to a stop, his dick still hi her but satisfied at last.
If she hadn't been holding him to the side of the pool, he would have gone down for the count. He was weak and shaking with the pleasure he'd found in her. His mind was fogged and his body drained. She was clinging tightly to him, and he had no desire to push her away. Her face was buried in his wet, naked shoulder; he could feel her hot breath still panting on his wet skin. Jeff put his arms around her, rubbing her ass and feeling between her legs. She was still attached to his prick like a sitter on a flagpole.
She sighed heavily.
'You okay?' he asked finally.
'Mmm, God yes.' She looked up and smiled at Mm. Her eyes mirrored the complete pleasure she'd experienced, and she licked her lips with a pink tongue. 'God, that was good!'
'Christ!'
She giggled and bobbed her head. 'It was super, Uncle Jeff, really super fucking! I dig doing it in the pool!'
He came to his senses with a shock, trying to extricate his cock from her cunt and move clear of her sexy, hot little body. Uncle Jeff. He was her uncle! A blood relative, Christ! Worse, she was only fifteen. If anyone-
'What's the matter?' She looked surprised and hurt when he pushed free of her and swam out into the deep water.
'It was a crazy thing to do,' he said, swimming away with his face in the water so he wouldn't have to look at her. Maybe he couldn't undo what had already happened, but he could make sure, damned sure, it didn't happen again. Suppose Edytha or Larry had come home…
He climbed out of the pool and strode to the lounge chair where he'd left his clothes. He used her beach towel to dry himself quickly, and then began to dress.
Sally climbed out of the pool and stood close to him, watching him curiously but saying nothing. When he dropped the towel on the chaise, she lifted it and spread it over the chair, then laid on it, stretching so her firm young tits strained upward. She held one hand up to shade her eyes and watch him finish dressing.
He tried to look away and couldn't. The kid was so damned brazen; she was actually flaunting herself for him, and she was enjoying it. She'd said she wasn't a virgin. She'd been damned skilled at fucking him in the pool, then bragged that she liked it that way. How many guys had she had? He wondered, then asked.
'You got a boyfriend?'
She shrugged, peeking at him from under her hand. 'I date a couple of guys. I'm not serious about them, if that's what you mean.'
He laughed, wondering what her definition of serious was. 'You fuck them?'
'Sure, why not. Boys like me and I like fucking.'
Jeff cleared his throat. 'Uh, how many times… ' He felt like a dumb kid asking all the questions, but he found he wanted to know. He couldn't just walk out like nothing had happened, and he couldn't just stand here and stare at her lovely naked body, at least not without thinking the kind of thoughts he was trying to keep out of his brain.
She shrugged again, half rolling to her side so the tits swayed gently and showed their full ripeness. The bas relief of the mound and coral tip against the white towel was startling.
'Mmm, I dunno. Does it make any difference?'
'No, I guess not.'
'Why'd you ask?'
He felt his face warm. 'You're so young-'
She giggled. 'I got fucked the first time when I was eleven, and I liked it even then.'
'Eleven!' Holy shit!
She bobbed her head and leaned on her hand. 'Sure. What's the matter, does that shock you?'
'Yeah, I guess It does. I never thought-I mean-' He didn't know what the hell he meant.
'How old are you, Uncle Jeff?'
'Forty-five.'
'Mmm, that's nice. I like older men. They're so much more experienced, you know,'
'You mean at fucking?'
'Sure, what else?'
He couldn't believe the conversation, and he couldn't believe her. A fifteen-year-old kid talking like fucking was her favorite pastime. He picked up his shirt and slipped it on, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. He shoved his feet into his shoes and turned away.
'Where are you going?' she asked, sitting up suddenly.
He saw her reflection in the glass door but didn't turn. 'I'll come back later, when your mother's home.'
She ran after him. 'Hey, don't go.'
'I can't stay.' Jeez, if he didn't get out of here she was going to have him convinced everything was just great.
She darted in front of him. 'Why not? Look, stay. Mom will have a fit if she finds out I scared you off. She's got your room ready and everything.'
'She's going to have more than a fit if she finds out what happened in that pool a little while ago.'
Sally started to giggle, then smothered it abruptly. 'So we won't tell her, okay?'
'I should hope so!'
'Deal?' Sally shoved a hand toward him to shake on it. Her face was solemn.
Jeff hesitated. He was playing with fire, he knew that. Logic told him to beat it, get out fast and put plenty of miles between himself and this cute little kid who'd managed to trap him in a dangerous situation. Trap? No, maybe lure, but he'd jumped into that pool knowing damned well he had no business even sticking around when she'd stripped off her clothes. Logic was one thing, but instinct and lust were another. Both were directed at her. He wanted to be close to her. He refused to let his mind play with the idea that he wanted her again. He was in control now.
'Okay,' he said, taking her hand and shaking it to seal the bargain. 'It's a deal.'
He'd stay, but he'd stay away from her too. No more, he told himself, no more.
Chapter 3
She wrapped the towel around her nudity and walked through the house with him, then stood at the door while he went to the car and got his suitcase. Then she showed him to his room. It was the same one he'd used the last time he visited, a big corner room that overlooked the back yard with the pool and tennis court. It was decorated in cool blues, with a few accents of orange and deep purple. It was a room that managed to look masculine without being austere.
Sally leaned against the door and watched him unpack the few things he'd brought. She asked him about San Francisco, his job, if he was going back. He answered vaguely because he wasn't sure yet what he was going to do. The job he'd walked out on hadn't been much, He could find another like it without trouble, or maybe he could find a better one here. If he decided to stay.
He'd almost forgotten the strain of the past three months, his agonizing lack of sexual ability. Since arriving in L.A. that problem seemed to be over. First Dawn last night, today Sally. He glanced at her, saw that she was still at the door and clad only In the towel. She smiled, and he looked away, blocking his' mind from the thoughts that wanted to surge in it.
He lifted out the small case of toilet articles and carried them to the bathroom. Every bedroom hi the house had a private bath, and this one was done in blue and purple to match the decor of the room. He put the case on the shelf and turned back into the bedroom.
She had moved to the bed, the towel tossed to the floor. She was lying «n the smooth sheets, having pulled back the bedspread and the blanket. She was smiling at him; and she had her knees raised and parted so he couldn't avoid seeing the tempting offering of her pussy.
'Jeez.'
