Chapter 7
May was startled when Charlie entered the kitchen. She had only her mini-pajamas on. The bottoms were bikini and the top was full and blousy, easy for a hand to reach up. Her little tits showed through.
Charlie could hardly resist. He controlled himself.
"Hello, May," he greeted her.
She whipped around from the icebox, where she had selected two thick slices of juicy roast beef left from supper. Her little tits bobbed. "Charlie, are you still here?" she gasped.
She tried to compose herself and went to the table. She spread out the bread, butter, mustard and lettuce so they were all within easy grasp. Then she sat down.
"Join me?" she asked politely, hoping he wouldn't. She wanted it all for herself. She was famished.
"Don't mind if I do," he said, settling his body in a chair.
May got up and fetched the whole platter of roast beef. And Charlie dug in.
"You look lovely tonight," he said, between mouthfuls. It was more public relations than anything else.
"Thank you, Uncle Charlie," May answered. She liked to flirt with her uncle, but now she was physically and emotionally exhausted, coming from her father's arms. Fucked out, she wanted to tell him. The sight of another male just then only made her cringe. She wanted to eat in peace and go back upstairs and sleep. She didn't want to make any phony conversation, after coming from such an intimate world.
For a few minutes, the only sounds in the kitchen were those of chewing and swallowing and smacking and gulping.
"Mmmmmm," said May, shoving her chair back. "I feel better."
"Good," said Charlie, eyeing her. "I'm glad to hear that."
"Guess I'll go back upstairs now, Uncle Charlie. You can just put the stuff back in the frig and let yourself out. Okay? Good night."
May turned on her heel and had nearly escaped when her uncle swallowed the mouthful that had prevented him from speaking quickly. "Hey, wait a minute."
May turned, her eyes blazing. "What?" she said impatiently. "Charlie, I have to get up and go to school tomorrow."
"You can stay and talk to me a minute," he said. "Sit down. Come on." He patted the table in front of him.
"Sorry, gotta go." May exited, and Charlie glimpsed her long, slim, bare leg and her tiny, tight and tempting ass disappearing around the corner.
After his sister welcomed him to her bed so willingly, Charlie couldn't bare the humiliation of a rejection that evening. The warm glow of his sister's love still hung on him. May's abrupt dismissal made him furious.
He got up and marched out after her.
She turned, seeing her uncle coming toward her. "Uncle-whatever are you-what's the matter?" His manner suddenly alarmed her.
"Come here," he commanded, as if he were talking to his secretary. He took her by the elbow and guided her into the living room, before she could protest.
She looked up at him quizzically. He sat her down on the soft sofa, near the tireless fireplace, and in front of the long windows with their closed curtains that faced out on the front lawn. One window was open slightly and let in a cool breeze. Charlie turned one dim light on in the corner.
There, he thought. The mood is perfect.
May just sat there and shook her head. "Is this a heart-to-heart talk?" she asked him. They hadn't had one of those for years, not since she'd hidden chocolate cookies in the clothes hamper. They'd gone all the way through the wash cycle, baking the clothes chocolate in the hot steamy water. Her mother and father had had it with her. They sent Charlie to bawl her out. They were afraid they'd kill her.
Now, before she could resist him, he knelt before her, placed one hand on either thigh and pulled them apart. Then his head dove to her pussy, arid before she could pull away, he started sucking through the fabric of her bikini pajamas.
"Ohhhhh, Uncle Charlie," she half shrieked, half moaned, "Whatever are you doing?" It was more than she could take for one evening.
The pressure of her uncle's expert mouth on her crotch was warm and moist, like hot steam. It felt good, and she stopped protesting a minute, holding his head and scrunching further down. She thought a little wouldn't hurt. A little would go a long ways.
"Ohhhhhh, Uncle," wassail she could moan. The pleasure was hurting her. It was intense. She couldn't deny she liked it. She didn't want him to stop.
That was all right with him, because he didn't want to either. When he heard no more protests, he knew he'd been given the green light. That was when he put his finger under the elastic leg and inched his way into her sweet, soft pussy. Oh, the flesh felt so tender there. So new. So unexplored (except for members of her family).
Uncle Charlie was bent on getting his share.
He pulled down the waistband of her bikinis and exposed the few new pubic hairs to his view. He stared at it in the dim light. "Oh, May, honey, my dear sweet little niece, how lovely you are there. You'll let your uncle rub and suck on it some more, won't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued his probing and exploring of this new, potential conquest.
May had started to say no, but she couldn't resist her uncle's finger and mouth on her. Her body said yes.
Well, she thought, somewhere in the dim light of a part of her mind not given over to sexual enjoyment, I'll let him suck and whack me off. Then I'll go back upstairs to Daddy.
She leaned back and enjoyed it then. Her uncle's tongue was first-rate. He probed her cunt like an expert.
His expertise astonished May. He really knew how to get his hot, wet tongue in there and work it over. She felt her cunt hole expand readily under his tongue-touch.
His tongue muscle whipped her little clit around. Then he sucked hard on it, never failing to flip her clit back and forth, back and forth, until she was dizzy with passion.
"Here, let's get these off," said her Uncle Charlie when he knew he had her. He pulled and tugged at her bikini panties until he got them off her slim legs. The sight of her naked torso was almost too much for him. His dick hurt. His balls ached. He tried to control himself. He wanted to give her much pleasure first. Then she might let him take his own.
A door opened suddenly from upstairs.
May froze.
"Who's down there?" called her mother.
"Just me, Ma. I couldn't sleep." May rolled her eyes. Dorothy would never have understood. May had no idea where Uncle Charlie had just been.
"Hurry to bed, dear, it's late."
"Yes, Mother."
They heard her open another door and close it. May knew it was her brother's room. That was the master plan for the evening. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. She was very fond of Ralphie.
May tried to forget it. And concentrate only on what was happening between her legs at this moment. Thank God she had Uncle Charlie to distract her.
Her uncle was holding her tight by her fleshy thighs and asscheeks, roving his tongue all over the place.
He implanted it in her fair pussy, sent it in and out of her moist, tight hole till her little cunt fairly throbbed with rising sexual pleasure.
She held tightly to his strong arms. "Oh, Uncle Charlie," she moaned plaintively. "Oh, it feels so good, oh, you make me feel so good. Oh, I'm getting so high. Oh, bring me, Uncle Charlie, honey, baby, please bring me!"
Her little blond head was tossed back and her mouth was open. Her lips were parted sensuously, and when Charlie rolled his eyes up once to look at her, he thought there was no better place to implant his prick than in that sweet hole.
He continued to suck on her juicy cunt. It was such a delectable treat, this young pussy, that he wanted to go slowly, he wanted to savor it to the fullest.
It was a wonderful dessert after his roast beef sandwich. He sucked her till he heard her breath come in longer and longer inhalations.
She began grabbing his hair and pulling it in her growing frenzy. "Oh, go, Uncle, go, go, ooooh, more, oh, suck me more, oh, ain't it wonderful?"
May felt so out of it. All she could feel, all she was conscious of, was her dear uncle doing some terrific salesmanship on her needy little pussy.
"Oh, be good to my little pussy, Uncle, oh, pet it, lick it, oh, it feels so good, OH, OH, OHHHH, oh, Uncle Charlie, oh, OHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHH, EEE, AIGGHHHGHGH, ohohoh-ohohoh!" And May came down from her extraordinary high, her cunt ravaged with swollen juices, her body trembling all over in the aftermath of orgasm.
"Oh, honey, May, you feel so wonderful when you come. I felt your juices spurt. I did, I tell you." He sucked on her a little longer, not wanting to part from the sweet-salty musty and musky flavor of her pussy.
"Hold me, Uncle Charlie, don't let me go." She held tight to his shoulders and felt his arms enclose her thighs. In a minute she would be ready to go upstairs.
"I can't wait to put my prick up you, sweetheart," said her uncle, hardly able to contain his lust for her any longer.
"What?" said May, uncertain she had heard right. She wanted to just be given head and run. She didn't want to go through with things.
"Oh, wait till you've rested, dear. It's okay." His breath was already coming short and sharp.
She could feel it on her legs. She tried to move. "I want to stretch, Uncle Charlie."
"Okay, dear, I can allow you that, I guess." He loosened his hold on her. She got up and stretched. "I can't wait to put my hot cock up that steamy little cunt of yours, child." He reached up to finger her hole again and she moved an inch away.
"Let me rest a little, Uncle," she said. She had no intention of letting him fuck her that night.
"Don't rest too much, heh, heh," said Charlie, "time's awasting." His cock was smoldering in his shorts. To give himself some relief, he unzipped his fly and put his hand down his shorts. He took hold of his tool.
That gave it some comfort.
"Want to see my cock now?" asked Charlie.
"Uh, well, maybe just one look, Uncle Charlie." And then I have to go to bed! she thought. I've had enough hanky-panky for one night. Besides, Daddy's waiting for me.
This bouncing from bed to bed was confusing her. She would awake nights and hardly remember whom she'd gone to bed with. One male body was fast becoming much like another.
Charlie took his cock out. Or let it spring out! It was large and hard.
"Ohhhh," said May thoughtfully. She put her hand down and fingered it. "It's a nice cock, Uncle Charlie. You should be proud of that cock. Now, I've got to go to bed."
With one step, she eluded his grasp and walked rapidly to the stairs.
"Now, wait a minute," said Charlie, calling after her. His cock, too, leapt in her direction. "Aren't you going to do anymore?" He looked like a small child whose friend just threw his sucker in the dirt.
He sat on the floor. "Come back here!" he commanded sharply. "Or I'll tell your mother where you've been."
"Oh, she won't care," said May saucily, tossing her head. "She's been whoring around herself. It's nothing to her." Like hell, her mother wouldn't care that Uncle Charlie had just given her head! she thought.
Just then, Uncle Charlie sprang to his feet and ran after her. His cock scouted the way in front of him.
He cornered May by the staircase.
"No, Uncle Charlie," she said in a stage whisper. "Don't. I can't. I've really gotta go to bed. Really."
"It's not nice to do that to your Uncle Charlie," said Uncle Charlie with a petulant look on his face.
"Well," said May sardonically, "go home to your wife. She'll take care of you."
"Watch your language, child. My wife doesn't have to pick up another woman's pieces. I do not expect my wife to service me. Now, you get over there on that sofa, young lady, and spread those legs."
"What nerve you have, Charlie. I didn't get you into this. You did. I don't have to do a fucking thing." May was getting angrier. She was angry enough now to take on anyone, even her uncle.
"Yes, you DO have to do a FUCKING thing. You have to do precisely a FUCKING thing. Now, get over there and plant your sexy little bod down there, and let's let your dear uncle have a go at you."
"Oh, Uncle Charlie. You're so crude. So crass." May stamped her foot and tossed her head.
"You look cute when you get angry," said Uncle Charlie. That line was from his storehouse of bullshit. He had a line for all occasions. He'd been in very nearly every occasion possible with a woman.
And it served to defuse her anger. She liked it when a man told her she was sexy. It quelled her doubts about herself.
Uncle Charlie took that moment to seize her hand and lead her back to the sofa.
But she pulled away again and ran past the fireplace and around in back of the sofa.
"Get back here and lie down this instant!" said her uncle.
"No! I will not! Are you crazy? You're a man, Uncle Charlie, and I'm just a little girl. A kid! Your niece!"
May stood behind the sofa, not knowing which way to turn. She was frightened. She felt like she was between the devil and the deep blue sea. She looked one way and then the other. She didn't know which way her uncle was going to come around the sofa.
At the same time, she was giggling. She was nervous and excited. It was like a childhood game. And there was another wolf at the top of the stairs, in the form of her mother, who wouldn't want her messing around with Uncle Charlie.
Suddenly her uncle came one way and May sped the other way. Now they were at opposite ends. Charlie was panting, bent on catching his niece, and May was giggling uncontrollably. The giggles were nearly making her lose the energy that she could have escaped with.
"May, what's happening down there?" Her mother's voice rang loud and clear through the hallway from upstairs. "Is Charlie still here? Is he down there?"
May didn't answer at first.
"May?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Should I come down?"
"No, Mom. It's okay."
"Get to bed."
"Yes, Mom."
Charlie was breathing heavily. May was rather enjoying the game. But she still wanted to race for the stairway and get up before her uncle could head her off.
She wanted no more sex that night. Or did she? Her uncle stood across the room with his cock hanging out. It looked like a lovely cock, one that could satisfy her.
Her little wet cunt, having been brought to climax once by her uncle, could use a deep probing with his cock as well. May began thinking about how that would feel. She spread her legs slightly, enough to allow his phantom prick to enter her.
She did that only for a moment, but it was two seconds too long. Uncle Charlie had made it halfway around the sofa again, so that they were now only separated by a quarter of the distance around the sofa.
And in her panic, May started running the wrong way! She ran right into her uncle's arms.
"Oh, no, no, let me go, let me go this instant, you stupid-" till he'd kissed her.
He thrust his hot cocklike tongue into her mouth and held it there, stuffing her cavity full of his hot, writhing muscle until she would be so hypnotized by it, she wouldn't want to pull away.
"No, Uncle Charlie, glub-blub." She was drowning in tongue. "Lemme-uh, oh, mmmm ... " She couldn't help herself, but automatically began sucking on it.
Charlie took that opportunity to seize her sensitive little tit and rub and rub it with his large, hot hand. He deftly and expertly fingered the nipple. He pinched and pulled it till it was quite erect. He mauled her tit until May was swooning. Her body was pressed next to his. It was enfolded in his. Every square inch of her, in front, was rubbing Uncle Charlie. And her own body was betraying her.
Then Charlie had another bright idea. His hand descended to her twat, and scooped up her pussy. He cupped it and rubbed it and massaged it and by that time, May was a dead duck. She was a sucker for every assault made by her seducer.
She made a slight movement to spread her thighs more, and Charlie sensed it. He thought he had her.
His hand traveled around her buttock and cupped her pussy from the rear. He thrust his hand between her lower cheeks and then forced her upper thighs further open. His finger thrust up her cunt hole.
"Ow," moaned May.
"Relax," said Charlie.
"Mmmmmm," said May. Her cunt muscles accepted the foreign object almost immediately.
She groaned, and unconsciously began riding up and down on Uncle Charlie's finger. Stark naked, she raised herself up on tiptoes and rammed down on his finger.
"Ohhhhhhh, Uncle Charlie, oh, that feels so good." She stretched and stooped, stretched and stooped. She was a blur. A human piston.
"Honey, you just go right ahead and enjoy yourself." Charlie was cagey. Charlie knew what he was doing. He began edging her toward the center of the sofa.
When he nearly had her there, just about the same time she was reaching her peak, he laid her down and stripped his pants and shorts quickly off.
By now, of course, May was begging for his hot cock up her cunt. "Oh, please, Uncle Charlie, hurry, oh, do it, oh, please hurry and do it!"
She spread her legs and thighs far apart, bending the knees and raising them far up. She couldn't wait for him, so she began rubbing her pussy herself. ,
"Naughty, naughty. Can't you wait for your dear uncle, May? Can't you wait for your uncle's sweet, sweet cock up you? I know what I'm doing. I'll get there. Just be patient."
By now, his clothes were in a heap at the foot of the sofa, and he was mounting her. He was dizzy with passion. There was nothing he wanted to do more in that moment than to plunge his hot dick, dripping with pre-come fluid, right up his niece's twat.
And he did just that. And he had her begging for it. She was so wet, he slid right in. Her cunt was greased with her own natural lubricant.
"Oh, more, Uncle, oh, do it more! Please fuck me! Oh, please!" May liked his cock. It was nice and thick. Maybe not quite as long as Daddy's, but almost, and Uncle Charlie really knew how to use what he had between his legs.
He pushed in and pulled out slowly, very, very slowly, at first. Then his thrusting motion became more rapid. He plowed in and out of her, leaving her gasping for breath and begging for more.
May couldn't believe what was happening to her. She spread her thighs as far as she could and closed her eyes. She just let him do it. She just let him fuck her. She let him take his pleasure between her legs. She let him have his way, because his way was her way too.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me!" said the thirteen-year-old girl, so new to sex and yet so experienced. She was loving sex more and more each day.
She trust her hips up each time to meet Uncle Charlie's downward plunge. He really let his cock rip into her. With each of his thrusts she gasped. The pleasure was all-consuming. Her cunt muscles rippled as the cock muscle charged in. They clasped and held it tight as it pulled out, giving the hard cock muscle a good massage. Charlie groaned and prayed he could last.
May was one of the best lays he had ever had. She was certainly the youngest. And there was something about her sweet naivete, her youthful passion, that simply bowled him over. When she was aroused, there was no stopping her. She became passion itself. She gave into it completely.
She wasn't a child, she was past the age and stage of being a child, but she looked so young, since her little tiny tits had barely raised their sweet nipples and her pussy had hardly showed its pubic hair, that when Uncle Charlie fucked her, it was almost like fucking a child.
And that turned him on.
Of course, the fact that it was his niece, his own sister's youngest child, was an added turn-on.
Only a few years ago, it seemed, he had tugged on her piggy tails and was chagrined when she had had them cut. It was the first outward sign that she was leaving her girlhood behind.
Then came the sudden spurt of growth. She grew four inches in a year, and she began curving outward as well. Only slightly, but discernably.
He had begun flirting with her, as he flirted with all young women. But he'd kept his distance from May, because she was his niece, and because she was so damn young. It was just a game with him.
And every time he flirted even slightly, he would get a dirty look from his sister Dorothy, that said: "Hands off, you dirty old man."
So he grumblingly had kept his hands off, until he'd heard of the recent hands-on policy in the Thompson family. Thereafter he hung around, and his hanging around paid off.
Just now, his fucking thrusts were frozen in limbo. He was holding on with all his might. Suddenly May squeezed hard with her cunt muscles.
"Oh, don't do that, don't do that, little May," said her uncle, startled. "It's killing me. I can hardly hang on. Wait!"
And little May tried not to make a movement or a sound, which was difficult since she wanted him to fuck her so hard.
He waited nearly a minute before thrusting into her again. The he stopped once more. She was such a hot little number that he found it difficult to maintain his cool.
"Please, Uncle Charlie, please, don't stop! I want you! I need you!" May was pleading. Her eyes were closed, but her cunt was open, wide open.
It was gaping and wet. It needed her uncle's cock very much. It needed it to plunge right up her, way up her. She was in such need, she was practically crying.
She began whimpering. There were no tears. Just a dripping and needy cunt.
"Okay, okay," said Charlie, giving in to her. "Here goes." And he began thrusting, very slowly, so as not to arouse his nuts too much.
But they stirred anyway. "Ohhhhh," moaned Charlie, feeling his dick get rock hard, the blood throb in his veins, and the surge of jism pour out of him as his spine stiffened and his body spasmed.
May felt him shake and thrust. At the same time, she thrust her pelvis forward. She banged her groin against his. She humped herself against his cock, bringing herself off with him.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out. "Ahhhhhhhhh!! Aighghghg!! MMMMM! OHHHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Her temperature rose. Her cunt was hot and tingly and itchy. Then her passion burst forth, releasing her fully. The nerve endings in her cunt exploded. She reached her peak, trembled and gasped and shuddered with the pleasure, then slid down again.
She giggled and laughed and opened her eyes. Uncle Charlie tried to plow into her several more times. But after pumping his jism into her, he was sagging, depleted.
She held tight onto her Uncle Charlie's shoulders, not wanting him ever to leave her. Her thighs gripped his like scissors.
But in a moment, he was sitting up, saying he had to leave. "I'm sorry, but your mother might come down. I don't want her to find me here." He pulled himself off of her.
"Well, you weren't worried about that before." May frowned.
"Well, you had me pretty hot before, May," said her uncle, starting to dress.
"Don't leave yet, Uncle Charlie. Fuck me again." May tried to hold on to him.
"No, child." Charlie was pulling his pants on now.
"Oh, why do you do this to me? Make me all hot and then leave!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
It was pretty dark, but he saw her. Her slight, naked body was outlined against the sofa. Her lovely face was screwed up in anger.
"May, you can go right into the arms of your father."
"Thanks a lot. What do you think I am, a whore?" May sat up, stubborn and petulant. "I don't expect him to finish what you started!"
"Don't bother your pretty little face about his," he pleaded. "I've a wife to go home to, don't forget."
"But you shouldn't love and leave a girl like that." May sat cross-legged, with her elbow on her knee and her chin propped in her hand.
Charlie chucked her under her chin and pinched her cheek. "You've seen too many movies," he said.
She attempted to smile, but the result was a near sneer.
"I'll be back," he promised, and finished buttoning his shirt and donning his jacket.
"Don't bother," she said, getting up and walking to the stairs. Then, remembering she'd worn pajamas down, she returned to the living room to look for them. She ignored her uncle. She wouldn't so much as look at him.
"Come on, May. It's not that bad. Look, I'll bring you something next time. Anything. What would you like?" He patted his rear pocket to make sure his wallet was there. He was searching his mind to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
May didn't say anything at first. She found her bikini bottoms behind the sofa, and the top on the floor by the fireplace.
She pulled them on. Then she looked at her uncle. Just below his eyes. "Anything?"
"Anything," he answered, pleased that he had gotten a response from her. "You know I'm a salesman. What I don't sell, I can get for you wholesale."
May snickered. What she wanted she didn't think he could get wholesale. "I want a dildo," she said directly, then wheeled around and marched toward the stairs. "It's better than yours!"
She did not look back.
"That little snippet," she heard him say before he slammed the front door behind him.
She stormed up the stairway. She didn't give a damn about her Uncle Charlie. She wanted a man who was going to be by her side all night.
She wanted a man to wake up beside and who plugged her while she was still drowsy.
She liked that warm, musty sweaty smell of a lover in the morning, whether it was her father or her brother.
When her Uncle Charlie left, she felt cheated and empty. Then and there, she vowed never to have a man again who left her before the night really began.
She wondered if that was the way with some men. She secretly thanked Uncle Charlie for teaching her a lesson.
When she entered the master bedroom, a shaft of light from the hallway fell across the big bed.
Daddy lay there, a sheet tucked around his groin. May smiled.
How she loved sleeping next to her daddy.
She removed her shortie pajamas and closed the door. She slipped in beside the older man. He stirred in his sleep only long enough to take the little arms thrust around his middle and to hold them tight, till he and May were fast asleep.