Chapter 1
Beth lay on her belly on the floor of the attic. Gazing through a grate, eyes glittering, the teenager watched her Uncle Charlie push her aunt Nina down on the bed in the room below.
The horny little blonde felt no guilt about spying on her relatives while they fucked. They were kind to her and her recently divorced mother, but she didn't see anything wrong with spying on people if she had the chance.
She smiled to herself as she watched her uncle thrust Nina's legs apart. He certainly didn't bother with preliminaries.
Beth knew all about preliminaries. Her mother was known to be a prude, but Beth took after her father and was a very horny chick.
Sometimes she thought her mother needed a shrink. Imagine, divorcing a man just because he cheated. Beth thought the whole thing was silly. But she appreciated that her aunt and uncle had given them a home after the divorce, and she was quite fond of their two teenaged sons.
Now she stared through the grate at her aunt's gaping pussy. Even in the dim light she could see the crimson lips and folds of her cunt. It looked wet, but it was hard to see with all the pussy hair.
"Spread 'em," Charlie said.
"I'm not ready yet," Nina said.
Beth watched him paw Nina's dark thatched cunt. She stifled a giggle when he frowned.
"It's late," he said. "Let's get with it."
"I'm not a machine," Nina said. "I need more time."
"You women are all alike. Time. Shit, why can't you be more like men?"
Nina wasn't a woman to be intimidated by her husband of almost twenty years. She also had no illusions about life. It wasn't possible to sustain sexual excitement in marriage, but she wasn't a woman who went without cock. Even if Charlie was a hit-and-run fucker, she usually managed to get her rocks off somehow.
She ignored his question. She'd heard it all before. "Your sister has been here six months now," Nina said as Charlie squeezed her tits and rubbed her cunt slit.
"I don't mind having her and Beth here, but I'd like to know if it's a permanent arrangement or what."
"Can't we talk about this some other time?" Charlie was frustrated and horny. He hated foreplay.
"What's wrong with now? I'm starting to feel real good."
"Diane's my sister and she can't afford a place of her own with what that bum she was married to gives her. She and Beth are staying as long as they need a home. Got that?"
"Fine. As long as we understand each other," Nina said, wriggling her ass.
Upstairs in the attic, Beth listened and watched. She didn't care if Nina wanted them there or not. Uncle Charlie was the one who made the rules in the Ryan house and she knew he wanted them there. And she knew why. More than once she had caught him staring at her when he thought she wasn't looking. It was trae she had a habit of running around the house half undressed, but it was more than that. He wanted to fuck her, and he'd still want it even if she walked around in a potato sack.
Men always found Beth adorable. Even as a kid she had dated, and then later she lost her cherry. Why wouldn't her uncle want to fuck her? Everyone else did.
It always amused her that she was the daughter of a prude. She loved her mother and felt sorry for her. Diane was so clumsy around men, so awkward and silly. Beth could never understand why her father had married her mother. Mathew was a self-confident stud while Diane was a wimp.
Sure, it was true Diane was gorgeous with her reddish hair and huge blue eyes. And her body was incredible. She had the wildest tits and ass and her legs went on forever. But she wasn't aware of the effect she had on men. Beth was. What a girl did with what she had was what really mattered. No wonder Mathew cheated so much.
Deep down, Beth blamed her mother for the divorce. The little blonde was her father's girl and missed him. He still came around every once l in a while, but he was living with some eighteen-year-old bitch who Beth hated.
Life is so damn complicated, the teenaged girl thought as she stifled a sneeze. It was true that Charlie and Nina were too engrossed in fucking to look up at the ceiling and notice her, but she couldn't take the chance that they'd hear her. She turned her head until the desire to sneeze passed.
When she next glanced into the room, she almost stopped breathing. Charlie was kissing Nina's wide-open thighs. The insides, the sensitive parts.
Moans of excitement escaped Nina's lips. She clenched her teeth and grimaced as Charlie moved his mouth toward her pussy.
"It's about time you did that," Nina said when Charlie covered her clit with his lips.
Upstairs, Beth watched him suck her aunt's clit hotly and she squeezed her thighs together as her own pussy responded to the intimate caress.
"Jesus!" the teenager hissed softly when Charlie buried his face between Nina's legs.
She watched him thrust his tongue inside Nina's cunt folds and flick it back over Nina's asshole. She wondered if her father ever did that to her mother. She had spied on them many times when they fucked, but had never seen her father eat her mother. Diane was such a fool. She probably thought cunt-lapping was unsanitary.
Suddenly Charlie raised his head. "That's enough," he said. "If you're not ready to fuck now, you'll never be. Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind."
Nina groaned. "I was just starting to feel something," she said, rolling onto her belly.
Beth's pussy heated up as she watched Charlie hold his cock against Nina's fleshy ass. For a woman her age, Nina was built well enough. She was at least thirty-five, but she had good firm tits and an ass that filled out the tight jeans she usually wore.
Nina craned her neck to see what Charlie was up to. "You're not putting it in there," she said.
Charlie leaned over and fucked his prick into the gaping hole of her cunt. "What's the matter?" he said. "I thought you wanted to fuck."
"That's okay," Nina said, burying her face in the pillow. "I thought for a minute you were going to stick it in my ass."
Beth trembled. It was becoming uncomfortable on the cold floor of the attic, but she was having too good a time to leave now.
She touched herself in the spot between her legs that was the most sensitive. She dug her fingers into her cunt bush when she saw Charlie pull out of Nina's cunt and pry her asscheeks apart.
"Don't you dare!" Nina hissed, trying to turn over,
"What's the harm?" Charlie said, holding her down with one arm and fingering her asshole with the other.
"You shit, you said you wouldn't!"
Beth tugged at her cunt as she watched. I wish he'd do it to me, she thought. I wonder if it hurts. I bet it feels good.
"Shut up and let me put it in," Charlie said, two fingers stretching Nina's shitter.
Beth brought her hand up to her nose and sniffed her pussy aroma. In that moment she made a decision. Nina was giving Charlie a hard time. Charlie was obviously in need of more than Nina was willing to give him. Why shouldn't I give him what he wants and what I want, too? the teenaged blonde thought.
Just then Charlie fucked his prick back into Nina's pussy. "There, are you satisfied? I'll leave your ass alone."
"Just see that you do," Nina said, swaying her ass in a circular motion.
Hands grasping he hips, he fucked in and out of her cunt. Upstairs, Beth masturbated in a frenzy as she watched. I'm gonna get him to fuck me, she thought with a surge of excitement. I'll think of a way. I just know I will.
The next day Beth couldn't keep her mind on her studies. At eleven o'clock she went to the infirmary and persuaded the nurse that her menstrual cramps made it impossible for her to concentrate. At five after eleven she was on her way to Charlie's store.
When she walked into the auto accessory shop, one of the salesmen greeted her. "Hi, toots," he said, eyes boring into her tits.
"Hi, Fred. Will you please tell my uncle I'd like to see him?"
"Hey, Charlie, your niece is here/' Fred yelled out, his eyes still glued to Beth's tits.
"Send her on back," Charlie called out.
Beth went sashaying back to his private office. He was sitting at his cluttered desk, piles of papers and boxes of strange-looking metal objects everywhere. She tried acting casual, but her heart was pounding.
"What are you doing here?" Charlie said.
"I didn't feel good, so the nurse sent me home."
He grinned, glancing around his office. "I guess you lost your way."
She giggled. "No, I felt better, so I decided to come here and keep you company."
He sat back in his chair. "Glad you did, honey. You're a sweet kid and I ought to spend more time with you."
She lowered her eyes demurely. If he wanted to play the role of surrogate father, she'd let him. "If you really think that, why don't you take me out to lunch?" she said.
He cocked an eyebrow. "I guess I could do that. There's nothing very fancy around here. Just a hamburger joint and a pizza parlor. It's all the same to me. What's your pleasure?"
She batted her eyelashes up and down. "My pleasure? Why, Uncle Charlie, what a leading question."
He twisted back and forth in his swivel chair. "You're teasing me, young lady."
"Of course I am. Do you think I'm like my mother, all serious and grim?"
His face changed. Looking thoughtful, he pulled on his lower lip. "Your Mom's a good kid. She's got her problems though."
"I know, and I do love her." She wanted to change the subject. Glancing around, she saw a small refrigerator near his desk.
"Do you have anything in there?" she said.
"Just beer."
"Can I have one?"
He hesitated, then reached into the refrigerator. "Hell, why not?"
They spent the next half hour drinking beer and chatting, but made no move to go to lunch. Charlie tilted his chair back and watched her intently as she talked about school and the new friends she'd made.
"Have the boys been helpful?" he said when she paused for breath.
"Oh, yes. I see them in the hallway all the time and they're great. We're going to be real close. I can tell."
"Poor kid. It must be hell being an only child."
"Oh, it's not so bad." Finished with her beer, she rose up and moved toward his desk. Leaning against the edge, she brought one leg up and let her skirt ride up to her thigh. "In fact I liked being the only one when I was little. I had my Dad all to myself."
Charlie's face darkened. "Yeah, that must have been swell."
"Anyway, it's like suddenly getting two brothers. I love Mark and Gary a lot." She lowered her eyes. "You don't much like my
Dad, anyway."
"I don't like to talk about him to you. It's not right, but, no, I don't like him." "There's two sides to every story." "You mean your mom." Nodding, she moved around his desk and settled down on the arm of his chair. "My mom's so inhibited," she said in a soft voice. "I think she might even be frigid. I used to hear them fighting. I don't know, she's your sister and all, but I think she could use a shrink or something."
"My sister need a shrink? Hell, all she needs is someone to talk to." "My Dad used to try." "No, she needs someone who's not after her all the time. It's my place to talk to her, and I'll do it one of these days."
Beth wanted to change the subject. Hoisting herself up on the desk, she crossed her legs, amused at the expression on Charlie's face. "What's the matter?" she giggled, resting her hands on the desk top and thrusting her tits out. "You're sure built," he mused, licking his lips.
"If we weren't related, would you dig me?'' "You're a little young for me, but I dig you anyway."
"My Dad's girlfriend isn't much older than me."
"That's true."
"Uncle Charlie?"
"Honey?"
They spoke in unison, laughed and averted their eyes. Charlie was the first to speak again.
"Why did you really come here?" he said.
The little blonde found herself blushing. The way he was looking at her legs and tits made her self-conscious.
"I thought we'd go to lunch," she whispered.
Nodding solemnly, Charlie rose up, went to the door and called out to Fred.''Don't bother me for a while. My niece and I are talking important family business." Slamming the door, he turned the bolt and returned to his desk.
"Let's can the bullshit, huh?" he said, standing before her with his hands on his hips and his jaw jutting out.
Beth felt a thrill surge through her, and a stab of fear, too. "What bullshit?" she said, her voice quavering.
"I don't have a bed or anything in this dump, but there's that thing we can use."
Beth nodded at the old sofa in the corner. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. You've been asking for it for months."
"Uncle Charlie, I ..."
He cut off her words by bending down and kissing her hard. "What?" he said gruffly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and Frenching her.
"Oh, Uncle Charlie!" she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Suddenly and quite abruptly, he released her. "Let's lie down." Stroking her tits, he smiled thoughtfully. "You girls start young nowadays anyway, don't you? When did you lose your cherry?" He took her hand and guided her toward the sofa.
"When I was a kid," she said, her lips parched and her throat dry.
"This place is a mess. Don't take your clothes off, although God knows I'd love to see everything you've been shoving in my face for months. This'll have to be a quickie, anyway. Fred'll be pounding on the door before long." He reached for her. "You're not scared, are you?"
She was horny, but terrified.''No," she said. "I've done it a lot."
He grinned. "I'll bet you have."
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and paused. Lifting her skirt, he ran his hands over her ass. Nuzzling her throat, he squeezed her cushiony ass mounds until she moaned. "Oh, Uncle Charlie, touch me there," she said. He thrust his hand between her legs. "Here?"
His eyes shone with desire. She opened her legs.''Yes, touch me there.'' He pushed his hand inside her panties and cupped her cunt. "Your pussy even feels young and sweet."
He pushed her down onto the sofa and climbed on top of her. She remembered what Aunt Nina had said about his not giving her enough time. But she was ready. She wanted his big prick inside her now, and she almost wept when he fucked in.
"Uncle Charlie, you're in!" she hissed.
"Sweet cunt," he muttered as he dragged his lips down her throat to her tits.
It was all over very quickly. The teenager loved having his cock inside her and felt a special thrill when his jism shot into her pussy. She didn't even care that her own orgasm eluded her. Next time, she thought as he lay on top of her catching his breath. I'll come next time.