to have her sum young body under his, their pubic hair matted together by their mutual pleasure, their bodies slick with perspiration from a job well done. She ran her fingers along his neck.
'Oh, God, Uncle Jeff, that was good, so good.'
'Did you come?' He knew she had but he wanted her to talk about it, to find enjoyment in complete honesty with herself.
'Yes, oh, God, yes! It was wonderful. I knew it would be good but this was super, really great.' She sounded young and childlike again, as though she might be talking about a movie she'd seen or a record she'd played.
It made him smile, and he kissed the lobe of her ear, then nibbled it gently.
'You're not sorry about Turner?'
She laughed and smothered the sound with her hand. 'That boob! He never would have done that, you know he wouldn't!'
Jeff laughed. He knew it only too well. The kid would have shot off his wad and been finished, drained all at once and unable to think of the girl's pleasure. She would have wound up frustrated more than she had been by denying her body the pleasure of sex. He kissed her ear again.
'You'd better go clean yourself up and get back to bed. If anyone catches you in here-'
He rolled off her, pulling his cock out and being sorry at once that he had. Denied the warmth of her twat, his cock began to shrink immediately. He sighed and flopped onto his back, patting her flat belly.
She leaned over him, her small, scant handful of tits brushing at his chest. 'Uncle Jeff, have you fucked Sally?'
What the hell made her ask that? He peered at her in the deep gloom but couldn't read the expression on her face. His mouth was dry.
'That's a dumb question.'
'Did you?' She ran her fingers along the line of his jaw, then bent and kissed his lips lightly.
'Why don't you ask her?' he said. Christ, he couldn't talk about one twin with the other. Suppose they started discussing him and someone overheard?! He pushed her away gently. 'You'd better get back into your own bed, kitten. Lesson's over for tonight.'
'Can I have more, lessons I mean?'
'I-'
'Please, Uncle Jeff?' She kissed him again and he knew he'd never be able to refuse her-or resist her! God, it had been good!
'We'll see. Now get, and be sure to clean yourself up.'
She giggled and jumped out of bed. 'I'm all sticky and wet down there.'
'Use my bathroom.' He got up and snapped the bathroom light on and watched her run in. His semen was thick along her thighs. Her shapely youthful body was clearly outlined under the thin gown. He forced himself to close the door behind her. If he kept watching, he'd want her again.
He groped for a cigarette and lit it, standing near the window and looking out at the dark yard. Jeez, how his He had changed in the past twenty-four hours! He thought about how scared he'd been after that little incident with Sally in the pool. God, he'd been shaking all over. Now he'd just seduced her twin sister and he felt nothing but complete satisfaction.
What the hell was happening to him?
The bathroom door opened and the girl came out, looking about to spot him before she snapped off the light and crossed to him. As she stood framed in the doorway, he'd felt a pang at the sight of her slim hips, rounded nicely over firm thighs, her half-formed tits that showed promise of fullness as she developed more, and the narrow waist. She was a lovely creature, one that would excite plenty of men during her lifetime.
He'd been the first. She'd come to him a virgin, wanting to learn, and he'd taught her well.
She came to the window and pressed against him. He slipped his arms around her and held her close. Her hair was warm and sweet smelling in his nostrils and her-hands were hot on his naked flesh.
'Thank you, Uncle Jeff. I-It was wonderful. I still feel tingling all over. I never dreamed. It would be so super. I'm glad I didn't let Turner do it.'
He stroked her ass, slipping his hand under the short gown so he could feel her smooth skin. 'I'm glad too, baby.' He kissed her lips, then turned her to the door. He opened it, listened a couple of seconds, then drew the door wide so she could slip out He waited until she went into her dark room and the door closed behind her.
Sighing, he went into the bathroom and washed up. He was bone tired. He'd sleep now.
Chapter 6
When he woke in the morning, the sun was high, splashing across the room and warming it considerably. He should have drawn the drapes last night but he'd forgotten. It had been a long tune since he'd enjoyed such luxury as sleeping in.
He rolled, pressing his morning-hard cock to the sheet. He thought about the kid last night. It seemed impossible now, like a dream, but it had been real, he knew. Sue had come to him-by plan or design? She had been truly upset when Turner brought her home, and if Sally's explanation, was true, Jeff was beginning to believe she knew exactly what she wanted when she came into his bedroom… It hadn't been a case of 'should I?' but rather 'will you?' Sue wanted to be sure her first orgasm was good, that her first intercourse brought her to complete fulfillment. Jeff happened on the scene when she needed someone-anyone. A handy prick, that's what he'd been.
He grinned and rolled to his back, throwing off the covers and letting the warm air drift over him. He looked down at his cock, standing at full attention as though saluting a woman. He almost wished the kid was here now.
He showered and shaved, dressed in gray slacks and a blue sport shirt open at the throat. He studied his reflection in the mirror. He looked different, calmer, less haggard. The sex sessions with his two young nieces had done him a world of good. The horrors of the past months were easing, leaving him. Maybe he'd be okay soon. Maybe he could put his life back together.
He found Sally and Sue in the dining room with Larry. The other man looked up, smiled, holding out his hand.
'Good to see you again, Jeff. It's been a long time. Hope you're planning a nice long visit.'
'I haven't decided yet, Larry.' Jeff flicked a glance at the twins who seemed to be concentrating on their grapefruit. 'Missed you last night.'
Larry grunted. 'Worked late. You know how it is.'
Jeff agreed and only half listened as Larry talked around the edges of real conversation, telling bits of business news, commenting on world conditions.
Larry was gray and slightly balding, and he looked older than his sixty-five years. There was a tension in his face, one that seemed more than what a man of his means should have. Larry was a top-notch broker, and he had no money worries at least. Jeff was pretty sure he wasn't the type to worry about his wandering wife either. Maybe it was just the pressure of business. Plenty of rich bastards succumbed to that.
Then Larry was pushing away his coffee cup and getting up. 'I have a few things to get together before I leave for the office. You'll excuse me?'
'Sure.' Jeff refilled his coffee cup and lit a cigarette,.dropping the match hi a silver and onyx ashtray Sally handed him from the sideboard. She winked at him and then got up to follow her father from the dining room.
Sue shifted and stared at her plate. When she finally raised her eyes, she smiled shyly. Jeff grinned at her.
'Good morning,' he said solemnly.
She blushed. 'Good morning.' Then she giggled, unable to control her delight. 'I still feel wonderful,' she whispered.
'So do I. What's on the docket for today?'
'What would you like to do?' She was eager to please.
