Chapter 4
Tara crouched in her hiding place, momentarily, but not completely satisfied after fingering herself to excited completion while watching Dianne and Uncle Ben slam through their final climax. Now she strained her eyes and stared at the couple.
Dianne was still seated on Ben's lap, his limp prick still encased in the juicy tunnel of her vagina. They both looked spent. Tara decided that it was time for her to make her great retreat up to her bedroom, while Dianne and Uncle Ben were still too dazed to notice.
She circled slowly around the dark hall, then, with quick, darting eyes she glanced at the spent couple and dashed up the stairs to her bedroom, closing the door noiselessly behind her. She was breathing heavily with excitement. She wanted to sample Uncle Ben's stiff cock, just as her older sister had. She was still a virgin, and she wanted that malady corrected as quickly as possible. A plan began to form in Tara's young, quick mind. She smiled and went into the bedroom to freshen up. Tara knew exactly how she would get Uncle Ben to penetrate her, violate her, removing the hymen, ending her virginity. All she had to do now was wait, and then make her move.
Back in the living room, both Dianne and her uncle were slumped in the chair in the grip of exhaustion. She was still on his lap, her twat still holding his limp pecker captive, her soft, firm buttocks on his hairy thighs, her breasts pressed against his flabby chest.
Both Dianne and Ben were spent physically and emotionally as they had never before been spent. This was due to several reasons. First, their relationship. She was his young niece, and sex between them had the forbidden taint of incest about it. Second, the wide difference in their ages. And then, there had been the long, teasing, emotional buildup to the final mating. By the time they had finally had each other, both were at a high, nerve-wracking fever-pitch. Their mating seemed so luridly forbidden that it had taken on a special meaning to them. It had completely drained both of them of their reserves of emotion and physical stamina. Never before had either of them felt so completely used and satisfied and tuckered out.
"Oh, Unc, that was lovely, so lovely," Dianne sighed as she kissed him on the lips gently.
"It was unbelievable. You're so young and yet you were better than any woman I've ever had. Where did you learn how to do it so fantastically well?"
"Oh, practice makes perfect," she grinned. "Practice makes perfect ? Just how many times have you been laid ? You weren't a virgin ? "
"No, I wasn't a virgin. Haven't been for a year."
"You had it the first time in your life a year ago?" he said with disbelief.
"Right, darling. I had my cherry picked when I was sixteen. By a lifeguard. He was a guy who was in college. He got in me first. He had me, oh, I guess a dozen times that summer. After him, there were only two other boys. If I've made it sixteen times up to tonight, it's a lot."
"Unbelievable," he said. "Girl, you must have natural talent to perform the way you did."
"Thank you, darling Uncle. I'm flattered. Was I really that good ? " she asked, feeling pride.
"You were tops. I've had women twice your age who can't hold a candle to your performance."
"Maybe it was beginner's luck," she laughed.
"Not a chance. You have talent, Dianne, honey. Fantastic talent."
She was greatly pleased by his honest compliment. She knew he meant it.
"I thought it was fantastic," she crooned. "You're an incredible lover, darling. Of course, I haven't had too much experience, but after having you, it's like I've never made it before. And, you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen or felt. I was surprised I could take it all in me, but I did."
"You certainly did." He took a deep suck of air. "God, I'm tired."
"I am, too. It's like having you has taken all the energy out of me. I'm so sleepy. And I want you again ... and again and again. But I'm so tired and sleepy."
"Yeah. I know what you mean, Dianne, honey. Never felt so played out before after screwing. We sure took it out of each other."
"We sure did," she laughed softly, nipping at his ear with her teeth as she shifted her buttocks on his lap, jiggling his limp cock inside of her clutching slit.
"Listen."
"Yes?"
"We're gonna have to be careful, Dianne."
"Why?"
"We can't let Tara know what's going on between us."
"But how will we be able to hide it from her."
"We'll have to try, that's all. This really shouldn't have happened."
"Why not, Unc?"
"I'm supposed to take care of you."
"You took care of me real good," she giggled, rubbing her box around.
"You know I don't mean that way," he smiled.
"Oh, I know what you mean."
"I'm your uncle. I'm twice as old as you. The court appointed me the guardian of you and Tara. I'm responsible for your care and well being. And now what have I done? I've committed a crime. You're under age, and my nice and ward. I've laid you. If the authorities ever find out-we've had it-I've had it. They'll lock me up and toss away the key."
"They'll never know, darling," she said softly.
"It's our secret. I'll never let anyone know. It was wonderful, what you and I just had, and I won't have anyone saying it's dirty."
"We'll have to be very careful. What's done is done."
"Yes. And we're going to have such a lovely time together, darling."
"I think we should try to control ourselves, Dianne, honey."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean maybe we should stop what we've just started-right now."
"You mean this is it ? We can't have each other anymore?"
"Yes."
"But that can't be! I can't do without you, darling. I want you again and again, forever and ever."
"Well-"
"You want me?"
"Yes, honey."
"And I want you. We can't fight it, and you know it."
"Yes. I know it. But we can try."
"No! We're not going to let society make our relationship seem dirty. We won't let them. We're going to be like man and wife. I'm going to sleep with you."
"No, you can't do that."
"Why not?"
"You can't sleep with me at night. Tara would find out."
"Oh. Well, we'll work something out, darling. I want to fill the void left by your wife. You're a man. You've got to have a woman steadily. You're used to it. It's not natural for you to be cut off just because your wife's dead. Getting laid from time to time isn't the answer for you. You need it, and I can and will and want to give it. Any time you need a piece, I'll be there. You won't get away from me."
"I know."
"You're mine, now."
"Yes," he said, knowing that what she said was true, even though it seemed wrong. He could not undo what had been done. That was impossible.
"Maybe we won't be able to sleep together all night long. But we'll work something out, darling, so that I can have you whenever I need you, and you can have me all the time, too. Boy, am I hot for you."
"Not now, honey."
"I know. Even though I want you again, right now, I'm soooo tired. And you are, too. I can see it in your face. You look exhausted."
"I am."
"I am, too."
"Maybe we ought to call it quits for now, Dianne."
"I think maybe you're right. No sense ruining what we've had by being pigs. There'll be plenty more times for us, right?"
"Yes," he said, giving up to their mutual longing.
"Oh, darling," she said, hugging herself close to him as she continued to sit, naked on his lap, his soft prick still in her wet, clinging twat. "It was so good."
"Yes, it was," he grinned.
"And it was only our first time. Think how good it's going to be for us once we start making it regularly. And we will make it regularly! The more we do it, the better we'll be. Right?"
"Right. But, as I said, we'll have to be mighty careful."
"Oh, I know that. I'm no dope."
"Is Tara a virgin?"
"Why do you ask that?" she frowned suspiciously. "Is she?"
"Yes. I know that for sure, Uncle Ben. Gee, it seems funny to call you Uncle Ben now-"
"She's a virgin," he said, ignoring the latter part of her statement.
"Yes, she's a virgin. But why does that bug you?"
"It doesn't bug me. But her being a virgin and such a young girl makes it serious that we take care to hide what's going on from her."
"But why?"
"She had the same kind of raw shock that you had, Dianne. The shock of finding out that her sister's screwing her uncle might unhinge her."
"I don't know. I don't think so. But, then, we won't let her find out," she said with conviction. "I think, though, that you're worrying too much about Tara. She's pretty hip. She bounces back. I don't think we have to sweat over her as long as we're careful."
"Maybe you're right, Dianne."
"I'm sure I'm right, darling. Gee, I can't call you darling in front of Tara, can I ? " she giggled.
"You sure can't," he smiled.
"But it seems so natural to call you that now. It seems funny to call you Uncle Ben. I don't know. We've just fucked ourselves silly. Your cock is still in my pussy. We're lovers. You're my lover. How can I call my lover, 'llncle Ben'? "
"I guess it does seem kind of strange. But you have to. In private, when we're alone, you can call me anything..."
"How about 'Big Cock' ? " she giggled.
"I don't think so," he laughed.
"Gee, I'll have to be careful. I might let slip some kind of obvious endearment to you in front of Tara. And I might look at you in a certain way and give it away."
"I hate to bang the same old drum, but we'll have to be very careful, Dianne, honey."
"Yes. The most difficult thing is going to be for me to keep my hands off of you, darling. I want to touch you and feel you all the time," she said with warmth.
"I know. I feel the same about you, honey."
"That's nice," she purred. "It'll be all I can do not to unzip your fly and take your cock out all the time."
"Hold on!"
"To what? Your cock?" she giggled.
"You're acting silly."
"I'm so sleepy I can't help myself, darling. I get silly when I'm so tired."
"Well, then I think we ought to hit the sack."
"Together?"
"That would be a treat to end all treats, honey."
"Yummie, wouldn't it, though ? But let's not go to sleep yet. As tired as I am I want to hug close to you, darling. I love the feel of it in me. I wish you could have your big cock in my pussy all the time."
"You'd have a hell of a time walking with it in you," Ben laughed.
"Who cares ? " she smiled.
"Honey, you've got the sweetest body," he said, molding her lovely tits with his hands, making her nipples spring back to life, hard and extended.
"Ohhhh, I love that, darling. I love you to feel me up. Do it to me every chance you get. And, I'll give you plenty of chances," she grinned wickedly.
"You mean you'd like my hands to take the place of your bra ? "
"You bet! I hate to wear a bra. I only wear one out of habit. Would you mind if I didn't wear one around the house, darling?"
"If it wouldn't suggest anything out of the way to Tara, it'll be okay, I guess."
"If I stop wearing my bra, she will, too. She copies me a lot."
"I don't know if I could stand that. Tara's got a pretty nifty shape. Watching your tits and her tits bouncing around free all the time could drive me up the wall.'
"I don't want it to drive you up the wall. I'd rather it drove you right into bed-with me!" she laughed.
"We'd better keep our voices down low, honey. Tara might wake up."
"You worry too much, darling," she said, kissing him.
"Can't worry enough. Got to be careful, honey. Matter of fact, we're damn fools right now, and have been for quite awhile."
"What do you mean, my lover?" she asked.
"We took a terrible chance making it right here in the living room where Tara might have walked right in on us. She could have heard us. And-"
"Well, she didn't, did she?"
"No, but-"
"You worry too much."
"Maybe I do. But we're both being crazy right now."
"Why are we being crazy?"
"We've been here, naked, my cock buried in your pussy for-I don't know how long-but for a long time. Tara could come down here any minute and find us. Wouldn't that be a nice turn for us ? "
"Maybe you're right, darling. Maybe we are taking a chance right now."
"No doubt about it. We'd better unhitch ourselves, baby. And, we'd better put our clothes on."
"But why? That seems such a waste of time. We'd only put on our clothes just to walk upstairs to take them off again."
"Use your head, honey girl. Suppose we both go upstairs naked? Think. Tara might wake up. Wouldn't that be a sight for her young, innocent eyes, though ? Her seeing her sister and her uncle sneaking up the stairs together-naked-imagine."
"It'd shock her out of her skin," Dianne grinned, suppressing a laugh.
"You bet it would. Now, let's get up and get dressed and go to bed. We can both use the sleep. I think this has been quite an experience for both of us, honey girl."
"It sure has. It's been terrific for me. After making it with you, everything I've had before seems as tame as holding hands."
"It's damn nice of you to say that," he said, taking pride that he had performed so well, even though in truth, she had led the way.
"Well, it's the truth. You're the end. Hey, that give me an idea."
"What kind of idea?"
"You're the end, I said. And you are. When I said that you're the end I meant it. But when I said it, it gave me an idea. The end: how'd you like to take me, screw me in the end, huh?" she teased, excited by the prospect.
"You mean you want me to screw you in the ass?" he said, surprised.
"Yup. I've heard it's wild. Never tried it. I'd love to try it with you, my darling lover, my own."
"I think ... we'll get to it."
"You bet we will," she said with enthusiasm.
"I know we will, if you have anything to do with it, lover girl."
"And you know I'll have everything to do with it, don't you?" she laughed softly, crazily.
"Yes, I know," he admitted, knowing that she would lead him, egg him on to all kinds of excesses. He knew women. And Dianne showed all the markings of an over-passionate one. He also knew that she'd lead the way. She had already set the tone of their relationship. And, he knew that he would follow, would deny her nothing. He was incapable of denying her.
"Oh, God, it's going to be so much fun," she said with excitement. "We're going to fuck in all kinds of positions. We're going to try everything. I can't wait!"
"Well, young lady, you'll have to wait awhile, anyway." He felt spent, used up, exhausted, mentally and emotionally.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we have to go to sleep. We won't be trying anything more out tonight."
"Oh. Yes, you're right. I'm pooped."
"Come on, honey girl. Let's get up and get dressed."
"Well, okay, but I sure don't want to. I like it like this, with your peter in me."
"I like it, too. But we'll have to call it quits. Come on, let's get up and get dressed and get to bed."
"Oh, all right," she said, disappointed, not wanting the night to end.
She slowly shifted on his lap and, with a slow, wet pop, his limp prick slipped out of her fevered, wet pussy. They both groaned as the delicious contact ended. They stood, naked, together, and their bodies blended together as they fused their lips in a deep, hot, passionate kiss. When the kiss ended they stared closely into each other's eyes, fully understanding and feeling the total impact of what had transpired between them. A deep bond was forged in that instant.
"I'm crazy about you, Dianne, honey," he breathed softly as he held her close, his hands cradling her lush, firm buttocks.
"And I'm wild about you, my darling lover," she said with intense seriousness.
"Now let's get dressed and go to sleep."
"All right."
They slowly dressed and then, hand-in-hand, made their way silently up the darkened stairs.
All was still in the house. But, behind Tara's door was a young girl gripped in the hot throb of longing. She was wide awake. She had been listening at the head of the stairs. She had slipped out when Ben and Dianne hadn't come immediately up after fucking. She had heard their entire whispered conversation. They had no secrets from her. She laughed silently to herself when she thought of how Ben and Dianne were plotting to keep their secret from her. She knew. Yes, Tara knew and had seen and heard all.