Chapter 2
Juliet didn't really want to talk to the boy, or to anyone else. The housecar rocked gently as her husband drove it around a turn in the highway, and she tried to keep busy with inconsequential things. In back, she tidied beds for the third time, and finally settled down to try and read a magazine.
That didn't work either, so she sat and stared at print blurring over the pages. It was still difficult for her to believe that she had actually allowed her nephew to fuck her, and not once, but twice. She had fully cooperated in the acts, too; she couldn't deny that she had.
She tried to feel guilty, and managed some of that. But when she attempted revulsion or disgust, Juliet got nowhere. In fact, every time she moved her legs, her thighs rubbed together with a sensuous kissing that reminded her of how much fun the sessions with Ryan had been. Exciting, stimulating, fucking the boy had aroused her to fever pitches of rapture, and brought her to orgasms she'd almost forgotten existed.
That didn't mean she wanted to continue the incestuous relationship, or that such a liaison would even be possible. Not in this vacation home on wheels; there were three double beds, yes-and other people, such as her sister and her husband and her little niece. So it was quite impossible to continue fucking Ryan under such crowded conditions; opportunities like those of the preceding night would not often be repeated.
Where had the boy learned to handle himself so well? If the knowledge had come from his peer group, then kids today were farther advanced than anyone dreamed. Juliet put down the magazine and helped herself to a cup of coffee; then, reconsidering, she added a dollop of brandy to the brew. For if Ryan knew so much about sex, then why not Rochelle? What one twin experienced, the other one knew almost immeidately.
A twelve-year-old girl? Somehow that seemed more heinous than a debauched boy of the same age. Juliet drank her coffee and made a face; the brandy was strong. She looked up from the cup and caught her nephew watching; she looked away.
Maybe Melanie shouldn't have brought the kids home in the first place. All that noise about leaving her husband, which she had done before. Martin wasn't a bad sort, but Melanie swore that they were through this time, that he was putting private detectives on her trail. That seemed a bit melodramatic, Juliet thought, but how could she deny refuge to her sister and her children? The trip had been planned for a long time, and all they had to do was keep rolling. If there was something bad between Martin and Melanie, there would be plenty of time for cooling off.
"Auntie," Ryan said from close by, and Juliet shuddered. It just didn't seem right for him to call her that-not after fucking her twice during the night, without so much as catching his breath between orgasms.
She made her voice steady. "Yes, Ryan?"
He moved nearer to her on the foam-padded bench, so that his thigh touched hers. Juliet glanced down and saw the bronzed slimness of his leg, bare to the thigh in cut-off jeans; she also saw the bulge that was threatening to tear out his zipper. The horny little bastard had another hard-on!
Right out here in the open, with his mother and sister nearby, with his uncle driving, Ryan had an erection. Juliet tightened her lips and set her jaw.
Then he said softly, "Auntie, I love you so much."
She melted, softened, went to pieces enough so that she took his hand. That was a mistake, because he turned so that his hard cock was touching her leg, and the shock of it raced through her like wildfire.
Whispering fiercely at him, she said, "Ryan! You can't-damn it, you just can't-"
"We already have, Auntie," he said. "And it was great. Ever since I knew what fucking was all about, I wondered how it would be to put it to you. You have such wonderful tits, and the way your ass jiggles, and those long, crazy legs-I used to jack off, thinking about fucking you."
"Shh!" she hissed. "They might hear you."
He pushed his hard cock to her, made little hunching movements so that it rubbed up and down her thigh. "I heard Uncle Blake say we'd pull over and park soon. He's kind of sleepy, I think. And if my mom drives awhile, then you and I can slide into the other bed and screw."
Juliet swallowed; this boy, this child, was calmly discussing fucking her as if the only problem there could be was time for them to get together. His mother would raise hell; her husband would take off the roof, and his sister would be so shocked-or would she?
Pushed by the unaccustomed warmth of morning brandy, by the memories of the screwing she'd had last night, and also by some devilish impulse to sneakiness, Juliet reached down her hand and placed it upon her nephew's thigh, upon the small but thrillingly hard throbbing of his boyish cock.
Glancing over his shoulder and being certain that his body blocked her off from view in case someone up front turned around to look, Juliet stroked the outline of that compelling young prick. She looked into her nephew's eyes then, looked deeply and searchingly to see the lust there, the boiling passion that made her respond immediately in kind.
"R-Ryan," she whispered. "We must be very careful-your twin sister and your mother, my husband-"
He squirmed under her hand, his cock sliding along her palm and letting her feel the shaping of its head, the blunted outline of his balls. "Don't worry about Rochelle, and I can handle Mom. Oh, Auntie, that feels so good-but it will feel better inside your hot, juicy cunt, where it belongs. Oh, wow, Auntie-I hope Uncle parks soon, so we can fuck."
Juliet wanted to keep fondling the boy's rod, to feel it leap within the grasp of her fingers as the head swelled and exploded with a spate of semen. But she withdrew her hand, because she also wanted him to save his ejaculation for her cunt, so she could know its hot splashing within the walls of her pussy. If she dared, if they dared, to try a sneaky daytime fuck in a curtained bunkbed.
Had she lost her mind? She was a married woman, and responsible right now for the safety of her sister and her sister's twin children, yet here Juliet was, planning how she might fuck her nephew-again. It had been good the first two times, very good. That steel-hard little cock, the boy's eagerness and staying power-it was a blessing to a woman whose own husband seemed to have gone cold on her.
But suppose they were caught? All the ugliness, the uproar, charges and countercharges; Juliet wouldn't like that. But neither did she care for the drabness of her life as it was; her husband's vacation idea wouldn't help their sexual relations, and neither would this overcrowding of the housecar.
Safety in numbers? Perhaps they could manage to go unnoticed for a short while, and even a few snatched moments of gratification would be far better than gray loneliness. Juliet touched the boy's prick again. "Get in the lower bunk, Ryan; pull the curtains. I'll make some excuse about being sleepy, too, and after your uncle goes to sleep, I'll duck in with you."
He lifted both small hands and caressed her tits, lightly and fleetingly. "You're so beautiful and sexy, Auntie. I think I'll eat you before I fuck you."
Juliet caught her breath. Did this boy mean-was he serious about-how had he learned such a perversion? Why, she thought, Blake had never even come close to doing that to her, had never even suggested that she allow him to-to go down on her cunt. Now this child was implying that he wanted to eat her. She could never be a party to such deviation, of course.
But she would tell him that when they were in the privacy of bed, when they were shut off from the view of others. Her sister Melanie would be only too happy to leave the kids in her care while she drove the big van. Melanie was sulking anyhow, still shaken up over the hassle she'd had with her husband, the fight that had caused her to bring her kids on the vacation trip. Juliet had to admit that now she was very glad Melanie had come, especially that she had brought little Ryan, the stud.
Tearing herself away from the boy, Juliet stood up and made herself more coffee and brandy, excited as she had been as a virgin on her wedding night too long ago. Maybe, she thought, if she had been more knowing, she would have kept Blake's interest in her alive. As it was, even the last few times they had fucked, it was as if the action was more a duty than a spontaneous expression of physical love.
The housecar veered to the right, and pulled up into a parking turnoff. Gulping her coffee, Juliet put the cup into the tiny sink and brushed her hands over her hair, gone all guilty and uptight inside.
But the transfer of drivers took only a minute or two and her husband stopped to pat her cheek before climbing into the big bed over the wheel. A nice gesture, she thought, but hardly fulfilling.
Melanie said, "Sis? Don't let Ryan bug you too much. Rochelle and I will stay up here, and whenever you're ready with lunch, yell out, so I can pull over."
Juliet called an answer. "Y-yes, all right, Melanie. I-Ryan's already napping and I think I'll catch a few winks before fixing lunch. Guess we're all a little worn from last night."
Melanie's voice was low, soft. "Oh?"
Puzzling, Juliet slid back the curtains and sat down on the edge of the lower bunk to slide off her shoes and jeans. In a moment, she had swung her legs inside and shut off the outside. Now they were alone, this stiff-dicked boy and herself, at least they were shielded from any prying eyes.
She was shivering as she rolled over and let him pull off her bra. His hands were deft and warm, moving lovingly and quickly over her tits, his light fingers playing with her hard nipples and cupping the globes themselves.
Placing her mouth to his ear, Juliet murmured, "Be very, very quiet, Ryan. Your uncle isn't quite asleep yet, and we don't want him to hear-or the others, either."
"Not yet," he whispered back, and his fingers were working at her panties, so she lifted her ass and allowed him to slide the nylon down over her legs.
"Ummm," he said softly, kissing her throat and her ear, sending shudders all up and down her spine. When his mouth trailed over her cheekbone and to her lips, Juliet was ready for it. She gave herself up to the darting hot tongue, to the raking of his teeth over hers, and slipping her arms-around him, mashing her tits into his slim, boyish body, she sucked his tongue into the far reaches of her hungry mouth.
Lifting one leg over him, Juliet drew him tightly to her dewy crotch, feeling the heat of her cunt bathe him, knowing the stimulation of that impossibly hard cock pressed into her smooth belly.
Ryan pulled free of her mouth, and dropped his warm face to her breasts, nuzzling into them, touching the tip of his tongue to her aching nipples. She pushed his head into her tits, needing to feed him, desperately yearning for him to suck her nipples.
He did just that, drawing one of the tips into his teeth, licking hotly over it before pulling it deeply into the suctioning cavern of his mouth. He sucked it as if he were a baby and she were his mother.
Gasping, clenching her teeth so as not to make any noises, Juliet arched to the boy, her hands flying up and down his sleek flesh, caressing and fondling him. Her pussy shoved eagerly to him, begging for the thrust of his stiff cock, but Ryan would not put it to her. Instead, he released the nipple he had been chewing upon, and drew his mouth down her rib cage.
She tried to tangle her fingers into his hair, to lift him before he could go any farther down her body, but the sudden jolt of his tongue being crammed into her navel made her flinch mightily and let him go.
No! No! She longed to shriek it out, but had to muffle any cry before it reached her lips. Wiggling, Juliet tried to back away from him, to somehow escape, but Ryan's face moved yet lower, his breath tickling into the hair of her cunt, his hands stroking her inner thighs.
He meant to do it, to actually go through with this perversion! Oh, no, Ryan-oh, no! The thought echoed in her head, but she did not dare to let it out where others would hear. She couldn't have that. Ryan must be kept secret-the things they did naked together-the mere fact they were making it. But she didn't want this-really she didn't. It was dirty and obscene and how a little boy could-
She flinched. His breath was fanning her labia, drawing the juices down, tingling insanely across her entire mound. He touched the tip of his hot tongue to her flesh, and when she writhed helplessly, Ryan darted it down, down into her pubic hair.
Juliet couldn't stand it. She twisted and turned, but his hands were under the cheeks of her ass now, the fingertips digging in strongly, lifting her crotch to his mouth for the feasting. She caught at his head, at his hair, but it was too late for any real resistance. Her nephew was going to perform cunnilingus on her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him, short of screaming or leaping nude from the bunk.
His mouth plunged into her wet labia, lips to lips, and when his tongue pushed her cuntlips apart to slide inside, Juliet had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out with the shock. The sensation was utterly different from any she had known before, a piercing yet very tender excitement that sent tendrils of arousal running throughout her body.
Shock after shock sparked inside her vagina, and when his tongue touched her clitoris, Juliet let of Ryan's hair and raked her fingenails into the sheet beneath her heaving body. Clinging to her ass, her nephew licked hotly, thrillingly, into her labia, along them to the hood that guarded the seat of all pleasure. Ryan dipped into that shielding and sucked upon the nubby clit, pulling it out to touch his teeth.
Oh, lord, oh, lord! This was dirty-but it wasn't! It was marvelous and intimate and Juliet had all she could do to keep from rolling her hips, from grinding her cunt into the boy's face. But when he sucked on her entire pussy as if it were an orange, gulping and swallowing, she could resist no longer.
Slowly, she began to pump her cunt into his mouth, gyrating her belly and clenching her ass. Eyes closed, breath hissing between her teeth, she clawed the sheet and fucked the boy's face, rubbing her cuntlips over his chin, grinding her pubic hair into his cheeks, arching to feel his nose in her vagina.
Whispering, she said throatily, "Oh-oh, you sweet boy! I can't stand it-I can't-oh, you're sucking my cunt! You're feeding on my pussy-Ryan-my little nephew-you horny little cocksman-oh, OH! Eat me, Ryan-eat your auntie's hot pussy!"
The boy ate it with a will, biting her gently, lapping her as if he were a dog after a bitch in heat, suctioning and pulling at her cunt, licking and devouring. His face was wet and greasy with her copious juices, and she pinned his head into position with the silken netting of her thighs.
Ryan groaned into her pounding pussy, sighed as he ate into her dripping cunt, and his hands manipulated the cheeks of her ass. For a moment, Juliet was afraid she would choke him, and then she didn't give a damn if she did. Hunching and bucking, she fucked his mouth, rode her throbbing clit against his teeth and wished his tongue were twice as long.
She was coming, coming! The orgasm was tearing her apart, splitting her pussy and sending convulsions through her asshole. Her legs tightened upon Ryan's head, trying to bury him in her cunt, trying to force his entire head up into her palpitating vagina.
"Ahhh!" she gasped. "Ahh, you little cunt-eater."
And as the orgasm crested within her pussy, as her clit shivered and broke itself into a thousand brightly cascading bits, Juliet turned her face so she could plunge it into a pillow and muffle the noises she could not help making.
Slowly and sweetly, Ryan continued to lap at her cunt, sliding his slippery cheeks up and down inside her locked thighs, kissing the wet hairs, tasting the frothy lubrication of her inflamed labia. The boy didn't want to stop, she thought in a daze; he meant to eat her some more.
But there was his own orgasm to consider, and Juliet tried to pull him up her body, releasing the grip of her legs. Still, he took his time, kissing his way up her taut belly to her quaking tits, and then to her mouth, where the sliding of his tongue reminded her that she was tasting her own cunt.
It tasted just fine.