Chapter 168: TaIl drink of water 004

Don could count Joyce's ribs as his hands slid up Joyce's smooth skin, and went they reached the bottom of her bra his fingers inched the harness upward easily, baring Joyce's breasts for his over-sized hands to caress.

"Omigod honey," Don muttered as he kneaded the little buds, which felt like only small swells on her chest, and Joyce was practically swooning as she stood between her uncle and the counter while Don caressed her breasts. "So sweet. I want to see you."

As Don massaged Joyce's undeveloped bosom, he felt her nipples start to blossom, and as they inflated they grew to the size of small bullets, long and thick pegs that seemed to throb as his fingers stroked them.

"They're sensitive, aren't they honey?" Don was whispering while nuzzling into Joyce's neck and plucking at her amazing nipples, and Joyce mumbled something in return.

Don was just about to pull Joyce's shirt up over her head when a loud thud came from out in the front of the building.

"Damn!" Don said as he yanked his hands out from underneath his niece's blouse and hustled out the door the the front area of the snack bar, leaving a disheveled Joyce Schultz struggling to catch her breath.

Don got out front just in time to see the taillights of a van leave the parking lot, and when he saw what caused the noise was not an attempted burglary but only the bundle of the free local entertainment guide that they gave away to customers, he cursed again.

"Metroland," he mumbled when he rejoined his niece in the back room, holding the bundle of the free newspapers in his hand while looking at the barely recognizable sight of his niece leaning against the counter with her raised bra making the front of her shirt a lumpy mess.

Joyce's eyes weren't on the papers but on the bulge in her uncle's pants which was only now beginning to shrink, and when it was clear that the mood was broken beyond repair, Joyce turned around and reached under her blouse to re-position her bra.

"Better get you home," Don mumbled, and Joyce nodded.

They secured the shop and got in Don's van for the short ride home. Don kept looking over at his niece, who kept staring straight ahead. He was hoping she would say something, but when she didn't, Don pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the quiet road.

"Joyce honey," Don said softly, searching for words. "I can't really explain it... what happened back at the shop..."

"Please don't," Joyce said in a pleading whisper. "Please don't tell me you're sorry."

"I won't," Don said, and she was right because he really wasn't, and the only thing he was really sorry about was the noise that had broken the spell. "I'm not. I know it was as wrong as wrong can be, but I'm only sorry that it stopped."

"Me too." Joyce mumbled.

"I want to kiss you," her Uncle Don was saying, and seconds after their lips met they were clawing at each other, their tall bodies twisting and contorting as their tongues dueled, and as Don grabbed Joyce's breasts again he felt her hands at his crotch.

And he was letting her. Her nervous fingers were clawing around, trying to undo his belt and open up his pants, and he was powerless to stop. He felt the cool air on his private parts when Joyce managed to yank the slacks down to his thighs.

He heard his niece mutter something a second before the head of his cock became very wet and warm.

It was a sight that Don, even in his wildest fantasies, had not envisioned. His niece - his brother's only daughter - was contorting herself in the cramped passenger side of the van, while her head bobbed up and down under the gentle illumination of the dashboard lights.

Up and down his niece's mouth went and while she might not have been a Linda Lovelace, having scraped his cock with her teeth at first, it was obvious that the girl whose father thought she was a wallflower had done this before, and Joyce was doing it well enough that after a couple of incredible moments Don couldn't hold back.

"Honey - can't - gonna cum!" Don cried out as he squirmed around and tried to pull Joyce's head off of his cock before it erupted, but that only made her go down on him harder and faster.

Joyce only made the slightest choking sounds as Don came, and it was as if he had been saving it up since his divorce, because he kept cumming and cumming. Joyce, for her part, kept swallowing and swallowing until her uncle had no more to give.

Joyce persisted though, and even after his cock had stopped twitching and had begun to deflate she kept lavishing the love on it until he gently raised her head up from his lap.

"Was that good?" she asked timidly with her glasses hanging crookedly on her nose, her demeanor more like the shy teen she had been earlier than the crazed cocksucker she had somehow evolved into moments earlier.

"Are you kidding?" Don said as he helped Joyce return to a sitting position. "That was amazing. I want to do things to you too."

"I have to go home," Joyce said with more than a little sadness after looking at the digital clock on the dash that proclaimed it was 1:17.

"Damn!" Don said, and after getting his pants back up drove his niece the rest of the way home.

"See you tomorrow?" Don asked, and after Joyce nodded he added, "I can't wait."

"I love you Uncle Don," Joyce said, giving him a kiss before hopping out of the van and skipping up the walk to the darkened house.

"Love you too honey," Don whispered at the back of his niece, and after she was safely inside he drove home while his mind raced.

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Joyce Schultz tiptoed down the hall and made it to her bedroom without being caught, and after she closed the door behind herself Joyce leaned back against the door and took a deep breath.

The t-shirt was damp with perspiration, and after she shed the uniform top she pulled her jeans off and peeled down her panties, which were dripping wet. Looking up, she saw her reflection in her make-up mirror and paused on her way to her diary.

Her hand went to the wide triangle of brown hair between her legs. It had grown back in so fast, and she thought maybe that old wives' tale about shaving making the hair grow back even more was right, because she sure felt more hairy than before.

Does Uncle Don like girls with pubic hair? He seems to like the hair on my arms, and I love the way it feels when he runs his hands over them, she mused while going to her desk. Joyce pondered that as she sat down and unlocked her journal to began writing.

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