Chapter 1
"Your Uncle Frank wants to talk to you," Susan's mother smiled.
Susan picked up the phone, "Uncle Frank," she began, "you want me to come there for a vacation?"
"I would love to have you at our summer place," Frank Larson told her.
A moment later she had finished talking to her Uncle Frank about her summer vacation and spoke to her mother.
"Oh, mom," she explained, "it's wonderful. I'm so delighted that there is no more work and I can just have a ball this summer."
"Well," her mother said, "it will probably be a relief for you to be away from all this attention you're getting. Just because you won a couple of beauty contests at school, the boys have been giving you much too much attention."
"Oh, that's not so," she said, "and anyway when I go to college it will be different."
"That's what you think, baby," she said, "I've got news for you. From all I hear those places aren't the institutions of learning they used to be."
"What do you mean?" Susan asked curiously.
"Well, dear," she said, "they are carrying on in those dorms. I mean this coed education bit is awful."
"Now, now, mom," Susan reprimanded her mother, "there is not a thing wrong in the world with a girl and a boy getting together in a dormitory."
"Well," her mother said, "I'm from the old fashioned school."
"Now look, mom," Susan said, "years ago when the boys were in the dorms alone they used to give each other hand jobs or ask us to do it with them in the car. Now, we don't have to worry about that. It was a strain in the back seat, wasn't it," she winked.
"Susan," her mother said angrily, "I'm going to tell you something. When I was a young girl we wouldn't think of doing what you girls are doing right now."
"That's not the way I heard it from dad," she laughed.
"Your father is a dirty old man," she said, "and it is true he had a few experiences before he was married to me, but I can guarantee you one thing, he hasn't had any since."
"At least not that you are aware of."
"Well, of course," she said, "that goes without saying."
Then she looked at her sternly and said, "I wish you wouldn't say anything about it."
Susan looked at her mother and laughed.
"Mom," she said, "aren't you ever going to grow up?"
"Grow up?" she said, "I think I'm pretty mature, dear. After all you're my daughter and I think I've done a pretty good job of raising you."
"Have you, mom?" Susan smiled.
"Susan," she told her frankly, "I don't want you talking to me like that. I've got a strange impression that you've done an awfully lot more than I know about."
Susan nodded.
"Well, I should hope so, mom. I wouldn't know how to pick a husband."
"Well, what is your idea of picking a husband?" her mother asked her, eager to know how she reasoned.
"Well, a person has to find out if they are well mated," Susan said softly.
"Well mated ? " Susan's mother said arching an eyebrow.
"Why, of course," she said, "how is one to know whether or not one is meant for another?"
"Knock it off," she said, "have you been shacking up with somebody?"
"I would never tell you if I had been," Susan said, "you'd make me out as a whore."
"I would not," she said abruptly, "I would simply disown you."'
"Well, that's about what I figured," Susan said.
"You bug me baby," her mother replied.
"Alright," Susan said, "I'm sorry, but, mom, I don't care for the way you think about it either."
"No," she said, "of course you don't. You want your own way. You are a very willful spoiled girl and somebody has got to tell you."
"Oh, yes," she said, "and you're just the one. Look mom, I'm really getting burned up thinking of your attitude."
"Well, don't worry about my attitude, baby," she said, "worry about your own. I make your father happy and don't think I don't."
"Well, as long as you do, mom," Susan excused herself.
That was all she had to say and her mother was up in arms. Later that night, her father spoke with her.
"Well, daddy, mother is so narrow minded."
"Well, dear, she is from the old school," her father explained.
"Old school, my ass, she's a puritan."
"Well, she is uptight sometimes," her father admitted.
"I'm looking forward to going to Uncle Frank's this summer," she said, "I know we'll have fun. He is rich and has that beautiful lake cottage."
"Susan," he said, "I'm worried about you."
"You are?" she asked, "I hope not for the same reasons mom is."
"No," he said, "for some completely different reasons. It's your sense of values."
"And what the hell is wrong with my sense of values?"
"You seem to want things more than you should."
"Well, what fun is life if you can't have a few things?"
"Yes," he nodded, "it is important to have things. But it is far more important to have a little character."
"Character?" Susan told him, "how do you define it?" .
"Oh, I know what you're going to do now," he said, "you're going to play ring around the semantics."
"Yes," Susan laughed, "and you can go around in circles, can't you?"
"Playing word games," he said, "you can. But, baby, a woman who goes out after men for what she can get out of them is a gold digger. And gold diggers aren't happy."
"But they are rich, aren't they?" she grinned.
"We don't have an awful lot of money, honey," her father said, "and I haven't lived that way. I've tried to make you happy. Happiness has always come first with me."
"You're right, daddy," she said, "sometimes I get carried away with the big dudes and their big cars."
"And you know why they have those shiny new cars don't you, dear?" he smiled.
"Well, because they like them."
"Because they like what goes with them, baby," he explained.
"You mean sex?" she said.
"Right on," he smiled, "because girls like you who value material things so much are ready to put out"
"Why daddy," she laughed, "you really are too much."
"I hit the nail on the head, didn't I, honey?" he smiled.
"Well, yes," she said, "I guess you did, daddy."
"Sure, I did, honey, and you can't blame me for wanting to protect what is mine. You mean everything to me doll. I've loved you ever since I saw you the first time."
"Was I a good baby?" she smiled at her father.
"Well, you were good but we spoiled you."
"Why did you do that?" she asked seriously.
"Because you were such a beautiful baby," he explained, "and it was hard not to spoil you. You had those big blue eyes and that lovely silk blonde hair. You really turned men on."
"As a little girl?" she giggled.
"I don't mean that way," he said, "I mean you turned them on with your personality and charm. You were a knockout."
"Daddy," she smiled, "I want to ask you something."
"Yes, love," he told her, "what."
"Do you ever get turned on with my body."
"That's a silly question," he said, "a father doesn't turn on with a daughter."
"You'd be surprised," she said, "my girl friend, Mary Lou, told me that her father went wild about her one night when his-well, let's not discuss it."
"I forbid you to see that girl again," he said grimly. "That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."
"She had sex with him," she giggled.
"Yeah," he said, "apparently she did, but it didn't do her any good and it doesn't do you any good to talk about it."
"I can see the humor in it," she said.
He looked sternly at her and announced, "You have a perverted sense of humor."
She didn't pay any more attention to him for her mind was on the trip she was going to make soon to Valley Lake.
She could never forget the moment she stepped off the plane at the Valley Lake airport. It was a beautiful setting of a crystal clear lake nestled among towering mountains. Then she saw her Uncle Frank waiting for her. She rushed over to him and hugged him.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she smiled, "it's so beautiful here."
"You like it, dear?" he said, noticing that she had grown up considerably. "Oh, I do, I do," she smiled. "It's gorgeous."
"Just like you, baby doll," he said. "Uncle
Frank has often thought of you."
"Well, all those nice gifts you've given me, I guess you have given me a little thought."
"Well, I was always so proud of you, dear," he said, "and all the things you've achieved."
She looked at him and laughed.
"Well, I guess the most I've really achieved," she said, "is winning all those beauty pageants at school. I should pay more attention to school work."
"Don't you worry about school work," he told her, "beauty will get you places. It will get you the richest boyfriend."
"You talk my language, Uncle Frank," she said. "I can hardly wait to see your beautiful cottage."
Susan didn't have long to wait for they drove quickly to the beautiful lake cottage. As she saw the white pillars fronting the porch, she exclaimed, "What a gorgeous place. It's like something out of another age."
"It's over a hundred years old," he said, "it's from when Valley Lake was just beginning."
"Oh, it's wonderful and you are so fortunate to have it."
"Well, I earned it, baby," he said. "It only goes to show what hard work can do."
"I'm going to work real hard too," she said, "so I can have things."
"The best way for you to have things, honey," he said, "is this, Keep the body beautiful and find a good young man who will make a lot of money."
"Well," she looked at him and smiled, "Uncle Frank, darling, what is really good to keep the body in trim is a swim."
"That rhymes, honey," he said, "go ahead and take a dip."
She went up to her room and slipped into one of her many swimsuits. This one was a red number that really went with her. It was form-fitting and left nothing to the imagination. Being a two-piece bikini, he could have a good look at her. Then he could assess whether or not she would make the grade.
Coming down the stairs, she smiled at her Uncle Frank.
"Uncle Frank, honey," she smiled, "do you think I'll make it?"
"Baby," he told her, "if you don't make it, nobody can."
She laughed now as she thought about it. Then, he said, "Let's go swimming together."
She glanced down at his bulging swimsuit and she thought to herself that either her Uncle Frank had a very hard cock all the time or he was turning on with her. In either event his penis puzzled her.
"Let's go, baby," he said, "it's a wonderful day to go swimming."
They hurried out to the dock and she jumped off and went into the water. As she plunged into the water its coolness refreshed her. She swam out a little ways and turned back. Uncle Frank was following.
"Come on out here," she called to her Uncle Frank.
He went out to her and soon they were swimming neck and neck. He glanced at her and smiled.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
"Why, Uncle Frank," she said, "you're making it sound almost indecent."
"Honey," he smiled, "what's nice about my spot over here on the lake is that we are completely private. We could go here in the buff if we wanted to."
"Oh, you're tempting me," she said, "but that wouldn't be right." He laughed.
"Why wouldn't it be right?" he asked her. "It just wouldn't."
"You mean it would be wrong for me to look at you and you to look at me?" he grinned.
"Why you dirty old man," she said, "I know what you want. You want to take a peek at me."
"I sure do, baby," he smiled, "you look so gorgeous in that red bikini that I could just imagine what you look like all over."
"Oh, I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything," she said, "but you must never tell dad or mom. They would have a fit."
"You don't have to worry about me, honey," he said, "I'm not about to tell them. I know how narrow-minded they are."
"Isn't that the truth," she said, "it really gets disgusting at times."
She was learning that her Uncle Frank was indeed a different man."
"Let's go into shore," he said, "and take our suits off."
Together they swam for shore. Then she began slipping out of her bikini. She was surprised at herself but not too much. She always loved to parade around in the nude. Her mother had a fit and said she shouldn't do that in front of her father. But he never seemed to notice.
She was sliding out of the bottom of the bikini and pulling off the top. When Uncle Frank got a look at her breasts he really was shocked.
"You're about the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," he said.
"Is that right?" she said, "tell me."
"It is the truth," he said sliding out of his shorts.
As she looked at him she marveled. He was very well hung. She had seen a couple of men before but at a distance. Now she had a chance to look at him closely.
"Baby," she said, "what a body you've got. And you are well hung."
"Well, where did you learn a bad word like that?" he smiled.
"Oh, one of my girlfriends," she said. "They are always talking about getting guys who are well hung. Isn't that silly?"
"Not as silly as you might think, dear," he said, "being well hung can make a lot of difference."
There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that they would do well.
"You know," he smiled, "I would just like to touch you."
"Oh, mustn't touch," she said, "I might bruise."
"Baby," he said, "I wouldn't bruise a thing with my tongue."
"Uncle Frank," she said, "you're suggesting something."
"I really am, baby," he said, "I want to suggest something real bad."
It was obvious to her how turned on he was and she couldn't turn him off very easily.
"Well," she said, "I suppose that if we got in the water and you wanted to feel me in the water it wouldn't be so bad. No one could see us."
"No one could see us here in this secluded cove," he assured her.
"I prefer the water," she said nervously now.
It bothered Susan a lot because she had no idea what her Uncle Frank expected of her. Then once they were in the water and he began massaging her breasts playfully, she got a pretty good idea of what he expected.
"Oh, what are you doing down there," she stammered. She felt his giant-sized penis jamming into her. It made strange sounds in the water, as the suction of his cock sliding in her vagina continued.
"Oh, give it to me, baby," he told her. "Oh, yes that's what I want."
The passion that was building in her now was incredible. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes, Uncle Frank," she panted, "I want it. I want it bad."
Now the pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way!"
She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, do me," she begged, "do me!"
The pleasure was building every minute and she was going out of her mind with happiness.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's wonderful."
The super feelings that surfaced now were bringing them together in the water. Her slippery breasts pressed against his chest. He loved it. He wrapped his arms around her, reaching down to grip her ass-cheeks. She loved the feel of his hands on her in the water.
"This is what they call 'water fucking', " Uncle Frank said.
"It feels good," she said.
Then as some red surfaced in the water, he was aware that he was fucking a virgin.
"I broke it baby," he said, "I thought it was awfully tight."
"Well, you've got such a tremendous hard-on," she said, "you could break anything open."
"Oh, thank you, honey," he said, "now grab my ass and I'll grab yours. Let's go to town."
Uncle Frank was giving her a fucking that she never thought she would get in her life time. Wild, hard cock stabs.
"Oh, it feels so good," she panted, "I like it."
She did like it. She could hardly get enough of it.
"Faster, faster," he panted, "grab it faster in your ptissy. That's it."
She grabbed it tighter in her pussy. Massaging it she became all the more excited.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she gasped, "you don't know what you're doing to me!"
"I have a pretty good idea," he said, "they call it fucking!"
"Oh, fuck me," she panted, "fuck me. Fuck me!"
She was going out of her mind with pleasure and delight at this point.
"Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me," she gasped.
"That is too much, baby."
Now she was ready to come and so was he.
"I'm cuming, baby," he gasped excitedly, "I'm cuming."
As the hot cum gushed into her, she twisted her tail around.
"Oh, yes-, " he panted, "that's the way your daddy-likes it. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. Keep doing it!"
He came off and as she felt the hot steady stream of cum pouring into her she panted, "Oh, Uncle Frank, I love you!"
That's what he wanted to hear. It was a beautiful sound.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful!"
He didn't finish panting until he quit pushing his penis into her. Slowly he withdrew.
She smiled at him.
"Uncle Frank, you were the first"
"Let's keep that Uncle Frank's secret," he smiled at her.
"Forever," she smiled, "no one will ever know."
"You're too much," he told her, "you really are."
As she looked at him and saw a little, of the cum surface on the water, she smiled.
"You've got a pretty powerful penis, haven't you?" she smiled.
"I guess I have," he nodded.
He looked at her and laughed.
"Could you tell me why you turn me on so much?" he chuckled.
"No, I can't," she said, "but could you tell me why you turn me on?"
As they walked across the beach in the buff, she tried to explain to him how much she cared.
"I've always cared about you since I was a little girl."
"But you're not a little girl now," he smiled, "you're 18 and with a body development like you've got, you could write your own ticket."
"I don't want to write my own ticket," she said, "I just want one thing. I want love."
"Do I give you any?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said, "you've given me more love than I've ever gotten from anybody."
"I'm glad," he said.
Yet there was a sadness in his voice as he talked to her.
"Why are you so sad, if you're so happy?" she asked not understanding his change of mood.
"Well, I'm sad, baby, because someday you won't feel this way."
"I'll always feel this way," she insisted.
"Oh, no you won't," he assured her, "someday you are going to say I took advantage of you."
"You didn't take advantage of me," she insisted.
"I don't think I did either," he admitted, "but it's the way people look at things. You see, for one thing we are related. I'm your uncle." .
"I don't think it makes any difference if we are related," she insisted.
"I wish other people felt that way," he said, "but it isn't easy to get people to feel like that. They have their own ideas of right and wrong." . "Well, I do too," she said, "I think if s wrong for anyone to object to someone as wonderful as you making love to me."
Now they had an eyeball to eyeball confrontation. As he looked at her eyes, he realized how sincere she was.
"You know I mean it, don't you?" she said.
"Of course I do," he said, "you're a very honest, sweet girl."
It was becoming clearer to him by the minute that she loved him as much as he loved her.
"I'm awfully lucky," he said, "to have someone like you."
"I feel the same way," she assured him.
There was no doubt about it they cared much for each other.
"I can show you some wonderful things about sex," he, said, "some things that could make your husband a very happy man."
"I'll bet you'd be a good teacher," she said.
"I know I would be," he assured her.
At this point, she glanced down at his rigid penis. She saw how hard it was. She stammered as she searched for words to express how much she wanted to reach out and touch him.
"If you want to play with me, go ahead, honey," he smiled. "Let's lie down here in the sand. I like to do everything out in the open."
"I can tell you dig that," she smiled.
Lying there naked on the beach, they got to talking.
"Why is it that I dig you so much?" he asked frankly.
"I have no idea," she said, "I never thought I was that attractive."
"You would be surprised at how attractive you are to me," he assured her.
Moment by moment he was falling for her more and more. He was delighted and excited that he could be with her and she was delighted that he found her this appealing.
As she stroked on his penis, he suggested something.
"Why don't we just lie here, baby," he said, "and let the water wet our toes. Then I can teach you how to go down on me."
As she crouched at his crotch, she asked him what he meant by that.
"Well, it's very simple," he said, "the trick is to bend over and slip your mouth over the head of the shaft. Then you use your tongue to whip around the head."
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "I could never put my mouth on such a thing."
"Well, why not, baby?" he said, "the lake water cleaned it bff."
"Well, that's true," she agreed. Then she got bold and got down there. She gripped his tool tightly in her hand and slowly, bending over, let her tongue sweep over the velvety crown of it. Suddenly, she pulled back.
"What's wrong, honey?" he said quietly.
"Oh, I don't know," she said, "I don't know. It's just that I'm not used to it."
"Don't worry," he said, "every woman has to be trained. Now you just relax and I'll guide you."
She looked up into his eyes and with utter sincerity exclaimed, "You don't know how grateful to you I am. Maybe, if I didn't have you to teach me, I would never learn some of the important things about love."
"True," he told her, "so true."
"How can I ever thank you?"
"Very simply," he said, "just slip your mouth down over that dick and lick."
She bent over farther now and quickly began licking. He loved the darting movements of her tongue.
"Oh, keep that up, darling. You're learning fast."
She was too, because she was trying. "Oh, ah, yes, yes."
He was panting now. Her blonde head bobbing up and down got to him. He reached out and gripped her.
"Oh, honey," he said, "Let me guide you over it."
He guided her over it alright and she loved it. Then he rammed her farther down and she felt the head of his shaft touch the back of her throat. To her surprise, she loved the feeling of it massaging the back of her throat.
"Oh, honey," he panted, "now we're doing it!"
Opening her eyes, she looked at his curly pubic hair. He was a handsome man. Then she bit lightly around the head.
"That feels great," he said, "you've got a natural lovemaking."
She was proud of that too.
"Oh, honey," he said, "that's what I love. Do it!"
The passion that was surging through her now was getting her so excited that she was shaking.
"Oh, eat it," he panted, "eat it!"
When Uncle Frank said that, Susan slid her mouth off it. She looked up in amazement.
"You expect me to eat that stuff?" she demanded.
"Of course, I do," he said, "why do you think my cock is on fire?"
"Because," she said, "because you expect me to eat that!"
He nodded and smiled.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she said, "I don't know if I want it or not."
He was getting more excited every minute thinking of doing it to her.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "do it baby, do it!"
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The hot tool was thrusting away.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's beautiful."
Then the explosion forced her to wonder how she would ever keep her mouth over it at that moment. But she really didn't have to worry very much for he was prepared to take care of all that.
"Baby doll, I'll take care of you."
She was sure that he would and now as he juiced his hot hands held her in place.
"That's it, honey," he panted, "you're going to get it in your face!"
The hot sperm spasmed in her face. She gulped.
"Oh, that's beautiful, honey. Just the way Uncle Frank-likes it. Oh, honey!"
She was doing him now just as he liked it. At first she couldn't do it then she realized how good it tasted, she found she liked it.
"Keep gulping, baby," he panted, "swallow my sperm."
It was a certain feeling of domination and joy that invaded him now as he let go with the love juices. He was glad that she enjoyed him so much. As she slid her mouth off his penis, he smiled and congratulated her.
"Susan," he told her, "do you realize how good you were at it?"
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she exclaimed, "was I that good?"
"You really were, baby doll," he said. "Uncle Frank can't remember a better time he got it."
"That's a great compliment coming from you," she told him.
"Sure it is, baby doll," he said, "I would never tell you if it wasn't the truth."
She lay there looking up at him. He gazed at her naked body, hot with desire and burning with lust.
"Why do you look at me like that?" she said nervously.
"Because I can't help myself," he explained. "When I look at a gorgeous girl like you baby, I have only one thing in mind. And you know what that is!"
"I have a pretty good idea," she giggled.
"Well, you're right and baby, let me do you!"
She didn't understand what he was talking about. However, he didn't let her remain in the dark for long.
"What are you talking about," she asked him.
"Just this," he said as he bent over, "I like to lick."
"Are you a good licker?" she asked.
"You'd be surprised how good," he grinned.
He was going to give her just what she wanted. He began lashing away at her breasts with his tongue. At the same time his hand massaged her mound. As he looked at it he could see she was on fire to be fucked.
"I'm not even going to use my penis on you this time," he explained, "I'm going to use my tongue instead."
"You're going to eat my pussy?" she grinned.
"Yes baby," he said, "how much do you know about pussy eating?"
"I just hear them talk a lot about it," she said, "but nobody ate my pussy, not yet!"
The way in which she said it told him she wanted it: She wanted it bad.
"Well, I'm going to remedy that right away," he told her, "and you're going to love it, too."
She was becoming excited at the prospect of it. Now, he went and licked away.
"Oh, yes, baby," he gasped, "that's what I like. Oh, baby, do it."
She was getting more and more excited as she thought about it and so was he.
"Baby," he told her, "we are going to have a helluva good time."
"You bet we are, honey," she assured him.
Suddenly she felt it. His hot tongue licking at each breast. He would lick one breast and massage the other. He kept everything moving.
"Oh, beautiful," she panted, "and don't neglect the pussy."
"Don't you worry," he said, looking up from licking one breast.
Then his hot tongue made a trail down there. When he got to her vagina, she was interested in how he approached it.
"I want to see it in its most intimate detail," he said. "I want to look at it and love it."
She saw the passion surging in his eyes as he gently pried apart the pussy lips letting his hot tongue sweep out, he flicked it across the clitoris. That did it.
"Oh, right on the love button," she panted, "that's great."
"Sure you like that, I knew you would," he said.
Now he was getting more stimulated every second.
"Keep it up, darling," she begged, "that's what I love."
It wasn't going to take much longer now. The hot tongue was stabbing inside there.
"Faster, faster," she begged.
She was pushing up to him in quick movements as his tongue lashed away. The combination of her pushing and his tongue licking was producing erotic waves of sensual delight in him.
"Oh, Uncle Frank!" she panted, "you're too much."
Uncle Frank put his hands on her buttocks. He gripped her and held on tight and went to town with a lapping tongue.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "more, more!"
The super sensations that were flooding her body at this point were really getting to her.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby," she panted.
With his hand he reached up and gripped her breast. Cleverly he manipulated her nipples with his fingertips. They became erect. She marveled at how much he could do at one time. He had very good coordination. He coordinated his tongue movements with his finger pressing movements and her breasts became more excited as he did it.
"Oh, eat me," she panted out of breath, "eat me!"
Her heart was pounding rapidly as the super sensational excitement in her body had her rocking.
"Oh, love it," she panted, "Love it."
Susan wrapped her legs around his head and watched him going up and down. It gave her a proud feeling of domination. She was delighted and excited.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's it."
He bit down lightly on the clitoris and she juiced. His tongue began lapping up the juice swiftly. He knew he was there. She held on to him and let him do his thing.
"Eat it," she said, "eat it baby, eat it!"
She didn't have to worry about telling him to eat it because that is what he had pushed his tongue in for. Lapping up her juices, he told her how good she was.
"You're delicious, baby," he said, "just delicious. Good enough to eat."
She laughed as he said this but she loved it.
"Oh, darling," she said, "you don't know how good this is for me."
The super sensations that flooded her being at this time had really gotten to her.
"Oh, I love it," she said, "I love it!"
There was no doubt about it, their pleasurable activity was something else.
He withdrew his tongue and she smiled at him.
"I must thank you, Uncle Frank," she said, "you've been marvelous to me."
"I'm glad you liked it, darling," he said, "now you know why I wanted you here."
"I had a pretty good idea," she said, "you always seemed like you were horny for me. I guess you were."
"Ever since you were a little girl," he said, "I could tell you had a lot on the ball."
"It's a shame that we are related," she sighed.
"Well, why?" he asked.
"Oh, we could get married then," she explained.
"Oh, you little darling," he said, "how nice of you to think of that."
"Didn't it ever cross your mind?" she asked him.
"Well, yes," he said, "but I didn't dare think of it too far."
"Why not?" she asked him.
"Because," he said, "I've been a loner all my life. I guess that is the way I was born to be."
"There is nothing wrong with being a loner, Uncle Frank, as a matter-of-fact I am sort of a loner myself."
"Really?" he said and she nodded.
"A lot of times people bore me. A lot of times I get disgusted with people and want to be by myself."
The two of them threw their arms around each other and kissed passionately. Then she pulled away from him.
"Uncle Frank, honey," she sighed, "remember I love you."
"Honey," he said, "remember your Uncle Frank loves you too."
Then in the distance she saw some young swimmers. Strangely she thought they might be in the nude. When they pulled out of the water and got a close look at them, she realized they were in the nude.
"Why Uncle Frank," she said, "we're not the only ones at Valley Lake that goes swimming in the buff."
"Oh, yes," he smiled, "the boys over there."
"Yes," she said, "they sure look nice."
"That's Wally and Tommy."
"You know I might enjoy having them," she said.
He gave her a mean scowl.
"Now that's a nice thing to say after I give you a good screwing."
"Oh, no offense intended," she said, "it's just that I like to have a little adventure."
"Obviously," he said, "or you wouldn't have mentioned them. They are the most immoral young chaps in the place."
"Well, what about you? Fucking me?"
"That is different," he said.
"Because it's your cock?" she said.
"Of course not, although I'm sure I have a better one."
"Well, what is your reason for saying it is different?" she insisted on knowing.
"Well, I'll tell you why," he said, "those boys would ball you and not give a damn. I could never do that. I adore you. And you can believe me that when I ball you it's with love in every thrust."
"Well," she smiled, "you're beautiful."
He gripped her again and she reached down and seized his penis. She massaged some life back into it and he congratulated himself on being able to get it hard again.
"That's pretty good for an older man," he said, "you see a little hand work and what happens."
"Why you get instant hard-on," she said, working rather feverishly to get some life back in it.
"One has to consider the morals," he said, "and that is why I don't want you to do anything with Wally or Tommy. They are very immoral."
"I read you Uncle," she said. "I understand you perfectly. But do you understand yourself?"
That was a rather startling abrupt question she had asked, and he had to give it a little thought.
"Do I understand myself?" he said, "well, of course, I do, baby doll."