Chapter 2
As the days passed, I found that a strange sort of relationship was developing between myself and Elizabeth. On the surface nothing really seemed to have changed between us. Our conversations, for example, were innocent enough. We spoke mostly about the weather, about her adjustments to West Hartford, about the friends she had made and the things she was doing in her spare time. To an outside observer, it all would have looked casual enough. And yet there was a hidden tension to all this that seemed to change the very texture of our relationship.
Elizabeth, for example, would often seat herself opposite me and then, almost unconsciously, let her legs spread out. If it had happened only once or twice, I might have written it off as mere thoughtlessness. But she seemed to do this consistently enough so that I began to suspect that it was a deliberate act on her part, a deliberate attempt to tease me.
Then there were the times when we would meet in the hallway in the morning. She seemed always to wander out in brief panties and a flimsy pajama top, never attempting to hide herself from me. Almost deliberately giving me a good look at her.
There was no one thing really that I can point my finger to, but rather an accumulation of incidents that led me to suspect that Elizabeth would not mind very much if I attempted to bed her down.
So what was a man in my position to do, having arrived at this conclusion? Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead, or proceed with caution? Such was my quandary and I must admit that I spent many after-: noons at my office trying to resolve it. Fortunately for me the entire matter was finally taken out of my hands.
It happened this way. It was about a month after she had come to stay with us, a mild Tuesday afternoon in early August. I left my job as usual, briefcase in hand, and was about to hop into my automobile when I heard a familiar voice calling me from behind.
"Uncle Simon. ... Oh, wait up Uncle Simon." I turned and there she was, her silky blonde hair piled on top of her head like threads of gleaming gold. She wore a blue halter top that revealed the little cherry nipples and the ample curve of her breasts underneath, j And she also wore matching blue shorts that started somewhere about three inches below her navel and which were so tight fitting that I could have sworn that I saw the outlines of her cunt through it. Certainly it concealed nothing of her lovely shape, the hourglass curve of her hips and the smooth swell of her well-rounded little ass. She was carrying a package with her and the smile on her lips was unmistakably provocative.
"Hi Liz," I said. "What're you doing around here?"
"Shopping. I decided to pay you a visit. Where are you going now?"
"Home."
"Oh, don't," she whispered. "I'd rather you take me I for a little ride. Do you mind terribly?"
She was standing so close to me now that I could actually feel the heat of her body burn into my flesh. There was a smell to her that was incredibly delectable, a mixture of some sort of perfume and a musky feminine aroma that her skin seemed almost always to exude. My head was spinning for a second, and I had to swallow hard before I was able to recover my equilibrium.
"What's the matter, Uncle," she asked. "Do I make you nervous?"
"A little," I replied.
"Why? Is it because you want to fuck...." she paused for a second, her moonbeam eyes probing my facial expression. It seemed like an eternity passed before she continued with what she was saying. "Is it because you want to fuck me and you haven't gotten up the courage to make the first move?"
"What is this you're saying?" I whispered, pretending to be shocked. She saw right through it, taking one of my hands and for one brief second pressing it up against the slope of her crotch.
"You were looking so hard," she explained when she drew away, "that I thought you might like a little touch. I don't wear panties underneath. Especially not on such a hot day."
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"Because I thought you might enjoy it Isn't that a good reason?"
I was speechless. I lifted the hand that had rested so briefly on her love mound and I brushed it across my nose. The scent was unmistakable. It was the swell of wet, juicy cunt. The thought of it made my entire body shiver. My penis, as though it possessed a life of its own, suddenly stiffened and bulged out against my trousers.
"Come on," Elizabeth said. "Let's get in your car before someone sees us."
A second later we were moving out of the parking lot, speeding down Broad Street toward the open highway. The traffic had not yet picked up, so I was doing sixty with ease. The air conditioner was already blowing cole air into the sealed-in compartment. Elizabeth was curled up like a kitten in the seat beside me, her long white legs spread wide apart, one hand resting provocatively in the center, on the slope of her love mound.
"Admit it," Elizabeth whispered. "You've wanted to fuck me from the very first day."
"What makes you say that?" My hands were on the steering column but my mind was very far from the road. Very far indeed.
"Oh, come off it, Uncle, you don't have to play games with me. I'm not a baby, you know. I see things. For example," she smiled. "I can see that bulge in your pants, right now. It means that your rod is nice and stiff and ready for a little good old-fashioned fucking. Am I wrong?"
"You sound more experienced than I could possibly have imagined."
"Oh, I'm experienced enough," she replied.
"You're not a virgin, I take it then."
"Is anyone?" she replied rhetorically. "I stopped being a virgin when I was fifteen, dear Uncle."
"Really. How did it happen?"
"Will it excite you if I talk about it?"
"It might"
"Then I might as well tell you about it After all, we're going to become lovers and there ought to be no secrets between lovers."
I nodded somewhat reluctantly: "So you were fifteen when you had your first sexual experience. With whom was it?"
"Well, I don't really know his name," Elizabeth replied. "That is, I can't really remember it. I think it was Jimmy or Jamie or something of that sort. He was one of my mother's boyfriends."
"Your mother's boyfriends," I said, somewhat shocked. "Your mother had boyfriends?"
"Didn't you know?" Elizabeth replied in a nonchalant tone of voice. "That's why they're getting divorced."
"But, but...."
"But what?" Elizabeth asked. "Just because she's your sister, doesn't make her any different than anyone eke. She was just like any other woman. She liked a nice hard cock inside of her pussy. She used to fuck like a bunny. With practically anyone that she could get into bed. Not only men either. I know of at least two women with whom she had brief affairs. There were probably others. I guess Dad couldn't stand it any longer, which is why they're finally getting divorced."
Could this possibly be true? I mean, Charlotte, Elizabeth's mother, was my sister. I thought I knew her pretty well. I had been under the impression that she was ... well, virtuous. When I heard that she was get ting divorced, I naturally assumed it was her husband's fault.
"Oh, Mom was a real tramp," Elizabeth confided. "She never even made a big secret out of it. One day, for example when I was about eleven or twelve, I came home from school, I found her in the living room with a man, a black fellow who did the gardening around the house. He was down on the floor with his cock sticking through his zipper and she was bent over him, with her mouth right on top of it. It took them several seconds to realize that I was there. You see, we'd been let out of school early that day because of some electrical problem that had occurred in the wiring."
"And you say that she was giving him a blow-job."
"Was she ever," Elizabeth replied. "He was lying stretched out on the floor, and she was down on all fours, standing over him, her mouth down by his cock, her ass high in the air, where he could reach it with his hands. Boy, the two of them were really going to town. Her mouth was gliding up and down the shaft. Up and down and all the way around, sucking, licking, biting ... just having a slam-bang time with that nine-inch piece of meat. At least I think it was nine inches long. And it was fat and juicy. All things considered, a mighty nice piece of meat from a woman's viewpoint."
"And you say her ass was pointing in his direction."
"Yeah, that's the way it was," Elizabeth nodded. "And he was really making the best use of it. He had these real long fingers and he was frigging her like there was no tomorrow. He had one finger up her ass and another inside of her cunt. It was a wet cunt, let me add. Boy, it was just dripping with juices."
"Are you sure that you're not making all this up?"
"Come off it, Uncle. I may be a lot of things, but I'm certainly not a bar. I saw it all with my own eyes. Mom was blowing the gardener and he was frigging her ass and her cunt."
"What did they say when you burst in on the scene like that?"
"It took them a while to realize that I was there. You see, they were quite absorbed in their little games. Mom was the first to see me. I was a real cute kid, my hair in pigtails, dressed in a green skirt and white blouse and plaid socks, my little plump knees showing. Mom gasped with horror when she caught sight of me. This caused her to bite down hard on the gardener's cock. I think she nearly injured him because he started to scream."
"So you interrupted things very nicely."
"Very nicely, indeed," Elizabeth retorted. "My mother told me to get up to my room and not come down till she called for me. Which is what I did. About twenty minutes later everything was back in order."
"The gardener was gone??"
"Yes-permanently. Poor fellow!!! I mean, it wasn't his fault if my mother had hot pants. It wasn't his fault that I broke in on them like that. Still, I guess Mother decided that it was best if she got a new gardener."
"And did she ever talk to you about the incident?"
"She never even mentioned it. It was as though I'd never seen anything, as though nothing had ever happened. Naturally I thought about it a great deal. I mean, I used to have dreams about that big black cock sticking up high in the air. Mother seemed to have had such a wonderful time sucking on it that it made me wish that I could have a taste too. But that didn't come till much later, till I was fifteen years old."
"And this fellow Jimmie or Jamie or whatever the hell his name is....He's the one who broke you in."
"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "He was the delivery boy from the drugstore. It seems that he and Mother had been having an affair for several months befoe he got to me. It all happened on a Saturday afternoon. Dad was at the store and Mother had gone shopping with some of her friends. I guess she must have forgotten that she had an appointment with the delivery boy."
"And you were alone in the house, I presume."
"Yes, quite alone. I had just a slight touch of a cold and so I was taking it easy, listening to some records and reading those rock 'n' roll magazines. It was a cloudy afternoon, the rain washing down in buckets. I felt nice and safe inside and really was quite content to be all by myself when the front door rang."
"The plot thickens."
"It sure does," Elizabeth nodded, her hand still resting neatly on her crotch.
The traffic on the highway was beginning to get heavy so I turned down one of the exits, took a right and started driving along a rather obscure two-lane country road. The scenery was quite pleasant, trees and hills and old farmhouses lined up delightfully along the sides.
"So what happened?" I asked.
"I answered the door," Elizabeth replied. "The delivery boy was standing on the other side and when he saw me he asked where my mother was."
"So what did you say?"
"I told him that she was out."
"Did he turn to leave?"
"Yes, at first he did," Elizabeth whispered. "But then he remembered that he had a phone call to make. He asked if he might use our telephone. I said that he might and that's how it all began." Elizabeth scratched the top of her head for a second, furrowing her forehead in an expression of deep contemplation. "Let's see now, his name was Jamie. Now I remember, it was definitely Jamie."
"Go on, go on," I said breathlessly. "Let's hear what happened."
"All in good time," Elizabeth replied. "I can't rush this thing. I want to be as accurate as possible. After all, you wouldn't want me to skip over any parts."
"No, of course not."
"Well, anyway, I let Jamie come into the house and make his telephone call. He was dripping wet. I was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, the kind that are faded at the knees and on the behind. I was also wearing a tight sweater and my titties stood up against them like two little apples. When Jamie got a good look at me inside the house, his eyes seemed to bulge in his forehead. And something else too."
"So what happened."
"'You know kid,' he said to me, 'you're a pretty swell looker.' Naturally I was flattered by the compliment. I mean, I didn't go out much at the time and I had some doubts about my attractiveness. I didn't think that boys found me pretty."
"How wrong you were."
"I sure was, because Jamie started saying all sorts of nice things to me. He told me that I was beautiful, that I ought to be in pictures."
"In pictures!" I exclaimed. "What a corny line."
"Now that I think about it, I guess it was," Elizabeth agreed. "But I had very little experience at the time. Hardly any to speak of, really."
"So you fell for it."
"Boy did I. He started telling me that he had a friend who was a photographer for all the big magazines and he thought that I would make an excellent model. Then he explained that models made plenty of money, fifty and sixty dollars an hour. He asked me if I was interested. Naturally I said I was. I mean, I didn't have very much money and the prospect of making that much just by letting someone photograph me was quite exciting."
"So what happened?"
"Well, Jamie said that he would have to have a closer look at me. He wanted to see what I looked like in a bathing suit. I said that I'd go upstairs and change into one if he wanted but he told me that it wasn't necessary. He was in a rush and he had a better idea."
"And what was that?"
"He suggested that I get out of my pants and sweater."
"He sure didn't waste any time."
"Not at all."
"Did you?"
"At first I didn't I mean, the prospect of stripping in front of a perfect stranger went against my better grain. But he was a very smooth talker. He said that I was being very, very silly. After all, I was wearing panties and a brassiere underneath. It was the same as a bikini, wasn't it? This was my big chance, he warned, and I would be very foolish if I let it slip by."
"So what did you do?"
"I said that I'd take off my sweater, but that's all."
"How did he react to that?"
"He seemed pleased. He helped me get it off and while he was doing this his hands brushed against my breasts. Quite deliberately, too. At first I was angry and wanted to scream at him, but after a second or so I realized that I liked it. He must have realized too because he became bolder and bolder, fondling them quite openly.
"'Quite a good-looking girl,' he whispered, his arms circling my naked waist. 'How's about getting your pants off so that I can get a glimpse of the rest of you."
"'Are you sure it's all right?" I asked.
"'Of course, my girl, of course.' By this time he already had his hands inside of my slacks. He undid the button at the top and pulled the fly down across my crotch. I stood there completely flabbergasted, my hands down at my sides, almost like a puppet."
"And he continued to take advantage of you."
"He was slick, all right, a real slick fellow. Jamie was about nineteen years old and I guess that he had a fairly good idea about how such things are carried off. Before I could say a thing or make an attempt to stop him, he already had my trousers down around my knees and he had his hands between my legs, pressed up right against my crotch."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"It was the first time that anyone had ever touched me there. I mean, I used to diddle with myself. What girl doesn't? But I'd never let a boy touch me there. He was rubbing my cunt right through the silk of my panties with one hand while he had another pressed inside of my cleavage. My eyes closed almost automatically and I began to breathe very softly, practically moaning like a little girl. It was so thrilling to feel those hard fingers of his slither along the mouth of my cunt. It was better than anything that I'd ever experienced in my entire life.
"'Come on baby,' he said, taking my hand and leading me over to the couch. "Why don't you sit down and we'll have a look at you without any clothes. You don't mind, do you? Of course you don't, sweetie. Like mother like daughter."
"What do you mean by that?' I asked. 'Are you Mom's ... Mom's lover?"
"There was a twinkle in his eye when he heard my question. He was quite forthright with me, made no attempt to hide anything from me. Of course he was my mother's lover, he said. He used to fuck her all the time and when he rang the bell earlier, he expected to see her.
"'We really didn't have an appointment,' he explained. 'But I was feeling kind of horny and your mother is always good for a bang. A real hot bitch, she is, a real hot little bitch!"
We had left the paved road by now and were traveling along one of those dirt ones, gravel flying up from my wheels as I passed over it. The story that Elizabeth was telling me was making my head spin with delight. There was no question about it any more. She would be mine before this afternoon passed away. I would be inside of her pants very soon and I would be allowed to touch that juicy wet twat that lay underneath. I would be permitted to explore that steamy little love hole with my fingers and my tongue and with ... with my cock which was hard as a rock and busting up through my pants like a giant cedar.
"So what did you do when you found out that Jamie was your mother's lover?"
"At first it made me feel bad. I mean," Elizabeth explained, "this guy had already been inside of Mother and now he was going to get inside of me. It seemed land of dirty and wrong to me. I was going to protest, but he didn't give me a chance. He shoved me down against the couch and ripped my panties right off my legs. Before I knew what had happened, he had his fly unzipped and his cock hanging out of his pants. It was a big cock, too. It kind of reminded me of the gardener. When I saw how hard it was, I almost instinctively reached out and grabbed it. I started petting it with my fingers. I rubbed it all over, gliding my palm along the shaft, reaching underneath and fondling the sac filled with the two little eggs. It was thrilling. I felt almost like a little child, like a baby. I no longer had control of myself. He had completely overwhelmed me with that beautiful prick of his. I was his slave and he could have made me do anything that he wanted, anything at all"
"And what did he do to you?"
"Well, he told me to spread my legs open so that he could look at my raw cunt. I did as he commanded Then he told me to stick one of my fingers inside."
"One of your own fingers??"
"Yes, he told me to diddle with myself. He wanted to watch me. Of course I obeyed. After all, what else could I do. After a while, he told me to take my hand and lick it off. He wanted me to have a taste of myself. So I did it. I took the same fingers that I had diddled with and put them into my mouth."
"Then what??"
"Then he walked over to me and told me to take my brassiere off so that he could have a look at my titties. He said that he wanted to bend over and suck my nipples, which is what he did when he had me completely undressed. He bit them and licked them and sucked on them till I was flying like a bird. Before I knew what was happening, he had my head bent over his lap. He told me to take his prick into my mouth.
"'Go on, girl,' he commanded. 'Suck it off just the way your mother likes to do whenever I come for a visit. Go on, suck on that big cock of mine till it's shooting cream."
"How can I describe the ecstasy that I was filled with when I finally got a chance to put my lips around that hard piece of meat? What words can I use that will adequately convey the feelings that I experienced? This had been my dream for so many years, ever since I had seen Mom doing it to the gardener. Now I was finally getting my turn. Finally...."
As Elizabeth spoke, she had her eyes closed, as though she was reliving the experience again. She had begun rubbing her crotch, rubbing herself through the thin blue material of her hot-pants outfit, playing with herself as I looked on. I'll tell you, it was very hard keeping my eyes on the road or keeping my mind on my driving.
"Oh, it was so wonderful," she whispered, "having his big prick inside of my mouth and his hand on my cunt. It got me so excited that I actually had an orgasm."
"Really??"
"Really," she nodded. "I climaxed right then and there. The delivery boy, Jamie, was quite pleased with himself. Pretty soon he had me lying down flat on the couch and he turned over and went down on me with his face. He ate my pussy like a real expert, getting me ready for a second round of orgasms."
"He made you come with his mouth?"
"He sure did. Man, it was really terrific when he took my clitty into his mouth and started sucking and biting down on it. It didn't take me very long to come again. Like a damn tornado. That's how it felt Like an explosion was ripping through my body."
"What about him?" I asked. "Did he get to shoot any spunk off yet? Did he ejaculate?"
"No, not yet He was saving it all for my pussy. He picked up my legs, after the second climax had passed and he shoved that big hunk of meat right into my cunt and he really started to drill. It was unbelievably delightful to feel it inside of me. It was almost as though it belonged there, almost as though he was filling a void. He kept pumping me with it till I was back up in seventh heaven. Just as I was about to climax, he ejaculated, filling me with gobs and gobs of that sweet, sweet cream."
"Sounds exciting," I whispered.
"Man, just thinking about it gets me all hot and bothered," Elizabeth confessed. She was still rubbing her crotch and she had one hand underneath her halter, fondling her breasts.
"Oh god, Simon," she begged. "Why don't you stop this damn car and do it to me? Please, Simon, I can't wait any longer. I tell you, I'll scream in a second if you don't do it to me."
And I could see that she wasn't kidding either. For a second I felt a slight pang of guilt. After all Elizabeth was my niece. She had been entrusted to me to take care of. Wouldn't it be wrong of me to take advantage of that trust? Wouldn't I be the worst cad in the world if I let my passions get the better of me?
And then, of course, there was the question of my wife Catherine. Did I dare risk my marriage, which was a very happy one as far as I was concerned, for a moment of simple pleasure? After all, Elizabeth was a child, albeit a rather amply built one. Could I trust her to keep the secret from my wife? What would happen if she ever became angry with me? Might she not try to get back at me by telling my wife that I had seduced her?
So, I experienced many doubts as that moment of truth came closer. But they all vanished when I looked into Elizabeth's beautiful green eyes, when I saw once again the fullness of her young, succulent body. What was there to worry about? I asked myself. Wasn't this what I had dreamed about since her arrival more than a month ago? I would be a fool if I didn't take advantage of the situation.
So, throwing all caution to the wind, I searched for a clearing in the surrounding woods where I could park the car. Needless to say, my entire body was trembling with the thrill of anticipation.