she'd told him. She liked nice big cocks in her cunt or mouth or hand. The boys from school were okay, but some of them fumbled around and didn't really know how to satisfy her. Most of them banged and came so fast she was just working up a head of steam.
Jeff had been the best ever, no kidding. She wondered if she should tell him that. Maybe some time.
Jeff dressed in clean slacks and a sport shirt when he came out of the shower and dried himself. He combed his graying hair in front of the dresser mirror, studying his face in the glass as though seeing it for the first time. He actually looked relaxed. There was no trace of guilt in his eyes or expression. Hell, he looked better than he had for a long time, since Rhoda had walked out. Sex, that was what did it. He'd finally found himself again and was enjoying sex.
Christ, the kid! No more of that stuff, no matter how good it was and how much he liked it.
He took time to straighten the bed and pull the spread over the sheets. Then he went downstairs. He found his sister in the rumpus room, drinking a Tom Coffins.
'Darling,' she said, coming toward him and hugging him quickly. 'Sorry I wasn't here when you came. You should have let me know what time you'd be in. Have you eaten? How have you been?' She rushed a barrage of questions, not waiting for any answers, not really expecting any.
She hadn't changed, and Jeff let her babble. Yet there was something different about her, he could see it in the way she looked distracted, almost bored, and maybe a little angry. What was it Sally had said? That Edythe was screwing some guy and it kept her busy. Just the smart remark of a kid, or was there truth to it somewhere?
He answered Edythe's questions when she prodded about the divorce, but even on that subject she seemed less inclined to dig deeply than he'd expected. She had changed. She told him to fix himself a drink and to make another for her. Behind the bar, he had a full view of the pool and the lounge chair on which Sally was sunning. She'd donned some skimpy suit-that barely contained her budding breasts and covered her triangle of pubic hair, and she looked like a bronzed sun goddess lying there. He had to force Himself to look away.
Edythe hadn't noticed. She'd had several drinks, he could tell. She had a slight glow on, and she was chattering a mile a minute. Something about the other children-he hadn't been listening carefully. No matter how hard he tried to avoid looking at the child beyond the window, he could not. He wasn't thinking of her as a child, though, but as a woman, a hot, loving, fucking woman.
Did Edythe know about her daughter's non-virgin status?
'If you'd given me more warning-'
'Sorry, Edie, what was that?'
She sighed. 'I said I would have arranged for the maid to take her vacation some other time. Lord, I've tried to get someone else to come in for the week but it's impossible.'
His thoughts caught up with her. Apparently her maid had the week off and Edythe was trying to' cope. He'd wondered where the servant was; it was comforting to know she wasn't around to snoop on household members' activities.
Beyond the window, Sally stretched and got to her feet in a smooth movement that reminded Jeff of a cat. She stretched again, showing off her taut young figure for his eyes. She didn't glance toward the house but he knew that she was very aware of his presence and his eyes on her.
'I have another date this afternoon. I wish I could cancel out but they're depending on me,' Edythe was saying. Jeff turned to her and forced a smile. 'The Woman's Club-'
He nodded. 'Hey, sure. You know I don't want you to overturn your daily routine for me. Hell, I appreciate just being able to come down for awhile and get my head on straight.'
'Anytime, darling, you know that.' She was on her feet, finishing her drink quickly and setting the glass on the bar. The glass door slid back and Sally entered the room, flipping her hair away from her shoulder and smiling at her uncle.
'Sally, be a doll and entertain your uncle this afternoon. I have to go to the club.'
Sally flicked a knowing glance at Jeff. 'Sure, mom.'
'No one has to entertain me,' he said, returning Sally's look almost boldly.
'When will Sue be back?'
Sally shrugged. 'They were going to the beach. Could be all day if the sun holds.'
Edythe sighed. 'That child. Well, let's see what we can find for lunch for you two, then I really must run.'
'I'll fix lunch,' Sally said.
'Mmm, that's a good girl. I'll grab something at the club. You will forgive me, Jeff?'
'Sure.'
'Let's plan on dinner out, say eight?'
'Sure.'
She kissed him lightly and was gone. Minutes later, they heard the purr of the car engine, and the sound of tires on the drive. The room was very quiet.
'You sure you don't want me to entertain you?' Sally asked mischievously.
'Listen, young lady, let's get a few things straight, okay?'
She cocked her head and stared at him. 'Sure Uncle Jeff.'
My god, just being in the room alone with her made him restless. 'That's just it, I am your uncle. The things that happened out in the pool and upstairs are-' He couldn't say it, not with her looking at him like that, her brown eyes glinting with very unchildlike desire. 'Jeez!'
She moved across the room to him, settling herself in his lap before he could protest, slipping her arms about his neck and hugging herself to him. 'I like you a lot, Uncle Jeff. Don't send me away.'
'Jeez!'
She was pressing her lips to his then, coaxing, comforting. He tried to muster all his resolve but it was no use. He felt himself being drawn into the web once more. Her tongue slid over his lips, teasing and tempting until he opened his mouth and let her introduce her tongue into his mouth. Then he was responding, meeting the warmth and want of her kiss, pulling her slim young body across his lap so he could fondle her breasts and feel her warm ass on his thighs.
'Mmm, that's better,' she whispered. 'You do like me, don't you?'
'God!'
The tiny patches of yellow covering on her breasts strained, and he pulled them aside with his fingertips. The dome of her tits came into sight, and Jeff caught his breath. She was a golden goddess. He closed his hand over one of the mounds, squeezing gently, and feeling the firm flesh.
'Am I pretty?' Her tongue paused on her lip.
'You know fucking well you are.'
'I like to hear you say it.'
'You're a little hellcat.'
'You've got the biggest prick I've ever had,' she said.
'Do you always talk so freely about comparative anatomy?'
She giggled. 'Why not? Men are always talking about the size of women's boobs, why can't girls like big dicks?'
He laughed and shrugged. 'No reason, I guess.'
'Your cock is getting hard, I can feel it under my ass.'
'The way you're wiggling around on it, it's a wonder I haven't sprayed your bottom with come.'
She giggled. 'Take it out and let me feel it, huh?'
He knew he should say no, it was far too dangerous playing with fire like this. He wanted her, that was the hell of it. He'd never been so turned on to anyone in his whole life. He should have been exhausted after the two rapid-fire sessions he'd had with, her in the past few hours, but he was like a starving man whose appetite has been aroused and now he couldn't get enough. He wanted to gorge himself on her feasts.
'You do it,' he told her.
She maneuvered herself so she could get her hand to his fly. She struggled for a few minutes, then her hand was inside his pants and she was pulling his cock out. He was hot, but her fist around him felt even hotter. She wiggled and squirmed, untying the cords at the hips of the swim suit and turning so she could look down at his
