It happened again. The sounds from the nest room were very faint at first, just barely audible mewling and moaning, joined by the muted creak of bedsprings and hard breathing. Daddy was back in the saddle! I knew this was going to happen. Quickly I slipped out of my bed and took the stethoscope Max had given me from the drawer. I pressed it against the wall and listened closely. "Oooooohhh Frank, it's so hard!" I heard my mother groan. She sounded helpless with pleasure, and the very tone of her voice made my belly contract. "Yes Frank-oh dear me yes, that's very nice, aaaaahhhhh deeper!" My mother enjoyed sex in a very verbal way, I thought. Daddy never said a word, he merely grunted and panted. She provided the running commentary: "To the left-that's the way! Oh God, I love it when you come in that way! Yes darling, go ahead-a little longer now and then I want you to pull out and put it in my mouth. I want to suck your big cock. I want to swallow you whole!"
It couldn't be a coincidence. Each time my friends visited. Daddy screwed Ma, and he did it long and hard. For the rest of the time the adjoining bedroom was quiet. Now it was shaking from the powerful thrusts. I pulled a chair over and stood on it to get at the ventilator built high into the dividing wall. Slats allowed me to peer through into the next room, but not much more. I could make out flesh tones and I could hear them very plainly now, but there was nothing specific. In the past I had left it at that, but for some reason I was driven to see more this time around.
I jumped down and fetched a screwdriver from the toolbox in the bathroom. My hands trembled as I worked at the screws on the ventilator plate. They were clogged and stuck due to several layers of paint. The sounds of passion were rising to a crescendo. Quickly, quickly! One screw came undone, a second! The third gave me trouble but finally it gave up, too. The fourth refused to budge so I wrenched the plate to one side and got at the slats. They creaked as I pushed them apart, but by this time my parents were so far gone I could have burst through the wall without them noticing.
At last! I saw my father naked, on top of my mother, who had her nightie pushed up over her tits and looked as though she was about to expire. Her face was flushed and sweaty, as was his, and her hands clawed at his back as he labored to drive his penis deep in between her legs. I felt dizzy, and instinctively I clutched at my own pussy as if to calm it. "Oh Frank!" cried my mother, muffling herself in the hollow of his neck as her limbs wrapped themselves about his body. "Oh Jesus, that feels fine! Harder now, deeper, God you're hard as a rock! Yes, yes, I'm coming all over the place! WoooooohhhhAHAhAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEE!!!" She couldn't hold it in anymore; a scream erupted and it pushed her head back so that it could come out unhampered.
"Keep quiet!" hissed my father, stroking, stroking, driving his big cock into my mother's body. He had his hands under her ass and supported himself by leaning into the pillows, and his cheeks flexed like two powerful muscles with every thrust I felt very strange indeed. My pussy was wet, and the hand that clutched at it caught each drop that oozed out from between my labia. But I hadn't seen anything yet. Suddenly he pulled out and his cock reared up in the air as shiny as an oiled piston, thick, throbbing, with low balls dangling down, and right away my mother's mouth flew open and she shifted down between his straddling thighs to clamp her lips about his knob. The shock nearly threw me off the chair but I hung on grimly and squeezed my pussy till it dripped like an over-saturated sponge. My mother seemed to be having trouble accommodating him. Her mouth was stretched to the utmost and she breathed in noisily through her nose. But more of his cock slipped into her face, inch by inch, and as it disappeared my father's face grew more flushed. His eyes were half-closed and his fingers dug into the flesh of Ma's arms as if he was in some sort of agony, and when she managed to take all of his enormous tool down her throat he let his head hang back and he lowed like a bull!
My knees were trembling so badly that the chair rocked from side to side. I had never seen anything like this. The sounds had made me imagine certain kinds of behavior but my imagination was tame compared with reality! Why would my mother take Dad's tool into her mouth? Her hips were still undulating passionately and if her cunt felt anything like mine she would certainly want him back in there. I felt a burning emptiness down in my belly, a fiery vacuum, and whenever Daddy's dick slid back out of my mother's face I knew it would take that king-size cock to put the fires out. It was all so confusing. In a way his dick frightened me because it looked as if it would open me as a can opener rips open a can. And yet, on a level below consciousness, I desired that hunk of meat more than anything in the world!
"Now get on top of me," said Dad as he withdrew his shiny weapon from her mouth and rolled over on his back. Ma was beaming. She couldn't wait to squat over his cock. Her hand reached down and held his dick up straight so that her pussy could sink down over it, and when it did the relief expressed itself in a heartfelt sigh and a whimper of ecstasy. I felt it, I swear I did! For a moment my cunt went still and it was cool inside, it felt fulfilled, and I thought the worst was over. But no, as soon as Ma began to bob up and down over his dick the fires burst out again hotter than before. I was going crazy with frustration. It was hard to breathe and harder to stay upright; all I could do was hang on to my cunt with one hand and to the chair with the other.
Ma ended up lying flush on top of Dad, her big soft buttocks wriggling as she worked her cunt up and down his dick, and she climaxed with sharp shocks that coursed through her body and eventually drained her. That's when Dad rolled them both over and plowed into her for the finale. It was difficult to keep my eyes focused. Sweat poured out of my body. I felt wobbly and queer, and I was rubbing my pussy in time with his salvo of deep thrusts. Rubbing my cunt, I found, was peculiarly enjoyable. I started to do it more consciously and found that tiny storms of tingles ran out into my body from within my pussy, breaking loose and spreading until my whole belly was alive. It felt as though someone had injected live Alka-Seltzer under my skin-it tickled and burned and felt delicious. Daddy came with a loud grunt and my mother squealed, but I was no longer interested. I had discovered a new game.
The ventilator panel could wait. For the moment I cared for nothing but my new game. Gingerly I got off the chair and tottered over to the bed where I made myself comfortable and continued to rub my pussy. Delicious! One spot in particular responded to this treatment, a hard little knob in which all the pleasure nerves seemed to be concentrated. But it was a sensitive little thing. I soon found that I couldn't rub it too hard for too long or it would get sore. But not for long. It was a forgiving little thing, too. One finger was enough. I pressed it in between my cunt lips, which seemed much fuller than usual, and rotated it over the knob gently, stopping only to wet it now and then from the plentiful supply of juice trickling out of my pussy. Inadvertently one of my hands brushed along one of my breasts and the nipple stood up and twanged like an antenna. I touched it some more and found it was just as sensitive as the nipple in my pussy!
The tingling sensation spread throughout my belly, my ass, down the insides of my thighs and had gone up all the way to my breasts, when I began to panic. This couldn't be right. It felt too good, it was bound to damage me and then my parents would know what I had been doing! Oh, but it was so nice! I twisted and turned in frustration as I tried to make myself stop it. Surely it wouldn't do any real damage, nothing permanent! But how was I to know for sure? With a real effort I wrenched my arms away from my body and clung to the sides of the bed. My chest heaved and I was trembling but eventually the pleasure subsided and I was left with a faint nagging that I could ignore.
The first thing I did was replace the ventilation cover. I could see my parents walk into my room and notice my spy hole. They'd kill me! But before I put the screws in I took one last look. They were still naked, smoking quietly, the bedclothes were on the floor, and they looked very pleased with themselves. But then a third person entered the picture. It was Evert! I couldn't believe my eyes. Didn't my mother care that he was seeing her in the nude? Evert carried a tray with coffee and a snack, which he set down next to the bed. He picked the bedclothes off the floor and made the bed with my parents in it, but he turned down the covers so that their genitals were exposed to his view again. I couldn't understand what was happening, He left the room but soon came back with Ma's "device.'' She hadn't told me what it was for, but the hot water bottle with the long hose often hung in the bathroom as if to dry. Evert hung the rubber bottle on a hook high on the wall, clipped the nozzle to its side so that the contents wouldn't run out, and fetched a large pan. When Ma lifted up for him he pushed the pan under her ass, took the nozzle in one hand and pinched the hose shut with the other, and bent over to insert the nozzle into her cunt.
"Thank you, Evert, that's very good," said Ma, as if he had just refilled the marmalade container. Fluid dripped out of her cunt now and Evert squeezed the bag occasionally to put more pressure on her. Dad, in the meantime, poured himself a cup of coffee and sipped at it absently. I couldn't watch any longer. My trembling fingers managed to get the screws back into place and I went back to bed hoping that sleep would claim me immediately. No such luck. My body felt as though it had been given an electric shock. It couldn't settle down. Just the thought of Evert inserting that nozzle with his strong black fingers, bending over my mother's nude loins, and Daddy sitting by and doing nothing… well, it affected me deeply, even if I didn't know which way. Evert and I were good friends but he had never been indiscrete with me, nor had he ever entered the bathroom or my room when I was in a state of undress. I had seen him taking a leak one time but that scene had been erased from my memory.
Or had it? I tried to dive into sleep to avoid the vivid picture of his thick black cock, the strong stream of piss coming out of it, and the impression his cock made on my whole body. There was so much else to think about! Why did I have to bother with Daddy's batman? But how could they let Evert into their bedroom like that? I couldn't understand it.
When it became clear that I wouldn't be able to get to sleep I got up and went downstairs for a snack. It was a warm evening so I had on only my nightie, a short, flimsy little thing that I'd had for years but hadn't grown with me. Daddy often teased me about it, saying that it covered less than it revealed. Ma, on the other hand, had suggested that since I was sixteen I should concern myself with modesty. "You've got things to hide now, my dear," she had said, "and those things seem to be getting bigger every day," But I liked my old nightie and nothing could make me part with it.
Still, when I found Evert sitting in the kitchen, I became acutely aware of how little the garment actually covered. I hadn't expected him to be there. Usually he was in his own room by this time. But perhaps the affair with my folks had disturbed him, too. He sat at the table and brooded over a cup of coffee. His uniform coat had been unbuttoned and his tie hung loose. As I entered the kitchen I felt myself blushing all over. I couldn't turn back now, even though I knew the lower parts of my buns were showing.
"Oh, Miss Renee," said Evert, snapping out of his mulling. "How you all doing, honey? What is you're looking for there?"
"I thought I'd nibble on a carrot or something," I said, and right away the blood flooded to my cheeks again. Evert nodded and stood up to take out a carrot from the fridge. He was a powerfully built man, tall, strong enough to snap me in half. He offered to heat some milk for me. "No, thanks." I sat at the table opposite him. "What's the matter, Evert, you look depressed."
"Do I? Yeah, well a man gets to thinking sometimes," He said. "But when you're a corporal in a general's house it don't pay to say too much about it, you understand."
"I guess so." It was strange to see him so moody. "You can talk about it with me if you want, though. I know how to keep a secret,"
"No, I'd better be hitting the sack," said Evert. He stood up again and stretched. Muscles rippled under his clothes, his barrel chest bulged for a moment, and his trousers stretched tautly over his lap to outline a cock the size of which defied my imagination. I saw it but I couldn't believe it. Then the stretch was over and his clothing hung too loose to give anything away. "See you in the morning, baby," he said.
"See you, Evert." He went into his small room with a bed and a wardrobe, a TV set and a bunch of magazines. That was Evert's life. I began to wonder what else he did. How did he feel about inserting that douche into my mother's pussy? Was that what had depressed him? I turned off the kitchen light but I didn't go back upstairs. The whole night was so strange! In all the years I had lived with my folks and Evert it had never occurred to me to spy on them, well, not to this extent Yet now I couldn't see enough of what they did with their privacy.
I closed the kitchen door and walked up the stairs, but as soon as I reached the head of the stairs I tiptoed back down and slipped out through the front door to walk around to the back of the house. Evert's window looked out over the lawn and the flowerbeds there. A slight breeze ruffled my nightie and caressed the gap between my upper thighs. I shivered and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. His light wasn't on but the blue glow of the television drew me closer. Evert was lying on his bed, his head propped up by a couple of pillows, and he was watching a late night talk show. That was all.
I was disappointed but stayed at the window just the same. In a way it was exciting to observe another human being who didn't know he was being observed. I watched as he drew on his cigarette and let the smoke rose from his slack lips, watched as he negligently scratched himself, watched closely as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. What a torso that man had! The muscles rippled and ran with every movement^ and when he lay still again the thick ridges of his abdominal muscles remained intact. I could only see down to his waistband that was enough to make me break out into another sweat. The eerie light cast out by the TV accentuated his muscles, as well as the bulge in his pants. He scratched himself there while I was looking at it and I clutched at my pussy again. What was wrong with me?
Evert reached over to the ashtray and stubbed out his cigarette, then undid the buckle of his belt, got up, and stepped out of his pants. I ducked down under the window sill but kept peering over the edge at that big bulge in his briefs. He took them off, too, but he had his back to me as he did it. I waited until he reclined again, and moved to the far side of the window to get a look at it. Damn, his cock was big! It lay like a sleeping snake over his left thigh, draped there as if the snake had just swallowed a pig. But then it stirred. I looked at the TV and saw a sex symbol walking on camera to be interviewed. Apparently she met with Evert's approval because he took his cock in hand and began to rub it very slowly, massaging it until it stood fully erect. I gasped in a mixture of fear and awe. He was bigger than Daddy by an inch or two and he was much thicker. How could any woman take so much cock into her body? Evert would never be able to make love to a virgin like me. I had put my finger up there once and it had barely fitted!
His fist closed around the lower section of his thick shaft and he moved it up and down so that his foreskin slid along the helmet-shaped knob. The mighty dick was silhouetted against the TV screen, just off to one side from the sex symbol and the combination had me secreting enough juice to fill a cup! I was fascinated by his solitary lovemaking. My nose pressed against the window. If he had turned around at any time during his session he would have seen me for sure. And then what would have happened?
I couldn't begin to imagine. He was so big and so strong that he would crush me if he were to lie on top of me the way Dad had done to Ma. Bolts of fear and other, more mysterious, emotions flashed through me. The big black fist slithered up and down along the towering phallus, hypnotizing me and making me feel warm all around my pubic region. For some reason he stopped, and I was left suspended in my frustration until he got back to it. But first he took a bottle and poured some of its contents into his fist. He seemed to be gripping his cock more tightly when he took hold of it again, and he moved his hips more as if to fuck his fist. The window was open just a crack and through that I could hear sopping, squelching noises that closely resembled the sounds that come from between my mother's legs when Daddy had made love to her.
Now I knew what was going on in Evert's mind. He was imagining a pussy, tight and oily like mine, and while he fantasized about fucking one I had to clutch at mine all alone. Life was strange. I wanted to leave, to go to bed and to pull the covers over my head, but I couldn't leave, not just yet. I wanted to see how it would end. Would he simply grow bored with the repetitive movement? Or would he grunt like Daddy?
The climax came quite suddenly. I was staring at the swollen knob when a squirt of fluid darted out, described an arc through the air, and landed back on his belly. It gave me a start, but more came, thick dollops of it flew out at first but the following ones bubbled to the top and slid down along his knob and his fingers. His fist kept moving for a while but when he stopped coming he stopped rubbing himself. He let go of his cock and it fell back, limp and heavy, to take a breather among the puddle of bluish-white stuff. A minute later he turned the TV off and it was too dark to see anything. I crept back to the front of the house and up the stairs, holding my breath the whole way in case someone heard me. Only when I was back in my room with the door closed did I give in to the tumult of emotions churning about inside me.
"Holy shit!" I gasped, expelling all the pent-up fears and stale air in one gust. I rolled over on my belly and rested my face on the cool pillows to ease the fever burning in my cheeks. It was all too mysterious, too enticing, and too frightening A muddle of images ran past my mind's eye, composed of cocks high and low, dangling balls, ecstatic grimaces, squelching pussies, flesh, hair, sheets, and douches, and any one of the images would have been enough to keep me awake in febrile tension for the rest of the night. I tried rubbing my pussy again but that little knob was too sore and swollen. There was nothing for it but to lie still and wait for the sandman.
Daddy stood in front of the bathroom mirror clad only in his boxer shorts and T-shirt. I leaned against the hallway wall and watched him shave. When he made his first appearance his face looked stubbly and rumpled, but after applying hot lather and removing it with a safety razor, his face emerged shining and clean… and quite beautiful. That square jaw, the strong nose and stubborn mouth, his steel grey eyes and his full head of silver hair, all worked to make him into the ideal image of a Brigadier General. When he had dried his face he turned his gaze to me, serious for a moment, winked gravely, and turned back to the mirror to put the finishing touches to his modest moustache and his bushy eyebrows. I changed position so I could watch him dress. "What's up, Renee?" he said suddenly.
"Huh? Oh, nothing Daddy. I was just thinking how good you look."
"Do I? Very good of you to say that." A curt nod, the flicker of a smile, that's as far as he would ever unwind. "Is the car outside yet, Evert?"
"Sir," said Evert. Of course it was. Daddy was notorious for wanting everything to be perfect. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched him do the final turn in front of the mirror. Yes, he was satisfied, I could tell by the momentary crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Then, with military bearing, he marched up to me, pecked me on the forehead, and went downstairs to begin his day. Evert was right behind him to open doors and chauffeur the car. There was nothing left for me to do but to get under the shower and head for school.
Ma had breakfast waiting for me. She looked mellow that morning, just as she always did after Daddy had made love to her. Apparently she didn't realize that there was a pattern to his attacks. I couldn't be sure but I suspected that Daddy got turned on by one of my friends. I even thought I knew which one it was. He was friendly to Janet and virtually ignored the others. Well, if Ma didn't see it, I'd be the last to open her eyes to it.
"What's going to happen with that warehouse?" asked Ma as I bolted my breakfast.
"I dunno. Mrs. Morrow said her husband's going to press some of the enlisted men into cleaning the place out. But the floor is terrible." It was hard to look my mother in the eye after what I'd witnessed the previous evening.
"The floor? What could be the matter with that?"
"Well, it's concrete and it's soaked in oil. It bounces very badly, and besides, if you fell you could really do some damage. We're going to have to get a proper one installed before we can use the place." The words came out one by one, reluctantly, and I kept my eyes on my plate. Ma didn't notice, but then there was a lot that she let pass her by. All I really wanted to ask her was what Evert had been summoned for. Surely she could have inserted the nozzle by herself!
"I'm sure you and Mrs. Morrow will work it out. You're such a pair of go-getters," sighed Ma.
Mrs. Morrow had told us all to think up plans for raising the money necessary to get a new floor and baskets, and I hadn't even spared it a single thought. Since I was the captain of the team they'd all be looking to me to come up with something particularly smart. Basketball was my life! I talked it, dreamed it? lived it… but now I found myself struggling to take an interest in the whole deal. We had a game that evening and we would have to play it in the men's gym. That was unpleasant. The enlisted men liked to sit around and watch us not because they were basketball fans but because they liked to see Eva's big tits bounce about But it would do for the time being. We would worry about Janet, raising money later.
Marcie, Louise, and Eva were already in their seats when I walked into the classroom, and the lesson was on the way so there was no chance to talk. Normally I took some interest in the proceedings at school but the day had been shot before it got started. The previous evening had the aura of a vivid dream, an enticing nightmare, but it continued to prey on my mind just the same. One lesson followed another, part of the same monotonous blur. It wasn't till lunch time that I started to wake up to what was going on around me.
We met in the school cafeteria and Mrs. Farley Morrow joined us soon after. She was our coach, the prime mover behind our team, and she was determined to get us set up in our own indoor facilities. Playing outdoors had been a mixed affair since Eva's tits had started to develop in earnest, and using the enlisted men's gym was good only when they were all out on bivouacs and on the range. So she had bullied her husband, Lt. Col. Morrow, into giving her G-17, a big warehouse on the edge of the base, right behind the mothballed equipment storage area. The lighting was good, the space was adequate, but that goddamned floor would never do. "Well. I'm sure all you girls have devised brilliant money-raising schemes," Farley said brightly. "Let's hear them. Renee?"
"Well… " My mind raced in ever-widening circles looking for a clue. Something Daddy had said struck me as relevant. He had had a paper round as a boy and he prided himself on having been such an industrious lad. "We could work for the money," I said shyly.
"Work?" The girls looked at me as if I had betrayed them.
"Yes, you know, do odd jobs, mow lawns and stuff like that." It sounded lame even as I put the idea forward, and the only reason no one laughed at me was that they couldn't come up with anything better.
"Well, I don't know how far that will take us," said Eva after it had become clear that no other bright ideas were about to be tossed into the ring. "How much could the five of us make that way? A few dollars here, a few there, and by the time we get enough money we'll be married with half a dozen kids!"
"You might be, dear," Farley said sweetly, "but I'm sure the others will hold off for a few weeks. Okay, girls, we'll work. But we'll also start up a few other projects, such as a raffle, a garage sale, a benefit concert of some kind, and if we put our all into it I'm sure we'll get there, For now, why don't you all go have your lunch and rest up for the game tonight. In the meantime I'll scout around for some new notions."
Before I was ready for it we were on the big beautiful basketball court in the men's gym facing our opposition, and then there was nothing more to think about. We played hard, so did the opposition. Right near the end the score was tied at 68-68, a few seconds left on the clock, and Eva managed to get hold of the ball, I ran towards the basket, she threw it and I caught it and jumped with it as high as I could to loft the ball neatly through the hoop. The whistle blew and the game was ours!
My favorite part of the game came right after it had finished, at least when we had won it. The congratulations, the hands squeezing my arm, all us girls linking arms and hugging on the way to the locker room, and that warm sensation at the pit of my stomach, that deep, tingling satisfaction which nothing else could bring me, that's what made those minutes beautiful. We stripped and jumped under the hot showers, and stood there reveling in our victory. The other team looked downcast at first but as our triumphant mood faded, so theirs picked up. And when we were all dressed again we were just a handful o{girls together, chatting and giggling, and pairing off. When a team visited the base they were always billeted at the houses of our girls, and on this evening I drew Annie, a little, bright-eyed girl with close-cropped black hair and a boyish figure. She had been very fast for the whole game and she professed to be tired now that it was all over. But we got talking and before long going to sleep was the furthest thing from our minds.
Annie was the same age as me and she wasn't much more experienced. As our conversation became more and more frank, she confessed that she was still a virgin and that she had a lot of fantasies about boys. "But the man I like best of all," she whispered, lying close to me in my bed, "is my uncle, Jack. Don't tell anyone this, will you, Renee? It's my darkest secret and I'm telling it to you only because I have to tell someone."
"You can trust me," I said. My heart beat faster at the mention of her uncle and I felt as if my lungs were operating at half power. "What did he do to you?"
"Nothing really." Annie frowned, and that made her look all the cuter. "It's just that… well, it all began when I was really little. He was always my favorite, he'd bring me comics and candy and he always played with me. But a year ago something really strange happened and since then I haven't been able to get him off my mind."
"Tell me about it!" I urged her, squeezing her arm to hurry her up.
"Okay. Uncle Jack was staying over at our house for the weekend-he often did that-and as usual he slept in the guest room which is right next to mine. Sunday morning the whole family sleeps late and so do I, but on that Sunday I woke up early and I felt so energetic that I made some breakfast for my uncle and brought the papers up to his room as a surprise. I've never done that for anyone else, you know. Well, Jack really appreciated my gesture. He ate the breakfast and insisted that I sit on the side of his bed as he did so. And I watched him enjoy it and my whole body felt warm and nice. You know that feeling? It's like something fizzing right in your belly and the bubbles are spreading to every part of you. When he was done with the food I cleared the tray away and put the paper on his bed. He told me to read the funnies with him, so I sat with my back against the pillows and my legs drawn up, leaning against his shoulder, and that fizzing sensation got worse and worse. I loved the smell of his body, the aroma of tobacco and sweat and coffee. And his pajama top was open to show his chest and stomach. Oh Renee, he's got such a great body! There's a little clump of hair in the middle of his chest but for the rest he's smooth and tanned, and his stomach has these thick ridges, of muscle that make you want to touch them!" She shivered and I shivered. It was warm, yet I felt a chill run the full length of my body. I saw the whole picture, I was there!
Annie talked on, slowly, dreamily, and since she was so far away I allowed myself the luxury of slipping one hand in between my legs. My pussy felt so strange, so moist, and in such a turmoil, that I wanted to reassure it. It felt different, more swollen somehow, and the touch of my hand made it ache for more.
"I don't know what came over me," said Annie softly. "I could have sat next to him for hours, days, just bubbling and all that, but suddenly I got this impulse to tease him. So I grabbed the funny pages out of his hands and spread them out over his face. Silly, isn't it? He joined right in, paying me back by pushing me off the bed and dumping the whole paper on me. I leaped back up and began to wrestle with him. You wouldn't believe what that was like, Renee. Just touching him made me shiver all over, and suddenly I was on top of him, my hands clutching at his wrists, trying to hold him down. Of course he was far too strong for me but he played along, laughing, teasing me, as if he was unaware of what I was going through."
I lived her account blow by blow, except that her uncle Jack was no stranger to me. His steel gray hair, the penetrating blue eyes, the square cut of his jaw, it was Daddy all right. Not that my father would ever allow himself such levity. But if he did… if he let me touch him, fie on top of him… wouldn't it feel the same? My hand buried between my legs now. At first I had tried to be subtle about it. Now, however, my finger was deep inside me to act out a fantasy that had crept up on me from between Annie's lines. Daddy on top of me, his penis thrusting into my body, his sweat mingling with mine, his cock filling my cunt to bursting!
"What are you doing to yourself?" asked Annie. She lifted the covers and looked at my lower half. "You do that, too? Oh, what a relief! I thought I was the only girl in the world who played with herself! Can I do it now, with you?"
"Go ahead, but don't stop with your story," I said rather breathlessly. "Wait, God, it's so hot all of a sudden, let me take off my nightie before you go on."
"That's a good idea." Annie took hers off, too, and for a moment her small, curvy breasts distracted me from the mainstream of my lechery. Her nipples were smaller than mine and a little darker, quite hard, and the hair on her pussy was more abundant. My blond pubic hair was barely visible from a distance but she had a well defined triangle of hair down there. I wanted to look closer, to see if she was shaped the same way as me, but Annie dropped the covers again and resumed telling me about her Sunday morning. "Anyway… I was on top of him and in the struggle my nightie kind of crept up over my legs and then higher up until it was just about around my waist! I saw my uncle glance at that part between my legs a few times but I didn't mind. No, that's a lie. I loved it'
She was silent for a moment. The covers undulated over her pussy and I hooked my index finger deep into my cunt so as to put pressure on that peculiar little knob further up. The tingling grew hotter and more widespread, jerky quivers shook my body up, but I remained all ears.
"Yes, I loved it," said Annie, and her voice sounded more like a groan for a second. "His eyes bored into my pussy and the light of lust Ht up in them. I had never seen him look at me that way before. It had always been uncle and niece but suddenly I felt like something very different, something like a woman! I have to admit I became pretty brazen at that point. Especially when I felt something under me growing hard and thick. I knew it was his cock but I didn't dare take a look I just kept moving back and forth, working the sheet out of the way until his naked flesh met mine. And still I kept my eyes on his eyes, moving my ass along that ridge of hard flesh, feeling faint and dizzy, and my uncle was looking kind of glassy-eyed and feverish, holding my hips to guide me along that rail of his, and I wanted to keep going and going just to have those mad bubbles bursting in my belly forever! But something hot and sticky spurted up at me, a white fluid, and Jack quickly reached for a box of tissues and told me to get out of the room. I didn't believe it! He was mopping his penis and I stared at it now, a huge thing with throbbing veins and dark brown skin stretching back from a flushed knob, and I wanted to play more, a lot more. But he threatened to get angry, so I left and went back to my own room. Since that day, it's been uncle and niece again. He won't let me into his room when he's alone anymore. And what can I do? Nothing, except play with myself late at night and think of all the fun we could have had."
There was a long silence as our fingers fumbled and plunged, working ourselves up into a lather of ecstasy. I wouldn't acknowledge the end of her story. In my imagination Daddy didn't reach for the tissues. No, he made me lick him clean! And then he would make his cock get hard again just so he could push it deep into my cunt, and he would throw Ma out of the house, and the two of us could live happily ever after! The fantasy persisted until my body shook and quivered in a fit of passion, and then went into a contented slump.
"I'm so tired," yawned Annie. "Will you put the light out, Renee?"
"Sure." My eyes were dropping shut, too.
"And don't forget, this is our secret," she said.
"I'll never tell." We put our nighties back on, turned our backs to each other, and fell asleep in an instant.