Sharon made no secret of her sudden attachment to her uncle, but she could not be drawn out in any explanation, and with admitted malice she enjoyed worrying her mother and sister by it.
Plans for another cottage, to be occupied by Sharon and her uncle, were set in motion. Uncle Nate thought his sister should be notified and consulted, but Sharon demurred. "Not yet, Uncle Nate," she begged. "Anyway-anyway, Mother will be glad to have me out of the house. There's nothing to worry about on that score. I just wish we weren't going to Lorraine's tonight. Why did you go and accept, anyway?"
The frankness that had characterized their first conversation in the Harrow cottage had been maintained. They had small spats, usually good-humored, and if Sharon was learning that her seemingly easily influenced uncle had a mind of his own, he in turn was learning that most of the girl's headstrong half-rudeness was merely a veneer she had acquired over lonely years to protect her innately tender susceptibilities. On the whole, they got along well and had a healthy respect for each other. And part of Sharon's hunger for affection, acknowledged and demonstrated, was appeased in her relationship with the chuckling little man,
"Well, I'll tell you," he said now, "I may be, as I have told you, a little disappointed about much I've seen in the family, Sharon, but I do like Lorraine. She's a very kind person."
"Oh, yes, Rainey is okay. But tonight we'll have to put up with the rest of them. Mother doesn't really like Rainey, but she loves the idea of dining at the Talmadge place. I don't like hypocrisy."
"You needn't go, you know."
"Don't be silly. Do you think I'd throw you to that den of wolves without being there to protect you?"
Having managed without her protection for over seventy years, Uncle Nate was justly touched nevertheless. The love Sharon had for him meant much to him and he could not doubt its genuineness. She alone cared nothing for his wealth, and in all probability would have preferred him without it.
"You're hard on your family," he reproved her now. "They're not all bad, my girl. No one is."
"Oh, all right." They were driving back from the lake where they had spent the morning fishing, and Sharon was in high spirits. She loved driving the new, flashy car and they had discovered a mutual liking for outdoor life. Sharon was no longer the discontented young woman she had been a short time before. "We're getting darn social ourselves, you know it?" She grinned across at him. "Dinner at the Talmadge mansion tonight and dinner at the Harrow's tomorrow night. I guess you know which I think the more attractive invitation!"
"I'm anxious to meet young John."
"Mmm." Sharon did not argue the point, but having become a favorite with the Harrows and at home in their cottage, she was not looking forward to the arrival of their son, who more than likely would dislike her and spoil everything.
However, that evening, dining with her family at the Talmadge home, she decided that half a dozen Harrow sons would be better than this. Lorraine was an easy and natural hostess, a lady to the manner born, but her husband brought an electric quality to every occasion that grated on his younger sister's nerves. Sharon sensed avidity in his every move and gesture, and glowered because there was no denying his good looks. With his mother on his right and Debbie on his left, Sharon felt he knew what a striking picture they made. The Golden Parkers, she thought savagely. At the other end of the table, it was as though Lorraine sat in a shadow, although bouncy little Uncle Nate on her right did rather draw the eye. Hermie on her left and she, Sharon, tucked carelessly next to her mother, were both, she felt, necessary evils in an otherwise exquisite setting.
Mrs. Parker preened herself, thinking how right it was that she and her beautiful twins should be thus seated in an almost regal triad. She loved her role of Queen Mother and hardly took her eyes off her beautiful son. "Wonderful," she would murmur, and "How clever of you, darling.'.' Sharon sat wreathed in scowling darkness and vied with her brother for attention.
"I read Ship of Fools because you recommended it, Rainey," she said stridently. "I didn't like it. Now Jean Christophe by Rol-land-that was a book! I was glad you lent it to me. Some of these modern writers should go back and read Rolland and some of those other good old authors. They might learn something. Ship of Fools left a bad taste in my mouth."
Since no other member of her family ever opened a book, Sharon invariably showed off her private compatibility with Lorraine, who was very well read, to taunt her family. Her eyes sparked now to see the faintly drawn frowns they turned upon her, but she could have wished Lorraine less tactful with her guests. Lorraine merely nodded and smiled her winsome smile. Lorraine's lips, Sharon thought, seemed permanently set in that same smile, a mere curve of the lips without her teeth showing.
"Sharon thinks she knows so much." Debbie spoke petulantly. "Thinks she's too smart for college."
"Well, it's a cinch you weren't smart enough," said Sharon.
Mrs. Parker peered down at Nate. "Debbie wanted so to go," she told him. "But money, you know. It costs so much-and then, of course, Hermie stole her away from me."
Sharon made a rude sound. "If I wanted to go, I'd earn my way. I don't want anything handed to me on a silver platter."
"That's a good-looking car you're driving these days," her brother remarked pointedly.
"It's not mine! It's Uncle Nate's," Sharon shot back.
Dwayne laughed, and the sound enraged Sharon, but she caught her uncle's eye on her and was quiet. The conversation proceeded without her, but she listened and writhed. Dwayne always managed to turn the subject to money in Uncle Nate's presence.
Sharon thought that her sister-in-law moved uncomfortably. Talmadges did not speak of money, just crass, pushy Parkers, she thought disgustedly. She had no doubt that Dwayne was itching to get his hands on a fat lump of Uncle Nate's money. Well, she'd put a barrier in his way if he tried.
Sharon chose to walk the short distance home after the dinner party with her uncle. "I wish we had our cottage and were free of them," she sighed.
"I certainly agree," her uncle murmured. "But, for the moment, we'll carry on as best we can."
Sharon was filled with love for this kind man and his understanding disposition. And there was another feeling-no, it couldn't be!
Wonder if it's incest… to be in love with your uncle, a voice in her mind said. Gee, he's not really old, and he is rather handsome… oh, come on, Shawn, none of this!
However, the pretty teenager continued to brood as they reached the house. She couldn't deny the strong feeling she had for Uncle Nate-yet she wasn't sure what that feeling was.
They said goodnight and Uncle Nate went upstairs. Sharon felt a bit nervous, because a look her uncle had given her made her wonder if he knew what she was feeling.
Maybe he feels the same way, she mused to herself. Oh, rot! He's too proper for that!
After a few more minutes of idle thought, Sharon went up to her room. The odd sensation was still upon her, though she tried to ignore it. And the more she tried to ignore it, the more fervent it became. She decided the best thing to do would be to hop into bed and try to fall asleep right away.
In the pitch-dark bedroom, Sharon quickly threw off her clothes. Unable to prevent it, her mind was flooded with an image of her and Uncle Nate… naked… rolling around on the bed… doing what she'd done with another older man, Justin Stone. Contemplating this image, she didn't realize that her fingers had crawled downward until they were gently caressing her soft, bushy mound.
The feeling of moisture snapped her out of the trance. I shouldn't be doing this! her mind warned. But, I'm… getting pretty hot. Maybe there's no harm done… especially if it will allow me to get to sleep.
Her fingers slowly penetrated the dark bush until they were rubbing her dampening pussy lips. Her entire twat began to tingle, making her ache with need. She allowed the digits to stroke her dribbling slit, loving the way her vaginal labia grasped for them.
Damn, I'm hot as a firecracker! she moaned inwardly. I'd better masturbate or I'll never relax!
Resolved to this course of action, the pretty brunette made her fingers go stiff, then she inched her hips forward. Her burning, wet cunt took in the hard digits, inch after inch. Thrill waves of agonizing pleasure spread through her voluptuous body as her pussy ate up the welcome invaders.
"Oh, shit, I can't believe how much I want cock!" she whispered hoarsely. Her breathing was now a series of quick gasps. "My fingers… will have to do… I'll have to finger-fuck myself!"
The lust-embroiled teenager stretched out on the bed, then rolled onto her stomach. She intended to hump her pussy up and down on her upraised fingers. Suddenly, she came into contact with warm, naked skin!
In a startled whisper, she asked, "Who's there?"
"Why, it's your Uncle Nate, dear," came a low, husky reply.
"My God! This… must be a dream!"
Her uncle chuckled. With her body partially draped over him, Sharon realized Uncle Nate was as naked as she was. She felt his thin, muscular build… and more importantly, the hard, thick object twitching against her smooth thigh.
Now that she had recovered her composure, Sharon decided that dream or not, this is what she was longing for-her kindly uncle in bed with her. Incest or not, she intended to take advantage of the situation. Her hand reached down and closed around the long, jutting tool.
"Uncle Nate, it's… so big!"
Her uncle laughed out loud. "Of course! Just because I'm your gentle uncle doesn't mean I can't have a big schlong!"
"No, I guess not," his niece agreed sheepishly. "Gosh, and it's getting bigger!"
Sure enough, Nate's prick had still not achieved its full dimensions, but the touch of the teenager's soft fingers was quickly bringing that about.
"Stroke it, Sharon," he hoarsely suggested.
The man's skin grew warm in contact with his niece's soft flesh and the pressure of her swelling tits against his chest. He snaked a finger down to her pussy. It was hot and wet to the touch as a result of her recent attempt at masturbation.
"Yes, Sharon," he groaned. "You stroke me… while I finger your cunt."
"We can do better than that, Uncle Nate!" the teenager cried enthusiastically.
And to prove her claim, Sharon shifted her left leg across the older man's torso. This resulted in her dripping slit opening up over the thick staff.
"Gee, I've never felt such an enormous prick!" Sharon gasped in awe. "I don't know if I can fit it in, but…"
"Yes?" her uncle said patiently.
Suddenly, the young girl threw caution to the winds. "Oh, shit, Uncle Nate, I need it bad! Please, give it to me good!"
"You bet, honey!" Nate groaned ecstatically. "I'll give you all I've got!"
He began to move his hips, dragging his huge tool along the length of his niece's warm, wet slit. His excitement grew by leaps and bounds as his purpling cockhead massaged the drooling cunt meat.
Sharon kept her hand on the thick pork, and as it treated her burning pussy to pleasure, she began to jerk it off with slow, sensuous strokes. Each time her hand reached the throbbing cockhead she pressed it harder against her steaming portal.
"Let's not wait, Uncle Nate!" She whined. "Now… right now… stick it in my hot twat!"
"God, yes!" Nate moaned. "Put it in your hole!"
With this the frisky girl readily complied. Nate felt his molten jism swirl at tornado force as Sharon began to insert his tip between her grasping pussy lips. To distract himself, he brought a stiff nipple up to his mouth and began to tease it with his tongue and teeth. Then, with a sudden motion, Sharon rolled over, dragging her uncle on top of her.
"This is what 1 want!" she squealed, holding the thick phallus at her dribbling entrance. "Now! Right now… stick it in me!"
Delirious at their lewd activity, Nate didn't hesitate for an instant. With the teenager guiding him in, Uncle Nate pushed his long, throbbing pecker into the clammy hole. Inch after pulsing inch passed between the slippery cunt lips, and he groaned as his rod forced its way between the girl's inner walls.
"More… God, more!" Sharon yelped, opening her thighs wider. "Give it to mmmeeeeeee!"
The frantic girl swung her legs around her uncle's torso until she could dig her heels into his back. Unbelievably, more cock was pressed into her canal, and she didn't know how she could fit it inside. Then she didn't care. All she wanted was to- wrap her cunt around the gigantic bat and fuck it silly!
"Ooooohhh… Ooowweeee!" she squealed, feeling herself tearing in two. "Fuck me… fuck me in and out… Fuck me!"
With a final heave, Nate buried his dick deep into his niece's raging sex furnace. There was no room to move as her wet pussy was clamped tightly around his embedded love log, yet somehow he managed to draw his dork out until his dribbling cockhead was poised at her sloppy entrance. With a groan of lust, he again fed every inch he had into the delectable teenager's pussy.
"Eeeeeeee!" Sharon whined, filling up with pulsing pork. "Uuuunnnghgh!"
Her trembling hands reached past her upraised legs to take hold of her uncle's taut ass. She began to drag his hips back and forth, organizing a steady fucking rhythm. She mashed her aching boobs into her uncle's face, loving the way he popped each hard nipple into his drooling mouth. Despite the weight upon her, she managed to lift her ass off the bed to meet his every powerful thrust.
"Christ, yes! Fuck yes! Oh, shit, yes!" Sharon babbled, her senses shattered by the rampaging pecker deep inside her pussy.
Uncle Nate was lost in a world of lust. He banged away like crazy, pinning the girl to the bed, ravaging her insatiable hole. Suddenly, he realized his churning load couldn't be denied. With one final, desperate lunge, he shoveled all he had into the girl's belly.
"Sharon… oh, Sharon… can't hold back… I'm… comiiiiingng!"
"Me, too! Fuck fuck fuck me!!!" Sharon shrieked, her world exploding around the spewing dick.
They came simultaneously, their cries echoing in the small dark room: "Eeeeeeeaaaaa-aayyyaaahhhh!!!!!"
They rocked and thrashed and humped together like two wildcats, utterly in the throes of orgasm. Nate shot wad after boiling wad into the teenager's blazing cunt as Sharon dug her fingers into his back. Their insane climaxes rolled on and on until they collapsed in total exhaustion.