Chapter 4
Kim soaked in the tub. She'd hoped a warm bath might wash away her blues. But she was still sobbing when the telephone interrupted her tears. She tried to ignore the persistent ringing, but it wouldn't stop.
"Hello?" she finally answered, trying not to sound too miserable.
It was Burt.
"Kim," her cousin said. "I've got to talk to you right away."
"Isn't that what you're doing right now, Burt?" Kim impatiently replied, anxious to get back to feeling sorry for herself.
"Not on the phone. Someone could listen in. I have to see you someplace private."
"That's a.switch," Kim sneered. "Ever since that business at Carlson's apartment you've been doing everything you can to stay as far away from me as possible."
"Carlson's exactly what I've got to talk to you about," Burt revealed, fear in his voice. "Kim, unless we do something about those pictures he took of us fucking, we're ruined."
"What?" a stunned Kim blurted, forgetting about her current troubles now that the past had come back to haunt her. It was strange, but suddenly she felt alive again.
"I've already told you too much over the phone," Burt rasped. "Meet me at the malt shop in a half an hour. Back booth. Be there!"
Thirty minutes later, Kim was sitting across from her cousin, alarmed by the paleness of his twitching face and the tremor in his hand. A few minutes after that, when she had heard what he had to say, Kim was just as jumpy as Burt.
"So that's the story," Burt concluded. "Some turkey at the lab where they were developing Carlson's film got a look at the pictures and decided to go on a good citizen trip. The motherfucker actually called the law."
"Who told you? Carlson?" Kim asked.
"No, the poor sucker doesn't even know about it yet. The investigation's just starting."
"Then who told you?"
"Got it from my dad," Burt said shakily, referring to his policeman father, Kim's Uncle Frank.
"He's on the case?" Kim winced.
"In charge of it," Burt revealed. "Overheard him talking about it to my mom. No names, but I put two and two together when it got to the part about some school teacher and dirty pictures of his students. Called you as soon as I could."
"What can we do?" Kim gulped.
"Get to my father before he can look over the pictures and recognize us. I was hoping you might have an idea."
"Oh, sure," Kim managed to scoff. "I suddenly just became a damn genius."
"You know you're my dad's favorite niece," Burt reminded Kim. "Always been able to wrap him around your little finger since you were in diapers. If you could just talk to him."
"Right," Kim cut her cousin off with a scowl. "I'll just go up to him and say, "Uncle Frank, you've got some pictures of me fucking your son. Wish you'd rip them up and forget all about them."
"I'm not telling you how you should do it," Burt said. "It's just that right now you're the only chance we have with my dad. I'm not pretending it'll be easy. But we're up against it as bad as we can be, Kim. You can at least try. Maybe drop a few hints about Carlson, check out the reaction, then take it from there."
Kim sat and thought. Thought about what would happen if Carlson's pictures got into the wrong hands. Like her own father's. As principal of Jefferson High, he could be drawn into the scandal in a way that would be devastating for all concerned.
"Okay, I'll try and do something," Kim finally agreed. "Don't seem to have much choice, do I?"
Burt grimly nodded, then added, "Dad's got the day off today. You've got to hurry up and get to him before he gets back on the case."
"Where is he?"
"Over at the house. Sitting around drinking beer. Mom's gone. You'll have him all to yourself."
When the cousins parted, Kim walked the distance to Burt's house and her Uncle Frank.
Along the way she went over possible strategies. She quickly rejected the indirect approach suggested by Burt. She was convinced that she would have to be bold to have any chance of success.
One alternative stuck out. The only one Kim could see as working. It made her tingle with anticipation.
"Blackmail," she whispered to herself. And then, having made her decision, she looked up and realized she had arrived at her destination.
She didn't knock on the front door. Instead, she sneaked around the back of the house and slipped inside through the kitchen.
Down the hallway she tiptoed, spying her uncle sitting in the living room reading a magazine. The magazine had a glossy centerfold which Frank was studying in detail. Even from her vantage point Kim could tell that her uncle was admiring the spread legs of a nude beaver-of-the-month.
"Look at that pussy," Frank said to himself, licking his lips. "I'd eat through ten pounds of shit to get at that."
He joked with himself by rubbing the bulge at his crotch. Kim decided that the time would never be better for her to make her move.
"What're you reading, Uncle Frank?" she cooed, drifting from the shadows into the open.
"Uh, Kim," Frank gulped when he saw his niece, making a clumsy attempt to hide the centerfold. "Wh-where'd you come from?"
Kim moved like a cat toward her uncle. Before Frank could stop her, she had snatched up his magazine.
"My, my, just what do we have here?" Kim chuckled, checking out the centerfold's wide-open cunt. "What's the matter, Uncle Frank, Aunt Peggy holding out on you? I'll bet if I'd showed up five minutes later you'd have had your prick out of your pants and in your fist, jerking-off like a kid."
Stunned by his niece's bluntness, Frank just sat there goggle-eyed. Kim was his sister Janet's daughter, a girl who'd been raised to behave the opposite of the way she was behaving now.
"You're just a dirty old man, Uncle Frank. Drooling over this," Kim continued her taunting, rattling the centerfold. "I'll bet you wouldn't know what to do if you had a crack at the real thing."
"Wha-what're you talking about?" Frank stuttered.
"Pussy." Kim shocked her red-faced uncle. "And the best kind. Young pussy."
"Whose?" Frank whispered in a faraway voice.
"Mine!" Kim declared, unzipping the cut-off jeans she wore.
The cut-offs fell to Kim's ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked off her sandals, pulling her t-shirt over her head. There she stood before her astonished uncle, her braless tits jiggling, her bikini panties the only thing between her and total nudity.
"If you want some real pussy, Uncle Frank," she purred, "you know where it is."
She put a foot up on the armrest of her uncle's chair opening her sleek thighs in Frank's face. Then she rubbed the crotch-band of her panties and a moist stain darkened the sheer fabric. Yellow curls of pussy hair fringed the elastic of the legholes.
"God, Kim . . . you're my own niece," Frank panted. "My own sister's little girl."
"That doesn't change what Pve got between my legs," Kim crooned.
She yanked her panties up into the slit of her cunt so her pussy lips popped into the open. A glistening bead of fuck juice trickled down one of her inner thighs.
"Go away," Frank pleaded. "Leave me alone before I do something we'll both regret."
"Touch me, Uncle Frank," Kim commanded. "Just touch my pussy one time. Then if you still want me to leave, I'll split and we'll both forget this ever happened."
Suddenly her uncle's hand was where Kim wanted it to be. Just brushing her exposed pussy lips with the fingertips at first, but then quickly rubbing. Kim moaned with appreciation, flushing a fresh supply of fuck-honey from her cunt.
Frank's hand came away from his niece's crotch sticky with Kim's pussy juice.
"Go ahead, taste it," Kim prompted her uncle. "I dare you to tell me you've ever tasted a sweeter cunt than mine."
His eyes lowered with shame, Frank sucked his fingers. His sigh from their flavor was just what Kim had counted on.
"Still want me to leave, Uncle Frank?" she murmured. She looked toward the door like she might actually go.
"No . . . stay," Frank grunted.
"Then let me out of these panties before my cunt burns a hole in them," Kim said.
She took her foot down from the couch, standing before her uncle. Frank rolled her panties down. There was her cunt right before his eyes, filling his nostrils with its sharp scent.
"Kiss my pussy, Uncle Frank," Kim directed.
Frank's mouth went to the golden triangle. Kim flexed her crotch against her uncle's face, feeling the stubble of his whiskers against her inner thighs.
"Now use your tongue, Uncle Frank," Kim said. "Find my slit and get inside me."
Frank's tongue got hard and penetrated. Kim rolled her hips. Her uncle's tongue started to fuck in her pussy.
"You keep this up, Uncle Frank," she called down, "and I'm gonna come right in your mouth."
Frank's tongue went wild in his niece's cunt. As she'd promised, Kim climaxed. There was noisy, damp slurping as her orgasmic cunt was eaten, pussy juice dripping from Frank's chin.
Finally Kim broke away. Pulling her cunt from Frank's face, she left her uncle with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"You ate me," Kim said, "now it's my turn to eat you."
She slumped to her knees. Her fingers were on her uncle's fly, unzipping his pants. She fumbled for his cock, got his prick out, and then looked his cock-shaft over before she started sucking his prick.
"Mmmm, Uncle Frank, why didn't you ever tell me you were hung like this?" she sighed with praise for the big prick she fondled.
She kissed the cock-head, then ran her tongue along the thick prick-shaft. The taste was salty.
"Bet you have trouble rinding a woman who can deep-throat this monster, don't you, Uncle Frank?" Kim noted.
Frank nodded.
"Aunt Peggy ever bring it off?" Kim asked.
Frank shook his head, no.
"She's missing plenty, then," Kim crooned. "Well, pay attention. Remember how I do it so you can give Aunt Peggy pointers the next time she gives you a blow-job."
Frank gasped with pleasure as his niece took his cock in her mouth. Kim swooped down on his prick. Within seconds she had swallowed his whole cock.
"Suck it, Kim, suck it," Frank gasped, giving in completely to his incestuous emotions. "Make me come in your mouth."
Honoring Frank's request was exactly what Kim had in mind. She knew that drinking a man's jizz put him in her pocket. Besides, she had a natural curiosity to find out how her uncle's cum stacked up against the fuck-cream from her cousin's and brother's cocks. Was it up to the family standard?
Kim wouldn't have long to wait. Frank's hips were grinding. He was fucking her mouth.
Taking her uncle's long cock in stabbing thrusts down her throat, Kim drew Frank's balls out of his pants and squeezed them hard. They seemed to squish in her grip as though bloated with cum just waiting to be unleashed.
"Got that feeling," Frank panted. "Much more of this and my cock'll blow."
Kim doubled her suction. She rubbed her knuckles on his throbbing nuts.
"Oh, Christ!" Frank blurted. "Ahhhh, yes! My cum's on the way, little girl! Straight to your belly!"
Halfway down his niece's clutching throat, the head of Frank's prick spurted cum. Jism gushed. Jism that took Kim by surprise with its volume and heat. Most striking of all, though, was its incredible sweetness. Kim couldn't slurp it down fast enough to satisfy her hunger.
"Way to go, little girl," Frank gasped with appreciation. "You keep it up and you're gonna drink it all. Every drop of my jizz."
There was never any doubt in Kim's mind that she would succeed in swallowing the full quota of her uncle's cock-juice. When she sucked a prick, she was in for the limit. Frank would feel like his balls had been turned inside-out by the time she was through draining his prick.
Frank pitched off a final spurt of jism and his cock slowed to a lazy dribble. But Kim did not stop sucking. She wouldn't be satisfied until her uncle's balls were totally dry.
"Okay, sweetheart," Frank finally called. "You've taken all the cum I've got to give. I'm empty. Keep sucking and all you'll swallow is your own spit."
Reluctantly, Kim released her uncle's spent prick. She was dizzy, almost drunk with Frank's jizz. The cum sloshed in her belly while she swayed, sending giddy messages to her brain.
"Mmmm, just look at you," Frank said to his starry-eyed loose-lipped niece. "They don't make them any more beautiful than you, little girl. If I had a daughter of my own, don't see how I could do any better than you."
"Yes, but, Uncle Frank," Kim cooed, her lips shiny from cock-sucking, "if I were your own daughter, no matter how pretty I was, would you still get it on with me?"
"Couldn't resist you no matter who you were," Frank admitted. "Not after the way you came on to me today. Besides, I'm taking enough of a chance as it is with you being my niece. Truth is, the fact you're kin just makes me hornier for you."
"Fine words coming from a cop," Kim teased her policeman uncle. But it was teasing with a purpose. She had to draw Frank out about his profession in order to reach him about the Carlson investigation.
"You've gotta be a first-class hypocrite to be a first-class cop," Frank sighed. "The same things you're busting other people for have to hit you where you live. Turn you on, get that old adrenalin pumping. Otherwise, you'd lose interest."
"Fascinating. Tell me more," Kim pumped her uncle.
Frank fell right into her hands on the first try.
"Well, like, here's an example," he said. "There's this guy. A teacher at one of the high schools. We think he's been selling grades to his students by getting them to fuck so he can take pictures of them. Sure, it's kinky. But a case like that makes a cop's day. You can't wait to get to work when you're working on something like that."
"Suppose you were that teacher instead of a cop, Uncle Frank," Kim pressed. "Would you ever try to pull anything like that?"
"Hell," Frank laughed, "I wouldn't take pictures. Nobody'd get an A out of me unless I did the fucking myself."
Then Frank turned serious.
"But I'm not a teacher," he said, "or anything else but a cop. That's how I keep myself in line."
"Like with me? Your own little niece?" Kim chuckled.
"Even a cop gets a day off now and then," Frank laughed. "Today's one of mine. My badge is in the drawer--"
"But I see you're still wearing your pistol," Kim interrupted, her twinkling eyes trained on her uncle's crotch. Frank had another hard-on.
"Yeah, guess so." Frank looked down at his rigid prick and went along with his niece's kidding.
"It might be your day off, Uncle, dear, but something tells me that duty's calling," Kim crooned, fondling the barrel of Frank's prick.
"You want what I think you want?" Frank panted.
"Am I living? Breathing?" Kim eagerly answered.
She got up and drifted over to the sofa. She stretched out on the cushions, her bare tits lolling like pink pillows and her tawny thighs spread to showcase her wide-open pussy.
"Fuck me, Uncle Frank," she murmured.
Frank was there as soon as he could strip all the way down. His mouth watered and his hard-on twitched. Climbing onto the sofa between his niece's parted legs, he clutched his prick in his hand as if he were afraid his cock might fly off from his crotch before he had the chance to fuck Kim's waiting pussy.
"Stick it in,' Kim urged, fingering her pussy lips so the glistening interior of her fuck-hole yawned.
Frank glided his cock-head to her fleshy cunt-lips. He shoved. He was inside. And Kim was lifting her ass, taking his big prick deeper, deeper.
Until she had his whole cock in her cunt. And her hips were rocking. Her long legs scissoring Frank's waist. Her breath gusting as her uncle fucked her to the hilt.
"Your cock feels even bigger in my pussy than I'd expected," Kim told her uncle. "And I was expecting a lot."
"It's just that your cunt's so tight," Frank muttered. "The tightest I've ever fucked."
"That's teenage pussy for you," Kim boasted. "If you've got it, flaunt it."
Then she got serious. The lilt in her voice turned to sandpaper as she began to moan from the repeated cock-thrusts in her cunt. Her uncle was fucking her with driving force, and she rewarded him with a finger up his gritty asshole.
"Mmmm, you know all the tricks don't you, little girl?" Frank moaned. "It's easy to tell you've been learning a lot more in school than what shows up on your report card,"
When she heard that, Kim had to laugh inside as she thought about how she had gotten her A in history. Then the laughter turned into an inner shriek of pleasure as an orgasm struck her.
"You're coming, aren't you, baby?" Frank asked, responding to his niece's frenzied squirming.
"You bet!" Kim gasped. "A girl can't get fucked for long by a cock the size of yours without something awful good happening. Now see how long you can keep me flying, Uncle Frank. Play with my clit while your cock keeps moving in my pussy. I must just come for you all day long."
Frank's big thumb located the magic button at the summit of his niece's cunt right away. He pressed her clit the way he would have a doorbell. With something like the same result, at least for Kim, as chimes immediately rang in her head.
"I just keep coming harder and harder." She swooned. "And the more I do, the longer I want it to last!"
"Hey, whoa, little girl," Frank cut in. "I'm only human, you know. I gotta come, too. The fuse on my cock is getting shorter every time I pump that tight cunt of yours. I'm a man, not a machine."
"Sorry to be so greedy," Kim told her uncle. "It's just that you're fucking me so good I want it to go on forever."
"Can't do that for you, baby," Frank puffed. "But I can sure as hell do the next best thing. End this up with a great big bang."
"If you're talking about shooting my pussy full of hot cum, I'm ready for it whenever your prick's ready to unload," Kim said, setting the stage for her uncle's climax.
"Good girl!" Frank gasped.
He slid his hands down under Kim's back and clutched her asscheeks. Her legs rose and he forced her thighs back, his face burrowing between her tits as he doubled her body into a ball. Now his cock fucked practically straight down in her hoisted cunt.
"Come in me, Uncle Frank!" she cried. "Hurry up and come before you kill me!"
"Here you go, little girl," Frank grunted with a final hilting fuck of his massive hard-on.
Then the cum was flowing. Kim could feel its sticky heat swamping her pussy. It burned so good. There was so much jizz.
While Frank's prick spurted at the depths of her cunt, Kim held her uncle's balls, feeling them spasm as they pumped out repeated blasts of cum. With her other hand, she fingered the crack of her ass, fooling with the jizz that already leaked from her fuck-hole.
Then, all too soon, it was over. Frank's cock quit spurting and relaxed in his niece's soggy cunt. He was just as sorry about it as Kim, but he had lost his hard-on.
It had been such a spectacular fuck that it took Kim a long time to recover. After her uncle's prick was out of her pussy, she lay moaning, playing with herself to prolong the last stages of her orgasm.
Frank just sat and watched his niece in awe. She made him feel like a green kid who'd just knocked off his first piece of ass.
Eventually Kim came to her senses. She sat up and saw her uncle staring at her. The way he looked at her made her feel like a princess. She was ahnost ready to forget why she had seduced him in the first place.
But, of course, she couldn't really forget. As good as it had been, Kim reminded herself, getting fucked by her uncle had just been a means to an end. She had never intended the final payoff to be strictly orgasmic. There was business to be taken care of.
Kim forced herself to concentrate on that ugly word.
"Blackmail," she muttered aloud without realizing she was actually speaking. It stamped a brand on her brain, steeling her will.
"What'd you say?" Frank asked.
Kim set her jaw. She wished she didn't have to do this after he'd fucked her so well, but it was a matter of survival. From this point on, Frank was a cop not a lover.
She had it all rehearsed. How she would explain to her uncle that the Carlson investigation included her. She was one of those students the history teacher's camera had filmed fucking. The solution to her problem? Her uncle had to destroy the incriminating pictures and keep his mouth shut. If he didn't, Kim would have to blow the whistle on Frank himself for fucking her, his own niece.
"What is it?" a puzzled Frank asked Kim.
"This won't be easy for either of us," Kim started.
And that was as far as she got. Just then a car rolled into the driveway beside the house, its tires crunching the gravel.
"Peggy!" Frank blurted.
Kim knew her chance was gone.
"Christ, you've got to get out of here before your aunt finds us like this," Frank desperately hissed.
She dove for her clothes as the door of her aunt's car slammed outside. Frank was heading for the bathroom where he could explain his nudity by taking a shower.
There was only time for a few last words to be spoken.
"When will I see you again?" Kim asked her uncle, getting dressed as fast as she could before she had to run.
"Tomorrow night," Frank answered. "I'll tell Peggy I have to work late. Meet me at the Crossroads Motel around eight. Know where it is?" Kim nodded.
"Okay. Now get your ass in gear, little girl, or all hell will break loose," Frank panted, then disappeared into the bathroom. In a moment Kim could hear the water running.
On her own, Kim waited until she could hear the direction of her aunt's footsteps. Peggy was coming up the front steps. Kim dashed for the kitchen door, leaving the house the same way she had entered.
In the backyard, she climbed a fence, then cut across a neighbor's property and found the street. She was running when her feet hit the sidewalk, not stopping until she was at least a mile away and there were knives in her lungs. Even then she didn't feel safe.