That night, when they could finally be alone together, Mark and Stacy compared notes. She crept into his room when she was sure that her new parents had retired for the night. Mark grinned when he saw her.
"Well, Sis, how'd it go with Uncle Bill?" he asked eagerly.
Stacy wrinkled her pert turned-up nose. "I'm not sure," she said. "I don't know if you could call it a success or not. I got him really excited, and he went down on me, but he wouldn't fuck me. He said it was 'incest', that it was wrong."
Mark sighed. "Yeah," he said, "I had practically the same experience with Karen. She was hot, all right. I know she wanted it, but she wouldn't fuck. She gave inc that incest bullshit, too."
Stacy stamped her foot. "Well, I'm not satisfied," she said. "I want to ball him. He's got this huge cock, and I just have to have it."
"I'm not satisfied, either," said Mark. "Jesus, that woman has a gorgeous body. I want her every way I can have her. So, little sister, I guess all we can do is try harder. Tomorrow you try to get Bill out of the house, get him to take you somewhere where you can make out. That'll give me a chance with Karen."
Stacy grinned conspiratorially. "You're on," she said.
The next morning after breakfast, Mark was sent straight to the basement to get on with his cleaning, and Stacy had to wash the dishes. As she leaned over the steamy water, she sighed and brushed imaginery sweat from her forehead.
"What's the matter, dear?" said Karen. "You sound tired."
"Oh, I'm not tired, Aunt Karen," the girl said. "I'm just hot. I'm not used to living this far south, I guess. It sure would be great if there was a beach to go to."
"Well, there is," said Karen. "After you finish the chores, I could get Bill to take you. I'd go, too, only I have work to do."
Stacy refrained from laughing. Karen had fallen right into her trap. "Oh, that would be so far out, Aunt Karen," she said. "Thank you."
"I wonder if Mark would like to go, too?" said Karen.
"Oh, no," Stacy said quickly. "He hates to swim."
She finished the dishes as fast as she could and ran upstairs to put on her tiny red bikini. She grabbed a big beach towel and was ready to go. At the bottom of the stairs Bill was waiting for her, looking nervous and sheepish.
Stacy tried not to grin. She knew the poor bastard was eaten up with guilt, and that he was afraid to be alone with her. He was afraid he'd misbehave again. She sincerely hoped he would. That was the whole idea of this little jaunt to the beach.
"Well, so our swimming pool isn't enough for you?" he said nervously.
"I just want to get cool, Uncle Bill," said Stacy. "I hope you don't mind taking the time to drive me to the beach."
"Oh, no, that's all right," he said. "It's my day off. I can read the papers out there just as well as I can here."
Stacy didn't intend to leave him any time for reading the papers. On the way to the beach, however, she played it cool, acting childish and innocent. If she came on too soon, he'd panic and take her home. He seemed relieved when she didn't talk about yesterday's romp in her bedroom.
As they approached the beach they could see droves of suffers and people trying for suntans. "Oh, what a drag," said Stacy. "I wish there was a place we could be alone. I hate crowds."
"Me, too," said Bill. "That's why I hunted till I found my own secret spot. It's a little hard to get to, but if you don't mind some climbing, we can have the beach to ourselves."
Stacy readily agreed, and Bill drove to the top of a high rocky cliff. A hundred feet below they could see part of a little sandy cove, isolated from the rest of the beach by impassable cliffs. Bill helped Stacy climb down the cliff with the aid of a rope ladder he'd hidden there.
It was perfect. They couldn't be seen from the road or the beach. There wasn't another person in sight.
"Oh, this is wonderful, Uncle Bill," Stacy said happily.
"I hope you enjoy it, honey," he said. "I'll just read my papers, and you have a nice long swim."
He spread out a blanket and took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. He settled down with his newspapers. Stacy tapped her bare foot in the sand, wondering how to get his attention. This certainly wasn't the way she'd planned things.
"Uncle Bill," she said, "don't you want to come swimming, too?"
He looked up from his paper. "Well, honey, I'd like to," he said, "but I forgot to bring my suit." Stacy brightened. "You don't need a suit down here," she said. "No one can see US."
Bill blushed. It was true that this secret cove was safe for skinny-dipping, but he wondered if it would be proper to swim naked in front of his niece.
"Oh, come on, Uncle Bill," she said, grinning, "don't be shy. I mean, after all, I've seen you naked before."
That made him blush even harder. It was the first time Stacy had mentioned what happened yesterday – the shameful way he'd lost control of himself, eaten her pussy, let her jack him off. He felt terribly guilty about his behavior with that poor innocent little girl.
On the other hand, he really wanted to swim. The day was blistering hot, and he was dripping sweat. A dip in the cool ocean would feel great. Yesterday's shameful events need not be repeated, not if he kept himself under control.
"Well, okay," he said. "I guess it'll be all right."
Stacy hopped up and down with glee, her pert round tits bouncing furiously in her skimpy bikini bra. Bill tried not to notice. He got up and quickly shucked his pants, then dashed for the water. He didn't want to stand around naked in front of Stacy.
Stacy watched her handsome rugged uncle undress, and her body prickled with excitement when his pale limp cock flopped into view. Even without an erection his prick was huge. Today, she vowed, she was going to have that cock in her belly. He didn't know it, but he wasn't going to hold out on her this time.
Bill raced for the water, and Stacy watched hungrily as his long, limp cock bounced furiously and his big rosy nut sacs jiggled. Quickly she untied the strings of her bikini, tossed the suit aside, and streaked naked for the water, her round ripe bouncing wildly.
Bill turned and saw her, and for a moment he could only stare. She was so damned enticing. Her curvy little body, richly tanned, moved gracefully as she ran, her plump round jiggling, her long white-blonde hair flying. Against her deep tan, the platinum puff of her muff stood out like a target.
"You're not going to wear your suit?" he said uneasily.
"Nope," she said casually, "it's more fun without it. Come on, Uncle Bill, let's hit the water."
They dived into the surf, and for a while Bill forgot about the disturbing presence of his pretty naked niece. He enjoyed himself, splashing around, getting cool. Stacy swam out some distance, then paddled back.
When she was about ten feet away from him, she suddenly dove under the water. Bill thought nothing of it for a minute, but then he began to get anxious. Why hadn't she surfaced? Could she have been caught in an undertow?
He was looking anxiously at the spot where the girl had gone down, when he felt something brush his side. He damned near pissed himself, thinking, Shark! Then he saw that the "shark" had long blonde hair – Stacy was trying to sneak up on him under water.
He grinned, ready to duck her if she attacked. She circled behind him, then approached him again. Bill waited for some childish trick like a pinch in the ass or an attempt to knock him off his feet.
Instead she floated lazily up to him and gabbed his cock.
"Hey!" Bill yelped.
He certainly hadn't expected that. Stacy bobbed up, grinning, her little fist tight around his long pale limp dick. She stood facing him, very close, her sweet little tits pointed and firm from the cold water.
"Surprise," she said, giving his meat a mischievous squeeze.
"Surprise yourself," said Bill, giving her a hearty shove.
She went down all right, but unfortunately she didn't let go of his dick. Bill was forced to fall with her or receive a most painful injury. They splashed into about four feet of water, Stacy giggling, Bill gasping.
"Dammit, let go," he sputtered.
"Uh-uh," Stacy laughed. "I've got you now, Uncle Bill. You'll have to go wherever I go."
Damn her, anyhow, she didn't realize what she was doing. It was just a childish game to her, but to Bill it was an evil and dangerous sport. He could get unbearably aroused. She simply didn't understand how she was arousing him. Or did she?
Bill followed helplessly as Stacy led him into deeper water, keeping a firm grip on his doughy, pale prick. When the water was up to her chin, she stopped and stood there facing him, rhythmically squeezing and pumping his meat. Her other hand slipped under his hairy balls and began massaging them.
"Stacy, cut it out," Bill said. "I told you yesterday, we can't do things like that. It's just not right."
"Aw, come off it, Uncle Bill," she laughed. "You know you dig it. And if we both like it, who's it hurting?"
"Stacy, you're just too young for this sort of thing," Bill said with exasperation. "I told you it's wrong, and that's all I'm going to say. Let go."
Stacy gripped his cock more firmly. She was pouting. "I want to play with you," she said. "I want to do more fun things, like we did yesterday."
There was only one thing to do. Bill reached around behind her, feeling the firm little rounds of her butt, and goosed her sharply.
"Hey," Stacy yelped, letting go of his cock.
Bill turned away and swiftly marched out of the water. He lay down on the blanket and covered his crotch with a newspaper. Stacy stood in the water frowning at him.
"You finish your swim, Stacy," he said firmly, "and then well go home." He lay back and closed his eyes.
Stacy fumed. What was the matter with the guy, anyway? She'd never been rejected before. It only made her more determined than ever to seduce her handsome uncle. By God, he wasn't going to turn her down.
She swam for awhile, cooling her temper, making her plans. She was determined not to leave that beach without getting laid, but the question was how to change her uncle's mind. His middle-class hangups might be silly, but they were also strong. He seemed dead set against making love to her.
Maybe if she reasoned with him, won him over to her point of view… Stacy walked slowly up the beach to where her uncle was lying on the blanket. He was on his back, his eyes closed, a newspaper draped discreetly over his lap. His broad hairy chest moved up and down slowly. Stacy saw that he was asleep.
She grinned wickedly. This was her chance.
Quietly, carefully, Stacy knelt down on the blanket beside her dozing uncle and removed the paper from his lap. His long pale prick was completely limp, lying sleepily on his thigh. His rosy dark-furred balls were limp, too, resting in his crotch. His legs were slightly parted.
Stacy felt hot excitement in her pussy. It'd been two days now since she'd been balled, and she was more than ready. She eyed Bill's long thick rod, remembering how huge it looked when it was hard. Her aroused cunt leaked a hot trickle of juice. Oh, Jesus, she just had to have him…
There was only one way to do it, and that was to get him so hot and horny that he couldn't resist her. All her kinky experience at the movies would come in handy now. She was an expert at arousing men, but she'd never met a case as difficult as her Uncle Bill.
She bent low beside him, her pert nose almost touching his limp milky-white cock. She eased her little pink tongue down onto his faintly pulsing rod and just let it rest there, feeling the inner heat of his sleepy prick. She was going to have to make her move just right.
Very slowly and carefully Stacy ran her slick tongue up her uncle's flaccid dick till she was tasting the faintly salty head of his long thick cock. She opened her lips with great care, licking them, making them slick, and then gently fitted them around the big knobby dark red head of his prick.
She waited, but Bill didn't stir. So far so good. She began to close her lips around the fat hard head of his prick. When her lips were gripping his meat firmly, she began to suck his long, doughy cock into her mouth. She did it very very slowly and gently, so as not to wake him.
About this time Bill began to feel it, but he didn't realize what it was. He was asleep, and he was only vaguely aware of a very pleasant, warm, wet sensation around the glans of his cock. A smile crept over his face, but he didn't wake up.
Stacy sucked more and more of her uncle's long limp dick into her mouth. She was breathing harder and faster now, her saliva pooling thickly, for she loved sucking cock, always getting very excited when she did it. She forced herself to be slow and gentle, though, not wanting him to wake yet.
"Ummm," Bill murmured.
Whatever it was, it felt great. Half-asleep, he felt his limp meat easing into, something slick and wet and fiery hot. He mumbled his pleasure, stirred a little, but still didn't guess what was happening. The hot sun made him loggy, and he drifted back to sleep.
Stacy kept up her slow discreet sucking motion, till at last she had his whole flaccid cock in her mouth, right down to his wiry haired balls. She stopped to catch her breath. Now came the most delicate step of all. She had to get him hard before he woke up and stopped her. It wasn't going to be easy.
"Uhhhh!" Bill moaned.
His cock was being sucked, sucked very hard and fast. At first he thought he was dreaming, but the dream was just too damned good, the stinging pleasure in his cock and balls too real. Drowsy from the heat, he couldn't come awake very fast. He moaned as pleasure melted his loins, and he felt his cock going hard.
Stacy creamed heavily down her thighs when she felt her uncle's prick leaping into erection in her mouth. She'd succeeded – he had a rampant hard-on, and he wasn't awake yet. She kept up her powerful wet sucking, her mouth stuffed almost to bursting with his huge hard fat prick.
Bill's eyes flickered open. He looked sleepily down at his lap where a girl's blonde head was bobbing furiously. What the hell…? Coming out of that deep sleep, it took him a moment to understand who she was and what was happening.
Meanwhile his cock, achingly hard and swollen, was responding hungrily to her expert hard sucking. His glans swelled up tight and began to drool thick salty juice. His balls ballooned up to their full size, taut and ready. He was powerfully horny, aching to come.
At last he got his head clear, realizing that his mischievous little niece Stacy was sucking his cock. Where in hell had a teenage girl learned to do that? Dammit, she was like a pro!
"Stacy," he gasped, "stop that. You know what I said."
Her answer was to swallow half of his cock, taking it deep into her throat. She'd learned to do that in her adventures at the movies, but she reserved it for very special cases. She figured Uncle Bill was a special case indeed.
"Ahhhhh," Bill moaned.
He'd never felt anything like it. Her slick hot throat closed around the upper half of his erect dick, squeezing him deliciously. He moaned and fell back on the towel, gasping. Fierce pleasure rocked his body. Vaguely he wondered, again, where a teenage girl had learned tricks like this.
"Ummm," Stacy murmured.
She was very excited. She could see the effect she was having on her handsome uncle. He lay limp and gasping as she vigorously sucked his swollen meat, his face flushed, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
"S-Stacy," he stammered, "you better stop. Not right…"
She paid no attention. She went on sucking powerfully on his long rigid prick until it began to drool big gobs of cream that trickled down her throat. No man had ever turned her down before, and she was determined that Bill would not be the exception.
"Honey, don't," he panted. "Could get us into trouble."
Stacy would have laughed if her mouth hadn't been stuffed with cock. Trouble? That's exactly what she wanted, all the delicious trouble that went with love-making. Only she didn't call it trouble. She called it fun.
Bill's mind whirled. He wanted desperately to prolong this wonderful moment, to make love to his luscious little niece. No one would see them, no one would know. Obviously the girl wanted it. She wasn't without experience, either. No innocent child would know how to give a professional blow job.
But she was his daughter, and she was terribly young. He would have to live with her, face her every day, and read his awful guilt in her knowing eyes. He didn't know if he could handle that. Damn it all, what a dilemma!
Stacy could tell he was wavering, and she renewed her efforts, sucking ravenously on his hugely thick, drooling cock. She mustn't fail. Both her pride and her need were involved. She felt hot pussy juice dripping down her thighs, she wanted him so badly.
"Awww, Christ," Bill whined, "you gotta stop…"
In spite of his protests, Stacy could tell he was close to coming. He was beginning to pump his hips helplessly, fucking the silky lining of her throat. His voice was hoarse, his eyes nearly crossed with pleasure.
Yes, she had to stop now, but not for the reasons he gave. She didn't want him to come in her mouth. She wanted to keep his arousal at a high pitch till she could get his gorgeous big rod in her cunt. She let his huge saliva-soaked cock slip from her mouth.
"Jesus H. Christ," Bill sighed. "I'm glad you stopped, honey. Like I told you, it just isn't right for a father and daughter to – HEY."
While he was talking, Stacy deftly straddled him, getting her dripping wet pussy right over the huge purple knob of his cock-head. She started to let herself down on it, wedging the fat drooling glans into the steamy little pit of her cunt-mouth.
"Stacy, for God's sake, no," Bill yelped.
He reached for her, but he was too late. The grinning little girl sat down hard, impaling herself on his thick hard rod which was standing straight up in his lap. She ground her hips downward, taking his meat swiftly up her greedy hot little Stacy squealed. "Yeah…"
Bill felt his achingly swollen dick slicing up the tightest, sweetest box he'd ever entered. Her teenage cunt was narrow and gripping, yet slick with abundant juice. She was fiery hot inside, and her powerful young cunt muscles sucked him swiftly up to her womb.
"Awwww," Bill bawled, "Stacy… Jesus, you better stop… Can't help myself…"
It was true. He could no longer bring himself to protest or to push her away. It just felt too damned good. He forgot about incest, forgot about infidelity, forgot everything but the fiery nipping wet sheath of her cunt around his erect and aching meat.
"It's all right, Uncle Bill," Stacy cooed. "Nobody will know. Let's have fun. Stop worrying, and just ball me, okay?"
Bill looked dizzily at her. Her innocent face was twisted into a horny leer, her big blue eyes bright and excited. Hell, she was no virgin. His cock had entered her too easily, and her manner was too professional. If other men had fucked her, why not him?
She didn't wait for a reply. She began working her slim hips, bouncing up and down on the thick throbbing impalement of his huge cock. Her little pink tongue nipped in and out, licking her lips, and she squealed and moaned her pleasure.
"Oooo, yeah, that's good," she cried. "Come on, Uncle Bill, get with it… move… Fuck meee…"
Bill gave up. God knows he'd tried to prevent this, done all he could to show her it was wrong. She'd gone ahead anyhow. Hell, she was practically raping him. He might as well enjoy it, and worry about the consequences later.
He reached up and gripped her firm little waist, holding her still, and began to fuck her. He pounded his hard drooling cock in and out of her slick juicy box, thoroughly enjoying himself now. She gasped with delight, and her cute little tits bounced crazily.
"Oh, wow, YEAH," she squealed. "That's it, Uncle Bill… Ball me hard, fast… Oooooo, yessss."
Her cream flooded out, hot and steamy, to drench his crotch. Her whole enticing body flushed a mottled pink of hot arousal. Her blue eyes fluttered and rolled. She might be only a teenager, but her body was mature and experienced.
"Honey," Bill gasped, "You're the sweetest thing I've fucked in years… So hot and tight…"
Stacy grinned wickedly at him. "You're a fantastic lay, too, Uncle Bill," she panted. "Your cock's sooo big… Man, it feels great…"
She wasn't lying. Her uncle's cock dwarfed most of the others she'd seen and played with. His gross thickness felt terrific in her ever-hungry little twat. She kept her legs well spread, letting him stuff and ream her thoroughly, letting him jab his huge dick all the way to her womb.
"Yeah, yeah, do it to me," she whined. "You're making me come, Uncle Bill… Oh, yeah, it's so good… Ohhhhh…"
As she came, Bill felt her tiny, tight twat gripping him, contracting, squeezing him so tiercely that he almost came. He howled with delight but managed not to climax. He meant to fuck this sexy little chick till she was bow legged. Now that he'd committed himself, he might as well get as much as he could.
Stacy was delighted when her uncle kept on fucking her, making her come again and again. She'd never met a man who could last so long. He was really a super lay, and she was never going to let him go, never let him refuse her again.
At last Bill gave a hoarse moan and began to shoot his load into her narrow nipping box. Stacy shivered with pleasure as she took it. It overflowed her little-girl cunt and out on the towel beneath them. She sighed as she felt his huge cock going limp at last.
"Oh, Uncle Bill," she said, slipping off his lap, "that was such a terrific fuck. We can do it again, can't we? You won't say no to me any more?"
Bill eyed her with a mixture of longing and guilt. He sure as hell wanted to go on balling her, but what about Karen, his wife? What about the fact that Stacy was his adopted daughter?
"Honey, I don't know," he said. "I'll have to think about it."
Stacy frowned but said nothing. It didn't matter what he thought. She was going to have him, and that was that.