In spite of feeling lousy about the girl, Jeff slept well. The sun was already chipping away at the smog when he woke in the morning and rolled out of bed. He showered and shaved, then dressed and threw his clothes into the suitcase, snapping it shut and carrying it with him when her went down to breakfast.
What the hell had the girl figured? What had made her so mad? Women…
He ate in the hotel coffee shop, then tossed his bag into the back of the Chevy the garage attendant brought around. It would take him half an hour to drive to his sister's house. He should have called her last night, except he knew she'd insist he come right out; and he hadn't felt up to the questions and answers that would entail. Edythe was a good kid, but she could never forget that she was "big sister," a role that she'd been playing since they were kids. She was forty-eight now to his forty-five, and even though he hadn't seen her for seven years, he knew she'd still have all kinds of remedies for whatever ailed him. She'd want to throw him into an active social life, fill his hours to take his mind off his troubles.
Maybe that wasn't so bad. Maybe it was even the reason, or part of it, that he'd called her and told her he wanted to come down for a few weeks. He needed a change of pace, he needed to get his mind off his troubles and get back in the swing of things. Like he'd needed that girl last night.
Edythe had married a man almost twenty years older than herself. Larry Sommerfield was a broker, and he was rich. Plenty of bucks, enough for a big house in the hills above the city, one of those canyon places with plenty of privacy and room for a tennis court and pool. Edythe and Larry had three kids, all girls. The twins were fifteen and the younger girl twelve. They'd been-babies the last time he'd seen them. All cute kids, but kids nevertheless. He hoped Edythe had gotten around to the motherly task of teaching-them how to behave. On Jeff's last visit, all three of them had been brats he could have cheerfully dropped into the pool.
The street hadn't changed at all except that the trees were bigger, the hedges thicker. All the houses were set far back from the road that wound and curved under an arch of greenery. Many of them were bordered by fences or high brick walls under lush ivy covers. It was a quiet residential street that smelled like money.
He turned his Chevy into the long, sloping drive that led to Edythe's house. The house was set on a knoll overlooking the street and valley below, unseen from any angle. It was a prime piece of property that Larry Sommerfield had bought during the Depression when he was first starting out in business. He'd held onto it and watched it double its worth a hundred times over, and when he'd married Edythe, they'd built a French chateau type house on it in which to raise their family.
Jeff always felt as if he was visiting royalty when he arrived at the front door. He parked the car under the huge carport and climbed out, leaving the suitcase until later. It made him feel like a peddler to arrive with it in hand. Edythe always chided him that he should leave such things to her servants.
He rang the doorbell, and was surprised at the lengthy wait before the door opened. Then it was not the solemn-faced maid he expected but an incredibly lovely girl with rich blonde hair and startling blue eyes. She stared at him frankly, her red lips slightly parted.and moist. She was wearing a very brief halter and skintight shorts. Her bare shoulders and arms seemed to emphasize the hard swell of her young breasts against the thin cloth, and he could see the tips of her nipples outlined at the peaks.
His gut churned with sudden heat. Christ, she was gorgeous, and he'd be horny in a goddam hurry if she kept looking at him that way.
"Hi," he said. It was hard to get the word out past his dry tongue.
"Hi." She ran a pink tongue over her lips and waited for him to speak again.
"I-I'm Jeff Clausen, Edythe Sommerfield's brother." Was this a servant taking advantage of Edythe's absence to dress so casually, or maybe even to entertain a friend inside?
For a long moment the girl stared at him, then she smiled. Her teeth were perfect and white, the smile downright inviting. "Uncle Jeff," she said.
That stunned him. "You're-"
She giggled, and suddenly seemed much younger than he'd thought her at first. "I'm Sally."
"Sally!" One of the twins? But they were kids. He shook his head. "I don't believe it."
"Well, I am." She pulled the door open and stepped back, half leaning on it and thrusting the ripe young tits out hard. "It's been a long tune since you've seen me. I guess I've grown up some."
He stepped inside. The house was cool and the hall dim. He was glad that the filtered light hid the flush of his cheeks. "I'll say you did. My God! How old are you now?" Maybe he was wrong about the ages. Time went fast.
She shrugged slightly and the young breasts jiggled under the halter. He forced his eyes away and back to her face, but she had noticed his quick glance. The smile on her lips curved sensuously.
"Fifteen. Most people think I'm older."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
That made her laugh again, and she grabbed his hand. "You're going to stay awhile, aren't you?"
"If your mother will let me."
She snorted. "Mom doesn't care. What the hell, she's hardly ever around. I think she's screwing some guy and it keeps her plenty busy."
It shocked Jeff to hear this child talk that way about her mother, his sister. Edythe had always been so straight-laced. Maybe the kid was putting him on. He glanced at her sidelong but her face was serious. She was pulling him through the house.
"Come on, let's go out back by the pool. I was just having a Coke. You want one?"
"No, no thanks." He let her pull him along, and" he watched her tight jiggling ass under the shorts. If the pants were any shorter, her whole crotch would be exposed, and if they were any tighter, she wouldn't be able to move. As it was, they looked like they'd been poured on. He found his mouth had gone dry and it was hard to swallow.
The bright glare of the sun against a wall of windows hit him. They'd gone through the hall, past a huge living room and on the other side a dining room with a table big enough for a banquet and a crystal chandelier that probably would cost him a year's salary. He'd seen it all before, but it still impressed him.
They were in a rumpus room then, and beyond the glass the blue pool glittered in the sun, There was an open Coke bottle and a bag of chips on a small table and a large beach towel was folded at the foot of a chaise lounge. Sally had obviously been sunning.
She let go of his hand when they got outside and flopped onto the chaise. She grabbed the Coke and swigged some of it down, then munched on a chip as she adjusted the back of the chair so she could lie flat. Grinning at him, she lay back, the firm girl-woman tits poking upward like twin peaks of a mountain. The shorts rode up between her legs and Jeff stared at the dark smudge of hair he thought he saw there.
Sally flipped her long brown hair so it sprayed out behind her head and closed her eyes. "Mmm, I love the sun," she murmured. "Now, tell me about yourself, Uncle Jeff. Mom says you got a divorce. What happened?"
He didn't quite know what to say. A kid questioning him about his recent marriage breakup seemed awkward, but he couldn't quite put himself in the role of stern uncle and reprimand her. Not with the things he was thinking right this instant. He was thinking very un-avuncular ideas, to say the least. She raised one knee, and he was sure he was seeing a "bit of pubic hair. He felt a twinge in his private parts and tried to force his mind to less dangerous channels.
"Just one of those things," he said. "It happens."
The girl squinted at him. "Was she good in bed?"
"I don't think that's any of your business," he said, trying to sound angry but not succeeding.
She shrugged and reached behind her neck to untie the halter strap. She lay back again and tucked the string under the cloth, leaving her neckline bare so she wouldn't have sun streaks.
"I read that sex is the cause of most divorces. I was just wondering."
"Where is your mother?" It was safer to talk about other topics.
"Out." She laughed softly. "She won't be back for a long time, after supper I expect."
"Oh." The news stirred him and he was pleased.
She squinted at him again, her face solemn. "Do you swim?"
"Sure."
"Wanna go In?"
"My suit's in the car."
She was sitting up, undoing the back of the halter and letting the bra-top fall free of her breasts. Her young tits came into view, ripe and lush with the fullness of youth and health. She was big for a kid of fifteen. The tits stood straight out, with no sag at all. Rounded, smooth and surprisingly tanned. She'd obviously sunned nude many times. The dark patches around the nipples we're a burnished rose that ended in pink tips. Her tiny nipples looked soft and delectable, almost submerged in the roseate flesh.
"You don't need one." She stood up and began pulling the zipper of the shorts down. Moments later she stepped out of the scrap of cloth and stood before him naked. He was too dumbfounded to speak.
She was a vision of loveliness, a creature from a dream. Her golden body was slim and firm and supple. She moved with the grace of an animal and with the same lack of self-consciousness about her body. Her thatch of pubic hair was almost golden in the sunlight, a triangle of sparse shade over her young mound of glory.
Jeff gulped and couldn't look away.
Sally giggled. "You're not a prude, are you Uncle Jeff?" She posed before him, thrusting her breasts out defiantly. "Take your clothes off and come for a swim."
He glanced toward the house.
"There's no one home. We'll be alone for hours."
"You sure?" His voice was barely a croak.
She nodded. "Positive. Come on."
She ran to the edge of the pool, poised a moment, arms over her head, her young body taut and tempting, then dove into the water. He stood watching the pale blur move under the water until she splashed up, slapping wet hair out of her eyes.
"Come on, it's great."
He was shaking, but managed to get his clothes off, except for his shorts. His hands fumbled and his mind blanked. What the hell was he thinking of? His sister's kid!! He started to dress again.
"Hey! Don't!" She was at the close edge of the pool, her face glittering with drops of water, her hair slicked back. "I don't look. Come on, live a little!" She swam out three strokes, then did a surface dive, her ass flashing in the sun for a moment before she was gone under the water again.
Jeff gulped and felt his cock jerk. Shit. He pulled off the shorts and raced to the edge of the pool, half falling in in his eagerness to hide under the cool water before the child came up and saw him. Then he was swimming with hard strokes, racing back and forth in the pool, touching and turning before he had a chance to locate the girl. After a long time, he was exhausted and stopped to gulp air.
"Mmm, you're quite a swimmer."
He turned. She was right behind him, smiling and hanging onto the edge.
"Feel better?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it's nice."
"Haven't you ever swum bare-assed before?" she asked.
"Not with a kid like you."
"I'm not a kid!"
"Damn, don't I know that. Don't you know that it's dangerous for you to flaunt your body like that in front of men? Christ!"
"Oh?" Her tone was suddenly kittenish, all woman and grown up. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Of course, but you're a kid, even though you've got the body of-" He broke off in confusion, his face reddening. He looked away.
When he turned back, she was only inches from him, her hand on his arm under the surface of the water. "Uncle Jeff, I'm not a virgin."
He gaped. "For Crissake, what's that got to do with anything!?"
She was pressing against him then, her body warm on his despite the water that covered both of them. She-was rubbing on him, pressing her titties to his chest and trying to force her crotch against his. Jeff was in agony, his cock getting hard in spite of his attempts to keep it down. Jeez, didn't she know a kid could make a guy horny?
Yes, she knew, and that's exactly why she was doing this. She pressed to him, trapping him with her hand at either side of his head and pulling herself close by hanging onto the wall. He felt the hard nipples surge to his chest, felt the rougher texture of her pubic hair rub across his belly.
"For Christ sake!"
She was humping at him in mock copulation, and he was going out of his mind. Then her hand speared down suddenly, grabbing his dick and pumping at it. The state of semi-rigidity gave way to a full erection. He came alive like a shot, his prick swelling and pressing into her tight fist. The water felt like warm oil now as she worked at his tool. He felt the head bulge from the layers of foreskin, and pop out hi demand. He felt his balls fill and harden, and begin to ache with lust. His mind whirled. His niece. He had to stop before it was too late.
It was already too late. She leaned close, her pink lips parted, her tongue darting behind the perfect white teeth. Her tits seemed to float on the surface of the water, two golden globes of promise. She arched her body to him, spreading her legs and thrusting his cock upward between them. He was paralyzed with lust and shock. He felt the first touch of his cockhead against her labia, and then it was too late for anything. He slid his arms around her, helped her by pushing upward. His cock slipped inside her cunt and was bathed in the warmth it found. Then he was fucking her, grabbing her hips and bouncing her body on his as she held onto the wall and kept them from drowning. Her eyes were glazed with woman's pleasure, and she was panting through her mouth. Jeff's prick was a swollen, throbbing, live tool that he could no longer control.
Sally grinned at her uncle's remark. Of course she was a kid, and she knew damned well she was making him horny. He couldn't pretend he didn't like it. All men did. He was flattered all to hell to think he was attractive to a young girl, and she knew damned well he wanted to fuck her. She'd known it from the moment she opened the door and he'd taken a long hard look at her budding figure. What a stroke of luck her being home alone when he arrived. Mom had been very vague about his time of arrival, and had been unwilling to cancel any of her own plans for the day to wait for him. Sally hadn't been doing anything, so she'd volunteered for the task.
This was better than she'd dared hope for. He was hot and hard, she had his dick in her hand now, stroking and coaxing it to readiness. He wasn't going to stop her, that was certain. She moved quickly, straddling him and thrusting his pecker into her pussy. There-it was in, hot and heavy and big! God, he was big! She liked the way it felt to have him stretch her open like that, to fill her and heat her cunt. She gripped the pool edge and began to move on him. In a matter of seconds he was helping her. Then they were really doing it. God, it felt good!
The cool water of the pool quickly heated to boiling hi the hot tunnel that was so full of him. She couldn't tell how much of the hot wetness was her own and how much was wafer that seeped in as they thrashed together. She could feel his cock along every inch of her hot young snatch, and she wiggled and pressed harder to him'. He was holding her now, her hips first, then sliding his hands around to-her ass and cupping her buttocks and using them to hammer her on his. tool. He'd brought his legs up so she was sitting in his lap, and from the firmness of it, she knew he had his feet braced against the tiled wall of the pool.
She also knew she was going to come.
Jeff arched and held her close. God, he was in so deep it felt like she was biting him off. His balls floated and slapped under her, buoyed by the weight of the water so that they pressed to her ass each time he fucked into her. His cock was a throbbing hot poker, searing her woman flesh and taking new heat from her. He could feel the swollen, overheated head strain against the deep, recessed wall of her cunt. He was all the way in, taking up every inch of her space. It was a perfect fit, with the head flattened against the wall and the thick muscles of her cunt loving the entire length of him. Her tits bobbed and pressed to his chest. She was dazed and ready to come. So was he.
She bent her head forward and covered his mouth with hers, her tongue darting and probing for his* finding it and sending urgent messages of fire through him. Lights blinded him, his head whirled in a dizzy spin. He was coming. She almost bit his tongue, then let go, pressing against his mouth and screaming her passion into it.
"Christ!" His ejaculation exploded inside her, bubbling and bathing them both with hot, fucking fury. He slammed her on his prick, grimacing and twisting his body to drive as deeply as possible into her. His orgasm was like nothing he'd ever known before, wilder and fuller than anything in his experience. It was flooding from him, fining her, lathering his cock and draining him completely. Still he fucked her. Finally, long afterwards, they came to a stop, his dick still hi her but satisfied at last.
If she hadn't been holding him to the side of the pool, he would have gone down for the count. He was weak and shaking with the pleasure he'd found in her. His mind was fogged and his body drained. She was clinging tightly to him, and he had no desire to push her away. Her face was buried in his wet, naked shoulder; he could feel her hot breath still panting on his wet skin. Jeff put his arms around her, rubbing her ass and feeling between her legs. She was still attached to his prick like a sitter on a flagpole.
She sighed heavily.
"You okay?" he asked finally.
"Mmm, God yes." She looked up and smiled at Mm. Her eyes mirrored the complete pleasure she'd experienced, and she licked her lips with a pink tongue. "God, that was good!"
"Christ!"
She giggled and bobbed her head. "It was super, Uncle Jeff, really super fucking! I dig doing it in the pool!"
He came to his senses with a shock, trying to extricate his cock from her cunt and move clear of her sexy, hot little body. Uncle Jeff. He was her uncle! A blood relative, Christ! Worse, she was only fifteen. If anyone-
"What's the matter?" She looked surprised and hurt when he pushed free of her and swam out into the deep water.
"It was a crazy thing to do," he said, swimming away with his face in the water so he wouldn't have to look at her. Maybe he couldn't undo what had already happened, but he could make sure, damned sure, it didn't happen again. Suppose Edytha or Larry had come home…
He climbed out of the pool and strode to the lounge chair where he'd left his clothes. He used her beach towel to dry himself quickly, and then began to dress.
Sally climbed out of the pool and stood close to him, watching him curiously but saying nothing. When he dropped the towel on the chaise, she lifted it and spread it over the chair, then laid on it, stretching so her firm young tits strained upward. She held one hand up to shade her eyes and watch him finish dressing.
He tried to look away and couldn't. The kid was so damned brazen; she was actually flaunting herself for him, and she was enjoying it. She'd said she wasn't a virgin. She'd been damned skilled at fucking him in the pool, then bragged that she liked it that way. How many guys had she had? He wondered, then asked.
"You got a boyfriend?"
She shrugged, peeking at him from under her hand. "I date a couple of guys. I'm not serious about them, if that's what you mean."
He laughed, wondering what her definition of serious was. "You fuck them?"
"Sure, why not. Boys like me and I like fucking."
Jeff cleared his throat. "Uh, how many times… " He felt like a dumb kid asking all the questions, but he found he wanted to know. He couldn't just walk out like nothing had happened, and he couldn't just stand here and stare at her lovely naked body, at least not without thinking the kind of thoughts he was trying to keep out of his brain.
She shrugged again, half rolling to her side so the tits swayed gently and showed their full ripeness. The bas relief of the mound and coral tip against the white towel was startling.
"Mmm, I dunno. Does it make any difference?"
"No, I guess not."
"Why'd you ask?"
He felt his face warm. "You're so young-"
She giggled. "I got fucked the first time when I was eleven, and I liked it even then."
"Eleven!" Holy shit!
She bobbed her head and leaned on her hand. "Sure. What's the matter, does that shock you?"
"Yeah, I guess It does. I never thought-I mean-" He didn't know what the hell he meant.
"How old are you, Uncle Jeff?"
"Forty-five."
"Mmm, that's nice. I like older men. They're so much more experienced, you know,"
"You mean at fucking?"
"Sure, what else?"
He couldn't believe the conversation, and he couldn't believe her. A fifteen-year-old kid talking like fucking was her favorite pastime. He picked up his shirt and slipped it on, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He shoved his feet into his shoes and turned away.
"Where are you going?" she asked, sitting up suddenly.
He saw her reflection in the glass door but didn't turn. "I'll come back later, when your mother's home."
She ran after him. "Hey, don't go."
"I can't stay." Jeez, if he didn't get out of here she was going to have him convinced everything was just great.
She darted in front of him. "Why not? Look, stay. Mom will have a fit if she finds out I scared you off. She's got your room ready and everything."
"She's going to have more than a fit if she finds out what happened in that pool a little while ago."
Sally started to giggle, then smothered it abruptly. "So we won't tell her, okay?"
"I should hope so!"
"Deal?" Sally shoved a hand toward him to shake on it. Her face was solemn.
Jeff hesitated. He was playing with fire, he knew that. Logic told him to beat it, get out fast and put plenty of miles between himself and this cute little kid who'd managed to trap him in a dangerous situation. Trap? No, maybe lure, but he'd jumped into that pool knowing damned well he had no business even sticking around when she'd stripped off her clothes. Logic was one thing, but instinct and lust were another. Both were directed at her. He wanted to be close to her. He refused to let his mind play with the idea that he wanted her again. He was in control now.
"Okay," he said, taking her hand and shaking it to seal the bargain. "It's a deal."
He'd stay, but he'd stay away from her too. No more, he told himself, no more.