John Kellerman
Eager beaver niece

CHAPTER ONE

Jeany had fooled around inside Horton's Drugstore until there was nothing left to look at. She'd picked up a paperback book, a chapstick and a package of Kotex since her period was due to start in a few days. For the first Saturday night of the summer, things were turning out to be a miserable drag. Charlie Dugan was leaning against the corner of the building smoking a cigarette as she came out into the cool night air.

"Hey Jeany, how you doin'?"

"Hi Charlie." She peeled a stick of gum and folded it into her mouth slowly, her eyes meeting Charlie's. She acknowledged his unspoken flirt with a smile.

"You want to drive up to Baker's Point with me?" he said, flicking an ash off his smoke like he'd done it all his life. Jeany's heart quickened. She liked Charlie. She'd longed to go out with him lots of times. But it was impossible. Charlie knew how her folks were as well as she did. She shrugged as if the decision were up to her. Baker's Point was notorious for night games. Jeany had heard enough stories from her school chums to fill a book. She wondered just how many girls had lost their cherries while perked along that rocky hillside as the lights of Sutterton twinkled below. Charlie tightened one bicep under the taut sleeve of his shirt.

"Well?" he grinned. "You want to go? We could stop by Hank's and pick up some beer."

He was so close. Jeany looked up into his dark eyes. Charlie's hair curled over his ears and was long at the nape of his neck. It was almost as dark as his eyes. He seemed about to touch her. Jeany thought she'd faint if he touched her.

"I can't go anywhere," she breathed, watching his mouth. "You know I can't."

"Who would know?"

"Uncle Bill would know. He patrols the Point every night and you know it."

Charlie spit and shook his head.

"But I just can't!" She gripped the paper bag of purchases and started down the walk. She'd gotten only a few yards when Charlie called after her.

"I'll be waiting," he said, "I want to find out how you get them damned tight shorts on and off…" Jeany would have said something back, but she was blushing furiously. She didn't know whether she'd been insulted or complimented. Maybe a little of both. But as she went on in noticed that the crotchband of her panties had gotten moist. Her cunt lips rubbed smoothly together as she put one foot in front of the other. She we about to cross the street when her uncle swooped up to the curb and pushed the door open.

"Evening, Jeany, hop in."

Jeany slid into the wide seat and pulled the door closed behind her. The inside of Bill's patrol car smelled of both gun oil and after shave. There was the faint aroma of liquor, too. Uncle Bill was a big man, muscles bulging under his short sleeved uniform shirt. The car pulled away from the curb and ho went down Main and went past Charlie on the corner. Jeany stared at him without waving. He was lighting another cigarette, but his eyes flicked up as the car went on by and headed towards the edge of town. Another hot tingle went through the lower part of Jeany's body. She squirmed deeper in the seat, fretting about the way the world was.

"How you enjoying the summer?" Bill asked.

"Bored stiff," she said without hesitation.

"Well, I'll try and make things more interesting," her uncle laughed. "I'll call and tell Betty to phone home for you." Betty was the girl who handled police calls. Jeany knew it would be all right with her dad. Her uncle had taken her on night patrols before when she us much younger. It was better than dying of boredom in her room at home.

When Bill turned off on the dirt road heading towards Baker's Point, Jeany bit her bottom lip. She knew that her uncle checked the lover's lane at lent twice on Saturday night in the summer, but she'd hoped he wouldn't take her with him this time.

"I really don't care about the kids getting a little action," he said, giving her a smile, "but if I didn't come up here and make them sit up in the cars, the daddy of every girl in town would be giving me hell during the council meeting. I guess they blame me if anybody gets knocked up." He pushed the powerful car on up the road, a plume of dust rising in the moonlit night behind.

The truth was, Jeany thought, that a lot of daddies probably suspected Uncle Bill himself. He was thirty-five and a bachelor and a notorious cocksman around town. Bill had done in a few high school girls before during his night patrol so it was rumored. Jeany couldn't really say if it was true or not. She was awful fond of Bill and usually ended up defending him. But at the same time she knew he was capable of getting in a girl's panties in short order. A brawny, good-looking guy who always drew looks from girls. Yeah, her uncle had probably sired a son or two in the county and there was no telling how many virgins he'd take care of. Jean squirmed in the seat thinking about it. Did Bill carry rubbers in the glove compartment? Did he use the front seat or back?

"You okay, sweetheart?" Bill asked. "You look nervous?"

"I'm okay." They were close to the top of the Point now and the road was narrowing. He pulled into the lot and his headlights fanned across the parked cars, heads bobbed up here and there.

"There's Nancy Hansfield with Buddy," Bill laughed. "If I know Buddy, he's already gotten a little. That kid don't waste time." Jeany blushed, her fingers tight on the arm rest a her Uncle stopped and swept his spotlight around. She felt a little sick in the stomach. She knew it was because she was overexcited. Her head spun.

"Would it be okay if I walk on up the path to the Point?" she asked, already pulling on the door handle. She had to have some air… had to!

"Sure Jeany, I guess your old man wouldn't mind if he knew you were with me." He turned off his lights but left his engine idling. "I'll hang around down here until I've cooled all these young studs off enough to give 'em blue balls. I'll give a toot when I'm ready to split."

Jeany stumbled out of the patrol car and hurried past the cars that were parked at the edge of the lot. She went up the moonlit path that wound the final hundred yards to the lookout at the top of the hill. The cool air brushed her cheeks, refreshed her. She felt better leaving her uncle's raw remarks, the sweating carloads of adolescents. She just couldn't get all hot and bothered about that stuff. It would drive her crazy if she let it get to her. But she wasn't far down the path when she heard a girl's soft moan from somewhere in the bushes. She went ahead slower, holding her breath to hear more. And though she knew what was probably happening, she couldn't stop herself from approaching the place between the scrub oak bushes that opened to a secret patch of wild pass. The spot was ringed with bushes, hidden from sight. But the moan came again and she knew that there was a girl in there… and a boy.

"Ohhhhhhh… darling!" the girl moaned. Jean was on her hands and knees now, pushing her head through the opening in the thicket. It was like some force within her had taken over and was making her peek almost against her will. The moon came out from a cloud then and Jeany almost gasped out loud.

It was Rick! Her own brother! And underneath his lanky body was Lynn Scott, her first cousin on her mother's side of the family. And of course Lynn was Rick's cousin too!

"Oh, Lynn! Ohhh, baby. It's sooo good," Rick whispered. Jeany blinked from where she peeked through dense branches. She could see that Lynn's slender legs were straight up in the air, bent slightly at the knees. Lynn was a red-headed girl with white, smooth skin. In the light from the moan she looked like a woods nymph as she squirmed her curvy ass back and forth in the grass. Jean felt giddy as she watched her brother slide his hands down to grasp each quivering cheek of Lynn's ass. He lifted himself a little then and pulled his hips back. Jeany clamped a hand over her mouth. She had the perfect spot to see it all. As Rick's cock came out of Lynn's pussy with a sexy, sucking sound, the pretty redhead clawed frantically at her cousin's back.

"Uhhhhh… put it in again… Ohhhhh… do it to me again… all the way. I can feel it so good when it goes in all the way!"

"How bad do you want it?" he teased.

"Bad!" She tossed her mane of red hair. There were leaves clinging in the curls and Jeany could see that Lynn couldn't have cared less. "Ohhh I want it bad, bad, bad."

"Like this?" Rick said, pushing forward again. Jeany bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. She could see the glossy head of her brother's cock. She'd never seen it like that before. All blown up and swollen. It was blue at the tip. Or it seemed that way in the moonlight. And Lynn's juices were dripping down the shaft to his balls. He moved again and the delicate inner lips of Lynn's cunt parted around the flared crown. There was another wet sound and Jeany watched transfixed as the bulging knob slowly sank into her cousin's cunt. Gently, the dripping wound closed around the head of Rick's cock, clinging to the shaft as he eased deeper… deeper. Lynn began to babble.

"Nhhuuhhh. Ohhhhh goddamn. Ohhhh shit!"

"Yeah… honey. Yeahhhh, Christ, I could pop right now."

"Don't you dare!" She kissed his neck ravenously. Her hands flicked up and down his back. "I want to do it first this time."

"You sure it's okay for me to come inside?"

"I told you it was didn't I?" Lynn's face twisted as the rest of Rick's shaft entered her hole. With mouth open, Jeany watched his balls bump against Lynn's ass. Then he pushed even deeper, pushed until the redhead lifted her cheeks from the mashed grass and began to toss them up and down. The plump swells jiggled as she let her body dance on the skewer of her cousin's hot cock. Jeany could hardly stand to hear the sound of their loving. It was like everything she'd imagined about fucking.

"Ohhhh… ohhhh, Ricky… ohhh, Goddamn… it's going so far… I can feel it touching me all the way inside… yuuhhhh!"

Lynn curled her fingernails into the muscles of Rick's back. Her ass wasn't even touching the pound. Ricky had pushed forward on his knees and was holding her body up as he slammed into it again and again. Jeany saw the droplets of sweat and cunt juice banging in his cock curls.

She could see, too, the places where Lynn's heels were digging the grass up.

Though Jeany had imagined how it might be with a man and a woman, she'd never dreamed that fucking would be so violent. Ricky wasn't really hurting Lynn nor was she hurting him. But they went at each other like wild animals. Lynn was biting her cousin's neck and the way Ricky jabbed his cock so deep into her pussy made Jeany tremble. She could almost imagine that rigid, feverish thing spearing her own cunt. And that thought made the nylon of her panties creep up between her lips as the juice ran out of her like a ripe orange being squeezed. She pressed her thighs tight and rocked her hips as the couple groped wildly at each other.

"Yuuuuhh… ohhhh… Ricky!"

"Yeah baby… ohhhh God, here it comes. Here… it…"

"Just another second! Ohhhhh, yikes!" Lynn's face was twisted as if she was being tortured. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was breathing like a person about to die. Quick, sharp gasps that made her trim body shudder. And Jeany could see one of her rounded breasts being flattened out as Rick pressed down on her suddenly, pressed her down into the grass.

"Make it spurt way inside. Ohhhh, Ricky. I love you!"

"Yeah! I'm gonna come. Ghhaaa!"

Jeany thrust her hand down under her shorts. Her zipper peeled down the side as she forced the hand deeper, curled a finger under so that she could gently rub the drenched satin of her panties. The wetness came off on her knuckles, she managed the blood swollen labes, touching between them finally until she found her clit. That first light pressure made her draw her knees up against her body. She rubbed the bulging nubbin as she watched her brother's cock come out of Lynn's body. He strangled to show it in again, his fingers slipping from the slick casting of juice.

And as he tried to get it in again, Jeany saw a spurt of cream spatter against one cheek of her pretty cousin's ass.

"Ghhod damnnn… Ricky! Get… it… in!"

"Oh, wow!" His tip found the soft depression and Jeany watched it sink quickly out of sight as Rick thrust his hips inward. With that one lunge he shoved his cock in all the way up to his balls. With that bulging, spurting tip against her womb, Lynn's ass began to jerk and twitch. It looked to Jeany like she was having a convulsion. She was crying out with what breath she had left as she plunged her cunt up and down. The smacking, slurpy sound of his mast stretching her bigger made Jeany give a whimper of hut. But the two on the grass before her couldn't have heard it. They clung to each other frantically as the throes of utter joy washed over them.

Jean saw the white froth leaking from the edges of her cousin's hole. Her red cunt hair was plastered back from the dainty lips and as Ricky's cum dripped down the crack of the redhead's ass, Jeany was overcome with another flush of excitement. She pressed her finger harder, pushing the drenched nylon deep into her crevice.

Somewhere back of her a car horn tooted. Uncle Bill, waiting for her. Jeany looked once again at the tangled bodies on the grass a few yards away from her. Lynn's white ass was still moving… making slow but jerky circles a her cousin Rick eased himself in and out of her clasping hole. Lynn's legs were hooked over the backs of his thighs and her arms hugged his back tightly. Jeany could see the red streaks where Lynn's nails had drawn a little blood. But Rick didn't feel any. He was gently fucking her now, letting the first few spurts of his jizz go into her pussy. His big balls swung back and forth as he made smaller and nails jabs at that seeping, soft opening in his cousin's body.

The horn tooted again, more urgently. Jeany pulled her finger out of her shorts and pushed it up under her nose without thinking. The pungent aroma only made her that much hotter.

"My brother," she muttered in her throat. "My brother and my cousin. Ohhhhh, God!" She retreated backwards through the scrub oak until she could stand. Her legs were weak at the knees and her first few stops back down the path were unsteady. She stopped and leaned against a tree, her pussy still flooding its perfumed lubrication. "My very own brother," she whispered. "God, it's incest!"

Somehow she staggered on, bumping big boulders as she hurried towards the parking lot. Uncle Bill saw her coming and pushed her door open from inside. She slid in and pulled it shut and leaned her head back against the seat.

"I was about to come looking for you, sweetheart," Bill said. He was holding a half-pint of whiskey and the sharp odor of it was heavy in the car. "You want a little nip?"

"Yes." She took the bottle from him considering what it was. She'd never had hard liquor in her life. But her nerves were shot and she felt like she was sinking into a muddy pit. She tipped the bottle, let the scalding booze fill her mouth and then quickly swallowed.

"Hey! Take it easy, hon!" Bill grabbed the bottle away and stared at her. The bourbon's warmth was already spreading in her belly. Her throat was on fire. She coughed violently and felt her uncle put an arm around her shoulders. "You okay? God, I thought you were going to empty it right here. You're not used to this. God, if I bring you home drunk your dad will have my ass." He patted and hugged her and Jeany leaned her had against his chest. The memory of what she'd just seen up on the path shimmered through her mind. Her pussy ached. She was virgin, lonely, without a boy friend even. Smiling her uncle's musky scent she let herself go. The tears welled and her slim body was suddenly jerking as she bawled like a baby.

"Daring. Hey, you're really upset. Did something happen?" He hugged her, smoothed her hair affectionately.

She felt him slip around so that he could pet her belly. And then as he pushed down across her navel she stretched around in the seat so that he could find the place where her T-shirt had pulled out of her shorts. Her uncle ran his fingers across the small gap and with a sigh of resignation, pushed under the white cotton. She felt him touch the lacy edge of her panties and hesitate. She worked her hips then and whimper into his kiss for more.

"Come on, Jeany, I'd damn well better take you home," he said, pulling his mouth away.

"No… kiss me some more."

"You don't really mean that. You're just upset." His finger was still touching the elastic of her panties. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him deeper into her shorts. For an instant his finger brushed across the beginning of her mound but he pulled his hand away. He had the patrol car started before she could protest.

"Uncle Bill. I… ohhh, damn it!" She started crying again, her belly knotted in anger and frustration and shame. She realized, too, that she was drunk. She'd had a big mouthful of booze on an empty stomach and she didn't know the first thing about drinking. Through her sobs she started to laugh. She could see the bulge in her uncle's pants. Seeing a law officer in uniform with a big erection seemed hilarious somehow. And then the laughter was gone and she wanted to reach out for that swollen lump. But she didn't. She peeled her T-shirt instead and tried to throw it out the window as her uncle wheeled the car around.

"Are you crazy?" he barked, grabbing her T-shirt with one hand as he steered with the other. He hit the gas and kicked racks up as they bounced out of the parking lot and back down the rutted road towards the highway. Jeany had one end of her T-shirt while her uncle held the other. They fought over it until the car was out of sight of the lover's lane and then em jammed on the brakes and jerked the T-shirt away from her.

"Aren't I pretty?" Jeany said drunkenly. "Aren't I?" She pulled her chest out. Her tits weren't very big. But they were firm and round and rode high on her body. The nipples were a dark pink and Jeany knew how to make them stick out. If she could just rub them against something. Her uncle's shirt. She rubbed them there and clung to his shoulders.

"What do you do to girls when you take the out?" She whined. "Don't you want to do the same thing to me?" Uncle Bill was angry. He pulled her T-shirt over her head and jerked it down roughly.

"You just about got me in a hell of a lot of trouble, honey. Now I want you to put your arms through the sleeves of that T-shirt and then sit there and don't say a Goddamned word until I get you home."

"God, I'm drunk," she giggled, doing what her uncle had told her.

"Oh, Christ, if your old man finds out about me giving you liquor…" Bill drove on, his fingers twisting on the wheel. How we I to know you'd drink half the damned bottle.

"Gimme some more," Jeany laughed, reaching under the seat. Bill would have kept her from drinking it but he was trying to keep the car from going off into the woods. She got another swallow down before he slapped the bottle onto the floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he bellowed. The fiery feeling increased in her belly and Jeany started yelling out the window as they descended the hill. Then she got the zipper of her shorts down and started wriggling out of them.

"Oh, let's undress!" she babbled. "Everybody should run around naked. That way nobody would be lonely!"

Bill was just staring at her. Staring at her thighs and belly and the blonde curls between. He licked his lips slowly. His expression almost made her want to pull the edge of her T-shirt down to hide her nakedness. She slipped back and forth between drunkenness and fright.

"Do you really want this?" he growled, jerking his pants open. Jean shrank back against her door. The thick, dark thing he'd untangled from his shorts left her breathless with shock. It was even bigger than her brother's cock. Thicker across the head. Bulging with blood. He jacked the skin up and down slowly and his flared tip peeked from the taut collar. The fact that Bill was uncircumcised made his cock look even more potent.

"I-I…" She stammered to silence. Trembling, she put one hand over her mushy pubes and then the other. As if that would stop Bill if he really wanted to fuck her. Though she was still excited, she had been snapped back to reality by her uncle's sudden move.

"DO you really want this thing pushed through that little cherry of yours? I'll bet you're still a virgin, right?" She nodded meekly. "Yeah, I thought so. And you don't know your cunt from a hole in the ground." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers down to his groin. She shrank back but he made her touch him and then grasp the feverish shaft of cockmeat.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, feeling dizzy.

"Could you take that up into your little belly? Could you?"

"Noooo!"

"But that's what you were begging for a second ago." He made her move his foreskin up and down over the bulging head. It made a slick sound as it exposed more of the darkened glans. Scared as she suddenly was, Jeany was transfixed by the sight of that pulsing knob of meat. The effects of the liquor were still with her, though her courage had slipped away. And the flushed, giddy feeling seemed to put her in a trance as she watched each surge of the thing in her had.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, trembling with strange emotions. "Ohhh, Uncle Billy… take me home… please take me home!"