taken the pictures. I'm not sure, I was too groggy…'
'You look more than groggy in these shots,' he spat, picking them up in one hand and thumbing through them. 'You look like a cock-happy slut enjoying the fucking of her life…'
'Oh please… please stop talking that way, Uncle Julian,' Laurie begged. 'I'm telling you the truth, I swear it…'
'Humph,' he sneered. 'You swear it and I'm supposed to believe it eh? Is that it? After all I've done, for you, this is the way you repay me. Pig! And when I think of the times you shied away from me… afraid I was going to touch you… put my hand on your plump little ass, or feel a tit… me, your own uncle… I wasn't good enough to put my hand on you, but those bums can shove their cocks in you anywhere they like…'
'Stop it! You don't know what you're saying!' Laurie half screamed at him, refusing to believe what her ears had actually heard and what she'd felt to be true since she'd first come into his house… he'd wanted her sexually! The utter sickening thought nauseated her.
Again, she tried to free her arm but he held tight to her. He was staring at the pictures, one by one, his small beady eyes suddenly reflecting the lecherous lust she had witnessed there so many times in the past. A panicky feeling of odious dread gripped at her entrails.
'Well now… let's see,' he gloated. 'I wonder what Phillip will think of this one?'
He thrust the pornographic print before her eyes. It was one of the complete debauchery; with Stones mounting her from behind, his enormous penis sunk to its very hilt between the hair-fringed folds of her vagina while Morgan was kneeling before her face, his member shoved into her mouth… her lips locked obscenely around it as if they never intended to let go. A ripple of sensation that she couldn't help coursed through her as the sight brought back the actual memory. She shook her head, raising her eyes once more to the bloated, licentious face.
'Y-You wouldn't… My God, you can't, Uncle Julian,' she whimpered. 'It would be the end for us. Phillip would never understand… I know he wouldn't…'
'I can… and I will,' he said, his small mouth hardly moving, his tiny eyes suddenly raking her body salaciously. 'Why shouldn't I? You've destroyed me, now I'll give you a taste of the same… unless…'
He paused there and she stared at him, abhorrent terror keeping her momentarily from asking the question. Finally, she said: 'Un-Un-less…?'
His wormish lips spread into a foul grin. 'Unless… you're nice to me.'
'N-Nice? H-Haven't I always been nice to you, Uncle…?'
'Enough of this nonsense!' His hand still clutching her wrist tightened, viciously. 'Undress… now… this minute… every last Godamned stitch off… off! You hear? Now!'
This time he let her free and she leaped to her feet, backing away from the bed, tears of frustration and mixed emotions bathing her cheeks as she gaped in unbelieving horror at this foul beast who was ordering her to commit the most unpardonable of all sins… incest.
'You're insane!' she threw at him through contorted, crying lips. 'My uncle… my own mother's brother… What are you, an animal…?'
'What difference does that make to a whore?' he sneered at her. 'What do you care who fucks you, pig, as long as you get paid? And I've already paid. Now… take off your clothes!'
'I won't! I won't!' Laurie wailed, still backing away from him. 'I'm going to find Phillip… tell him everything… tell him exactly what you are and what you wanted me to do…!'
'Go ahead!' Julian Reed said grinning. 'You do that. Go find him and tell him what a dirty little cock-sucker you are! Tell him to come up here and see the pictures first hand! Well…? What're you waiting for, bitch? Go tell him!'
Laurie stumbled backwards to a halt in the center of the room, her body convulsing with her sobs. Slowly then she sunk downward, her legs seeming to cave beneath her as she dropped to the floor. There, she buried her face and wept, refusing to think further of this monstrous nightmare endeavoring to engulf her and destroy her reason…
Time passed and she laid there. Once, there came a knock at the outer door, but when they didn't answer whomever it was went away. In a while her mind began to function again. She could hear his raspy, heavy breathing on the bed. In her racing mind, she had concluded that he would tell Phillip everything, using the pictures for pointed, unreproachable proof. She weighed her own word against all of this, her love for her husband… the fact that he had disappeared last night with Dianne Coleman… she felt helpless. Time… she needed time to show Phillip, to bring him to his senses, to get him away from all this. They would be all right then, she was certain of it, if only she had the time… but that was the one thing she did not have. Maybe, Uncle Julian knew this too… He was clever… and wounded right now by those pictures… stripped of his power… and what was Uncle Julian without his power? God… she even felt sorry for him. She had put him in the position he was in… endorsing Mark Coleman for an office that she, herself knew the man was incapable, of… a crime before the State, itself.
Where were the answers? If there was a way it was as much her duty as anyone's to find it. Dear God… there were even more important things than Phillip and herself… than her very own life…! Her parents had given their breaths for what they believed. How many soldiers had died and would go on dying for what they had faith in? Faith… courage… integrity… Integrity…? She almost laughed into the nap of the carpeting. Moral wholesomeness… God, Mommy and Daddy would turn over in their graves.
Suddenly, she sat up. 'Uncle Julian…?'
'I'm waiting.'
'Is-Is there a way of beating them… the Colemans, I mean.'
Silence. 'Yes… one way. I've given it considerable thought.'
'Even with the pictures?' she questioned.
He laughed. 'Pictures… whatever… nothing can change what I have in mind, little girl.'
She tried to absorb his words. They made little or no sense. She said: 'Are you… still set in your mind… determined that I should take my clothes off… I mean…?'
'Exactly. Now. I want this Laurie. I'll try to make it as acceptable as possible…'
Again, the thought repulsed her. 'Oh God,' she whimpered. 'Is it necessary, Uncle Julian? You know what you're doing…?'
He interrupted. 'I know. Yes it's vital to me. I've carried the desire inside me as long as a man should. Listen to me, Laurie… I can't change the past… but maybe, I can help the future.'
Her mind immediately became a maze of questions, all of which she realized she was never going to ask. Instead, she slowly gained her feet and began to unfasten her skirt. In her brain she dwelt dazedly upon the plights of Lot. She satisfied herself by giving the deepest thought to his two daughters… and then, when she was completely naked, she went over to lay down beside her uncle…
'All right… here I am, God forgive me,' she said evenly to him. 'In biblical terms… do with me what thou wilt!'
Julian Reed lay propped on his elbow, watching, with raw, lust-crazed eyes the sensual sight of his niece undressing resignedly before him. He drank in the beauty of her large breasts, hanging down as she bent over to pick up her things, then taunting as she straightened upright. She came toward the bed saying something that he hardly heard. She started to move onto the bed beside him and he said: 'Wait! Stand there… let me look at you…'
She did, her chin high, her eyes not seeing him. Christ she was beautiful, just as he knew she would be. Her figure was perfect… so young and firm… the rib lines above the waist where the skin pilled in under the large bulge of her breasts… the little belly button with the thin line of down running downward to the sparse reddish gilded curls of silken hair against which the white tops of her thighs pressed in an effort of concealment… the rounding of the hips with the slight bulge of the thighbones continuing up in a V… the thighs themselves, white and vulnerable with the well shaped legs tapering below… She was all breasts, hips and thighs, made to be seized and crushed in wild, sensual rape!
He gaped in hungry fascination, his massive torso rising and falling in raspy, quickening breaths. He said: 'Turn around.'
Without looking at him, Laurie turned slowly, profiling for a moment the forward jut, backward push of breasts and buttocks, the shallow S-shape of body, and then her back was presented to him with the slimness from the shoulders to the waist, accentuated by the tightness of the smooth, satiny white flesh over her frame and
