Nickie moaned and stirred, wakefulness coming to her for the third time that day. She turned over onto her side and looked at the clock.
It was well past noon. Uncle Ernie would be back soon. She swung her long, slender, shapely legs over the side of the bed and felt a tiny ache between, just a twinge at the stretching.
She remembered.
Had it been a dream, a vivid, lifelike dream?
She touched her thighs. No, not a dream. She could feel the roughness where her own secretions and Bob's overflow of come had dried.
She shivered; it had been soooo good.
Nickie stood, a little uncertainly, and quickly pulled on her nightgown and panties-in case Frank or Uncle Ernie came in-then finally responded to the gnawing in her stomach.
She scampered quickly down the stairs, her bare feet pattering softly, lightly, sweetly on the hardwood floors.
After a quick breakfast of cold cereal and milk, she wandered into the sitting room and tried the television. Nothing there in the way of entertainment.
Snapping off the big color set, she stood in the center of the room, thoughtful, a vision of lovely youth only slightly concealed by her lightweight shortie nightgown and panties.
What she was in the mood for was a book, she decided, a good book to curl up with in the sun-and if it was a little racy, well…
She giggled and began exploring the big house. The last time she'd visited, she'd glimpsed her uncle's study through an open door and remembered the towering shelves filled with hardbound books. Maybe there, she thought.
Ernie's study was a big, high-ceilinged mom about twenty feet on each side. Three of the walls were covered with shelves and cabinets; the fourth was a single huge window with open-weave drapes shading the great area of glass.
Nickie savored the feel of the thick shag area rug underfoot as she went along the shelves, examining the titles there. It never occurred to her to investigate the contents of the cabinets.
Most of the books didn't interest her. But then she came across one that intrigued her: Adventures of a Nymph.
Curious, Nickie took the book down and went over to the big leather-covered couch with it. She made herself comfortable, careless that her panties were exposed in a way that would have been indecent if any male eyes had been about to see.
The book, according to the flyleaf, was a private printing. Her curiosity truly aroused, she began reading-and found, to her delight and surprise, that it was a most explicit story of a seventeen-year-old girl's sexual adventures as told by the girl.
Nickie was so quickly caught up in the story that she never thought to wonder what her Uncle Ernie was doing with such an obviously expensive book on such an obvious prurient subject.
She was so thoroughly caught up in it that she wasn't really conscious of the car she heard pulling into the drive. Or the front door opening and closing. Or the steps in the hall outside the study.
But when the door of the study opened and she heard the hearty voice of her Uncle saying, "Well, now we seem to have a little blonde bookworm here," she became most acutely aware of her surroundings, her dress and the tingling arousal coursing through her veins in response to the book in her hands.
"Oh! Uncle Ernie?" she said, standing with her back to the window and not really cognizant that her uncle's eyes were lustily absorbing every one of her clearly outlined charms through her unconcealing garment. "I-I hope you don't mind… I, uh, was looking for something to read and, uh-"
"Fine fine!" Ernie said expansively and took a step towards the nearest cabinet. He opened it and poured himself a drink from one of the decanters there.
Nickie realized, then, that his slightly uneven speech and barely perceptible sway were due to drunkenness. Suddenly she remembered dimly overheard conversations at home about "Ernie's problems with the booze."
"Well, I don't want to bother you here," she said. "So, I think I'll go change and let you take care of your-well, whatever you were going to take care of in here." She turned to replace the book, but Ernie stepped up to her, drink in hand, and pulled it away from her.
"Oho!" he said, reading the title. Ernie searched her face for a moment. "I didn't know your taste in literature was so discerning," he said. "How did you like this little masterpiece?"
She fidgeted, not sure what to say.
"Myself," he said overloud, "I think it's a great book. Let's talk about it."
Nickie was very aware that her firm little breasts kept drawing her uncle's eyes back like moths to flame, and felt her tiny nipples stiffening, aching with blood-and knew that he could see them as clearly as she could feel them.
With one massive hand, he pushed her back onto the couch, "What did you think of the story?"
She tried to act cool. Nickie shrugged-and she could feel her uncle's eyes lock onto her jiggling boobs with the movement, "It was, uh, interesting," she mumbled.
"Interesting? Interesting? Ha-ha-ha?"- Ernie found that amusing, laughing loudly. He drained his drink and went back to the cabinet, pouring another.
"Tell me," he said. "What did you think of the things she did? Did you find that interesting-or did you think she was a bad girl?"
Nickie didn't like the way his questions were going. "I don't know," she said. "She was just a girl and maybe she shouldn't have done all those things."
Ernie stood before her, towering high into the aft, He was a big man to begin with, and from Nickie's perspective, he seemed like a giant, "Well, they didn't hurt anyone, did they?"
"Uh, no, I guess, not," she answered, beginning to blush.
"And she seemed to enjoy them, didn't she?"
Nickie nodded, mouth dry. She definitely did not like the direction of the conversation.
"But then, you might not be able to make a fair judgment on what she did-especially if you've ever wanted to do those things: Or have you actually done them?"
She said nothing, suddenly fearful.
"Now, now, you can talk to your Uncle Ernie," he said in a voice that made her shiver. "I understand how it is-especially with young boys. They know just enough to get a girl all hot and excited. They're just impetuous enough to want to do things that are done much better by an experienced man. Don't you think so?"
She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling the thick, cool leather upholstery pushing against the oversensitive lips of her fledgling cunt through her thin panties.
"Has some young man gotten you so hot that you couldn't resist… doing what comes naturally? Is that why you seem so uncomfortably and ill at ease with your Uncle Ernie?"
His eyes were riveted to the inviting slender line of her creamy throat and followed it to her swelling boobs.
"Yes," he said, his voice dropping and becoming almost angry. "Yes, I know how it is with young boys." He turned and paced back and forth in front of the couch. She felt trapped.
"Yes, I know how it is," he continued, his voice hard and knowing. "They wait until you're alone together, with no one else around to protect you, A boy will wait until you're busy doing something, maybe just picking up a piece of paper or reaching for a book. He'll have his eyes watching your behind, all cute and innocent and firm, watching the way it moves inside your clothes.
"And," Ernie said, stopping and facing her for a moment "He'll picture it in his mind-bare and soft and smooth-and he'll reach out and put one hand on each cheek and squeeze them."
He resumed his pacing.
"You'll stand up straight and say something meant to make him stop, maybe that you might get caught-but you'll know as well as he does that there's no chance you'll be caught. And just thinking it might be a little more dangerous will make it more exciting for him, make him have to do it.
"And then he'll put his arms around you and touch your little breasts and play with them like they were toys. He couldn't appreciate what marvels they are, not like an older, experienced man-because he's too young."
Nickie simply couldn't believe the words she was hearing from her Uncle Ernie. He was talking as if telling what he, himself, had done-many times.
"And then his hands will get under your frilly little blouse and then next thing you know, he'll be playing with your little tithes, making your little nips hard-just like they are now?"
He stopped and faced her with that, his voice almost an accusation. Nickie found that she couldn't speak, couldn't even attempt to stand try to escape. She was trapped with the older, drunken man-and he was beginning to sound very irrational and very aroused.
"The next thing-you know," he continued. "Without even wanting to you'll be helping him get your frilly little blouse and your bra off-if you even wear a bra.
"And before you know what's happening, he's got all your clothes off and somehow his are gone too. You'll both be naked, and then you'll be lying on the floor or on a bed or in the back seat of a car with your legs wide, showing him-everything?
"And then you'll see his-his thing, and you'll want to touch it and do things to it and the next thing you know, he'll be lying on top of you, between your legs and reaching down to help him put that hard red member into you"
He whirled and stopped in front of her. "Isn't that it?" he demanded. "Isn't that the way it happens?"
"Well, I uh, guess so, Uncle Ernie," she said quietly, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
"I know that's the way it is," he insisted. "I know! Don't forget: I was a young boy once, too, and I know how young men get around young women."
He put his hands on the back of the couch behind her, one arm to each side of her, imprisoning her without touching her. He leaned close and she could smell the booze on his breath, "I know," he rasped.
Suddenly he straightened up. "Even me, an older, mature, experienced man, I know how I am even now around young women. Just look at how hard it makes me to think about it?"
And without thinking, Nickie's eyes fastened on the-Oh, no, he couldn't be that huge! she thought-bulge in his pants.
She looked up and met his leering gaze. "And I know how young women are," he said with quiet menace. "Hot-blooded, hot-handed, hungry to see what they know is there, and having seen it they want to touch it and we both know what happens when they touch it, don't we? DON'T WE?" He obviously didn't need a verbal answer, for he continued: "And you, you're from my own blood and my blood runs hotter than most-I know what you want. You want to see it, don't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, he yanked open his zipper, reached inside and brought his huge, hard cock into view. It was heavy and thick, bigger than any Nickie had ever seen-and seemed even bigger, the way it loomed up in her face, pointing ominously at her like a cannon. She couldn't take her eyes off it-just like he'd said!
"See what I mean," he sneered. "Even now you can't take your eyes off, can't stop looking at it-and I even know what you're thinking right now, what you want to do next! Well, go ahead! Go ahead and touch it!"
She remained motionless.
"Touch IT!" he bellowed and thrust it towards her.
Her hand came up almost of its own accord and her fingers lightly traced its broad stem and length.
Her digits wondered over it and Ernie's breath came in deep, shuddering gasps like a bellows wheezing as she stared at the thick, ropy veins standing out all over the shaft. They made it look even more potent and formidable.
She encircled it with her fingers just behind the flange and found that she couldn't close thumb and forefinger around it.
Finally, she let her exploring fingers caress the throbbing, purplish head and her uncle made a small gasping sound. His knees shook and the throbbing of that massive spar became even more pronounced.
And then his hands were clutching at the flimsy fabric of her filmy nightgown, grasping it-and suddenly pulling it away from her, ripping it loose to expose her heaving breasts to his eyes-and hands.
"Open my pants," he growled and Nickie obeyed, both aroused and fearful. Eyes still fastened on the cock looming towards her, she fumbled his belt and the waistband of his trousers open and without being told pulled his pants and underwear down to puddle about his ankles.
He shrugged and she was aware that he'd unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. But she didn't look; her eyes refused to move away from his mature penis, from the fascination of his bi amp; hairy balls in the bag at the base of his prick. She watched the skin lightening there and knew that he was becoming even more excited.
It's almost beautiful! she thought.
"Look at you," he said, contempt in his voice. "Like all women, sluttishly adoring it-well then, adore it, slut!"
She froze, uncomprehending.
"I said ADORE IT!" and his hand was at the back of her bead, pressing ‘her forward till the head of his cock was against her lips. The pressure didn't stop there, and she opened her mouth before the prodding Invader-and the thick, pulsing knob slipped into her mouth, almost filling it.
Almost instinctively, her tongue moved over the parcel, the rough underside rasping across the hypersensitive, silken hardness of his flesh.
Ernie moaned and his knees began quaking violently-and Nickie felt a sudden thrill at her own power over this huge man course through her, heightening her arousal. She became inventive, twirling and exploring with her tongue, prodding the tiny pee-hole slit with the pointed tip of her lip-licker.
Ernie's hands slipped down to her breasts, testing their firmness, squeezing them gently at first, then harder, almost painfully as he felt the ministrations of her sucking mouth and nimble tongue on his big dick.
His hands came back up to her head and held it on his penis, then began rocking it back and forth so that her lips let the knob of his cock slip out, then back in between her luscious, pouting lips.
"Uhhh…" he grunted. "You handle it like a woman with your mouth." His hands went back to her breasts, covering the jutting, still developing young mounds.
Suddenly, he pulled away from her and tugged her to her feet. Her head barely reached his chest, and his throbbing hard on jutted up to prod her stomach, the head nestled against her just beneath her succulent breasts.
Nickie's uncle put one hand on the waistband of her panties, twining the lightweight material in his strong fingers-and then, with sudden violence, tore them away from her.
His lips were parted, breath shallow, as he stepped back and feasted his eyes on her loveliness. The swelling mounds of her breasts, the wasp-slim waist, the immature slenderness of her hips, the unconcealed gleam of moisture about her nearly hairless slit, the long, shapely limberness of her legs… he took it all in as they stood there, face to Lace, the forty-five-year-old lecher and the woman child regarding each others physical assets.
Nickie, aroused despite herself, touched the iron shaft of his cock, then took it gently in both hands. Suddenly she began working her hands back and forth on it, her grip tightening and loosening, moving back and forth, up and down on it in the same motion she'd seen her brother using on himself through a window one afternoon.
And then it hit her: the utter enormity of his prick. He meant to cram that monster inside of her, that huge, unyieldingly hard cock was to be jammed into her barely shriven little cunt.
A sudden bolt of fear took over as she hefted the massiveness of it, hands gracing the length and breadth of it even as she sensed the urgent pounding of hot blood within it.
And yet, she knew that she had gone too far with him, that he wouldn't relent until he'd come-and drunk as he was, there was no telling what he might do if she tried to refuse him outright.
She knew she had to make him come before he got the great swollen glans of that menacing weapon between the lips of her muff.
She tightened her grip on his penis and quickened her motions on it, trying to jerk the come from him as her brother had jerked the come from his own cock, as she had jerked the jissum out of his peter.
But despite the heaving of Ernie's hips, the thrashings of his loins beneath her ministrations, she quickly realized that it wouldn't work.
And then she remembered-as if she could ever forget-how quickly and totally he'd become aroused when he'd forced his huge member into her mouth. Maybe…
Ducking her head forward, without ceasing the movement of her agile hands on the shaft, she again took the throbbing helmet of his cock into her mouth.
Ahh, that's It! she thought. Already, his hands were at either side of her head, rocking his hips spastically back and forth, the thick knob sliding with sibilant pops out and in between her sucking lips. Her tongue twirled and probed, caressed and explored.
Even as she sensed the boiling tension rising in his balls, Nickie was anticipating with interest the taste of his come in her mouth, and found the thought of the heavy white man-cream running down her throat exciting. She sucked all the harder on his rigid rod until suddenly she could feel the sloppy wetness of her secretions dampening the insides of her thighs. Her clitoris was erect, protruding just enough that it rubbed between her swollen cunt lips as she jerked back and forth over his cock. Her entire body was shaking and trembling with growing lust, the familiar aching ball of tension winding tighter and tighter between her loins as she continued to excite the older man whenHe suddenly pulled his cock from between her lips, the big head coming free with an audible popping sound.
"That's enough of that," he rasped, straightening her and turning her so that her back was to him. His arms went around her, the thick, hairy forearms across her slender chest, his gnarled fingers catching her turgid nipples and rolling the delightful little nubbins with telling effect.
Her knees were becoming rubbery when he lifted her as easily as if she were no more than a doll and carried her to the back of one of the overstuffed chairs flanking the sofa where she'd sat when he'd discovered her and the entire scene had begun.
He placed her carefully over the back of it, the cool leather making her aware of the heat of her own flesh-and then she became totally unaware of everything else as she felt him separating her thighs.
Nickie could visualize what he was seeing: her saucy little ass upturned, the pale smooth moons of her tight buttocks Involuntarily clenching with exquisite sensation of cool leather against Overheated, swollen mint lips, down-covered little girl slit peeking out at hint from between sleek inner thighs that trembled vibrantly with sensation.
She heard him grunt and then felt his stubbled cheek pressing between her thighs and was rushed with the feel of his mouth gluing itself to her cunt.
She moaned as his lips moved against her lower opening, groaned as he found her clit and sucked the little love button between his teeth. He rolled it like a marble with his tongue and she was soon gasping and writhing on the back of the large chair.
"Ooohhh!" she moaned. "Ooohhh! That's so-so-"
And then his mouth was moving again on her, this time through the sensitive furrow to the perspiration dampened crease that held her puckered anus and there he paid the same respects he'd lavished upon her other opening. The sudden sensations overwhelmed any possible revulsion she might have experienced at a less impetuous invasion of her nether gate.
"Uhhhh! What are you d-doing to me-eeeeee!" she cried as she felt his thick tongue licking and pushing to just within the entrance.
He brought his hands up, then his shoulders, forcing her thighs wide apart-and she felt first one, then two thick fingers insinuated into her cuntal stricture.
She wriggled in abandon to the sexual fury coursing through her, crying, "Oh yes, that's so good, yes, yes, MORE!"
She felt him stand, heard his almost cold chuckle.
Her limber legs wrapping themselves about his waist and hips as he stepped forward. And thenShe felt the huge head of his hard cock against the lips of her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Please be-be gentle."
He laughed, a horrible, mocking laugh, an arrogant laugh of one in total control, with total power.
"Gentle!" he snorted contemptuously. "You sluts use the word, but that isn't the way you want it. The only way to run it into a slut is the way she really wants it." His voice became a menacing whisper. "Hard," he growled.
He spread the lips of her twat, placing the glans of his dick between. The easy, gentle relief of the touch sent a new wave of lubricating secretions coursing out through her vagina.
Then he placed his hands on her slim, girlish hips-and with a single tremendous heave buried the entire length of his shaft in her unprepared cunt.
"AaaiiiieeeeeeI" she screamed, agony sending great beads of chill sweat pouring off her back. Slick and hungry though her honey hole had been, she hadn't been ready for that immense ram to be slammed to the hairs within her.
"Uhh-You're tight!" he rasped, straining against the stricture of her tunnel as it tightened about his reamer. With a grunt of effort, he began withdrawing it.
Nickie drew a deep breath, fighting to relax, knowing only too well that if she tensed up that big cock would do her real harm.
When Ernie had withdrawn all but the knob of his cunt borer, he suddenly, violently drove it back in again.
"Noooooo!" she screamed. The pain this time was worse than the first insertion. At least then she'd been fully, amply lubricated-but the pain of the first invasion had stopped the secretions and the friction of the ram on the second downstroke was excruciating.
Again he withdrew and Nickie lurched upward beneath him, trying to slow the movements. His third stroke was painful but not as much so.
"Unnhh! You're so good and tight," he hissed. "You've never had a real man's cock in that little gash before, have you?" It was a rhetorical question and she knew it.
His movements were freer within her, easier, with less and less pain as her prick-slip began to acclimate itself to the dimensions it was being called on to accept. Nickie said nothing in reply, concentrating on drawing great, air grasping breaths in her efforts to relax her muscles.
"Can you feel that in there?" he demanded. "Can you feel my boner way up inside you where no one's ever, been before? Unnh!" He drove his penis into her again.
And then, without being aware of the transition from agony to pleasure, Nickie found herself anticipating his thrusts, welcoming them, her childish hips moving to meet him and hasten the joining. Her hot, youthful cunt was again wet and sloppy and her uncle's every thrust was making the pleasure greater, the pain less.
"There!" he grunted, in time to his hips thrusts. "Isn't that what you were after? Unnth!"
"Yes," she exploded. "Yes! Give it to meee!"
And without further stimulation, she was rocking off to a furious orgasm, the walls of her vagina contracting maddeningly on her uncle's huge cock, her hips jerking in time to the waves of intense ecstasy washing over her.
Ernie's hips were pistoning back and forth, pile-driving into the throbbing cunt of the girl before him. He reached one hand under her as she reached her peak and touched his thumb to her clit. The thick moisture from her cunt flowed down over his thumb and rolled her love nub all about, the exquisite pleasure burning through her like a flash fire. Nickie stiffened, spasmed, nearly rising off the chair and away from his rampaging cock with the sensations inflaming her.
Ernie felt her cunt's grip slacken slightly as she came down off her first peak and he moved his thumb away. He parted the two beautiful, firm cheeks of her ass and the puckered ring of her anus, still glistening from his earlier tonguing and her own perspiration, was revealed to him.
Smoothly, with the practiced ease of frequent repetition, he slipped his wet, slick thumb into her little bum hole.
"Noooooooooo!" she screamed at the painful penetration.
But Ernie wouldn't let up. Mercilessly, he drove the long, thick digit deeper into her, to the knuckle and beyond until he'd buried all of his thumb in her anal canal. He felt her powerful sphincter muscle closing down on the intruder with manic force as her hot ass hole clutched and pushed, trying to force it out.
Nickie, meanwhile, was alive with the pain in. her ass and the pleasure in her cunt. She could feel Ernie's still rampant cock rubbing against the bulge of his thumb through the single, thin membrane separating the two.
But the sensations soon gave way to rippling waves of pleasure. She could feel the two of them working in and out of her as her uncle's thumb went through the motions of fucking her anal cavity while his cock raged in and out of her cunt.
"Oh-oh," she gasped, breathlessly. "What are you doing to m-me? It's so good, so good so damn FUCKING GOOOD! I'M COMING AGAIN!"
Again she was overcome with the power of her coming. But just as the movements of her cuntal constrictions became strongest, most demanding, most needful of the powerful reaming Ernie was giving her-he pulled out of her, both ass and twat.
She groaned, almost wept with frustration-until she felt the thick knob of his dick nuzzling against her ass.
"Unnhh!" he grunted, trying to feed the huge prick into the still-virgin entry. "Hold still!" Ernie barked angrily, but Nickie couldn't help it. The thought of the huge cock going into her unused ass terrified her. She knew she couldn't handle it.
"Alright, slut," he gritted between clenched teeth. "I'll teach you to evade me!"
He pinned her to the back of the chair with one powerful hand and with the other put the head of his dick against her little anal entry way. Ernie grabbed her hips painfully then, with both hands and heaved his loins forward-and his cock slammed instead, along the slick furrow of her ass, niched in the slippery folds about her cunt and slid unimpeded to the depths of her vagina.
The abrupt, unexpected suddenness of his potent penetration, of the thick, hard meat cramming into her hot channel sent Nickie into the throes of a thoroughly draining orgasm.
Her legs tightened about her uncle's waist with incredible force. Her body tensed, stiffened, she arched up and away until she was rigid, almost apoplectically horizontal over the back of the chair with Ernie's prod trapped within the maniacally contracting walls of her honey tunnel.
Ernie, with his cock caught in the tightest, hottest stricture he'd ever known, found that his self-control was crumbling beyond hope. The white hot seed in his balls, undeniable any longer, boiled over into the tube along the underside of his long cock.
Moaning, grunting, he began to come in her. "Unh-unhhh!"
Nickie, drained by her coming, almost disconnectedly felt the hot floods of come jetting into her innards, noting the wilting cock within her and thought with some disappointment, that there wasn't as much to his. Jissum as she would have liked! She realized that it was the feel of a man flooding her with come that excited her above all.
Ernie shook behind her, emptying the last drop of his juice into her. He withdrew his limpening prick from her, the softening head brushing her clit and making her shiver involuntarily before he tottered to the overstuffed sofa and collapsed unconscious with exhaustion.
Quickly Nickie let herself down from the back of the chair, grimacing at the streaks of pain shooting through her legs and hips, cunt and ass.
On shaking legs, she quickly, quietly gathered her clothes. Stepping out into the hallway, she made her way up the stairs to the guest bedroom and fell back onto the bed, drained and limp.
"C'mon, sleepyhead! Wake up!"
Nickie moaned and opened her eyes to find Suzanne looking down at her. From the angle of the sunlight on the window, Nickie knew it was well into the afternoon.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Almost two," Suzanne answered. "You sure look whipped. What were you doing-whacking off when there was no one around?"
Nickie's face clouded. "Suzanne," she said urgently. "I know you won't want to believe this but-" She stopped and took a deep breath. It was a hard thing to say. "Your-your father, he, uh, well, he-"
Suzanne's expression hardened. "He fucked you," she stated.
Nickie stared. "How did you know?"
"I had a hunch he would-sooner or later."
"But why didn't you say-"
"What could I say? Watch out, my old man's going to fuck you?" She snorted. "Would you have believed it? Anyhow, you don't seem too much the worse for it and he's got the biggest one you ever saw."
"But he hurt," Nickie said. Then her eyes widened. "How did you know he has a big one?
Suzanne stared at Nickie, a hard, appraising look.
"He's been sticking it into me since he found out I was popped," she replied evenly. She saw the shock in Nickie's face. "Don't get all warped out of shape about it-it isn't too bad when he takes it easy, but when he's rough… " She shook her head.
"I'll tell you, Nickie," she said, voice older than her years. "Dad isn't such a hot-shot insurance broker."
"But the house and the cars and-"
"I didn't say he didn't make money; I just said he wasn't that big a dealer as an insurance man.
"About six years ago, the business was starting to fall apart. Really. Dad was losing his biggest accounts left and right, his creditors were screaming foreclosure and law suits and one of the companies he represented threatened to pull him off the franchise rolls.
"He started drinking-heavily.
"And then, he found out that one of his prospective clients, a man who represented a really big account, had been pawing Lisa when he came over."
"Lisa!" Nickie gasped. "But she couldn't have been more than-"
"She was only twelve," Suzanne confirmed. "So Dad went to the man and told him, if he ever so much as thought he was grabbing his daughter's ass he'd turn him over to the police.
"That was all he told the client-nothing more. But about two weeks later that man brought all of insurance business to Daddy. That's what gave him the idea.
"He developed a regular little plan of action-especially when he found out that Lisa was already getting it on with boys in school.
"He'd have the clients come over for dinner, and afterwards they'd sit in the study and talk. After about two hours and a couple of drinks, Dad would excuse himself to take care of something-he used to say it was to put me to bed.
"All the time they were talking, Lisa would be walking in and out, bringing them snacks or ashtrays or matches, and she'd be dressed to make her look like a super-sexed little nympho." Nickie suddenly saw where it was going.
"Can you figure it out? Anyhow, while Lisa was alone with the client-and the client had a couple of drinks in him by then-she'd put on a little show for him, getting him all turned on. Oh, she loved every second of it.
"One thing led to another and at just the right moment, Daddy would come back and say I wasn't feeling good or that he had to go pick-up Frank or some other excuse that meant he'd be away from them for a hall-hour.
"The client would get it on with Lisa. And all the time, Daddy would be in the next room, taking pictures."
"And then your father would blackmail them."
"You got it," Suzanne said.
"But what about the police?" Nickie demanded. "What if one of them just went to the cops and-"
"What for? Dad doesn't short-change them on their insurance and they really don't lose out there. All the blackmail does-is force them to keep their business with Daddy. Besides, in a little town like this the scandal would ruin them."
Nickie was stunned by it. "What about Frank? she asked. "Does he know about it?"
Suzanne erupted in laughter, holding her stomach and gasping for breath. "Frank? My dear darling brother is the one that develops the film for Daddy-he's been a photography nut since he was a kid."
"But-but why? Why should he-"
"Have you ever seen my brother naked?" Suzanne demanded.
"No," Nickie said, shaking her head. "What does that have to do with it?'
A wry smile crossed Suzanne's face. "Frank is hung like a horse. He's got the biggest pecker I've ever seen in my life. It's so big, the only women who can handle it without pain are the ones who have had about a hall-dozen kids-and as you can probably figure out for yourself, that isn't too big a thrill for Frank.
"No one his own age or near it would even try to take that supercock of his on willingly. But for one thing, Dad looks the other way when Frank crams it into Lisa. He tried to get it into me a couple of times, but there was just no way and-" Her face became strangely troubled. "He backed off.
"And then there's the money side of it. As long as business is good, Daddy lets Frank have all the spending money he wants. Besides, Frank knows that when Daddy retires, he gets the business." Again that strangely troubled look. "But sometimes I wonder if that's all very important to Frank… Anyhow, he goes along with it."
She reached out her hands and put them on Nickie's forearms, "Nickie, I don't want to be trapped into this thing-and it's no good for Lisa or Frank either. Lisa doesn't seem to realize it, doesn't seem to care. She loves having men stick their dicks up her juicy little twat, but if anything ever happened to Daddy, she'd be done for. It's all she knows.
"And Frank is turning into a real neurotic. He's never sure when he'll come home and find the police have taken Daddy away and that they're waiting for him.
"And I don't want to spend the rest of my life getting fucked up by strange men like that. But there's no way out. We're trapped."
"Can't you go to the police?" Nickie asked.
Suzanne shook her head. "No, Frank made that pretty clear. The police would ask Daddy's clients and they'd deny it all-after all, they'd be admitting statutory rape and complicity to a blackmail scheme."
"What are you going to do, then?' Nickie asked, concerned.
"I've had a lot of time to think about it," Suzanne explained. "I have a plan, but I needed help from someone outside the family-if you'll help-"
"Of course I'll help," Nickie said without hesitation.
Suzanne kissed Nickie on the cheek. "You're a good friend and a super cousin, you know that?"
"Tell me what you need done," Nickie said, embarrassed by her cousin's effusive gratitude.
And Suzanne told her.