Karen sucked and sucked, and gradually she got used to it. She began to actually enjoy the fat sausage-like presence in her mouth, the salty taste of his juice. She found herself beginning to drool. There was something perversely exciting about sucking her nephew's prick.
"Go, baby, go," Mark panted. "Suck that meat… I'll give you something really nice to eat, Auntie, in just a second… Oh, man, YEAH…"
He hadn't meant to come, really. He wanted to get into her in the worst way. But her sucking was too fast, too hot, too delicious to resist. Well, he could ball her some other time. Mark relaxed and let himself go, whining as he felt the rush of jism from his swollen balls.
"UMPF," Karen gasped.
Suddenly her mouth was full of his come, a scalding rush of it. She had to swallow or choke. She gulped down load after load of the steamy sticky stuff before Mark's cock finally went limp and slipped from her mouth.
Karen leaped to her feet and began to dress. "I-I better get back upstairs," she said, blushing deeply. "Bill will wonder where I am."
Mark grinned evilly as he zipped his fly. "That's okay, Auntie," he said. "I won't tell. Not if you're very very nice to me from now on."
CHAPTER FIVE
After Karen and Mark went into the basement, Stacy began washing the dishes, but her mind wasn't on her work. It was on the tingling-hot sensation in her pussy. When she and Mark winked at each other, it was a signal that the plot was on – the plot to seduce their new parents. Now she was alone with Bill and eager to try it on with him.
He stood in the kitchen chatting with her while she washed the dishes. From the way his eyes ran furtively up and down her curvy little body, she figured she wouldn't have much trouble with him. She'd noticed the hungry way he'd looked at her ever since she came to live in this house.
She knew better than to be too bold or move too fast, however. Her aunt and uncle were very straight people, middle-class and inhibited. Bill was attracted to her, yes, but she knew he'd have qualms about actually getting it on with her.
"There," she sighed, rinsing the last dish, "that's done. Now I'll clean the house. Where do you keep the vacuum cleaner, Uncle Bill?"
He darted into motion, eager to please her. "It's in the hall closet, honey," he said. "I'll get it for you."
Stacy grinned behind his back. He was practically falling over himself to win her affection. He'd be an easy mark if she played it right. She knew she looked good to him. She was wearing skimpy shorts and halter, her ripe little figure blatantly revealed. She purposely wiggled her hips and butt as she walked, let her bra-less tits bounce freely.
"I'll start upstairs," she said. "Could you carry the vacuum for me, Uncle Bill?"
"Sure, honey," he said quickly.
She preceded him up the stairs, giving him a good view of her firm little ass, swinging it enticingly. She knew Mark would be keeping Karen busy in the basement. There was plenty of time.
Bill almost tripped on the stairs because he wasn't looking where he was going. His eyes were hungrily locked on his niece's cute little ass. The firm globes bounced and swayed in her tight shorts. Damn, oh, damn, how he wanted that teen…
It was out of the question, of course, he knew that. She was his adopted daughter, and she was only a teenager. No way in the world could he seduce her and still live with his conscience. But he could look, and he could dream…
"Let's start with my room," said Stacy.
He followed her into her bedroom, a prim virginal girl's room done in pink and white. On the narrow bed there was a big teddy bear. Bill felt like a dirty old man, having such lusty thoughts about her. She was only a child, probably didn't even know the facts of life yet.
He set down the vacuum cleaner, but Stacy didn't turn it on right away. She busied herself dusting, chatting with Bill, asking him about the neighborhood. He hardly heard his own replies. He couldn't stop looking at her, wanting her. She was a tiny girl, yet deliciously curvy, and he could well imagine how soft and warm and cuddly she'd be in bed…
Stacy didn't appear to look at him, but she was well aware of his mood. He keep gawking at her, her ass, and he unconsciously licked, his lips. She almost giggled with glee. He wanted her so badly, he was practically drooling, the poor fool.
She dusted for five minutes, then sighed deeply as if she were already tired out. She yawned and stretched, raising her arms high above her body, and her skinny halter rode up, showing the lusty round curves of her lower breasts.
Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed, and when she stretched, he almost fell off. He could see the whole lower half of her adorable little tits. He ached to touch them.
"Ohhh, I'm so tired for some reason," Stacy yawned.
"Well, take a break, honey," said Bill. "Come and sit down for a minute."
Stacy did so – but to his astonishment, she plumped herself right down on his lap.
Smiling affectionately, she slipped her arms round his neck and kissed his cheek. She scrunched her soft little butt around in his lap, getting comfortable, and incidentally rubbing his cock. Bill gawked at her, not knowing what to think.
"You're so nice to me, Uncle Bill," she purred, leaning against his chest. "I just love having you for a father."
Gingerly Bill slipped his arm around her waist, giving her what he hoped was a fatherly hug.
"Why, thank you, sweetheart," he said. "I like having you for a daughter, too. I hope you and Mark are going to be happy here."
Stacy absently trailed a fingertip down his cheek and neck. Her face was very close to his, and somehow all he could see was that sweet pouting red mouth of hers and the point of her little pink tongue. He almost shook, he was so excited.
"Oh, we love it here," said Stacy. "It's so much nicer than that crummy apartment we had with Mom. I mean, she worked hard to support us, but we were always broke. It wasn't easy."
"Poor kid," said Bill.
He squeezed her again, and under his fingers he felt the outside curve of her tit. Stacy purred and wiggled her saucy little butt in his lap. Damn it, he had to control himself or he was going to get a hard-on.
"You're so sweet, Uncle Bill," she sighed.
Before he knew it, she was kissing him, on the mouth this time, and he felt her slick little tongue tickling his tongue. It blew his mind completely. He moaned and licked her back, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She pressed her mouth harder on his and began to lick his tongue sensuously.
His cock went rigidly stiff.
Stacy felt it happen. Under her squirming little ass she felt is rising, hardening, growing into a long thick rigid pole. She creamed with lusty excitement, moistening the crotch of her shorts. She was going to have so much fun with her handsome uncle.
She broke the kiss and looked at him, smiling slightly. Bill blushed right down to his sneakers.
Jesus Christ, what was he doing? It was bad enough kissing her, putting his tongue in her mouth, but now he had a huge cock-stand. He wondered if she was aware of it. He prayed not.
"Uh, Stacy," he said nervously, "maybe we better get back to work. I'll help you if you like."
She grinned. "Uncle Bill," she said, "you're blushing. How come?"
He blushed even redder. "Why, uh, I don't know, honey," he said. "It's hot in here, I guess. Come on now, let's start that cleaning."
"Okay, Uncle Bill," she said obediently.
She pushed herself off his lap, and as she did so, she pressed her hot little hand down firmly on the big hard bulge of his crotch. Bill gasped, almost groaning in his excitement. Then, to his horror, he saw the girl looking wide-eyed at the grotesque swelling of his crotch.
"Why, Uncle Bill," she said innocently, "what's that? What's that big lump?"
She knew damn well what it was, of course. She simply enjoyed teasing him, like she did all those men she met at the movies.