Forbidden Attraction Ch. 01
Author's Note: Both chapters of this two-chapter series is being submitted one after the other, so readers shouldn't have to wait very long before the second one is available for your reading enjoyment. Thanks for the continued comments, feedback, and votes, they are truly appreciated.
And now, allow me to introduce a hard-working uncle and his loving niece...
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It was Saturday as Frank wielded a long blue steel pole with practiced skill. While standing on the concrete sidewalk that flanked the in-ground pool, he easily caught leaves and dead bugs in the blue webbing of the attached net. He occasionally swung it over the lush green, freshly manicured lawn and emptied it with a sharp flick of his wrists. Watchful birds quickly took advantage of the easy meal.
He was proud of his accomplishments. After a successful career in high school, college followed. He may not have been the athletic type, and indeed had been poorly treated throughout school as a geek, but in the end he had been vindicated. At least in his mind, thanks in part for the technological revolution which his engineering training had helped to facilitate to some small degree.
And this was his reward; a luxury home in an affluent upper-class neighborhood, money in the bank, and a nice pool in a large back yard which faced a modest, man-made lake. Not bad, he decided. It was a far cry from the frightening corridors of high school, when he never knew when the bullies would prey on him like wolves attacking a defenseless sheep.
He'd never married. At the age of thirty-three he was still single. Frank was constantly chided about his 'condition' by family members whenever he visited. But the bulk of the family was still back in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
After college a promising career drew Frank to 'Silicon Valley' in California, where he helped design microprocessors. He found the distance separating them to be a good thing, especially in a family where sports was king, his older brothers were all jocks, and he had turned out to be the black sheep. He loved them all, of course, but never felt like he was 'one of them'. Especially when it came to the oldest, Peter.
He caught his own reflection in the rippling pool water. The black-framed glasses were gone, replaced initially by contacts, which had recently been deemed unnecessary following laser surgery. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, or so he was told. Several girlfriends and one long engagement that had been broken off at the end were a testament to that fact.
His close-cropped light brown hair had not yet started to recede. Although it ran in the family, for his brothers, all older, were balding. He never ate much and ran on a regular basis, keeping his body fit and trim. Frank briefly reflected. Yes, he was happy; as happy as a single, successful guy could be, but he was admittedly lonely at times.
The ringing of the cell phone on his belt distracted Frank. He automatically reached for and unclipped it, flicked it open, and answered.
"Hello?"
"Frank, hello, it's Pete."
Frank immediately recognized the voice of his oldest brother. His skin bristled. Peter had always been mean to him when they were growing up. Pete had since discounted his actions as innocent 'sibling rivalry', but Frank still harbored a grudge. The two were still distant with one another.
When Frank didn't answer, Pete sensed the lingering divide that separated them. "Look, I know... It's not about me; it's your niece, Nicole. You're the only one out there and she's in a bad spot."
Nicole was Pete's oldest and only eight years younger than Frank. She, like Frank, was drawn to California in pursuit of a career; modeling, in her case, in a way. She'd grown tired of the endless cold of Michigan and yearned for the sunny warmth and sandy beaches. He couldn't blame her for that.
When she was a mere eighteen years old Nicole made the big move along with a girlfriend, and they'd done quite well for themselves. The last Frank heard she'd traveled to Las Vegas on a weekend trip and gotten married to some guy that ran a tattoo parlor in L.A. Pete wasn't too happy about that but there was little he could do.
Frank had never been close to Nicole, but he didn't extend any feelings of ill will toward her either. "What's wrong?"
Pete tried to be strong but broke down in tears. Frank was shocked as he witnessed the curtain of manhood falling to the floor, exposing the soul behind it. After a few seconds the older brother composed himself enough to speak.
"He's beating her and has threatened to kill her. And he appears to mean it. She's so scared, Frank. Please help her. I have the name of a motel she's at. Is there any way you could pick her up and take her someplace safe? It'd mean the world to me."
His response was immediate. "You know I will. Tell me where she is."
"She's at..."
* * * * *
The five hour drive left Frank plenty of time to think. His last memories were of Nicole at a family birthday party. How long ago had that been? Years, to be sure; he'd just graduated college and soon after made the move to Silicon Valley. She had always been full of life, bringing pleasure to everyone around her. He missed that about her.
Pete was livid when he revealed his daughter was an exotic dancer. He went on and on about how Susie had talked Nicole out of college and was to blame for how she'd turned out. Susie was pursuing a modeling career while Nicole danced and supported them. The presumed unfairness soured Pete on his oldest daughter, straining their previously close relationship.
Realizing how hard it must have been for Nicole to turn to her alienated father for help, Frank knew she must not have had anyone else to turn to. That sad fact frightened him more than anything else. Tears of guilt and frustration began rolling down his face.
"Hang on, girl, I'm coming," he whispered into the empty cab of the SUV.
The sun was setting and it was beginning to get dark as Frank arrived in the northern outskirts of L.A. He followed the directions he'd gotten on the internet and located the run-down motel fairly easily. He winced when he saw the place and thought of Nicole cowering inside one of the rooms. He was glad Pete wasn't there to see it.
After parking and locating the room, he rapped on the door with the knuckles of his right hand. "Nicole? It's your Uncle Frank."
A few moments later a female voice timidly questioned, "Uncle Frank? Is it really you?"
"It is, sweetheart. Open up and let's get you out of here."
The doorknob turned and the door cracked open. A moist green eye cautiously peered out. Once she confirmed his identity the door closed, a chain was removed, and then the door opened wide.
"Uncle Frank! Thank God!" she exclaimed while tightly coiling her arms around his neck.
Not knowing what else to do, he tightly hugged her slender waist. "It's okay, sweetheart. Everything will be alright now. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Her long, silky mane had been light brown, but was now blonde. And she smelled wonderful. It felt so good holding her warm, soft body in his arms. He kissed the side of her face.
"It's so good seeing you again, Nicole. Are you ready to get out of here, sweetheart?"
She nodded her head up and down and removed her arms from around his neck. Nicole dabbed away the tears that were spilling down her cheeks and smiled in appreciative relief. "Thanks so much for coming. I've been so scared!"
Frank smiled reassuringly and reached his hands out, caressing her cute face. "You're more than welcome. Come on, let's get you home."
* * * * *
He glanced over at her several times. She looked really good. Nicole always had a nice body, and still did. It was hard for him to accept that his niece had grown into a twenty-five year old woman with a life of her own.
She was wearing white shorts and a pink t-shirt with the words "Pussycat Lounge" written across the front. A caricature-like graphic of a sexy cat dancing in a skimpy outfit was centered below the words. Frank could discern the shapely swells of her unbridled breasts jiggling beneath the fabric. He briefly imagined what they looked like until he mentally scolded himself for thinking that way about Pete's daughter.
She noticed him looking and nervously fidgeted in the seat. "You don't like me much, do you? My dad hates what I do."
He was incredulous. "Why would you think I don't like you? I love you, Nicole, you're family. Look, I know we haven't been very close in the past. You're all grown up already and I feel terrible about that now. But I can't change the past."
Her lips curled, forming a warm smile. "You were always my favorite uncle."
The confession warmed his heart. "Me? Really?"
She nodded her head in confirmation. "Yes, really. You were always nice to me, you remembered my birthday, and always got me the coolest gifts..."
He felt the guilt building as he thought of the lost opportunities he had to spend time with her. If he'd only known how she felt. At the time he suspected her feelings towards him were quite different, being the geeky guy his brothers saw him as.
"I should have visited you once you moved out here," he decided. "You were living just a few hours away. I thought about it a few times, but never picked up the phone. I could kick myself in the ass now for not doing that."
She leaned toward him, wrapping both arms around his right upper arm and leaning her head against his shoulder. "It would've been great to have you visit, but you came when I really needed someone. That's what's important, Uncle Frank. Thanks so much. You have no idea how much this means to me."
He reached his left hand over and patted her arms. "I'm more than happy to do this. Don't worry about anything. My home is your home for however long you need it."
She sighed in relief. "Oh, good! I thought you were going to put me on a plane back to Michigan."
Frank chuckled. "No, that thought never even crossed my mind. If that's what you wanted I'd be more than happy to, but I wouldn't force you to leave California."
"Thanks," Nicole replied. "As for me I can cook, I can clean, and I can dance."
"Which are three things I can't do very well, so this should work out nicely," he decided. "I thought about surprising you and showing up unannounced at the club you worked at, but I was afraid it would've embarrassed you, with my being your uncle and all."
Her head lifted and she looked at him with a surprised expression on her face. "Really? I would've liked that. And no, it would not have embarrassed me at all." She flashed him a sexy grin and added, "But it might have embarrassed you."
On impulse Nicole leaned over and kissed his right cheek. They sat together like that for quite a while, completely content and comfortable with each other.
"I'm curious about something," he hesitantly began. "And if it's something you'd rather not talk about, that's okay too."
His statement piqued her interest. "I like talking to you, about anything. Is it about my husband, or my soon-to-be 'ex'-husband, rather?"
"No, I was just wondering how you got started dancing."
Nicole smiled as she thought back. "It wasn't like I grew up dreaming of being an exotic dancer. When I was back in high school I got a part-time job working at a restaurant."
"Oh yeah, I remember that," he recalled. "That steakhouse."
"That's where I first met Susie. We had a blast together and got to be really close friends. At the time we were both saving like crazy. My dad was convinced I was saving for college and was always bragging about me to everyone, but I never wanted that and he refused to listen. Susie always talked about moving to California and trying to get a modeling job, and was encouraging me to make the trip with her.
"Call us crazy, but when we graduated high school we did it. Dad tried to change my mind, of course, but I was eighteen and anxious to start my life someplace other than Michigan. I don't think either one of us would have moved on our own, but having each other for support made it a little less scary.
"Once we got out here we did a lot of searching for modeling jobs. Susie was able to get an agent and did a little work, but it wasn't enough for us to live on. Apparently I wasn't 'model material', so I started looking for another line of work. That was when I was approached by a man who asked if I'd be interested in exotic dancing.
"He gave me a business card, which I held on to, but I wasn't interested in at first. It took nearly a week for me to decide to give it a try and I arranged for an interview. Well, that's what he called it, anyway. It was more like a tryout, like when I tried to join the high school cheerleading squad. I got up on stage and, like, danced. But the guy was the only one there.
"Apparently I did well enough and he offered me a job, so I figured why not try it? Especially after he told me how much money some of his girls were making on tips and table dances. I mean, I make more than my dad does!"
Frank smiled at her youthful enthusiasm. "What's it like taking your clothes off for strangers?"
When Nicole started giggling he glanced over at her. "What?"
"All the guys ask me that, but I never expected my favorite uncle to," she explained.
"If it makes you uncomfortable..."
She tightened her hold on his upper right arm. "No, its okay, I don't mind. What's it like... Right now it's no big deal. I'm comfortable with how I look and it's just a fun job to have. But at first it was real scary. My first time on stage in front of all those guys looking up frightened me. My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly take my clothes off. But it was also exciting in a weird way... It's hard to describe. But the more I did it, the more fun I had, especially when I got to know the regulars."
"So what else do guys ask you about dancing?" he inquired, keeping the conversation going.
"If we let the customers feel us up when they buy a table dance," she answered.
"Do you?"
"They're not supposed to, but we like to keep the regulars happy, especially the ones that tip us good," she admitted. "I feel sorry for the old guys, so I usually let them sneak a feel here and there, and the cute ones... Well, let's just say they can touch me where they want. And I usually do some touching back, especially if they get hard or have big muscles. But with the perverts, and we have our share, I make sure they know the rules up front."
Frank broke out into laughter at her 'pervert' remark. "I can just imagine the look on your face if I showed up and bought a table dance from you."
She placed her chin on his shoulder with a mischievous ear-to-ear grin on her cute face. "And I can just imagine the look on your face when I leaned over and whispered into your ear, 'Feel free to touch whatever you like, Uncle Frank'."
A shocked expression immediately appeared on his face. When Nicole saw his reaction she began laughing. His look softened as he realized, or at least thought, that she was kidding.
"You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. "I guess we'll never know, will we?"
The conversation fell silent for a few miles.
"I like talking with you, Uncle Frank," she told him. "We should've been doing this a long time ago."
He nodded in agreement. "We should have been, and it's my fault why we didn't. I'm so sorry that it took something bad to happen to get us together, sweetheart. Can you forgive me?"
Her soft lips kissed his cheek a second time. "I already have. Is there anything else you want to know about dancing?"
Frank hesitated. There was something he wanted to ask, but it was so extremely personal, and he didn't know how she might react. He finally broke the awkward silence.
"Do you... You know, get excited sometimes?"
She giggled. "I knew you wanted to ask that, all the guys do eventually. I think it makes them feel better thinking that they're turning us on. Sometimes my nipples get hard and I get wet down there, but usually not. It depends on who I'm with.
"There was this one guy, an off and on regular. He had these big, muscular arms and shoulders, and colorful tattoos. When he came in he usually bought several table dances. I'd take him to a dark corner and squeeze on his hard muscles, and he'd feel up my boobs and pussy. That guy always got me turned on. Then one night as I was leaving he was waiting in the parking lot for me. He just smiled when he saw me and opened up the back door of his SUV."
"What did you do?" Frank asked as he became intrigued by the story.
"I got in," she admitted. "He was the only customer I ever had sex with. And it was good, I am really good."
"What happened to him?"
Nicole's lips smiled, but her eyes looked sad. "I married him. He's the one that owns the tattoo parlor."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
She ignored his apology and continued. "We were really happy at first. I'd dance in the evenings, and he started teaching me how to do piercings at the parlor in the day. Sometimes if business was slow he'd close up for a while and we'd make passionate love. I had some of the best sex in that place. I don't know what happened, but when we were into the third year of our marriage he turned abusive. I stayed with him and kept hoping things would change but they didn't, obviously..."
Her voice fell silent and several more miles elapsed. In her mind she thought of the happy times she spent with her husband, those afternoons of wild fucking and earth-shattering orgasms.
"How come you're not married, Uncle Frank?"
"I never met the right woman," he responded. "I was engaged once, but she fell in love with someone else. Not everyone gets married, you know."
Nicole looked wistfully into the darkening sky. "I know. Sometimes I wished I hadn't. Are you happy?"
Frank smiled thoughtfully. "I think about that at times and I feel like I am, but I do get lonely. And when I get lonely, I visit Tiffany."
"Tiffany?"
He decided to be up front and honest with his niece from the start. Besides, if anybody could understand his penchant for visiting strip clubs, it would be her. And if she stayed with him long enough she'd probably find out anyway. "Tiffany is my favorite dancer."
"Is my Uncle Frank a perv?" Nicole asked in a playful voice. "Does she tell you the rules up front when you buy a table dance?"
He couldn't help but chuckle. "No, but I never tried touching her, either. I'm a 'by the rules' kind of guy, I guess."
"Oh, so you're a 'safe' customer. You should try touching her and see how she reacts. I'm thinking she'd probably let you."
"Why is that?" he wondered, curious.
"Because you're nice, and you're handsome."
Frank grinned. "You're just saying that because I'm your favorite uncle."
"You're my favorite uncle because you're nice, and you're handsome," she countered. "I'll go with you next time and you can introduce us."
He appeared shocked. "...To Tiffany?"
"Yeah, I think it'd be neat to watch my favorite uncle getting a table dance," she purred with a wide smile on her face. With one eyebrow raised she asked, "Does Tiffany get you hard?"
Frank's face turned red in embarrassment by her unexpectedly bold question. He was speechless and left gasping as he tried to form an appropriate response. Nicole laughed out loud, breaking the sudden tension that filled the air around them. Several moments later Frank sighed with relief and joined in.
"What happened to the shy, timid girl that I remember?"
"She grew up when you weren't looking," Nicole replied.
He nodded in agreement. "Yes, she did. She really did, and into a strong, independent, and very beautiful young woman. Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?"
Her eyes moistened as she smiled in appreciation and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Uncle Frank."
Frank reached his right arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He briefly leaned his head over and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I love you too, sweetheart, even more than you think."
* * * * *
Frank opened the back door and began pulling out his niece's bags.
"After working nights for so long I'm used to staying up late and sleeping in until noon-ish," Nicole told him. "That won't be a problem, will it?"
"Not for me it won't," he assured Nicole as he handed her one suitcase and grabbed the other two. "With this house being as big as it is, we won't get in each other's way. Come on inside, you'll see. I'll give you the nickel tour."
After opening up they stepped into a foyer. They were greeted by plush tan carpeting. A coat rack was attached to the wall on the left, and to the right was a small table with a vase and a fresh, colorful spring flower mix. The foyer spilled into a large living room, which was furnished with a cream-colored matching leather sofa, love seat, and recliner. An entertainment center boasted a Bose stereo and speakers, and a flat screen TV was affixed to one wall.
The far end of the living room flowed into a tiled kitchen with the usual amenities, including an island in the center which added additional counter space. On the far end was a sliding glass door which led to the back yard and the in-ground pool beyond. The pool light was on, illuminating the clear water and making it look very inviting.
"A pool!" Nicole excitedly exclaimed.
"Yes, a pool," he confirmed. "And a Jacuzzi, outside and to the left."
"This is great, Uncle Frank!"
Off of the living room were two hallways. The one to the left led to a bedroom and full bathroom. The one to the right led to two bedrooms, a full bathroom, and to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway with its own large bathroom.
"We can each have our own wing," he suggested.
After getting her bags into the bedroom down the hallway to the left, he gave Nicole time to get settled in. It was nice having her there, he decided. And the five hour ride home had been fun, talking and getting reacquainted again; even if her unrestrained forward nature had him reeling a few times.
He plucked the cell phone off his belt and selected a number from the built-in phone book as he walked to the sliding glass door in the kitchen. Twenty three hundred miles away a phone rang. Frank glanced down at his watch; it was a little after midnight in California, making it very early in the morning for Pete back in Michigan. A slight smile tugged at his lips. After three rings a groggy voice answered.
"Yeah?"
"Pete, it's Frank. Nicole is safe; I have her here with me."
"Thank God! I was so worried. Thanks for doing this, Frank. It means a lot to me."
"Not a problem. It's nice seeing her again. She's getting settled in right now. I'll have her call you tomorrow."
"Sounds great, brother. Later."
"Yeah, later," Frank acknowledged, and then hung up.
The sound of soft footsteps drew his attention. He glanced over and saw Nicole, who had changed into an oversized Michigan University t-shirt. He couldn't help but admire her pretty face and shapely body. The jiggling of her firm breasts caused his cock to stir.
"Help yourself to anything you want," he offered.
"I will, thanks," she responded while looking through the kitchen cupboards for something to snack on.
He couldn't help but to look and enjoy the attractive figure rummaging through his kitchen. Frank could have asked what she wanted and directed her explorations, but he so enjoyed watching her lithe form while she searched.
As she extended her arms to reach up he observed the bottom of the shirt shifting upward, exposing her etched calves and toned thighs. The sight warmed his lonely heart. At one point, as she reached to the highest shelf, the bottom of the shirt lifted enough to expose the bottom curvature of her very nice ass. He was a little shocked when noticing she wasn't wearing any panties.
Frank heard the crinkling of a chips bag and saw the familiar white and blue color as she pulled it from the cabinet. She looked in his direction, smiled, and mouthed the word, "Thanks."
He couldn't take his eyes off her. Frank kept watching as she searched for a bowl, filled it with potato chips, and walked toward him. His eyes were inexplicably drawn to the hypnotic shifting of her naturally firm breasts. He could just barely discern the outline of her nipples.
"You do have cable or satellite, don't you?"
He grinned. The insinuation was unmistakable. Her father never dabbled in technology, to her unending aggravation.
"Yes. I'm Uncle Frank, not your father Pete, okay?"
As she passed by she kissed his left cheek. "I know. Come on, let's watch a movie."
"I'm bushed, sweetheart. I've been driving for ten hours and I'm used to hitting the hay early."
Nicole frowned. "It's Saturday night! You can sleep in tomorrow." She reached for and grasped his right hand. Her soft fingers entwined around his. "Please, Uncle Frank? Come on, I need this."
His heart softened and he relented. "Well... Okay, Nicole, for you."
Her lips were reaching for his cheek but when his head unexpectedly turned she instead kissed his lips. The brief embrace caught them both off guard and they appeared stunned in the aftermath. Their faces remained close. They could feel the heat of each other's breath on their skin as they gazed deeply into one another's eyes.
Frank knew what he wanted, and sensed that Nicole wanted it too. But it simply wasn't right to take advantage of his niece, especially during such an emotionally tumultuous time.
"Uhh... I'll get the TV going," he offered, and stepped away.
* * * * *
He let her pick the movie and relaxed in his recliner as she occupied the loveseat and scrolled through the available listing and descriptions.
"How about this one?" she asked.
"Any one you want," he confirmed. "But please make it quick, it's getting late."
She stuck her tongue out at him and pressed the selection button.
Frank didn't have much interest in the movie. He looked over at his scantily clad niece several times, watching the expressions form on her face as she reacted to different scenes of the film. He repeatedly admired her sleek body, and the jiggling of her naturally firm swells as she laughed.
How long had he loved her in that forbidden way? There was little doubt in Frank's mind that Pete would've killed him if the older brother ever found out how Frank felt about his niece. Why did he harbor such feelings? And why did she appear to reciprocate? Maybe she didn't; could he just be imagining it, hoping that his twisted fantasy might finally play out? But it couldn't. Frank could never allow that to happen.
He kept his promise and stayed up with her. Once the ending credits began rolling Frank got up, stretched, and said goodnight.
Nicole got up and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for staying up with me. I just didn't want to be alone."
He smiled and gestured his understanding. "I know that, sweetheart, and you're very welcome. Sleep well."
She looked around the welcoming home. "I think I finally can now."
Once the lights were all off he lay in bed and tried desperately to sleep. Frank wasn't sure if he was overtired from staying up so late, or if his niece's presence was a bigger distraction than he'd anticipated. For whatever reason, he tossed and turned in sleepless frustration. Finally he stopped resisting what he knew his mind and body wanted.
Frank reached his left hand down and inside the front of his underpants. His fingers squeezed and stroked his stiffening cock while thinking of Nicole...
He quietly slipped inside her room and beneath the covers of her bed. Frank could feel the warmth of Nicole's body as she slept. She was lying on her left side facing away from him. He lay behind her, carefully threading his left arm beneath her neck and his right arm over her waist and up to her breasts.
While his mouth nuzzled the base of her smooth neck, his fingers lightly teased the nipple of her upper swell. He breathed in her wondrous scent, relishing the rich aroma. She very slowly awakened in his arms and grew aware of his welcome presence. Frank couldn't see the wide smile forming on her lips.
"Is my uncle being naughty?" she purred in a sleepy yet playful tone.
"Hmm... Yes, very naughty indeed," he responded. "Shall I stop?"
She turned over onto her back and stretched. "You know better than that."
Nicole's hand reached down and found his crotch. Her fingers pushed down the front of his underpants and encircled his hardening penis. Her attention quickly had him fully erect and pulsating with excitement.
"You feel so good, Uncle Frank," she whispered. "I'm glad you're here. It's such a wonderful way to wake up."
He grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and worked it up her body. She shrugged and squirmed at the appropriate times to help him get it off. After pulling it off over her head he tossed it to the floor. Their mouths found one another in the darkness, soft lips compressing tightly together as wet tongues eagerly entwined.
As they kissed his hands cupped both of her silky soft swells. The firm, supple flesh felt so good beneath his fingertips. He pressed his thumbs against the extended nipple shafts and rubbed on the diamond-hard tips, making her squirm with delight. She moaned softly into his mouth as the kissing turned feverish. Their thrusting tongues eagerly explored as the embrace grew faster and harder. Soon both were breathing heavily and struggling to recover their lost breaths.
He backed away and licked a trail down her silky smooth neck. His body scooted down, tasting every inch of skin that he could as his mouth descended lower. He buried his face between her breasts and compressed the warm mounds against his cheeks, savoring the feel of her flesh. Frank then moved his face to the left and captured an erect nipple between his front teeth.
"Oh, yes!" she weakly groaned as her body stiffened with desire.
Her hands grasped the sides of his head and pulled his mouth tightly against her aching tip. It throbbed upon his teeth and lips as he sucked and nibbled, bathing it in saliva.
"So good, Uncle Frank..."
After a few moments her loins were filled with tingling heat. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, begging for his attention. As much as she loved having him sucking on her nipples, Nicole was even more eager to feel his tongue devouring her cunt. She pushed down on his head, shuddering in pleasure as his mouth slowly lowered.
"Eat me, Uncle Frank," she pleaded in a breathless whisper.
His mouth was moving at a torturously slow pace, licking and kissing back and forth across her flat belly on his way down. Her hips and pelvis were anxiously rotating and thrusting her pussy into the air in anticipation. She could feel her wetness flowing, and smelled her own womanly scent.
"I'm so hot," she offered in explanation as her hands pushed harder, trying to force his mouth to her leaking sex. "Please, don't do this... Eat my cunt!"
But he resisted her desperate pleas and downward pressure, knowing that delaying would only get her hotter. Nicole's anxious reaction only made him pause longer. He licked and nibbled back and forth, so painfully slowly moving toward her center. His niece was writhing wildly, doing anything she could think of to get his mouth on her frantic pussy. The smell of her arousal grew stronger as juice coated the slick valley and dripped from the enlarged folds.
When his lips were finally kissing the shaved love mound and closing in on her cunt, her legs widened as far apart as they could. But his mouth kissed around her throbbing sex and instead teased the inner thigh so torturously close to where she so desperately needed him. When she grabbed the back of his head and pulled upward Frank finally relented.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out as she felt his fingers pushing the outer folds apart, exposing her steamy slit. "Eat my cunt... Oh God, yes!"
As he drew the enlarged clitoris between his lips, Frank slowly pushed two fingers into her wet hole. The muscle stretched to accommodate the digits, which began sliding in and out of her opening. Eating her was like biting into a fresh peach. Warm, sweet juice flowed over his lips and down his chin. He couldn't believe how wet the teasing had gotten her.
She pulled and guided his mouth into the most pleasurable position for her. Nicole's loud moans sounded as her body wildly writhed in sheer delight. She began grinding her pelvis up and down, shapely hips thrusting her pussy against his lips and fingers.
"Yes," she cried out. "Fuck me harder... Ram your fingers into my hot cunt!"
Frank more than happily complied, pumping his two wiggling digits into her quivering canal faster and harder. His tongue intermittently swirled around her enlarged clit, and then his lips nibbled on the tiny bud. Her overheated form began perspiring, the salty droplets mixing with her pussy juice.
She was panting heavily as her sweaty body jerked and twitched in joyous delight. The tingling fire in her loins slowly intensified as orgasm approached. Nicole was desperate to relish the wondrous sensations of sexual release as they continued to build.
"Almost... Don't stop, keep eating my cunt..." his niece pleaded in a frantic, breathless voice. "On, my God... Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me.... So close!"
Her moist body clenched hard as the tingling ball of fire in her lower belly erupted, sending powerful sensations of ecstasy rushing through her flesh. Seemingly every muscle in her body convulsed in strong spasms. Nicole's form shook as juice flooded her pussy and dripped from Frank's rapidly plunging fingers.
After several glorious moments the fantastic surge of pleasure dissipated, leaving her breathless and momentarily exhausted. Yet eager to return the favor, Nicole pushed her uncle's body onto his back and with a cute giggle went down on him.
"Oh yeah," he groaned out loud as he felt her warm, wet mouth surrounding the tip of his swollen prick.
He reached both hands down, fingers sifting through her silky soft mane while guiding her efforts. His hips began slight pumping motions, feeding his cock in and out between those talented lips. Frank relished the tingling pressure that filled his balls. The suction of her mouth soon had his semen leaking, which she eagerly licked and pushed around her mouth.
She took him in more deeply as her soft fingers squeezed on his balls. Nicole's head bobbed up and down as she sucked him off in earnest, taking him in to the back of her throat. She listened to his groans of pleasure which warmed her heart knowing the effect she was having on one of the men she loved with all her heart...
Frank's fantasy usually ended when he was fucking her cunt with his cock. But for reasons unknown, perhaps due to the excitement of knowing she was sleeping on the other side of the same house instead of miles away, he didn't last that long.
While imagining her mouth was devouring his erect prick, he stroked the full length of his penis. The tingling pressure quickly increased, signaling an impending eruption. He pushed the blankets back and rolled onto his left side. With the image of her beautiful face projected across his mind, he softly grunted in delight while climaxing, squirting an impressive amount of thick cum across the bedding.
And finally, sleep followed.