Chapter 7
Lyn woke up the next morning and smelled breakfast cooking on the stove. Stretching, she wished she didn't have to leave. Now that she knew how much fun she could have screwing Frank, she wanted him again and again. Just then, he came into the bedroom carrying a tray.
"Hi," he said, "hope you like scrambled eggs, 'cause that's what you're getting."
"Is that all I'm getting?" she teased, as her eyes noted that his cock was stirring at the sight of her naked body spread in a revealing pose on the wrinkled sheets.
"You might get more than you're bargaining for," he warned her as he handed her the tray and removed his own plate from it.
"I'm not worried," she replied. As she ate, she asked him why he hadn't gone to work. It turned out he was on vacation and had a week left of his time off.
"Do you know where Wythe Street is?" Lyn asked after the dishes had been cleared away. "Yeah, right outside," he answered. "Why?"
"My uncle Wayne lives on Wythe Street," Lyn explained.
A funny look crossed his face. "Your Uncle Wayne lives on Wythe Street? What's your uncle's last name?"
"Borling," she answered.
Frank started so hard that coffee sloshed out of his cup. "You must be joking," he muttered.
"No, I'm not," she replied, wondering why he was so upset. "Do you know my uncle Wayne?"
"If you're not joking, I am your uncle Wayne," he answered. "I haven't been called Wayne by anybody for years. It's my middle name and my father was Frank, too, so the family called me Wayne." He looked at her intently, then shook his head. "Yeah, I can see a resemblance to Laura."
Laura had been Lyn's mother's name!
"Oh, Goddddd!" Lyn moaned.
Frank reached out and patted her hand. "I can understand how you feel," he whispered. "It must be a real shock to learn that you fucked your uncle. I know it's a shock to me learning that you're my sister's kid."
"Wh ... What's really bad," Lyn confessed, turning her face away from him, "is that I wanted to fuck you again. And," she said, her voice quivering, "I still do."
"You ... you do?" he gasped. Then he was cupping her chin in his hand and lifting her head, turning it until she was looking him directly in the eyes. "Even knowing I'm your uncle, you still want to fuck me?"
"Yes," she whimpered, trying, unsuccessfully, to tear her eyes away from his. "Go ahead, think I'm a slut, but I can't help it. I liked screwing you last night. I know I'm not going to stop screwing and you're the only man I've screwed that I liked it with."
"Lyn," he whispered. "I've got to tell you something that might freak you out. But I used to screw your mother. When we were both kids. If I'd known last night you were my niece, I wouldn't have made a pass at you, I wouldn't even have let you undress in the same room with me.
"But I didn't know. I'm not sorry I fucked you. And I won't be sorry if we fuck again."
She blinked, unable to believe what he was saying. Her uncle and her mother had screwed each other! And he was willing to fuck her again!
"You ... you'd ... really...?"
"Why not?" he replied. "There're only two things that we really know about each other: You're my niece and I'm your uncle is one; the other is that we've each given the other more pleasure than either of us has enjoyed with anybody else. Why shouldn't we ignore the fact that we're related and concentrate on the pleasure we can have with each other?
"Oh, we'll have to maintain an appearance of respectability," he went on. "Get an apartment with two bedrooms, so things'll look proper. I'll introduce you as my niece and we'll act correctly when we're in public. But what we do when we're alone won't be anybody's business but ours. If we want to screw each other, nobody needs to know about it. Do they?"
He made sense. And she could tell he wanted to screw her. His cock was as stiff as any she'd ever seen.
"Do ... do you mean it?" she whispered, his hand rose and traced the jaunty curve of her out-thrust tit. "Yes, I think I want to have sex with you more now than I did last night."
Lyn squealed and threw her arms around him, seeking his mouth with hers. As soon as she embraced him, even as her lips were moving onto his, she threw herself backward, pulling him down on top of her. Frank sucked her petulant lower lip into his mouth and nibbled on it as he brought his other hand up and closed it over her other tit.
This is heaven, Lyn thought. I've got a man who's going to take care of me, give me a home, and fuck me every night. What else could I ask for?
Revenge! she answered herself. You could get even with Willie and Joyce, with those two truck drivers and that policeman. If you could hurt them as much as they hurt you, everything would be perfect.
But, she reminded herself, there's no way I can get even with Willie and Joyce without going back to Lancaster. And if I do that, Daddy'll catch me and put me away. So I can get even with them. I probably couldn't get even with the others anyway.
The girl let her thoughts of revenge fade from her mind as her uncle's hands roamed over her firm tits. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned against his mouth as he continued to nibble and suck at her lower lip.
Her tits were swelling and starting to ache in that pleasant way they did when she started getting excited. She eased her tongue out of her mouth and traced the outline of his upper lip with it, then slid it back into her mouth, only to poke it out a moment later and flick it against his tongue.
Frank was on his side, half over her. He kept one hand on her tits, but the other hand, the one under him, moved down her body in an easy manner, just barely touching her as it slid along her ribs and belly, then moved through the thicket of hair at the base of her abdomen and eased itself into her snatch.
Both hands fluttered against her body in a way that made her arch her back and purr with pleasure. "Jesus, Uncle Wayne," she sighed, "how'd you ever learn to be such a good lover?"
"Your mother taught me," he answered, his mouth working against the taut column of her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, someday I'm going to have to get you to tell me all about that," Lyn murmured.
"Not now," he said drily.
"No, not now," she agreed. "If you told me now, I might get jealous."
Frank chuckled. "There's no need for you to be jealous of anybody, honey. You're better-looking than your mother, and you're better in bed."
Lyn pulled his mouth up and kissed him savagely as he worked his fingers against her clitoris. She was already wet and aching for the feel of his massive cock inside her cunt. Frank was hung better than Willie, Ed, or Roger had been, but she had accommodated him easily the night before and knew she could take him now without trouble.
She reached down and caught his stiff cock in her hand, then maneuvered until she could angle the head of his cock into the upper part of her pussy. As she rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against her swollen clit, Lyn fenced her tongue against his in the recesses of his mouth.
It didn't take her long to discover that she could hook the heavy ridge at the back of his cock-head against her clit as she was moving the cock back and forth, or that that added greatly to the thrills that were coursing through her body. Her pussy was leaking and she was afraid that he might object to the odor. Then she stopped herself with a giggle. He had certainly not objected to the odor last night when he had eaten her out.
Is he going to eat me again? she asked herself. After cumming in me last night? Then she remembered that, last night when he had eaten her, he'd known that Ed and Roger had fucked her a few hours earlier.
The thought of that made her skin crawl. Frank must have sensed something different about her, for he lifted his head and looked her in the eye.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"I ... I just thought of those men yesterday.
Could ... could I get a shower before we have sex? I'd like to wash all that memory off of me. You know, feel fresh when we start."
"Sure," he answered. Then, before she knew what he was going to do, he was scooping her up in his arms and lifting her off the bed, starting to carry her across the bedroom.
"Frank? What're you going to do?"
"Take a shower with you," he said matter-of-factly, as if it were a common occurrence. Well, maybe it was. She'd read a couple of books that had a lot about sex in them and the people in them had always been taking showers together.
He set her on her feet in the stall and adjusted the water, then dug out a shower cap for her from the cabinet under the sink. She wanted to ask who the cap belonged to, but didn't, for she realized it didn't matter. Whoever had owned the shower cap was no longer part of his life. Lyn adjusted the cap and waited as he soaped a cloth and turned to her.
Rising on tiptoes, she pressed her wet body to his and kissed him deeply while he started soaping her back. He covered her from her shoulders to the undercurve of her ass, even washing the crack between the firm, saucy mounds. Lyn rubbed her tits against his chest and made his hard cock roll between their bellies as she sucked on his tongue. She had never imagined that having somebody give her a bath could be sexually exciting, but sharing the shower with Frank was getting her turned on good.
Rinsing out the cloth, he resoaped it and washed her arms while his eyes roamed over her body. For the first time in her life, Lyn was glad that she was built the way she was. She had always been abundantly developed, ever since she'd been eleven and started getting tits. It had unnerved her, at times, the way men had looked at her with lust in their eyes, but now she was glad she could put that kind of look there. As long as it was Frank looking at her, she wanted to be as sexy as she could.
Slowly, ignoring her tits, he washed her torso. Again he rinsed the cloth and resoaped it. Then he dropped to his knees before her and started washing her legs. Down one leg from the thigh to the foot he went. Then he lifted her foot and washed it while she rested a hand on his head to steady herself as he washed her foot carefully.
Only after he had scrubbed both of her legs did he rise and return his attention to her tits. He worked up a good lather on them and tossed the cloth away, then started massaging her full tits with his hands. Lyn kissed him again, pulling his mouth down to hers as he worked his fingers against the out-thrust mounds, then slid them down until he had her stiffened nipples in his fingers and was tugging at them as he rolled them about.
She was breathing hard as he pulled away from her and dropped to his knees again. Picking up the cloth, he started washing her cunt. She let her hips swing to and fro as he rubbed the soapy cloth between the full thighs.
"OOOOoooohhhh!" she moaned as desire rose higher and higher in her.
He moved around behind her and let the water wash the suds from her front, then turned her to rinse her back. Again, she rose on tiptoes to kiss him. He dropped one hand and worked it against her hot pussy until she thought she was going to scream, so strong was her desire to have his cock filling her twat.
"Frank, Frank," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me so much I can't stand it. I can't wait. Stretch me out on the floor and give it to me. Please! Frank, I've got to have you in me."
"I can do better than that," he told her. Before she could ask him what he meant, he bent at the knees and caught her by the ass, then rose, lifting her high in the air.
"OOOOOOOOOHH!" Lyn squealed as she felt his cock nudging into her cunt.
She swung her ass out a little and then brought it back until the cock-head was at the entrance to her cunt. "Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned as she started sinking down around his rampant cock.
Her legs clutched at his hips and she tightened her arms around him. Frank turned off the water and opened the shower, then stepped out of the stall. Lyn gulped as the motion made his cock ride up into her cunt farther.
Slowly, he walked out of the bathroom and across the living room. Lyn clung to him and marveled at how easily he was carrying her. Not only that, but how sexy it was to be carried the way he was carrying her. Every time he took a step, his cock rode down, then back up inside of her fuck-hole.
She was kissing him like crazy when he reached the bed and went into it on his knees. Slowly, he lowered her to her back and came down over her without missing a stroke of his wonderfully thick cock into her cunt-hole.
Frank worked his hands out from under her squirming ass and pushed himself up until his arms were straight. The new position pressed his weight into her snatch and Lyn wiggled lasciviously, rubbing her spread pussy against his crotch. His hips moved effortlessly, sliding his cock in and out of her clinging twat at a steady tempo.
Her eyes fluttered open and she lifted a hand, brushing her fingertips over his cheek. "I just love it," she murmured.
"What? Fucking?"
"Fucking you," she amended.
He lowered himself to his elbows and closed his hands over her heaving tits, then ducked his head and kissed her. The tempo with which he was feeding his cock to her hungry cunt increased and Lyn worked her hips more wantonly around under his as she started racing him to see who was going to cum first.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned under his demanding mouth. He tweaked her nipples and rolled the puffy spheres about. Lyn raked at his back with her nails and beat a tattoo on his calves with her heels as she fucked him back as lewdly as he was fucking her.
She was on the verge of cumming. Her stomach was fluttering as she heaved her trim ass up to meet the descent of his thick cock into her tight twat. From the heaviness of his breathing, Lyn knew Frank couldn't be far behind her.
She wanted him to cum at the same time she did. Lyn still believed the myth that mutual orgasm was better than her cumming before or after Frank had gotten his gun. She ground her wet pussy against his loins, no longer ashamed of the squishy sounds that filled the small bedroom as his cock rode steadily in and out of her cunt-hole.
Suddenly, he froze. His cock jumped inside of her and then he was spurting his jism into the depths of her fuck-hole. Lyn cried out against his mouth as she started cumming herself. Their fluids combined and oozed out of her twat, trickling down the crack of her ass to puddle under her squirming buttocks.
Frank collapsed over her as she let her legs fall away from his hips. They lay there, mouths still pressed together, breathing through their nostrils as their bodies again shuddered.
"Thank you," Lyn whispered when they had finally regained control of themselves and separated.
"For what?" he asked.
"Teaching me that sex is good, not like the way it was with those other men."
"It'll get better, I promise you," he replied.
Lyn didn't know how it could, but she believed him.