Chapter 9
"Where've you been?" Frank asked as Lyn entered the apartment.
"Oh, Frank, it was terrible!" she cried, running to him and throwing her arms around him as she broke into tears.
"Hey, honey, what's the matter?" he asked, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair. "What happened?"
"Daddy. He ... he dragged me into his motel and wh ... whipped me ... and ... and ... then he raped me and ... he fucked me in the ass, Frank!" she wailed.
"I'll kill him," Frank swore angrily. He led her to a chair and seated her. "Where is this motel? I'll go over there and whip him, let him see what it's like."
"I ... I think he's dead," Lyn sobbed.
"What? Lyn, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" she cried, then subsided into a fit of hiccupping. When she had finally regained her composure, she recounted the entire story to him, ending with: "And then I came over here and used the phone at the end of the street to call the police and tell them where to find him.
"Would you go over there and see if he's really dead? I'm scared somebody might have seen me leaving and would recognize me."
"Sure, honey, I'll go," Frank assured her. "Will you be okay?"
She nodded. "I ... I'm okay now. I just want to get into a hot tub and see if I can soak the aches out. Where he hurt me."
She was still in the tub when Frank returned. Even before he said anything, she read the expression on his face and knew that her father was dead.
"The policeman I talked to said they got an anonymous tip but that he was dead when they got there. They're not going to look for whoever it was that called," he added. "They were taking him away as I got there."
Lyn smiled, hoping that he wouldn't think her unfeeling. But whatever feelings she might have had for her father had disappeared when he'd started hurting her, and the fact that he had raped her and made sure that any good feelings she might have had for him wouldn't return.
"What're you going to do now?" he asked her as she stepped from the tub. He took a large towel and wrapped it around her, then began stroking her lightly as he dried the water from her body.
"I guess I have to go back to Pennsylvania and prove that I'm his heir," she said. "And see if I can't get Joyce out of the house."
"How can you do that?"
She shook her head. "I have his will and I inherit all of what he has. But I don't know what a court will do about Joyce. I mean, she was married to him. They might say I have to live with her until I'm old enough."
"Maybe I can help you do something about that. I mean, I am your uncle. That might make them appoint me as your guardian. And we might be able to do something about your stepmother and her brother, too."
"How?" Lyn squealed. "Oh, it'd be so great if we could!"
"She won't move out of the house after she finds out your father is dead?"
"No way," she said. "Why should she? She doesn't, know where I am, she has no way of knowing that I know he's dead. She'll think that she owns the house now. We'd have to get a court order to get her out of the house after we got the will in court to prove that I own it."
"Maybe we can do better than that," Frank suggested. "Do you think her brother will be there?"
"He hung around all the time," Lyn admitted. "He's probably fucking her now. And I'll bet as soon as they find out my father is dead, he moves right in with her, starts sleeping in his bed."
"Is there an attic?" was Frank's next question.
"Not finished," Lyn replied.
"But there is space above the bedroom?" he asked. "Space that we could get into and move around?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Why?"
"Well...." he explained. By the time he was finished, Lyn was clapping her hands, unconcerned that her enthusiastic gestures had loosened the towel to the point that it fell to her feet as she stood up.
"Oh, I hope it works!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him.
"I'll need a couple of days before we can leave," he explained.
"That'll give them time to feel safe. They'll think I'm not going to come back, and people won't be coming by to offer condolences."
"Okay, Friday we'll leave here."
"Good," Lyn replied. "Knowing Joyce, she won't let being a new widow stop her from going out on Saturday night. We can get into the attic then and be set up."
"If they don't leave the lights on, we might have to wait for a while," Frank reminded her.
"I'll bet we don't have to wait long. If they don't leave the lights on Saturday night, I'll bet they fuck on Sunday morning."
Frank gave her a funny look.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"How do you feel about fucking?" he asked.
"I ... I don't know," she confessed. "When he was raping me, I was sure I'd never want a man to touch me again. Now that I'm safe and I know he can't hurt me any more, I don't know."
"Do you...."
"... want to find out?" she finished for him. "I ... I guess I ought to. To be fair to you."
"No, to be fair to yourself," he answered.
She smiled at him in thanks. "Is it too early to go to bed?" she asked.
"Not at all," he answered, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the other room.
Lyn wanted to be able to enjoy it. In the week she had been with Frank, she had learned to love the feel of his cock probing deep into her cunt. He had taught her to enjoy fucking, no matter what position she was in. Indeed, she had even enjoyed it when he had doubled her legs over her and fucked her that way. It had been nothing like it had been when Willie had fucked her that way.
Still, although she wanted to enjoy sex with Frank, Lyn went taut when his hands first touched her body. He sensed the fear in her and kept his hands still, holding her against him. Gradually, she relaxed and let him kiss her. But when he moved his hand, she went stiff again.
He pulled away from her and sat up, then smiled. "I have an idea," he told the anxious fifteen-year-old, who was fighting back tears of disappointment. "Be right back."
When he returned, he had undressed and he was carrying something. Lyn looked at the device and then smiled. It was an electric massager, the type that fitted to the hand.
"Got this four, no, five years ago, when I had a badly pulled muscle," Frank said as he plugged the massager in and sat on the edge of the bed. "Guarantee it'll take all the stiffness out of you."
The massager purred reassuringly as Frank picked up one of her feet and applied the vibrating belt to the sole. As she grew used to the feel of the machine, Lyn lay back and waited to see if her uncle was right, if the massager would take all the stiffness out of her.
After he had done her feet and calves, Frank moved the massager to her thigh. The steady vibration of the belt started making Lyn's nerves tingle and the tingles spread upward. Slowly, an itch began to develop in her cunt.
She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the knowledge that Frank cared enough about her to go to this much effort. It was a great sensation, having her nerves danced upon as the machine was doing.
Frank moved from her thigh to her belly and across it. When the vibrating belt passed over her cunt-mound, Lyn gasped and a tremor coursed through her body. Frank smiled at the girl and moved his hand higher, skirting one of her full tits with the machine and starting it to work on her shoulder. Gradually, however, he brought his hand lower, until the vibrating belt was on her generous tit.
Lyn gasped. God, it felt so good! she thought. The itch in her cunt grew stronger. Lyn's nipple responded to the gentle stimulation by swelling and growing erect. Frank touched the vibrator to the nipple alone and Lyn shuddered harder.
"Oooohhhhhh! OOOOhhhhh!" she sighed.
He moved the massager across to the other tit and her nipple snapped to instant attention. Lyn was aware that she was beginning to get wet in her cunt and that the itch was increasing in intensity with every passing second.
"Turn over," Frank whispered.
Dreamily, Lyn obeyed. The massager felt wonderful on her back and shoulders and Lyn rubbed her tingling tits against the wool of the spread as Frank's hand moved down her body.
She thought she would flinch when he slid the machine onto her ass, but she didn't. She had already relaxed and gotten into the feeling produced by the machine to the point that she welcomed its attention to her ass.
Slowly, warmth spread through all of her midsection. Lyn could feel the blood congesting in her cunt, could imagine the lips of her pussy swelling. The way the machine was playing against her ass had her grinding her hips into the mattress and her breathing was ragged.
"Ooooohhhh!" Lyn moaned.
Suddenly, she could stand no more. She whirled onto her back and sat up, throwing her arms around her uncle. Dragging him down to lie half atop her, the girl kissed him wantonly as she spread her thighs, expecting him to roll between them.
Frank ignored the invitation and pressed the vibrating massager against Lyn's cunt instead. The girl's ass snapped into the air and a hard tremor almost convulsed her as she started cumming.
"Oohhhhhh! Oohhhhh! OHHHHHHhhhh!" she gasped against her uncle's mouth as he kept the moving belt against her swollen clit.
She had never cum so hard or so fast. To her delight, she continued to cum, her hips heaving up each time she did so. But the itch deep in her cunt was still there and it was still growing.
Lyn pushed herself over against Frank and forced him to his back. With her mouth still glued to her uncle's, the teenager wiggled over him, her ass high in the air to allow him to continue working the massager against her dripping pussy.
Pushing herself up to her elbows, she scooted forward and dangled a tit over his mouth. "Suck it, Uncle Frank!" the horny girl cried.
A grin crossed his face as he used his other hand to guide the nipple of the tit to his mouth. His lips closed around the hard bud, and she sighed as his tongue probed at it.
Reaching back, Lyn moved his hand from her cunt to her ass. He kept the massager going as she caught his stiff cock and rubbed the head up and down the slick furrow of her snatch. Each time she hit her swollen clitoris with the head, she shuddered in delight.
Finally, she lodged the cock-head against the dilated opening of her cunt and shoved back.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she cried as she impaled herself on the stiff cock.
Her ass wiggled from side to side and she pushed herself back, taking more and more of the massive cock into the tight sheath of her fuck-hole. The massager on her ass and the suction on her tit combined with the steady invasion of her twat by his cock and made Lyn cum again.
Pulling her tit from his mouth, she scooted her knees forward as she straightened her body from the waist and drove herself down over his cock completely.
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned as she filled herself with the thick, hard cock and rocked back and forth, moving it around inside her twat.
Frank moved his hand around her waist and pressed the massager against her lower abdomen and engorged cunt-mound. Lyn's hips moved steadily back and forth as her uncle drove her to previously unimagined heights of pleasure.
She arched her back and lifted herself, then slammed her cunt down over the rampant cock. "Ohhhhhh, Frank, I'm cumming like crazy. Take that thing away. I don't need it any longer."
"Don't you like it?" he asked, pressing it into her cunt-lips to bring it into direct contact with her swollen clit.
"It ... it's going to make me have to stop, if you keep using it," she warned him. "Make me have to stop soon."
He yanked the cord from the wall and slipped his hand from the straps. Lyn was still feeling the nerve-jangling effects of the massager as she rose and fell over his cock, but she knew that now she'd be able to fuck him until he came, something she hadn't been sure of before.
"God damn," Frank gasped as Lyn started swinging her hips to and fro while rising and falling over his massive cock. "You're the best fuck I ever had. Really the best."
His words thrilled the teenager more than he could've imagined. She had been nothing to the other men who'd screwed her, merely a convenience, something for them to use and forget about. Frank probably had screwed more women than any of them and he said she was the best. Frank had even screwed her mother and thought that she, Lyn, was a better fuck.
Her hips rose and fell faster and she wiggled her hips about as she slid her cunt up and down over her uncle's slick cock. She could bend forward and watch the big cock as it appeared and disappeared in her snatch and she knew that Frank was watching the same thing.
He reached up and caught her jouncing tits in his hands, then thumbed her nipples, brushing the almost submerged buds in a way that sent new sensations coursing through her body. When Frank squeezed and twisted her tits, it didn't hurt, it just excited her. Probably, she thought, because I'm in love with him. Even if he is my uncle, I'm still in love with him.
Bending forward, Lyn cupped one hand under his head and lifted it until their mouths could meet. His tongue slid into her mouth and Lyn fenced with it with her slimmer tongue, then trapped the thick invader and sucked lewdly on it as he worked his hands against her firm tits. She was still working her pussy over his cock and she knew she was going to cum again before his cock left her twat.
Each time she drove her cunt down over his rampant cock, she'd move her hips to and fro, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. He was lifting his hips as she drove hers down, matching her stroke for stroke. Lyn snorted and sucked harder on his tongue as he tugged at one of her nipples and eased his other hand down until he could work his finger against her elongated clit.
Then her uncle started spurting his hot jism into the depths of her cunt-hole. It set Lyn off again and her twat convulsed around his magnificent prick, squeezing and loosening only to squeeze once more. Lyn was cumming hard, her juice pouring out of her twat. His pubic hair and balls were soaked with the fluids that flowed out of her body, both hers and his.
And when he'd stopped shooting off into her cunt, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled, turning her onto her back. His cock was still stiff within her hole and he commenced to moving it in and out with long, slow strokes. Golly, golly, Lyn thought, I'll never be able to get off this well with any other man.
They were still kissing hungrily and she shuddered as he worked a hand between them and started feeling her tits again. I'm yours, Frank, she pledged silently, all of me is yours. Something told her that he knew it.