smiled graciously.
“Not at all. But I don't know whether I shall be capable of doing what you wish. What is it, may I ask?”
“Oh, there's no mystery to it. I'll explain. Just follow me into the library.”
Uncle Arthur led the way into the library taking long sure strides. Linda followed obediently. The library was paneled by dark mahogany. There were many books in the bookcases which ran across the room. She knew Arthur was highly literate and intellectual and she felt that she should watch every word. The windows were large and bordered by red?velvet curtains with a strip of white mousseline running down the edges.
The curtains filtered the bright sun and the room bathed its few pieces of furniture, a great table covered with papers, a large ample armchair, a divan in a melody of soft brooding colors.
Linda noticed a ladder which led to the stacks of books on the upper shelves.
“Well here it is. My hide?away where I work. All you will have to do is bring the books I name so that I shall be able to take notes. That's easy enough isn't?”
“I think I'll be able to manage that alright.” Linda laughed apparently at ease for the first time. She was beginning to find her uncle warm and pleasing.
“How will I go about finding the book you want?” She asked glancing at the many many shelves of literature.
“I have a method so don't worry about it. All the cases are marked alphabetically.”
They began to work and Linda found that the job was easy and not bone?breaking at all, The only thing that presented a problem was climbing up and down the ladder. She wished that she had worn some slacks. It was embarrassing for her to climb that ladder with her legs pinched together.
“I can't find it.” She declared leaning far to the right and then to the left.
“Wait I'll help you.” Arthur said courteously, rising from his armchair and moving to where she was.
Linda continued to look for the misplaced book while below, her uncle gazed up her skirt which was large enough to give the spectator a langorous view. The girl turned around and pretended to still he searching for the book, but she felt the penetrating glance of uncle Arthur and this unsettled her nerves. She was forced to keep her legs slightly apart to keep from losing her balance.
“You're right. I think I left that book in my apartment in the city. You can come down now.” Arthur helped her to the ground as his strong fingers gripped her waist. She felt a chill run up her spine as his hands slid up to her bosom. When she turned around, she felt guilty for having such a horrid imagination.
Uncle Arthur thumbed his chin and murmured a few words.
“You are very pretty, my lovely cousin, and you were particularly attractive on that ladder. I must admit that you have splendid legs that make me realize that you have really grown?up. It is silly of me not to have thought of it before.”
She was flattered, turned red and spun in a half?turn. Linda knew these gestures were unbecoming of a
'grown?up'. The presence of her uncle so close and his constant attention instilled a new sensation far different from the one she felt with Uncle Arthur moved toward his desk. With his right hand outstretched he indicated a chair.
“Sit down Linda.”
He scratched his head and it was evident that another idea was brewing in his intellectual mind.
“Better yet. Come and sit on the arm of my chair.”
Linda's head bobbed up at this strange request. She flushed crimson with timidity.
“Come along and be friendly.”
“Do you want me so close?”
“Of course.” Arthur's smile had won her over. She had no choice but to have confidence in this handsome man who was her uncle.
Once seated, Arthur put his arm around her waist. And before she had a chance to jerk away, he had another hand half up her skirt where he was patting her thighs. Linda was troubled and she stiffened partly out of surprise and partly out of fright.
“I think it would be better if I left now,” she murmured entirely without conviction. The poor youngster didn't want to disobey and yet…
As though he had not heard her reflection, her uncle exclaimed in a vigorous tone.
“You're not comfortable kicking around like that.”
He was peculiar. Linda noticed it for the first time. His lips screwed up and his eyes grew feverish and even to a young girl as youthful as Linda, she knew it was the outward signs of lust. He became eager and restless and his tongue rolled over the corner of his mouth.
She had found that he had greatly changed in the span of just a few minutes. He was a veritable Jekyll and Hyde case, but there was something amazingly attractive about him. His golden tan flushed and gave him added color. His grey temples marked him as very masculine and resolved. Arthur's sinuous and strong arms were commanding and sure despite their unleashed nervous energy to grasp and capture the delicious morsel who had come to live in his house.
Linda felt his warm breath behind her neck, between her hair and running lightly down her back. His hand roamed under her slip and toy?fully tickled her pubic hair. Linda sensed a great plumbing thing throbbing near her ass. He seemed to be juggling her on his lap as though he wanted to rip through her clothes. His sex was violently searching and she pictured a madman with a hammer for some reason.
Uncle Arthur almost wrenched the breath out her with his forceful grasp. When she turned to express her disapproval, she met a pair of eyes that glittered with fierce heat. She was spellbound and strangely enough attracted by this new face she saw. Her uncle almost foamed at the mouth as his right hand busied itself with the task of unbuttoning his trousers.
Linda almost bounded up but she was held fast. When she looked down at his lap, a huge gland rigidly erect thumped in the air. She had never seen anything like it. It was twice as big as Bert's both in length and diameter. She watched the purple head of his cock with the slight opening. It pushed itself toward her face as though it were a canon ready to fire. Of course, she instinctively moved backward, but her uncle held her prisoner in his armchair. A lustful smile, triumphal and wicked, crinkled his face.
“Well, what do you have to say now, my little one? It's big and handsome. Isn't it nicer than the one that you put between your legs a little while ago with that untamed rascal Bert? But, by heck, I think your afraid. Why?
It isn't going to hurt you, little dear. You'll have it anyway, and you'll be so happy about it when we're finish and I even think you'll ask for more of it. What do you think of that?”
While he was speaking, he was already caressing the open mouth of the young girl. It appeared as though she had already abandoned any idea of resisting she might have had. Linda nibbled on the head of Arthur's penis which had a strong odor which excited her and inspired the uncle to grow harder.
She had some experience… just the bit from the morning. Linda planned on using it all. She remembered that Bert told her to use her tongue first of all which she did. She spiraled around the massive prick in barber?pole fashion. Her uncle plunged his torpedo in her mouth as though it were made of rubber. Poor Linda almost suffocated.
“You like it, don't you?” He asked with affirmity. His temper and excitation were so great that his powerful thrust had Linda's face all red and her eyes closed to keep tears from flowing. Never had she endured such a ruthless attack.
“Suck well, lassie mine. Go on, do it well.”
Defenceless Linda could hardly breathe let alone answer back to the rampaging adult who, horror of horrors, was her uncle. Try as she would she could not get all of that phallus in her mouth, but she found energy enough to take as much in as she could all with an active tongue. With a tremendous effort she was able to go about half?way down the thick stock. One of her hands was led to the spot where bristling pubic hairs, black as night, hid a pair of balls as large as lemons. Her hand cupped the heavy testicles and her trembling fingers began to massage them avidly.
With various movements of her head, up and down and from side to side, she began to masturbate her uncle.
Linda felt the veins in his cock thumb and expand. The sudden expansion of sensual magnitude excited the girl and she became more and more audacious. Her hand grasped Arthur's penis as though she had been
