Chapter 1

When she was sixteen, pretty Jackie St. John was invited by her aunt and uncle to stay with them in Dolan, Maine. Compared to Mount Katahdin, the northern Maine logging camp where she lived with her father, Dolan was a bustling metropolis. Tall red maples surrounded a busy village square; there was a huge paper mill and a new high school and even a town pool where Jackie could swim next summer.

Her dad had been persuaded by his younger brother to let the girl live in Dolan till she finished high school-which was just as well, as he'd been drinking heavily since Jackie's mother had died. Besides, she was totally bored in Katahdin, which was nothing but two hundred square miles of isolated mountain forest owned by the Katahdin Timber Company. Even at sixteen, she knew there was no future for her there. Everything had to be trucked in. There wasn't a single store, or a movie house, only the General Supply, and two streets of trailers and pre-fab houses surrounded by the spruce-covered mountains.

The day they were to leave, her father had bought a six pack of beer and had guzzled most of that before he'd driven Jackie down to Dolan. They'd stopped off at a couple of taverns on the way, and by the time they's arrived at the St. Johns', he was completely drunk. Two hours later, Mike, Jackie's sober-faced uncle, had thrown her father out.

So now she was alone in Dolan and slowly discovering to her amazement that the rich, educated branch of the St. John family had problems of their own. It was easy to see that her beautiful aunt and her uncle didn't get along-also, her cousin Billy had an obvious wild streak in him.

They lived on a quiet street a few blocks from the center of town. Though still in his late thirties, Uncle Mike was a prominent lawyer and the neighborhood they lived in was a prosperous one. Restored salt box houses and a few older mansion-sized homes peered over low hedges and long well-trimmed lawns to an elm-lined street.

Nevertheless, Jackie felt lonely. It seemed that after the excitement of her arrival-all the exclamations over her voluptuous blonde good looks-everyone had temporarily forgotten about her.

That September evening, the second week Jackie'd been in Dolan, she wandered down into the sun porch next to the dining room where Aunt Ellen was having dinner with Andre Rocheleau, a local contractor with a French Canadian accent who'd originally come from the Quebec side of the border.

Already, Jackie and her cousin Billy and his girlfriend Sylvie had eaten in the kitchen, and now that the teenaged couple had disappeared to his quarters there wasn't much to do. She leafed once through a stack of Glamour magazines on the end table, and felt anxious to return to her room to study. But that required walking past the dining room and, just as she'd feared, Aunt Ellen made her stop to be introduced to Andre.

"By God, you didn't tell me Jackie was so good looking. What d'you think of Dolan, kid?"

She smiled back self-consciously at the dark-haired man. "Well, I guess it's okay."

"Isn't she a little doll?" Aunt Ellen, a curvaceous redhead with a husky voice looked at Jackie annoyedly.

"Yeah, she sure is," he nodded agreeably. 'How d'you like school?"

"Oh, I've made all sorts of new friends."

"I bet the boys like you!"

"I've only been out with one boy so far. He seemed okay."

"Well, I'm sure you'll do okay ... You'll do just fine!" Andre grinned at Ellen who gazed back into his blue eyes admiringly.

Ellen got up to refill Andre's wine glass. For the first time, Jackie noticed that her attractive aunt was dressed provocatively, wearing a pair of clinging slacks and a summer halter-top that revealed all the ripe curves of her well-rounded cleavage. Andre seemed to be appreciating the view he got sitting across from her, too.

Ellen turned to Jackie. "I suppose you've got some studying to do," she made it obvious she wanted to be alone with Andre.

"Uh ... yes, well I do," Jackie suddenly felt unwelcome. She went up to her room to study, but somehow she couldn't concentrate. She wondered where Uncle Mike had gone, and whether he spent most of his time away from home in the evenings. It seemed strange for Ellen to be entertaining another man while her husband was out for the night, but then everything about Dolan seemed odd to Jackie.

The noise from downstairs distracted her from the math problems she was trying to solve. Someone was playing the television too loud, and the kids in their hot rods were zooming up and down the block.

Finally, she returned back down the stairs and outside to the lawn where her cousin and his girlfriend were just leaving. Looking back toward the house in the fading light, Jackie saw Aunt Ellen and Andre standing in the hall; they embraced for a second, then a lamp went out.

"What you up to?" Billy asked.

"I was studying, but then I heard you two outside."

"Sorry. I mean, I didn't know it made any difference."

"You like going out with Fred?" asked Billy's girlfriend, Sylvia.

"Well, it was our first date. It's hard to tell."

"What're they up to?" Billy nodded back to the house.

"I-um, really don't know," Jackie stammered, remembering her aunt and Andre embracing in the hall.

"More monkey business," Billy shrugged.

"You c'mon down to the mixer Saturday night. I'll introduce you to some more of our friends," Sylvia said.

"Well, I'd like to talk to Fred again," Jackie blushed in spite of herself.

"Yeah. All right," Billy agreed. "Afterwards, maybe we can take in a flick. This isn't any big city, but at least we got a drive-in. Things get pretty heavy out there weekends, don't they, Sylvie?"

Billy tucked one arm around the curvy brunette's slender waist, drawing her to him, and gave her a long soul-kiss while Jackie watched. She felt uneasy standing on the lawn while they necked, so she waved and turned back to the house.

When she was upstairs, she stood in front of the long bathroom mirror, studying the gentle curves of her own ripe young body. She was a little shorter than average, but the long blonde hair cascading across her shoulders and down her back exaggerated her height and made her look taller. Her cream-like skin was white, soft and blushing into a faint pink on the undersides of her high cheekbones. Her breasts, jutting like twin full melons against her sweater, were closely spaced, and when she moved they bounced sexily against each other.

She knew she was spectacularly good-looking, though she'd never had a chance to lingeringly examine her feminine assets. Back home the bathroom had only a small mirror in which she could admire herself. Now things were different, of course, and the new world she'd stepped into was tremendously exciting.

Finally, she turned away from the mirror and switched off the light, pausing by the bathroom window when she heard a noise coming from the lawn below. A metallic squeaking sound caught her attention. Billy had driven off with Sylvie so it couldn't be anyone but Aunt Ellen.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuh," an unmistakable groan came from the darkened back yard.

Jackie wondered what she should do. Maybe Aunt Ellen had drunk too much or something.

"Oh, oh, oh!" the woman's voice was louder and out of curiosity Jackie stepped closer to the screened window, her eyes racing over the grass. Gradually, as her eyes became accustomed to the dark, she made out Aunt Ellen and Andre locked in a passionate sexual embrace that caused her to freeze in shock. Both were naked-her slenderly curvaceous aunt, and the large, muscularly built contractor was sitting on sitting on the chaise lounge, her uplifted knees splayed wide apart, while Andre was kneeling between her whitely gleaming legs, his head bent and circling over her exposed vagina.

Jackie was too astounded to even think about turning away!

"Oooooooooh!" the twisting woman murmured. "Yessss, honey. Do it nice! Suck my pussy! It's so gooood!" It was incredible! She could hardly believe what she was hearing!

From where Jackie was looking, she viewed them from the side, and she could see Ellen eagerly lifting her pussy mound ever higher aganst Andre's working mouth.

A tightening sensation caught in the pit of Jackie's stomach. She blinked her eyes which had begun to blur from staring, trying to bring them back into focus. With both hands, the naked redhead had grabbed at Rocheleau's wagging dark hair and was desperately rotating her curl-lined vagina up against his bobbing face.

Jackie had heard vaguely about the things men and women did to each other-things that were alluded to by her friends-but she'd never imagined this was what they meant!

Momentarily, she thought she saw his tongue dart out snake-like and dip into Ellen's widely parted cuntal slit. The frantic mewling sounds came from her aunt's lust-contorted mouth!

Jackie's mind spun from the impact of the wild sex act being played out before her. So this was oral sex! Her first reaction had been confusion, but now it was hard not to be a little excited. She watched for a few more seconds and her surprise changed steadily into a helpless sensual arousal as a warm thrill raced up between her quivering thighs. She wondered what it'd be like to have someone licking incitingly at her pussy as Andre was doing to Ellen! He was wagging and lifting his head furiously, making wet sucking sounds as he tongue-fucked her crazily bobbing cunt!

"Yessssssssss!" Ellen moaned, causing a sympathetic reaction in Jackie. She felt her pert little nipples stab against the tight cloth of her brassiere, as her breath began to come fast and hard.

Now Andre was brazenly drawing his hand down into the shadowy furrow separating Ellen's weaving ass-cheeks, and she jerked her knees higher, till they were touching her jiggling breasts. Jackie saw the man's tongue flick out, passionately tracing down her aunt's lust-swollen vaginal flesh and on to her puckering little anal hole beneath.

"Oh! Christ!" Ellen's deep groan broke a momentary silence.

Jackie watched as she squirmed her hips up to the hot searching tongue flicking teasingly at her sensitive rectal opening.

"Ooooooooooh, now put your finger up my ass, darling, like it was your beautiful prick!" the woman said.

Jackie almost fell back at the impassioned sound of Ellen's voice. The idea of someone even mentioning such a thing was unbelievable, and it was arousing her. She'd felt sexual excitement before but she'd never experienced anything like this-this crazy hot throbbing up between her thighs; a heated moisture was wetly seeping from her responding vagina, but she couldn't stop it.

Suddenly, a sigh from Ellen brought her back to her senses.

"Oh, licccccccck ittttttttt, Andre! Tongue-kiss me down there! ' Cause I'm cummmmmm-mmmmminnnnnnnnnnggg!"

Suddenly, Ellen jerked up wildly on the chaise, her long hair spilling in bright crimson flames over her whitely straining breasts. "I'm cummmmmming ... cumming ... Jesus Christ, I'm cummmmmmmingggg!" Ellen half-screamed, finally crooning off into a weird little wail as she choked and sputtered and writhed out her sexual satisfaction.

Jackie backed away from the window just as Andre was moving away from the exhausted redhead. She turned and stumbled blindly down the hall to her bedroom, totally stunned and more aroused than she'd ever been before in her young life.

Once in her room, she flicked on a small lamp and stretched out on the bed, pretending to be sleeping. That way she had an excuse if Andre or Ellen suspected someone had been watching. Besides, she couldn't have talked to Billy or anyone else while in her present wildly excited condition.

Images of Andre making love to her Aunt Ellen kept flicking through her mind, transposing themselves into pictures of her cousin Billy doing the same thing to her! In spite of herself, she was tempted to explore the ripe young curves of her body. She could feel herself throbbing excitedly down below as tiny pinpricks of salacious desire erupted between her thighs. Slowly, she slipped her fingers across her roundly formed breast and down her firm little belly to her tingling pussy. But her hand stopped there. If she touched her needing vagina, she'd be debasing herself. It was better-though painful-to wait patiently for her passion to subside, Jackie decided.

After she'd really settled down in bed, clothed in a blue shortie nightgown, she began worrying about what would happen if Uncle Mike found out about what she had just seen. She sat up for hours, waiting for him to come in and raise hell with Ellen and her lover, then finally she heard Andre leave and later on Mike's station wagon pulled in the driveway and he was lumbering upstairs.

Mike paused in the center of the living room. He could hear his wife in the kitchen-the radio was playing, and Ellen was stacking the dishwasher. He'd had a couple of Scotches before leaving from a late night at the office, and he stumbled in the darkness as he approached the stairs.

"Mike, is that you?" he heard Ellen's voice from the kitchen.

"Who else?"

"What're you doing?"

"Trying to get up the stairs. Did Andre leave?" They had an arrangement that he wouldn't speak directly of her affair. The important thing was that she didn't scandalize the community. Mike was more concerned about his law practice and his reputation than he was with Ellen's infidelity.

"I'm going to bed," he muttered.

"Sounds like you've had a few."

"The usual. I worked late. A couple of law-suits I got to catch up on."

"Oh," Ellen said.

It was sad, Mike thought, that their conversation now consited of a few spasmodically exchanged words and phrases. Mike had known about Andre Rocheleau and Ellen for some time. He tired to keep them out of sight-out of mind-since there wasn't much he could do about them, but lately the affair loomed so large that it confronted him head on. Ellen was completely taken up with the playboyish contractor, his fun-loving life style, his little MG, and he feared Ellen might soon ask him for a divorce.

"Well, I was wondering why you've been spending so much time in town," she said.

"Oh, it's a little complicated. How's Jackie?"

"She's fine," Ellen stood in the kitchen doorway, the sudden light illuminating her willowy body. "But sometimes I worry about her ... I bet she misses her father."

"Maybe." Mike doubted it.

With Jackie's arrival, he hoped to introduce a new stabilizing influence in his own household. In a way, it would be as if he and Ellen had had another child, and he hoped Ellen would feel more duty-bound with an extra kid around. If nothing else, Mike looked forward to seeing Jackie in the evenings. Her long white-blonde hair, her youthfully developed body, would counteract the unpleasantness of the affair between his wife and Andre.

"Mike? Are you all right?" Ellen began to move toward him.

"Oh, I'm fine. The kids in bed?"

He didn't wait for her answer, but turned heavily up the stairs.