Chapter 1
The first time Juliet felt her twelve-year-old nephew's hand caressing her cunt in the dark, she was sure it was nothing more than a sleepy groping. It took a while to realize the boy was feeling her up.
But before she knew, she stirred fretfully, not used to sleeping with anyone. Since her husband had cooled, she'd moved into a separate bed, but now her nephew and niece had been thrust upon her, and she wasn't certain she liked the idea. Turning, she put an arm around the twin girl, and Rochelle sighed in her sleep. Something pushed lightly against Juliet's body; her nephew Ryan, snuggling in. The kids had insisted upon sleeping with Auntie, and Juliet had gone along, but now she was somewhat uncomfortable.
Maybe it was only the unfamiliar bed in the new housecar, or the animal warmth of the kids. And it could be her loneliness, the frustration growing week by week. She wasn't old, damn it. She was just thirty-four, and looked ten years younger because she'd taken care of herself, and because she was one of those lucky women who would never look old, only ripe.
Too bad her husband didn't think so. She sighed, pulled up her knees and felt the pressure against her ass. No, she thought; Ryan was only twelve-but didn't kids that age get a hard-on, sometimes? Not with his own auntie, though; the child must be dreaming. He'd been scared earlier, and now he was warm and safe. Maybe her buttocks were too hot against him, so she tried to move away a bit.
But the other twin murmured and would not turn over, so Juliet settled back. Her husband was snoring lightly in the other bed, and her sister slept in the turndown. Ryan's hand was on Juliet's waist, and she wished it could be a grown man's hand, ready to caress, to fondle, to hold her still for the slow insertion of a good, stiff cock.
It had been too long, and for some time now she had considered looking around for a lover. But she and Blake were giving themselves this long vacation trip in the new housecar, trying to recapture something they'd once had for each other.
Until their daughter and the twins came running for help. Now she couldn't even sleep with Blake, and things were worse than ever. Juliet shifted uncomfortably, and felt the pressure of something rigid, yet warm and giving. It was sliding between her thighs, where her nightgown had hiked itself up.
It was a prick-not too large, but very hard, her nephew's young cock, feeling the softness of her inner thighs. His lower belly was right up against the cheeks of her ass, and somehow, the hand on her waist had lifted slowly until it now was at her tit, tentative and delicate.
Juliet lay very still, her mind spinning, her breath coming in ragged, held-quiet gaspings. What could Ryan be thinking? That was it. He wasn't thinking; he was sound asleep, and the poor child was just reacting to some stirrings in his loins that he didn't even understand. He couldn't be awake and trying to-well, to fuck his own aunt.
His small hand cupped her breast, and Juliet trembled. Her flesh went taut and there was a sudden urgency leaping in her belly. So long without being fucked-so very long; and surely, it could hurt nothing if she just lay there quietly while the boy fondled her in his sleep. It was nice to be wanted, to be desired as a passionate woman, even if that desire was childish and misdirected.
That lovely little cock slid back and forth between her pressed-together thighs, very slowly rising until it was against her pubic hair. Juliet gave an uncontrollable wriggle, and knew the feel of her nephew against her ass, her back, knew the stroking and handling of her tit by him. His breath was warm and tickly in the nape of her neck, and Juliet felt goosebumps jump along her skin.
In a minute, she thought, her arms drawing the slim form of her niece closer in front; in a few moments, she would turn over onto her back and force the boy to lie still. Very soon now, she thought. But it felt so nice, so interesting and slidy.
There was something especially stimulating about not being able to wiggle around, because of the girl she held in her arms. Juliet certainly didn't want to wake Rochelle, because her brother was acting up in his sleep, doing things in his dream that he would not dare try when he was awake.
He couldn't even know what sex meant, Juliet thought; the action he was putting on had to be instinct, the maleness in him that would surface in a few years. At twelve, Ryan couldn't possibly-but his thrusting was so rhythmic, and the way he was cupping her tit, his hot breath along her neck.
And then he was prodding at the entrance to her cunt! She could distinctly feel the knob of his small, hard cock pushing at her labia, and was shocked to discover that the lips of her cunt were so receptive. He couldn't-wouldn't-
Such a jolt, then-such a furious and electric jolt of energy, as the head of her nephew's little prick actually slipped in! It was inside her, penetrating ever so slightly into the slippery grasp of her pussylips, and the feeling was unnerving, weakening. Startled that she had allowed this small travesty to continue, Juliet grasped the slim wrist whose hand was kneading the soft mound of her tender breast.
The boy hunched to the cheeks of her ass, and now his ragged breath was much farther down the curve of her back, because he had to slide lower in order to poke up with his stiff cock. He pulled his wrist from her grasp, and as she tried to hump forward and make his prick slide out of her cunt, Ryan's hands were on her waist, pulling her back toward him.
With a strong wiggle, he shoved in and up, and the length of his thrillingly rigid cock poked home. His small sac came snugly to the backs of her thighs, and his cock was buried in her quivering pussy.
It stroked as she lay in stunned disbelief, and the lovely hardness of it passed over her suddenly aroused clit, sending bright shudders of rapture throughout her vagina. So small, but yet so satisfying, so stimulating. But this was no ordinary cock; it belonged to Ryan, to her own nephew.
So she could not lie there and squirm upon it, especially since they could so easily awaken little Rochelle. Oh, lord, Juliet thought, but the penetration was good, far better than she could ever have believed it could be by such a small cock. Still, it caressed her clit and poked into her cunt, and if she had Ryan locked between her thighs, his prick would go farther inside.
What was she thinking? She tried to move up, to slide his cock from the jealous clenching of her pussy, but there was no room. Her belly was right up against Rochelle, and Ryan had her pinned from behind. His stiff rod kept moving, moving, and the sensations it was creating within her cunt were magic, fabulous. Another few seconds wouldn't hurt anything, she thought; just another stroke or two, to remind her of the good, solid fucking she and her husband used to have.
Hands slipping over the cheeks of her ass, little Ryan wiggled his crotch tightly to her and thrust, recovered, thrust again. Juliet dared not move for fear of awakening the boy's sister, and the cock continued to prod her clitoris, to tickle her vaginal cavity.
So hard; so lovely and hard. It had been many years since she had known the beautiful stiffness of such a prick. Her husband's was big, but rarely did he use it on her any more, and when he did, it was often bent in the middle. Age, she thought, age.
But what she had in her excited cunt was young and hard, and even though she wanted to roll over, even though she knew she must roll over and get away, she could not. Her brain said move, and her body answered: no! She had to fight herself, to restrain her pelvis from bumping and her ass from grinding. Rochelle; she must also think of the young, tender girl in her arms.
Sweet little Rochelle would be so upset, if she came alert suddenly and realized that her brother was screwing their aunt-Hell! Juliet arched back toward the boy, rolled her ass in slow, gentle arcs, so as not to disturb the girl. He pumped that deliciously rigid prick into her cunt, and she rocked upon it, made the pistoning head rake across her vibrant clit, and it was so damned good that she wanted to scream out her joy.
But she caught hold, held herself together, and only met the long strokes of her nephew's cock with gentle humpings. Her hands tightened convulsively upon the girl, and she forced herself to back off, to push ever stronger against the crotch of the fucking boy.
And he was fucking her with a will, now, so hard that she was afraid he'd wake his sister. Ryan drove his cock home, backed it out, slammed it in once more, and his fingers bit deeply into the tender cheeks of her trembling ass. He must be awake now, she thought dazedly, he must be!
It was too late for anything but hanging on, so Juliet kept backing in the queen-sized bed, moving away from the girl and into the boy. He worked at her cunt, making juicy noises with every probing lurch of his cock, and every stroke was hurrying her to an orgasm.
She was completely away from Rochelle, then. She bent at the waist and leaned forward under the covers, feeling down and back with a desperate hand until she found his balls. They were small and tight, and she rolled them between her fingers as the boy kept right on fucking her with a dedicated and single-minded purposefulness.
Oh, how Juliet wanted to scream, to sob, to bounce her ass into him with furious return strokes. But she managed to cling to a remnant of sanity and battled the impulses, lying as quietly as she could while the tremendous surges shook her body.
She heard the gasping of his breath, felt the clutching of her ass, and by the break in the pattern of his strokes, knew that her nephew was just about to come. Biting her lips, caressing the swinging sac of his testicles, Juliet let herself go, riding the slamming prick for all she was worth.
She came a fraction of a second ahead of him, great shudders rippling through her cunt and making the ring of her asshole snap tight.
Then he hit his climax, moaning low and burrowing his pulsing cock to the hilt inside her pussy. She felt the sudden hot spurting of his semen, and as the hot boy-come exploded within her cunt, Juliet knew a moment of surprise that a boy so young could ejaculate so violently.
And so much of it, she thought, clamping her thighs as his prick continued to spit the juice up into her quaking snatch. His come was thick and plentiful, and gushed with force into her cunt, flooding back to her womb, and Juliet loved every minute, slimy particle of it.
They lay quietly, she with a pounding heart and slow creeping of guilt, he with a ragged breath and a slow stroking of her ass. His cock remained hard, buried in her slippery cleft, and she continued to fondle the feathery sac of his balls.
Her head swam, and Juliet squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to face reality, although it was crawling right into bed with her. In bed, she thought-with her sister's twins, with the cute girl and handsome little boy; and she had allowed the boy to fuck her. No; she had been more than simply permissive, she had actually encouraged him to commit this act of incest. She could have fought him off, and should have. Rochelle-the girl was no real reason, only a convenient excuse.
Juliet took her hand from Ryan's balls. She straightened slowly beneath the covers until her head poked out. One of his hands slid beneath her and the other came around over her belly. Ryan had both of them on her cunt, then, his fingers stirring lightly and exploringly over her wet labia.
No! Not now, not ever again, Juliet thought. She gave a hunch and a twist that slipped his stiff prick out of her vagina, that slipped her cunt from under his hands. She was on her back then, her tits heaving and her mind spinning.
Ryan slid over on top of her, his hands grabbing for her tits, his hard cock sliding across her belly, the slim, hot body of him strongly against her flesh.
She hissed at him. "Ryan! Are you out of your head? Get off me-go ahead, before I-"
His lips found her ear, and his warm breath sent tremors the length of her body. "Auntie-what can you do? If you yell, you'll wake up everybody-Rochelle and Mom and Uncle. Then I'll tell them you already fucked me once. Your pussy is all hot and greasy, so they'll know it's the truth."
"Y-you!" Outraged, Juliet pushed at his shoulders, but her hands had no strength, for he was right.
He licked into her ear and her body involuntarily arched to his. He whispered, "That's right, Auntie-hike it up to me, so I can fuck it good this time. What a wonderful cunt you have, all hot and slippery with my come. I want some more of it, more and more-"
His prick slipped into her steamy cunt with one wet stroke. Juliet could not resist any more. She opened her thighs to him and pushed his face down so he could take one of her aching nipples into his mouth. , ... , "Just be very quiet," she murmured, and settled down to fuck him.