Chapter 5
It was three o'clock and already Mike St. John needed a drink. After pouring a straight Scotch from the bottle he kept in his office desk, he went to the window that overlooked the downtown shopping district.
Outside, the mid-afternoon traffic was thick ... He recognized the Stafford brothers driving their potato truck into the Dolan Garage ... and down the street he saw Andre Labarge's Capri parked in front of the Down East Inn...
Though Mike was seriously considering running for State Senate, he hadn't had too many clients calling on him lately. He'd been devoting most of his time to getting ready for the possible campaign, visiting important businessmen and politicians in other parts of the state where he was less well-known. As a result, people in Dolan assumed he was busy with politics and didn't go to him for legal help, the way they'd done in the past ...
That business with Jackie hadn't helped things any, but now there wasn't much he could do about that, except wait for things to cool down. The night before last, after his encounter with the sixteen-year-old, he'd started boozing and he'd gotten in a row with Helen. He was sick of making small talk with the contractor when he knew Andre'd been giving it to his wife after the lawyer left the house at night for the office.
"I just don't see it-if we're going to live with this 'arrangement', you'll have to consider my needs," Mike had said.
"You blew you're chance three years ago," Helen said, not looking up from the Dolan Daily News.
"You don't forgive anything," he said.
"Well, I'd always said that if I caught you messing around, you'd-"
"Don't you think you've kind of overdone it?" Mike said.
"Not when I imagine what you might've done that I didn't know about!"
"That wasn't anything. Maria was just a tramp. It wasn't serious!"
"My God, you make what you did seem so damn inconsequential, Mike. But for me it isn't a question of revenge anymore," the well-built redhead lit a cigarette. "Andre and I've become too involved to stop seeing each other."
"How about becoming less obvious about it! Tell him I don't want him around ... I don't want to see the guy!"
"You tell him," Helen said. "Walk up and order Andre out of your own house."
" ... well, this is crazy ... I'm going downtown," he'd said and had gone into his study to get his hat and coat. Just then, he'd seen Jackie walking into the kitchen; he'd felt caught in a vise between two females-his revenge-seeking wife who'd be forever searching for a way to finish him off, and his niece, whom he was incestuously drawn toward.
Now today his isolation seemed complete. He sat in his office, staring at an ashtray brimful of cigarettes and his Scotch glass on the desk before him; a diploma from the University of Maine hung on the wall across from him by the window.
The drink he'd had seemed to do nothing. He had an appointment with a client at five, but in his moment of personal crisis, he called the client, postponing the meeting-then phoned the house and asked to have Jackie bring his tranquilizer pills to the office.
Hearing her voice on the phone relaxed him immediately. She said she'd be over right away with the prescription bottle-She'd just returned from school, and was about to change her clothes...
When Jackie arrived, he'd just poured his third drink; he'd seen her coming up the sidewalk, her bright yellow hair catching the sunlight.
"Put my pills down there, by the window," Uncle Mike said, pointing to a mahogany table with a bowl of yellow flowers on it.
She walked across the carpeted floor to the long window giving out onto the street, conscious of his eyes watching her girlish buttocks rotate in their sexy ball-bearing motion. When she turned back, she noticed the huge erection thrusting lewdly through his slacks. He sat on the edge of his desk, papers stacked neatly behind him. '
"Jackie, I ought to take one of those pills. Would you mind pouring me a glass of water from the cooler?"
"Course not," the blonde said, and went into the darkened entryway outside his office. When she returned with a paper cup full of water, Mike's eyes had a faraway look.
"I'll put some whisky in it. Not supposed to, but makes me relax, feel better."
"I didn't know you were sick, Uncle Mike," she said, sitting down comfortably on the edge of an arm chair in the corner of the room. The leathery scent of his furniture and books mingled with the smell of his pipe. She could also smell the strong or-dor of the grass and flowers just outside the long windows, filling the elegant room.
"Nothing really. I'm just overworked. I handle more cases than I ought to. Lawsuits, an armful of court cases "
He smiled as he brought out the bottle of Scotch from his desk.
"My daddy used to drink," she began.
"We're all glad he stopped. Might've ruined himself if he hadn't," he said, pouring some Scotch into the paper cup. "I guess you think what I did the day before yesterday had something to do with booze. No sane man acts that way without being under the influence of something!"
Jackie shrugged and rocked her pert little buttocks back and forth on the leather material of the chair. "I hadn't thought about it. I guess you were drunk."
"I hadn't had more than a few drops, Jackie. But what we did was wrong. I hadn't really drunk anything. I was dead sober," he said, gazing thoughtfully at his drink. "I'm a responsible member of the Dolan community. That sort of thing is incest," he said.
"Uncle Mike, don't say anything about it. I know what we did is called."
"But it still felt good, didn't it? You enjoyed it, I thought," he said, getting a little carried away, Jackie noticed.
He downed his drink and quickly poured himself another. Then she saw there was nothing in the paper cup but straight Scotch Whisky. And she knew from watching her daddy what two or three Scotches did to a man.
She glanced out the window. From the look of the traffic on Main Street, she figured it must have been at least five o'clock.
"You don't have to answer that question, Jackie. Though wrong, it was unavoidable."
"It's getting late and Helen wanted me home at six to help make dinner," she began to get up.
"Helen's another big reason I've not been right in my head recently," he went on. "I know about her and Andre, like everybody does. I mean, I'm no fool."
"I guess not," Jackie said, recalling seeing Helen and Andre linked in that lewd embrace her first night in Dolan. But, in spite of herself, she loved seeing her handsome uncle excited as he was now, and getting his kicks watching her sitting sexily in her shorts and halter on the arm of the chair in front of him.
"These pressures, they play hell with a man ... Helen and I don't sleep together, and I've got to have an outlet. But that's no excuse for what I did. I've got to test myself. And you've got to make sure you're not prone to have any obscene thoughts about me."
She leaned back and parted her legs almost casually, aware that her white panties showed through at the leg bands of her shorts. At that moment, Mike's face turned red. Man, she really had him going, the teen-aged blonde thought!
"But I'm afraid our passions get the better of us all," her uncle said.
She'd never felt like this before, but since the incident with him yesterday, she decided she had an excuse to do anything she liked. She smiled. She loved the way her uncle was practically panting at how she perched on the arm of the chair, like a silky cat!
Mike poured another drink and after a moment of sipping, he stood up, emboldened by booze and still visibly aroused.
"I'm afraid the same thing as yesterday's getting the better of me," he said. "This could lead to real trouble!"
"Yes, it really could!" she said, finding herself getting involuntarily aroused, too.
Despite the air-conditioning, beads of moisture formed on Mike's high forehead, and his hand trembled as he set down his drink on the table beside the chair where Jackie sat.
"I'd-hh-like to-, " his voice seemed to fade out in mid-sentence.
"What's that?" she said.
"If we did it again-wouldn't hurt," he said, and before she had time to respond, he was jerking down the zipper to his fly, permitting his long hard cock to pole obscenely out from beneath his jockey shorts. Without being told to, Jackie swerved around and released the Venetian blinds on the window beside her which faced the street, plunging them both into half-darkness. It took her a moment to adjust her eyes to the dim light, coming through the thin slats, but it looked like Uncle Mike had managed to pull his thickly pulsating penis from beneath his shorts and was jerking it back and forth in his hand as he stood beside her. Now he approached the chair, and hovered just feet away from her, his rising male hardness jutting out like a flagpole in his hand.
"Hey, Mike, maybe we really shouldn't" she said, painfully aware she'd driven him too far already.
"Please take off your top so I can see your breasts," he said.
Jackie fumbled with the tie to her halter, not turning around from him. Then, looking Mike in the eye, she pulled off the halter, exposing her lush twin mounds encased in her strapless lace brassiere. The halter slipped awkwardly from her hands, but she didn't bend down to pick it up. Her uncle's eyes glowed with excitement as Jackie demurely put her hands up to hide the cream-like whiteness of her half-naked breasts.
"Now your shorts, honey, so I can see your blonde little pussy," he breathed softly.
"Err, look, Uncle Mike, don't you think this's going a little too far?"
Reluctantly, she stood up and unsnapped her shorts, quickly tugging them down her gently curving hips, and then set them on the table. Finally, she turned and moved timidly back to the armchair by the window, her shaped young body clothed only in the brassiere and panties.
As she neared him again, Mike couldn't help gulping in spite of himself. Her body was slender and curvy at the same time. Damn, wasn't she something! His cock felt like it would rip through his hand as his eyes fell on the soft-looking "vee" of her pubic mound, snugly encased in her white bikini panties.
Suddenly, he felt her eyes fall on his rearing cock-shaft.
"I can't get over how really big you are," the niece said, surprising herself with her bluntness. Unlike yesterday, she was unsure which one of them had done most of the seducing, but she had a feeling she had a lot to do with it!
"I guess I do have a big cock," he said.
Jackie sat back down on the edge of the chair, and it was all her uncle could do to keep from throwing his hotly churning body on her tempting lushness. She sighed and tilted her head, her long blonde hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He moved closer and faced her so that he was nudging his compact body between her widely splayed legs placed on the edge of the chair.
"I guess you'd like to see my breasts," she said.
Then he was forcing her to her knees, until she hovered nakedly above him on all fours.
"Suck me," he said, pulling her head down until her face was directly over his massively throbbing penis.
"I can't. I mean it's something I've never done!" In spite of herself, Jackie looked at his lust-swollen cock with brazen interest. It was thick and blue veined, the head swaying over his hair-thatched pelvis. She lowered her face more, then felt her uncle shudder as her tongue flicked out instinctively to swipe up the pearl-like lubricant. Everything she was doing was magically new, but it all seemed to come to her quite naturally.
"Aaaaaaa," Mike sucked in his breath when her lips parted obediently, embracing his entire heated cock's-head. A hot tingling chill raced down his spine and he groaned, thrusting his hips eagerly upward.
Mike's niece moved her open lips farther down, tightening them like a warmly clasping elastic band just below the blood-filled head.
"God, Jackie, you really suck good for just a kid," he said as she gurgled around his cock embedded up inside her mouth.
"Just move your head up and down so you can get a grip on it," he moaned, raising his neck so that he could see the blonde's pretty face working over his saliva-coated thickness. He peered lasciviously down at her, straining his head to take in her kneeling body in all its inviting lewdness. The sight of her cheeks obscenely puffed out over his cock-head doubled the excitement for her uncle. He couldn't believe what she was doing-a young girl of sixteen sucking his cock! As she moved, her breasts tickled lewdly against his legs sending a light-fingered warmth through his thighs.
"Ugggggh," he coughed as she drew her lips tighter around his throbbing penis, fluttering her tongue butterfly-like.
"Now ... hold my balls," he said. And she immediately ran her fingertips over his sensitive testicles. Mike shivered as Jackie's tongue slid lovingly over the underside of his penis; closing her lips, she drew up on his thickening cock as though she were devouring a strawberry ice cream cone.
"Damn!" Uncle Mike was going out of his mind! Jackie sucked eagerly at him, sending wild obscene shudders shooting up through his loins. He breathed excitedly, watching her tongue flickering over his painfully throbbing penis, her lips circling moistly over the sides of the swollen tip-end.
"Damn, you suck good!"
"I do?" she released her lips from his male organ.
"Uhhh, but don't stop!" he said.
"All right, I won't!" As though she'd done it before, Jackie gently massaged his testicles, as he'd told her to do, with one hand, and stroked his thick cock-base between her thumb and forefinger with the other.
The niece felt Mike shudder when her tongue began to twirl maddeningly at the apex of withdrawal. She couldn't believe how good cock-sucking was! Never in her life had she imagined a man's penis could feel so good in her mouth!
She shifted her weight slightly, then she fluttered and swirled her tongue beneath his cock's-head while she sucked his rigidly throbbing penis back in. Mike tightened his ass-cheeks, his head still raised, watching her silky blonde hair rise and fall softly over his abdomen with the up and down bobbing of her head. The girl didn't know how far to go and how much it would take to get him to the brink of orgasm. For all she knew he might come right there, and she didn't know if she should swallow it or not!
Experimentally, she trilled her tongue along the drum-tight underside of his cock, then stopped and waited to see what would happen.
""How was that? You like it?" she parted her lips around his hardness.
"Suck it deeper," he said.
"But I might choke!"
"That never happens."
"But I'm afraid."
"Suck it!"
She fondled his sperm-filled testicles, playing her fingers over the fleshy folds with soft, intuitive strokes. She felt his throbbing reaction. "Mmmmm-mmm," Jackie mewled, her lips slick with saliva and Mike's pre-cum. "Yessssss!"
The little blonde began to suck a little harder, her teeth scraping gently into his turgidly hard cock-flesh. Then she kneeled up farther between his muscular thighs, exploratively tickling her fingers beneath the sac of his obscenely inflated balls.
"Damn, suck my cock, you little cunt," her uncle grunted as he watched Jackie continue her debased sucking. He could see her eagerly swaying body move rhythmically in time to her lewd oral ministrations. Her erotically jouncing breasts bobbed just above his thighs, their nipples tickling against the sensitive skin. She began to suck on him a little harder. He felt his upstanding penis ready to explode and dropped his head to the rug. "Christ, suck it harder, Jackie!
He could feel his cock swell her cheeks almost to bursting, the tip-end ramming his niece's throat as he strained toward..."Good Lord!" he groaned.
The uncle's ramrod penis stiffened with each successive stroke of Jackie's lushly sucking lips. His loins suddenly constricted and he slammed his pelvis hard up against her face. The girl drew her lips in prurient delight around his mouth-filling hardness, hooking her hands beneath his feverishly clenched buttocks. "Oh, Jackie, honey!"
His trunk-like cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed the hot jets of fiery male cum deep into her throat. At first, she didn't know what was happening. Then Jackie's mouth dilated around his semen-spewing penis; groaning, she squeezed his clenched buttocks with one hand, while she caressed his contracting testicles with the other.
"Hey, suck meeeee! Mike almost screamed at the lewd teen-ager crouched up between his thighs.
The girl's Adam's apple bobbed in rapid motion, voraciously swallowing his hot gushing semen flooding into her mouth. Her lips ovaled elastically over his ejaculating cock; her erotically licking tongue swirled around his exploding penile head as her uncle moaned in violent orgasm.
"UUUUUUUUUGH!" the girl's voice choked with emotion. She couldn't believe it, but he was cumming like crazy in her mouth and she was sucking on him.
"Keep it up, honey, ohhhhhhh ... keep blowing meee!" he spat out as he clamped his hands hard against the girl's cock-swollen cheeks. He rammed his penis farther and deeper till his jetting cock's-head touched deep up against her avidly swallowing throat so that she thought she'd choke.
Gradually, his deflating rod of male flesh slipped from the girl's mouth, but she continued her instinctive nibbling at it, even in its softening state. Those last hungry little tugs of his deflating penis were almost as good as when he'd cum, the niece thought, as she looked up from his loins to his face and coursed her fingers gently through the thick hair on his legs.
"God, I didn't know anything could taste so good," the girl gasped and lay her head on his stomach, still running her hand gently back and forth across his open thighs.
"Get dressed," he said hoarsely, turning his head.
"What?"
"You heard me-put your clothes on!"
She looked up at him ... his tone of voice was really distant.
"You cock-teased me into this ... with those sexy short shorts of yours and the way you sat in that chair."
"You're got to be crazy! I mean, this whole thing was your idea, Uncle Mike!"
He drew away from her, still not hitching up his slacks. "I guess we both have an interpretation of what's happened. I've been deluded to think I could . test myself-obviously I couldn't!"
"-well, that's a lot of crap!" Jackie said, getting up from the floor and walking over to where she'd left her clothes.
"Don't talk to me like that, young lady! I've had it!"
She stopped short and turned to him. "What's that supposed to mean, Uncle Mike?"
"Ive decided you're a threat to the stability of our household ... I'll give you one more chance ... If you can't behave yourself, if you blow it ... then back to White Feather!"
"This is really insane ... Me a threat! ... What about Aunt Helen or that rape artist of a son you have?"
"Get out," he said sharply.
"I'll do what you want," she said reluctantly. "Anything's better than having to pack up and fly back home."
"It's for your own good," Uncle Mike said, as she modestly tugged on her panties, and turned away from him in disgust.