Part 01.2
Time dissolved until a strong shaft of late morning sunlight snuck around the bedroom blinds, hitting my face. I tried to ignore it, but it penetrated my eyelids, and my body suddenly realized it was time to get up.
"Fuuuck," I groaned to myself, sitting up, stretching much like my Dad had done the night before. Listening to the muffled neighborhood noises outside, I looked around my bedroom, realizing how many childish things I had on the shelves and hanging on the walls.
None of this shit's making it to my dorm room.
I looked over to the electric Westclox on my nightstand and it displayed ten forty-four. Dad was at work. He disappeared around seven and nothing was seen or heard of him until five or six. Monday was Mom's bridge day, so she would be occupied until the afternoon. I sat on the edge of my bed, feet scrunching the deep-pile shag carpet, until I stood.
The off-white, laminated toilet seat felt cold against my ass and thighs as I let loose with a loud stream of urine, fingers working tangles out of my hair until I was done. I looked at the bathroom tiles, then the mirror on the wall and the white ceiling, the shadow of a leafy elm tree dancing across the far corner.
I debated on how well-rested I was at the moment. Sleep was saturated with sex dreams of Philip, and the previous day overall, incestuous revelations notwithstanding had been intense. I felt like some gnawed-up chew toy our neighbor's dog would leave us when he occasionally broke free of his backyard confines.
I pondered the day and the summer that lie ahead. Jesus, I was a high school graduate! After that achievement, I was going to take my goddamn time and go easy for a few days, especially today. Aside from prepping the transfer to college in August and helping Dad out at the office for the next couple of months to have some spending money, all I had to be was a teenage girl.
Woman, that is.
The moment I stepped back into the hallway, I looked to my left, to the door of the guest bedroom. This was Uncle Philip's day to return to his apartment in the city, about three hours drive away. The door was still closed, so naturally, I turned the knob, pushing it open a bit to still find him fast asleep, snoring to beat the band.
There was no way I could pass up this opportunity, the house empty of my parents, and a few hours to do as we pleased. Drawing to the edge of his bed, I gazed at his face and disheveled hair. As I may have mentioned, he wasn't excessively handsome, but still, that face had probably lured countless women into his bed.
The naughty side of me returned, and I slowly pulled the blankets back, careful not to wake him. He was bare-chested and I wondered if he had anything on below. I paused a moment when he stopped snoring, then continued to pull until the bedclothes were down to his waist. One more tug and I turned down the embroidered, white top cover and hunter-green cotton sheet.
Oh, yes!
It was then I discovered Philip slept in the raw and, to my surprise and delight, he was sporting a massive display of morning wood! That beautiful, proud, jutting pole had to be eight or nine inches, all thick and veined. That moment froze for me, just a bit, as I gazed at his manhood. Although I had seen it under a couple of layers of fabric last night and felt it, this was the first time I had marveled at my uncle's penis in its full glory.
Holy shit! I'm not sure if my pussy can take all of that, no matter how wet and lubed I may be.
I climbed up on the bed, my face drawing nearer to his cock, also relishing the sight of his hairy, swollen testicles. The weight of my body and its movement finally roused him.
"What's going on here?" He whispered, voice crusty with sleep, his eyes still closed.
"Damn, Uncle," I giggled like a little girl. "Can't keep a good man down."
"Oh..." With a start, his eyes popped open. Lifting his head, he looked down at me. "Where are your parents?"
"Dad's at work and Mom's at her bridge game." I reached out to squeeze his thigh. He jumped again, blinking his eyes. "Don't worry, they have a routine that never changes."
"Yeah, Meg." He looked at me, brow furrowed. "Famous last words."
I couldn't help but boldly grasp his hardness. He twitched under my touch, still trying to wake up and comprehend the situation, but didn't brush my hand away.
"This just needs some attention." By then, my hand was pumping away, forcing him to squirm and groan.
"Jesus, honey." He gripped the bedclothes. There was no doubt he was enjoying this sexy wake-up call. "So much for my shy, retiring niece."
"Yep." I grinned, eyes filled with mischief. "Now you have to deal with it."
The next moment, my mouth closed over his helmet. Philip pulled another pillow behind his shoulders so he could watch as his niece took him into her mouth. Words didn't spoil the moment as I gripped the base of his shaft, my head slowly undulating, taking more of his meat, inch by inch, fighting off my gag reflex, until it jutted down my throat.
"Goddamn, Meg." Again, with that look of disbelief on his face. "Goddamn!"
I snorted, eyes now hungry as I teetered on the edge of choking. This is by far the most cock I'd ever taken in my mouth, and I was very proud of my achievement. After some maneuvering, I was soon lunging up and down, slurping noises filling the room as he fought to keep still. Morning wood was resilient, but all that meant was it took a solid three minutes before he came.
My poor mouth was getting tired. His helmet was punching the back of my throat like a battering ram, but I persevered, so it was a blessing when his body went taut. He grabbed the back of my head, fighting to keep from bucking against my face, as gobs of fresh cum shot down my throat.
"Fuck...FUCK!!!" Was all he could say. I slowed, feeling him jerk and twitch inside me, the last of the semen oozing down my throat. An errant trickle escaped down my chin. I stopped moving but kept him in my mouth for several minutes until he was completely limp, and then I let it slip from my wet, glistening lips with a pop.
I snuggled up beside him, resting my head on his chest until his breathing returned to normal. We kissed aggressively like we did the previous evening, tongues plunging into each other's mouths in their dance of lust, and then Philip pulled away.
"Something I've been thinking about for a long time," he whispered.
Looking at his face, I wasn't sure what he meant, or what was about to transpire, making me anxious and apprehensive. I was acutely aware of what would happen if he injected his seed into my young, fertile body. Reading my thoughts, Philip spoke.
"You know what I want to do next, but I didn't bring any goddamn rubbers."
"You didn't plan this?"
He lay silent for a moment. I knew him well enough to tell he was choosing his words.
"I'm not going to lie to you, but I didn't think it would go this far."
"Well, glory be!" I tweaked one of his nipples, making him wince. "Your virginal little niece didn't play out your scenario like you expected."
"No, honey, not by a long shot." He smacked my thigh lovingly. I sighed, gazing into his dark eyes.
"And I'm not on the pill." I loved his chest hair and couldn't stop playing with it. "But I will be once I go to college." Philip smiled.
"Will there be a next time?" He cupped my face, rubbing his nose around mine before planting another kiss.
"Well, I don't know," I teased. "You know how fickle teenage girls can be."
"You bitch!" He smiled, teasing. "I'm your boyfriend now! Nobody else!"
"I belong to you?" I was half-serious.
"Meg, my love," he pulled me against his torso, his chin resting on the top of my head. "Stating the obvious, here, but you have a life to live, and I'll be there for you in any way I can, but I have to ask, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Honest and for true?" I couldn't stop nuzzling his wonderful chest hair. My lips brushed against a hard nipple. "You won't get weird on me?"
"C'mon."
I told him about Bill and Michael in thorough detail. To me, it felt cathartic, like I was going to confessional. Keeping my sex life a secret from my parents was difficult enough, but now I had to conceal this, incest with my uncle!
"That explains your talents," he said. "And to think I expected a totally innocent young woman."
"What, someone who would get all a-twitter? Someone who would be easy to control?"
"I was stupid, Meg. I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm not quite a sex-crazed slut." I needed another kiss and got one. Our lips and noses touched. "Not yet. I'm still a virgin."
"Jesus," Philip groaned, the look in his eyes telling all.
"Want to know why?"
"None of my business."
"But you're wondering, huh?"
"Of course." He squeezed my butt, leaving his hand there. "Saving yourself for the right person?"
"Something like that. I have my reasons."
"Ah, being the inscrutable female, eh?" He smacked my butt. "Now you're getting to be annoying, young lady."
"Tough shit, Unc." I giggled, kissing him all over his face, neck, and shoulders. I wanted to take a nipple in my mouth, something Michael liked especially, but refrained. "You started this."
"I think I need to straighten you out, you little tease."
"God, I hope so."
Brusquely, Philip grabbed me around the waist, forcing a gasp. My pussy throbbed as he rolled me on my back. Dad's old shirt was pushed up around my neck, exposing everything I had.
"Nice tits," he nodded, eyes scanning my nakedness. "Where did those come from?"
"I'll never tell, Uncle."
"Goddamn, Meg, just..." he heaved a big, adoring sigh. "Just wow!" He leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth.
"Ohhh, yesss!" My voice quivered as I nursed him, running my fingers through his hair as those delicious sparks again traveled from my nipple to my clit. "Suck my tits...harder!"
He moaned, soon switching to the other nipple, creating more fresh sparks. By then, I was squirming like a bucket of worms, my pussy literally dripping onto the sheets. He sensed my insane need and, taking his time, started kissing down my torso, past my navel, down to my bush.
"I Love a well-groomed woman," he murmured, looking up to match my gaze. Next thing I knew, he was nuzzling my silky fur.
It wasn't the first time, by far, that I had my pussy eaten, but no surprise, Philip was a master.
"Oh, my fucking god!" My voice quivered, ass lifting off the bed for a second as he burrowed into my orifice. Another minute, and his expert mouth was making it sing like no one else had. He even managed to look up into my eyes again, over my pubic mound, as I gaped back at him, my face conveying the sheer oral pleasure he was giving me.
He took his time. My god, he took his sweet, fucking time, my dear uncle. A concentrated round of tongue-flicks across my swollen clit sent me over. It was his turn to have his head grasped as I humped against his mouth, writhing, gyrating, as it came and came. Heavens above, it felt as if my insides were gushing out with sweet release! And Philip lapped it all up. I couldn't help but weep with joy and gratitude, a woman well-loved and totally satisfied. We kissed some more as he shared with me the taste of my pussy.
Then there was silence as we held each other, skin adhering from perspiration. A heavy truck roared in the distance. Birds chirped outside my window, their joyful sound reflecting what I felt in my heart and soul at the moment. Inhaling, I reveled in the musky odor of his body.
"I need to shower off and get the fuck out of here before your mother comes home."
"Alas, yes," I sighed, feeling a twinge of sadness.
"If she caught us like this, my life would be over."
"Probably." My face pressed against his skin.
"You'd get a reaming out, but I would be dead."
"I wouldn't like either one of those things."
"She never liked me."
"I know." Giggling, I leaned over and kissed his nipple, tugging it with my teeth.
"Hey, now." Something told me he wouldn't reject a young woman's mouth on his breast.
I looked down at his cock, and couldn't believe it was hard again, its noble mass gently swaying back and forth like a flagpole responding to a stiff summer breeze, and goddammit if my pussy wasn't wet and ready! I couldn't help but squirm. I needed sex, but the clock was ticking. Philip sensed my condition.
"God, we're still horny. How are we going to make it through the summer?"
"We'll manage." Frowning, I didn't like what I was saying, but it was the truth. I couldn't think of any ruse to escape my parents long enough to get together with Philip. Looking at the clock, I estimated Mom would be back from her bridge game and lunch in about an hour and a half. Pulling away from my uncle's embrace, I rose to my knees.
"Let's try this," I said.
Philip watched as I lifted the tee shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor. Now we were both completely nude.
"Lie flat," I instructed, and he obeyed, his cock still jutting straight up. I took a second to marvel at his endowment.
Goddamn, Unc.
"What are..." he started, but I interrupted him.
"Listen to me carefully." I pointed a slender finger at him. "If you try to put your cock inside me, I'll scream, I swear!"
"Yes, yes, understood," He nodded, eyes wide, surprised by my sudden, serious demeanor.
"Goddammit if I get pregnant and have to deal with that shit, now lie still." I sounded like a bitch at that point, but didn't want to worry about my roguish uncle having a little "accident". I wanted to make absolutely sure he understood.
Again, he nodded, hands to his sides, watching me. Still on my knees, I straddled his body, moving forward, positioning myself until my pussy hovered over his swollen, purple helmet. He took a deep breath as I grasped his cock, maneuvering my body until the tip made contact with my clit.
"Relax, Uncle." I leaned over him, tits close to his chest. My hair hung down around his face. "I know what I'm doing."
"No doubt." He couldn't stop staring into my eyes.
The fact that his cock was much longer than I was accustomed to made it perfect for what I had in mind. Gently, I began sliding my pussy up and down the length of his shaft, my clit being the main point of contact, closing my eyes as a familiar pleasure overtook me. Philip couldn't help but sigh, not only from the sensation but from watching his teenage niece's body undulating in such an indescribably sexy way, her face conveying total bliss.
"Fuck, yeah," I hissed, eyes opening. "Don't move."
"I'm not, Meg. Ohhh..."
I giggled, my clit on fire as it moved across his slick, veined shaft. As my body moved, hips gyrating perfectly, I felt Philip's hands caressing me, almost like a butterfly landing on a leaf, barely perceptible. I felt his fingertips pass down my shoulders, past my shoulder blades, down the curve of my back to the swell of my ass. There his hands remained, not interfering with my movement, but luxuriating in the feel of smooth, young skin.
I nodded, keeping perfect rhythm in my movement, the sensation in my pussy starting to swell. Philip nodded again, confirming his pleasure was matching mine.
"I know what you're thinking, Unc," I smirked as my body kept on moving. "Meg, I'll pull out before I come. I will! But I graduated with two of my friends wearing maternity dresses under their gowns, all because some fucker convinced them that was safe."
"I'd never say that."
"Wouldn't you?"
Philip didn't respond. We were both distracted by the obvious. The slow build was reaching the point where we couldn't help but wince and pant. God, don't get me wrong, I wanted his cock deep inside me at that moment, and it was so tempting, but I held strong.
Patience and control. Don't give in. There's plenty of time for that later.
The slow train had arrived at its station.
"Philip?" My heart was in my throat.
"Yes, love?" His body was again stiff as his fists clenched at the bedclothes, trying not to move, trying not to fuck his niece on the brink of orgasm.
Throwing my head back, I let out a loud groan as it came and came.
Goddamn, yes!
"Fuck! Fuuuuck!" I yelped, fluids spritzing across Philip's chest and stomach as sharp jabs of ecstasy wracked my body. I lunged forward to take his nipple in my mouth.
"Goddamn, Meg!" He snarled, pressing against my mouth. I released it for just a moment.
"You need to come, too!" Then my mouth returned to his hard-tipped bud. Now it was the uncle nursing his niece as she rode the climax. No surprise what came next, literally!
"Fuck, Meg," his body started bucking, and I fought to keep my clit against his pulsing shaft. "Fuck, yeah, coming...COMING!!!"
"Yes...YES!" I couldn't help but marvel as thick ropes of cum shot from the tip of his cock, white streaks landing in the same place as my fluids, both of them comingling.
For a moment, we reached that point where no coherent words came from our mouths, only animal jabbering and grunts as both of us rode down our mutual orgasms. A minute later, I fell to the bed, rolling on my back.
As we tried to control our breathing, I looked at the clock again.
Time's a-wasting.
Leaning over, I proceeded to lick the cum and juices from my uncle's torso. With all that hair, it wasn't easy, but I did it in just a few minutes, finishing by fellating him just enough to draw any errant drops of semen from inside. Words eluded him, only gasps and groans in the aftermath.
As much as I wanted to laze some more with him on that beautiful Monday morning, I thought of Mom and the risk we were taking and, as each minute passed, the odds were turning against us. With great reluctance, I hopped up.
"Philip, let's get in the shower." I paused a few seconds, and when he didn't respond, I added, and quite loudly, "NOW!"
He understood, waking from his post-orgasmic stupor, and we showered off together. Despite the time crunch looming over our heads, we managed a little sex play, washing each other, luxuriating in the warm spray of water and steam. We both dressed in record time.
"Goodbye, Philip," I smiled, giving him a big hug and lingering kiss, keeping an eye on the door on the far side of the kitchen that led to the garage, the one we all used when returning home. "Until next time."
Philip didn't respond but set his suitcase down and grabbed me, forcing a gasp. His eyes burrowing into mine, he gave me another kiss, but this one was rough and penetrating. It startled me for a moment, but goddammit if my pussy didn't blaze up again from his aggressive touch.
Son of a bitch!
It was times like this I knew I had to fight to keep control of him if that was possible, otherwise I would be lost. Perhaps it was too late, but at that moment, I didn't care. Despite the women's liberation movement and my air of independence, it was so frustrating how easily I wanted to be controlled at times, to be taken and, yes, perhaps misused and abused.
God, am I a fucking slut, or what?
I managed to regain my composure for a moment. "Next time," I whispered against his lips.
"Next time?"
"When I'm out of the house." My face went to his chest, wishing it was still bare. "You must learn patience."
"But..."
"No 'buts', Philip," I said, mustering my resolve. "Go fuck your usual suspects until I'm ready for you."
"Goddamn." He stared at me, shaking his head in astonishment. He may end up dominating me in the end, but it would be a colossal struggle.
Next thing I knew, the front door closed and I stood at the living room picture window, void of expression, as he slammed the Seville's trunk lid before rumbling away. The grandfather clock chimed once, jolting me out of my blissful reverie. My brain spun into high gear. What evidence of illicit sex Philip and I created needed to be eliminated.
Inspecting myself in the bedroom mirror, I was clean. The odor of sex had been washed from my body, but my hair was still wet and messy. Another thought popped into my head.
Oh, fuck! The bedding in Philip's room!
It smelled like a whorehouse in summer in there, so I opened all the windows, turning on the floor fan in the corner to encourage fresh air circulation. I grabbed the bedclothes, trying not to let them press against me, lest the odors rub off.
I stuffed the sheets and pillowcases into the Maytag and got them going. I glanced around the bedroom, trying to think of anything that I missed. Thankfully, our morning encounter had been limited to the bed. I sniffed over the top cover and blanket until I was satisfied they smelled acceptable. As I dried my hair with a big, white towel, I heard the kitchen door slam, then a voice.
"Hello, honey." Mom poked her head in. "How are you today?"
"Recovering," I smiled.
"As you should." She stepped up behind me, looking at my face in the mirror, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Get some peaceful time for yourself."
I nodded, tossing the towel on the bed, placing my hand over hers.
"You're doing laundry?" She asked. "I could've done that."
"Thought I'd give you a little help for once."
"Thank you." She looked to the window. "Philip's gone, I assume?"
"Yep."
"Good."
She patted my shoulder and walked away, saying to herself "Good riddance" as she passed the bedroom door. I combed out my hair before joining Mom in the kitchen where she was planning the evening meal. I started a short pot of coffee before sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter as she bent over to extract a pot and pan, then a Pyrex casserole dish, from a low cabinet.
"What shall we have?" Her voice emanated from inside the fridge as she poked through last night's leftovers. "What do you want?"
"I'm easy to please, you know that." I fidgeted with my fingernails. They needed to be trimmed and I briefly thought of clawing Philip's strong back as he pumped away between my open thighs. "As long as there's no Rice-A-Roni involved."
"Not tonight, dear. I was thinking of pork chops and..." she studied the side of a small box of macaroni and cheese. "This."
"Mom, you don't like Philip, do you?"
She puttered in the pantry for a minute before answering. Finally, she looked at me. I noticed her hands were gripping the edge of the yellow Formica counter. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, you've always been cool and dismissive of him." I rested my chin in the palm of my hand, my elbow on the counter. The coffee maker throttled in the background, indicating my brew was ready. I slipped off the stool to grab a mug from a row of them, all hanging on hooks under the upper cabinet. "It's not hard to miss. What has he done?"
Mom wiped her hands on a red-striped dish towel, although she had no reason to. "I don't like talking bad about Philip in front of your father, but..." She clutched the towel in her hands. I could see her knuckles turning white. "Your uncle isn't the most upright character, not like Don."
"Okay." I shrugged, pouring coffee into a flowered mug, adding a sugar cube. Mom retrieved a small carton of Half-and-Half from the fridge as I found a spoon. "So he's kind of shady."
"Meg, honey." Mom let out a big sigh. "Don't let your father know I told you this. He's very protective of his brother, but you're eighteen now, so you might as well know."
"Know what?" Oh, the drama as I stirred and sipped my coffee!
It was now Mom who was fidgeting. I could see color rising in her cheeks as she looked away.
"The way your uncle makes a living, the reason he has a nice car, nice clothes, and everything." She looked at me, face serious. "He's a pornographer."
Before I could stop it, I snickered, putting my hand to my mouth. "Oh, my!"
"Stuff like blue movies and candid photography, or whatever they call it now." Mom returned to puttering.
"So Uncle Philip is a porn king?" I said, amused. "He must be good at it. That Cadillac must have cost him the farm!"
"Oh, Jesus, Meg." Mom stopped to look at me again. "I know I'm probably making more of this than I should, but you just had to know. I wanted you to know why I treat him the way I do."
"That's okay, Mom. I understand."
And how!
The day progressed, and I couldn't help but obsess over the revelation regarding Philip. I spent several hours on the living room sofa, the same sofa where Philip and I shared orgasms just the night before, knees drawn up to my breasts as I watched a string of soap operas.
I had to get Dad's side of the story, but how? I didn't want him to be angry at Mom for revealing Philips's secret. A few days passed and I was thoroughly bored. Hanging out with my friends didn't seem so appealing at the moment, so I started going to the office with my father.
Dad was quite successful as an insurance agent, working out of a suite of rooms in a grand, Art Deco-style office building downtown. I had to get up early to be ready when he left. Riding shotgun in his beige Delta 88, I had the presence of mind to appreciate this time with my father, and to relish circumstances that would probably never happen again. His secretary would arrive around eight, and the appointments began at nine. I kept busy filing documents, typing up letters, or just putting stamps on envelopes. He usually took a major client to lunch every day, so I brown-bagged it or took the elevator down to the Rexall to grab a sandwich and a Coke. I was a couple of weeks into this arrangement when I worked up the courage to talk to Dad about Uncle Philip.
"It was nice to have Philip come to my graduation." I fidgeted with the chrome buckle on my lap belt as Dad piloted the Oldsmobile home that Tuesday evening. "I wish he would visit more often. He's an interesting guy."
"He's a very smart man and good at what he does." Dad kept his eye on the traffic light, waiting for it to turn green.
"Why isn't he married? He probably doesn't have any trouble attracting women."
My father glanced over to me, eyebrow raised. Perhaps his little girl suggesting her uncle was good-looking took him off guard?
"Oh, Philip is a free spirit, whatever that means," Dad said. "Some people choose not to have children, and that's all right, even revolutionary, I might add." He pushed the dashboard lighter in, fishing a cigarette out of a pack in his shirt pocket, and placing it between his lips. The next moment, the lighter popped out. Dad plucked it out of its socket, putting the glowing coil to the tip of his Tareyton, taking a draw. I always disliked his smoking, but said nothing, rolling down my window to let the warm breeze blow on my face.
"On the other hand, he doesn't experience the joy of having a beautiful, brilliant young daughter like you."
"Oh, Dad." Embarrassed, I rolled my eyes. I kept silent for a couple of stoplights but had to press forward. "What does Philip do for a living?"
Dad blew a plume of smoke from his lungs. "Oh, he's a businessman."
I wouldn't be satisfied with that old answer. "What kind of business is he in?"
Dad kept silent for a moment then, as if he had no choice, continued. "Well, if you must know..."
Of course, he gave me the answer I sought and swore me to secrecy, saying Mom must never know about our conversation. To my disappointment, he didn't reveal anything new, but there was no doubt he didn't view Philip's profession with the same scorn as my mother.
"I'll never tell, but..." I looked askance at my father. "How old do I have to be before I'm considered to be an adult in this household?"
"Just to be clear, darling," He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. "The less we talk about Philip around your mother, the better. Just let that sleeping dog lie, okay?"
"Understood, Dad." Guess I'd have to find out more about my uncle the porn king on my own. He reached over, putting a fatherly hand on my knee.
"You know we're going to miss the hell out of you when you're at college. I hope we can enjoy this summer because it's going to go by way too fast."
I put my hand over his, radiating from the love he expressed for me at the moment.
"Yes, Dad, it will." All the while, my mind was already at the state college, about a five-hour drive from our home, on the other side of the state. I also wondered when I'd speak to or see my Uncle Philip again. Dad released my knee, pushing his thick, horn-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"Now, Meg, I wonder what your mother made us for dinner?"
"Fuuuck," I groaned to myself, sitting up, stretching much like my Dad had done the night before. Listening to the muffled neighborhood noises outside, I looked around my bedroom, realizing how many childish things I had on the shelves and hanging on the walls.
None of this shit's making it to my dorm room.
I looked over to the electric Westclox on my nightstand and it displayed ten forty-four. Dad was at work. He disappeared around seven and nothing was seen or heard of him until five or six. Monday was Mom's bridge day, so she would be occupied until the afternoon. I sat on the edge of my bed, feet scrunching the deep-pile shag carpet, until I stood.
The off-white, laminated toilet seat felt cold against my ass and thighs as I let loose with a loud stream of urine, fingers working tangles out of my hair until I was done. I looked at the bathroom tiles, then the mirror on the wall and the white ceiling, the shadow of a leafy elm tree dancing across the far corner.
I debated on how well-rested I was at the moment. Sleep was saturated with sex dreams of Philip, and the previous day overall, incestuous revelations notwithstanding had been intense. I felt like some gnawed-up chew toy our neighbor's dog would leave us when he occasionally broke free of his backyard confines.
I pondered the day and the summer that lie ahead. Jesus, I was a high school graduate! After that achievement, I was going to take my goddamn time and go easy for a few days, especially today. Aside from prepping the transfer to college in August and helping Dad out at the office for the next couple of months to have some spending money, all I had to be was a teenage girl.
Woman, that is.
The moment I stepped back into the hallway, I looked to my left, to the door of the guest bedroom. This was Uncle Philip's day to return to his apartment in the city, about three hours drive away. The door was still closed, so naturally, I turned the knob, pushing it open a bit to still find him fast asleep, snoring to beat the band.
There was no way I could pass up this opportunity, the house empty of my parents, and a few hours to do as we pleased. Drawing to the edge of his bed, I gazed at his face and disheveled hair. As I may have mentioned, he wasn't excessively handsome, but still, that face had probably lured countless women into his bed.
The naughty side of me returned, and I slowly pulled the blankets back, careful not to wake him. He was bare-chested and I wondered if he had anything on below. I paused a moment when he stopped snoring, then continued to pull until the bedclothes were down to his waist. One more tug and I turned down the embroidered, white top cover and hunter-green cotton sheet.
Oh, yes!
It was then I discovered Philip slept in the raw and, to my surprise and delight, he was sporting a massive display of morning wood! That beautiful, proud, jutting pole had to be eight or nine inches, all thick and veined. That moment froze for me, just a bit, as I gazed at his manhood. Although I had seen it under a couple of layers of fabric last night and felt it, this was the first time I had marveled at my uncle's penis in its full glory.
Holy shit! I'm not sure if my pussy can take all of that, no matter how wet and lubed I may be.
I climbed up on the bed, my face drawing nearer to his cock, also relishing the sight of his hairy, swollen testicles. The weight of my body and its movement finally roused him.
"What's going on here?" He whispered, voice crusty with sleep, his eyes still closed.
"Damn, Uncle," I giggled like a little girl. "Can't keep a good man down."
"Oh..." With a start, his eyes popped open. Lifting his head, he looked down at me. "Where are your parents?"
"Dad's at work and Mom's at her bridge game." I reached out to squeeze his thigh. He jumped again, blinking his eyes. "Don't worry, they have a routine that never changes."
"Yeah, Meg." He looked at me, brow furrowed. "Famous last words."
I couldn't help but boldly grasp his hardness. He twitched under my touch, still trying to wake up and comprehend the situation, but didn't brush my hand away.
"This just needs some attention." By then, my hand was pumping away, forcing him to squirm and groan.
"Jesus, honey." He gripped the bedclothes. There was no doubt he was enjoying this sexy wake-up call. "So much for my shy, retiring niece."
"Yep." I grinned, eyes filled with mischief. "Now you have to deal with it."
The next moment, my mouth closed over his helmet. Philip pulled another pillow behind his shoulders so he could watch as his niece took him into her mouth. Words didn't spoil the moment as I gripped the base of his shaft, my head slowly undulating, taking more of his meat, inch by inch, fighting off my gag reflex, until it jutted down my throat.
"Goddamn, Meg." Again, with that look of disbelief on his face. "Goddamn!"
I snorted, eyes now hungry as I teetered on the edge of choking. This is by far the most cock I'd ever taken in my mouth, and I was very proud of my achievement. After some maneuvering, I was soon lunging up and down, slurping noises filling the room as he fought to keep still. Morning wood was resilient, but all that meant was it took a solid three minutes before he came.
My poor mouth was getting tired. His helmet was punching the back of my throat like a battering ram, but I persevered, so it was a blessing when his body went taut. He grabbed the back of my head, fighting to keep from bucking against my face, as gobs of fresh cum shot down my throat.
"Fuck...FUCK!!!" Was all he could say. I slowed, feeling him jerk and twitch inside me, the last of the semen oozing down my throat. An errant trickle escaped down my chin. I stopped moving but kept him in my mouth for several minutes until he was completely limp, and then I let it slip from my wet, glistening lips with a pop.
I snuggled up beside him, resting my head on his chest until his breathing returned to normal. We kissed aggressively like we did the previous evening, tongues plunging into each other's mouths in their dance of lust, and then Philip pulled away.
"Something I've been thinking about for a long time," he whispered.
Looking at his face, I wasn't sure what he meant, or what was about to transpire, making me anxious and apprehensive. I was acutely aware of what would happen if he injected his seed into my young, fertile body. Reading my thoughts, Philip spoke.
"You know what I want to do next, but I didn't bring any goddamn rubbers."
"You didn't plan this?"
He lay silent for a moment. I knew him well enough to tell he was choosing his words.
"I'm not going to lie to you, but I didn't think it would go this far."
"Well, glory be!" I tweaked one of his nipples, making him wince. "Your virginal little niece didn't play out your scenario like you expected."
"No, honey, not by a long shot." He smacked my thigh lovingly. I sighed, gazing into his dark eyes.
"And I'm not on the pill." I loved his chest hair and couldn't stop playing with it. "But I will be once I go to college." Philip smiled.
"Will there be a next time?" He cupped my face, rubbing his nose around mine before planting another kiss.
"Well, I don't know," I teased. "You know how fickle teenage girls can be."
"You bitch!" He smiled, teasing. "I'm your boyfriend now! Nobody else!"
"I belong to you?" I was half-serious.
"Meg, my love," he pulled me against his torso, his chin resting on the top of my head. "Stating the obvious, here, but you have a life to live, and I'll be there for you in any way I can, but I have to ask, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Honest and for true?" I couldn't stop nuzzling his wonderful chest hair. My lips brushed against a hard nipple. "You won't get weird on me?"
"C'mon."
I told him about Bill and Michael in thorough detail. To me, it felt cathartic, like I was going to confessional. Keeping my sex life a secret from my parents was difficult enough, but now I had to conceal this, incest with my uncle!
"That explains your talents," he said. "And to think I expected a totally innocent young woman."
"What, someone who would get all a-twitter? Someone who would be easy to control?"
"I was stupid, Meg. I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm not quite a sex-crazed slut." I needed another kiss and got one. Our lips and noses touched. "Not yet. I'm still a virgin."
"Jesus," Philip groaned, the look in his eyes telling all.
"Want to know why?"
"None of my business."
"But you're wondering, huh?"
"Of course." He squeezed my butt, leaving his hand there. "Saving yourself for the right person?"
"Something like that. I have my reasons."
"Ah, being the inscrutable female, eh?" He smacked my butt. "Now you're getting to be annoying, young lady."
"Tough shit, Unc." I giggled, kissing him all over his face, neck, and shoulders. I wanted to take a nipple in my mouth, something Michael liked especially, but refrained. "You started this."
"I think I need to straighten you out, you little tease."
"God, I hope so."
Brusquely, Philip grabbed me around the waist, forcing a gasp. My pussy throbbed as he rolled me on my back. Dad's old shirt was pushed up around my neck, exposing everything I had.
"Nice tits," he nodded, eyes scanning my nakedness. "Where did those come from?"
"I'll never tell, Uncle."
"Goddamn, Meg, just..." he heaved a big, adoring sigh. "Just wow!" He leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth.
"Ohhh, yesss!" My voice quivered as I nursed him, running my fingers through his hair as those delicious sparks again traveled from my nipple to my clit. "Suck my tits...harder!"
He moaned, soon switching to the other nipple, creating more fresh sparks. By then, I was squirming like a bucket of worms, my pussy literally dripping onto the sheets. He sensed my insane need and, taking his time, started kissing down my torso, past my navel, down to my bush.
"I Love a well-groomed woman," he murmured, looking up to match my gaze. Next thing I knew, he was nuzzling my silky fur.
It wasn't the first time, by far, that I had my pussy eaten, but no surprise, Philip was a master.
"Oh, my fucking god!" My voice quivered, ass lifting off the bed for a second as he burrowed into my orifice. Another minute, and his expert mouth was making it sing like no one else had. He even managed to look up into my eyes again, over my pubic mound, as I gaped back at him, my face conveying the sheer oral pleasure he was giving me.
He took his time. My god, he took his sweet, fucking time, my dear uncle. A concentrated round of tongue-flicks across my swollen clit sent me over. It was his turn to have his head grasped as I humped against his mouth, writhing, gyrating, as it came and came. Heavens above, it felt as if my insides were gushing out with sweet release! And Philip lapped it all up. I couldn't help but weep with joy and gratitude, a woman well-loved and totally satisfied. We kissed some more as he shared with me the taste of my pussy.
Then there was silence as we held each other, skin adhering from perspiration. A heavy truck roared in the distance. Birds chirped outside my window, their joyful sound reflecting what I felt in my heart and soul at the moment. Inhaling, I reveled in the musky odor of his body.
"I need to shower off and get the fuck out of here before your mother comes home."
"Alas, yes," I sighed, feeling a twinge of sadness.
"If she caught us like this, my life would be over."
"Probably." My face pressed against his skin.
"You'd get a reaming out, but I would be dead."
"I wouldn't like either one of those things."
"She never liked me."
"I know." Giggling, I leaned over and kissed his nipple, tugging it with my teeth.
"Hey, now." Something told me he wouldn't reject a young woman's mouth on his breast.
I looked down at his cock, and couldn't believe it was hard again, its noble mass gently swaying back and forth like a flagpole responding to a stiff summer breeze, and goddammit if my pussy wasn't wet and ready! I couldn't help but squirm. I needed sex, but the clock was ticking. Philip sensed my condition.
"God, we're still horny. How are we going to make it through the summer?"
"We'll manage." Frowning, I didn't like what I was saying, but it was the truth. I couldn't think of any ruse to escape my parents long enough to get together with Philip. Looking at the clock, I estimated Mom would be back from her bridge game and lunch in about an hour and a half. Pulling away from my uncle's embrace, I rose to my knees.
"Let's try this," I said.
Philip watched as I lifted the tee shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor. Now we were both completely nude.
"Lie flat," I instructed, and he obeyed, his cock still jutting straight up. I took a second to marvel at his endowment.
Goddamn, Unc.
"What are..." he started, but I interrupted him.
"Listen to me carefully." I pointed a slender finger at him. "If you try to put your cock inside me, I'll scream, I swear!"
"Yes, yes, understood," He nodded, eyes wide, surprised by my sudden, serious demeanor.
"Goddammit if I get pregnant and have to deal with that shit, now lie still." I sounded like a bitch at that point, but didn't want to worry about my roguish uncle having a little "accident". I wanted to make absolutely sure he understood.
Again, he nodded, hands to his sides, watching me. Still on my knees, I straddled his body, moving forward, positioning myself until my pussy hovered over his swollen, purple helmet. He took a deep breath as I grasped his cock, maneuvering my body until the tip made contact with my clit.
"Relax, Uncle." I leaned over him, tits close to his chest. My hair hung down around his face. "I know what I'm doing."
"No doubt." He couldn't stop staring into my eyes.
The fact that his cock was much longer than I was accustomed to made it perfect for what I had in mind. Gently, I began sliding my pussy up and down the length of his shaft, my clit being the main point of contact, closing my eyes as a familiar pleasure overtook me. Philip couldn't help but sigh, not only from the sensation but from watching his teenage niece's body undulating in such an indescribably sexy way, her face conveying total bliss.
"Fuck, yeah," I hissed, eyes opening. "Don't move."
"I'm not, Meg. Ohhh..."
I giggled, my clit on fire as it moved across his slick, veined shaft. As my body moved, hips gyrating perfectly, I felt Philip's hands caressing me, almost like a butterfly landing on a leaf, barely perceptible. I felt his fingertips pass down my shoulders, past my shoulder blades, down the curve of my back to the swell of my ass. There his hands remained, not interfering with my movement, but luxuriating in the feel of smooth, young skin.
I nodded, keeping perfect rhythm in my movement, the sensation in my pussy starting to swell. Philip nodded again, confirming his pleasure was matching mine.
"I know what you're thinking, Unc," I smirked as my body kept on moving. "Meg, I'll pull out before I come. I will! But I graduated with two of my friends wearing maternity dresses under their gowns, all because some fucker convinced them that was safe."
"I'd never say that."
"Wouldn't you?"
Philip didn't respond. We were both distracted by the obvious. The slow build was reaching the point where we couldn't help but wince and pant. God, don't get me wrong, I wanted his cock deep inside me at that moment, and it was so tempting, but I held strong.
Patience and control. Don't give in. There's plenty of time for that later.
The slow train had arrived at its station.
"Philip?" My heart was in my throat.
"Yes, love?" His body was again stiff as his fists clenched at the bedclothes, trying not to move, trying not to fuck his niece on the brink of orgasm.
Throwing my head back, I let out a loud groan as it came and came.
Goddamn, yes!
"Fuck! Fuuuuck!" I yelped, fluids spritzing across Philip's chest and stomach as sharp jabs of ecstasy wracked my body. I lunged forward to take his nipple in my mouth.
"Goddamn, Meg!" He snarled, pressing against my mouth. I released it for just a moment.
"You need to come, too!" Then my mouth returned to his hard-tipped bud. Now it was the uncle nursing his niece as she rode the climax. No surprise what came next, literally!
"Fuck, Meg," his body started bucking, and I fought to keep my clit against his pulsing shaft. "Fuck, yeah, coming...COMING!!!"
"Yes...YES!" I couldn't help but marvel as thick ropes of cum shot from the tip of his cock, white streaks landing in the same place as my fluids, both of them comingling.
For a moment, we reached that point where no coherent words came from our mouths, only animal jabbering and grunts as both of us rode down our mutual orgasms. A minute later, I fell to the bed, rolling on my back.
As we tried to control our breathing, I looked at the clock again.
Time's a-wasting.
Leaning over, I proceeded to lick the cum and juices from my uncle's torso. With all that hair, it wasn't easy, but I did it in just a few minutes, finishing by fellating him just enough to draw any errant drops of semen from inside. Words eluded him, only gasps and groans in the aftermath.
As much as I wanted to laze some more with him on that beautiful Monday morning, I thought of Mom and the risk we were taking and, as each minute passed, the odds were turning against us. With great reluctance, I hopped up.
"Philip, let's get in the shower." I paused a few seconds, and when he didn't respond, I added, and quite loudly, "NOW!"
He understood, waking from his post-orgasmic stupor, and we showered off together. Despite the time crunch looming over our heads, we managed a little sex play, washing each other, luxuriating in the warm spray of water and steam. We both dressed in record time.
"Goodbye, Philip," I smiled, giving him a big hug and lingering kiss, keeping an eye on the door on the far side of the kitchen that led to the garage, the one we all used when returning home. "Until next time."
Philip didn't respond but set his suitcase down and grabbed me, forcing a gasp. His eyes burrowing into mine, he gave me another kiss, but this one was rough and penetrating. It startled me for a moment, but goddammit if my pussy didn't blaze up again from his aggressive touch.
Son of a bitch!
It was times like this I knew I had to fight to keep control of him if that was possible, otherwise I would be lost. Perhaps it was too late, but at that moment, I didn't care. Despite the women's liberation movement and my air of independence, it was so frustrating how easily I wanted to be controlled at times, to be taken and, yes, perhaps misused and abused.
God, am I a fucking slut, or what?
I managed to regain my composure for a moment. "Next time," I whispered against his lips.
"Next time?"
"When I'm out of the house." My face went to his chest, wishing it was still bare. "You must learn patience."
"But..."
"No 'buts', Philip," I said, mustering my resolve. "Go fuck your usual suspects until I'm ready for you."
"Goddamn." He stared at me, shaking his head in astonishment. He may end up dominating me in the end, but it would be a colossal struggle.
Next thing I knew, the front door closed and I stood at the living room picture window, void of expression, as he slammed the Seville's trunk lid before rumbling away. The grandfather clock chimed once, jolting me out of my blissful reverie. My brain spun into high gear. What evidence of illicit sex Philip and I created needed to be eliminated.
Inspecting myself in the bedroom mirror, I was clean. The odor of sex had been washed from my body, but my hair was still wet and messy. Another thought popped into my head.
Oh, fuck! The bedding in Philip's room!
It smelled like a whorehouse in summer in there, so I opened all the windows, turning on the floor fan in the corner to encourage fresh air circulation. I grabbed the bedclothes, trying not to let them press against me, lest the odors rub off.
I stuffed the sheets and pillowcases into the Maytag and got them going. I glanced around the bedroom, trying to think of anything that I missed. Thankfully, our morning encounter had been limited to the bed. I sniffed over the top cover and blanket until I was satisfied they smelled acceptable. As I dried my hair with a big, white towel, I heard the kitchen door slam, then a voice.
"Hello, honey." Mom poked her head in. "How are you today?"
"Recovering," I smiled.
"As you should." She stepped up behind me, looking at my face in the mirror, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Get some peaceful time for yourself."
I nodded, tossing the towel on the bed, placing my hand over hers.
"You're doing laundry?" She asked. "I could've done that."
"Thought I'd give you a little help for once."
"Thank you." She looked to the window. "Philip's gone, I assume?"
"Yep."
"Good."
She patted my shoulder and walked away, saying to herself "Good riddance" as she passed the bedroom door. I combed out my hair before joining Mom in the kitchen where she was planning the evening meal. I started a short pot of coffee before sitting on a barstool at the kitchen counter as she bent over to extract a pot and pan, then a Pyrex casserole dish, from a low cabinet.
"What shall we have?" Her voice emanated from inside the fridge as she poked through last night's leftovers. "What do you want?"
"I'm easy to please, you know that." I fidgeted with my fingernails. They needed to be trimmed and I briefly thought of clawing Philip's strong back as he pumped away between my open thighs. "As long as there's no Rice-A-Roni involved."
"Not tonight, dear. I was thinking of pork chops and..." she studied the side of a small box of macaroni and cheese. "This."
"Mom, you don't like Philip, do you?"
She puttered in the pantry for a minute before answering. Finally, she looked at me. I noticed her hands were gripping the edge of the yellow Formica counter. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, you've always been cool and dismissive of him." I rested my chin in the palm of my hand, my elbow on the counter. The coffee maker throttled in the background, indicating my brew was ready. I slipped off the stool to grab a mug from a row of them, all hanging on hooks under the upper cabinet. "It's not hard to miss. What has he done?"
Mom wiped her hands on a red-striped dish towel, although she had no reason to. "I don't like talking bad about Philip in front of your father, but..." She clutched the towel in her hands. I could see her knuckles turning white. "Your uncle isn't the most upright character, not like Don."
"Okay." I shrugged, pouring coffee into a flowered mug, adding a sugar cube. Mom retrieved a small carton of Half-and-Half from the fridge as I found a spoon. "So he's kind of shady."
"Meg, honey." Mom let out a big sigh. "Don't let your father know I told you this. He's very protective of his brother, but you're eighteen now, so you might as well know."
"Know what?" Oh, the drama as I stirred and sipped my coffee!
It was now Mom who was fidgeting. I could see color rising in her cheeks as she looked away.
"The way your uncle makes a living, the reason he has a nice car, nice clothes, and everything." She looked at me, face serious. "He's a pornographer."
Before I could stop it, I snickered, putting my hand to my mouth. "Oh, my!"
"Stuff like blue movies and candid photography, or whatever they call it now." Mom returned to puttering.
"So Uncle Philip is a porn king?" I said, amused. "He must be good at it. That Cadillac must have cost him the farm!"
"Oh, Jesus, Meg." Mom stopped to look at me again. "I know I'm probably making more of this than I should, but you just had to know. I wanted you to know why I treat him the way I do."
"That's okay, Mom. I understand."
And how!
The day progressed, and I couldn't help but obsess over the revelation regarding Philip. I spent several hours on the living room sofa, the same sofa where Philip and I shared orgasms just the night before, knees drawn up to my breasts as I watched a string of soap operas.
I had to get Dad's side of the story, but how? I didn't want him to be angry at Mom for revealing Philips's secret. A few days passed and I was thoroughly bored. Hanging out with my friends didn't seem so appealing at the moment, so I started going to the office with my father.
Dad was quite successful as an insurance agent, working out of a suite of rooms in a grand, Art Deco-style office building downtown. I had to get up early to be ready when he left. Riding shotgun in his beige Delta 88, I had the presence of mind to appreciate this time with my father, and to relish circumstances that would probably never happen again. His secretary would arrive around eight, and the appointments began at nine. I kept busy filing documents, typing up letters, or just putting stamps on envelopes. He usually took a major client to lunch every day, so I brown-bagged it or took the elevator down to the Rexall to grab a sandwich and a Coke. I was a couple of weeks into this arrangement when I worked up the courage to talk to Dad about Uncle Philip.
"It was nice to have Philip come to my graduation." I fidgeted with the chrome buckle on my lap belt as Dad piloted the Oldsmobile home that Tuesday evening. "I wish he would visit more often. He's an interesting guy."
"He's a very smart man and good at what he does." Dad kept his eye on the traffic light, waiting for it to turn green.
"Why isn't he married? He probably doesn't have any trouble attracting women."
My father glanced over to me, eyebrow raised. Perhaps his little girl suggesting her uncle was good-looking took him off guard?
"Oh, Philip is a free spirit, whatever that means," Dad said. "Some people choose not to have children, and that's all right, even revolutionary, I might add." He pushed the dashboard lighter in, fishing a cigarette out of a pack in his shirt pocket, and placing it between his lips. The next moment, the lighter popped out. Dad plucked it out of its socket, putting the glowing coil to the tip of his Tareyton, taking a draw. I always disliked his smoking, but said nothing, rolling down my window to let the warm breeze blow on my face.
"On the other hand, he doesn't experience the joy of having a beautiful, brilliant young daughter like you."
"Oh, Dad." Embarrassed, I rolled my eyes. I kept silent for a couple of stoplights but had to press forward. "What does Philip do for a living?"
Dad blew a plume of smoke from his lungs. "Oh, he's a businessman."
I wouldn't be satisfied with that old answer. "What kind of business is he in?"
Dad kept silent for a moment then, as if he had no choice, continued. "Well, if you must know..."
Of course, he gave me the answer I sought and swore me to secrecy, saying Mom must never know about our conversation. To my disappointment, he didn't reveal anything new, but there was no doubt he didn't view Philip's profession with the same scorn as my mother.
"I'll never tell, but..." I looked askance at my father. "How old do I have to be before I'm considered to be an adult in this household?"
"Just to be clear, darling," He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. "The less we talk about Philip around your mother, the better. Just let that sleeping dog lie, okay?"
"Understood, Dad." Guess I'd have to find out more about my uncle the porn king on my own. He reached over, putting a fatherly hand on my knee.
"You know we're going to miss the hell out of you when you're at college. I hope we can enjoy this summer because it's going to go by way too fast."
I put my hand over his, radiating from the love he expressed for me at the moment.
"Yes, Dad, it will." All the while, my mind was already at the state college, about a five-hour drive from our home, on the other side of the state. I also wondered when I'd speak to or see my Uncle Philip again. Dad released my knee, pushing his thick, horn-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"Now, Meg, I wonder what your mother made us for dinner?"
