"Laurie, wake up! You're dreaming, baby – wake up!" Ned Dow said urgently in his niece's ear. She was perspiring freely, and her lovely face was twisted in a grimace of something that he could not comprehend, but it looked almost like lust.
"Huh what…? Oh, Uncle Ned. It's you," she said softly, her eyes glimmering with a slow, sleep drugged awareness of her relative's huge form hovering over her. Gradually her surroundings came into focus, the darkened room, the rumpled bed… and then the memory of what had transpired in this very room only a few hours ago.
It was dusk, nearly five hours since she had pulled the sheet over her to catch a few minutes of sleep after… After… Oh my God, she thought in panic. I can't let him see me… see the room… see the cum… the torn remains of the shift…
"I must've fallen asleep," she said, hurriedly, fresh panic rising in her as she thought about the consequences of her uncle finding out what had happened. "Am-am I late for dinner?" she stammered in a frantic search for something to say, something to draw attention away from herself, from the room.
"No, honey. I was just concerned about you… Marie went into town with me, and she just told me you hadn't touched the lunch she fixed for you… I thought maybe you were sick or something," he said gently, with concern on his handsome face.
"NO… no," she repeated more softly. "I wasn't hungry… I was tired and I decided to take a nap. I must have been more tired than I thought."
"You sure you're all right? It looked like you were having a bad dream."
"No… not a bad dream… It was different, a strange dream," she said, stretching, yawning languidly, then raising one naked arm to cover her mouth with her hand. It was then that she felt the dried crust of orgastic juices covering her belly. She realized, too, she was weak – and sore. "Tell Marie I'll be there shortly," she said, smiling weakly up at her uncle's concerned expression. "I want to shower. Then I'll be down. Okay?"
"Sure. Sure, honey. If you're sure you're all right."
"I'm fine," she answered. "After dinner I'll tell you about the strange dream," she concluded with an ecstatic gleam in her sparkling green eyes.
"Okay, honey. I'll tell Maria," her uncle said as he turned. At the door he paused, glancing back. "Don't expect to keep me up all night with your tales of weird dreams, though," he chuckled. "It's been a long, hard day."
"Yes, it has…" Laurie said softly.
After, dinner, in Ned Dow's darkened den, uncle and niece sat side-by-side on a large, comfortable sofa watching a variety show on the room's huge, colored television set. It was one of the few extravagances the hard-working rancher allowed himself – other than alcohol and an occasional woman. As he sipped on a small glass of good bourbon, he could not help but think how ravishing his red-haired niece looked tonight. She had taken a long time before coming down to dinner, but when she had, it was to his amazement and delight. She appeared at the table freshly scrubbed, her hair arranged to perfection, the color high in her cheeks, wearing a simple white dress with narrow, vertical, dark green stripes that flared at hips and bust and narrowed at the waist, accentuating her ripe yet youthfully blossoming figure. At the time, he had wondered if this was a special occasion that he had somehow forgotten, but when he had voiced his fear, the voluptuous teenager had assured him that it wasn't it was simply a girlish whim, a whim to please her wonderful uncle.
Laurie's mood had set the tone for a jovial meal, followed by her suggestion that they watch television while enjoying an after-dinner bourbon. Her suggestion struck him as odd, for he knew that she cared little for alcohol in any form, but he passed it off as an attempt on her part to please him, to act the part of the woman she was quickly becoming.
Laurie sipped demurely at her own whiskey, watching her uncle closely. She knew her impression on him this evening was having the desired effect. It was all part of a plan that had begun with the dream earlier in the day. While showering, her intuitive female instinct had guided the plan smoothly along its logical, straight-as-a-die seductual tracks. Much of it had been played by ear, the right inflection of voice, the proper suggestion at just the right moment, the fluttering of long, dark lashes as she held his eyes. It was a whorish instinct born in her, an instinct that was now just about to set the final, no-holding-back, no-holds-barred, barbed hooks.
Suddenly, Ned stiffened. On the television screen six young, girl dancers appeared dressed in scanty costumes that exposed the major portion of their succulently bobbing breasts. Even the narrow triangle of sequined material that covered the "vee" up between their thighs was stretched erotically tight, molded to their pubic mounds in such a way that even the protruding flesh of their cuntal lips seemed delineated in startling clarity! God, they were really beautiful, those kids… but Christ, they were almost indecent! What is television coming to these days?
Laurie squeezed his arm and giggled. "Why, Uncle Ned," she said teasingly, "you're staring!"
"What…?" Ned began, then flushed. "I… Uh… well, this isn't the kind of thing I'm used to. Things were a little different when I was your age."
"Things have progressed a lot," Laurie said, squeezing his arm tighter. "I mean people are more honest!"
"I… I guess so."
Laurie leaned up and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger a moment. "It's all right," she told him confidentially. "I don't mind looking at their tits if you don't."
"Laurie!" Ned said, shocked.
Again, his lovely teenage niece giggled. "Don't you think they have nice titties, Uncle Ned?"
"I… I guess so, but really, girl, you ought to…"
"Mine are nicer though, don't you think?"
"Laurie, for heaven's sake…!"
The redheaded teenager's heart was beating at triphammer speed in her chest. The moment was almost at hand, and she was terribly excited. She was going to do something wonderful for this man, her handsome uncle. She was going to show him the depth of her love for him. She could feel her young, tenderly throbbing pussy growing wet with arousal as she thought about what was going to happen, and her buttocks squirmed involuntarily down into the cushion.
"My tits are much nicer, Uncle Ned," she whispered breathlessly. "Look!"
Without warning, she took Ned's hand and pressed it tightly over her right breast, holding it there against the spongy softness. "There!" she breathed. "Isn't that much nicer than those girls on the screen?"
Ned gasped, his body stiffening on the sofa, as he felt his teenage niece's softly quivering breasts against the palm of his hand. His penis gave an involuntary leap in his trousers, and his heart thudded wildly while his brain spun in shocked disbelief at her wanton action. He tried to remove his hand, but she was holding it tightly across her palpitating flesh, and the soft warmth of it was like an electric shock running up the length of his arm.
"My God, what are you… what are you doing, Laurie?" he managed to croak in a hoarse voice.
"Showing you that my tits are better than those girls'," his niece replied pantingly. "I'll show you even better now…" Hunching forward, she took his hand lower, sliding it into the loose bodice of her dress, holding it then over the hot softness of her naked breast, the palm pressing tautly against the rigid nipple of her tender young mound.
Ned gasped again, and he twisted on the couch, staring down at his redheaded niece on the cushion beside him. Her bare breast sent fiery needles through his whole body now, and sweat popped out on his forehead. His brain continued to spin; he didn't understand, couldn't fathom what this voluptuous fourteen year old was doing…
Her uncle's hand touching her naked flesh made Laurie shiver with lascivious delight as she held it pressed over her trembling breast. "Oh, Ned, your hand feels so good on my tit. I like you to hold me like that!"
The older man couldn't seem to breathe. The sweat had flowed down into his eyes now, obscuring his vision. Dear God, what is she doing? I'm her uncle, not… not some boy friend or lover… doesn't she realize that? My own niece… my innocent little girl… what's come over her to be acting this way…?
Laurie turned her face up to his, breathing warm sweet air against his skin, her eyes shining with something he had seen only in women who were about to be loved. She began to move his hand, around her ripely offered breast, the palm rolling her turgid nipple in tantalizing little circles that caused her breath to come faster and faster, her entire body trembling now with desire. Ned was frozen, unable to stop her actions, his arm and hand like placid clay in her dexterous fingers, his stomach a pit of fire at the prurient sensations which had begun to course through him from his niece's manipulations, from the erotic feel of his little girl's naked flesh. His restlessly stirring cock jerked and trembled, coming erect in his trousers, and he thought: No, no this is wrong… my God, I'm getting turned on by my own niece!
"Ned," Laurie whimpered. "Kiss me… please kiss me!"
There was no other world left for Ned Dow now except that tiny area of existence inside the darkened room; there were no erotically dancing girls on the screen. There was nothing at all except this mind-blowing tableau of his niece rubbing his hand across her naked breast and begging him to kiss her, kiss her not like a uncle, but like a lover.
Laurie raised her head and Ned, unable to move his head away, could only stare wide-eyed into the liquid depths of the young girl's smoky eyes as she brought her face over his, her lips parting moistly and moving on his mouth. An implacable surge of fiery passion seethed through the older man at the contact of his young niece's lips on his own, and he began to tremble, her breast under his hand now as hot as a burning mound of coal. Then Laurie's hot, hard little tongue was flashing into his mouth, darting madly around and against his tongue.
Ned's fully erect cock was palpitating with desire, and his cum-filled balls ached at the contact of her lush teenaged body with his. Her free hand went boldly down onto his knee, causing him to jerk spasmodically with further electrical jolts of pleasure, then she drew her hand higher, higher, moving it along his thigh as her tongue and mouth worked passionately on his own, as her sensually trembling body strained hard against his on the couch…
Laurie was consumed with raging desire now, for her plan was succeeding and she would soon have the intense pleasure of making love to this man she so loved, her uncle. She stroked his leg with one hand while her other helped his rough finger to caress her quivering breasts. The fourteen year old girl moaned deep in her throat as she swirled his saliva with hers, uncle's and niece's commingling in hot wetness in both their mouths.
This is wrong… This is wrong… this is wrong… Ned's mind chanted, but still he could do nothing to stop what was happening. It was as if he had been held spellbound by the enchantment of his niece and her softly heated flesh. His love for her was as strong as he'd ever felt for any woman, intensified by the exciting knowledge that they were of the same blood… excited that a beautiful young girl could feel a special need for him. At this moment, he could not deny the driving emotions, the all-consuming fire, which spiraled upward from his groin. God help him, he wanted to fuck her! And he would – regardless of the consequences!
His arms tightened convulsively around her as she caressed his thigh with harder, quicker strokes. She released his hand on her breast, brought it over to caress his chest through the cowboy shirt he wore, both her hands moving hotly, restlessly, over her uncle's trembling body. Ned tried in one last desperate attempt at rational behavior to remove his hand from his niece's softly resilient breast, but he couldn't, he couldn't move at ail except to continue to caress her, hold her tightly to him, tweak her hot, hard little nipples into further arousal, fuse his tongue with hers in a madly wet hot kiss of desire.
Then his niece's eager, searching hand moved all the way up his thigh, found the aching bulge between his legs, and began to stroke it with gentle yet demanding fondlings. The touch of her fingers on his hardened penis, his swollen balls, brought palsied trembling to Ned, agonized animalistic groans from deep in the core of his being. But he couldn't stop her, he couldn't stop her at all…
Oh he's so big. So much bigger than Ken! Laurie thought wildly as she stroked her uncle's genitals. Oh I knew he would be big. The biggest, I just knew it! It's so good, I'm glad I decided to do this, I want you, Uncle Ned, I want you to fuck me.
Now his heavily breathing young niece's questing fingers located the zipper of Ned's fly, began to draw it down. She broke the kiss then, nuzzled his cheek, his neck, reveled in his gasping. Against his ear she whispered hotly, "Let me take it out, Uncle Ned. Let me take your beautiful cock out and squeeze it in my hand and I'll make it get even harder!"
"L-Laurie…" he managed to wheeze, in a last semblance of rationality, of propriety, "you can't… do this. It's wrong, child, it's incest. We can't…"
"Ned, Ned, I love you, I love you, I want you!"
"Ooohhhh…"
"You love me too, don't you? You want to love me all the way like I love you, don't you? Say you do, Uncle Ned, let me take your cock out and hold it…"
There was no more resistance left in Ned. Never had his body been this hot, this consumed with desire. Yes, he wanted her! Yes, damn it, yes, yes, yes! He loved her, he loved her more than anything in the world, and this was the ultimate expression of love, yes, yes, yes, "Yes, honey, oh God, yes, take it out, yesssssss!"
Laurie's fevered fingers drew the zipper all the way down, then went to his belt as Ned continued to massage her breasts under the loose gown, showering hot kisses onto her red hair and long slender neck. His lovely teenage niece unfastened his belt, opened his pants, pulled them aside. Then her long-nailed fingers slipped inside the waistband of his shorts, drew them down and away from his hard, throbbing penis, as Ned lifted his buttocks convulsively from the sofa cushion to help her.
Once his massively pulsating cock was free of its constricting garments, free and naked in his niece's hot hand, Laurie gasped at the immensity of it and at the hot rigidity of the shaft of flesh of her uncle which she held so tightly in her hand. Oh yes, yes, it was so big, so big and wonderful…
Never had anything felt so good to Ned as his niece's little fingers wrapped around his erection! Wave after wave of prurient desire swept like a floodtide through his body, and he moaned aloud in his ecstasy, mindless with arousal, past all caring of anything but the lewd forbidden delight surging through his flesh. Laurie transferred his burgeoning cock to her other hand, using the former one to caress the underside of the shaft with her long nails, up and down, up and down, teasing him until the boiling sperm began to churn in her uncle's aching scrotum.
Her eyes open wide, fiery desire in control of her own body completely now, Laurie stared down at the huge, palpitating cock she held in her hand. Who would have thought that she would so revel in a man's penis, a part of her mind cried. But Ken's long hard shaft of flesh inside her at the cabin that day had opened a whole new world of wonderment and desire, a world she had plunged into joyfully, embracing it to the fullest. It was beautiful, her uncle's cock was beautiful, all cocks were beautiful, yes, but her Uncle Ned's was the most beautiful of them all…
She continued to stare almost hypnotically at the quivering head of his manhood, glistening moistly in the darkness of the room from its sheen of excited lubrication, the unseeing eye staring at her like some pagan symbol of pleasure. It seemed to sway in her hand, as if with a hidden power of its own, commanding her to come nearer, to engulf it within the soft wet warmth of her mouth!
Laurie opened her mouth, licking her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between them. She moved her head slowly downward until it was only an inch above the wavering head of her uncle's uncontrollably pulsating cockhead and her jutting pink little tongue almost touching the tiny secreting eye.
Ned realized in that moment what his niece wanted to do, what she was about to do, and he was seized with a momentary pang of guilt. But even as he thought it, the tremendous excitement of the act hit him full force, causing his eagerly throbbing cock to leap anticipatorily in his teenage niece's hand, and he knew he did want it to happen, no matter what, he wanted her to suck his cock! That was all that made any sense, all that really counted, this young girl he loved so much.
Her uncle's warmly pulsing penis was the only important thing in the world for young Laurie Dow now. She dipped her head forward, her heart threatening to burst through her chest cavity, her wet little pussy raging with desire… and then her tongue touched the rubbery glans of her uncle's lust-swollen cockhead, touched it and tasted the bittersweet pungency of his seminal fluid. Yes! her mind cried exultantly, yes, so good, it was good, her uncle's cock tasted so good…!
Laurie began to swirl her tongue around the heated glans opening, lapping up all of the sticky emission there, and her uncle groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing in his niece's red hair at the electric touch of her moistened tongue on his eagerly quivering cock. She ovaled her mouth wider and sucked the entire head up inside, moving her tongue in circular, progressively faster strokes, holding the thick base between her thumb and forefinger with one hand while she tickled his spermladen balls with the nails of the other.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Ned wailed in abandoned delight, his fingers convulsively twisting in his niece's swirling roan hair. "Oh yes, my darling, oh yesssss! Suck it!"
Laurie began to suck rhythmically up and down, taking more and more of his great throbbing shaft of flesh into the interior of her soft young mouth, her tongue swirling against the sensitive underside of his cock on each withdrawal stroke. She used the tip of her tongue to part the glans opening, widening it so that more semen flowed out against her tongue. Her uncle jerked his hips upward off the sofa convulsively, driving his thick rod deep and hard against the roof of Laurie's hungrily sucking mouth. He was moaning in enraptured cadence now, squeezing her breasts hotly and almost painfully, his balls aching with his impending cum.
His lovely young niece was sucking him like a gluttonous unweaned calf now, completely lost in the lewdness of the act which she was performing, reveling in the salacious taste of her uncle's cock and it's seeping male emissions. Ned's naked buttocks twisted and rolled on the cushion as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to nibble his rock-hard member, wanting him to cum, wanting to taste his hot seed as it filled her mouth to overflowing. Her own loins were aching with increasing tension as her orgasm built higher and higher, wanting to cum herself as she knew her uncle would soon cum, wanted them both to cum together, uncle and niece, lovers…
She began to suck him faster and faster, more wildly, her own hips churning madly as her wetly ovaled mouth strained down on his lap, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her head bobbed up and down with frenzied speed, like some impossibly functioning piston, taking all of his long thick cock into her hot young mouth. The girl's lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of her uncle's pubic hair on the downstroke, and she could smell the intoxicating aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on even faster.
Never, never, had anything been this wonderful for Ned… not even Barbara Ross' expert manipulations. This was the greatest, this was the ultimate… He had to cum, had to cum, in his little girl's mouth, had to cum, had to cum, had to…
And suddenly, without warning, he did!
"Aaaaagggghhh, that's it, baby, I'm cumming, oh my little baby, I'm cummmiiinnngggg!"
He jammed his hips upward, burying his exploding penis deep in his niece's soft throat, while she moaned ecstatically. The first hot spurts of semen spewed from the opening in his glans head, inundating the back of the teenage girl's mouth, geysering madly from his crazily jerking penis. Her throat tightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed forth, and she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the creaming liquid, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.
Laurie's own orgasm blasted through her convulsing little pussy then, brought about and triggered by the act she was performing, the total abandonment of it, of loving her uncle this way. Wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release took hold of her ten times as great and wonderful as with Ken, or Hank, or Will, or Tommy, or the hired hands. She gurgled and squealed around her uncle's cock, still swallowing his seemingly never-ending flow of white hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of the delicious male seed. She reached a height so dizzying, a pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her young mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of it.
Finally, moments later, her uncle's cock deflating in her mouth, Laurie lifted her head, letting the pleasure-giving instrument slide wetly from between her lips, trailing a lewd string of his cum between her mouth and his cock-head. Ned lay back against the sofa, half comatose from the excruciating bliss he had just known from his niece's warm wet mouth on his cock, unable to think, unable to do anything in the aftermath of such great delight.
Laurie leaned over and kissed him, tenderly, on the mouth with her sperm-glistening lips, hugging him fiercely, and into his ear she whispered, "I love you, Uncle Ned, I wanted to make you happy."
It was a long moment before Ned could answer, and then he said, the words filling him with a new sense of himself, of life, of love, "Yes, my darling, you made me happy. You made me happier than I've ever been in my life."
"Uncle Ned, I love you so much!"
"And I, you, Laurie honey. That's all that counts, I guess… that's all that really counts."
Together, uncle and niece snuggled there in one another's arms, and young Laurie Dow was filled with elation, with joy incomparable. It was perfect, this relationship she now had with her uncle, what she had done tonight had indeed been right. Now, in a few moments, there remained only the second part of her plan to make things absolutely perfect, irreconcilably perfect.
She kissed her uncle again, smiling as she thought about what was going to happen…