Three's A Family
by Grace Wilkinson
(LLP-193)


FOREWORD 

The gripping novel you are about to read contains elements which many will 
feel belong solely to the realm of fiction and fantasy. 

However, we are told psychiatrist's couches are filled with thousands of 
patients who have known a real "Uncle Bob". Authoress Grace Wilkenson has 
created a composite character, formed from countless real uncles, older 
brothers, and yes, even fathers and grandfathers, all of whom have found 
themselves overly aware of the not insignificant charms of the young girls 
in their households. 

If you will ask almost any woman of your acquaintance, you will find (if she 
dares to answer truthfully) that she has known such a relative. Therefore, 
Carol, the child/woman of this story may not be in as unusual a situation as 
it might seem. Fortunately for this young sprite, she too is an unusual 
little person to start out with. Otherwise one would be prompted to 
speculate as to the dire consequences of her actions. 

Thrown pell-mell from almost total innocence to total debauchery, the 
heroine of this outstanding work goes beyond anything Nabokov had envisioned 
for Lolita, only to become a stalwart champion for her own rights. 

Would that every young girl would so effectively thwart such premature and 
incestuous attention. 

This timely work should sound a warning to every family regarding the 
extraneous relationships possible between their unsuspecting pubescent 
daughters and the unstable relatives who prey upon them. 

We are sure you will find yourself both surprised and enlightened by this 
latest novel in this astounding best selling series by Miss Wilkenson. 

-The Publishers 

CHAPTER 1 

"Pass the potatoes, please!" Carol stretched her slender arm past Uncle Bob, 
as her father passed the bowl to her. 

"Thanks, dad!" she replied, unmindful of her uncle's slightly flaring 
nostrils, and the sharp intake of his breath as her perfume drifted his way. 
He was sitting right beside her, and the wine was going to his head ... and 
the perfume was beginning to get to him. It wasn't that it was such a 
pleasant odor, but it was strong, the kind a thirteen-year-old would buy for 
herself. 

Carol began to hungrily gobble up her second helping of potatoes with the 
smiling approval of her parents who sat across from her at the round table. 

Bob wondered where on earth she could put all that food, she was slender as 
a rail, but he hadn't failed to notice the plump twin mounds of her budding 
breasts that jiggled beneath her sweater, betraying the fact that she wore 
no bra. And her little ass, well, it was small but well shaped, curvy and 
tight, like a young boy's but softer. 

"Great dinner, MOM!" Carol pronounced, with a mouthful of bread. Then 
turning to Bob, "This is a special dinner in honor of your arrival, Uncle 
Bob! Usually we get hot dogs!" 

"Carol!" Jean's voice rose sharply, her delicate features betraying the 
nervousness she had felt since her brother had arrived that afternoon. 

"Only kidding, Mom!" Carol laughed, she loved to put her mother on these 
days, "You always take everything so seriously!" she cried, tossing her 
blond curls with her hand. She was just beginning to enjoy the fact that she 
was pretty, and took infinite care with her hair and clothes, hoping to 
attract the approval of her girl friends and the attention of the boys at 
school ... one in particular ... Bud. 

Carol's father looked across the table at his daughter ... a stern 
expression of disapproval crossed his face as he watched her devouring her 
food with gusto. "What would Bud say if he could see you now ... not very 
lady-like, are you?" 

"Daddy, you're so square ... would you please not bring up Bud's name ... 
he's a creep ... and you're spoiling my dinner!" 

Bob finished off his third glass of wine and smacked his lips ... "AAAah!" 
he said teasingly...."a boyfriend, already ... a little advanced for your 
age ... aren't you?" 

The level stare of Carol's clear blue eyes almost took his breath away, and 
he felt his cock give a noticeable jump as his niece stuck her tongue out at 
him quickly, and then composed her face as though she hadn't. 

In a short while the conversation had turned to other less volatile 
subjects, and Jean rose to go into the kitchen for dessert. Bob found it 
harder and harder to concentrate on what his brother-in-law was saying, 
becoming overly conscious of Carol fidgeting in the chair beside him. 

Slowly his leg moved to the left in her direction. It was almost as if it 
was moving on its own power ... as though he really had nothing to do with 
it at all. His face broke out in a sweat as his leg met something ... it had 
to be her leg, for Christ's sake, and she hadn't moved it an inch. The warm 
contact sent chills racing up his leg, and he felt his balls contracting and 
his long thick penis swelling uncomfortably in his pants. 

Jesus, she's got to know what's happening ... she's just holding her legs 
there without moving away! Then Carol moved her leg slightly, and Bob felt 
the soft material of her tight fitting ski pants brush against his leg. 

Just then Jean came back into the room with an apple pie and placed it in 
the center of the table. Carol leaned over to help herself to a piece, and 
the electric contact that had held Bob so still for the last few moments was 
broken. He smiled across the table at his sister Jean, and mopped his brow 
with his handkerchief. 

"Home cooking!" he declared...."just what this tired old man's been 
craving!" 

"Bob, come on, you're hardly old!" Jean replied. 

"Yeah, Bob, if you're old, that makes me old too ... and I'm resisting that 
label for a while," Tom added. 

"Just how old are you, Uncle Bob?" Again the cool blue eyes flashed into 
his. He wondered how she would react if she knew how hard his prick was 
right then ... and why. 

"Let's just say, I'm in my early forties ... older than anyone here, 
anyway!" 

"Oh, yeah?" Carol asked curiously. "You don't look so old...." Her attention 
returned to her plate, and Bob welcomed the relief from the tension he felt 
each time she looked at him that way. He longed to move his leg back, but 
somehow he no longer had the courage to do it. Instead he passed his glass 
to his sister for a refill of the strong red wine. 

He noticed Tom's look of disapproval as Jean poured him a goodly amount, but 
now he didn't care ... it was all set, he was staying for a few weeks with 
them ... until he got back on his feet. He'd start looking for a job in town 
soon. Ever since that bad case of flu had put him on his back over in 
Newburgh, he just couldn't seem to be able to hold down a job. That last gig 
as an encyclopedia salesman had almost driven him crazy. No reason why he 
really had to cotton up to Tom, he knew where he stood with his 
brother-in-law ... but hell ... blood ties are stronger than any piece of 
paper ... and he knew that his baby sister Jean would always stick up for 
him, no matter what. 

The wine felt good going down, and Bob's thoughts were beginning to get 
hazy. He'd had no idea that his little niece had grown up to be such a bitch 
of a little cunt ... wagging her cute little ass around in those tight pants 
... enough to make him forget he was her uncle ... well, there was no harm 
in looking ... too bad he couldn't get a little taste though.... 

The next thing Bob noticed was that everyone was suddenly getting up from 
the table. Carol had pushed her chair back and was sauntering from the room. 

"Aren't you going to say goodnight to Uncle Bob," Jean asked. 

Bob stood up unsteadily and watched as Carol turned and walked back toward 
him. The small points of her nipples jutted up and out toward him as she 
approached, and it seemed to Bob that he could see them beneath her cashmere 
sweater. She came close to him, and then raising on tiptoes, kissed him 
lightly on the cheek. 

"Good night, Uncle Bob! I'm glad you're staying with us ... maybe now 
there'll be a little fun around here!" She rolled her eyes and smiled, her 
even white teeth gleaming. Again the heady perfume intoxicated him. 

"Good night, pumpkin!" Tom came over and embraced his daughter, taking her 
up, and holding her small body briefly against him. "Sleep well, honey ... 
and be sure to finish your homework!" 

"I don't have any tonight," she called back to him, and they all stood 
watching Carol walk away again, finally disappearing from view as she 
climbed the stairs to her room. 

"She's growing up so fast," Jean said, a slight embarrassment creeping into 
her voice. 

"You can say that again," Tom growled. "Well, I don't know about you two ... 
but I'm going up ... this is my one night off from the restaurant and I'm 
going to get some sleep." 

"Sure, Tom," Bob said. "Guess I'll hit the sack, too.... 

"Can you find your way to your room, Bob ... I mean, I'm sure everything 
you'll need is there ... towels in the bathroom ... if you need more 
blankets, there are some in the second floor hall closet ... and...." 

"Sure, sis ... I'll be fine ... don't worry about a thing!" 

He kissed Jean good night, and turned to shake Tom's hand ... Tom's hand 
crushed his in a hard grip that made him thankful when the handshake was 
over. If he could just make it up to his room now, without making a fool of 
himself, everything would be fine. With a concentrated effort he fixed the 
stairs with his eyes and started toward them. He took each step slowly, and 
deliberately. Didn't want them to think he couldn't hold a few glasses of 
lousy wine, for Pete's sake! ... and soon he was on the second floor. 

He looked at the doors that lined the hallway ... three doors ... which one 
was Carol's, he wondered ... then he continued on, up the next flight of 
stairs that led to his attic room. 

She must be down to her panties by now ... I wonder if she's got hair on her 
hot little pussy yet! 

* * * 

Jean unpinned her hair and let the blond locks fall down over her shoulders. 
She lifted her arm up to begin brushing it out for the night as she sat in 
front of her vanity table. In the mirror behind her, Tom paced nervously 
back and forth, and Jean waited patiently for the tirade she knew was about 
to begin. 

"He guzzled that wine like it was going out of style!" Tom fumed. "You 
didn't tell me he had a drinking problem too ... add that to all his other 
problems ... the guy's a wreck ... I don't care if he is your brother! ... I 
don't want him hanging around here any longer than absolutely necessary!" 

"Tom, please!" Jean bit her lip, still brushing automatically. Her hair 
shone in the soft light of the bedroom, its honey color only slightly darker 
than that of her daughter's. Clad only in the pink peignoir that Tom had 
given her for Mother's Day, her full ripe figure was clearly visible through 
the sheer folds of material. 

"Oh dear!" she thought...."it's worse than I thought!" She had hoped to 
distract her husband by wearing the frilly outfit, but it had become more 
and more difficult to attract him recently. Most of their early evenings 
were spent arguing, and then he would leave to go to the restaurant and bar 
he managed in town ... and she wouldn't see him until he came in sleepy and 
weary at about 4:00 A.M. At that time they usually exchanged a few grunts 
and he would fall off into a deep sleep, signaled by the loud snoring that 
rapidly expanded into the room. 

But tonight she had hoped it would be different ... he had been worried 
recently about Carol ... Carol and her new interest in boys ... She knew 
that her husband was almost obsessed with the idea that any boy who went out 
with his daughter was a mad rapist and there was apparently no way to talk 
him out of that idea. But Jean realized that her brother's arrival, far from 
taking Tom's mind off Carol, was only adding to his general state of misery. 

"As if I didn't have enough troubles...." Tom continued. "Your daughter 
asked me again if she could go out with that boy ... thirteen years old and 
wanting to go out on dates...." 

"Oh, Tom...." Jean turned to him. "Going to a movie is hardly a major date 
... and all of her friends do it ... Maud Chatterton's little girl...." 

"Don't tell me about anyone else's little girl ... She's not anyone else's 
kid ... she's mine...!" 

"Ours...." Jean corrected gently. 

She stood up and moved toward her husband, throwing her arms around his neck 
in an effort to make him forget his anger. She pressed her soft full lips 
against the warm skin of the back of his neck, and ground her body up 
against him, nudging her pelvis forward toward his groin. 

"Oh, honey ... come on ... let's think about something else tonight ... 
O.K.?" she murmured. 

Tom started to push her away from him ... somehow he just hadn't been in the 
mood recently ... too much on his mind ... but then he felt the hardened 
tips of his wife's full splendid breasts pushing against his chest and as 
the soft cushion of her belly rubbed insistently against his pelvis, a 
tremor ran through him, making him pull her still closer to him, and then 
closer still, grinding her hard against his pajama clad body until Jean 
squealed and tried to catch her breath. 

"Tom ... my ribs...!" 

Silently Tom loosened his hold, but by now his cock was rock hard and 
pressing upward against the inner side of his wife's thigh, aching to be 
freed of the restraining material of his pajama pants. 

"Come on...." he said throatily, pulling her along with him toward the bed. 
He flicked the light switch in passing that turned off the overhead light, 
leaving only the soft glow of the night-lamp. Jean followed him, her breath 
already coming in short jagged rushes as she felt her excitement mounting. 
They were going to make love ... at last ... she had waited so many nights 
now ... and now it was happening. Everything inside her was ready, wanting 
it so badly she felt like crying. She lay back softly on the bed, and 
watched as her husband removed his nightclothes hurriedly. 

"God, he was handsome!" she thought ... Tall and dark ... his body like that 
of a young twenty-year-old athlete ... although he was almost thirty-six. 
She gasped and couldn't help blushing ... she always did ... when she saw 
the enormous rod of his cock thrusting angrily into the air at the angle of 
a Samurai sword. The curly black of his pubic hair surrounded its thick base 
and grew higher in a thin line up to his chest where it then spread out 
profusely. She moaned and stirred a little on the bed, beginning to undo the 
buttons of her gown where it nestled deep in the cleavage of her breasts. 
But she hardly had time to finish opening up the front before his full 
weight fell on her, and she was crushed into the mattress, her chin rising 
above his shoulder as his head bent to kiss the pointed tips of her breasts. 
With his mouth and face he parted the pink nylon and breathed in Jean's body 
fragrance, letting his tongue slip down along the imaginary line between her 
voluptuous breasts. He massaged the stiff tips with his fingers, making them 
still more erect from the pressure of his touch. His large hands molded and 
kneaded the smooth ivory colored flesh rubbing and sliding about until he 
created a fiery friction that made Jean groan with a combination of pleasure 
and pain. An irresistible longing was rising inside her ... his hard body 
against her softness, crushing her, warming her ... and now she could feel 
the smooth rubbery head of his thick penis pressing against her stomach, 
starting a tingling sensation that moved sinuously along her spine. Tom's 
head came up from the spongy depths of her bosom, and their lips met 
eagerly. Jean's tongue hungrily explored the inside of her husband's mouth, 
finding his tongue and sucking hard on it as though it was a baby's 
pacifier. She felt wonderful ... completely female ... her man was making 
love to her, and this was the one thing she craved more than anything else 
in the world. 

"Oh my darling...." she murmured...."my darling, Tom." She felt limp as a 
rag doll, completely overcome by desire. 

Hazily, she realized that he was taking her gown off, slipping her arms out 
... throwing it to the side, and then she was lying naked on the bed, the 
cool air of the room washing over her, making tiny goose bumps stand out all 
over her exposed flesh. She trembled slightly beneath her husband's lustful 
gaze, and looking up at him, saw that he was kneeling at the edge of the 
bed, staring down at her. 

"I'm gonna fuck you good, honey...." he said in a low voice ... and then 
almost absentmindedly, he added...."I know it's been a while!" 

Jean felt a shudder of desire pass through her. The tone of his voice was 
chilling ... it was almost like being with a stranger! And the way he was 
looking at her ... as though he'd never seen her body before ... God, if 
only he would take her fast ... she had to have his hardened cock up inside 
her soon, or she'd go crazy! She wet her lips with her tongue and parted her 
legs a little, exposing the triangular patch of soft blondness, and the 
small cleft of private pink cuntal flesh sunk between the pillows of hair. 

Tom looked at her a long while ... taking in the incredible ripeness of her 
breasts, the indented navel set in a gently rounded belly, the long, perfect 
legs ... She was a beauty alright ... Tom could feel the blood pounding in 
his veins as he looked down at his wife ... it was thudding against his 
temples, and he felt almost a little dizzy as he realized that one day his 
young daughter Carol ... made for fucking ... one day she would be begging 
some man to take her, just like Jean was almost begging him now! He looked 
down at his massive swollen cock, the head smooth and purplish, the shaft, 
heavy veined and long. 

Some day some man's cock would be hard and stiff at the sight of his only 
daughter ... his little girl! 

"Tom...." Jean whispered, her hand moving up to his arm. "Come. Please ... I 
can't wait any more...." She tugged softly at his arm, and then let her hand 
drop down between his legs, to graze against the bulge of his cock. Then, 
making up her mind, her hand closed around its bulk, enclosing the base of 
the shaft in her palm. Her fingers closed around it, and then played a 
staccato beat upon it as though it were a flute. She felt it jerk in her 
hand and increase its girth as she began to play with it, sliding her hand 
up, taking the thick foreskin along with her to the top of the already moist 
tip, then pulling back down. Every sinew in her body was tense now as she 
lifted herself up on one elbow to perform the lewd task. Her face as 
contorted by lust as she looked imploringly at her husband. 

"Come...." she said. "Hurry!" 

Tom groaned and put his large hand over hers as it stroked downward. 
Together their two hands let the huge shaft explode from the covering 
foreskin to glisten in the night air. Then Tom edged forward, removing his 
wife's hand as he spread her legs with his knees and kneeled up into the 
spread Y of her thighs. He bent over her and kissed her deeply, gluing his 
mouth to hers as he lowered his large body onto hers again, letting the tip 
of his cock ram up to the entrance of her vagina. He let it stay there 
without entering her for a moment, content to feel her twitching beneath 
him, her tongue a wild animal in his mouth, her hands and fingers running 
nervously along his bare back. Jean squirmed beneath him, struggling to open 
her legs still further, trying to arch herself up so that his cock would 
slip into her aching cunt. Instinctively he made an answering motion, 
thrusting himself down a little and then up, so that his cock hooked up into 
the moist waiting opening between her legs. 

"UNNNNNNNNGH!" Jean grunted, lifting herself up with a surprisingly strong 
motion, and spreading her legs wider, kicked out and locked them up onto her 
husband's back. Her heels dug into his kidneys as her cunt flowered open and 
sucked his swollen cock hungrily inside. 

"All!" he cried, flicking his hips forward again. It moved slowly at first 
into Jean's tight passage, but then as her natural juices prepared the way 
it sped quickly up to the very end of her pussy. His cock rose up to the 
hilt expanding within the narrow channel, pushing back the soft moist flesh 
in its forceful wake. Her cunt muscles were rippling crazily all around his 
cock and it felt like all hell was breaking loose in there. 

"JESUS!" he cried, sweat popping out on his forehead. 

"Oh OOOOOH ... honey ... oh yes ... oh sweetie it's sooooo good!" 

"Yeah!" he groaned ... His wife's cunt had never felt better ... nice and 
tight and wet and warm. His thick cock jerked inside her pussy, impatiently, 
... his balls felt full to the bursting point and he longed to shoot his 
jism into her right away ... but he knew it would get better if he could 
wait, so he held himself back, trying to let his thoughts wander for a brief 
moment. But Jean let out a long wail of ecstasy, working her own hips up and 
down on his cock, her long legs swung around his back, her hot cunt open and 
wriggling, a seething pit of lust created solely for his cock. He felt her 
nails scraping along his back, carrying small trails of flesh with them ... 
but the rising sensations along his burgeoning cock cancelled out the pain 
and his hands shoved beneath her firm rounded buttocks, lifting them up 
still higher as he controlled the position of her blond pussy around his 
thick penis. He pulled his head back so that he could look at her, and saw 
that her teeth were clenched, eyes tightly closed, her hair wild and flying 
as she tossed her head from side to side. In her face he saw another face 
... Carol's ... it was unbelievable how they looked alike at times ... and 
now ... right now, with his cock stuffed into her to the very end of her 
vaginal passage ... Jean was a dead-ringer for her own daughter. Tom tried 
to blink the vision away as Jean's arms flew around his neck, squeezing him 
down onto her so that her breasts ground up into his chest, and her belly 
snuggled tightly against his. But when he looked again, the resemblance was 
even more striking. 

"Aaaah ... aaahh ... aaaah...." she crooned continuously as Tom thrust into 
her with all his might, withdrawing halfway and then ramming back in. Each 
time he hit into her, it seemed as though he was creating space where none 
had existed before. 

"Oh God!" he thought, "How can I let anybody fuck her like this ... fuck my 
baby ... oh shit ... someone's gonna do it to her ... and there's nothing I 
can ... do about it!" 

With a yelping cry he drove forward into the stretching cunt that seemed 
intent on swallowing his cock whole, he could feel his face growing red as 
Jean's vaginal juices flowed out from the steaming orifice between her legs 
and slid down the base of his cock and onto his testicles. Loud wet sluicing 
noises filled the room as he slammed into her open, upturned pussy. He was 
groaning now, cursing to himself ... and it was beginning to seem as though 
he was actually fucking her ... really fucking Carol ... Jean's long legs 
around him were Carol's ... the tight pussy clamping around his prick was 
not his wife, but his young daughter's. 

"OH, don't stop ... don't stop now!" she was yelling. "I ... I'm almost 
there ... Oh! harder ... honey ... do it harder!" 

It felt so good, he wanted to go on fucking her forever ... and at the same 
time he wanted to cum ... cum instantly into Carol's pussy ... to fill her 
little cunt with his cum ... oh God, what a thought! Her face was now 
twisted into a lascivious expression of lust as Tom endeavored to bring her 
orgasm to a head, beating unmercifully into her ravaged pussy. He could 
dimly hear the springs of the bed creaking and the backboard hitting against 
the wall as every centimeter of his cock dug into the pulsing excitement of 
her vagina. 

"I knew you'd like it ... knew ... it ... sweet bitch!" Tom muttered under 
his breath, hammering hard now, sliding into her orgasm. 

"CAROL!" he thought ... the name in neon-like letters across the screen of 
his mind. 

"AAAaaaaarrrghhhhh!" Jean screamed out, her head falling backwards to the 
mattress as her hips jiggled obscenely. Her lips were parted as her tongue 
slid out and a bit of foamy saliva formed on the end. Strange gurgling 
sounds of contentment emerged from her throat as Tom watched, fascinated ... 
seeing only the features of his daughter contorted in orgasm ... an orgasm 
that he himself was causing and not some stranger ... SOME DIRTY ROTTEN 
BASTARD! 

He revelled in her lewd cries, the pressure of her nails digging sharply 
into his flesh, the tumult of her cunt as it convulsed around his deeply 
plunging rod. The pressure grew stronger and stronger. She was nothing but a 
screaming, howling mass of flesh beneath him clawing at the air in a 
desperate struggle with the life-and-death-giving orgasm that had her in its 
control. 

"OH Carol ... Carol Baby!" Tom choked out, feeling his seed begin its first 
jerky spouting from his exploding cock...."OOOOHHHH GOD!" 

Jean's legs lifted up still higher to receive her husband's white streaming 
liquid, so carried away by her own blissful climax she had not heard him cry 
out their daughter's name, and within a short time they both lay contentedly 
crumpled in each other's arms, in a semi-swoon leading to sleep. 

 CHAPTER 2 

Bob opened up the window of his attic room and reached out into the snow 
that was built up on the outside ledge. He fumbled about and finally found 
the little can of ice cubes he had put there. He opened up the bottle of rye 
that he'd found in the cabinet downstairs and poured himself a drink. 

"MMMmmm! Not bad at all," he mused, downing the glass in two noisy gulps ... 
Better than that cheap wine I've been drinking, that's for sure!" 

He had promised himself to lay off the drinking while he was at his sister's 
house, but as usual it proved to be a promise impossible to keep. He'd been 
there a week and a half now, and after the first two nights had gone out to 
get himself a gallon of Thunderbird ... the only thing he could afford at 
the time. Then he'd discovered that the liquor cabinet contained a wealth of 
unopened bottles that no one ever seemed to notice. 

"What the hell!" he thought, pouring another glass...."A guy's got to have 
some amusement, for crissakes ... This is the deadest town I've ever been 
in!" The main bar in town was the one run by his brother-in-law, and he 
could hardly go hang out there. He didn't feel quite up to looking for a job 
yet. besides the prospects in winter in the summer resort town of Hargrove 
seemed unpromising. It was just as well though, because Bob felt in need of 
a vacation of sorts. Even though it was dull and boring, he was enjoying 
just lounging around the house most of the day and eating up his sister's 
good cooking. His brother-in-law slept during the days, so he had pretty 
much the run of the house, and he always tried to stay out of Tom's way when 
he was up and about. And as for his niece, Carol, she'd been making his stay 
both a heaven and hell at once. He loved to look at her, watching her as she 
begrudgingly went about doing the household tasks her mother had mapped out 
for her after school. There'd been one whole afternoon when he'd sat in the 
den watching out the window while she ice skated on a patch of ice that 
formed in the empty lot next door. She was wearing tights and a short skirt 
that twirled when she turned, topped off by a thick sweater and a red 
stocking cap. He'd never forget that afternoon ... Carol had twirled 
gracefully about for almost an hour, and the one time that she'd fallen, 
he'd glimpsed the full expanse up between her legs, covered, granted, by the 
matching red material of her outfit, but still the area held a mystery of 
its own. She was so young, so fresh, he'd never seen a more exciting child. 
Child ... he had to keep reminding himself that that was exactly what she 
was ... although she often acted like a woman, and sometimes looked like 
one, she was still only a little girl! 

Bob sat nursing his third drink ... the few ice-cubes he'd smuggled up to 
his room had long since melted, but it no longer mattered ... the liquor was 
tasting better every time he finished a glass. He was remembering the 
afternoon he'd watched Carol skating ... and how he'd been glad that he was 
in the den alone, so no one could see how he frequently rubbed the crotch of 
his pants, teasing his erection while he watched. Carol's long legs ... a 
little thin, not quite filled out yet, but that only added to her charm. 
Everything about her was perfect, Bob thought. True, she was a little 
difficult to communicate with, and each time he tried to talk to her, he 
came away with a feeling of utter frustration. Somehow they always seemed to 
just miss comprehending each other. 

Bob reached over and turned on the small radio his sister had provided him 
with. It was about 11:00 P.M. and there was a late night music station that 
he usually enjoyed. A lively tune spilled forth from the small speaker, and 
Bob began to feel good. The booze was really waking him up ... the idea 
struck him once more that he was only really himself when he was drinking 
... why he could do anything when he was drinking! Just about anything at 
all! His most brilliant ideas came then, and he was a fantastic 
conversationalist ... Too bad there's no one to talk to, he thought. 

He began to hum along with the radio, and after a while, even got up to do a 
dance around the room, his shirt tails flying as he spun crazily around the 
room. No doubt about it, he was in top form! 

* * * 

Fuming, Carol turned on her portable T.V. It was Friday night, and she 
should have been out at that very moment, at the party with the rest of the 
kids ... She'd almost promised Bud earlier in the week that she'd be able to 
go, and tonight, her father had forbidden it! "God!" she screamed, throwing 
herself on her bed, "It's just like being in a convent, for heaven's sakes! 
Daddy will never let me do anything!" 

Carol jumped up again and went to her closet. In it was the outfit she had 
planned to wear to the party ... a short purple dress that she knew made her 
figure look wonderful ... her hips which were not quite full enough for her 
taste, looked larger and more womanly in it, and her breasts, well, 
something about the way the top of the jersey dress was cut made her breasts 
look much bigger. She'd caught Bud looking at her breasts already, and one 
day in the school cafeteria when they'd been on line, Bud had pressed up 
against her, and unmistakably, she felt his hand squeeze her right breast. 
She'd squealed and looked at him, but he'd pretended nothing had happened, 
and she decided to let it go. But she'd been flushed and excited when they 
both sat down to eat their lunch. No one had ever touched her breasts 
before, although she often thought about it ... especially in the mornings 
in bed. An odd longing would come over her, and she'd feel soft and cuddly, 
wishing that someone ... recently it was Bud, were there with her in bed. 
Her thoughts never went too much further, although she knew that she would 
want Bud to touch her all over, especially to tweak the taut young nipples 
the way she did herself, making them feel all tingly and hard ... and of 
course, she would want his hands to roam down over her stomach to the soft 
blond triangle of sex nestled between her firm thighs ... he would play with 
her there the way she played with herself, creating the delicious new 
sensations, the overwhelmingly delightful sparkling excitement. 

Carol tried on the purple dress one more time, looking at herself in the 
mirror. She turned around, examining every portion of herself in the dress. 
"Old daddy probably wouldn't have let me wear it anyway!" she exclaimed. He 
was always telling her something was too short, or too tight, or too this, 
or that ... What a drag! 

Ignoring the blasting television, she went over to her dresser and sat down. 
She decided she'd get all done up, just as if she were going to the party 
... it would be something to do anyway! She began to get out her electric 
curlers ... first of all she'd set her hair and then she'd make up, with the 
new glistening lipstick she'd bought ... planning to put it on after she 
left the house for the party. Well, now, no one would see her anyway, so she 
could put on as much makeup as she liked! 

In half an hour Carol was dolled up to her satisfaction. Her light blond 
hair was set in tight baby-doll curls and her lips shone with a silvery 
tint. Her eyes were heavily made up with a blue gray tint and long false 
eyelashes. She'd even put on stockings and the small heeled pumps her mother 
had allowed her to buy at the shoe store a few weeks ago. 

"Oh, it's wonderful!" she thought, "I look at least eighteen!" 

Flicking off the T.V., Carol turned on a music station on the radio. In her 
fantasy, she began to imagine herself at the party. She and Bud would dance 
close! Bud would hold her tight, very tight, and he'd kiss her! ... It would 
be a long, wonderful kiss, and his hands would sneak up along her midriff to 
her breasts. Carol hugged herself as she waltzed about the room in time to 
the music, and her own hands climbed up to reach the tender nipples of her 
breasts beneath the clinging dress. 

Just then there was a knock on the door and she froze in position in the 
middle of the room. The knock was very light, but it was unmistakably a 
knock. She knew that it wasn't her father, he had long since gone off to the 
restaurant, and her mother was usually sleeping by now ... or at least in 
her room reading. Carol's room was set quite apart from her parents so she 
knew that the music wouldn't have bothered her mother. When she opened the 
door and discovered her Uncle Bob, she was not too surprised, although she 
did think he looked a little strange. 

"Hi Uncle Bob! What are you doing here?" she asked. 

"Uh!" Bob gulped, taking in the glorious sight of his niece all decked out 
in her party clothes. "I just went down to get some milk ... and I heard 
your music...." 

"Oh, does it bother you ... I'll turn it down ... sorry!" Carol turned to go 
to the radio, feeling the conversation was at an end. 

"Oh, no...." Bob spoke up quickly. "No, not at all ... in fact I have the 
same station turned on in my room ... upstairs!" he pointed upward with his 
index finger. 

Carol turned. "Oh yeah?" she asked. What did he want then, she wondered. She 
looked at him carefully. Uncle Bob certainly was strange sometimes. It was 
hard to believe he was really her mother's brother. And he was certainly 
nothing at all like her father. His sandy hair looked all disheveled and she 
could smell the whiskey on his breath from where she stood. 

"How's about a game of checkers?" Bob blurted out. "I saw a set around here 
somewhere!" 

Carol looked at Bob suspiciously, "Have you been drinking, Uncle Bob? 
Checkers?" 

"Sure ... checkers ... good for the brain ... besides being an amusing 
game." He was growing bolder now that he had thought of an excuse for being 
there. 

Carol thought a moment and then said, "All right ... Why not? Better than 
moping around here alone ... Daddy wouldn't let me go to the party you 
know!" 

"No ... I didn't know...." Bob answered carefully, not believing his good 
luck. She was actually going to come with him! 

"Shall we play downstairs?" she asked, becoming used to the whole idea. 

"Well ... why not upstairs in my room ... that way we won't disturb anyone 
... and we can have the radio as loud as we want." 

Carol looked at him a short second. "O.K." she said casting one last glance 
at herself in the mirror. "Sure!" 

After turning her radio off and closing her door behind her, Carol followed 
Bob down the hall and up the stairs. She was beginning to feel excited about 
the whole thing. At least he was treating her like an adult instead of a 
child, for heaven's sake! She felt very old and sophisticated walking along 
behind him in her new dress and pumps. And it was fun to be doing something 
no one knew about but the two of them. Besides no one could really object 
anyway ... Uncle Bob was her uncle after all! 

She was surprised at the mess the attic room was in ... papers and clothes 
were strewn all about, and the radio was blasting ... and it was the same 
station. She stood looking around her in wonderment at the formerly neat 
store room. 

"S-sorry its such a wreck, honey ... but just push something aside and have 
a seat ... there's an old card table in the closet ... and the checkers are 
over there in the book cupboard." 

"O.K.!" Carol smiled to herself, wondering if her mother who was always such 
a stickler for neatness had seen Uncle Bob's room recently. 

She managed to extract the checker set from behind a pair of dirty socks, 
and after Bob had set the table up, she started putting the pieces on the 
board, humming along with the radio as she set the black pieces on his side, 
the red on hers. 

Bob fiddled around the room nervously ... What would he do if Jean came up 
... Hell, he thought, she never comes up ... and if she does ... well, 
there's no harm in a little checker game! He got the bottle of rye out from 
behind the curtain and poured himself a slug ... then realizing that Carol 
was watching him curiously, he laughed nervously, and held up the bottle. 

"Good for what ails you ... specially on these cold nights ... usually make 
myself a little hot toddy ... but it's too much trouble to go all the way 
downstairs...." 

"Didn't you just say you were downstairs?" Carol asked. 

"Yeah you're right ... I guess I was...." Bob's voice trailed off as he 
realized it was better not to pursue the issue. Besides, he didn't have to 
apologize to anyone for having a few drinks! 

His bleary eyes took in Carol's small form, as she sat primly in a straight 
backed chair at the card table, peering intently at the checker board. She 
sure did look like an angel ... and that dress seemed to make her look a lot 
older than she really was. He could see the top of her pert little tits 
sticking up over the rounded neckline, and by just leaning forward a little 
he knew that he might be able to see her nipples. 

"You're looking pretty tonight!" he said, sitting down across from her. He 
set his glass of rye down on the table beside him, and seeing Carol's small 
hand resting on the table, the perfectly formed nails pointed with a 
shimmering polish, he boldly took hold of it. 

"Nice hands too ... pretty nails! " He held her hand in his two hands, just 
hard enough so that she couldn't easily slip her hand out. 

Carol's blue eyes opened wide as she looked at her uncle. After initially 
trying to withdraw her hand, she decided not to make an issue of it. 

"Thanks!" she said. "This is what I was going to wear to the party ... You 
know ... the party I didn't go to!" 

"Yeah...." Bob replied, still holding her hand in his ... it felt so 
delicate and fragile, like a small bird, and it gave him the shivers to feel 
her soft skin against his. "I'll have to speak to Tom," he said, " ... not 
allowing you to go to a party!" 

"Oh would you??" Carol suddenly perked up. She needed as many people on her 
side as possible. Otherwise, she just might die an old maid ... never having 
gone to a party or on a date ... she might as well become a nun! "Would you 
Uncle Bob?" she added, squeezing his hand. 

"Sure I would ... I bet all the boys are really after you, huh?" He wondered 
just how much experience she had at thirteen. The way she looked, anyone 
would think she was fucking age. 

Carol blushed. "Not really," she giggled. 

"But you do have a favorite, don't you?" Bob persisted. 

"Yeah...." Carol admitted. "But Daddy hates him!" 

Bob stretched his legs out under the table, and realized that he could touch 
Carol's legs with his. Nonchalantly leaving them there, he gave Carol's hand 
a squeeze, tickling her palm a little before releasing it, and then took a 
swig from his glass. 

"Ahhhh! That tastes good!" he breathed heavily. 

"Your move first, Uncle Bob," Carol said, beginning to feel very good about 
the whole evening ... not only was she having fun, but Uncle Bob was going 
to try to make things better for her with her father. She felt the warmth of 
Bob's legs against hers and tried to move her legs away ... but there really 
wasn't enough room under the table for her to evade his touch. Not wanting 
to ask him to move backwards a little, she just let them stay. They really 
didn't bother her after she got used to the idea. She supposed he was just 
making himself comfortable. 

Bob began to sweat again as the game continued. He had started jiggling his 
leg a little to the side, forcing Carol to move one of her legs sideways, 
thus parting her legs slightly ... Every time he had the opportunity, Bob 
coughed and wriggled in his chair, always sliding his legs against his young 
niece's. The whole thing was nerve-racking, but he really couldn't resist. 
Hell, he thought ... I wouldn't hurt her ... wouldn't do anything to her ... 
But each time he felt Carol's slender calf give against his leg, he imagined 
the little split of her pussy, opening moistly ... and it was right there 
between her legs ... right there across from him! Shit! He bet that 
boyfriend of hers was finger-fucking her whenever he got the chance! 

Finally he couldn't stand it any more. Carol had asked him if he would 
prefer to play on the floor ... since he didn't seem to be very comfortable 
in his chair. 

"Well ... it might be better if I sat around to the side ... that way my 
legs could stick out straight and I wouldn't bother you so much!" He got up 
and moved his chair so that he was sitting at right angles to her ... much 
closer than he'd been across from her. 

"But how can you play like that?" Carol asked, perplexed by her uncle's 
strange behavior. 

"It's easy ... Go on ... make your move...." 

Carol moved her king five jumps over Bob's players and confiscated the black 
chips. She was going to win again, she could see that. Uncle Bob wasn't much 
of a checker player ... but she enjoyed winning ... her father never let her 
win. She was beginning to feel a little funny, what with Uncle Bob rubbing 
his legs against hers like that. It seemed very odd ... and his pants legs 
made her thinly stockinged calves feel tingly and itchy. It reminded her a 
little bit of the time she'd sneaked off to the movies with Bud, telling her 
mother she was going with two girl friends, and Bud's leg had brushed 
against hers in almost the same way. Only then, wonderful tingles had gone 
up and down her spine ... but when she thought about it, the feeling that 
her uncle's leg was giving her wasn't terribly different from the way she'd 
felt in the movies. If only it was Bud! she thought ... and a thrill coursed 
through her. Then the next time Bob's leg pushed against hers it felt even 
better. She felt a little fluttery in the belly, and there was a funny 
little moistness building down between her legs. She looked at her uncle. 
Now he was sitting directly beside her, and she could smell his whiskey 
breath. She examined his features ... he wasn't bad looking at all for such 
an old man, she thought ... but hardly as good looking as her Dad ... or as 
Bud for that matter, who was positively dreamy! 

Bob got up to get another drink at the end of the game, and telling Carol to 
set the board up for another, sat back down. He adjusted his cock slightly, 
trying to get it to lie down a little. Then he put his hand directly on 
Carol's thigh. Carol jumped a little. 

"You startled me, Uncle Bob!" 

"Oh...." Bob replied nervously. "You don't mind if I rest my hand there do 
you?" 

Carol remained silent, thinking very fast. Her uncle's hand felt warm on her 
leg, even through the material of her stockings ... it felt too warm, really 
... and she knew instinctively that he shouldn't be doing that ... he 
shouldn't be touching her there like that ... and she also knew that he was 
perfectly aware of that fact. Yet something about the way his hand felt made 
her feel good ... she was feeling all soft and mushy inside, and a little 
trembly. Possibly because it was wrong, and because she was curious to see 
just what her uncle would actually do ... Carol replied hesitantly...."No, I 
don't mind. It's okay with me." 

Bob, now in a state of erotic desire, decided to let his hand remain still 
for a while ... and the new game continued without incident. 

Carol breathed heavily, wondering what would happen next. She tried to tell 
herself she wasn't disappointed when Bob's hand just stayed there like a 
dead fish on her leg. And then just when she'd almost forgotten about the 
latent possibilities, it began to creep up her thigh. Carol froze in her 
seat, not daring to move. Both of their eyes were glued to the checker set 
as the disjointed game continued, while beneath the table, Bob's hand 
continued its obscene journey. Carol could feel all the zig-zagging 
electrical sensations she had known before with Bud in the movies, and more. 
This was much more exciting. She was immobile for what seemed like an 
eternity, knowing full well the absolutely forbidden nature of what was 
happening ... and yet ... she wanted it to happen ... whatever it was ... 
she really wanted it to happen! Her entire body was crying out for something 
to happen to it ... and this evening was the first real occasion it had had. 

Suddenly, Bob's hand reached the spot where Carol's stockings abruptly 
ended, and his fingers met the warm, smooth velvety flesh of her soft inner 
thigh. 

Carol jumped a little at the personal touch, not completely understanding 
the trance that had taken hold of her. Why didn't she move, make some effort 
to stop him? It would be simple to jump up and walk or run out the door ... 
Yet she couldn't bring herself to budge. It was weird, Uncle Bob's hand 
moving under her short skirt, the fingers sliding ever upward across the 
expanse of her upper thigh. She felt humid and upset, and her heart was 
pounding wildly. As she moved her checkers on the board it seemed that the 
earth had stood still leaving only one thing of importance on its entire 
surface ... Uncle Bob's hand tickling her down between her legs! She had 
imagined this moment sometimes when she was alone, but always it was Bud, or 
some other boy, but it had never occurred to her that her first real sexual 
experience would be upstairs in the attic room of her own house, with Uncle 
Bob! 

Bob no longer tried to conceal his panting grunt-like breathing. It was 
going to happen ... it was going to happen right now ... he thought. He was 
going to touch that sweet little pussy of hers ... and she was just waiting 
for him to do it! Oh God, would his fingers ever get there! 

Carol squirmed down into the seat, the hard bottom of the chair was warm 
against the exposed flesh of her buttocks, where Carol's skimpy panties left 
large areas of room on either side of the soft crevice. With a tiny muffled 
squeal, she realized that he had reached the elastic of her panties, and she 
squirmed down into the chair again, but her uncle held fast inserting one 
finger quickly under the tight leg band. "Uncle Bob!" she gasped as the 
thick digit invaded the wetness of her vaginal area. Bob looked directly at 
her now, his finger beginning to worm around in the tight confines of her 
cuntal area, restricted by the cloth of his niece's panties. But he could 
feel the tiny throbs of her sensitive pink slit pulsing against his fingers 
as the wetness seeped around them. The downy soft growth of young pussy hair 
tickled his hand as Bob thrust upward between the soft hair-lips, searching 
for the velvety folds that encased Carol's tiny clitoris. 

"Oooooohh!" Carol cried out, jerking backwards. But his hand had reached the 
most sensitive area and although she squeezed her thighs tightly together, 
it only served to increase the pressure of Uncle Bob's hand in the 
forbidden, secret crevice of her virgin cunt. 

Carol had a sinking feeling as wild new sensations of mounting desire 
coursed through her, and she remained squirming on her uncle's hand, staring 
him directly in the eye, in a silent plea for him to stop. 

"Uncle Bob ... stop it ... stop it!" she cried out, but her tone lacked 
conviction, and she knew it. Gulping nervously she tried to resist the heat 
that enveloped her silken pussy as Bob's big fingers rubbed at the tip of 
her clitoris, creating a swelling sensation as the friction grew more and 
more intense. 

Bob moistened his lips and spoke. "You're beautiful!" he said ... "Like 
velvet down there! So smooth ... so ... wonderful ... You like it don't 
you?" His finger probed along the sensitive pussy flesh, beginning an 
incessant flicking between Carol's legs. 

Carol shuddered, chilled from the untoward sexual stimulation she was 
getting. Against her will and yet within her full consent, she was 
experiencing an unprecedented excitement. She was frightened, and yet her 
legs parted ever so slightly to allow her uncle's fingers more room beneath 
the nylon crotch band of her panties. Little shivers of revulsion ran 
through her, but each ended in pleasure as the torment in her besieged pussy 
grew stronger. Soft mewls of involuntary delight escaped her lips, and the 
forbidden nature of what was happening served to make it more pleasurable 
somehow. The checkers on the table went sprawling as Bob moved in closer, 
leaning sideways toward Carol. 

"Oh, honey!" he crooned, "Oh honey...!" His fingers were moving back and 
forth rapidly now ... in a slithering motion, exploring every soft fleshy 
secret of his niece's well lubricated cunt, moving urgently, frantically, 
with an erratic rhythm that tried to fathom her most sensitive places. One 
finger slipped down toward the tiny flower of her vagina, and he began to 
try to enter it. Working now like a savage beast he thrust upwards into the 
small opening, and felt his finger slip in a little way. 

"Ooooh!" Carol mewled softly, throwing her head back. She raised her hands 
in a moment of indecision, and then let them fall back to the table. Her 
chair was pushed back now, and Bob scrambled out of his breaking contact for 
a moment only to resume it from a closer vantage point. On his knees beside 
her, his hand now returned to the rising heat between Carol's limply open 
thighs, and he sighed as he heard her groan and give herself up to his 
sinister manipulations. His other hand reached up and clawed at her breasts, 
then dove into the circular neckline to touch the bare nipples, the small 
rounded globes of flesh. 

"Does your boyfriend do this to you?!" he grunted lewdly, his one finger 
rising higher inside her miniscule vagina while his thumb flicked 
unceasingly at her clitoris. 

Carol groaned and slipped down a little in the chair. She had never in her 
life felt anything like this ... never known that such feelings were to be 
had. This ecstasy was unbelievable ... it was sheer heaven. It felt 
undeniably wicked, but so what? she thought ... it felt too good. True, her 
mother had warned her about letting boys 'do things' to her, and she had 
warned her about strange men ... but she had never warned her about Uncle 
Bob. 

Wild incoherent thoughts went flashing through her brain as the fantastic 
pleasure increased moment by moment, and soon, Carol felt herself sprawled 
loosely in the chair, working her hips up in an effort to aid her uncle's 
stroking finger in its attempt to invade her vagina. It felt so tight down 
there, but his finger felt good stretching it, and the higher it got the 
better it seemed to feel! The tip of his finger was burrowed tightly up into 
the fleshy pink fluted opening, while Carol bucked spasmodically above it. 

His hands on her breasts made her feel like she was on fire ... the mild 
tingling she felt when she herself manipulated them was nothing compared to 
the incredible sensation of her small mounds being rubbed and handled by a 
man's hard touch. She began to labor for breath, gasping as the complete 
attack on her body continued. She felt paralyzed by lust, and all thought of 
leaving had long since left her confused mind. 

"AAAaaaaaah! ahhhhhhhh!" she sighed...."Aaaaaaah ... UNCLE Booooob!" Out of 
control, and half hanging off the edge of the chair, she began to sob, not 
knowing where this mounting emotion could possibly lead. And then, something 
started to happen deep inside her cunt, something irresistible and new. 
Tears streaming down her face, Carol twisted her besieged pussy about 
obscenely, and threw her arms about Bob's neck and shoulders to keep from 
falling. The loud wet noise that emanated from between her legs, where her 
uncle's fingers plunged deeply into her small blond cunt seemed to be 
triggering a bubbling sensation in her belly, that mushroomed with alarming 
intensity. The ravishment of her golden pussy sent trickles of sweat to run 
down from her forehead and all over her body. She bit down hard on her lower 
lip as she felt the throbbing of her tight young cunt expand and ripen. Her 
breasts were swollen and as Bob massaged her tiny nipples to full erection 
his hands slipped over the perspiration that seeped from her pores. With a 
shattering suddenness, Carol's muscles tensed and she drew a deep breath. 
Bob's fingers continued lewdly digging in her unused flesh. 

"Aaaaaahh!! ... Nnnnnnoo!! Ooooh ... It's ... it's ... I can't ... bear it 
... it's tooo ... WONDERFUL! OH GOD! Oh God ... oh do it ... do it like that 
... yes ... YYYYYEEEEEEEEES!" 

Her face crimson, electric tingles ricocheting from the depths of her pussy 
to the pointed tightness of her breasts, Carol moaned out lewd encouragement 
to her uncle as completely deranged by lust, she turned to a helpless 
quivering mass of thirteen-year-old flesh. No longer quite the inexperienced 
little girl she'd been, she jerked and howled a grown woman's orgasm ... and 
as its full strength took hold of her, she felt outrageously elated ... So 
this is what it was all about ... this . ... Oh God, life seemed to make a 
great deal more sense now that she knew there was this to look forward to! 

"Cum for Uncle Bob, honey ... yeah ... cum for me, baby ... sweet baby ... 
yeah ... that's the way you like it isn't it honey ... YYYYyyyyeah!" 

Bob's hand jerked and clung to the delicate flanges of Carol's vulva during 
her climax, and he moaned and called her name, staring avidly at her passion 
constricting face. Then as she slumped forward over his hand, he felt his 
hard swollen cock twitch and give way, spurting the pent-up sperm out into 
the fabric of his trousers. 

"Oh Carol, sweetie...!" he coughed out, with a groan of relief. He moved his 
hand a little more between her open thighs and felt her over-sensitive flesh 
tremble against him. His hand was dripping wet. He moved his finger up a 
little more. Already she was opening up and he knew he'd have to get his 
cock in that little hole no matter what the consequences. The lewd thought 
sent a thrill surging through his flaccid cock, and he felt it start to 
swell again. 

 CHAPTER 3 

Carol lay on top of her bed fingering the moist cleft of her pussy for a few 
moments, and then jumped up and began to get dressed. She didn't want to be 
late for her first official date, after all! Especially now with her new 
outlook on life, she was looking forward to being alone with Bud. 

Carol smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. She seemed to be getting 
prettier every day! It was very gratifying because she had gone through a 
period not so long ago when she seemed to be getting worse looking every 
day! She looked at the way the purple dress fit her little body and with a 
secret smile recalled how she had worn it the first night she'd gone up to 
Uncle Bob's room. 

She went almost every night now ... In fact, she realized tonight would be 
the first night in two weeks that she hadn't sneaked up there after her 
mother was asleep and her father had gone out to the restaurant. She felt 
the old familiar glowing sensation between her legs when she thought of it. 
Uncle Bob certainly did make her feel good down there. And he wasn't so bad 
either, especially when he wasn't drinking. Each time he'd done the same 
thing to her, finger fucking her, sometimes making her sit on the sofa, 
sometimes she'd lie down on the floor and he'd do it to her. It was 
wonderful, and every time it got better. 

She remembered how he'd said that pretty soon now she'd be ready for 
something else ... something better ... and she wondered just how soon it 
would be. She had an idea of what he was talking about. She knew it had to 
do with his penis, because she'd observed the way he rubbed himself, and how 
a big hard lump was always formed beneath his pants when she was with him. 
The idea excited her and frightened her at the same time. She wanted to know 
everything though ... everything there was to know ... and she'd be very 
patient about it until Uncle Bob taught her. 

Meanwhile, what fun it was to go to school every day and to know that she 
knew more than any of her friends ... that she was feeling things none of 
them had probably ever felt. Why, she was even more experienced than Bud, 
she bet. 

She was especially happy her father had finally consented to let her go out 
with Bud. They were going to see a movie in town. 

Carol whirled around as she heard a knock on her door. She returned to her 
room from her bathroom and found that her father had already entered. A 
small frown of annoyance wrinkled her forehead. He was always doing things 
like that, knocking and then coming in before she even said it was all 
right. 

Tom stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. He silently inspected 
Carol's brief costume, and then decided not to say anything about it. Maybe 
Jean was right ... he was probably being much too hard on the child. 

"Getting ready to go?" he asked, trying to use his pleasantest voice. 

"Yes, daddy," Carol answered. 

"Well ... have a good time. I'm just getting ready to leave for work now. 
Now you be sure to get in early ... right after the movie!" 

"Oh, Daddy, can't we even have a soda after?" 

Tom's stern features eased, as his daughter's plea made him feel guilty of 
excessive strictness. After all, the boy was hardly older than Carol ... 
fourteen or so ... what could happen? 

"O.K. honey," he capitulated. "You can have a soda after ... but hurry right 
home then...." 

Carol jumped up and down with glee ... Uncle Bob certainly must have been 
putting in a good word for her, she thought, unaware that it was her 
mother's championing that had caused Tom to finally give in. 

She kissed her father on the cheek, and he exited, late already for work, 
blushing and confused about his conflicting thoughts. 

* * * 

Bud hummed to himself as he turned up the walk to Carol's house. He was 
looking forward to going to the movie with her, recalling the time they had 
secretly met and the way her leg had responded to his while they sat clothed 
in darkness ostensibly watching a Western. 

He was a little nervous about going to her house, but Carol had assured him 
that her father would more than likely not be at home. Praying that that was 
the case, Bud pressed the doorbell and stood stamping snow from his feet, 
his breath streaming out in frosty clouds into the cold air. 

Jean opened the door and let him in. Bud was surprised at how young Carol's 
mother looked ... Why his mother was an old lady in comparison. And when 
Mrs. Mathews smiled, his heart jumped at the resemblance to her daughter. 
Bud started to remove his coat and muffler at Jean Mathews bidding, but 
Carol came running down the stairs, her blond curls bouncing wildly all over 
her head. 

"Oh, Bud ... you're here! Don't take off your coat, I'm all ready ... we'll 
leave right away!" 

Bud gulped and ran his fingers through his black curly hair. He'd never seen 
Carol wearing anything like the outfit she had on. The skirt was so short 
that he could see the very tops of her thighs. He noticed that she seemed to 
be wearing some sort of tights ... for warmth he supposed, and that the top 
of the dress was cut daringly low. He felt a stirring deep in his belly as 
he thought of the day in the cafeteria when he'd felt them ... Visions of 
the dark movie that awaited them, and the endless opportunities to touch her 
filled his head as Jean helped her daughter bundle into a fuzzy warm coat 
and hat, and boot-clad and gloved, Carol stepped out onto the front porch, 
pulling him outside by the hand. 

He watched as Carol sucked in a deep lungful of the sharp air, and breathed 
out hard. 

"Free!" she said aloud, laughing, as soon as her mother had bid them 
good-bye and closed the door behind them. 

"Let's go, Bud!" Playfully they descended the steps two at a time, and ran a 
short way up the block. 

After a short bus ride they reached the main street of the small town, and 
they approached the movie theatre with a sense of adventure. Carol seemed to 
feel that everyone at the movie knew that it was her first adult type date 
... and she knew that she and Bud made a handsome young couple. 

Bud bought popcorn and they entered the theatre just in time for the main 
feature, which was a Walt Disney film ... the only one her father would 
consent to let them go to. 

Carol snuggled down in her seat, thrilled and flushed with excitement, and 
Bud slipped down so that his head was on the back of his seat ... and then 
he reached for her hand. 

"Gee, you look pretty tonight, Carol," he whispered to her. 

Bud's breath in her ear gave Carol a little thrill and she squeezed Bud's 
hand. 

"Thank you, Bud," she answered, "I'm glad you think so!" 

They sat watching the film with feigned interest, neither one caring much 
about what was going on the screen. Bud was mostly interested in the fact 
that his hand was molded to Carol's in a heated moisture as his fingers 
played with each of hers ... He was surprised to feel her index finger trace 
along his palm, and sweat stood out on his forehead, his boyish cock leaping 
to attention as he wondered if she knew what that meant. He only knew 
because all the boys at school talked about the fast girls who'd do that to 
you back if you did it to them, and it meant ... that they'd do it with you. 

He sneaked a sideways glance at Carol, but her face betrayed no such 
acceptance. Yet, he could feel her hand moving his over closer to her, until 
finally it rested on her thigh. After a few more moments of indecision, 
while the heat of Carol's leg seemed to inundate his hand with burning 
flames, Bud began to rub along the fabric of her tights, each motion rising 
a little higher. He was panting hard, but trying to control it, even going 
so far as to take a mouthful of popcorn with his free hand and munch it with 
pseudo nonchalance. 

Carol knew that Bud would never do anything more than rub along her thigh 
unless she did something. She was already getting very impatient, the touch 
of his hand having set the powerful forces of her newly awakened desires in 
action. The little pussy between her young thighs was aching to be touched 
and caressed, and it was Bud's hand she wanted there now ... not Uncle 
Bob's. 

She leaned over and whispered into Bud's ear. "Darling...." she breathed, 
feeling especially daring for calling him by the endearing term. "Move your 
hand up under my skirt ... I want you to!" 

Bud nearly jumped up from his seat, but he managed to calm himself, and 
struggling not to appear too inexperienced in front of Carol, he replied, 
"All right!" His mind was reeling. She wanted him to! This was the girl he 
dreamed about every night, and had been pursuing for almost a month now at 
school, and she wanted him to! The idea that he could touch her ... that he 
in fact was going to touch her ... at that secret spot between her legs, 
nearly made him cum. His cock was hard and swollen and pushing against his 
pants, and he recalled holding it and thinking of Carol only the night 
before. But this time he was with her, and his hand, helped along by hers, 
was already moving swiftly up into the far regions of her short skirt, along 
the smooth flatness of her belly, now over the thick band of elastic. HE WAS 
TOUCHING THE SILK OF HER BELLY ... THE TINY PIT OF HER NAVEL MET HIS 
TENTATIVE GROPE ... and now Carol pushed his hand down further between her 
slightly open thighs until he met a light sprinkling of sparse young pubic 
hair. 

"Does it feel nice between my legs?" she whispered, once more removing her 
eyes from the calm story taking place on the screen. 

"OH YEA!" Bud murmured "YEA!" 

Carol's hand guided his into the separating pillows of flesh and down to the 
tender slit of her cunt, where she held his middle and index fingers pressed 
against the moist palpitation of her clitoris. With a soft sigh, she slid 
down further in her seat and threw her head back on the plush of the theatre 
chair. They were sitting in an isolated section, and so had no worry that 
anyone would suspect what they were doing. The noise of the cinema droned on 
around them, but it was only a faint buzzing in their ears, as Carol helped 
the young boyish hand explore the wet, gently pulsating lips of her young 
cunt. 

"Oh, Carol," Bud gasped haltingly, "you feel so ... wet ... so wonderful!" 

"Mmmmmmm!" Carol moaned, in an ecstatic trance, the moving bulge of fabric 
ballooned out by two steadily rubbing hands. 

"It feels best there!" she whispered, making a smooth circle in the seeping 
cleft around her now excitedly swelling clitoris. 

"Oh ... oh ... oh...!" she cooed. She had waited for this moment for so 
long, and it was everything she had hoped it would be ... somehow so much 
better than Uncle Bob even. Her lithe young legs began to spread out and 
pull back obscenely, as she gave herself up to the wild arousal of her still 
virgin loins. 

Bud moved his hand obediently, entranced by the loveliness of the face 
beside him as his increasingly expert manipulations caused flickers of 
mounting lust to race across the thirteen-year-old's exquisite features. He 
fell silent, completely taken aback by the extent of what was transpiring 
between them. "So that's what it feels like!" he thought. He didn't quite 
know what he had expected, but it was nothing like this that was for sure! 
The mystery of the great difference between girls and boys almost shocked 
him now as his fingering of the delicate female pussy continued. His own 
organs, his cock and balls, felt as though they were about to explode any 
minute, and he didn't know for sure what he should do about it. Finally, he 
quietly pulled the zipper down on his pants with his free hand, and reaching 
inside, pulled out the thick young rod of his penis. A giant thought 
flickered across his brain ... that he would be able to touch her ... down 
there with it ... but then he knew that was impossible. Yet something had to 
happen and soon! There was a soft moist lapping sound as his hand slipped 
wetly around the small sex arena of Carol's pussy. He could hear her moaning 
softly beside him, and when he looked at her face her eye's were closed. Her 
hand moved his down the furthest it would go, and he found it wedged between 
her thighs, and then one finger sunk wetly in as though she were actually 
trying to suck it inside. 

"JESUS!" he cried aloud, unmindful of anyone hearing. His cock jerked wildly 
in his hands and suddenly he leaned toward Carol's ear. 

"Put your hand on me too!" he said crisply. 

Carol's eyes opened briefly, and then a thrill of new heights ran through 
her. This was more like it, she thought. Removing her hand from inside her 
own panties, and leaving Bud on his own between her open legs, Carol reached 
over toward Bud, her hand groping for his virile young penis. 

When she touched his rampant member, she squealed a little. It was so Big 
... she hadn't expected that! And it was warm and so hard! Her fingers 
closed tentatively around it, and she held it a second as though assessing 
the measure of its circumference. Then as Bud groaned his whole body 
quivering and she felt the palm of his hand flattened against her cunt, his 
thumb resting upward on her trembling labia, his fingers probing into her 
vagina, she gave a soul searing moan and whimpering a little, began to pump 
up and down. Automatically and instinctively she drew the foreskin up around 
Bud's cock, and pushed it down hard. 

"Oh God, Carol...!" Bud whispered excitedly. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" 

His hand executed a maddening assault on her genitals, fingers plugging in 
and out quickly as he felt his own turmoil increase. Her hand pumped 
unknowledgeably but surely, and he stared down in the darkness in disbelief 
as her small fingers manipulated his throbbing penis. 

"OH ... ooohh ... I don't believe it!...." he sighed "It's too goooood!" 

Carol began to flick her hips upward wriggling a little in her seat, letting 
the widespread tightness of her cunt flower open as far as possible, "Oh Bud 
... Bud...." she had never felt so wonderful in her entire life. "Bud ... 
I'm cumming, too ... Let's cum together ... right ... right...." There was a 
sharp intake of breath and the soft thudding of her palm against Bud's rigid 
thighs as his cock slipped lewdly in her hand and then Carol expelled her 
breath heavily and drew it in again. "NOW!" she groaned in a hoarse whisper 
... her entire body arching up, her thighs clamping down on Bud's hand, 
forcing his finger higher in her streaming young pussy. Tiny goose bumps 
rippled across her body as her orgasm took wings and fluttered deep in her 
heaving belly. The tortured thrusts of his hand made helpless tears brim 
from her eyes as the strength of her climax grew with each second. And in 
her hand she could feel Bud's thick cock exploding. Warm sticky liquid 
spilled over onto her hand, as Bud's prick jerked and with a grunt Bud 
slipped down further, his thighs wide-spread, a grin of indescribable joy 
creasing his mumbling lips. 

The acrid bittersweet odor of their sexual excitement rose to their nostrils 
as panting, the two young people enjoyed the trailing off pinpoints of 
orgasm that left their bones feeling soft and flexible, their minds empty 
and dazed. 

* * * 

The lobby of the theatre was so bright that both Carol and Bud blinked their 
eyes as they left the dark womb-like atmosphere of the movie. They smiled 
shyly at each other, and Bud, his hand in his pocket, could feel the dried 
cum still clinging to his fingers. Silently he cherished his hand and the 
way it felt after having been so intimately involved with Carol. The guilt 
feelings he had were offset by a new feeling of manliness, and he squared 
his shoulders a little, steering Carol by the elbow out of the movie 
theater. 

Carol shivered in the cold air, but between her legs a pleasant afterglow 
still dwelt, causing her to squeeze her thighs gently together with each 
step she took along the snow cleared walk. 

She clung to Bud's arm as they walked slowly along the street, oblivious to 
passersby, locked in their own dream world. Each step she took was like 
walking on air. She had actually held Bud's penis in her hand ... and she 
felt his semen squirt out on her fingers. It gave her a feeling of power she 
had never known before. That she could cause him to respond like that, just 
by touching him, she'd never dreamed ... Her head spun with the 
possibilities before her ... possibilities that even under Uncle Bob's 
tutelage, had not occurred to her before. 

"Soda?" she smiled up at Bud. 

"Sure, Carol ... anything you want!" Bud replied. Where, he wondered, had 
she learned to do those things? He knew she wasn't allowed out with boys, 
and that she couldn't possibly have had any experience before that evening 
... and yet, she'd seemed so willing ... so sure of herself. 

They turned the corner and saw the neon sign of Snookie's Soda fountain, and 
as Bud felt Carol snuggling closer toward him, he decided to forego his 
curiosity and accept his astounding good fortune. 

"Car ... Carol," he stammered, just before he opened the frosty glass door 
to the soda shop, "Would you like to go steady?" 

Carol smiled and nodded sweetly in assent. 

 CHAPTER 4 

Jean cold-creamed her face just before going to bed. It didn't matter. No 
one was going to see her. Tom was off at work, and when he got home, he 
wasn't going to awaken her and insist they make love. It had been years 
since he'd done that. Now the most she could expect was a peck on the cheek, 
and recently he'd seemed so nervous and worried that he practically 
neglected her completely. And the few times they did make love, her husband 
had become so strange and withdrawn that she found it hard to respond to 
him. The last three times, in fact, she hadn't been able to relax enough to 
have an orgasm, and had gone to sleep uneasy and frustrated afterward. As 
for Tom, he seemed to be deriving an even greater pleasure from making love 
to her, but from the odd expression on his face and the dull lustful cast of 
his eyes, Jean had the unsettling feeling that it all had nothing to do with 
her. It was as though he had something else on his mind the whole time. 

There was also the other matter, Jean recalled ... making a mental list of 
her problems. The matter of Carol. Tom still got all upset every time Carol 
went out on a date with Bud ... and he would scarcely speak to anyone for a 
day or so after. It had been three weeks since Carol's first date, and Jean 
saw no reason to regret her decision that her daughter should be allowed 
this innocent pleasure. Bud seemed like a nice enough boy ... very polite 
and pleasant ... and Carol seemed much easier to get along with since she'd 
been seeing him. She welcomed that ... her teen-aged daughter had been on 
the verge of becoming quite a handful up until a few weeks ago. Now, she 
didn't even sass back when Jean asked her to do the dishes after dinner. 
Maybe it had something to do with Bob being there too, Jean thought, 
slipping under the covers of her bed. Carol might be using better manners 
because of the addition of her uncle to the family. She hoped that that was 
the case, because to hear Tom talk no good could come out of having her 
brother Bob staying with them. As far as she could see, Bob's staying with 
them hadn't caused any real problems. He did seem to consume a lot of food 
and beer and their grocery bills had gone up slightly, but he was hardly 
eating them out of house and home, as her husband often declared. She did 
wish though that Bob would look a little bit harder for work. She'd have to 
speak to him soon about that. Even though he was her older brother, she felt 
far more mature than he ... always had, even when they were kids living on 
the farm outside of Cleveland. One day he was just going to have to face up 
to the fact that, he was a grown man ... take on some responsibilities and 
stick to them! 

Jean's long legs stretched down toward the bottom of the bed, the cold 
sheets chilling her toes as they advanced. With a shiver, she folded her 
arms around her large fully-formed breasts, feeling the roundness of them 
squeezed to her. God ... she thought, if only Tom would hold her again like 
he used to. There used to be nights when they would get no sleep at all, 
long before Tom got the restaurant job and he slept home nights like normal 
people. They would make love unceasingly, never tiring of each other, and 
Jean could still recall what it felt like to awaken sleepy to her baby 
daughter's cry in the early morning, her body saturated with loving. 

It was all different now, Jean thought, she was a neglected housewife, a 
marriage counselor's case! Turning out the light and closing her eyes, her 
hand wandered down the softness of her torso to the blond vee of her sex ... 
and Jean knew that she would have to give in to her urges. After all, she 
had read in books that there was nothing wrong with it ... it was just a 
needed release. With this comforting thought that removed at least some of 
the nagging guilt she felt, Jean's fingers plunged deeply into the fiery 
longing of her wet cunt. Flames leapt through her loins, spiraling about, 
and before she realized fully what she was doing, her fingers were pounding 
against her cunt with a frenzied beat, plugging up into the warm damp slit 
of her vagina while she gasped and groaned, imagining her husband as he had 
once been, entering her, loving her ... Her fingers, held tightly together 
and widening the now gaping opening of her pussy, became Tom's cock shoving 
into the elasticity of her genitals. 

"Oooooohh ... Tom ... Oh, Tom!" she moaned. 

* * * 

Carol opened up a teen-aged romance comic book she had bought earlier at the 
store. She'd said good-night to her mother a little earlier, and she planned 
to read a little and then go to sleep. She'd explained to Uncle Bob that she 
wouldn't be coming up to see him that evening, even though he'd especially 
asked her to, promising a new treat. The treat would have to wait, she 
thought, tonight she just wanted to think about Bud ... about the wonderful 
times they'd had on each of their dates since that first night at the 
movies. Each time had been more wonderful, and even though Carol had gone up 
to Uncle Bob's room once or twice since, his manual manipulations didn't 
come close to what she felt with Bud. Besides, it was getting just a little 
boring, and he panted and carried on so ... always promising his "treat" 
soon. It seemed to her that he was afraid to do anything else to her but 
touch her all over with his hands ... otherwise why would he hesitate so? 
She bet that Bud wouldn't hesitate when the time came ... and she hoped it 
would be soon. Bud was going to borrow a car the next weekend, and Carol 
knew they'd have a chance to experiment further. She'd read every sex book 
and novel she could get her hands on since Uncle Bob's first 'checker game' 
... and she was beginning to feel confident that she knew what it was all 
about. Apparently it would hurt a little at first ... but then it would feel 
so wonderful ... like Bud's fingers, only better. She longed to feel his 
cock ... the marvelous cock that she held regularly ... as often as she 
could ... sometimes even in the deserted staircases at school, or in 
secluded corners, or between two parked cars in a parking lot ... Yes, she 
wanted to feel it inside her! 

She turned the page of her comic book and was about to imagine that the boy 
in the love story was Bud, and the girl, herself, when she heard a rapping 
at her door. 

"Ooooh No! " she groaned, and got up to answer it. She was wearing her 
shorty pajamas, just the tops without bothering with the bottoms ... but she 
felt the top was long enough so that she was decent. 

"Hi, sweetheart!" Bob winked, stepping inside the door and closing it behind 
him. 

"Hi ... Uncle Bob," Carol replied...."I told you I wasn't coming up 
tonight!" 

"You don't seem to want to come up as much anymore as you used to," Bob 
mumbled. His eyes were hungrily taking in the surroundings of Carol's room. 
He'd had about half a bottle of vodka ... the only thing left downstairs in 
the cabinet now, and he was feeling no pain. After having thought about it, 
briefly, Bob had abruptly decided to go down an find out just why Carol 
wasn't coming up anymore. 

"It's got something to do with your boyfriend, right?" Bob asked, moving 
forward into the room. 

Carol stepped back, and then climbed back on her bed. 

"I guess so...." she replied. "I just don't feel like it, that's all ... 
maybe tomorrow ... or next week! 

"But I told you ... I have something nice for you ... something you'll 
like!" 

Carol was getting annoyed. She wished he'd just leave her alone with her 
thoughts. 

"What?" she asked, bored with the whole conversation. 

"This!" Bob replied, unzipping his trousers and releasing his large, already 
swollen cock. 

Carol's mouth gaped wide in disbelief as she stared at the enormous prick 
that loomed in front of her. Uncle Bob was coming toward the bed now, his 
long thick cock, bobbing out obscenely, until it was very close to her face. 

"IT ... it's so BIG!" she gasped. It was almost three times as big as Bud's. 
She had no idea that they got that big. Fear began to get hold of her as she 
realized just how drunk her uncle was. She'd been fooled, because he didn't 
reek tonight the way he usually did. But now she could tell that he was 
clearly more than just high ... She'd heard her father talk about the crazy 
things men did when they were drunk, and now that her Uncle Bob stood before 
her, his huge ugly bloated cock in his hand the desire to run became very 
strong inside her, but she remained as though hypnotized by the awesome 
sight. 

Was he going to try ... no ... it was impossible that he would ever try to 
put that enormous thing inside her! It was so hideous ... so thick and round 
... much thicker than her wrists even! 

Her vision blurred for a moment and she became conscious of her uncle's 
beady-eyed stare, and the looseness of his lips as he stood a bare few 
inches away from her. Instinctively, Carol tried to pull down the rising hem 
of her pajama top ... knowing with acute suddenness that whatever was about 
to happen would be completely out of the ordinary, or what she had grown to 
think of as such. The stimulating perusal that she had allowed her uncle to 
execute inside her secret genitals was not what he had in mind right now ... 
and she knew it. She was tempted to scream, but it occurred to her that she 
shouldn't ... it was clear that it was she who was responsible for what was 
happening, and certainly her mother would see that right off.... 

"Now be a nice little girl," Bob was saying...."We don't want to wake your 
mother, do we? Don't want her to find out what a big girl her baby's turned 
out to be just yet do we?" The evil sounding words echoed exactly what Carol 
was thinking. Her guilt, it seemed to her would be self-evident ... and her 
mother would make her life miserable from that moment on. Up 'til now, she 
had taken the smoldering fire between her legs pretty much for granted, 
enjoying each new pleasure she found there as a divine gift from God. But 
now, she wasn't sure. Perhaps there was something really bad about her ... 
something that would make Uncle Bob behave this way! Her eyes had not left 
the bloated cock in her uncle's hand, and she watched panic stricken as he 
began to slip his fist up and down over the circumcised tip. 

"Oh, God," she thought...."He's going to be the first man to ever do it to 
me!" Her tender visions of having Bud take her virginity were shattered as 
her uncle's big flat hand pushed her backwards on the bed. With a whimper 
she lay back, knowing that her upper thighs were exposed, and that he could 
probably see her pussy too since she wasn't wearing any pants. Then a ploy 
that she thought might save her came to her and she curled over to the side, 
pulling her legs up under her. 

"Uncle Bob ... you're so big ... you're much too big ... you're not thinking 
of ... of...." 

Bob sat down heavily beside her. He'd been wracked with thoughts of Carol 
constantly, and the idea that she wasn't going to come to see him any more 
was pure torture. The last night she hadn't come, he'd stayed awake all 
night drinking and jerking off with a small photograph he had of her in 
front of him. He'd promised himself not to fuck her until he felt she was 
ready ... and in his heart he knew that his cock was much too big to fit 
into her tiny young pussy. And yet, he had to try ... maybe it had stretched 
enough. He'd tried putting two fingers high up inside that little silky cunt 
of hers and it had been tight ... and once when she'd been really wet he'd 
gotten three just inside the opening, but no further. Thoughts ran randomly 
through his mind now as he sat next to his young niece. He noticed how fair 
her blond hair was, how pale her skin ... His hands smoothed along her leg 
and slipped between her trembling thighs. 

"Uncle Bob, please ... don't...." 

"Be still, honey ... Uncle Bob wouldn't do anything to hurt you ... only to 
make you feel good ... remember? Remember how I played with your little 
pussy upstairs the last time ... when you were sitting on the sink and when 
you came I had to hold onto you to keep you from falling off?" 

"Stop it!" Carol cried. But Bob's hand was already churning in her naked, 
exposed cunt, one finger already slipping tentatively up into her open 
vaginal channel. 

"Its not fair!" Carol declared, trying to squeeze her legs together ... but 
Bob's fumbling only became more frantic, and Carol felt herself getting wet 
between her legs in spite of herself. She could feel his rough red knuckles 
toying about in the sensitive folds of her vulva, scraping roughly against 
her quivering clitoris. 

"NO--NO--no no no!" she screamed ... still keeping her voice low enough so 
that her mother wouldn't hear. She had to persuade him to leave ... she just 
had to! 

Bob gazed dispassionately down at her, his cock betraying his emotion as it 
jerked about in the air at each new twist of Carol's loins. Her bared 
buttocks gleamed pearly white before his eyes, and Bob thought, "Bitch! ... 
Little bitch ... Turned out to be quite a little cock-tease didn't you ... 
Well this is one cock you're gonna get right up in that little cock-teasing 
cunt ... Teach you a lesson!" 

"I'll teach you all you need to know for your boyfriend!" Bob cajoled. 

"I know enough now ... you've already taught me enough!" She was beginning 
to feel a little hysterical. Her hands pushing against his were having no 
effect at all. And all he had to do to turn her over was to apply a little 
bit of pressure and she was lying flat on her back, her loins completely 
exposed, his hand rummaging lewdly through her soft sparse pubic hair. Her 
short top was up around her waist, and looking down, Carol could see his 
cock growing redder by the second. She hoped it would explode ... maybe he 
would cum then and there ... and it would be all over. 

But Bob had no intention of cumming just yet. He'd been waiting for this 
much too long ... the hot little pussy was made for his cock, he'd decided 
... actually convincing himself that he was doing the girl a favor, with 
his...."instructions." 

His fingers popped in and out of the tight hair-lined cunt lips, as he 
scanned his thirteen-year-old niece's face for signs of her arousal. But 
Carol was fighting it, trying not to feel the unbearable probing of his 
fingers inside her. His thumb wriggled upon the button of her clitoris, 
flicking and teasing, until she felt the familiar mounting of unwanted joy 
inside her pussy. 

"Get away from me!" she moaned helplessly, trying to push him away. She 
didn't want to feel anything. She couldn't just give in to him like that ... 
even if he was her uncle. Visions of Bud loomed in her mind, and she wished 
with all her might that she could just will herself out of this mess. 

"O.K.!" Uncle Bob replied. "You want me to do it the hard way! I just wanted 
to make it easier for you ... better if you're relaxed, honey...." His voice 
started off harsh and trailed down to a thick semi-sweetness that Carol 
didn't believe for a moment. "You'll be begging me for it, once I get this 
big fella into you!" He gave his penis an obscene shake in her direction, 
and smiled as Carol cringed down into the bed. 

"Oooh! I'm sorry, Uncle Bob ... please ... I didn't mean ... I mean. ... 
It's just too big ... and maybe we should wait for a while before...." 

"Wait, hell!" Bob exclaimed...."You'll be out fucking with every boy in town 
without even giving your Uncle Bob a piece ... I know you! All sugar and 
spice on the outside ... but when you get down to the nitty-gritty, you're 
just another hot little cunt like all the rest!" 

Carol felt her face flush red, as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. No one 
had ever spoken to her like this ... her father, even at his angriest never 
used such foul language, although somehow she sensed he was capable of it. 
Squirming her hips down into the bed did no good, twisting about did no 
good, and Uncle Bob's fingers sensuously parted the sensitive vaginal lips 
again and again, screwing them teasingly up into her defenseless cunt. 

The mounting pressure in her young unfulfilled loins was too much and 
suddenly she was alive with renewed strength ... her fingernails clawing 
wildly at his shirt, trying to get to the skin beneath. 

"Little bitch!" he snarled through clenched teeth, fending her off. But she 
succeeded in making him remove his hand, if only for a moment. Taking 
advantage of the few seconds she had, Carol jumped up and tried to scramble 
off the bed, but Bob reached for her and caught her by the arms, bringing 
her down harshly on the bed. Then his full weight was on top of her, 
crushing into her with muscle and power. 

She was stunned by his weight; ground down into the mattress of her bed like 
a small stuffed toy. Horrified and frightened, hot tears streaming down her 
face she began to whimper pitifully as he brought his hands once more to the 
ripe innocence of her loins. She could feel him placing his seeping cock 
against her small white belly, where it quivered and jerked into her soft 
flesh. Weakly, Carol tried to protest as Uncle Bob began to slip down his 
pants, the movements of his heavily panting body over her creating new and 
more uncomfortable shocks against her unwilling flesh. His thick cudgel felt 
unbelievably hard against her stomach, and it occurred to her that it 
couldn't possibly be his penis ... it had to be something else ... something 
foreign like a hard lead pipe. 

Then his hands were back fumbling between her legs, and she felt the pipe 
being moved until the thick rubbery head rested against her pubic hair in 
the hollowed pit of her sex. Carol closed her eyes and shuddered with horror 
as she felt the hard instrument pushing against her tight defenseless pussy. 
She knew that she was helpless to stop what was about to happen. She uttered 
a small prayer that it would not hurt too awfully much, and then held her 
breath as her uncle's massively throbbing cock made its first tentative 
thrust between her open thighs. 

"NNNNNNgh!" Her uncle grunted. It didn't seem like there was any hole there 
for chrissakes! "Open up ... Spread 'em!" he cried, pushing again. 

"AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEE!" Carol cried out, just before Bob's hand came down on her 
mouth. A muffled sound continued to come from her throat as Carol felt like 
her legs were being ripped apart ... as though a brick was trying to gain 
entrance into her helplessly quivering belly. 

"OH DEAR GOD, NO!" she mumbled against the flat of his hand...."NO!" 

But Bob pushed once more, and felt the sparse young pubic hair spread and 
the small cunt lips giving way, opening up just the smallest bit to let his 
big cock in. 

"You ain't got no more cherry, honey," he laughed coarsely, sweat pouring 
from his brow...."I fingerfucked that away a long time ago ... so let's go 
... loosen up a little ... so Uncle Bob's cock can fuck that hot little 
pussy. You know you been dying for a taste of it!" 

"AAAAAAAaaaaaargh!" he pushed again and felt the smooth rubbery head enter 
the forbidden fruit of her pussy. It hurts too much ... too much! she 
groaned, her eyes wide open in anguished disbelief. How could anything hurt 
this much ... It just wasn't possible! He was going to kill her with that 
big thing between his legs ... She could feel herself being ripped apart 
down there! 

Looking up, she could see an evil grin spreading across his face as the 
exquisite pain within her grew and his penis sunk further and further into 
her straining loins. It was unthinkable that he would do this to her, hurt 
her this way ... torture her so cruelly ... and huge sobs wracked her body, 
making her loins twitch and shake oddly beneath him. 

"Uncle Bob!" she cried...."Oh, Uncle Bob, Please don't!" The words sounded 
garbled coming out from behind his hand that pressed hard against her lips 
... but she could tell from his altered expression that he'd understood. But 
his understanding had a different effect on him than she thought it would 
... it made him even more aroused than ever. She read the results of her 
mistake clearly on his lust torn features, as the perverted grin turned to a 
lecherous leer, and she felt him flick his hips harshly forward, propelling 
his ramrod deep into her already tightly stretched pussy. 

"Oh honey ... it's in!" he cried, his head arching back...."I'm gonna do it 
to ya now, baby ... do it to ya gooood!" He plunged wildly into her, letting 
his swollen cock slam its rock-hardness against the very end of his niece's 
ravaged vagina. Savagely, he lifted up her legs, clasping her thighs in his 
sweaty palms, presenting the widest possible area of her cunt up to his 
surging cock and slapping testicles. 

Carol almost passed out from the pain. Her vagina felt like shredded wheat. 
She was wailing now ... not loud ... but softly as though she had no more 
strength left to create a loud noise. 

Filled, she thought. Filled! The word went round and round in her head. 
Stuffed! ... Stuffed like a turkey! Surely she would split apart. Her belly 
pulsed gently, fearfully, her breath shallow. She dared not move. She knew 
she'd been injured beyond repair ... she'd probably have to go to the 
hospital and what did he care? He cared nothing about her at all. 

Uncle Bob pulled backward suddenly and Carol cried out, feeling the clinging 
pink walls of her pussy clasped tight around his plundering shaft, following 
along in its wake. Then he was back again ... hard. 

"UUUUUUNgh!" he grunted. 

"NONONONONONO!" Carol cried, receiving his hand back at her mouth for her 
troubles. Deeper and deeper his cock ground. Each time he thrust back into 
her slender aperture, Bob breathed coarse fumes of whiskey into his niece's 
contorted young face, oblivious to her pain. 

"Don't you like it hon?" he asked, finally...."Is it getting in deep 
enough?" 

The cruel see-sawing in and out of her tormented pussy had created a steady, 
unrelenting wall of pain in the whole of her lower body, and Carol had begun 
to hallucinate shooting sparks behind her closed eyes ... sparks that 
corresponded to the bitter pain she was feeling. She rolled her head in 
agony, her mouth hanging open. 

"Yes...." she answered in a barely audible whisper. "Yesss." It seemed 
better to go along with him than to fight him. She had already tried 
fighting him, and look what it had gotten her. This way at least the whole 
thing might end sooner. 

"OH God," she thought, "let it end ... let it end!" 

"Oooohh!!!" Bob cooed, "That's the tightest cunt in the world ... Baby your 
pussy's like fucking an angel ... I knew it'd be like this! I knew it!" 

Carol decided to take advantage of his better humor. 

"Can ... I bring my ... legs down Uncle Bob ... they kind of hurt up there 
like that!" 

"Sure honey ... we'll do all the positions ... before too long ... come on 
let's bring those legs down." 

Carol's legs unbent and descended in an excruciating agony of pain. But at 
least they were lying flat again, and the circulation could revive them. But 
Uncle Bob's cock was still stuck inside her, hard and seemingly bigger than 
ever. With a quiver, Carol closed her eyes and tried to take advantage of 
the small rest, such as it was. 

And it wasn't long before his cock started to move again. She still 
visualized it as a lead pipe being shoved in and out between her tender 
young thighs, But this time, it seemed to rub against her pussy a different 
way. The delicate ragged flesh of her outer cunt was carried along by its 
momentum, and brushed by the wire-like hairs of his pubis. Her clitoris was 
being massaged powerfully with each shattering stroke. She couldn't believe 
it, but it was beginning to feel good! 

"Aaaah!" she moaned, the next time the head of his penis buried itself in 
the spongy mass of her cervix. The thrills that were emanating from her 
clitoris were being transposed to the inside too, creating a completely 
different sensation from any she'd felt up till then. 

"Aaaa AaaaH!" she cried in surprise as much as pleasure. Her fingers began 
to hold on to Bob's back tightly now, and her toes were slightly curled. 

"OOOOOOOOOOH! ... OOOH! OH!" It felt so good that she thought she would go 
mad. How was this possible ... How could it possibly be? Somehow the 
enormous pain she'd gone through made the pleasure that much more acute and 
in a few more seconds she was writhing under him and trying to assist him by 
raising her buttocks up a little. What had seemed so horrible about the 
out-sized rock of cock filling her so totally, now seemed strangely, 
wonderfully ... oddly fulfilling! There was no doubt about it ... It was 
GOOD! 

Although her vagina was filled to the utmost, she tried to clasp it tighter 
around him, thereby increasing her own pleasure. Her hips jerked upward, and 
her hungry little clitoris rubbed itself shamelessly against her uncle's 
loins. His thighs were now crushing down on hers and she could feel the soft 
contrast of his balls as they bobbed up against her soft inner thighs. 

Sensing her growing pleasure, her uncle strove to make it even better, 
with-holding his orgasm for as long as he possibly could. With long smooth 
strokes he fucked into her, bringing wild cries of delight from Carol's 
throat. He worked, slavishly, slipping his big cock all the way out one time 
and ramming it all the way back in ... bringing it out halfway the next time 
and ramming it almost all the way in but not quite ... then several hard 
strokes right up against the cervix ... wham ... wham ... wham ... without 
stopping! 

Carol mewled and groaned, her entire body straining and writhing with 
unprecedented joy. She had surrendered totally to her uncle's driving cock, 
her whole being caught up in the frenzy of lust. The agony she'd once felt 
was magically melted to buttery ecstasy. 

"Oh UNCLE BOB ... UNCLE BOB! ... OH!" She was hopelessly impaled, and she 
knew it, and knowing it increased her fervor. Her vagina seemed already 
wider; already like a woman's as it accepted the mighty staff that churned 
within its small confines. Her soft downy pussy trembled and juicy signals 
of awareness began to flow copiously down her legs, out around his cock. 
Small tremors traversed her belly, and the cords of her thighs were taut and 
tense. 

"I told ya!" Bob grunted skewering into her wet upturned crevice, his chest 
heaving as his thick penis lunged obscenely into her widely splayed legs. 
"Told ya ... you'd like it!" 

"OOOOOooooooH! ... OOOOOoooohh I ... I'm going to burst ... oh Uncle Bob ... 
I'm...." 

Carol's head snapped back as the mighty orgiastic waves began to wash over 
her. Panting and writhing beneath her uncle, she pushed herself up as though 
to capture the delicious thrills ... to make them more thoroughly hers, 
giving herself up to them totally and without the slightest trace of 
restraint, her bruised body responding to the bliss within her, rising 
higher and higher until she was nothing but a mass of jiggling flesh 
existing in a solitary world where nothing mattered but the marvelous 
hardened pole of flesh sunk deep in her pussy. 

Bob rode with her, beside himself with the realization that he'd at last 
fulfilled his fondest dream ... to fuck her virgin cunt ... and fuck it 
good! He felt his cock swell again as her muscles twitched around it, and 
the softness of her inner passage grew wide and yearning. "Ungh!" he fell 
forward, his cock beginning to pump the hot liquid of his semen in thick 
white spurts, high up into his niece's contracting young womb. 

"OOOooowweeee! That's my baby!" Uncle Bob crowed. "Oh Christ!" 

 CHAPTER 5 

Tom was tired of exchanging small talk with the customers. It was a Thursday 
night and he had the usual dating couples from the nearby college, and a 
couple of regulars who came in every night had already made their 
appearance. The bartender had everything under control and Tom figured he 
could afford the amount Sal could steal while he went in back to get a 
little well deserved rest. He was tired of the whole business, watching over 
everything like a hawk all the time ... it was bothersome, really, and you 
couldn't really be friends with anyone. All of the waitresses hated him, he 
knew ... but what did he care really, he had his own problems ... the main 
one being Carol. 

He went in back and closed the door to his office, blocking off the bar din. 
Reaching into his bottom drawer, he took out a fifth of scotch and poured 
himself a neat shot glass. Downing it, he tried to block out the way Carol 
had looked when he entered her room last night. Sprawled there like ... 
like...."Oh Jesus," he thought, "It had to be that Bud ... it had to be! 
With his baby!" 

Another drink soothed the embarrassment he still felt about what had 
happened afterward. She probably didn't notice, he told himself. But why 
would that happen. It wasn't really possible that I'd get worked up over my 
own little girl!?" 

His muddled thoughts returned to the exact happenings of the night before, 
and once more he relived the whole thing, trying to make some sense out of 
it. 

* * * 

Tom was feeling low the night before, he'd returned from the bar earlier 
leaving an assistant to lock up for him, something he rarely did ... but he 
just had too much on his mind, and he had to get a few things straight with 
himself. As he drove slowly home, he finally faced up to the fact that 
something had gone wrong between him and Jean. And then he realized, it 
wasn't so much that something had gone wrong between them ... it was more 
like something was wrong with him! Every time they made love now, the same 
peculiar thing happened. It would start off fine, but then each time the old 
thoughts would begin cramming into his skull ... Carol! In the heat of sex 
his daughter's arms twined around him, spurring him on ... his cock burned a 
deep hole in Carol's cunt ... God forgive him! ... and not his wife's. 

Perhaps what he needed was psychiatric care ... he mused, parking the car in 
the garage. And then crunching in his heavy boots over the snow, he looked 
up at the upstairs windows of his house as he always did. There was a light 
on in Carol's room, and he thought he saw a light go off in the attic ... 
but he couldn't have sworn to it. But what was Carol's light doing on at 
3:00 A.M.? 

As he turned his key in the lock, he thought that perhaps this might be a 
good time to get everything squared away. Maybe if he just sat down and had 
a good talk with her ... He hadn't done that in a long time ... Good God, 
what a monster she must think I am ... yelling at her all the time ... 
ordering her about ... keeping her in the house. Well at least Jean had had 
the foresight to make him allow her out on an occasional movie date with 
Bud.... 

Tom climbed the stairs. "What the hell ... she's just a kid ... I'll just go 
in and talk to her ... and maybe she can tell me about herself ... about 
what she does ... what she's interested in these days ... Guess I really 
haven't been much of a father to her! 

As he approached Carol's room, in a separate wing from the bedroom in which 
his wife awaited him, he could see that her light was still on ... the 
yellow glow slipped out from beneath her closed door onto the rug in the 
hallway. He approached quietly, uncertain about the wisdom of what he 
planned to do ... but just desperate enough to hope that a little chat would 
save his sanity. 

He knocked softly ... once then twice. There was no answer ... and sensing 
that something was strange, he pushed the door open. Completely satiated, 
Carol lay sprawled in the middle of her bed. She had just had enough energy 
left after Uncle Bob's departure to apply a little Vaseline to her sore, 
swollen vagina ... Then she'd collapsed on the bed, still naked, and too 
exhausted to even pull up the covers. God, she felt wonderful! Although it 
hurt like hell down there, another sweeter sensation filled her body, 
stemming from high up in her vagina, where her titillated cervix still sent 
little pleasure waves shooting out to every nerve ending ... signaling 
completeness ... absolute sexual satisfaction that had no comparison to what 
she had felt before when Uncle Bob's fingers ... or even Bud's had played 
with her virginity. 

Before she had drifted off to a deep sleep ... the happy words...."No longer 
a virgin!" fell from her lips, and she was ultimately pleased that an older, 
experienced man had been the cause of her awakening ... rather than a young 
boy like Bud as she had planned. 

Carol's father stood stunned, staring at his daughter's nudity. Her legs 
were spread in a posture of abandon so that he could see directly into her 
young naked pussy, where the pubic hair was still tangled and matted from 
her recent loving. The hair on her head was also likewise ruffled and 
mussed, and there were little bite marks along her small round breasts. 

It was clear to Tom instantly that she'd just been fucked ... very recently, 
too! But how? He quickly surmised that Bud had probably sneaked into the 
house and done it a short while ago. Rage boiled inside him ominously as he 
closed the door behind him, and ignoring the size of his erection, he 
reached out to his young daughter on the bed and shook her roughly by the 
shoulders! 

"You get out of that bed and get some clothes on immediately young lady!" he 
boomed. "What am I running here ... a whorehouse? ... I told your mother not 
to let you go out ... and believe me from now on I'm not letting my eyes off 
you!" Carol awakened to the nightmare of her father's angry face, the 
harshness of his hands shaking her entire body back and forth. 

"All right ... all right!" she cried.... 

Hardly aware of the fact that he hadn't stopped shaking her, Tom let loose 
and watched in amazement as his daughter with a great measure of calm, 
slipped away from his still menacing body, and reached to the bottom of the 
bed where her bathrobe lay in a crumpled mass. As she leaned forward Carol 
tried to hide the stains on the spread, but Tom had already seen them. 

"You little whore! You little whore!" he started screaming. 

"I'm not a whore!" Carol yelled back. 

"Next thing you know you'll be pregnant ... and then what'll we do???" Tom 
bleated, the veins standing out on his neck. Still he couldn't help noticing 
that Carol's breasts were far more developed than he'd thought ... but then 
she drew the cord of her robe around her, removing the twin globes from his 
sight. 

"I can't get pregnant ... I haven't even had a period yet!" Carol said 
softly. She'd been waiting for her period ... praying for it ... wanting it 
to happen so that she'd at last be a woman ... undeniably and emphatically 
no longer a little girl ... but so far it hadn't come. 

Tom sputtered noisily, embarrassed at the turn the conversation had taken 
and not knowing what to do. 

"You come here!" he cried. "I'm going to whip you within an inch of your 
life!" 

"You wouldn't dare!" Carol replied, backing may from him, hatred in her 
eyes. "God! How I hate you!" she cried. "I hate you, hate you!" 

Tom grabbed her, so angry he could barely see. He knew he had her by the arm 
though, and in a blur she was over his knees and he was sitting on the edge 
of the bed. He pulled up the soft chenille bathrobe and below his hand came 
the round, pink moons of her buttocks, still flushed from their recent 
workout, and now trembling from fear and indignation. He looked own at his 
daughter's small ass cheeks, seeming to see them as they had been when she 
was a baby ... but it was a small woman who twisted about on his legs, 
trying vainly to scramble off. 

WHACK! The first blow struck her across both buttocks cheeks, and he could 
see a deep red welt forming even as he lifted his hand to hit her again. 

"You bastard!" Carol yelled, trying to think of words awful enough to 
describe what she thought of him. Once she had heard her mother call him 
that when they were having an argument, and it seemed appropriate enough 
now. He was shattering her beautiful mood, her body's sudden calm after her 
first total orgasm ... all those wonderful adult feelings were being 
scattered as she was ignominiously thrown across her father's knee like a 
child! 

"SHUT ... YOUR ... MOUTH!" Tom yelled, sweat pouring from his forehead. His 
hand hit her bare buttocks with each word, making a resounding smack that 
echoed in the room. The red welts on her soft skin had grown, so that her 
entire behind was now a fuchsia color. Tom knew he ought to stop, but he 
just couldn't. It was beyond him. There was not an ounce of control left in 
him. Heartbroken at the shock of having his worst fears confirmed ... so 
clearly and obscenely. Tears were springing from his eyes, and Carol's cries 
did nothing to stop the beating he continued to give her. 

But as she wriggled over his knees, the hardon he'd ignored before 
reasserted itself and would not be forgotten as soft white exposed skin 
brushed this way and that across the fabric of his pants, and his cock 
seemed to know, even if his head hadn't realized it yet, that Carol's 
delicate golden young pussy was rubbing against it. When the knowledge 
caught up with Tom's oblivious senses, it was too late for him to do 
anything to stop what was about to happen. The crevice of her soft young ass 
rose up to meet his hand, and his hand slipped a little to the side on its 
next downbeat, striking into the nether split of her behind. It fell into 
the warm dryness of her anal region and then as Carol jerked a little, his 
thumb encountered the wet pit of her cunt. 

He removed his hand instantly, but it was too late. His cock was responding 
rapidly, and he could feel its contractions as the gathered sperm from his 
balls started jetting up and out. 

"Aaaaaaah!" he gargled, grasping Carol's cheeks hard, and pulling her down 
on him. "UUNNnnnnngh!" 

Carol wasn't sure what was happening, but in a few seconds she felt a spot 
of wetness across her thighs as it seeped through her father's pants ... and 
she was experienced enough now to know what had happened. She was shocked, 
but pleased when she realized that she indisputably had the upper hand! 

* * * 

Tom shuddered as he recalled pushing her away from him so brusquely that 
she'd fallen to the floor. He was blushing now, even in the privacy of his 
office as he remembered now he'd tried to hide the growing wetness down his 
front, while making a rapid departure from his daughter's room. 

"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned, pouring himself another drink. His penis had started 
swelling now just remembering the horror of what had happened ... and 
although the whisky was numbing some of the pain he was feeling, enough 
still remained to make him suffer. And worse, the alcohol was aggravating 
his cock's insistent bloating, and he as getting horny as hell. 

"Shit ... you really are in bad shape, fellah!" he told himself, pouring yet 
another shot and downing the burning liquid. 

* * * 

It was amazing, Carol thought, the way men behaved. But she was grateful to 
Uncle Bob for all he'd done toward showing her just what was going on. There 
was a lot of power down there between her legs, and she intended to use it. 
The way daddy had acted with her was almost exactly the way Uncle Bob used 
to be, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the same thing that was 
bothering Uncle Bob was what was bothering her father. 

She'd often wondered how on earth she could get through to him ... make him 
see that she was a human being ... almost a woman in a few years ... not a 
baby ... and that she deserved to be treated as such. Well, now he knew ... 
and by golly, she'd make him know it even more. All those months when she'd 
stayed at home alone doing her homework just because her father wouldn't let 
her go out! She fumed about it now, as she pulled on her tight ski-pants and 
a low cut sweater she had bought out of her allowance without her mother's 
knowledge. 

Well, those days were gone forever! She was going down to see her father and 
find out just how far he'd go! She bet she could get him to go all the way. 
She'd like that, she thought, wondering if his penis was as big as Uncle 
Bob's. Now that she knew how good it felt to have something that big 
sticking inside her, she wanted to feel it over and over again. The memory 
of Uncle Bob's huge cock still made her tremble a little, and the walls of 
her downy pussy, still sore from the recent assault, tingled slightly in 
anticipation of another invasion. She felt hungry ... but not just for sex 
... otherwise, she realized she would wait until her coming date with Bud. 
No, it was something more she wanted, and only her father could give it to 
her now! Carol smiled to herself as she recalled the wet stain on her 
father's pants the night before. It was unmistakable ... that spot. He must 
have had himself some climax. 

She hadn't seen hide nor hair of either her father or her Uncle Bob that day 
... Tom having stayed in bed most of the day until time to work ... (she'd 
made sure she was in her room when he came out and left hurriedly for the 
restaurant) ... and as for Uncle Bob, he'd been out all day supposedly 
looking for a job (too ashamed to face her, she bet!). 

What a fuss men seemed to make over sex! It didn't seem to warrant getting 
all stewed up like that, just because it felt so good. She found it very 
amusing that she'd managed to put both the men in her household into a 
turmoil in such a short time. "Just imagine what the future has in store," 
she thought as she tiptoed down the steps. 

Her mother had sure been acting strange recently, too, she thought ... going 
to bed right after supper ... and in the morning Carol could tell she'd been 
crying or something because her eyes were always red. 

"Oh, well," Carol thought, "I guess every thing'll get straightened out soon 
enough." Her heart was thudding wildly as she pulled on her coat. Then she 
slipped into her heavy boots. It was late ... almost midnight, and she felt 
very daring sneaking out of the house like that. But after all, she thought 
as she closed the front door softly behind her, "I'm just going down to see 
daddy!" 

When she got off the bus at the corner where her father's restaurant and bar 
was situated, Carol noticed the bus driver looking at her curiously. Could 
it be that he too wanted to get between her legs? Could he tell that she 
wasn't a virgin any more? 

She smiled back at him, and saw him wink just before he closed the front 
doors of the bus. A little thrill ran through her at this new tribute to her 
blooming beauty and with increasing courage she made her way toward the side 
entrance of the restaurant. She knew there was a separate entrance to this 
office, and if necessary, she would wait for him there until he had finished 
closing up. She knew he always went over the receipts in there at the end of 
the night, because he often mentioned it at the dinner table. 

She tested the doorknob and finding it open, entered. She was in a small 
back corridor leading past the kitchen where hamburgers and steaks were 
char-broiled. At the end of the corridor she could see the door to her 
father's office. Although it didn't matter too much, Carol didn't want 
anyone to see her so she stooped down as she passed the open kitchen door, 
and scooted safely to the other side without being found out. Then she 
rapped on her father's door. 

Tom heard the rapping and assumed it was his assistant manager. "Don't 
bother me now!" he roared. For one thing, he'd been just about to decide 
whether to go out and try to pick up some chick or to go home and fuck the 
hell out of his wife, Jean ... Carol or no Carol, he had to have some relief 
from the terrible tension in his loins. He could barely sit up straight in 
his swivel chair by now, and was no longer bothering to pour himself shots 
of whisky ... the bottle was quicker and easier. 

"It's me, Daddy!" Carol said. "Let me in ... I want to talk to you!" 

A sinking feeling of doom spread through him as Tom staggered over to the 
door and opened it. There she was alright, he thought, his baby girl ... his 
sweet little thing who'd just been fucked royally by some creepy kid ... and 
not me! 

Carol sauntered past him, without deigning to say anything more in greeting. 
She could tell immediately that he was crocked, but she didn't know if that 
would be better or worse for her purposes. 

"Hi, Daddy!" she said finally, posing in the middle of the room. Slowly she 
removed her big shaggy coat and dropped it to the office floor. She jutted 
her chest out, trying to make her breasts appear larger beneath the 
revealing sweater, and then she coolly appraised her father who was standing 
with his back against the door trying to resist the healthy urge to bolt out 
of it. But a kind of weird, sick feeling made him stay as he took in the 
appealing sight of his thirteen-year-old daughter doing her utmost to charm 
him. 

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night, Daddy," she said. 

Tom broke out into a cold sweat. "For Crissakes, kid, get the hell out of 
here!" he moaned. "I ... I'm not responsible...." 

"Don't worry daddy," Carol interrupted, "Everything's cool! You can even 
give me another spanking if you want to ... I'm not mad anymore." 

Carol was surprised at her own boldness, but there had been so many 
surprises recently, that it was becoming exciting to take them all in her 
stride. 

"Honey...." Tom said, gulping and trying without success to become sober, 
"Does your mother know you're here?" 

"Of course not!" Carol answered, annoyed that he would even ask such a 
thing. Then an idea came to her ... she'd get everything moving fast enough 
if she could get out of her clothes! 

"Uh, Daddy ... I wanted to ask your advice ... about something...." she was 
thinking fast as she spoke. "I have this mark ... here. I'll have to show 
you." Carol began to remove her sweater, pulling at it to get it over her 
head. 

Tom remembered clearly enough the hickey marks he'd seen the night before on 
his daughter's breasts and neck, and he felt his face reddening as he tried 
to stop her. 

"Don't!" he cried, "Don't do that!" But he didn't dare to step forward to 
touch her. He didn't trust himself. Reaching behind him he locked the office 
door again. What a catastrophe it would be if someone were to walk in. 

Looking back he saw that Carol was naked to the waist now ... the little 
reddish brown marks clearly visible on her incredibly beautiful breasts, the 
white skin glistened softly in the glow of his office lamp and he stood 
petrified by an accumulation of lust for the lithe young body that gradually 
revealed more and more of itself to him. 

He sucked in his breath, chills rippling along the back of his spine. The 
booze was racing through his veins like quicksilver and his mouth felt dry 
and parched. He ached to touch her, wanting the feel of her so badly he 
could taste it. His penis lurched dangerously up between his legs, and its 
hardness pressed against his belly. Why me? he thought, WHY ME? He'd heard 
about such things ... even read about such things ... but they always 
happened to somebody else not to him ... they were never real to him before. 
But this was real enough! This cock that oozed a tiny bit of pre-cum in lewd 
anticipation of an unthinkable act. What misshapen genes had caused him to 
create a daughter who would do this ... strip before him, showing her pussy, 
her tits, ... God! She was feeling them now ... on the pretext of showing 
him some mark ... and now her hands were moving down the smooth belly below 
the navel to the sensuous little cunt ... God, he'd been thinking about it 
so much ... he must have willed this to happen! The whole thing was a 
creation of his imagination! 

Carol leaned forward a little, looking down toward her own tiny vaginal vee 
that was covered with golden curls. With her thumb and forefinger, she 
parted the soft pubic curls and spread the cushiony outer lips, exposing the 
raw pink flesh inside. 

"I just wanted to ask you, Daddy...." she mumbled, beginning to get excited 
by her own touch. 

Tom jumped forward, and Carol backed away a little, frightened by the 
suddenness of his move. After all, she thought in a blinding flash ... maybe 
there were still some things she didn't know ... maybe she had gone too far 
this time! But her father had hold of her now ... and he was clasping her up 
tightly to his chest. His mouth came down hard on hers, and she felt his 
lips part, his tongue sliding forth to penetrate the confines of her mouth. 
His tongue thrashed wildly inside her mouth, scouring the edges of her 
smooth white teeth, flicking back toward her throat ... pouring wetness from 
his mouth to hers like a spout. 

Carol was crushed so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Fear was all she 
could feel now and ... fear for what she'd caused to happen, and fear as to 
its outcome. Her desire for revenge against her father had been very strong, 
but now she'd be satisfied if she could just leave and go home to bed. Her 
father was like a stranger to her ... she'd never seen him so excited ... or 
so drunk, and he was grumbling odd sounds into her mouth as his hands raced 
up and down her bare body. His hands were rough against her skin and he was 
pinching her buttocks and her thighs, kneading the flesh of her waist, his 
thumbs sliding upwards to massage her rosy-pointed nipples that were 
flattened against the wool of his checkered shirt. 

"MmmmNGH!" she groaned, trying to push him away a little. But Tom held on, 
moving her backward towards the studio couch behind his desk. His hands 
moved back down and clasped her buttocks, cupping them up and picking her 
whole one hundred pound body up that way. 

Carol tried to catch her breath as she dealt with the snake-like tongue in 
her mouth, feeling the cool air rush into the widened crack of her rectum 
and vagina where her father's hands had pulled the soft nether cheeks apart. 
But she had no time to think at all before she was pressed down on the couch 
and her father was bending down over her. His mouth left hers, and in a 
sticky trail of saliva, moved downward across her naked breasts toward her 
stomach. 

"Oh, God, oh God!" she said, trembling, as she felt his mouth on her cunt! 
Carol jumped at the strange contact and tried to turn over, but her father's 
rough hands pulled her back. 

"Isn't this where you wanted to show me something? Well, I'm taking a good 
look!" he growled. And then the wetness of his mouth was pressing hard 
against the wide-spread mouth of her pussy. His palms were flat against the 
inside of her upper thighs as his thumbs pulled the delicate flesh apart. He 
drew the raggedness of the pink lips up into his mouth greedily, savoring 
their flavor like some rare delicacy. Greedily, he sucked on the soft 
membranes, nibbling softly at first and then like an animal as he grew more 
and more excited. The moist slit of his daughter's young, sparsely 
hair-lined pussy was like a dewy jewel presented to him in all its glory as 
he devoured the complete nakedness of her soft fleshy flanges. Carol writhed 
above him, horror and humiliation being rapidly replaced by the reassurance 
that nothing terrible was going to happen. At first she couldn't imagine 
what he was doing ... but now it appeared to be just some new form of sex 
that she'd never heard about. There was so much to learn! With a sigh, she 
let her thighs go limp and ceased struggling, and let the strange new 
sensations overtake her. A wave of triumph coursed through her as she heard 
her father moan below her, and she knew she had him at her mercy! The whole 
idea of controlling someone through the pleasure they gave you was a 
wondrous new concept, and if she could make it work with her own father ... 
well, the possibilities were staggering. 

"OoooooH ... OOOOOOOH" she whimpered, her firm youthful buttocks grinding 
steadily down into the studio couch. Her cunt was warm and throbbing and she 
opened her legs a little bit wider, arching her back and thrusting her pussy 
further up into her father's face. 

"OH DADDY ... OH DADDY! THAT LICKING FEELS SOOOOO GOOD!" 

And it did, it felt fantastic! His depraved attack of her secret parts was 
creating a veritable whirlwind of electrifying chills throughout her body. 
The pleasure rippled from her labia, all puckered up inside her father's 
mouth, where his tongue and teeth flicked at it, sucking up the ultra 
sensitive button of her clitoris with the other tissues ... and Carol began 
to call out tender words of encouragement. 

"Ooooooh ... suck me daddy ... suck me!" 

"JESUS!" Tom thought, as his mouth and tongue worked wildly in his 
daughter's loins. Her little cunt fit almost completely into his mouth, and 
it tasted like a sweet honeyed flower. Now lapping, now sucking, his eyes 
rolling wide open in their sockets, Tom took in the unbelievable sight of 
his little girl's face as she responded to his ministrations. He was giving 
her a good sucking, he knew, and a delight took hold of him as he realized 
just how much pleasure he was giving her. Her eyes were half-closed, her 
mouth hanging open a little as she moaned out his name. The white mounds of 
her breasts quivered as though waiting for his hands to conquer them. He 
moved his hands up along her body toward them, and cupped them, tweaking the 
pink hardness of her baby nipples with unrelenting fury. 

Loud sucking noises issued from the wide flatness of her pubic vee, and Tom 
continued what was now becoming a joyous act on his part. He had convinced 
himself in his drunkenness that actually doing the act was far better ... 
far healthier than just thinking about it ... and Carol seemed to be loving 
it so ... what harm could there be in giving her this fantastic pleasure? 
The shame he had originally felt disappeared, to be replaced by a wanton 
self-admission of his desire for his daughter. He would show her what real 
lovemaking was, by God! 

His eyes remained glued to her face as be ran his tongue over the satin-like 
exposed genitals, now executing little thrusts with his tongue into her 
small demivierge cuntal opening. 

"OH SWEETIE," he thought, "OH WHAT A SWEET LITTLE CUNT!" 

"OOOh Daddy ... DDDdaaddddy!" Carol stammered, completely out of her mind 
from the sucking she was getting. It felt wondrous, like floating in warm 
water ... like being made love to by fish in the ocean ... nibbling, 
nibbling ... sucking, sucking! 

"OH DADDY DARLING!" Carol's hands curled down into her father's hair in 
complete submission to the delicious spasms that darted throughout her 
wildly aroused nerves. She was enjoying it beyond all measure ... more than 
every sex act she had indulged in so far. The tiny licking flames were 
claiming more of her attention than any fingers or penis had yet requested, 
and she felt herself beginning to come apart at the seams. 

Mewling and moaning, she clenched her teeth tight together as the first low 
soul-stirring shafts of orgasm were roused from her belly. 

"MMMmmmmnnnn! MMMmmmmaaaah!" Tom licked furiously, moving his hands back to 
contain her sensuously squirming buttocks as they wagged in involuntary 
surrender to the erotic tune he was playing on his daughter's genitals. Her 
wet loins seemed to give way beneath his probing tongue and she ground 
herself savagely up into his mouth, as the low threshold of climax brimmed 
over and she was cumming all around him. 

"Ah All Ah Ah ... AAH DDAADDDDDY!" 

"Oh God," Tom thought, "Wait 'til he fucked her ... just wait!" 

 CHAPTER 6 

Jean put down the erotic book she'd been reading. "Jerome's big cock brought 
grunts of pleasure to Candy's throat...." Oh god, Jean thought ... What I 
need is a few grunts of pleasure myself. She looked at the clock. 2:00 
A.M....if she could just manage to stay awake a little longer, Tom would be 
home from work. But what good waiting up would do, she had no idea. 
Something more extreme than usual had seemed to be bothering him the day 
before, but he'd been completely tight-lipped about it, staying on his side 
of the bed all night, and then spending most of this afternoon in bed, too. 

It was beyond her ... if he wouldn't even tell her what was wrong, what 
could she do to help him? A spark of sudden anger welled up inside her, as 
she recalled with displeasure the dark storm-cloud cast of her husband's 
features during the last twenty-four hours. It made her feel a little silly, 
like a helpless housewife sitting home waiting for her husband to come home 
... a husband whose attentions were becoming less and less satisfactory. She 
had new visions of herself growing old. Although she was only thirty-two, 
when she was depressed, it seemed like she was as ancient as the hills. 
Maybe Tom had started to notice that she was getting older ... although her 
mirror showed no undue signs of rapid aging ... maybe it was something he 
could see that she couldn't. And little Carol was growing every day to look 
more and more like her, she thought ... or more and more the way she used to 
look ... when she was thirteen ... and even eighteen when she and Tom had 
gotten married. They'd had Carol a year later, and she'd been the joy of 
their existence together, keeping them close through all the early difficult 
years of their marriage. 

But now Carol was almost a woman herself, Jean thought ... and what would 
become of her and Tom once Carol was married and gone from the house? 

Feeling uneasy and unattractive, Jean rose from the bed and went to her 
mirror. A beautiful peaches and cream blonde stared back at her 
dispassionately. 

"If only I had a friend!" Jean thought...."Someone to confide in ... maybe 
I'd feel better!" She'd had a good friend who lived next door ... Ellen 
Silvers ... but she'd moved to California leaving Jean friendless and with a 
middle aged couple as her new neighbors. Sure, she thought, there were a few 
girls she knew ... women she met at PTA meetings and the like, but none of 
them seemed to fit into her particular category, and she hadn't bothered to 
pursue any friendships with them. 

She pulled her white chenille robe over her nightgown and took another look 
at the book she had tossed on the bedcovers. It was titled "A Housewife's 
Dilemma" ... and she thought ruefully that it certainly was an apt title for 
her life! 

"No! I can't read it," she thought, flinging it down again. It only made her 
want to be made love to ... made her want it desperately ... and it was too 
hard ... too heartbreaking when it just didn't happen. 

Suddenly she remembered her brother, Bob ... She hadn't seen him all day, 
she realized. A pang of guilt slipped into her thoughts as she realized how 
she'd been almost ignoring her brother recently. She wondered if he was 
still awake, remembering that he'd always been a night-owl, staying up till 
all hours reading or playing his records when they'd both lived at home ... 
years ago. It might be a nice idea, to go and see ... she thought, and if he 
were up it would be like killing two birds with one stone. She could confide 
at least some of her troubles to him and also she could find out how he was 
doing, what progress he was making toward work. 

It must be hard for him, she thought, going out of her bedroom ... even 
though we are family, it must be a little like living in a stranger's house! 

* * * 

Carol lay in a stupor with her legs still wide spread. Through her 
half-closed eyes, she could see her father undoing his pants. She saw the 
belt slide out of its loops and then the pants fell away. He staggered a 
little as the alcohol caught him unawares ... standing up so fast after 
kneeling between his daughter's thighs made him almost black out for a 
second. But then recovering he pulled his boxer shorts down, determined that 
nothing would stop him now. His heavy inflated penis bobbed into sight and 
he stood, a trifle ludicrous in his knee socks and plaid shirt ... his pale 
hairy legs and long dangling cock and balls exposed. 

Carol noticed with growing interest that her father's penis stuck straight 
out in front of him, whereas Uncle Bob's and even Bud's smaller boy's cock 
stuck straight up ... she wondered what that meant, but then decided that it 
must be a simple difference in the way they were built. She was still 
recovering from her wonderful oral orgasm, but the prospect of her father's 
fucking her was making her become excited all over again. The pleasure she 
could get from between her legs seemed endless, she thought with amazement! 

"You're so big, Daddy," she whispered softly, not wanting to do or say 
anything to prevent him from continuing. She wanted to add as big as Uncle 
Bob, but she decided it would be better not to. Still she wondered if it 
would feel as good ... or better than Uncle Bob. 

Tom groaned and stroked his aching prick. It was alright ... a voice kept 
saying in his head ... she'd had it before ... he wasn't doing anything to 
her that hadn't been done before ... My sweet darling baby girl ... oh my 
little love! His daughter's pussy gleamed with the wet juices of her cum and 
he could see that his ferocious sucking had made her tender labia swell, so 
that they stuck out further. With another groan, he got down on his knees 
again, between her legs and grabbing hold of her thighs, brought her 
forward. 

"Oh, Daddy!" Carol moaned, a new tenderness springing up inside her for her 
father. "Oh, Daddy!" 

* * * 

Jean's bathrobe swept the dusty steps leading to the attic, and she made a 
mental note to vacuum there the next day. The sight of a light shining 
beneath the attic door told her that her brother was still up and the sound 
of music came faintly through the door. Another pang of guilt came over her, 
as she mentally upbraided herself for taking so little interest in her own 
brother. But she'd had so many other problems ... so many things on her 
mind. If their mother were still alive Jean knew that she'd be very 
displeased, having always favored her son, and with almost her dying breath 
cautioned Jean to look after him. 

Jean paused at the doorway, listening to the music. She'd always resented 
her mother for doing that. "Take care of Sonny," she'd said ... while at the 
time "Sonny" as Bob was called in the family, was a grown man of twenty-two 
... a few years older than she and fully capable of taking care of himself, 
if he chose to. Whereas she, Jean, had no one to look after her ... her 
mother having insisted she quit high school to get a job ... something which 
Sonny had somehow never been expected to do! Fortunately Tom had come along, 
and she'd married him immediately ... glad to get away from her mother's 
strict influence. Jean often wondered, as she wondered right now standing 
uncertainly outside her brother's door, whether their mother might have been 
different if their father had been alive. Certainly some of that bitterness 
of hers must have been due to sexual tension. 

"Like I'm feeling now...." Jean thought, silently praying that she would not 
turn out to be anything like her mother. If only her mother had known some 
of the things that Bob had done ... things that Jean would not ever tell her 
for fear of breaking her heart. She'd almost forgotten most of them ... 
pushed them out of her mind as best she could ... they were too shameful to 
retain in her memory. 

Softly, she knocked at the door. 

Bob sat in the big overstuffed chair by his small attic window. He was 
almost passed out, but not quite, having drunk almost a full bottle of 
Thunderbird Red ... his supplies in the cabinet downstairs had finally given 
out. He'd been drinking all day really, but had only gotten serious about it 
since nightfall. He regretted having fucked Carol the day before, having 
forced her seemed the worst thing he'd ever done in his life ... and he'd 
done some lulus! Even though she had enjoyed it after he got started, still 
it seemed wrong. But he couldn't dismiss the memory of the pleasure her 
pussy had given him, and the two feelings ... one of guilt and one of 
continued desire worked on him to make him feel like a lunatic. 

When the knock came at the door, he was holding onto his cock, looking at it 
curiously, as though it would tell him something, give him a clue to the 
nature of his problem. It was hard and thick, almost as hard as it had been 
the night before in Carol's cunt, he thought. His fist slid up and down on 
the long shaft tentatively and then stopped, 

"Ooonnnnngh!" he groaned, imagining Carol was in the room with him, lifting 
up her dress, showing him her little blond twat, sitting down over his cock, 
her pussy tight, so tight, he'd think he'd never get in ... but then he'd 
slip in a little ... Perspiration dotted his forehead, and the soft rapping 
interrupted his thoughts. Sure it was Carol, a grin split his face. "Come in 
honey," he slurred. "Come right in!" 

* * * 

Tom's huge penis strained at the tight pink slit of his daughter's vagina, 
and Carol tried to remember that her Uncle Bob's cock had just been in there 
the night before ... but it seemed that nothing had ever been in there, and 
that her father's big cock would certainly never make it. She was 
disappointed and fearful at once. Was it going to hurt like before? She'd 
thought that all that was over. 

Trying to spread her legs wider, she jiggled herself up a little. "Ooooh 
Daddy...." she moaned softly, hoping that the encouragement would assist a 
rapid entry into her hungrily quivering little pussy. 

Tom felt his cock bending as the thick red tip tried unsuccessfully to enter 
his daughter. He was in such a state of excitement that he would not, could 
not stop trying to get into her. He only hoped he could get in in time, 
before he came. Nothing mattered but cumming ... cumming inside that sweet 
young pussy ... the very thought of which haunted him for so long. He was so 
drunk that it all seemed completely normal, natural forces working 
themselves out ... he wanted to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her. 

"Honey. ... You're too tight...." he finally realized, and before Carol knew 
what was happening, he had slipped down on his knees again. His long tongue 
curled up into a funnel-like shape penetrated the warmth of her vagina, just 
a little, and swirled around, wetting the inner surface again. Carol 
shivered with delight. It felt just like a tiny penis inside her ... it felt 
wonderful! 

* * * 

Jean entered her brother's room, and it took a few seconds for her to 
realize that what she was seeing was true. He was indeed sitting in that 
chair, holding his fully erect penis in his hand. He was leering at her with 
an expression of surprise, that rapidly changed to pleasant anticipation. 

"Well, if it isn't my baby sister!" Bob cried, not relinquishing his tight 
grasp of his cock for a second. "Well, what are you staring at? It's not the 
first time you've seen my cock!" 

The obscene words stunned Jean, and she stood there in her robe and a whole 
flood of unpleasant memories started coming back to her. No, it wasn't the 
first time at all ... she'd seen it first one night when she was seventeen 
and her brother had been drinking as usual and had come to her room. The 
things he had done to her, and subsequently made her enjoy, several more hot 
summer nights in her room, made her face burn now. It had been easy to 
pretend that those things had never happened ... very easy to convince 
herself that she'd never moaned beneath her own brother's body, her own 
young form crying out for satisfaction, and finding it in her brother's 
arms. She'd even convinced Tom when they'd first met that she was a virgin 
... and convinced herself as well. But the truth was staring her in the face 
... and she couldn't take her eyes off the lewd instrument in her brother's 
hands. 

"Why don't you come over here and sit on me?" Bob said in a low voice. 
"Remember ... I taught you how to do that one night ... I remember ... Mom 
was sleeping right in the next room ... and you pumped that hot little ass 
of yours up and down ... and...." 

"Stop!" Jean screamed, turning and running back toward the door. But he was 
up and after her in a flash, grabbing onto her arms. She screamed and fought 
him off, crying hysterically all the while ... all the old childhood 
memories returning with full force ... the old horror ... how he had told 
her...."If you don't do it, I'll tell Mom!" and she'd believed him ... 
believed he'd actually tell their mother if she didn't go along with him. 
But she'd liked it well enough at night while it was happening ... it was 
only afterward and the next day that she'd gone through the torment of hell 
about it ... fearful that somehow Mom would've found out ... or that someone 
could tell. 

His hands on her now were hot and rough, and the acrid smell of wine filled 
the room. She clawed out in a nightmarish fury, kicking and biting at him, 
but he was too strong for her, and after a few moments he managed to subdue 
her, holding her arms pinned down to her sides. 

Smirking devilishly, one hand rose up and began to massage her right breast. 
Jean wriggled and screamed, "NO! NO!...." 

"Your tits are still pretty nice, sis," Bob answered, fondling harder, 
searching for the nipple. Finding it, he pinched through the material of her 
robe until it grew hard beneath his fingers. 

"Sssssssh...." he hissed lewdly, drawing in his breath through his teeth. 
Then quickly, his hand went down and forward toward the opening of her robe. 
He entered and yanked up the flimsy material of her nightgown, backing away 
from her kicking legs. Then just as her knee was coming up toward his groin, 
his hand slipped up into the fully spread split of her cunt. 

Jean staggered backward from the searing contact, resisting the blinding 
flash of lust that sprang up within her burning crotch. All the rest was 
like a slow motion dream ... everything that happened was happening to 
another person ... and a sane, cool, appraising self was watching, and could 
see a woman lost in the throes of passion, responding blindly, groping out 
for fulfillment. It was as though a key had been turned in a lock that had 
been waiting all these years to be opened again, and she found herself using 
the old name for her brother ... in the same pleading tone of voice. 

"No, Sonny ... no don't Sonny ... Sonny ... Sonny ... oooh OH!" 

Her thighs and belly were afire, and all the old excitement was back ... the 
forbidden desire for him ... the longing for him to return to her room night 
after night ... the memory of the despondency when he no longer did. It had 
all taken place so long ago, and yet it seemed like yesterday. 

Bob too, recalled the old days and found traces of Carol now in his sister. 
One day she would be like this, he thought as he pulled her down to the 
floor with him ... One day she'd be a full grown woman ... always 
remembering that he was the first one who'd fucked her! 

His cock went straight for Jean's defenseless pussy, and when it stabbed 
home, she was already wet and open, ready to be fully penetrated. 

"OOOOOOOOOOH SONNY NO! NOOOOOOOOOO!" A loud wail of delight which her words 
could not admit escaped from her honey-red lips and Jean lay back trembling 
beneath her brother's long hard spear. It felt so good that she was afraid 
to move ... a man fucking her, wanting her again ... not the distant 
manipulations of her husband. 

God she needed this ... needed it more than she knew! She strained up 
against him, wanting him deeper inside her yearning cunt. It was like 
becoming a teenager again, being with Bob this way ... it was like turning 
the clock back to the sweet agony of incestuous loving she'd denied all this 
time. She knew now that she could not longer dismiss what had taken place as 
the innocence of children exploring each other's bodies ... Bob had been no 
child, and neither had she. Her cunt had been inflamed then as much as now 
by his hard driving cock! 

"Fuck deeper! FUCK DEEPER!" she screamed clutching up at him and drawing him 
down closer to her. Her nightgown was up around her neck and her full 
breasts brushed against the harsh fabric of her brother's clothes. He 
grabbed the cheeks of her greedily trembling ass and drove his stallion-like 
prick far into the gaping wetness of her pussy. His powerful body gathering 
more strength with each pile-driving thrust, he rammed his penis brutally 
into her clasping split. 

"Oh, God...." she moaned, "OH FUCK FUCK!" Those were the words that counted 
now ... all the worst ones...."OH Fuck, shit, prick! FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" She 
hoped that her mother could hear them wherever she was ... that she was 
looking down at her daughter right now ... at her daughter and her precious 
son ... who could do no wrong! All of her obligations were gone, blissfully 
shattered, smashed by the fucking cock in her womb ... all thoughts of her 
strangely silent husband ... all the problems about her daughter ... all had 
disappeared. She splayed her legs out as wide as she could and allowed the 
thick blood-filled penis to smash her pussy to smithereens. 

"OH GOD, IT'S GOOD! IT'S GOOD!" she cried out, receiving the brutal force of 
him in a state of raw lust. She had to have it ... and that was all there 
was to it! With wanton abandon she began to cum, shamefully fast, wondrously 
hard ... It was a crashing sharply spiraling orgasm, the kind that she knew 
would be followed by another ... and still another ... until all of her lust 
was milked from her hotly streaming cunt. 

* * * 

Tom was now well positioned between his daughter's thighs. He trusted that 
he had wet her vagina sufficiently with his tongue to allow the delicate 
coral slit to accept his cock. Holding onto Carol's slender ankles, he 
raised them and bent her back slightly, until he heard her gasp with pain. 
The full plane of her deliciously fuzzy young cunt was presented thusly to 
him, and he sensed that his daughter wanted him to hurry and enter her. 
Without warning, he forced the hardened blood-filled head to penetrate the 
small trembling opening. Flicking his hips forward with a grunt, he felt the 
quivering cunt lips give way to his lust-hardened prick. The tiny pubic 
hairs brushed against his cock and the stretching membrane expanded to 
receive him. 

Carol threw her head back and screamed, "AAAAAaaargh!" Why was it hurting 
again ... would she never be big enough so that it wouldn't hurt? But with 
an angry stubbornness, she pushed her hips up to meet the searing pain of 
her father's penis, and it sunk almost halfway into her. 

"NNNNnrgh!" She felt unable to move. It would hurt too much. She looked up 
at her father's face and saw him trembling above her, his eyes closed, face 
screwed up with passion. 

"Tell me I'm not hurting too much ... tell me baby!" he muttered, unable to 
withdraw his cock from her tightness. 

"Oh daddy...." she sighed, "Oh Daddy, I love you ... I love you Daddy!" 
Carol felt tears coming ... tears of pain as well as love. She was 
ruthlessly impaled. Was it possible that her father's cock was thicker than 
Uncle Bob's? It seemed that way. Yet, she wanted it in her and cooperated by 
holding her legs wide split, hoping that her cunt would open up just the 
tiniest bit more. 

Tom fell forward onto her, collapsing in tears himself, at his young 
daughter's words. How long had he been waiting to hear them ... She threw 
her arms about his neck, and pulled her legs down around his back where they 
hugged him closer to her small body. 

"Oh baby ... I love you toooo ... I ... I've wanted you so ... bad ... 
wanted this so badly!" Somehow his cock moved farther up, and then Carol's 
pussy was wet and unresisting, though still tight. By pressing harder his 
great penis wormed slowly up into the warm depths of her pink flesh, pushing 
the vaginal walls ahead of it in small fleshy ripples. Then they both 
quivered spasmodically as it landed with a thud against the tip of her womb, 
crushing heavily into her cervix. 

"OH JESUS ... OH GOD HELP ME ... FORGIVE ME ... FORGIVE ME...!" Tom began to 
fuck her like a bull ... to ram his huge prick into her soft white belly 
with resounding crashes. He was inside her! At last ... He was fucking her! 
Every trick he ever learned in his life about lovemaking he brought into 
play now ... now when it was most important. It had to be the best fuck he'd 
ever had! 

Carol was in an ecstatic state, her youthful pussy grown accustomed to her 
father's cock, flowered open, and sucked it into her, while her hands groped 
down between their legs, to touch the staff as it slid in and out of her 
hair-lined pussy. Her fingers closed around it down there, and she felt her 
hand being crushed by her father's weight as his hips drove down onto her 
again. Her own wet pussy brushed against her hand as well as the hanging 
pendulum of his balls. 

"OH yes, yes ... yes daddy ... this way ... this way!" Her thumb stroked 
against her own upturned vulva, while her fingers formed a tight circle 
about his advancing and retreating prick. 

She felt his hands repositioning, and then he manipulating her moon shaped 
ass-cheeks, creating another sensation down there. She winced as one of her 
father's fingers probed at her small puckered anus. Then it was popping 
suddenly inside the small nether ring of flesh and worming upward. She felt 
her rectal muscles automatically attempt to repulse the invading finger, and 
were it not for the strength of the ramming cock in her vagina, she would 
have attempted to get away from the strange sensation being caused in her 
rectum. His finger continued to roll around in the dark rectal passage, 
while his hand lay flat across her buffeting behind. Each time he pushed 
forward into her now, his finger slid up into her rectum. She was trapped 
between his cock in her vagina, and his finger in her ass, like another 
small cock ... it occurred to her that she was being dually fucked, and with 
a howl of delight, she started to cum. 

"Oh God, daddy ... I'm going to CUM!" 

"We'll cum together, baby...." Tom groaned, using the endearing term for the 
first time while he was making love to her ... as though she were not his 
daughter. "And then ... we'll do ... it again!" 

 CHAPTER 7 

It was almost 4:30 A.M. when Tom crawled in bed beside his wife. He was 
grateful that she didn't appear to hear him. Otherwise she might have 
questioned him about his late arrival. Carol had sneaked into her room, and 
he had gone immediately to his bedroom ... exhausted and depressed. 

He remembered Carol's last kiss, and her words...."Don't be upset Daddy ... 
It's wonderful!" Well, he wasn't so sure. In a way it was wonderful ... but 
in another way ... Supposing Jean found out ... or anyone else for that 
matter! She would never forgive him, he knew ... never. And perhaps he 
didn't deserve to be forgiven! Yet in some odd way, his heart seemed 
measurably lighter. All the dark foreboding thoughts that had plagued him 
for so long ... all of them centering around Carol, were gone ... and he 
knew that he would sleep that night ... He only hoped it would be a 
dreamless sleep. Tomorrow would be time enough to face the consequences of 
the delights he had taken from his daughter's lovely teenage body. 

Jean breathed quietly beside him pretending to be asleep. Thank God, she 
thought ... Thank God he came in late tonight ... otherwise he might have 
noticed that I wasn't here ... Suppose he had thought to come looking for me 
up in Bob's room...! The thought made her break into a cold sweat. She 
mentally cursed her brother, and cursed her own body ... for giving in to 
him. She felt so dirty ... so cheap ... depraved was the word for it ... a 
statistic in some sociological study. Oh God how she'd carried on ... how 
his cock had brought orgasm after orgasm from her loins, until she'd been 
saturated with cumming ... living, breathing cumming! She shivered a little, 
careful not to touch her husband beside her, and felt her cunt grow wet. 
AGAIN! Just how many times could a woman cum? Surely she had set some record 
tonight. What an evil bitch she was, she thought, guiltily ... unfit to be a 
mother to her growing daughter ... or a wife to her husband. 

Still, the following night, she found herself ,climbing the topmost stairs 
again. Telling herself that she was only going up to talk to her brother ... 
to persuade him to get a job ... maybe even to go to another town. But all 
along she knew just why she was going up there ... she was going to get 
relief ... to get the same kind of relief she had gotten the night before 
... relief from the memory of how Tom had acted toward her all day ... on 
edge and uneasy, nervous about something he would not share with her as 
usual ... and Carol had come home from school and gone to her room without a 
word, looking pale and withdrawn. Sometimes Jean felt it was all just too 
much to bear. How could one woman be expected to cope with these things? She 
bit her lip, as she felt a distinct twitching in her clitoris. The fabric of 
her panties ... (Tom had just left for work, and she hadn't yet gotten 
undressed) rubbed against her moist slit as she climbed each step, and she 
was beginning to feel hot all over, and a little faint. 

"Open up," she called, with a sinking feeling. She was really lost now ... 
truly debased. "Bob, it's Jean...." 

* * * 

Carol finally woke up after having slept for several hours straight, right 
after school. She'd had a big argument with her boyfriend Bud at school when 
he'd sensed something different about her ... and accused her of seeing 
another boy. The accusation had infuriated her ... nothing could be farther 
from the truth. To her mind, sleeping with her Uncle Bob and then Daddy 
hadn't anything in common with going out with a boy other than Bud. The fact 
that he would think her unfaithful irked her, and after a heated exchange in 
front of the school, she had told him she was much too tired to go out on 
their planned date that evening. And wakening up now refreshed, Carol 
realized that it was quite true. She had been up with her father terribly 
late, and they had done so many wonderful things together! And still she'd 
managed to get to school. It was a wonder she'd made it at all, she felt 
now, realizing just how tired she'd been. 

She saw by the dial on her luminous clock-radio that it was only about 9:20 
P.M....still early ... too early to go to sleep at any rate. She switched on 
her bed light and sat up in bed, her blond hair falling softly around her 
shoulders. All day in school she'd thought about her father, and how much 
she loved him. It was the most reassuring feeling in the world to know how 
much he loved her, too. She felt completely secure for the first time ... 
and it was a wonderful feeling. She'd told her father so the night before 
just before they'd both gone to bed. 

But she still loved Bud ... loving her father was different from loving Bud. 
Trying to straighten the whole thing out in her head she concluded that she 
still looked forward to the time when Bud would make love to her ... and, 
she reasoned, it would really be the first time then! She decided suddenly 
to call Bud right away to apologize for the argument they'd had earlier. 
Pulling on her robe, she went out into the hall to use the upstairs 
extension. She passed the stairway leading to Uncle, Bob's room, and decided 
she didn't ever want to make love with him again. Daddy was much, much 
better! 

The phone rang several times before a mature voice answered. 

"Hello, may I speak to Bud please?" 

"Just a second ... Bud! It's for you! 

Carol felt a chill run through her when she heard Bud's voice on the phone. 
"Hello, darling," she said breathlessly. "I'm calling to tell you that I'm 
yours, yours to do anything you want with!" She had read the words in a 
magazine recently and had made a mental note then to say them to Bud. Now 
was the time, and she used her sexiest voice to get the idea across. 

The effect on Bud was instantaneous. "Do you really mean it Carol ... I mean 
... can I see you tomorrow ... it's Saturday and I've saved up some money . 
... we can do anything you want!" His heart was pounding as he spoke, and 
the prospect of being with Carol again ... perhaps making love to her ... 
really making love made him feel clammy inside. 

"Yes, darling ... I'm sure Daddy will let me go out ... I've straightened 
out a few things with him!" 

She blew him a kiss into the phone and hung up, after they had arranged a 
time and meeting place for the following night. Then pleased with herself at 
having straightened out so much of her life already, Carol started back 
toward her room. But when she reached the bottom of the steps leading to 
Uncle Bob's room, she heard an odd sound and stopped to see if it would 
happen again. 

"AAAaaaaargh!" a loud scream came from the door upstairs. Carol's blood ran 
cold ... it sounded like someone being killed! She climbed the stairs two at 
a time and reached the top and waited. 

"OH SONNNY ... IT HURTS TERRIBLY ... NO ONE HAS EVER ... AAAAAAAH!" 

Carol peeked in through the keyhole, having recognized her mother's voice, 
and to her amazement, she saw her mother on the floor on her hands and knees 
... completely naked. Her large white breasts hung down toward the floor, 
and her white rounded buttocks were sticking straight up in the air toward 
Uncle Bob. Astounded, she saw that Uncle Bob was naked, too, and his great 
heavy cock was stuck right in between her mother's buttocks. She was so 
shocked, that she almost fell backward down the stairs, but then her 
curiosity getting the better of her, she returned to the keyhole, kneeling 
down so that she would be more comfortable while she watched. 

Inside the attic room, Carol could see her mother's face, completely 
contorted in abject pain and the wide, lascivious grin that spread across 
her uncle's face, revealing a great expanse of his yellowing teeth...." NO, 
Sonny ... please ... stop please...." Jean begged, but her brother held her 
captive, his massive hands gripped tightly around her waist. 

"Fuck back!" he ordered. "I ain't all the way in ... Fuck back!" 

"Oh, God ... it's too big! ... It hurts too much...." 

But Bob ignored her, shoving mercilessly into her as he dug into her flesh 
with his hands. "Shove back, damn it!" he hissed at her. "Push your ass 
back!" 

Jean could hardly think. Every way was pain and more pain ... unbelievable 
torture. It was as if a great wooden totem pole was being rammed into her 
body. 

"Push back!" 

She did, opening her ass with a deliberate mind shattering effort and his 
huge prick surged up into the spongy, resistant flesh without mercy. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrrgggggg...." she screamed in pain, her face a contorted jungle 
of twisted horror. But above her, Bob, crooning with delight, pushed his way 
into her tight resistant rectum until the flat surface of his stomach 
slapped up against the protruding cheeks of her upraised buttocks. 

"OH ... OOOHH ... OOOHHH!!!" She gasped for breath as his huge pole of flesh 
dug its way deeper and deeper into her virgin passage. She groaned as his 
pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her white buttocks. She heard 
him give off a harsh whine of passion as he began to saw rhythmically deep 
into the soft confines of her bottom. 

Gasping for air himself, Bob began spearing savagely and without the 
slightest mercy, deep up into the softness of her back passage. Gradually 
her pain eased a little, though it was still a mixture of great hurting and 
humiliation. But suddenly, she began to move backward to meet the forward 
thrust of his loins and began undulating her body, moving her buttocks in 
tiny sensuous circles. By degrees the pain lessened and a certain 
stimulation began to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head 
from side to side, her hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face as 
he rammed again and again and again. 

Her own brother was sodomizing her! The very thought sent a huge ripple of 
perverse pleasure throughout Jean's trembling body. She tried to think about 
it, but each time his brutal thrust would drive her forward she would squirm 
back onto his beautiful cock until soon she was filled with an all pervading 
masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become pleasure. The humiliation, joy. 

Kneeling above her, Bob watched the reddish skin of the little round hole 
draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. 
At first, the pressure on his prick had been almost unbearable, but now it 
was as if he had finally found what his prick had been searching for, for so 
long. He watched as it disappeared right up his sister's ass with every 
stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch showed, reaching far up 
into her shaking belly. His balls ached and his prick was bursting with 
thousands of tiny sparks of hot, intense pleasure as he moaned and undulated 
her bottom back and around in an effort to increase his pleasure. 

Jean groaned like a crazy woman, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes 
rolling in her head, panting like a bitch in heat as she threw her ass back 
at him in a maddening circling motion. Bob had always wanted to do this to 
his sister. He had tried when they were teenagers, but she had really fought 
him off then and he thought better of it. But now ... now, he could do with 
her as he liked. And he was ... digging his cock into her ass and leaving it 
there, hearing her moan and mewl with delight as he wiggled his hips and 
probed, moving around inside her anyway he goddam liked! 

"Oh, yes ... Sonny, yes ... fuck me hard ... fuck me gooooood...." 

The sound of the obscene words spewing from his sister's mouth sent Bob into 
a new frenzy of increased lust and he rammed into her wide-stretched asshole 
with a new fervor that nearly sent her sprawling across the room. She was 
really his now! 

Digging his prick into her and leaving it there, he listened to her groan 
while he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her dark 
rubbery channel like a probing snake. He slipped it back out until just the 
tip remained buried in her and then plunged it right in again in one long, 
agonizingly smooth stroke. His prick tingled, his balls felt alive. He knew 
he could cum anytime now, but he wanted it to last just for a while longer 
before he felt the rush of his hot sperm bursting into Jean's clutching 
anus. 

He began to rub rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering 
buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his 
fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding 
cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged wide at 
the spectacle of her young body bucking before him and the sadistic desire 
to hurt rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that 
seared up her, stretched anus like fire. 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...." Jean screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. 
"Oh, Cum ... for god sake's ... cum ... ccuuuuuummmm...." 

Bob touched her roundly stretched anal lips with his finger, feeling the 
heat of friction where his cock slipped in. Jean mumbled incoherently, her 
head flailing from side to side. He pulled her back onto his prick, now 
swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced before. 

"Oooohhh, baby ... Sonny's gonna cum ... cummm ... fuck back, Sonny's 
cumming ... FUCK BACK!!!" 

And beneath his back-breaking attack, Jean felt the first delicious torrents 
of her brother's hot, white semen splutter into the depths of her rectum, 
its warmness surging through her body like a volcanic eruption. The never 
before felt sensation touched off her own climax and she screamed as the 
great gush of pleasure rippled through her and then she could feel his hot, 
thick sperm running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit 
of her naked pussy where it met her own sexual fluids and the two mingled 
warmly as they seeped down her legs and onto the carpet beneath them. 

Outside the door, Carol's fingers searched out the inside of her gaping 
vagina as her eyes remained glued to the keyhole. 

"Wow!" she whispered to herself. "There's no end to what I've got to learn. 
No end in sight!" 

 CHAPTER 8 

It was odd, Carol thought much later, how she hadn't even realized that 
they'd stopped fooling around inside Uncle Bob's room. She'd been 
preoccupied with her own desire-drenched pussy, having finally decided to 
lie down outside the door so that she could have more comfortable access to 
her own hungrily calling vagina. 

She lay in her room now, still tingling all over and shaking with excitement 
at the thought of what had happened. And she wondered if her mother was in 
her room thinking about it, too! 

Jean at the same moment lay trembling in her bathroom, completely immersed 
in a tub full of warm water, save for her head ... and she felt like dunking 
that in, too. The water was calming her some, though ... and she wondered 
what on earth she should do next. Hadn't she gone just about as far as one 
could go, sunk to the lowest depths imaginable? It still didn't seem 
possible to her that what had happened in Bob's room had actually taken 
place. How had it come about that she had had sex with her own daughter? Not 
only done it, but enjoyed it too ... beyond her wildest dreams of enjoyment? 
And what of Carol? ... She foresaw her growing up warped and promiscuous, 
sitting in some psychiatrist's office telling him of the night she'd made 
love with her mother, after watching her mother and uncle fucking like two 
rutting animals in heat. 

Jean covered her eyes with her hands in an effort to block out the horror 
she felt, and still seemed to see clearly, happening before her very eyes. 
It was hideous now, yes, but at the time it had been otherwise. It had 
seemed almost natural ... as odd as that thought seemed. 

Carol pulled the covers up over her head and breathed in the warm musky 
sexual odors of the lovemaking that had taken place such a short time ago. 
Mentally, she ran over the events leading up to the whole thing. 

The door had opened brusquely and Uncle Bob had found her sprawled in front 
of the door, her nightgown raised, and her fingers stuffed halfway up her 
quivering vagina. 

Wordlessly, he bent over and scooped her up, carrying her inside with him. 
Setting her down in the middle of the room, he pointed to the prone figure 
of her mother, stretched out upon the hooked rug, knocked out by the sheer 
force of her brother's lovemaking. Carol stared fascinated at the widespread 
legs, the blond pussy, much like her own, but larger. It was wide and gaping 
and she could see trails of cum slipping from its insides. She realized that 
Bob must have taken her mother the regular way after doing it from the back. 
Her mother's eyes were closed, Carol noted with relief, and she appeared to 
be sleeping peacefully. A noticeable tremor passed through her as she 
observed her mother's thighs twitch a little in memory of her lusty 
excitement. Bob stood nearby watching, but Carol had almost forgotten his 
presence she was so taken aback by this new intimate view of her mother. 

She jumped when her uncle leaned over to her and whispered huskily in her 
ear, "I think you'd might enjoy it better if you got a better view!" His 
hand pressed heavily on her shoulder and she soon found herself down on her 
knees between her mother's legs. 

Bob chuckled evilly, pleased with the unusual tableau he was setting up. 
What a stroke of luck! he thought to himself. A stroke of genius! Far better 
than having either one of them separately ... he could have the two 
together! A real mother-daughter combination! 

Carol slowly began to remove her robe and nightgown. The memory of what her 
father had done to her was still fresh in her mind, and something within her 
urging her ... (Uncle Bob's presence had little to do with it) ... Why 
couldn't she do to her mother what Daddy had done to her? The fact that her 
mother enjoyed making love with Uncle Bob had seemed a little strange to 
Carol, at first ... but now, it all blended in with the general pattern of 
things. She had done it ... why not her mother ... But did Daddy know about 
it? Carol's mother caught her breath and began to move, and Carol realized 
that it was now or never. Behind her she heard a stirring, and assisting her 
natural inclination, Bob's thick hand pushed her head down until it was 
nuzzling into the warm wet pussy stretched out before her. 

Jean woke to the tender lapping of a small tongue at her cunt. Her first 
thought was that it was her brother...."OOooh Sonny you shouldn't ... but oh 
my it feels good!" Her eyes were still closed and the steady licking sent 
chills racing along her spine. She wanted to protest, but then she fell back 
with a sigh of resignation as the wonderful feeling of soft wet lips 
pressing tightly against her naked cunt continued. The swirling sensation 
began to build in her loins, and although her behind was sore from its 
recent invasion, she spread her legs a little wider. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" 

Carol was inundated by her mother's personal scent. The taste of her was at 
once familiar and totally strange. It seemed hard for her to realize that 
she herself had one come from between these very legs ... and now she was 
giving her mother pleasure there. Her mother told her that it hurt to have 
babies ... apparently it hurt pretty bad. Perhaps, Carol thought, taking the 
little pointed clitoris up between her teeth, perhaps I can make it up to 
her this way. 

"OOOOooooh! MMMMMMMMMN!" Jean writhed slowly above her, and Carol, her chin, 
nose and cheeks immersed in the soft wetness licked slowly and carefully, 
trying to feel out the most sensitive places with her tongue. The surfaces 
were smooth and slippery but also ridged and Carol thought that she would 
never get bored with exploring the wondrously varied area of her mother's 
cunt. She felt lost in the moist secretions, secretions that she knew were 
being simultaneously mimicked in her own young cunt. For this was by far the 
most exciting thing that she had done yet ... the most daring and the most 
pleasureful! 

Jean's legs began to shift nervously, and she felt herself swooning with 
pleasure. She ought to push Sonny away ... she ought to forbid him to touch 
her ... but she couldn't give up this new sensation! Slowly she put her 
hands down, pulling Sonny's head in closer to her straining pussy. She could 
feel his hair running through her fingers as he licked still harder into her 
split crevice. It was a short moment later that she knew with certainty that 
it wasn't Bob sucking her. The head that moved beneath her hands was too 
small to be Bob, the hair was too fine and long to be a man's. 

In abject terror of what she was about to see, Jean opened her eyes and 
screamed, kicking her legs out wildly and attempting to scramble to her 
feet. 

"CAROL! CAROL! CAROL! ... WHAT ... WHAT ... WHAT ARE YOU ... WHAT ARE YOU?" 

Bob jumped up out of his spectator's chair and grabbed his sister by the 
arms. "Come on, sis! Lie back down!" 

Carol rubbed her wet mouth on her arm and watched as Bob subdued her mother 
who had collapsed in hysterics now, her entire body quaking as huge sobs 
racked her body. Bob motioned Carol to continue, and with some trepidation, 
Carol tried to spread her mother's legs once more. 

"NONONONONONO!" Jean screamed...."AM I GOING COMPLETELY CRAZY?????" Her own 
daughter was kneeling before her, completely naked, spreading her legs, and 
her brother was pulling her back so that Carol could do as she liked. Jean's 
eyes bulged out in disbelief as Carol's head ducked down and was once again 
buried in between her thighs. Jean let her head fall helplessly back to the 
floor and a stream of babbling sounds came from her mouth. Bob had moved 
forward so that he could help Carol keep her mother's legs open, as well as 
prevent her arms from moving. 

"SHIT," he thought, "WHY THE HELL NOT?" He'd seen this sort of thing before 
in his travels ... nothing unusual about it ... except of course for the 
family relationship! 

The idea of a woman touching her was in itself a disgusting concept to Jean 
... and the fact that the woman in this case was no woman at all, but a 
little girl....her little girl ... was the most obscene thing that she could 
imagine. The hideous feeling in her abused pussy was making her sick. She 
thought that she would die then and there ... and if by any chance she 
didn't die, she would certainly commit suicide later. She didn't know who to 
blame ... Bob, Carol ... her own lasciviousness with her brother ... when it 
came right down to it, it had to be her fault ... Carol was her daughter 
wasn't she? Alien, yet familiar (so familiar!) fingers crawled over her 
helpless flesh, moving up along her rib cage, after traversing her stomach. 
She couldn't move. WHY WAS BOB DOING THIS...? WHY WAS CAROL DOING THIS? HAD 
THE WORLD GONE MAD? HAD SHE ALREADY DIED AND GONE TO HELL? This would be 
suitable punishment no doubt for her sins ... and she didn't doubt that it 
would go on forever and ever. The small mouth rubbed insistently against her 
vulva, the tiny tongue flicking lewdly at her tortured flesh. Carol's 
fingers were at her breasts pulling on her nipples tenderly, making her gasp 
out and cry. She had nursed Carol as a baby, had felt her little mouth 
sweetly close around those same nipples, that same mouth that now churned so 
avidly in her cunt ... so hungrily down there in her private parts. 
Everything about it was forbidden. She could feel Carol's small breasts 
rubbing against her thighs as she sought closer body contact with her 
mother, her own excitement mounting with each stroke of her tongue. 

"CHRIST! LOOK AT HER GO!" Bob cursed, strengthening his grip on his sister. 
The awful words had an odd effect on Jean. There was something so 
devastatingly surreal about the situation, that she decided suddenly for the 
sake of her sanity that it wasn't real. The soft buffeting of Carol's tongue 
in her pussy increased, and as her daughter's smooth white teeth closed 
around her clitoris once more, Jean lifted her entire pelvis up from the 
floor and let out a shattering screech of shuddering, maddening surrender. 
All revulsion was magically replaced by an overwhelming desire. Her daughter 
was sucking so well, with such fervor while her small fingers reached up, 
plucking at her pebble-hard nipples ... and then another finger was shoving 
into her anus ... was it Carol's or Sonny's ... she didn't know ... no 
longer cared. She felt the tight nether ring of flesh open up once more as 
the finger slid higher into her already ravaged behind. 

"OOOOOohhh GOD, it's vile ... it's ugly ... ugly ... ugly!" But she found 
that her arms were free now, and she almost unconsciously reached down to 
grasp Carol's head again ... this time knowingly ... and she clasped its 
golden bobbing surface to her open loins, feeling the grinding against her 
swollen clitoris increase at the same time to a delectable crisis of 
delight. 

Something else was happing down there, but she dared not contemplate what 
... She could hear loud grunts from her brother that mingled with her own, 
and Carol was groaning softly and piteously like a purring cat, into her 
distended pussy. She lifted up slightly so that she could see what was going 
on, and she saw Bob fucking into Carol from the rear, his cock evidently 
ramming up into her vagina, thereby forcing Carol's head into her own cunt 
with that much more ferocity. Her first instinct was for her daughter...."My 
baby!...." she thought...."My own brother is fucking her ... he's fucking my 
little girl!" But then she was starting to cum, and there was nothing she 
could do about it ... nothing she wanted to do, but make it better! 

"OH HONEY STICK YOUR FINGERS IN MY CUNT ... QUICK ... NOW ... NOW!" 

Carol's fingers slid from her mother's rectum, and entered the yawning 
cavern of her wildly aroused pussy. She felt the clasping vaginal muscle 
close wetly around her inserted fingers and her mother tilted her pelvis so 
that she could slide further back into the streaming silken channel of her 
sex. 

Carol licked as though she were trying to make her mouth fuse with her 
mother's genitals. She could feel her mother's orgasm ... on her fingers ... 
The convulsions were wild, and strong, and she thought her fingers might be 
broken by her mother's strangling climax. "OH SUCK ... SUCK IIITTT ... I ... 
LOVE ... IT ... LOVE IT! ... OOOOOOHHH ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" 

Carol panted into the steaming flesh in front of her, as her own pussy was 
flaring out around her Uncle Bob's cock, and she was grateful to him for 
taking her ... she was so excited that she had to cum ... had to cum right 
now, in fact. "AAAAAAAAAH!" she cried out, jiggling her hand higher inside 
her mother's wildly contracting pussy. "AAAAAAAHH!" 

Bob grunted and jerked his cock sharply up into his niece's pussy, letting 
out the newly accumulated sperm with a groan. Then he fell over heavily onto 
Carol's upraised buttocks, forcing her flat against her mother's lower 
belly. The three of them quivered and trembled together for a short while 
before Bob withdrew his limp penis from Carol's vagina and walked around to 
fix himself a drink. When he returned he found that the two women hardly 
missed him. He chuckled lewdly to himself as he saw Carol's buttocks 
wriggling above Jean's face, her small pussy implanted in her mother's 
noisily sucking mouth, while Carol went down on her mother for the second 
time. 

"Greedy guts!" he murmured, downing his drink. 

* * * 

Exhausted, but happy, Carol fell into a deep sleep, wondering what new 
delights the next day, Saturday, would bring. Whatever happened she felt 
sure that she would be ready for it! 

 CHAPTER 9 

Tom woke up Saturday morning early to find that Jean was still sleeping 
beside him. 

"Mmm," he thought, "That's not like her. She ought to be up fixing the kid's 
breakfast or something." 

He'd finally decided to get up, because his dreams had been bothering him. 
He kept seeing Carol being attacked by monsters ... dogs, horses, bulls ... 
and each time, he'd run and try to help her, but she'd look up and smile and 
say ... no daddy, it's too gooood and my pussy's so wet ... don't stop them. 
And he would be forced to watch the obscene lovemaking. Invariably it turned 
out to be a wet dream ... and he found that very depressing to say the 
least. He hadn't seen Carol, except in passing since that night two nights 
ago ... but it seemed like forever and he was aching to see her. To feel her 
hot little snatch against his cock again. He wondered if he should ask her 
to the office that night. "Oh God, you bastard," he said aloud to his 
haggard bathroom mirror image. "You can't ever touch her again ... you just 
can't!" 

Carol woke up early, too, with the joyous knowledge that she was going to 
see Bud that evening. Her mother's exquisite beauty lingered on the brim of 
her mind, with a bittersweet kind of love attached. She recalled having felt 
such strong emotions when she'd been entangled with Jean that she'd wanted 
to melt right into her ... to be her ... the strong sensation, that she was 
her mother ... made from her mother's body, overpowered her, brought out by 
this new shocking intimacy. It made her feel good all over, and in some way 
mysteriously established her own reality, her very existence in the world, 
once and for all. Father and daughter met on the landing, and Tom resisted 
the temptation to draw her into his arms right then and there. 

She looked crisp in a short wool dress with matching cream-colored tights, 
and Tom wondered just how any normal man ... even a father could be expected 
not to desire her. She's made for loving, he thought as they descended the 
steps to the dining room. 

Carol was glad to see her father again, but she had other things on her mind 
now, and she was a little preoccupied. Only Tom's brief caress of her 
breasts in the kitchen recalled to her body a semblance of the pleasure she 
had felt in her father's office two nights ago. 

"Daddy!" she squealed, feeling delicious thrills run through her breasts. 

"Yes, baby?" Tom asked, standing close by, an expression of supreme torment 
twisting his handsome features. 

"Oh, nothing, Daddy," Carol replied. "Can I fix you some breakfast? I don't 
think Mom's going to be up for a while." 

Tom wondered why Carol seemed to know that Jean would oversleep that 
morning, but he decided to let it pass. Right now he was trying to figure 
out how to ask Carol to come to his office that night. 

Carol fixed him toast, black coffee and scrambled eggs, and while he enjoyed 
the food prepared by his darling daughter's hands, he alternately decided 
that he would never lay hands on her again, and that he would fuck her 
within an inch of her life that very night! Maybe even that very moment ... 
He rashly visualized taking her into the den, locking the door and doing it 
to her right there. 

"What is that perfume you're wearing, darling?" he asked, as she brushed by 
him and a billow of the odd scent met his nostrils. "It's called Forever and 
Ever Yours! Do you like it?" Carol asked, sipping her instant cocoa across 
from her father. 

"Love it," Tom answered, gulping back the hot liquid from his coffee mug. 
"By the way ... sweetie, I didn't hurt you ... I mean you're not...." 

"Oh No, Daddy," Carol interrupted, "You didn't hurt me at all ... I feel 
just fine ... better than ever, if anything." she added thoughtfully. 

Tom was relieved that he hadn't done his daughter some irreparable physical 
damage, and as for the mental part, she seemed to be taking it in her 
stride. A little of his guilt fell away, and he decided to ask her. 

"What are you doing this evening, sweetheart?" 

"Oh I'm going out with Bud ... I was sure it would be alright with you ... 
so I told him we'd probably go to see a movie ... or something." Carol 
didn't see how her father could possibly object to her seeing Bud again ... 
or doing anything she wanted to from now on, for that matter. She was 
unprepared for her father's stammering reply, and stared at his reddening 
face in disbelief. 

"OUT! OUT? With that ... that .. kid who ... who did it ... who...." 

"Oh Gee whiz ... Daddy...." Carol replied, exasperation showing in her 
voice. "You've got to be kidding! ... Besides Bud didn't do it to me!" 

"Do you mean to sit here and tell me that that night I found you lying on 
your bed you hadn't just been with Bud ... that he hadn't just gotten 
through...." 

"That's right!" Carol answered ambiguously ... thinking that at least she 
wasn't lying ... no use telling him that she'd been de-virginized by Uncle 
Bob's hard penis ... that might really make him upset. 

Tom lapsed into a constrained silence, his mind working quickly. She had no 
reason to lie to him ... he thought ... therefore she must be telling the 
truth ... maybe his own dirty, distorted thoughts had clouded his mind so 
that when he'd seen her there he'd immediately jumped to false conclusions. 
But what of those marks? God, those could have been caused by anything, he 
reasoned, dirt, or spots of makeup ... anything ... In that case, he 
realized ... he had been the first ... the first one to test his daughter's 
little golden pussy! The thought was staggering ... and it made him both 
exuberant and frightened at once. 

"You mean...." his face brightened perceptibly. 

Carol decided to gain control of the situation, her instincts already 
working like those of a grown woman. "Oh daddy. ... Bud's just a little 
boy." And I'm in love with him! she added silently to herself. 

Tom realized that of course, she was right ... he was only a little boy. Why 
he'd had his own first sexual experience when he was sixteen ... and Bud 
hadn't even reached that advanced age yet. This new thought cheered him 
immensely. 

"Well, I was going to ask if you'd like to come and spend some time at the 
restaurant tonight. You could have dinner with me there, and then...." 

Carol spoke up quickly, "Maybe after the movie, daddy...." She got up and 
started clearing the dishes away, aware of her father's eyes on her bottom 
as she walked away from him. 

"O.K. sweetie," he answered, finally, "Whatever you say!" 

A sense of power swelled inside her as she scraped the plates into the 
disposal, and turned on the grinding unit. Things had certainly changed 
between her and daddy ... changed for the better! Smiling, she turned and 
walked toward him. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him 
briefly, but full on the lips, managing to escape his probing tongue before 
it had entered her dewy mouth. 

"Got to go to cheer-leading practice, Daddy ... Maybe I'll see you later 
tonight, O.K.?!" 

Frustrated and disappointed, Tom watched Carol run into the living room to 
the closet, and from there he heard her getting into her boots and winter 
coat. 

"You have cheer-leader's practice this time of year?" he asked. 

"Sure Daddy ... can't get out of shape you know!" Carol called, rapidly 
heading toward the door. 

"I guess not," Tom said to himself, hearing the front door slam shut. All he 
could do was hope that she'd show up later that afternoon ... or barring 
that, that she'd come to the restaurant after the movie. It felt odd to have 
his daughter's life suddenly taken out of his hands ... it seemed somehow as 
though it should be just the other way around now ... but to his dismay, he 
realized that he would have very little say with Carol from then on. 

He went into the den and turned on the television set ... it looked as if he 
was going to be alone in the house for a while ... what with Jean still in 
bed ... and that no good brother of hers would no doubt sleep till all hours 
as usual. 

He sat watching the end of an evangelist's show. The man was telling him 
that he could be happy ... completely happy TODAY ... that it was all up to 
him. 

"Well," he thought miserably, turning the channel to a winter sports 
program, "That's just beyond me!" 

* * * 

Carol skipped out into the bright morning sunlight. The snow sparkled 
cheerfully about her, and she thought once more that winter was her favorite 
time of year. She was better at skiing and ice-skating than she was at the 
summertime sports like swimming, although she loved the beach. She recalled 
with pride having won the girls' open figure skating contest the year 
before, and having had her picture in all the local papers. 

She thought maybe she'd sneak back to the house later and get her ice-skates 
if Bud wanted to go down to the creek with her. She'd have to see what he 
felt like doing. They had agreed to meet early ... to spend the entire day 
together ... and Carol headed toward the park in the center of town where 
she and Bud had a special place that they considered theirs. 

The park was filled with sledding children and the duck ponds were all dried 
up. Carol went past the sledding slopes toward the more secluded rose 
garden. Mounds of snow covered the bare rose bushes and heavy boards covered 
the smiling statues that normally graced the area. Bud called to her before 
she spotted him and she saw him come out from behind one of the boarded up 
statues. She ran up to him and gleefully kissed him. 

"Oh Bud," she cried hugging him joyfully, "It seems so long since I've seen 
you ... so much has happened!" 

"I saw you just the other day...." Bud replied, "And what's happened?" he 
asked suspiciously. 

They started to walk. "Oh nothing really important ... what is important is 
that I'm out of the house and we can do anything we want!" 

"I have a surprise, Bud said, his heart pounding as it had all morning in 
anticipation of their meeting. 

"What? What is it?" 

"A car...." 

"A CAR? Whose car ... Oh, how wonderful!" 

"It's my brother's ... it's over there ... We can go out of town if you want 
... over toward the college maybe. You know my brother goes there, but he's 
home this weekend." 

"Oh let's!" Carol exclaimed, jumping up and down gleefully. 

The green car was the most wonderful thing she'd ever seen. She'd no idea 
that Bud even knew how to drive ... much less that there was any possibility 
of him getting hold of a car. Feeling very adult and recalling all the 
movies she'd seen where the young girl, looking carefree and beautiful, got 
into the car with her fianc' and they drove off in a cloud of dust. 

The Chevy rattled a great deal, but the two of them felt as thought they 
were being transported by winged horses. Bud drove with one hand when the 
roads were empty, holding onto Carol's hand as the scenery sped by. They 
were both consumed with a low burning fever, and each time he squeezed her 
hand, Carol thought she would faint. She could hardly wait until they 
reached a place where they could be alone ... really alone! 

They drove fifty miles northward towards the small college town where Bud's 
brother was a pre-med student. Carol didn't really care where they were 
going, just so long as they were on their way. She tucked her legs up under 
her and felt cozy snuggled beneath her seat belt. She wouldn't ordinarily 
have put it on, but Bud had insisted ... telling her how his older brother 
had had them installed in the old model Chevy at his own expense. Carol 
liked the way that Bud spoke about his brother, Paul ... it made her want to 
have a brother or a sister, too ... She made a mental note to speak to her 
mother and father about it and then turned on the car radio. 

It was almost 5:30 P.M. by the time they completed their tour of the college 
campus. They'd had a hamburger earlier and had watched a hockey game, 
pretending to be college students themselves. It was already starting to get 
dark when Bud asked Carol when she had to be home. 

"Whenever I say...." Carol answered, wondering why Bud had not yet suggested 
that they go off to some secluded spot. 

"Gee, that's great ... my parents are away for the weekend ... and Paul 
couldn't care less how late I stay out ... Do you want to have dinner or 
something?" His arm was around Carol, and he enjoyed the feel of her fuzzy 
coat, and the thought of her small slenderness slipping around inside the 
big coat set his mind to spinning. 

"I'm not hungry ... are you?" Carol asked significantly. They were sitting 
on a bench in front of the Science Building, watching other couples passing 
by. 

"NO!" Bud gulped, "I'm not. I ... uh, thought we might go look at my 
brother's room. In the dorm ... hardly anybody's there on the weekend, and 
we could be ... alone!" Although he wanted to be with her in the privacy of 
his brother's room, he felt uncontrollably nervous about it. Would he know 
what to do when the time came? Would he be able to do it? Would she like it? 
He had already worked himself up into a state about it, concentrating on 
nothing else the whole day. That was why he had put it off until now. Doubts 
and nagging thoughts of disaster plagued him now, as Carol gently led him to 
the direction of the dorm. 

It was silly, he told himself ... to be afraid now. After all, he had 
touched her before ... and she had touched him! But he had never really seen 
her without clothes! And what was more, they had never been alone long 
enough to do all the things he knew Carol wanted to do. Well, he wanted to 
do them, too ... but somehow he wished now that the whole thing was over, or 
that perhaps something would prevent them from actually having his brother's 
room to themselves, thus postponing what he was coming to look upon as a 
test of his manliness. He sensed that the outcome of his meeting would 
affect the way he looked upon himself for the rest of his life. He tried to 
recall everything he had ever heard about making love. That was all that the 
other guys ever talked about, screwing, but somehow when it came to the 
details, they were always vague and closed lipped about it. It was very 
frustrating and even terrifying not to know exactly what to do! 

His father had told him the 'facts of life' a few years ago and he 
remembered how disappointed he'd been with the information. What his mother 
had told him one morning, however, he'd found far more interesting. She'd 
said to him, out of the blue, before breakfast, "Whatever you do, son ... 
when you're grown-up, you must always be curious about women." His ears had 
perked up instantly, and he'd known immediately that what she was saying was 
not the ordinary type of advice he was used to getting. Then she'd added, 
"Curious about what pleases them and what doesn't." 

"Sure, Momma," he'd answered, letting the words sink in. He thought he 
didn't exactly know what she was talking about then, but it seemed that if 
he remembered the words, one day he'd really understand them. He thought 
about asking if his father was curious, but then he decided against it. He 
wanted his mother to say things like that to him again, and he didn't want 
to say anything that would make her think better of it. Better not to say 
anything at all. His silence had paid off a few days later when she'd told 
him, "Contrary to popular opinion, Buddy, all women are not the same ... 
remember that ... they're quite different!" 

Bud led Carol up three flights of stairs ... the elevator only worked during 
the week ... and then down a corridor and to the right and then they stood 
in front of room number 510. Bud knocked, silently hoping that Paul's 
roommate would have changed his plans for being off campus that weekend. But 
there was no answer, and Bud took out the key his brother had given him and 
unlocked the door. They entered on tiptoe, as though they were afraid of 
asking someone, but it soon became clear that the small room was vacant. 
There were two sloppily made beds, two desk and two windows. The bathroom 
was down the hall. 

Carol giggled when she saw the pictures of naked girls that plastered the 
walls. Bud blushed and tried to ignore them. Not knowing just what to do 
first, he sat on the bed that he knew was his brother's and bounced up and 
down testing the mattress. Carol plunked down beside him and did the same. 
She didn't know just why, but she too, felt unaccountably nervous. They sat 
side by side making inane conversation that neither one of them paid much 
attention to, both being preoccupied with the nearness of their bodies. 

"That's a really pretty dress," Bud said, running his finger along the 
fabric where it lay softly across Carol's legs. 

Carol took the opportunity to throw her arms around his neck, bringing her 
lips quickly to his. Electric jolts ran through Bud as Carol's tongue 
pressed into the confines of his mouth. Her hands pushed his arms around 
her, and they both fell back onto the bed, still embracing. 

It was already dark outside, the winter night having come quickly, and Carol 
and Bud soon lay in complete darkness. Bud felt his cock stiffening more 
with every second that passed and his whole body felt as though it had been 
plugged into an electric socket. He trembled out of nervousness and 
excitement, and tried desperately to undo Carol's dress at the back. 

"Here," Carol said, "let me do it ... it doesn't work that way!" 

"All right," he answered, feeling her pull away from him and sit up on the 
bed. She stood up and reaching back began to undo the clasp at the neck of 
the dress. Bud sat up part way and watched her, his eyes adjusting to the 
lack of light. 

She wriggled a little after undoing the clasp and the fabric fell from her 
shoulders and then down over her hips. Bud devoured her with his eyes. She 
was wearing a short chemise type slip under the dress and her legs were clad 
in tights. Bud watched, his lips dry and parched, eyes burning, as she 
pulled down the elastic of her panty hose, and stepped out of them. He could 
see that she wasn't wearing any panties, and his eyes were riveted to the 
small blond triangle at the base of her belly. She moved sinuously, 
tauntingly, her own glazed eyes returning his stare as she lifted the 
chemise from her body, taking it off over her head, revealing the wondrous 
sight of her pale nakedness. To Bud, her body seemed to glow in the dark, 
taking on an other worldly quality. Her taut breasts jutted out sweetly and 
her ribcage tapered down to the small still undeveloped hips. Her waist was 
almost miniscule and her thighs were long and perfectly shaped. Yet with all 
her loveliness presented in front of him, Bud couldn't tear his eyes from 
the mystical blond triangle between her thighs. It seemed impossible that he 
had ever touched her there, and yet he knew he had. 

"Do you like me, Bud," Carol asked, a small tremor in her tone. She was less 
sure of herself than she had thought she'd be. For some reason, this was 
different from anything she'd yet experienced. She didn't know why she was 
perspiring so heavily, or why she should suddenly feel so inexperienced. 
Perhaps it was because Bud was not an adult ... she thought. It would have 
been easier to handle either Uncle Bob or Daddy, even Mom in a way, than it 
was now with Bud. She tried not looking at him as he silently observed her. 

"You're beautiful!" he said at last, and Carol breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Aren't you going to take anything off?" she asked, almost timidly. Bud 
began to get out of his shirt and pants, flinging the discarded clothing 
away from him as he continued down to his jockey shorts and his undershirt. 
Finally he was completely naked. He saw Carol examining his body carefully 
and suddenly felt embarrassed. There certainly wasn't much for her to look 
at, he felt. But Carol seemed to feel differently, taking in the slender 
youth's well proportioned body, and the large boyish erection that rose from 
his groin. Realizing that her legs were trembling, and that she was cold, 
Carol suggested that they get beneath the covers and Bud coughed and pulled 
the rumpled sheets back climbing in first himself. 

THIS IS IT! he kept thinking, THIS IS IT! There's nothing I can do to get 
out of it now! But as Carol's soft warm body slid in next to him, everything 
took on a new dimension. They lay side by side for a few moments, nothing 
touching but their legs. Bud felt his youthful cock tighten as more blood 
surged into the expanding head. He wished that he were far away from her ... 
that he would always be able to remain a boy, with a boy's innocence, but he 
knew as surely as Carol's small hand had begun to creep along his leg that 
that was utterly impossible. 

"Oh, Bud," she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. He could feel the split 
of her legs pressing against his hipbone, rubbing a little against his skin. 
Then her hand was on his wildly erect penis, squeezing it tenderly, and he 
abandoned himself to the aching desire he'd been fighting. As her fingers 
moved up and down the shaft, Carol rubbed her moistening pussy up against 
him, beginning to moan softly to herself. Bud's prick jumped and twitched in 
her hand as he turned a little toward her, his legs intertwining with hers 
as he groped for her breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly, 
pulling at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until they were red and 
swollen. He kissed her so hard that Carol began to gasp for breath. 

"Oh God, Bud," she crooned, "Oh God!" She was bucking faster against him 
now, her hand pounding on his cock, slipping the foreskin up and down 
quickly. 

"JESUS," he groaned, "I want ... I want to be inside yuh!" 

"MMMMmmmnnngh Aaaaaaaaahhh!" Carol moaned and writhed against his hip and he 
could feel her cunt soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and 
he knew that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very thought 
of it almost made him cum himself, but he was able to stop himself just in 
time. Carol fell back in his arms, her passion momentarily drained, and Bud 
found himself turning slowly toward her, pushing her gently back, he 
whispered, almost to himself, "I want you so bad, Jesus, I want you!" 

There was little guesswork now, he knew what he had to do. With his legs he 
parted Carol's limp unresisting thighs. She was all softness as though her 
orgasm had taken everything out of her. Waves of lust traversed Bud's 
throbbing cock, as he placed it in between her legs. Searching in the pink 
ragged opening for her vagina, he positioned himself. 

"Jesus, she's wet," he thought, as the blunt tip of his penis slid a little 
to the side in the spread vee of Carol's pussy. 

Carol shivered under him, and suddenly he pushed ... hard ... and felt his 
straining penis pulsating all the way up into the heavenly shaft of her 
cunt. It sunk deeper and deeper, filling her waiting pussy with all of its 
hardness. Carol grunted and opened her legs to receive him. 

"OH CAROL!" he screamed, "OH YOU FEEL ... you feel so ... so!" words failed 
him as he fucked into her rhythmically, letting his pelvis smack against her 
groin each time as he drove into her. They began to move together spurred on 
by each other's cries. 

"Oh never stop ... never stop ... Oh I ... I love you ... keep it up ... 
don't stop ... it's wonderful ... oh your sweet cock ... oooooooohh!" 

The muscles and sinews of their young bodies were tightened to meet the 
demands of their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have backed away 
from the intensity of their lovemaking. 

Bud could feel himself cumming. It was starting somewhere behind him, coming 
toward him rapidly. His rock hard cock was immersed in softness and wetness 
and tightness and he was cumming! His cock stiffened and jerked and the 
white fluid started its projectile motion toward Carol's flaring womb. 
"AAAAAH!" 

When she felt the hard splashes squirting back against her cervix, Carol's 
orgasm was triggered, and while there seemed to be flashing colors all 
around her, she released her climax, meeting his in a head on collision that 
sent them both spiraling to the outer limits of ecstasy. 

As soon as Bud had cum, he knew he was going to have to cum again, and he 
started to move his limp penis about in Carol's sperm drenched vaginal 
tunnel. "I gotta do it to you again, honey," he said breathlessly. 

 CHAPTER 10 

"But she's never been out this late before!" Jean spoke into the phone. 
She'd felt compelled to call her husband at the restaurant when Carol hadn't 
called or returned home by 1:00 A.M. She'd been pacing up and down all 
evening anyway, but when the time had passed and still no Carol, Jean was on 
the verge of hysterics. 

Tom tried to hide the raw panic in his voice. "Oh God," he thought, "What's 
happened to her? God knows what's happened!" 

"I'm sure she'll be home soon...." he said, trying to sound reassuring. He 
looked at the clock in his office and said, "If she hasn't come home by two, 
call me!" he hung up abruptly to keep from breaking down on the phone. 

Jean replaced the receiver and ran up the stairs to her brother's room. 

Tom poured himself a glass of bourbon and drank it neat. He looked at the 
picture of Carol that he had on his desk and collapsed in sobs, convinced 
that he would never see her again. And he had the reassuring knowledge to 
live with that it was all his fault. Whatever happened to her was all his 
fault. 

He picked up the phone after having a sudden idea. Calling home, he wanted 
to tell Jean to call Bud's house. They ought to know where they'd gone at 
least ... The phone rang and rang and there was no answer.... 

"Now where in hell's name has she gone ... supposing it had been Carol 
calling ... that scatterbrained bitch!" He slammed the phone down and called 
information. Then, having gotten the number he wanted, he phoned Bud's 
house. No answer! Angrily he threw the phone across the room where it hit 
the wall and fell to the floor with a clatter. 

* * * 

"It's all our fault!" Jean screamed. "All our fault!" 

Bob sat up on the edge of his bed, suddenly cold sober. His sister was 
right, he thought, what was more, it was probably more his fault than 
anyone's! God knows what trouble the kid could have gotten herself into. 
Maybe she'd even schized out, what with all the action she'd been getting. 

"I'm going down to call the police ... she might have been in an accident 
... Oh God, I'll never forgive myself ... maybe someone's murdered her ... 
maybe ... OH God!" The horrible possibilities were endless. Jean ran first 
to her medicine cabinet and swallowed two Miltowns, and then she called the 
police. She found them most uncooperative. 

"Relax, lady ... you say she's thirteen? She's probably just out with her 
boyfriend ... maybe they fell asleep ... if you ah know what I mean? We get 
dozens o' calls like this every week! Well, give me the information any ... 
5' 2", blond hair, blue eyes ... say sounds like a real looker!" Jean was 
sobbing into the phone. "Hey, control yourself lady ... I tell you the kid 
more than likely is okay. What was she wearing when you last saw her? Uh huh 
... uh huh ... fine ... Listen, call us back if she's not in by morning, and 
then we'll see what we can do." 

Jean slammed the phone down and ran into the bathroom where she was sick for 
almost half an hour. When she came out and dialed her husband's number again 
with shaking hands, the line was busy. She hung up and as soon as she did 
the phone rang. 

"Who the hell have you been talking too?" Tom demanded. 

"I ... I was just trying to get you" Jean stammered into the phone, guilt 
gnawing at the loose edges of her mind. She watched her brother Bob coming 
down the steps as she relayed to Tom what the police had said. 

"I'm coming home," Tom said sadly. "I'll be there in a few minutes." 

When Tom drove up to the house, he noticed right away that every single 
light was on. With a dead feeling in his stomach like a heavy weight, he 
knew that Carol had not yet returned home. Nevertheless, when he entered the 
house, he looked about him quickly hoping against hope to see her. 

Jean and Bob were both standing in the middle of the living room. They had 
drinks in their hands but neither appeared drunk. They were too upset and on 
edge to get drunk. They hardly spoke to each other, each one lost in his own 
reverie of guilt and remorse. Tom held Jean against him, thinking of what 
she would do if she knew what he had done to their daughter, while Jean 
kissed him on the cheek in response, thinking the very same thing. 

Bob watched them disconsolately, thinking of shooting himself. Once, he 
said, "She's only thirteen, for crissakes!" 

The night went by slowly, and the threesome spent it calling every friend of 
Carol's who might have had a clue to her whereabouts, trying Bud's number 
again ... to no avail ... his brother Paul was out with his girlfriend and 
no one was at home. Then they would all be convinced that they were tying up 
the line and that Carol was trying to get through to call them to tell them 
about a flat tire ... or some innocent mishap that had prevented her from 
getting home. But as the time passed, and the morning approached they became 
more and more convinced that their worst fears had materialized. 

Jean was picking up the phone to call the police again. The last time she'd 
called, the officer had barely veiled his annoyance with her. She was 
dialing the first two digits when Bob shouted out something. 

"There she is!" he called from the living room, where he'd been standing 
looking out of the window. 

Tom and Jean rushed to the window and looked out. Carol was walking lightly 
up the walk, her suede fringed pocketbook swinging. And she looked radiantly 
happy. She was a little taken aback by the scene that greeted her return 
home. The three of them fell upon her, alternately cursing her and kissing 
her, in relief that she had returned home safe and sound. 

"Bud and I spent the night at the college...." she said, smiling at her 
distraught parents. "I didn't think you'd worry so ... I'm sorry, there 
wasn't any phone where we were ... and when we left we just drove straight 
here. I'll see you all later ... I'm still kind of sleepy," she continued, 
excusing herself. 

None of them dared say anything of what they felt, for fear of what Carol 
might say. There were too many secrets between them that she might betray. 
So they watched wearily as Carol skipped up the stairs toward her room. 

Tom called after her, "I'm coming up there to talk to you in a few minutes, 
young lady!" 

"Fine, Daddy ... I'll be waiting for you!" Carol called back. 

Within fifteen minutes they were face to face in Carol's room. Carol looked 
up at her father's angry face. She'd already thought everything out, and 
knew just what to do. "Daddy ... before you say anything would you let me do 
something to you ... something that Bud and I just worked out?" 

Tom started to say something, but Carol had already knelt down in front of 
him, and started pulling down his zipper. It made a small obscene noise, and 
then he felt her cool fingers, digging inside his shorts, searching out his 
cock. It didn't take her long to find it, since it immediately loomed to 
enormous proportions while its owner stood frozen by lust and indecision. 

"Your cock is so big, daddy ... much bigger than Bud's. Would you mind if I 
sucked it?" Without waiting for an answer, she took the whole enormous blunt 
end into her warm wet young mouth. Tom watched entranced as the top of his 
daughter's blond head began to bob up and down, and he felt his penis being 
engulfed beyond her full lips and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. A 
sensation like a whip snapping crashed through his body as Carol's saliva 
surrounded his cock, and she began to suck at his still hardened rod of 
flesh. 

"Ooooh!" he groaned, forgetting what a lewd picture they must make, as the 
blinding crescendo of lust swirled around inside him. His daughter's hands 
were quick and bird-like on his cock while her mouth plunged insistently on 
it, her tongue darting about along the spongy surface of the head to tease 
at the glans. 

Tom moaned above her, he had never felt anything I like this ... his baby 
girl sucking him off ... and sucking him good, by God! How could he have 
ever been angry with her ... how could he ever refuse her anything? 

She sucked him hard and long until he felt that she was trying to extract 
every bit of moisture from his cock, and as he watched her head moving up 
and down, every now and then he'd get a view of her face. 

"God, she's beautiful!" he realized. "A beautiful woman." His sweating palms 
tangled with her hair, and he moved her head back and forth on his penis, 
flicking his hips forward a little at the same time so that his long thick 
prick reached the very back of his daughter's throat. 

Carol sputtered a little, half-gagging, trying to strain her mouth open 
enough to accommodate her father's over-sized penis. 

"Oh shit!" Tom cried out...."OOOOOOOH!" 

Feeling that he was about to cum, Carol sucked even more, her head wobbling 
about, her mouth working at the smooth flesh of his penis, teeth nibbling 
gently at the sides, tongue flicking rapidly from side to side. 

And then it happened, waves of hot cum spurted into her mouth, running down 
her throat, filling and running down her throat until Carol thought she 
would choke! 

She struggled to swallow the hot liquid, and gulped it down, hungrily, as 
her father groaned above her, his hands tugging her hair. 

* * * 

Later that night she went to her mother's room after she knew that her 
father had gone out to the restaurant. 

Jean opened the door and cautiously admitted her daughter. She blushed 
frantically, thoroughly ashamed to look her daughter in the face. It was 
only when Carol threw her arms about her, that she felt that somehow 
everything would be all right again. 

Jean hugged her daughter's small body close to her, crying softly into the 
young girl's hair. "Oh honey, can you ever forgive me? Can I ever be a real 
mother to you again?" 

"Let's lie down, Mummy," Carol suggested, starting toward the bed. Jean 
followed her uncertainly, but pleased nonetheless that her daughter was at 
least still on friendly terms with her. 

Carol lay down herself, and beckoned her mother to lie down with her. "You 
look tired Mummy ... I want you to promise me never to worry again like you 
did last night!" Jean lay down and gratefully promised her daughter that she 
would try to worry less. When Carol clasped her around the waist, she 
thought at first that it was a very sweet gesture on her daughter's part to 
be so concerned for her, but then as Carol's hands continued downward toward 
her belly, she began to feel uncomfortable. The uneasy sensations she had 
enjoyed a few short nights ago were being recalled by her recently 
insatiable body. Tiny goose bumps stood out on her forehead as Carol's hand 
reached her pliant pubic vee and slipped beneath her short gown to plunge up 
into its moisture. "Ah!" Jean threw her head back, and then hugged Carol 
closer, she had started to push her away, but then the fingers sliding 
against her clitoris became alive, wriggling about in her tender flesh like 
small electric eels. Her cunt was on fire! Carol watched as her mother gave 
herself up to her lovemaking. Her mother's big breasts were crushed tight 
against hers and she could feel her heart pounding against her. 

"Oh Mother! You're lovely ... so lovely!" 

Unable to take it any more, Carol threw herself on top of her mother's 
writhing body, lifting up her nightgown as she did so. Quickly she found her 
mother's cunt with her own, and smashed the hardness of her pubic bone 
against Jean's wide spread slit, brushing brutally against the prickly 
clitoris. 

"OOooh Aaaaaah! UUUUUUUUGHHH!" Jean bounced up and down underneath her 
daughter's struggling form, picking them both up each time she lifted her 
crotch to meet Carol's. She was falling through space, her hungry pussy 
gladly accepting this bogus fucking from her daughter's wet greedily 
pounding cunt. The two women's juices melted together, their private 
genitals converging and bumping both harshly and sweetly together. Carol's 
tongue found her mother's and they kissed through their first climax, 
trembling to a shuddering stop in each other's arms. 

* * * 

When Carol left her mother's room, she went straight upstairs to the attic 
before returning to her room. She opened the door without knocking and found 
her Uncle Bob packing. 

"Hi, Uncle Bob!" she said, closing the door behind her. "Going somewhere?" 

Bob turned around to face his niece, his face blanching, "Yeah, honey, I'm 
cutting out!" 

"Do you want to fuck me first?" Carol asked bluntly. 

Bob thought about it a moment. "No, baby ... I think not ... I've already 
fucked you too much ... now you ought to fuck people your own age. I'm 
leaving town tonight ... and I don't expect to see you again until you make 
me a great uncle ... O.K. kid?" 

"Sure Uncle Bob ... Good luck anyway!" She kissed him lightly on the cheek 
and left the room. 

On her way downstairs she thought about how funny it was that Uncle Bob had 
said that about fucking people her own age. It was funny because that was 
the conclusion she herself had come to on the way back from the college with 
Bud. As a matter-of-fact she had told her mother and father just that ... 
separately, of course, when she'd had her final session with each of them. 
She'd told them regretfully that although she loved making love with them 
very much, she'd decided to be completely faithful to Bud now, since she was 
in love with him. Besides, it seemed much more normal, somehow! 

Her mother had looked at her strangely, and her father had taken it kind of 
hard, but she'd also put in a request for a baby brother or sister, and she 
expected them to get to work on that soon. 

Right now, she had to go finish up a True Romance comic she'd started 
earlier and then get ready for her date with Bud when she could get down to 
some real loving ... her pussy was already wet all over again, just thinking 
about it! 


THE END
