Chapter 8
When Monique and Travis got back to the campground, Patsy pretended she was interested in fishing. She'd taken the bait box and a little tackle down to the lake and sat there in the sand while the images of what she'd just seen flashed through her mind. Of course neither her uncle nor her best friend suspected that she'd been peeking on them behind that big boulder in the meadow. Monique was the first to saunter down to where Patsy was making a pretense of fishing.
"Catching anything?" she asked lazily. Patsy thought she could smell the musky perfume of fuck on her but that could have been an overworked imagination.
"Naw. Where have you been?"
"Oh, Travis took me for a walk in the woods. He sure knows a lot about nature." Monique drawled the words, making them heavy with insinuation. Patsy blushed despite herself. She reeled hard, jerking the line from the water and then shoving the rod into Monique's hands.
"Here, you try it awhile. I don't think I'm very lucky today." Patsy glanced down at her friend's feet. "By the way Monique, you got your sock on inside out." She strode on up the beach to where her uncle was building a fire for a wiener roast.
"Hi sugar," he said, giving her a warm smile, "having fun?"
"Not as much as you're having," Patsy replied. The remark caught Travis off guard. The warm smile turned to a sheepish grin.
"It's that obvious is it?" He took Patsy's arm. "Listen honey, your friend Monique is something else. She was all over me. I tried to cool it but..." He shrugged. Patsy gave him a cool look and walked away. It was hard to admit that the real reason she was irked was that she was jealous. Down deep in her heart she wished that it could've been her under her Uncle Travis.
After eating hot dogs and sitting around the campfire singing songs, Patsy felt a little better. Travis had produced a bottle of Brandy and was passing it around. It seemed that Monique was going at it a little hard for the amount of experience she had with drinking hard stuff. But she was certainly enjoying herself. Poor Louise seemed as oblivious to everything as she always was. She was already passing out drunk. Travis helped her to the camper and came out a few minutes later. Patsy knew he didn't care. She knew he was thinking about Monique again, thinking of the next time he could spread her long legs and shove his hot cock into her.
Now that Travis had Louise out of the way he put an arm around Moique and they snuggled shamelessly in the glow from the dying campfire. Patsy couldn't hide the envy she felt. It was really weird feeling jealous over her Uncle Travis. But he was attractive. And even more so now that she'd seen what he'd done to her best friend.
"Well, guess I'd better turn in," Travis said at last, getting up and stretching. There was a twinkle of acknowledgement from Monique. Patsy just knew that the two of them had something hot planned for later that night.
As soon as she and Monique were snuggled in their sleeping bags in the tent, Monique started babbling about Travis. Patsy realized her friend was even drunker than she'd thought.
"Oh wow, he's super! He's just plain super!" A sloshing sound made Patsy squint in the darkness.
"Are you still drinking?" she asked.
"I just love Brandy. Travis told me it makes a girl sexy to drink Brandy." The slosh of the bottle continued. Monique was about as plastered as Louise had been earlier. "Got to stay awake," she mumbled. "Gotta sneak in and see my lover."
"You're going to sneak into that camper? With Louise in there and everything?"
"Travis said it'd be okay. Travis is always right." Monique slugged from the bottle again and then grabbed Patsy's shoulder in the dark. "I'll tell you a secret. Your uncle took me up in the meadow and he..."
"I already know," Patsy said.
"You do?"
"It was pretty obvious, the way you two were acting this evening."
"You're not mad are you, Patsy."
"Course not."
"Your uncle is so beautiful. Those high school boys aren't anything compared to Travis! Oh shit, I think I'm in love with him. I'd do anything he told me to..." Monique drank again.
"He wants you to sneak in the camper?"
"Yup, he said if we don't talk his wife'll never wake up. He wants me to..." Monique shivered in the dark. There was an embarrassing silence. Then she was hitting the brandy again.
"What? What does he want you to do?"
"Oh, you know what all men like. But I'm a little scared. I never thought I'd be doing it to somebody as big as Travis." Monique put the bottle down and lay back. "I guess I shouldn't worry though ... Travis so nice ... never hurt' me ... Mmmmmm."
Patsy listened to Monique's breathing change. It became regular and relaxed. Her friend was drifting off to sleep. And as she listened, her whole body tingled at the possibility that had occurred to her. It was impossible, crazy. But she couldn't get it out of her head.
Monique wasn't going to be able to keep her date tonight. She was passed out drunk. But Travis would be expecting someone to sneak into the trailer. What if Patsy herself went in place of her friend? In the dark how would her Uncle Travis know the difference? And would it matter to him if he did?
Travis would never knowingly commit incest with her. But now Patsy found herself wanting very badly to commit it with him. Maybe Gene's seduction of her and her intense enjoyment of the act had started things rolling. A cousin was one thing. What would it be like to have it from an uncle? Patsy trembled in her sleeping bag.
"I can't really go through with this, can I?" she breathed to herself. Monique was snoring softly, dead to the world. And Patsy felt her cunt juices flowing. Her panty crotch was plastered against her sparsely furred mound. She couldn't begin to relax. But if she did take Monique's place, she'd have to accept whatever the evening offered. She couldn't chicken out halfway through.
She turned over with a whimper, unable to make a decision. It was wicked to even consider doing it of course. But the thought of putting her fingers around that hard, hot cock she'd seen in the meadow. She'd seen it being used on her best friend. If she had it in her hand ... in her mouth...
"Ohhhh god, I'm going to make myself sick thinking such things." She fumbled for the bottle of Brandy in the dark, found it. It warmed her belly and she felt the courage spread. "I'll only live once. I'll only be sixteen once." She bit her bottom lip and put the cork back in the bottle. Then very gingerly she eased herself out of her bag and crawled to the open end of the tent. Monique continued to snore behind her. Patsy stood in the cool, star-glittering night. She was wearing only a pair of bikini panties and the air was sharp enough to make her shiver. She padded barefoot through the sand to the partly open door of the camper.
Her nerves almost failed when she took the handle and started to open it. But it was cold outside. She either had to return to her tent or get into the camper. She decided on the latter.
The first thing she heard was that of Louise breathing. God, if her aunt was awake she'd never live this scene down! She'd die of embarrassment. But after a moment she was sure that Louise was dead to the world. Travis turned in his bunk and by the noise Patsy was able to figure out where he was. It was very dark inside the camper and the fact that the moon had not yet risen didn't help matters. For what she wanted to do though the darkness was perfect. If she didn't lose her nerve. Patsy stepped forward and pushed her hands out before her. She touched Travis, felt his leg and knee. He was sitting on the edge of the bunk, his wife sleeping behind him.
"Don't say anything," Travis whispered. His hands petted the sides of her face. Patsy trembled, knowing that her uncle thought it was Monique. Luckily their hair was about the same length. She was panting, knowing now that she was going to have to perform. Monique and Travis had planned it all out and now she was part of that plan.
Travis pulled her head forward between his parted thighs. He sat on the very edge of the bunk and his groin was almost even with Patsy's chin. She had only to bend her head down to make it all perfect. She whimpered as her fingers searched for and found the soft droop of his balls. Then she was holding his cock. It was even bigger than she'd thought. Up in the meadoow it'd looked huge but now that she held the real thing in her fingers, it seemed even bigger. She whimpered again and Travis bent forward to kiss her forehead. Their lips met. She tried to kiss like she thought Monique would, hoping she was sexy enough. Travis seemed to acceptthe imitation.
"Okay sweetheart," her uncle breathed, "go to it. When you're done with me, I'll take care of you too."
Holding the stiff thing with both hands, Patsy wet her lips thoroughly and brushed them across the throbbing glans. Only then did she realize that Travis was uncircumcised. She felt for the loose skin that partly hid the flared barb of his tip. It slipped around easily on that bulging knob. He was all slick and lubricated underneath the foreskin. She shivered again, her heart pounding so hard she wondered if it might wake her aunt up.
"What am I doing here?" she thought. With her Uncle Travis' cock in her fingers, her mouth opened in anticipation of what she was about to feast on. And though she was still a little scared, Patsy did want to eat on him. Her cunt was dripping hot butter as she kept feeling the shape of that fantastic organ that grew so magically from her uncle's crotch. She jacked the skin up and down, feeling the smoothly rounded cock tip better now. Her lips pursed against it as she forced the foreskin all the way behind the flared part. Her lips slid down it, wetting its glossy surface with her hot spit. Her lips cinched tight behind the head then and for the first time her tongue danced under the swollen lobes. Travis let out a long breath and squeezed the sides of her face.
"Baby..." he sighed in the night.
"Mmmmm," she cooed back, knowing that she couldn't really say anything. Travis would know immediately that it was his niece with her mouth on his prick. And having her mouth on him was making her heart pound. She knew now that it was something magical for a woman to suck on a man's cock! It did something to her inside, it made her cunt drip and her breasts tingle. It made her want that lovely, rigid cock plowing up between her thighs.
Did Patsy really want that? Was she woman enough to take what her uncle had? She didn't know. But she loved the way that musky-scented thing felt sliding over her bottom lip. "Uhhhh-gggg," she moaned through her nose as Travis held her head and pumped deeper. The smooth, slippery cock glided down the trough she'd made of her tongue. It bumped her tonsils and Patsy's belly bucked.
"Don't struggle, darling," Travis whispered. "Just relax."
Patsy tried. But the head of his cock was getting even bigger than it had been moments before. She could feel it resting on the velvety root of her tongue. It throbbed with each beat of her uncle's heart. It swelled with a pulsing rhythm of its own. It felt heavy with blood and feverish too. But the shape, the slick feel of it pumping in and out of her mouth was fantastic. Patsy's cunt burned with pleasure!
Louise stirred then. Patsy could feel her uncle freeze. She did too, her heart still thumping in her chest. His big cock rested heavily on her tongue. It was all she could do not to lick it. It felt so velvety soft to lick!
"Honey," Louise moaned drunkenly, "aren't you coming to bed? What are you sitting up for?"
"Oh, nothing. Just couldn't get to sleep."
"Well come here daddy, and Louise will make you sleepy." Patsy felt the bed heave. Travis was jerked backward as Louise grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back against her. His cock popped loose from Patsy's mouth with a smack and she held her breath, hoping that Louise hadn't heard.
"Louise, I don't think I'm in the mood."
"Why not?" his wife whined. Patsy sneaked away from the bed and tiptoed towards the door. As Travis struggled to resist his wife, she eased through the opening and down the steps. She sat on a stump, a few feet away, trembling like a leaf. In a few minutes Travis stepped down the camper stairs too. He was only a few feet away when he recognized her. He made a casual effort to hide his nakedness.
"Oh, it's you Patsy. Did you happen to see Monique?"
Playing the part, Patsy shrugged and put on a dumb act. "I guess she went back to the tent. She seemed kind of mad." Patsy was staring at the dark shape of his cock jutting out of the shirt he had on. She remembered how it'd felt in her mouth. And Travis didn't even know it'd been her in there sucking on him. Her mouth watered for more.
"I know it sounds naughty to you, honey," Travis said, "but when you're a little older you'll understand. When a man and a woman..."
"I understand already." She was panting, weak in the belly. His cock was drooping down but still had plenty of blood inside it. She gave a little whimper and reached out.
"Patsy!" Travis gasped, trying to step back. But she went to her knees before him, one hand slipping behind a thigh, the other grasping for the heavy-hanging prick that swung before him. And as she wet her lips and looked up at him, the moon came over a low ridge illuminating everything. Her uncle looked as if he was in shock. But as her fingers slowly jacked his throbbing meat he let out a groan. Then she dropped her lashes and sucked the hot glans into her mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she gingerly bobbed her head forward and back.
"My niece," Travis grunted, "my sweet little niece!"
"Mmmmmm," Patsy cooed, bobbing her head faster. Now she was really excited. The first time in the camper had just been a warm up. In the dark she'd learned a few things about herself and about her uncle. Now she could really show him that she wasn't too young to understand about women and men. His fingers grazed the sides of her face as if in disbelief. Then his belly sucked in and he held his breath. Her tongue danced and flicked across his stretched glans. His shaft was surrounded by her soft, wet lips. He began to fuck gently in and out.
The sloppy sound of his spit-drenched prick penetrating her mouth and being pulled back was fantastically erotic.
Travis wound his fingers in her blonde hair. He was groaning with lust and his excitement was working on Patsy too. She knew he could see everything she was doing. She wasn't at all embarrassed. Not with that beautiful prick in her mouth. She couldn't believe that it was happening. And her uncle was letting it go on.
"Baby ... Patsy ... stop honey, stop!"
She eased her lips away from his glans. The thought of feeling those creamy juices squirting onto her tongue made her dizzy with lust.
"We can't stay here honey," Travis was saying. "My wife is up and if she happened to look out here...."
Patsy got up and put her hand in her uncle's. He led her down towards the lake. It seemed they walked a long ways. The breeze had stopped though and she wasn't cold any more. But Travis took off his shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders anyway. Then they could see the dark shadows of their campground way back up by the trees.
"This is far enough." Travis sat on the beach and spread his legs. He made Patsy lie on her belly before him, her mouth very close to his cock. Then as she perched on elbows and took his cock in both hands, Travis watched her jack the foreskin back from his tip. "Christ, you do that like you know what it does to me."
"Slow is better?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah baby, slow is almost always better."
Patsy smiled and watched the tightly clinging membrane slip away from the purple, spit-shiny flesh underneath. When his hot cock was exposed again she gave a little whimper of excitement and wallowed her lips down over it like before. This time Travis seemed so excited he was half out of his head. He worked his hips around as he watched her begin to bob her head again. She tried to take him a little deeper each time her head fell. It was easier that way, just getting a fraction of an inch more with each suck. And Travis sure liked it. Sucking on him like that made her own pussy smolder. She felt the itchy tingle when she rocked her hips. Rubbing her cunt mound against the soft sand excited her too. But she had to be careful not to get any inside her.
"God damn honey..." Travis groaned, lying back. Patsy was beside herself with lusty excitement now. She jacked his skin with both hands, sucking on him furiously.
Her uncle sat up again, watching the pale moonlight illuminate her excited face. It made it that much more erotic to be watched. Watched by her own uncle as she sucked his cock. And Patsy also found the naughtiness of the scene extremely erotic. She was wicked and glad to be. Especially since being wicked like this meant so much pleasure.
"Oh, baby doll, you're gonna get a mouthful if you keep doing that."
For the first time it really hit Patsy that she would have to swallow her uncle's cum when it spurted. Either that or spit it out. And she didn't think that would be possible. She remembered the sharp smell of Gene's seed the night he spurted all over her tummy and breasts.
"Hey Patsy darling, you'd better stop that now. I think it's time we got down to business." Her uncle said this with a sexy chuckle and grabbed her shoulders. He pulled her forward, pushing her legs up over the tops of his thighs. She let him pull her into his arms. They were facing each other, her belly brushing his as he held her trim ass above his cock. Her uncle was sitting on the sand, his legs outstretched and she was sitting with her thighs resting on his. It put their bodies in perfect position for doing it. She could even squeeze him by locking her ankles behind his back. He grunted when she did, kissing her face hungrily.
"Christ, you're a young one. I'm really starting to realize just how young."
"You like me that way? Young?"
"Yeah. And I can't wait to get into that tight little cunt of yours."
"You're awful big Uncle Travis. I hope it doesn't hurt."
She looked down at the dark knob that jutted up between her pussy and her uncle's stomach. Her fingers petted it as he lifted her ass up again and pulled her gently forward. He eased her down again and this time the smooth, slippery lips of her pussy were forced out by that rounded shape. She could hold herself up off it by scissoring her thighs tight around his middle. The head brushed across her cunt hole and the muscles squeezed closed as if by instinct. But she forced herself to relax, to try and drop some of her weight down. Her thin arms clung to her uncle's neck as she panted, her head lolling forward. She was drooling, trembling with the experience of feeling something so fantastically huge slide up into her hole.
"Ohhhh Uncle Travis! It's hurting!"
"It's got to hurt a little. You're only sixteen, baby. And I've got a pretty big prick. It'll stretch you and then it won't hurt."
"Uhhnnnn, it is stretching me! I can feel it sliding in. Ohhhh shit, it's hot!"
"Baby, hold on! God damn, you're tighter than hell!"
"Uncle Tra-a-a-a-vuhhhhssss!"
Patsy was trying to be careful. That feeling between her thighs was arousing her to such a fever pitch that she couldn't keep still. And she was afraid that too much squirming around might tear something delicate inside her. She was so soft and squishy down there. Her heart pounded, her eyes fluttered as she kissed her uncle's neck.
"I love you Uncle Travis! Ohhhh damn, isn't this the best thing in the world?"
"Easy honey, don't hurt yourself." His big hands cradled her jerking bottom, caressing the white halves of youthful flesh. Her juices dribbled out of her slit and down onto his fingers. She could hear the squishy sound of his glans making room for itself. But the flared barb had still not gotten past that convulsing ring of muscles.
"Uhhnnnn, it won't fit! Ohhh, you're too big!"
"Pump your hips darling," Travis breathed, "that's it. Forward and back. like you're fucking. Yeah, it's going in now. I can feel your insides slipping down around me! Jesus ... god ... ohhhhhhh!"
"Uncle Travis! I can feel it too. But it hurts."
Patsy was shivering all over as the jolts of pleasure swept through her. The pain was real but the enjoyment was even more real! It made her cry out again and again. The itchy rub of her vulva against that buttery glans that was penetrating her! And then she felt it slip past the tightened ring of muscles. With a wet sound it stabbed into her adolescent cunt, stabbed three hot inches. She sucked in a breath and her belly pulled in sharply under her ribs. Her tits were firm, quivering swells as she arched back from the pressure of that cock inside her.
And with her pink nipples pushed up into her uncle's face, he couldn't resist feasting on them. As his hot tongue raked the sensitive nubs, Patsy gave another whimper and began to rock her hips from side to side. The rocking movement let more of her clasping cunt slide down onto her uncle's shaft. The hardened cock meat throbbed inside her. She had never known what it was like to be really full.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, it's so good. Ohhhh Travis, I don't think I'll be able to stand seeing you go. Not now! Not after I know what it's like to have you in my cunt."
"Damn you are a hot little angel." He kissed her hard, his tongue fighting hers as she whined and clung tighter to his neck. Patsy could picture herself sitting on her uncle's lap on the sand impaled on his thick, pulsing cock and squirming like crazy as she slipped down. She was skewering herself on his prick, the hot juices flooding from the edges of her pussy.
Patsy could feel the press of his chest against her nipples, the heaving warmth of their bellies touching. She crossed her heels again and squeezed his waist, bringing her body up. As his cocktip eased away from the hot suck of her cunt folds, Travis made a growl in his throat and tried to pump his hips. But being in a sitting position made it hard for him to do much good. Patsy realized she had control of the situation.
"How bad do you want it?" she teased, licking Travis' chin.
"Bad. Real bad."
"That bad?"
"You wicked little cunt," he laughed, trying to catch her mouth with his. She let him feel the heated velvet of her pussy again but just as the dainty-slick folds caressed his glans she snatched them away again. Travis let out a shuddering breath and buried his mouth in the hollow of her neck.
Patsy felt glorious! Desired the way grown women were desired by grown men. She wasn't a kid anymore. Her uncle wanted her, would do anything to have her.
"Ohhhh I feel so slick and squirmy down there," she gasped, her young hips plunging wildly now as more of her uncle's prick speared her. Her writhing weight' was steadily forcing her cunt down him again. "And you're getting bigger! I can feel your cock bulging inside me. It's like a heartbeat or something ... Uhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Hold on honey, it won't last much longer."
"Ohhhh, Travis, you won't knock me up, will you?"
"I don't even care right now baby, do you?"
"Nhhhoooo! I don't care at all! Ohhhh fuck me, Travis, fuck me till I'm crazy. I don't care."
She clung to his muscled chest, her trim ass dancing over the spike of hardened cock-flesh. The sexy sound of their parts rubbing together only heightened her shivery pleasure. She could feel the tingling sensations around her clit. The hot finger was being pulled as the surrounding flesh was stretched by the size of her uncle's prick. And as the jolts of ecstasy made her cry out, she heard Travis groan too, his fingers tightening around her waist as he shoved her down harder on his exploding cock.
"Whhuuuuhh!"
"Yeah baby ... Chr-i-i-i-i-st!"
Though her cousin Gene hadn't been able to get all the way inside her, Travis was stretching her insides to fit him. Maybe she was more excited, or maybe she was growing. But somehow it fit and as she felt the blood-heated glans press the mouth of her womb she screamed again and kicked her feet behind Travis' back. Then the shaft of his cock surged and she felt something hot fountain inside her.
"Ohhhhhhh, Travuuuuhhhhhsssss!"
"Honey baby," he grunted, working his ass in the sand. "God damn...! "
The white curds were spurting from the edges of her pussy now. She felt the cum drip down her slit. She was wiggling and pumping, going half crazy with lust. Her thin body was spiked on her uncle's prick and as she squirmed and bucked he shot her full of cum.
It was more than a half-hour later when Patsy limped back to her tent and squeezed inside. Her unsteady condition awoke Monique and she sat up as if in a panic.
"Oh shit, I fell asleep. I'm supposed to go meet...." Monique's hand brushed Patsy's naked thigh. "Where have you been Patsy?"
"Keeping my uncle from being lonely," she whispered back. "Oh Monique, don't be angry with me but I couldn't resist taking your place. I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you two going at it up in the meadow."
"So you were peeking. Oh god Patsy, I never thought that you'd be sneaking around watching people being intimate. I mean, really." Monique fumbled in the dark. "Where's that damned brandy?"
"There might be a little left," Patsy said holding up the bottle. Monique drank.
"Now he'll be all worn out. And I was counting on it. I had my heart set on it."
Outside Patsy heard footsteps. Then the fly of the tent was spread open and the two girls were looking into Travis' face. He grinned and squeezed into the tent.
"Louise is still dead to the world," he whispered. "I thought maybe you two would like to play a few more games tonight."
Monique looked at Patsy. Patsy blushed. The moonlight on the side of the tent was enough illumination that they could see the size of Travis' erection. Patsy wasn't sure she could get into a two-on-one thing. But when Travis crawled forward, spread her thighs and began to lick her juicy clit, she let out a soft moan and fell back against her sleeping bag, her fingers tangling in his curly hair. And while her pussy was being gingerly devoured by her uncle's hot mouth, Monique scooted under him and began to jack the skin of his prick. Patsy heard the slurp as her friend sucked Travis' cock deeply.
"Ohhhh," Patsy sighed, as the steady licking of her slit sent tendrils of joy spreading through her body. "What a vacation..."
"Mmmmmm," moaned Monique.
"Yeah girls, this is really fine."
Patsy wrapped her legs up over her uncle's shoulders and began to squirm as his mouth sucked hungrily at her entire cunt mound. Then she closed her eyes and waited for the wondrous pleasure to spread through every nerve.