Roxie Rafferty groaned again the next day when she met her country relatives at the train station. Uncle Art and Kip, a young teenaged boy, were wearing bib overalls and red plaid shirts.
All they need is a piece of hay sticking out of their mouths, Roxie thought as she settled into the family van for the drive back to her uncle's house. Aunt Pat and cousin Beth, also in her teens, were wearing flowery print dresses.
"Do you always wear your hair in braids, Beth?" Roxie asked tensely as the old van bumped unevenly along the dirty road.
"Uh-huh. It's easier that way. But I like the way you do your hair, Roxie. I've never seen a hairdo like that," Beth said, her voice filled with admiration.
"It's the way all girls in the city wear it. It's the current style, you know," Roxie said callously.
She turned her head to look out the window next to her and did not see the flush of humiliation that covered Beth's face. Nor did she see the glance exchanged between Aunt Pat and Uncle Art.
"I-I hope you and I can get to be friends, Roxie," Beth said.
"I don't know, Beth. What could you and I possibly have in common?" Roxie said, not even bothering to look at her cousin.
Again, Beth flushed and the girl grew silent for the rest of the trip home.
"Do you always dress like that, Coz?" Kip asked, his gaze traveling over Roxie's body, which was clad in a very skimpy and sexy halter top and a pair of short shorts.
"Sure!" Roxie answered with a shrug. "During hot weather like… it's the only way to dress." She cast a disdainful glance at her cousin Beth's dress. She felt like laughing aloud.
God, she thought, I was right about these people. They're even hicker than I'd realized.
"What kinds of things do you like to do during the summer, Cuz?" Kip asked.
Roxie looked at her cousin, realizing for the first time just how good looking the boy was. He was tall, like his father, and very muscular and well-built, especially for such a young boy. Roxie's glance moved to Uncle Art, and she was thinking that he was pretty good looking and sexy, too. What a waste, Roxie thought wryly, as she glanced down at Kip's crotch, seeing a big cock-bulge there. Too bad this hunk of a cousin wouldn't want to fuck me with his fat cock!
"Well?" Kip prodded.
"Oh, you asked me what I like do to during the summer," Roxie said, and now it was her turn to flush. She wondered what her country relatives would think if they knew about her incestuous thoughts and urges. "Oh, I don't know. Back home in the city, my friends and I always hang out at the big public pool a lot. But I'm sure you don't have anything like that around here."
"Sure, we do!" Kip said brightly.
"You're kidding! You've got a swimming pool around here where all the kids hang out?" Roxie asked eagerly, her spirits lifting.
"Well, no, it's not exactly a pool. It's a pond on our own property. AM we're the only ones who use it. I mean, there rally isn't anyone else around," Kip said, the tone of his voice betraying the fact that he was painfully aware that he was disappointing his cousin by his response.
"Oh, figures," Roxie said, her shoulders sagging as the turned to look out the window again.
"What else do you and your friends like to do?" Kip asked, a bit less enthusiastically this time.
"We like to bang out at the video arcades. Bet you never heard of those," Roxie said with mean little laugh.
"Sure, I have!" Kip protested.
"Don't try to tell me that you have even one of those way out here in the sticks," Roxie said.
"Well, no," Kip reluctantly admitted. "But I've heard about them."
"Oh, great," Roxie said sarcastically.
The young girl failed to see the meaningful look exchanged between her aunt and uncle.
The rest of the ride home was silent and Roxie groaned again when she stepped out of the van and saw the big old country house. It was even farther out in the country than she had remembered, with not even one other house in sight. God, they don't even have neighbors, she thought in disgust.
In no time at all, Roxie was settled in the large, comfortable bedroom which would be all hers during her three-month stay with her Uncle Art's family. As disgruntled as she was about being "dumped" on her country relatives, the girl had to admit to herself that her room was very pretty. She especially liked the view from one of her large windows. She looked out and saw countless trees and the pond which Kip had mentioned.
She sighed, turning away from the window. She went into the bathroom that opened off of her room and began to freshen up for dinner. Yeah, it's a pretty place all right, she thought, but only for about a day or two. There's no way I'm gonna like living here for the whole fucking summer!
Dinner was an uncomfortable affair. All of the attempts of Uncle Art's family to talk to Roxie and to cheer her up were met with either stony silences or sarcastic remarks. Finally they fell silent, just as they had in the van. After a few minutes of the tension-filled silence, Roxie began to talk about the "neat" eating places back in the city. She didn't come right out and say it, but her put-down of the area where her relatives lived, and even of the delicious meal which Aunt Pat had taken such pains to prepare, was more than obvious. And again, there was that look between Uncle Art and Aunt Pat. Only this time, Kip and Beth exchanged looks of their own, and the two teenagers nodded slightly at each other.
Roxie was too busy being a bitch to notice any of this…
The summer days settled into a humdrum routine for Roxie. She resisted all attempts by her relatives to include her in any of their "hayseed" activities, preferring to spend most of her time alone in her room, either writing long, complaining letters to her brother, or feverishly finger-fucking her little pussy in a desperate attempt to vent some of the sexual desires that were rapidly becoming too much for her.
She had been there almost a week when Kip invited her to go swimming in the pond with him and his sister, Beth. By then, the girl was feeling so bored and was so desperate to take her mind off of her extremely horny state that deep down, she really wanted to agree to go with them. But she had been putting the pond and everything else down ever since her arrival, and her pride prevented her from giving in now. So she declined in an unkind tone of voice and went to her room to be alone, as usual.
She wandered around her room restlessly, looking out of her windows now and then. She could see Kip and Beth splashing happily in the pond and she groaned, wishing she had gone with them. She was so bored and so resentful at being forced to spend her summer way out in the sticks that she felt as if she would lose her mind if she didn't soon find a way to relieve her boredom and sexual tension.
Even though she knew that her parents were to blame for sending her there, Roxie had been focusing her anger and resentment on her country relatives ever since they had picked her up at the train station. She knew that her brother was right in saying that Uncle Art and his family were being nice to take her in like that. But there was no one else around to blame and the young girl felt herself growing angry with them for "making" her stay here with them and, most of all, for imposing such a boring, sexless lifestyle on her.
It would be fun if I could think up some way to get even with them, Roxie thought, beginning to cheer up for the first time since her arrival. Yeah, that would be a neat way to fill my time. It would be interesting and fun and I'd get a little revenge for being forced to stay here all summer! The young girl found herself growing more and more excited at the idea and, for some reason, the thought of getting even with her relatives was turning her on, too. She moaned softly, running her hands over her big tits, which were barely contained in her halter top. What can I do to them? What can I do?
A sudden knock on her closed bedroom door cut off her thoughts and she impatiently flung the door open to see Uncle Art standing there, looking very uncomfortable.
"Uh, Roxie, I, uh, just wanted to talk to you for a minute. May I come in?" Uncle Art asked.
"Sure, why not?" Roxie responded with a shrug, moving away from the door and walking over to her bed. She sat down on the edge of it as Uncle Art sat down in a wicker chair opposite the bed.
"Roxie, your aunt and I have been talking, and we can see that you're pretty unhappy about being here with us this summer," Uncle Art said kindly.
The young girl flushed and bit into her lower lip, feeling ashamed of herself. But her reaction was short-lived and was quickly replaced with a feeling of defiance.
"Yeah, so?" she asked.
"Well, uh, we just wonder if we can do something to make your visit happier. Maybe it's us. Maybe we're doing something wrong and you can just tell us what we can do to… uh, Roxie, dear, there's something wrong with your top." His eyes widened as his gaze focused on Roxie's chest.
"What do you mean? What's wrong with my… oh, wow!" Roxie laughed as she saw that one of her big tits had popped free of her tight halter top. The entire tit was visible now and, thanks to the teenager's horniness, it's nipple was long and stiff and very, very red.
Her uncle discreetly looked away to give his niece a chance to slip her naked tit back into her top. But, Roxie glanced at the man's crotch and when she saw that he had the beginnings of a hard-on lumping out against his overalls, a light bulb went off in her head.
That's it! she cried within herself. What a perfect way to get revenge and to work off some of my horniness at the same time! I'll cock-tease Uncle Art until he doesn't know if he's coming or going!
With that thought in mind, the horny girl tore her top off and threw it down to the far side of her bed. Then she rose, standing right in front of Uncle Art.
"You can look now, Uncle Art. My top's back on," she said huskily, smiling at she continued to stare at his bulging crotch.
"My God, Roxie! You said your top was back on!" Art cried as he found himself staring up at his niece's two exposed tits now. He tried not to look, but it was impossible for him to tear his gaze away from those two huge, tempting-looking mounds of strawberry-tipped tit flesh.
"I guess I lied," Roxie said with a little giggle. "Do you like them, Uncle Art? Do you like Roxie's tits?"
"You'd better put your top back on, Roxie," Uncle Art choked out.
Roxie laughed, delighted by her uncle's reaction. Why, the hayseed is really turned on by me! she thought excitedly. Look at that hard-on he's got! I can see it getting bigger and harder by the second! And if he really were so shocked, he'd have jumped up and left the room by now. But he's sitting there as if he has no intention of leaving, and he keeps staring at my tits! God, the way he's looking at me… my pussy's getting so wet. What a turn-on!
"Why should I put my top back on? Don't you like looking at my tits? Aren't you a normal man?" she taunted. And now she scooped both of her heavy tits up in her hands and lifted them, as if offering them to the man.
"Of course it's normal!" Uncle Art responded angrily. "But, my God, it's just not right!"
"Why not?" Roxie asked saucily, moving closer to him.
"It's just… I don't know… I just…"
"You never answered my question, Uncle Art," Roxie said smoothly, thoroughly enjoying herself and the little cock-teasing game she was playing. It was the first time since hitting her uncle's place that she hadn't felt bored or frustrated.
"What-what question?" Uncle Art asked, again trying to look away from the mesmerizing sight of his niece's naked tits and again not succeeding.
"Do you like my tits?" Roxie asked softly. "God, yes, of course, I like your tits! I love them! They're gorgeous!" Uncle Art said, his voice thick with lust.
Roxie laughed again, this time in triumph.
"Yeah, I can tell. Would you like to touch them?" she asked, feeling her little pussy growing hotter and wetter with each passing second.
"God, Roxie!" Art said, clenching his hands in his lap as if afraid of they would do if he opened them.
"Don't be such a wimp," Roxie murmured as she reached down and grabbed one of her uncle's hands and placed it firmly on her right tit. With her hand covering his, she moved it all over her tit, being sure to keep her nipple centered in the middle of his moving palm.
"Mmmmm, feels good," she cooed. "Don't you like touching my tit, Uncle Art?"
"Jesus Christ, Roxie!" the man cried.
Roxie laughed triumphantly again. She knew how her uncle felt about swearing, so she knew that he had to be super turned on now.
"Tell me if you like what you're doing, Uncle Art," Roxie said, savoring the sense of sexual power she felt she had over her uncle. She continued to move his hand all over her tit and she noticed that the man was now making little moaning sounds and that his cock was still swelling within the confines of his overalls. "Tell me that you like this or I'll stop right now. I'll take your hand off and…"
"No, don't stop! I love touching your tit, Roxie," Art groaned and, to the teenager's delight, he reached up with his other hand and gripped her left tit, kneading the firm tit flesh and pinching her nipple.
"Oh, good! But I think that's enough for now, Uncle Art," the girl said, moving back from him, her tits slipping out of his grasping hands.
"No, Roxie!" Uncle Art protested, reaching out as if to grip her tits again.
But she shook her head and continued to move back from him. "Naughty, naughty! Mustn't touch. You said yourself it was wrong."
"But, Roxie, it felt so good touching your tits! I was wrong! It's okay! Please, honey, let me touch them again!" Uncle Art gasped.
Roxie grinned, thrilling to the begging note in his thickened voice. "Not right now, Uncle Art. When you came in here, you asked me if there's anything you can do to make me happier," Roxie said, enjoying the way the man was still gazing hungrily at her tits.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, right, anything…" he murmured, licking his lips excitedly.
"Good! 'Cause it would make me very happy right now if you would just sit there and watch me while I undress," Roxie said, feeling her pussy tingling.
"What? You must be crazy!" Uncle Art said, shocked by the girl's suggestion.
"Oh, really? Well, you sure don't want to stay here with a crazy girl, do you? So I guess you'd just better go and I'll get dressed. And I'll make sure that you never touch me again," Roxie said, her eyes narrowing in anger.
"God, Roxie, what you're doing to me… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. You're not crazy. I like your idea, really I do. Sure, you go ahead and take all your clothes off and I'll sit right here and watch you. Will that make you happy, honey?"
"Yeah, it will, as long as you promise me that you'll just sit there and watch. You mustn't touch me, or even try to. If you do, I'll make you leave," Roxie said firmly.
"Okay, okay, anything. Just go ahead and undress. I promise that I won't try to touch you," Uncle Art said, obviously disappointed.
"Well…" Roxie said slowly, as if thinking it over. "Maybe if you're very, very good, I just might let you touch me… would you like that?"
"Yes, Roxie, oh yes! Please let me touch you!" Uncle Art begged, his cock hardening more at the thrilling thought of totting his sexy niece's naked body.
"Maybe I will. And maybe I won't. I haven't decided yet. But you can't touch me unless I tell you to… understand?"
"Yes, yes, I understand," Uncle Art said, nodding vigorously, his eyes still on her naked tits.
Roxie kicked her sandals off. She grinned at her uncle, who was licking his lips and beginning to stoke his aching hard-on through his overalls. The young girl stared right at him as she slipped her shorts off. She was glad that on this particular day she was wearing panties. She wanted to prolong her uncle's sexual excitement, and she could tease him all the longer now that she was wearing panties.
"Take… them… off," he panted, moving his gaze down to her panty-clad crotch.
"Not yet… and don't start giving me orders," Roxie said sternly.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, honey," Uncle Art murmured.
Uncle Art unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and hauled out his big cock. It was rock hard, making Roxie's mouth water with desire as she stared at it. He slowly began to jerk himself off as he continued to stare at his niece.
"You're so beautiful, Roxie, and so young and sexy," he rasped. "And you're turning your uncle on sooo much!"
Roxie's eyes widened as she stared at the man's huge prick, which he was stroking. She began to prance back and forth before him, shaking her ass and stroking her tits, seeing that her uncle was really turning on to her erotic actions.
"I love your cock, Uncle Art! It's so big and hard!" the girl cried, feeling her little pussy drooling with more and more juice.
"Pleeeease, Roxie, don't tease me like this… please take your panties off now."
Roxie laughed delightedly. "You want to see my little pussy – is that it? Tell me, Uncle Art, do you want to see your niece's pussy?"
"Oh, God, yes, that's what I want! It's what I need! For God's sake, Roxie! Let me see your pussy now!"
"Well… I don't know, Uncle Art. I mean, what if we get caught or something?" Roxie asked, wanting to prolong her uncle's torment.
"God, Roxie! Kip and Beth are out in the pond," the man said, leaning forward in his chair as if about to spring out of it and rape the young girl.
"Fine. But what about Aunt Pat?" Roxie asked.
"She's in the kitchen. She's doing her baking today… it'll keep her busy for hours yet. Pleeease take your panties off!"
Roxie faced her uncle, eager to expose her naked pussy to his horny gaze. Then she slowly and seductively slipped her panties down until they fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.
"God, Roxie! Your… pussy… it's gorgeous!" Uncle Art gasped.
His hand pumped urgently along the length of his stiff prick with a steady beat, turning his me on all the more.
She stood proudly before her uncle, completely naked now. She struck a seductive pose with her hands on her slender hips and her big tits thrust forward. She parted her legs widely, relishing the way Uncle Art was devouring her cunt with his eyes.
"Do you really like my little pussy?" she asked thickly.
"Yes! Yes! It's gorgeous! Please let me touch it!" the man cried.
"Not yet. And maybe not at all… you have to be very, very good." Roxie said with a smile.
The man groaned with incestuous lust as he pumped his fist up and down his prick faster and harder.
Now, the young teenager began to do an erotic bump-and-grind sort of dance in front of her uncle. She could see that his eyes were completely glazed over with lust now, and she congratulated herself for thinking of this wonderful plan. She was feeling excited now, and happy for the first time since arriving at her uncle's house.
"You know what, Uncle Al?" she asked. "What is it, Roxie?" the man asked, his voice strangled with desire.
"My little pussy is almost always juicy," Roxie said coyly.
"It-it is?" Art gasped.
"Oh, yeah, I'm a really sexy girl, Uncle Art. I'm always turned on, always ready to be fucked. That's why my pussy is always so wet. It's wringing wet right now!"
"Good God!"
"Do you want to see me touching my wet pussy?" Roxie asked excitedly.
"Yes! Touch it! Touch your wet pussy!"
She moved closer to her uncle and deliberately thrust her hips forward, her cunt so close to him now that he could actually smell the musky scent of it. Staring right at her uncle, Roxie slipped one finger in between her tight pussylips, running it up and down the wet groove.
Art's mouth went slack and his saliva began to drool out of its cowers as he stared wide-eyed at his niece's sexy actions, his fist still pumping up and down the length of his enormous hard-on.
"Oh, yeah, Uncle Art, my little pussy's sopping wet now! Do you want to see how wet it is?" she asked tauntingly.
Unable to speak past the knot of lust that rose up in his throat, Uncle Art nodded several times.
"Okay, look!" Roxie chirped brightly as she held her juice-coated finger up in front of her uncle's face.
Uncle Art stared at his niece's juice-soaked finger wordlessly, but Roxie noticed that his cock swelled even more in his pumping fist.
"Yeah, it's really wet, all right. Let's see how it smells," she said softly, sniffing at her finger. "Mmmmmm, good. Wanna smell it, Uncle Art?"
Uncle Art nodded his head affirmatively so fast that it was but a blur.
"Okay… smell," Roxie said, holding her finger out toward his nose.
Like a starving dog following the scent of a juicy steak, Uncle Art leaned forward, sniffing loudly at the wet finger held out in front of him.
"Ohhhh, Roxie," he groaned.
"You like that, huh? Now let's see how it tastes," Roxie said, thrilling to her cock-teasing actions as she stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked on it. "Mmmmm, that tastes really good, Uncle Art. Would you like to taste my pussy juice off my finger?"
"Yes!" he growled.
"Okay, you've been pretty good so I'll let you. First, let me get my finger all wet again – just for you," the teenager said as she dipped the same finger between pussylips again and swirled it about in her juices. When she pulled her finger out of her cunt, it was once again coated with a thick film of cunt juice.
"Let… me… taste it," the man grunted, panting hard as he stared at the finger that was covered with his niece's pussy juice.
"Okay, but don't try anything else," Roxie said as she held her finger close to his mouth.
But as the man moved forward, sticking his tongue out to lick Roxie's finger, she laughed and yanked it away, out of his reach.
"You little cock-teasing bitch!" he growled, his face turning red with rage and lust.
"Uh-huh," Roxie said, shaking her head from side to side in an admonishing gesture. "Careful, Uncle Art! You call me names, and I'll put my clothes back on right now and I'll make you leave my room."
"No, please don't do that, Roxie! I'm sorry! You're right. I shouldn't have called you what I did. But please, honey, you're driving me crazy! Please let me lick your juicy finger!" the man begged, all self-control and pride long gone.
"Well… okay," Roxie said, moving her juice-soaked finger back in front of his mouth.
This time, when Uncle Art stuck his tongue out, Roxie did not pull her finger away. She left it there and moaned softly as she felt his tongue running up and down its length, lapping up all of her cunt juice.
When her finger was clean and shiny only with his saliva, she pulled it away from his relentlessly licking tongue. Then, once again, she dipped that finger between her swollen pussylips and sloshed it about in her cunt juices. Again, she pulled her glistening finger out of her pussy and held it before Uncle Art's mouth.
"This time," she said, breathing hard and fast, "I want you to suck it! Suck all my pussy juice off my finger!"
Uncle Art groaned gratefully as he wrapped his lips about his niece's finger and sucked hard, swallowing her cunt juice down.
"Oh, God, Roxie, your juice tastes soooo good!" he groaned as the teenager pulled her finger out of his mouth.
"Yeah, I know," she said flippantly.
Then, while the man continued to jerk himself off, Roxie danced and did some bump-and-grind movements in front of him, loving the way his cock just continued to swell more and more until she was sure that the impossibly fat cock would explode any second.
Then, suddenly, unable to restrain her lust any longer, Roxie knelt between Uncle Art's legs.
"What-what are you gonna do?" Art asked, his prick lurching wildly.
"What do you think?" she asked sarcastically.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked her uncle's throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and fast from, the very first, closing her eyes and moaning with lust as she turned on more and more.
"Yeah, Roxie, oh yeah – suck your uncle off! Make me come – and swallow it all!" Uncle Art gasped, shoving his hips forward to force more of his prickmeat into the girl's hungry mouth.
Her pussy was so hot and wet now that she knew she was about to come. Perfect, she thought. If I can come before Uncle Art does, it'll fit right in with my plan.
She sucked the man's cock hard, licking all over the spongy cockhead with her wet tongue. She could feel the fat prick pulsing against her inner cheeks, and she groaned with excitement.
Suddenly, she came. Waves of orgasm struck her and she gasped around the thickness of Uncle Art's cock. Pussy juice ran down her legs, spilling lewdly onto the floor between her legs.
"God, that was good!" she cried, sliding her mouth off of her uncle's cock the instant that her orgasm began to ebb.
"What-what are you doing? My cock… haven't come yet…" Uncle Art panted dazedly, not understanding why his niece had stopped sucking his prick just as he had felt the beginnings of his much-needed orgasm.
Roxie rose and grinned at her uncle. She reached out and gripped both of his arms, tugging at them. In his haze of confusion and unfulfilled lust, the man allowed the girl to pull him up out of the chair. Then, Roxie turned him around so that he was facing the door. She put her hands flat on his back and pushed him toward the door, his lust-bloated cock still fully out of his fly.
"Sorry you didn't get to come, Uncle Art. But I did. And that's really all I care about," Roxie said with a little laugh as she shoved the man out of her room and slammed the door shut behind him.
"Why… you little cock-teaser… get you for this, Roxie!" the enraged man sputtered helplessly.
"Promises, promises," Roxie sang out as she collapsed onto her bed, laughing hysterically.
She couldn't remember when she had had so much fun. And she had even managed to come without letting him have his own orgasm. Oh, wow, she thought, happily hugging her pillow to her naked body, and this is just the beginning! Tomorrow I go after Kip, or maybe Beth, or even Aunt Pat!