John Kellerman

Hot and naughty nieces

CHAPTER ONE

Annie was relieved when the sermon was over at last. She hadn't listened to a word of it. She'd been thinking of the odd dream she'd had early that morning. Just before her mother had awakened her. A dream that had become real as she'd struggled up out of the heavy sleep. And as the dream had become intermingled with the morning light streaming through her window Annie had experienced her first climax ever. She'd heard the girls at school whispering about such a thing for years. Now she knew what they meant. And it was more glorious and exciting than words could ever describe.

And as she'd sat on the hard pew and felt her cunt heat up she'd noticed Gil Blake in a pew across the aisle. He had smiled at her! Annie smiled back. Then they were walking out of the place together.

"Come on down to the basement," Gil said, grabbing her small hand. "I'll buy you a Coke."

"My mom'll be waiting for me. You know how my father is abou…" She stopped, embarrassed by the strict rules which she was forced to follow.

"Your mom will be grabbing out front for a little while," Gil said, pulling her towards the basement steps. "You've got time." Annie went with him to the recreation room. He lifted her onto the ping-pong table and went to punch some money into the Coke machine. Then he brought the bottle and put it in her hands. Annie didn't even have time to take a sip before Gil slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her lips against his. The kiss was like a charge of electricity. Her cunt seemed to expand against the dainty silk crotch of her panties and she knew that she was getting slick. She wiggled her hips as the kiss went on and on and on. She was breathless, panting through her nose when Gil finally let her go.

"God, you're pretty Annie."

"Why'd you kiss me like that?"

"Cause I wanted to." Gil took her in his arms and really kissed her this time. She felt his tongue teasing along her closed lips. Annie didn't know the first thing about kissing. But she opened her mouth slightly, letting his tongue sneak in.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, feeling the tingling excitement between the plump, pink lips of her pussy. It was the same kind of excitement she'd felt that morning when the dream had become so intense. Her breasts were glowing too, the nipples getting stiff against the cups of her training bra. She wasn't very big but lately her swells had begun to ache as they grew. And now with Gil kissing her like that she felt like she had the biggest tits in town.

"Ohhhhhh Gil, we shouldn't be doing this. What if someone came down?"

"Hell, the kids use this place for making out all the time." He picked up his Coke and swallowed some. "I'll even bet that a few local girls have been knocked up right over there on that sofa."

"Oh Gil, don't say such things." Annie felt her heart pounding. The white, lace frock she wore seemed so angelic when she was feeling something entirely different between the heated flesh of her thighs.

"When is your old man going to let you date?"

"Maybe never. He's kind of weird. Whenever I ask him about it he flies off the handle." She gave him a flirting look. "Anyway, what do you care? You've never asked me out."

"I've been wanting to. But everybody knows how your old man is." Gil pulled her down off the ping-pong table and slipped his arms around her tiny waist. Then she felt him bringing her forward, bringing her lithe, young body against his. She could feel the hard muscles of his thighs, the hard lump at his crotch. It pressed against the front of her dress, even touched her lower belly. She arched her back then, poking her pert bottom out to keep from being too obvious about what was going on. Gil seemed to go a little crazy when she did that. His palms slipped down the small of her back and curved out over each rounded cheek.

"Ohhhh, Gil… don't!" But his hands stayed. His fingers dug in a little, pressing her though the layers of clothing until a new and more bewitching sensation jolted through her loins. She let her face rest against his shoulder. She was breathing hard again. Her body seemed to be taking over. She knew that she shouldn't be hugging Gil down there in the church basement. But it felt so lovely. His mouth brushed her ear and electric thrills made her whimper. He tongued the dainty whorls of ear flesh and she put her slender arms around his body too. They hugged furiously as Gil kissed her mouth again. She wanted to actually rub her smoldering mound up and down against his thigh. He'd slipped his leg between hers now and the pressure was ecstatic. She was discovering things about herself that she'd never guessed. Energies were flowing, energies that she'd never experienced.

"Baby, you're so fine. Every guy in school wants to date you. But I want you more than any of them."

"You… w-w-want me?"

"You know what that means?"

"I think so," she whispered, feeling naughty for even thinking about such things. It meant that Gil wanted to make love to her! He wanted to undress her and kiss her all over her body. He wanted to rub her cunt until she was half out of her mind. Then he would put his cock…

"Oh Gil," she gasped, struggling to get away from his strong arms. "You'd better take me back upstairs. My mom will be hunting for me if you don't."

"One more kiss."

"Oh, well I…" His lips smothered her resistance. And as she squirmed her mouth hungrily against his fervid lips, she felt Gil's hand creeping down the back of her dress. She wanted to stop him. She knew that no girl let a guy get away with too much at first. But now his fingers were lightly petting the soft, blue-veined spot behind her knee. It made her feel so darned weak, so trembly and nice.

"Dhho-o-o-n't," she gasped, twisting her mouth to the side. Gil caught it again and this time she felt his tongue stab between her teeth. His fingers pressed and massaged the place behind her knee. She felt so weak, so wonderful. This strong guy was hugging and touching her in ways that made her remember the hot raging fever she'd experienced that very morning. But he was sliding up her thigh now, reaching under the white material of her Sunday dress.

"Gil, stop!"

"Annie, I'm crazy about you. I've got to see you more."

"But stop touching me!" She tried to grab his wrist but he twisted out of her grasp and eased his fingers up between her thighs. Though she had clamped them together, he was able to touch the silky patch that covered her cunt. The touch was like someone had jolted her with a hot wire. She shivered and pressed her body against his warmth. Her legs couldn't hold him out and she relaxed some and felt his hand slide back under her mound. When he brought the finger forward again, the panty silk went up into her crack.

"Uhhhnnnnnn, Gil! Ohhhhh Gil!" She was moving her hips now, unable to keep from rubbing back against the erotic caress. Her cunt was flooding. She'd never been so wet down there! Not even this morning when she'd awakened to find the sheet twisted up between her thighs as she went off like a skyrocket.

"You're really wet. Ohh Annie, you know what I'd love to do to you?" She thought he was going to say how bad he wanted to make love to her. But she wasn't ready for his next words. "I'd like to kiss you down there. I'd like to eat your…"

"Gil! Let me go! This instant!" She squirmed violently, trying to close her mind against the seductive sensations Gil was causing between her young thighs. But his finger had found the elastic edge of one panty leg now and he dug under it. As his touch opened her plump, throbbing mound she felt her knees going. She hung with both arms around his neck as the finger slid forward and back, forward and back. The soft, slick sound of him feeling her made her whimper.

"Gil, I can't think straight. I can't do anything either." She looked up at him with sex-dazed eyes. He kissed her mouth in reply, a bold, deep kiss that had her moaning through flared nostrils. His finger dug deeper along her dripping crevice. Then he was petting her clit and another burst of pleasure made her belly heave. Gently, ashamed of even that slight movement, Annie began to pump her bottom forward and back. The tension in the muscles of her ass seemed to intensify the rubbing friction that Gil was bringing to her tender clit nub. He knew just where to touch her alright! It made those shivery, radiant thrills go through her like tiny knives. It was kind of like what she'd felt that morning. Only better. Lots better. And getting better all the time.

"Annie, I want to come see you this weekend."

"Nhhhaaa," she gasped, unable to consider something so full of difficulty. She only wanted to experience the present moment to its fullest. Her body was going wild with the itchy pleasure. She felt she was flying away on a cloud. Flying away to paradise.

"Anni…"

"Ohhh Gil, ohhhhh darling!" She put her lips up again and he kissed her and she pumped her slim hips more frantically than ever. The slick juices from her cunt were mating things very wet down between her thighs. And a pungent, perfumey musk seemed to fill the air around them. Annie had forgotten all her hang-ups, all her shyness. She was being pulled along by the ravenous fires that burned within her. She could only concentrate on capturing that acute moment of ecstasy that Gil was leading her toward. She was free of all embarrassment and modesty now. Her willowy legs were planted wide as she gave Gil room to work his fingers under the slick nylon panty crotch. He gouged and petted her. He dug at the tender pink folds. He got her clit between thumb and finger and rolled it gingerly until she thought that her body might burst into flames.

"Yeah Annie," he whispered against her ear, "you're gonna come. Just keep working at it… working at it."

"Whhhhuuuhhh! Ohhh Gil!" She felt the teasing ecstasy as the spasms started. Her bottom plunged and danced. Her breath came in wild gasps like some animal caught in a thicket. She drooled against the shoulder of Gil's coat as his fingers enticed the licking flames of pleasure to the surface and then pushed her over the brink. "Yuuuuhhhnnn," she cried. "Ohhhhhh slut!"

Gil caught her as she sagged and almost went down. He continued to finger her feverish pussy as he leaned her back onto the ping-pong table. She lay across it, legs dangling as he pushed her white dress up and kept feeling her. The glorious convulsions made her writhe and buck, her ass bouncing on the hard surface. She could hear his fingers plying the slickened folds of her cunt and didn't care what he thought of her. The pleasure was too intense, too fantastic to ignore. When at last he eased his fingers out of her panties, she looked up at him with her big green eyes.

"Oh Gil, you must think I'm awful."

"I think you're wonderful." He put his cunt slickened fingers to his nose and drew in a breath. Then he smiled as if he'd inhaled the perfume of the angels. When he put the fingers in his mouth, Annie turned away with a blush.

"I'm weak as a kitten," she whimpered, trying to get up from the table. Gil helped her. There was the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. A boy yelped and bounded into the room. He gave Gil and Annie a quick look and headed for the Coke machine.

"Please Gil, help me upstairs. I don't think I can walk by myself." As she leaned against the curved support of his arm and started up out of the basement he continued to whisper to her.

"Your skin is so white. I'll bet it's white all over like that."

"I hope I'm not polka-dotted," she said, trying to laugh. She was dizzy. And a pleasant throb came from the depths of her pussy. She hoped no one could smell her. Gil had really stirred her juices up.

She stopped before they got to the landing and made him let go of her waist.

"Maybe we'd better go up separately."

"I'm not ashamed of being with you," Gil said. "I'm not sorry for what we did."

"It's not that and you know it. I just don't want any rumors getting back to my dad. If he knew I'd so much as held hands with a boy he'd bit the roof."

"When can I see you Annie?" Gil held her hand tightly, his eyes warm and full as he searched her face for the answer he wanted.

"I… I can't promise anything. I've got to work in the store next week."

"I'll come in and see you."

"Not while my dad is there!" she hissed. "You'd only make it hard for me Gil. Please don't come while Daddy's there." He leaned forward to brush her lips with his. The touch seemed to start up her fires again and she had to push him away. But her eyes were soft, yielding. She smiled and squeezed his hand. "I won't forget what happened just now."

"Oh God Annie, I'm half crazy just thinking about it." Gil tried to kiss her again but she turned and hurried up the steps to the lobby of the church. Outside her mother was talking to a friend. Annie went over to her.

"Thanks for waiting, Mom, I was playing ping-pong in the basement." The lie made her ears burn but her mother didn't question it at all. Annie saw her older sister standing alone by a tree. When Brenda looked at her she felt as if her sister saw exactly what had happened with Gil in the basement. But how could that be? She was just feeling guilty about it, that was all. Brenda smiled at her then and Annie turned away. God, maybe she did know! A sweat broke out on Annie's face. She felt a little sick. Would Brenda say anything to Dad? They were so tight with each other. Because Brenda had always gone along with father's restrictions. She'd never dated, never done anything to her looks to entice male admirers. Brenda was twenty-one now and had no boyfriends, no proposals for marriage, nothing.

When they got in the car Annie felt so odd. And Brenda kept looking at her. Not in a mean way really. Just curiously. Brenda looked so much older than she really was. Annie felt it was like having a prudish old aunt around instead of a sister. Brenda always put her blond hair up in a bun and never used any makeup. But then their mother disapproved of makeup. Annie cheated a little by putting the stuff on after she'd left the house.

"Nice service today," Annie said to her sister, hoping to break the strange mood she felt between them.

"It was boring as usual," Brenda said. Her eyes danced for a moment. Their mother was busy pulling out from the curb and hadn't heard. Annie didn't say anything else on the way home. But she was thinking plenty. Thinking about Gil Blake and how wonderful his hands had felt touching and loving her.

CHAPTER TWO

"You work so hard during the week," her father said, "that I certainly don't expect you to put in Sundays too." He dug the key to the store from his pocket and held it out. Brenda took it.

"There's some bookkeeping that needs catching up on," she said. "I don't mind really. I kind of enjoy it." She might have blushed a little from the lie she was telling but her father didn't notice. Brenda went out of the house, her heart pounding faster already. She looked forward to these Sundays she spent at the antique store her father ran. She had the place to herself. Her imagination could run free. And it always did.

Her hands were sweaty on the steering wheel as she drove the few dozen blocks to the part of town where her father's store had been located for the past ten years. He did a good business with the richer folks and a fast turnover of smaller items that the college crowd picked up on. Brenda parked and let herself in. With the light coming through the drawn shades, the store had a musty, mysterious feel to it. Brenda made a few adjustments at the desk in back so that it would appear she was actually working on the books. That was in case her father dropped in. He never did. But she trusted him no further than she could throw an antique bed.

With those details taken care of Brenda went to an old wind-up victrola and put on a scratchy record of a jazz band orchestra of the twenties. As the jumping rhythm came from the horn-shaped speaker, she began to do a slow dance in front of the biggest mirror in the store. She let her loose-fitting jeans slip down first, stepping out of them in time to the music. Then she unbuttoned her old shirt and tossed it away too. Her full breasts bounced in the cups of her bra. Tilting her hips one way and then the other, she hooked thumbs in the elastic of her panties and began to peel them down.

Now the feeling started. That buzzing, dazzling feeling that made her short of breath. And remembering what she'd seen in the basement of the church that morning seemed to intensify the sensations. Her young sister hadn't heard her creeping downstairs after them. Nor had Gil. They'd been too wound up in what they were doing. The thought of how that boy's hand had looked as it'd disappeared under Annie's white dress made Brenda tremble. No boy had ever touched her like that.

She swayed before the mirror, enjoying her reflection more than usual for some reason. Her panties made a funny sound as the crotchband came away from her cunt. Her bland curls were all plastered against her mound. She was wetter than usual, more excited than usual. She let her panties puddle at her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she reached behind her to get her bra loose. At this point she always felt the tingling excitement begin. But today she was panting harder than ever before. And her nipples seemed so firm and tender. She let the cups fall forward, the weight of her breasts forcing them off. The bra fell at her feet and she pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chest high. In the mirror she looked different somehow.

"Now the hair," she breathed, pulling the big bobby pins out. The blond curls tumbled free, waterfalling over her shoulders and down her back. One long hank tickled a breast and she didn't move it. "My sister actually let that guy feel her up. She let him put his hands all over her."

Brenda turned. She had no idea whether her body might be attractive to a man. She wasn't really very old. Her legs were long and well-proportioned. Her hips not overly wide but full enough to give her waist the appearance of being very small. Her bottom was firm and pleasantly rounded. And then there were her breasts. They could only be called large. Large but not sagging. The areolas were darker than the surrounding flesh and the nipples even darker than that. That was why she always wore baggy shirts. Because her father disapproved of her exhibiting herself in any way. And just to wear a well-fitting dress would be exhibiting her tits. They were big alright. And with her natural curviness, the delicate build of her shoulders and neck, her breasts seemed even more magnificent.

Completely naked except for a silver locket at her neck, Brenda strolled to the phonograph and turned the record over. She danced by the rack of old clothes now, her fingers brushing silky garments and velvet ones too. She chose a black lace gown and let it fall over her shoulders. Somehow wearing that made her feel even more naked than nakedness itself. She caressed the smooth swells of her ass as she turned before the mirror again. Her long blond hair was a striking contrast to the black lace. Her white ankles flashed sexily from under the hem. Again she thought of how it must have felt to her young sister to feel that boy's fingers against her cunt. Had Gil actually touched Annie? Flesh to flesh? The way Annie had been carrying on, Brenda guessed that he had.

"Mmmmm, wouldn't that be nice?" she sighed, letting a palm slide down her belly. She wasn't as flat-tummied as Annie. But her stomach had a plush, rounded shape to it that was firm underneath. Her navel was deep too and she pushed in the black silk where she knew the depression to be. Then her fingers dropped further until she could feel the crisp curls of her mound beneath the black satin gown. Her cunt gave off a steady heat. The lightest brush made shivers of pleasure go up and down her body.

Brenda tossed her long blond hair, noticing as she twirled again that it reached to the small of her back. Men liked long hair, didn't they? But she'd never let a man see hers like this. She wondered what a male would say to her if he saw the beauty of her golden locks. They certainly didn't waste time telling Annie how pretty she was. And Annie's brown hair reached only a little ways past her shoulders.

Brenda went to the big brass bed, the only one in the shop with a mattress. She rubbed herself against the rounded bedposts, loving the way it made her feel. She wrapped her legs around the cold metal, feeling it warm slowly as her blood pounded with ever-increasing excitement.

With her mound against the foot rail, she straddled it and gently began to pump her cunt against the rounded surface. The black gown was getting damp as it was pushed up between her plump, slick labia. But she could hide it and take it home to wash it later. Her father would never know she'd had an erotic adventure with it.

"Ohhhhh," she sighed, feeling the friction more intensely now. Her ass cheeks quivered and tightened as she let more of her weight down on the metal bar that ran across the foot of the bed. "Uhhh! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her hips plunging frantically as she felt the beginning of that tickle. The tickle which she would nurture and tease along until she was out of her mind with it.

Brenda flopped down across the mattress and pulled the black gown up to expose her pumping hips. She dug her fingers under the blond-furred lips of her mound and stretched them apart to enter herself. She'd forced a hole in her hymen years before. It was only big enough for her middle finger, but it was enough. Her cunt tightened on her knuckles as she forced deeper. She was breathing like a wildcat now, her big tits rising and falling as she fingerfucked herself with agonizing slowness.

"Whhuuuhh," she groaned, pretending that her own fingers were Gil's. Her legs opened and she stretched her toes out to make her calf muscles harden. Straining like that always got her hotter quicker. And she was getting very hot, very fast now.

"Mmmm, sooo good, soo darned good." She squirmed her ass against the bed. She knew she could make it as slow or quick as she wanted. She was trying to decide just which way when she heard the tap on the front door.

Brenda jerked her hand out of her pussy and sat bolt upright. She was holding her breath, trying to guess who it might be. The closed sign was hung and the shades drawn. Surely no one would know she was in there. Unless it was her father! She got up weakly and tip-toed towards the front of the door. Standing to one side of the window she could peek out without being seen. She sighed with relief when she saw her uncle standing there. His truck was parked at the curb, a big tarp drawn over the sideboards. He probably had a load of new items gathered from his recent excursion to the small mountain towns to the west of town.

"Brenda? You in there? Your dad said you'd be here to let me in." Wade jammed his hands in his jeans and studied the toes of his cowboy boo. Brenda couldn't make him wait or he'd think something was wrong and go get her dad. She acted then, unlocking the door and opening it for him. As Wade stepped into the stores, his eyes widened.

"God damn honey, I didn't even recognize you." He rubbed his curly hair. "That is you, isn't it Brenda?"

"I dress up sometimes when I'm all alone," she said blushing. "It makes the bookkeeping go a little faster somehow."

"Son of a bitch," Wade went on, shaking his head slowly as he walked beside her towards the back of the shop. Brenda liked Wade. He was nothing like his brother, her father. But father put up with him because Wade was such a good hustler of new antiques. He could procure things for the store that made other buyers green with envy. And he liked traveling around all over the country. But Brenda felt uneasy now. Wade's eyes were on the exposed tops of her breasts. She hadn't realized how low the lacey neckline plunged. The gown just barely covered her areolas and nipples. There was a whole lot of white titflesh swelled up there on her chest. And the only thing she knew to do to hide it was reach for her baggy shin. Wade caught her wrist as she tried to pull the shirt around her shoulders.

"No need to cover yourself up just because I dropped in," he said. "I've been driving for three days. Seeing a good-looking female does my heart good."

Brenda blushed furiously. "Oh Uncle Wade. I'm embarrassed letting you catch me like this. Daddy doesn't know I put on those old dresses."

"And I'll bet he'd have a hernia if he found out." Wade was still holding her wrist. Brenda kind of liked being held like that. But the funny look in her uncle's eyes made her tremble. "You smell good too. And to think that all these years you've been covering all this beauty up." He made a gesture as if to praise her long, plush body.

Wade let her wrist go but took her shoulders instead. She let him draw her towards him a little.

The record was in the groove at the end. Wade's eyes twinkled.

"You've been dancing a little too, haven't you?"