Chapter 1
When she was sixteen, blonde-haired Jackie St. John was invited by her aunt and uncle to stay with them in Dolan, Maine. Compared to White Feather, the Northern Maine logging camp where she lived with her father, Dolan was a bustling metropolis.
Her dad had been persuaded by his younger brother, Mike, to let the girl live with him and his wife Helen till she finished high school-which was just as well, since, he'd been drinking heavily since Jackie's mother had died, and their life together wasn't working out at all.
A March night, six months before, her father had come home late from work, and had fallen in bed beside Jackie. At first, she'd thought he was so drunk he'd climbed into the wrong bunk, but when he'd suddenly thrown his arms around her and had cruelly pinched her young breasts, she knew something was terribly wrong.
He'd jerked down his pants and shorts, and kicked them to the floor; then he'd inserted himself between her unwillingly parted legs, thrusting his lust-inflated cock-head up into her virginal pussy till she couldn't help but get excited. But when the sensual pleasure for both of them was gone, all that remained between them was shame.
Despite her one degrading experience with sex, the pretty sixteen year old knew next to nothing about the subject. She had no idea why she'd enjoyed her father plunging his stiffly throbbing penis up into her vagina and-if anybody had asked-she probably couldn't have given an accurate anatomical description of what had gone on.
Now she was in Dolan but, having escaped the relationship with her father, she discovered the Dolan branch of the St. Johns had problems of their own. It was easy to see that her beautiful Aunt Helen drank a lot and their son, Billy, didn't get along with his father.
He and Aunt Helen and their son lived on a quiet street a few moments from the center of town. Though still in his late thirties, Uncle Mike was a prominent lawyer and the neighborhood he lived in was a prosperous one. Restored salt-box houses and a few older mansion-sized homes peered over low hedges and long well-trimmed lawns to an elm-lined street.
That September evening-the second day Jackie'd been in Dolan-she wandered down onto the sun porch of the St. Johns' lavish home. The maid was serving dinner to Aunt Helen and her guest, a rich contractor of Canadian extraction named Andre Labarge.
Already Jackie and her cousin, Billy, and his girl friend, Sylvia, had had dinner in the kitchen, but now that the teenaged couple had disappeared tc his quarters there wasn't much to do. After leafing once through Aunt Helen's stack of Glamour magazines on the end table, she felt anxious to return to her room and study. But that required walking past the dining room and, just as she'd feared, Aunt Helen made her stop to be introduced to the handsome dark-haired man.
"Ma cherie, how you like Dolan?" he grinned at her, holding an empty wine glass in his hand.
"I guess it's pretty good," she said. "White Feather doesn't have more than a hundred and fifty people in it."
Aunt Helen, a curvaceous red-head with a husky voice, laughed, "Isn't she a little doll?"
Jackie gave a gracious nod and felt very awkward; the pair was looking at her as though there were something outstanding about her, sort of the way everyone had stared at her yesterday when the social studies teacher had introduced her to the class as a girl whose experiences in the north woods they could all learn from.
"Well, I'm sure I'll like it here. I mean I do already!" she said.
"A pretty girl like you will be liked everywhere," Andre said as Aunt Helen filled his wine glass again.
"Where's Uncle Mike?" Jackie asked. "He's gone to another committee meeting," Helen answered after a brief pause. "How was your day in school?"
"Oh, pretty good. I mean, I was kind of bored, but it was okay."
"You mean you didn't meet any nice kids?" Helen said.
"Oh yeah, I did," Jackie said. "It's just that a lot of that stuff in my classes I've read already."
Helen smiled at Andre, then turned back to the young blonde. "How's that?" she said.
"At home I didn't have much else to do but read," Jackie said.
"Well, you'll learn things in Dolan outside of class that'll be just as important as what you'd normally get in school," Helen gave a knowing smile.
Something about her aunt made Jackie nervous. She dressed provocatively, wearing a pair of stretch slacks and a tight halter top that revealed all the ripe curves of her well-developed body. Andre, the Canadian, seemed to be appreciating the view he got sitting across from her, too.
"Scuse me ... I've got a math assignment to do," Jackie said and finally turned up the stairs to the second floor.
She went up to her room to study, but somehow she couldn't concentrate. She wondered where Uncle Mike had gone, and whether he spent most of his time away from home in the evenings. It seemed strange for Aunt Helen to be entertaining another man while her husband was out for the night, but then everything about Dolan seemed odd to Jackie.
The noise from downstairs distracted her from the math problems she was trying to solve. Someone-probably Andre-was playing the television far too loud, and the kids in their hot rods were zooming up and down the block.
Finally, she returned back down the stairs to the sun porch where Cousin Billy and his girl friend Sylvia were just leaving. They'd parked their new Hondas on the walk and she accompanied them outside to admire their bikes. Looking back toward the house in the fading light, Jackie saw Aunt Helen and Andre standing in the lighted hallway, they embraced for a second, then the light went out.
"You c'mon down to the high-school bee-hive Saturday night? I'll introduce you to some of our friends," Sylvia said.
"That'd be nice," Jackie answered, confused at having seen Helen and Andre's embrace in the hall.
"Hell, this isn't any big city, but at least we got a drive-in. Things get pretty heavy out there weekends, don't they, Sylvie?"
"You oughta know," Sylvia replied, laughing.
Billy tucked one arm around the brunette's slender waist, drawing her to him, and he gave her a long soul-kiss while Jackie watched. She felt uneasy standing on the lawn while they necked, and she waved and turned to the back of the house...
Back upstairs, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, studying the gentle curves of her ripe young body. She was a little taller than average, but her mane of blonde hair cascading across her shoulders and down her back, exaggerated her height. Her cream-like skin was white, soft and blushing into a faint pink on the undersides of her high cheekbones. Her breasts, jutting like twin full hillocks against her sweater, were closely spaced, and when she moved they jounced sexily against each other.
She knew she was good-looking, though she'd never really had a chance to lingeringly examine her feminine assets. Back in White Feather the small bathroom-nothing more than a stall created by three pieces of plywood her father had nailed up in the back of the trailer-had only a shaving mirror in which she could admire herself. Now things were different, of course, and the new world she'd stepped into was tremendously exciting.
Finally, she turned away from the mirror and turned off the light, pausing by the bathroom window when she heard a noise coming from the lawn below. A metallic squeaking sound caught her attention. Billy had driven off with Sylvia so it couldn't be anyone but Aunt Helen.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuh," an unmistakable groan came from the darkened backyard.
Jackie wondered what she should do. Maybe Aunt Helen had drunk too much or something.
"Oh, oh, oh!" the woman's voice was louder, and out of curiosity Jackie stepped closer to the screened window, her eyes racing over the grass. Gradually, as her eyes became accustomed to the dark, she made out Aunt Helen and Andre, their two naked bodies locked in a lewd sexual embrace that caused her to freeze in shock.
Her young curvaceous aunt was sitting on the chaise loiigue, her uplifted knees splayed obscenely apart, while Andre was positioned between her whitely gleaming thighs, his head bent and circling over her exposed vagina.
Jackie was too astounded to even think about turning away!
"Ooooooo!" the twisting woman murmured. "Yesssss, honey. Do it nice! Suck my pussy! It's so good!" It was incredible! She could hardly believe what she was hearing.
From where Jackie was looking she viewed them from the side, and she could see her aunt lifting her vaginal mound ever higher against Andre's working mouth.
A tightening sensation caught in the pit of Jackie's stomach; she blinked her eyes that began to blur from staring, trying to bring them back into focus. With both hands, the redhead had grabbed at Mr. Labarge's dark hair and was desperately rotating her hair-lined vagina up against his bobbing face.
Jackie'd vaguely heard about the lewd things men and women did to each other-things that were alluded to by her friends-but she'd never imagined this was what they meant.
Momentarily, she thought she saw his tongue dart out snake-like and dip into Aunt Helen's widely parted cuntal slit. Then passionate moans came from her aunt's lust-contorted mouth.
Jackie's mind spun from the impact of the wild sex act being played out before her. So this was oral sex. Her first reaction had been confused, but now she clearly felt anger at what Aunt Helen was doing, and she wondered what Uncle Mike would say if he knew.
Gradually, her irritation flowed into a low key sensual arousal and Jackie felt a warm sensation race up between her quivering thighs. She wondered what it'd be like to have someone incitingly licking her as Andre was doing to Helen. He was wagging and bobbing his head furiously, making wet sucking sounds as he tongue-fucked her crazily weaving cunt. . .
"Yesssssss!" She moaned, causing a sympathetic reaction in Jackie. She felt her pert little nipples stab against the tight cloth of her brassiere, as her breath came fast and hard.
Now Andre was brazenly drawing his hand down into the shadowy furrow separating Aunt Helen's rotating ass-cheeks, and she jerked her knees higher, till they were touching her quivering breasts. Jackie saw the man's tongue flick out, passionately tracing down her aunt's lust-swollen vaginal flesh and on to her puckering little anal hole beneath...
"Oh! Christ!" Helen's deep groan broke a momentary silence.
Jackie watched as her aunt squirmed her hips up to the searching tongue flicking teasingly at her sensitive rectal opening.
"Oooooooh, now put your finger up my ass, darling, like it was your beautiful prick!" the woman said.
Jackie almost fell back at the impassioned sound of Helen's voice. The idea of someone even mentioning such a thing was unbelievable. She'd felt sexual excitement before and she recognized the danger signs: the throbbing sensation up between her thighs, the heated moisture seeping from her aroused vagina, but she couldn't stop it.
Suddenly, a sigh from Helen brought her partially back to her senses.
"Oh, Licccccck itttttt, Andre! Tongue-kiss me down therrrrrre! I'm cummmmmmmmminnnng!"
Jackie moved quickly down the hall to her room, went in, closed the door, and sat down on the bed. The world beyond her home-town was much weirder than she'd suspected. God, she'd been in Aunt Helen and Uncle Mike's house for two days, and already she was learning some new things about life ... and sex!
Even after she'd settled down in bed, clothed in a blue shortie nightgown, she couldn't stop thinking about it and wondering what would happen if Uncle Mike found out. It seemed like she lay for hours, unable to sleep, waiting for her Uncle Mike to come in and raise hell with Aunt Helen and her lover, then finally she heard Andre leave and later on Uncle Mike's station wagon pulled in the driveway and he was lumbering upstairs. And the young blonde teenager finally dropped off to sleep.