The three of them ate steak and salad dinners in the small kitchenette off the huge cooking area where Conchita prepared the food. Edythe and Sally had both left, and Jeff and the two other girls enjoyed their meal in near silence. For awhile, Sue got her younger sister talking about what she'd done at camp, and Judy had emerged from her shell to talk with enthusiasm about her adventures. Jeff listened and made a few comments from time to time or asked questions.
Soon after dinner, Sue grabbed a sweater and ran out when a car honked in the driveway. Jeff glimpsed the gawky Turner Bukner as the blue Fiat rolled down the driveway. Conchita came from the rear recesses of the house, dressed now in a yellow cotton skirt and white blouse and sandals.
"Anything, senior, before I leave? This is my night off."
"No, thanks, just fine."
She bobbed and hurried out. He watched at the window as she walked down the long driveway. Was someone picking her up?
He turned back to the quiet living room and picked up a magazine, settling into one of the gold and blue patterned armchairs to read. The house was quiet. He supposed Judy was up in her room; he hadn't seen her since dinner.
He turned the pages listlessly, not really reading or even being able to keep his attention on the articles. He found himself straining and listening for sounds upstairs. He wanted to know what she was doing, where she was.
The room grew dim in the lengthening shadows as the sun went down beyond the ridge of hill surrounding the house. Jeff dropped the magazine and walked to the window to stare out. What was Judy doing?
The thought tempted and tantalized him. He knew it was crazy, wild, and dangerous to let his mind run along the path it was taking, but he seemed unable to halt it. It was one thing to have the twins come to him, almost begging for it, but to approach their kid sister was something else again. No matter how much he wanted to.
You've had all the screwing you need for one day, he told himself. He stared at the dark fringe of trees that bordered the drive. He and Judy were alone in the house. Christ, he could at least talk to her, check on her and make sure she was all right.
Pacified with the weak excuse, he walked through the dark house and went upstairs. There were no lights in the hall and he didn't flip the switch. Somehow, the cover of darkness soothed his thoughts and conscience.
He'd seen the door just to the left of the stairs open and close when Judy went up earlier. Now he knocked softly on the door, holding his breath as Vie listened for an answer.
For a moment, he thought maybe she'd gone out and he hadn't noticed. The house seemed very quiet. Then there was a whisper of sound and the door opened.
Judy stared at him, the same solemn expression on her face. Jeff smiled awkwardly.
"Hi, busy?"
"No, just sitting."
"Not much of a homecoming for you. First night back and everyone takes off for parts unknown."
"I'm used to it."
"Oh? You spend a lot of time alone."
"Yeah. I don't mind though. I have plenty to do."
"Am I bothering you? I just-"
"No, it's okay, I wasn't doing anything, honest." She opened the door and invited him in.
The room was pleasant, a mixture of child and growing girl, with stuffed animals on chests and the bed, pennants on the wall and a bulletin board full of pictures of faces that were vaguely familiar.
Rock stars?
She watched him sit on the small love seat that stood near the window. It was that or the bed, or the chair tucked under the desk in the corner. The soft light of the room softened the shadows on the child's face and she looked less solemn.
"Come here," he said to her.
She walked to him, not the least bit self-conscious, and sat on his lap when he put his hand out to her.
There was a thick lump in his throat and his pulse quickened. "Tell me about camp. Do yon wish you were still there?"
"Not really. I like coming home. School will be starting soon."
"You like school?"
"Sure. Lots to do." She wiggled to a more comfortable position, and Jeff felt the weight of her body press against his cock. The damned thing began to stir in hope.
He laid his hand on her thigh. She was still wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. What was beneath them? A bra? No, he didn't think so. He couldn't tell for sure but there was a looseness to her movements that belied any tight undergarments. That excited him. Her tiny young tits would be warm and soft to touch. Her vulva would be soft and downy, unmarred by pubic hair except in its very earliest stages. The lump in his throat began to swell and he cleared it noisily.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"Naw. Boys are pretty dumb."
A child. "What about men-uncles?"
She looked at him and smiled one of her rare, delightful smiles. "They're okay, at least you are. I like you."
"We hardly know each other."
"I remember the last time you were here."
"You do? For heaven sake, that was years ago, you were just a baby."
She shook her head. "I was five. You used to lift me high in the air and swing me around. I got all dizzy and flushed and I held on so tight. I liked it."
"The getting dizzy or the holding on?"
"Both."
He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, hugging her briefly. She didn't pull away, and he let his arms stay locked around her body, one hand very close to the tiny mound at the front of the tee shirt. She sighed and snuggled to him. "I wish my dad would hold me more."
Jeff let his hand move slightly. The soft hill of youth met his fingers, warmed them, and he closed his hand around her tit. It was like a cluster of cotton balls, almost undetectable but definitely there. He rubbed softly, holding his breath to tune in on any reaction she gave. If she protested in the slightest, he'd retreat fast and cut out.
She didn't. She lay against his chest, letting him feel her, saying nothing.
"Do you tell your dad everything you do?"
"No, we don't talk much."
"How about your mother?"
She shook her head and didn't look up.
He felt daring and brash. "What about your sisters? Do you have girl talk with them?"
"No, they think I'm a baby."
"Are you?"
She looked up with a start. "Of course not. I'm in seventh grade, junior high."
"Quite a young lady, I'd say."
That seemed to please her and the quick flash of anger vanished from her face. "Yeah, I guess."
She glanced down and stared at his hand on her breast. He squeezed slowly, pressing the hidden mound with unmistakable sureness, then releasing and pressing again. She seemed fascinated by the sight and the feel, and she didn't pull away.
Jeff let his other hand drop to her thigh. Her flesh was warm and enticing. He rubbed slowly, moving up to the edge of her shorts and waiting for her to react. She simply watched in silence.
"Will you tell anyone I was here in your room?" he asked.
She hesitated, then said, "No."
"No matter what?"
"No matter what."
God, she was inviting him, almost daring him to do whatever he wanted. She couldn't mistake his intention, and with the sex education kids got in school these days and with the open frankness about sex of at least one of her sisters, the kid had to know the score. Still she wasn't resisting. What the hell more could he ask?
He let his fingers slide under the edge of her shorts and reach up toward the juncture of her slim thighs. She was warm and pleasant, a waiting thrill. His fingers probed, discovered his accuracy in guessing that her cunt hair would be downy and soft, barely forming. He played hi it and watched her face. She was relaxed and interested. He probed a little deeper, slipping into the crevice between the higher mounds of her vulva, locating the wet tissues that lay hidden in the canyon beyond.
Judy sat very still, not moving her legs to spread them and give him more room but not clamping them tight to halt his play. He rubbed into the la-bia, finding the thick folds of feminine flesh and playing them between his fingers erotically. She made a tiny noise then, half delight, half surprise, and her body tensed slightly. He was stimulating her, showing her the potential of her young body. She let her breath out in a sigh.
"I won't hurt you, Judy," he whispered close to her ear, his face buried in her hair.
"I know-"
He did a finger search until her clitoris was under it, then flicked it back and forth. She shivered slightly.
"That makes me feel funny."
"Want me to stop?"
"No." No hesitation that time.
Jeff smiled and slipped his other hand up under her shirt. He had her tit again, mauling it lightly, feeling the tiny nipple like a seed under his hand. He coaxed the tit to cup in his palm and worked at it while his other hand explored the outer regions of her genitals. He didn't want to poke into her, rupture the tight curtains of hymen he knew would guard her virginity. His cock was hardening under her ass, growing rigid at the thought of penetrating another virgin pussy. Sue had been good, Judy would be fantastic. Light, so he could see. He wanted to see everything she had and everything they did together. He wanted to watch his prick slip gently into her twat and open her to the secrets of love.
She squirmed, unable to sit still as her excitement grew. Her breath had quickened, and she looked up at him with those incredible wide eyes and licked her dry lips nervously.
Jeff smiled. "Take off your shirt."
She skinned it over her head and tossed it aside. It was his turn to sigh at the loveliness of her youthful figure. The budding hills of her breasts were just as tempting as any big boobs he'd ever seen, more delectable and inviting. He touched one, then the other, and without removing his hand from her cunt, he bent over and captured one of the baby tits in his mouth. His lips trembled at the feel of the tender flesh, then closed very gently over the tiny tip of the nipple. He sighed and loved the hard little tip with his tongue, savoring the sweet flavor of her warm flesh, the excitement it sent through him.
Judy shivered and her fingers clutched his thigh as he continued to work at her breast with loving care. His hand between her legs was wet as her body began to respond with womanly intuition. Her cunt was lubricating, telling her it was ready for a new experience, an unknown delight.
Jeff raised his face and looked at her. "I won't hurt you, darling, you know that."
"Yes, Uncle Jeff," The words were a soft whisper, a kiss of breath between them.
Smiling, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Carefully, he drew down her shorts and white underpants, pulling them off her legs and dropping them to the floor. He stared at the new wonder unfolding before his eyes.
Her crotch was a golden haze of sunlight, brushed with fine new growth of pubic hair. He lifted one of her knees and spread her legs. The baby cunt opened like a winking eye for his view. Jeff's breath coiled like a hot spring in his chest. The pale vulva opened to pink wet flesh, long erotic folds of her labia majora and the shorter more delicate flaps of the labia minora. Between these, he could just glimpse the treasure hole beyond.
His cock stirred in immediate response, pressing outward against his slacks and seeping a drop of preseminal fluid to show the quick readiness he was gaining, the lust and need. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, pushed the pants down and stepped out of them. He bent to remove his shoes, then pulled off his shirt and stood naked before her wondering eyes. Her gaze took in his torso, the thick mat of chest hair, the flat belly with its dark patch of hah- that formed into the triangle above his sex organs. Her gaze became riveted on his hard cock, jutting and oozing even – as she watched. It made him horny just having her look at him.
Very gently, he climbed onto the bed, between her legs. His hands caressed her in constant long strokes, calming any fears she might have, keeping her new desire alive. He grabbed his prick and rubbed it against the thick mound of her vulva, between the hills and along the labia and tiny clitoris. Her eyes went very wide.
Jeff smiled. He pressed the prick head to the tiny opening and played at the heavenly gate for several seconds. She began to whimper and shiver. Smiling, he bent to examine her vagina more closely and saw the curtained doorway almost sealed shut by her hymen. His pulse pounded and Ms cock throbbed.
He bent to her again, cock aimed, hands parting the delightful young pussy to allow his entry. His cockhead touched her wet flesh and they both looked up, catching each other's expressions of-pure delight. She smiled, and Jeff leaned-forward slowly, exerting steady pressure until he could feel the stiff hymen resist him.
"It may hurt for just a second," he told her.
She nodded, biting her lip.
"Ready?"
She nodded again. Then he was pulsing, pushing into her, forcing past the membrane of her virginity. She stifled a cry, covering her mouth with her fist. Then he was in her, and her hand came away. Her mouth formed an O of surprise and delight.
Jeff felt the hot, wrapping, loving, little cunt accept his offering. He was in her, had popped her cherry, and had filled her baby cunt to overflowing. She couldn't even take his whole tool!
He felt like he was ready to explode. He'd never been in a hole so tight and loving. Not even Sue or Sally's asshole! He began to fuck Judy in slow steady rhythm, trying to control the wild fury of passion bubbling inside him. He succeeded for about twenty seconds, then all hell broke loose inside him. His balls seemed to pump semen into his penis. His muscles contracted in desperate need. He moved faster, slamming the hard ramrod cock into the baby hole without regard for its size. Instead of crying out in pain, Judy whimpered with delight and wrapped her legs around his body to ride the crest of the storm of his passion. She was moaning and whimpering, her eyes reflecting the sheer pagan joy that filled her. She was loving every second of it!
Jeff let his tensions go. The stored semen exploded in a violent orgasm, spewing hot joy juice up into her baby tunnel and gurgling and slurping as he kept fucking it into a froth. He felt another spurt, more load than he'd ever come before. The stuff poured out of him. His body was a fire pit of glowing coals, dumping the hot lava into her hugging cunt.
When he was spent, he gasped for air. Judy fell back onto the bed, her arms outflung, strangled cries of pleasure escaping from her lips like sobs. Her eyes were glazed and happy. She had come too. Just like that, she'd lost her virginity and had her first orgasm all at once.
Jeff pulled out of her very slowly. She turned to look at him.
"Did I hurt you?" he whispered, bending to kiss her lips gently.
"No… It didn't hurt at all. It was wonderful!" Her eyes glowed. – Smiling, Jeff climbed off the bed. "Come on, I'll show you how to clean up," he told her, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. They walked to the yellow and white bathroom and he showed her what had to be done.
"Uncle Jeff?"
"Yes, Judy?"
"Can we, I mean will we do it again?"
"Would you like to?"
"Ohhh, yes."
He smiled and nodded. "Anytime you want to, darling. I think I'll be staying around the rest of the summer."
She reached out and rubbed her hand over his chest hair, and down to his crotch and sex organs. "I'm glad," she said.
He grinned. "So am I, baby, so am I."