It was Friday afternoon and Sheri was thanking God that the week was over. She couldn't stand school so far this year. Her social studios teacher was a bore. The history class ground along like a centipede in reverse with no place to go. And the boys didn't interest her much this year as they had the year before. They seemed such children.
Sheri undressed and hung her clothes over the back of a chair. She reached for her jeans, then paused. After sitting around in classes all day, she felt she needed a little lift. A change of habit, a charge. Her eyes brightened and she smirked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.
"Why not?" Her reflection arced. She skinned her yellow panties down and off. The feel of her well-worn jeans sliding up over her thighs and bare bottom made her suck in a quick breath.
"Wow! That's nice!" And nobody knew but her. She giggled, buttoned up the fly and searched in her drawer for a top. She settled for a silk cowboy shirt. Red with pearl buttons. She whirled before the mirror, bare feet tickling from the rug.
"If only I could wear clothes like this to school!" She wiggled her toes into a squeaky pair of Mexican hauarches and picked up a hair brush. The silk shirt rubbed her tiny pink nipples as she pulled the bristles through her hair. After a few strokes, it tumbled blondely over the fronts of her shoulders.
"Christ, am I ever a living doll," she said, puckering. Then she giggled, caressed her ass with both hands and rummaged in her desk for the corn-cob pipe she kept hidden there. She kept the grass in an old medicine bottle that she poked into the big stuffed tiger on her bed. After filling the bowl with green flakes, she wedged her stash back into the tear in the brightly grinning toy and found a match.
Like always, Sheri's first toke made her cunt tingle like wildfire. The second lungful of smoke brought dampness to the sparse blonde curls that edged each lip. She pulled more smoke from the pipe, holding it inside her for as long as possible. She let out her sixth toke with a burst of giggles and fell backwards on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, the pipe gone cold in her hand.
"Wow. Ohhhh wow." She was stoned. Good and stoned. She got up and put the pipe back in its corner in her drawer. Then she examined her eyes in the big mirror.
"Sheri Hawkins, you're blasted, gone, ripped." More giggles bubbled up from her throat. A silky feeling rushed over her skin. She felt very, very sexy. She was very, very sexy. Sheri giggled like crazy and rubbed her body up against the mirror. The hot points of her breasts thrilled from the cold glass. She touched her cowboy shirt, liking the way it hugged her slender form. If only her tits stood out more! She wobbled back to the center of the room. Then she opened the door and went out.
Sheri went to the front room and turned on the television, turned it off again. She felt at loose ends. But she was enjoying the humming pleasure that coursed through her body, she was enjoying the high. Languorously, she walked upstairs again. At Robby's door she heard the familiar peck peck of his typewriter.
Robby was nice, she thought, leaning there in the hallway. It was funny having an uncle that young. Well, not too young. He was twenty, almost twenty-one. Maybe it was weirder that Mona was his sister. Sheri did some quick math in her head. She had been born when Mona was just about Robby's age. And her father… Why wouldn't Mona ever let her see a picture of her father? Mona swore she didn't have any. She hadn't even consented to letting Sheri know his first name. Something Hawkins. It seemed a drag not to know anything about your old man. But since her mother's hair was so dark, Sheri figured that her father had been blond. Like she was.
She had her ear against Robby's door now, listening to the typewriter. What a weird thing to be doing on a Friday afternoon. Typing on a damned old typewriter. She giggled again and a flood of laughing caught her. She tried to smother it but it was like stopping the wind. The typewriter stopped pecking. Sheri stepped back from the door just as it opened.
"I thought I heard something," Robby said, looking at her over the tops of his glasses. He pulled them off and wiped each lens carefully on his shirt tail.
"I'm sorry. I was just walking by and got the giggles, I guess." She tried to look around him into the room. She wanted company.
"Come on in if you want," Robby said, walking back to the typewriter. Sheri circled the room, looking touching. There was a chess board with carved figures all set in place. The king and queen were almost six inches tall. She picked one up and studied it.
"I thought maybe you forgot that it's Friday," she said, not looking at him.
"Got a lot to do yet." He finished wiping his glasses and put them on. She carried the chess piece with her and circled the room again, dower this time. The grass was doing all kinds of silly things to her head. She felt wonderful. And though she didn't know for sure, she thought Robby was watching her move. She let her hips sway more than she had to. They weren't very wide yet and that made them seem curvier. How naughty, she thought, scolding herself for teasing her very own uncle. The naughtiness thrilled her. What was the harm in a little good natured teasing?
"I can play chess," she said, looking at him suddenly. His eyes had been on her ass and she felt the immediate surge of heat. Her ears burned, her cunt dampened more. She felt… felt like she wanted to make out a little. Not with Robby, of course, since he was family, but… She studied him. He looked uncomfortable. Was there anything wrong with kissing between an uncle and a niece? Probably.
"I don't really have time to play chess right now."
"What about tonight?"
"Uhhh… sure. Okay." Robby shrugged. Sheri tried her best smile at him. Robby, blushed. He sure didn't act like an uncle. But he sure was good-looking. She went up until her breasts were maybe half an inch from his t-shirt, and looked up into his face. God was she ever wiped out and God did it feel good!
"You sure are tall," she said. Robby took off his glasses again. He looked like he was trying to hold his breath. Then his fingers touched the tops of her shoulders and he gripped her arm slowly. Sheri stopped grinning. Her throat was dry. The tips of her breasts touched Rob, for a split second and he let her go and turned away.
"You'd better go ahead. I've got to get back to work."
Sheri almost ran to her room. She slammed the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. The jar of cold cream was a little dusty but she got the lid open somehow and scooped with three fingers. She lay on her back on the bed and spread the lovely, gooey stuff thoroughly between the swollen lips of her pussy. It smacked around her knuckles as she worked it in.
"Ohhhhh… Ohhhh Uncle Rob… Ohhhh God… I want you to… fuck me!" It was true. Her little game had gotten serious all of a sudden. The touch of his hands on her had set off sparks and storms she hadn't guessed about before. Up and down she smoothed the cold cream. It wasn't so thick now as the heat of her body rose. She dug her finger gingerly over the stretched membrane that protected her depths. She'd often wondered what it was like to get fucked and now just touching that place made her babble with anticipation. She had to get fucked! Suddenly she knew she wanted that more than anything else in her life. She was getting older every day… to think what she was missing! Annie Faber had told her that fucking was about the nicest thing in the world. Annie had been going to bed with Billy Baker since she was twelve. Billy used a basic to keep from getting them in a fuck. And listening to the way Annie described things had always made Sheri hotter than a firecracker. She'd wondered when it might happen to her. And now there was Robby. Even if he was her uncle. She loved him! She wanted him. Sheri closed her eyes and felt the sweet sorrow of a dozen true confession stories she'd read. He had to love her too! He had to!
"Nhhuuuuuhhh!" she sighed, working her clit until it felt tumid and hot to her touch. Her slender body bucked on the bed as she plunged against the tickling, gouging rubbing. Her soles burned! Her breasts stood up straight on her chest as the throbbing pleasure erupted through her cunt.
"Ohhhh Robby… make love to me darling," she gasped. "Make me yours!"
It was after nine o'clock when she tapped on Robby's door again. She had on exactly what she'd worn that afternoon while visiting him, except for one important difference. Three droplets of musk perfume she'd found on Mona's dresser. Two drops had been used up on her ears. Sheri had placed the third with a giggle and a hot rush of excitement. Holding her soft cunt lips apart, she'd placed it on the very tip of her clit. The pink nubbin swelled as the musk trickled down and Sheri had quickly sealed the magic inside her by pressing her labia together and holding them that way while she chanted a little spell. Then she'd jammed her corn-cob pipe into a pocket and tip-toed to Robby's room.
"Sure, you can come in," he said, opening the door wide and leaving it that way. Sheri almost closed it herself but didn't. She sat on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees. She ached for Robby to kiss her. To do what he'd almost done that afternoon. But he was setting up the chessboard instead, moving chain around.
"Chess isn't very exciting," she said, "unless there's something at stake."
"There's always something at stake. You win or lose."
"I mean something… something tangible." She smiled. She found it that afternoon in the dictionary and practiced until she was sure it would come out right. Robby finished putting the pieces in place. Sheri set her corn-cob pipe on the table and grinned.
"I didn't think you did any grass," Robby admitted. He took a deep breath and put the pipe in his mouth. In a second it was going and he passed it over. They smoked slowly, holding the stuff inside. Sheri was ready and felt her high coming on quick.
"Better shut the door," she said. "In case mom's in early and smells it."
"Yeah." Robby's eyes looked dreamy. She hadn't told him that it was really strong grass. Colombian supposedly. She turned the lock on the door and went back to stand behind Robby. It was the only place she could get up the nerve to ask what she wanted to ask.
"Robby, would you kiss me?"
For a long moment he didn't say anything. Then he put down the pipe and stood up. He nabbed his hands on the fronts of his thighs before he turned around.
"Sheri… I don't know about this. What I mean is…"
"Would you?" She blinked her blue eyes and looked up pleadingly. Her small hands flashed out to hold Robby's waist. She hadn't planned it like this at all. She'd been going to do it in a more sophisticated way. But the fifth toke of grass had made her forget all that. The lips of her pussy felt like they were connected to a live wire.
Slowly, Rob pulled her into his arms. The kiss was soft, shy. She moaned and closed her eyes and wallowed her mouth up against him. When the tip of his tongue flicked her lips, she opened them wide and dug her nails into his back. Robby pushed her back.
"Hey… let's slow down here before I lose my head."
"I want you to lose your head."
"Sheri, let me inform you of a few facts in case you've forgotten." Robby swallowed. "I'm a house guest."
"Robby… Ohhh do it again! Please do it again!" She let her palms slide down over his bottom. It was terribly daring, but she knew she had to catch his interest now. Before it was too late.
"Sheri… God… you smell so… so…" He kissed her again. Their lips squirmed together. Spit leaked from the corner of her mouth and Sheri panted through her flared nostrils. It was fantastic. She couldn't keep her hips still. Gently she ground her pelvis against Robby. The hardness in his pants was easy to feel. She wondered if she dared touch it. Annie Faber touched cocks when she felt like it. She'd told Sheri how hot and hard they were! Surely it would be alright, especially since Robby had his pants on still.
"I think you'd better get the hell out of here," he gasped as her fingers closed on the long lump that pushed out the front of his jeans.
"I want to hug," Sheri whined, "on the bed."
"Damnit Sheri…"
"Please Robby. Just for a little while."
With a shuddering groan, Robby pushed her back on the bed and half covered her with his own body. They sighed and kissed and squirmed and rubbed against each other until Sheri felt her pants slip up between her cuntlips. She couldn't believe the delicious pleasure that seemed to flood through every nerve of her body. When Robby rolled over her and began to pump his hips, she felt the swell of his prick rub up and down her mound. She tilted her ass so that more of her inner lining would come into contact with the drenched crotch of her blue jeans.
"Ohhhh," she gasped as Robby kissed her neck, then yanked open the first three snaps of her skirt and kissed there too. The next snap came loose by itself and her right breast poked nakedly against Robby's cheek. He seemed surprised and for a moment Sheri was afraid he was going to get up from her. But with a moan of desperation, he sucked the plump swell between his lips. Sheri came unglued.
Her back arched sharply up from the bed as the unbelievable friction of a sucking tongue stroked her nipple. It was so sensitive! So tender!
"Ohhh Robby… Ohhh God… Ohhh shit!" She clung to the back of his head with both hands, pulling him down harder against the throbbing plumpness. Spit leaked down the side of her body as Robby devoured the white flesh and pink nipple. Sheri thought she might faint from pleasure. Nobody had ever touched that part of her body in that way. It was like she'd grown up and had a baby and the baby was turning her inside out!
"Sheri… Ohhh God, you're so pretty," Robby moaned, his body shaking against hers. He didn't sound the same. There was a huskiness to his voice, an urgency. It was a little scary and very exciting. Sheri felt her jeans pop open from the wildness of their movements. She pumped her trim ass to slide out of her clothes. There was a powerful urge to have skin against skin. Sheri couldn't resist.
"Robby let me help you!" She pulled his fly open and started peeling his jeans down over his ass. Robby jerked back.
"God, we can't do this. Sheri… Sheri, stop!"
"We don't have to do anything… bad," she panted against his ear. "I just want to feel you… touching me." And she did so want that. She could hardly wait to know what it was like to have male nakedness so close. She hooked her thumb over the elastic of his shorts and yanked them down with his jeans. Robby shook his had but lot her. She could tell that he was every bit as excited as she was. He panted and trembled like a lost dog. When his shorts wore inched down low enough, Robby's cock bobbed up and slapped his belly. Sheri couldn't help but reach down between their bodies and touch the hot thing.
"Ohhhh Robby… Ohhh you're big!" And his largeness did surprise her. Though she didn't really have anything to go by when it came to measurement, Sheri thought she'd read enough sex manuals to know the average size of the erect male penis. Robby's seemed inches larger.
"Sheri… God…" He fell down upon her again, thrusting his dry cock against her belly. The softness of her flesh gave and Sheri writhed crazily, her heart pounding, her breath bursting in gasps from her lungs.
With her toes she caught at Robby's jeans and forced them down his legs while he pumped his meat against her body. He let her slide them off over his feet and then they were both naked… from the waist down, anyway.
"Kiss my other tit! Oh please kiss it, Robby!" She jerked her shirt the rest of the way open and thrust her chest upwards towards his lips. One nipple quivered an inch from him. She watched him look at the way it jutted from the soft pink circle. He closed his eyes in resignation. Then his mouth opened wide and he sucked the swell noisily between his teeth.
"Woooooooo," she cooed as his tongue dug and flicked the dainty nubbin. She tossed under him like a snake. Her ankles hooked over the backs of his legs, then unhooked again. She couldn't keep still. And the hard push of his cock against her abdomen was thrilling. It was so close to the way it would be when they fucked.
Sheri laughed inside. She was already thinking of that, thinking of fucking Robby! She wanted to right now. The knowledge that it was wrong, that they were kin, only made her want him more. But what about basics? The fact that she might get pregnant.
Another hot thrill made her cry out. Even that made it better! She almost wanted to take the chance. To open herself completely to Robby, to give and give and give until she could take his cum deep inside her body.
"Do you want me?" she whispered, kissing his earlobe, the side of his cheek.
"God yes!"
"Take me!"
"Sheri… you're crazy as hell." Robby started to push himself up from her. Sheri grabbed frantically, pulled his mouth back down to touch her breast.
"Nobody would know!" she babbled. "Just us!"
"Sheri… damn it. I'm your uncle, for Christ sake."
"Put your cock inside my body," Sheri breathed, feeling giddy with excitement. "Ohhhh. I want you to! I'm dying for you to."
He looked at her seriously. "How have you kept from getting pregnant up to now?" Sheri almost got mad. But she quieted the momentary rage inside her.
"For your information, I haven't had to be careful. I haven't done it with anybody before."
"Ohh Jesus!" Robby kissed her, kissed her neck. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I thought… I didn't… I mean…"
"Oh, be quiet and kiss we!"
Robby kissed her. Their lips brushed, parted, brushed again. Their tongues lashed softly, wetly together. They teased each other lightly like that until at last Sheri could stand it no longer. She thrust her open mouth against his so hard that his tooth cut her lips. She sucked her blood along with Robby's spit, pumping her slim body up and down against his loins. After a while Robby looked into her eyes.
"Sheri… I'm not crazy enough to mess things up by making love to you."
Sheri pouted. But again she fought the impulse to get testy. She had to be cool, or try to anyhow.
"Just hold me then," she gasped, running her fingers down his back. Gently, inch by inch, she worked her hand between their bodies again. She wanted to feel the shape of that organ. She wanted to see what it was all about. Robby rolled onto his side, still kissing the side of her neck and her shoulder.
"You don't mind if I look at you?" she asked. Robby shook his head that he didn't. Sheri scooted down on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. In her hand, the white hard cock throbbed. It was slender and smooth until it got up to the head. Then the whole thing flared out like a dark mushroom. She poked a fingernail into the crown and Robby jerked slightly. It was spongy, but firm. Sheri couldn't help but think what it would be like sliding in and out of her cunt. And yet she had no idea what anything would feel like inside her. Her slick, hot tube was as much a mystery to her as exactly what went on when a boy got his rocks.
The books explained all that. But in words and style that didn't seem to translate into images she might understand. Sheri caressed the shaft gently and watched the crown bulge. Then she held the loose skin a little tighter and jacked up and down a few times. The results were surprisingly dramatic. Not only did Robby moan and pump his hips, but the head of his cock grew in size until Sheri could almost hide a finger behind the flared part. That hot, dark, fleshy barb looked like it was made to penetrate a girl's body and then lodge there. A shivery thrill made her tremble. Sheri knew why it was made to lodge, to stick inside a girl. So it would stay until the hot jizz filled her womb. Babies. Lots of babies. She closed her eyes and moved Robby's cockskin rhythmically.
"Sheri… baby… don't… don't do that anymore…!"
"Why Robby?" He looked in agony, Sheri thought. He was writhing on his back on the bed as she worked his cock with a steady movement of her duped fingers. She felt very, very hot. She tingled all over and the nipples on her chest seemed to be giving off an electrical charge. She brushed her free hand across them and moaned with pleasure. A sudden urge to kiss him, kiss Robby, made her low her head. She put her lips against his muscular belly and left them there until she had the nerve to push her tongue into his navel. Poor Robby had his eyes closed now, his flats clenched by his side.
"It's so big, so hot!" she whispered, almost to herself. Something, some hidden urge made her move her mouth down to Robby's cockhead. She'd heard terrible things whispered about girls who touched the genitals of a male. They grew mustaches. Or something worse. But this was love. And Sheri couldn't seem to stop herself.
Lightly, as if she were kissing a rose petal, Sheri placed her wet lips on the head of Robby's prick. A burning jab of pleasure shot through her. For an instant she was dizzy with the daring knowledge of what she'd done. It wasn't anything more than a kiss, she told herself. Not a head job, like Annie Faber had talked about some women doing. But Sheri couldn't take her lips away from the velvet-smooth swell. She could feel it throbbing against her tongue as she pushed it out between her lips. Her tongue flicked very slowly across the feverish surface. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. An odd feeling came over her.
"Oh Robby," she babbled, lips rubbing his cock as she spoke. Then she parted them slightly and forgot to think about what she was doing. The swollen tip eased into her mouth like it was born to fit there.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, sucking the curve of her tongue along the underside. She could feel the little lobes there, could feel the constant supply of hot blood that seemed to be packed tight into that mushroom knob at the end of Robby's shaft. But a bright flash of realization made her stiffen. She jerked her mouth away with a wet pop.
"I don't know what got into me… I… I… Ohhh Robby…!" Instead of leaving him alone, she was kissing it again. Her lips pursed along the underside of his length until she'd kissed wet places all the way down to his balls. Then she kissed that wrinkly, dark sac, too. Robby seemed to be going slightly insane.
"You don't think I'm awful?"
"Sheri… God no! Ohhh baby… God…"
"Can I do it again? Kiss you some more?"
Sheri licked her lips and placed them very gingerly around the swollen head again. Then she slid them down, down, down. When the head of his cock brushed the roof of her mouth she stopped and breathed slowly through her nose. Then her tongue began to work as if by itself. It stroked that bulging tube that ran along the underside of Robby's prick. It tickled the tube sharply, then fanned it, then troughed to its shape and sucked hard. The spit popped in her flared nostrils. Sheri thought she was getting drunk on love. She couldn't ever believe she might do something so… so carnal. But instead of ugly, like the pictures in the manuals had been, Robby's cock was beautiful.
Carefully she tangled her fingers in the soft sac that held his balls. She found one slick egg and squeezed it a little, letting it slide around in the slickness. She lifted her head until only the tip of his cock was inside her mouth. Her tongue danced wildly over the taut, fevered surface. It had grown even larger since she'd had it inside her mouth. She brought her teeth bumping against the ridge, then bit down slightly. Robby flopped and jerked like someone was branding him on the ass with a hot poker.
Sheri couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that thing up against her. Not just her belly either, but her mast sensitive parts! Right against them. Robby didn't have to break any of his rules. He could just let them touch, couldn't he?
"Robby, I'm burning up!" She let his cock go and wriggled atop his body. Before he could protest or turn, she had her coltish legs on either side and was rocking her hips downwards as she held his cock up with one hand. She was so hot that she drooled on his chest as the head pressed between her steamy outer lips. They parted with a wet sound and Sheri bit her tongue hard.
"Nhhhuuhhh… Ohhhh shit… you're so hard and hot and wonderful!" She plunged her slit up and down against the cock she held. She knew she was clutching it a little too tightly behind that mushroom head, but couldn't help herself. The velvet slick rub of it against her petals and folds brought moans of pleasure from her throat.
And the sound the touch of their bodies made! A slick, sucky sound that made Sheri toss her blonde head around excitedly. Her slim back was arched sharply, breasts jutting up. She was on her knees, spraddled over the twitching, grunting male. Her senses were flooded with the sight and smell and touch of him. It was better than any magazine description she'd ever read. It was paradise.
She pound her clit down hard against the bulging head of Robby's cock. Then, pumping her pussy into a different position, she felt the stretch of her hymen. Again the consuming desire to be penetrated swamped her. All it would take was a sharp lunge from Robby. That's how it had happened in the stories she'd read. Of course they never said much after that. Just hints about the ecstasy experienced by the characters involved. She wanted that ecstasy! She wanted it now.
"Do it to me, Robby!" she whimpered, licking his face with wild abandon. "Do it to me with your prick!" She leaned back hard against his stiffness, felt her hymen tingle with the beginnings of pain.
"Damn it… Sheri… stop it… now!"
"Shit… Ohhh fuck," she whined, falling down against his chest. She rubbed her sharp little nipples back and forth against his skin, kissing him wherever her lips happened to be.
"Sheri… we can't," Robby pleaded. "I'm so close now that… that… Ohhh God… stop moving, Sheri… shit… you've got to stop… moving."
"Robby… fuck me! I'm begging you!" And she really meant it. She'd never wanted anything so bad in her life. All the taboos, the dangers, the warning meant nothing to her now. Her body demanded it! She wanted to be penetrated! She wanted to feel that hot hard spear of flesh rape up into her twitching pussy! She clawed at Robby's shoulders and bit a red place on his neck.
But Robby grabbed her roughly and threw her over on her back.
"Sheri you don't understand. Sure I want to… but…" He grabbed his cock and began to work it up and down rapidly.
Sheri caught at his wrists.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"I'm gonna come, damnit."
Sheri pushed him with all her strength. Robby rolled back onto his back again and before he could ward her off, she'd thrust her slender body between his thighs. His cock was pressing against her navel when the first jet of cum spattered out. She felt its heat, felt its slick dribble as she writhed against the fountaining cock, tried to work her pussy higher.
"You're crazy!" Robby grabbed her waist, fought to keep her from doing it. But she had her slit almost right now. She could feel her outer lips part as she slid them up the shaft.
"Ohhh… almost… there… push… Ohhhhh Robby… fuck meeeee!" But she could only plunge her hot petals against the lump that jutted up against Robby's belly. He wouldn't let her put the tip between her mound. He wouldn't let her try and break her cherry with the crown.
Hot cum sprayed into the seepy crevice of her pussy, dripped out again. Her clit was pressing against the little lobes on the underside of Robby's cocktip. Sheri pumped viciously to make the friction build. She growled as the seconds jerked by. She counted ten of them and then she gave a cry and her body shuddered. A stab of pure ecstasy went through her body. She couldn't get air, couldn't scream, couldn't even move. She just twitched. There, on Robby's hot flesh, she twitched, rubbing the goodness of their most sensitive parts together.
"Sheri," he gasped, hugging her close to him, kissing her face. "Ohhhh baby, I can't believe this!"
"Robby, ohhh! I wish it was inside me." Hot streams of cum smacked between their bellies. Sheri writhed in the mess, loving it. She could smell the sharp pungency now. It was like nothing she'd over smelled before. Better than the best perfumes she decided, even if it was a little weird.
Her cumming was a steady, lusty itch that reached pinnacles of pleasure she never knew existed. She babbled words without meaning, licked and bit and kissed the man beneath her. Then Robby rolled over and gently pumped his cock against her clit. She spread her thighs so wide that the muscles trembled. She wrapped her legs up high on his back. Once she couldn't resist the urge to feel that thing against her cherry and jerked her body into a position that made Robby's cockhead brushed her hymen. But ho quickly jerked it back, leaving a clinging string of cum there.
"You don't have a lick of sense," he laughed. "You horny little nymph!"
"Oh Robby, do you like – a little?"
"Yeah. But just a little." They laughed and kissed and Sheri hugged him so hard that he had to grunt.
"It's wonderful. You live right in the same house. Right in the next room from mine!"
Their tickly lust was dying away now and Robby caught her head in his hands and made her look at him.
"Damn it Sheri, we can't just go on doing this whenever we want. Don't you feel the least bit guilty because of how we're related?"
"Nope," she said, shaking her head emphatically.
"Well, I do. I'm your mother's brother. Sure, I'm quite a bit younger than she is but that doesn't make us any less related."
Sheri was still moving her hips. The slurpy slide of her open pussy against the firm cockhead was lovely, even now that her climax was behind her. The slick juice that had burst from her uncle's body had made such a mess between them! Even that was exciting. How wonderful that all that stuff spurted out when a man fucked! Robby got up and walked across the room. She watched him dab his belly with a towel. While he busied himself at that, Sheri dug a finger up along her slit and looked at the curiously creamy juice that had been created somewhere in Robby's male body. She sniffed it and was almost tempted to taste it. Close to her nose, the smell was very strong, though. She didn't have the nerve to put her tongue on the heavy-looking droplet that clung to her fingertip.
"You'd better get back to your room before your mother comes home."
Sheri felt a little hurt. She got up and dressed slowly. Robby avoided her eyes, even when she tried to make herself obvious to him. At last she turned at the door and took a big breath.
"Aren't you even going to say goodnight?"
Robby smiled. "Okay, goodnight." He walked over to touch her hand.
"I was thinking…"
"Sheri!" he warned.
"I was thinking maybe after mama comes home and goes to bed that we could sleep together for a little while." She blinked eagerly at him, smiling.
He bent forward to kiss her upturned nose. She longed to reach out for the wilted snake that was now his cock but controlled her passion. She didn't want to turn Robby off. And he sure seemed to be hung up about something.
"Not now, not tonight," he whispered, holding her slender young body against him.
Sheri went slowly to her room. She sat on the bed for a long time thinking about Robby. She relived every second of what had happened, trying to etch in her mind exactly what had excited him most. He sure liked her titties. And he'd liked it, too, when she'd put his cock in her mouth.
A thrill pulsed through her clit. What would it be like to actually have that cum spurt out into her mouth? She hugged her shoulders, excited by the naughty idea. It had been nice sucking on Robby. His cock was so smooth and silky to her tongue. And he liked it so much. That was as exciting as getting hot herself. The fun of bringing pleasure to someone else.
She undressed lazily and lay on her back on the bed. Her pussy was still swollen from rubbing against Robby's prick. She fingered the lips open and began to play in the juices that still leaked out. Some of his sap had dried on her belly and thighs and some was still moist in the folds of her crevice too. She got her fingertips good and wet and held them to her nose. Yes, she could smell a little of it mingled with her own sex butter. Following an impulse, she smeared it across her cheek, across her lips. Then delicately she touched the tip of her tongue to some. But there wasn't enough to really taste.
"Oh Robby, why are you such a stick-in-the-mud?" she said aloud. But then she felt a darkness shadow her happy-go-lucky thought. What if she had managed to get Robby to actually fuck her? What if some of his cum had gotten into just the right place and started a baby growing in her belly? Sweat broke out on her forehead and Sheri got up and hurried to the bathroom.
With a soapy rag, she washed away whatever cum still clung to her tender petals. It was weird how scared she was all of a sudden. While in Robby's arms she couldn't have cared less about getting in trouble. But now she was back in the familiar setting of her room and that seemed to remind her of who she was, what she was.
But she still wanted Robby. She wanted to feel him forcing his way into her pussy! And she was sure she could tempt him to do just that. Now she had to take care of the practical side of the matter. How to keep from making a baby. Annie Faber might be able to help. And she had to have someone to tell her secrets to.
She got into her nighty and pulled the sheets up to her chin. Annie was going to flip when she told her what had happened in Robby's room. She was just going to flip!