Chapter 7

When we got back in the car, Madi put her seat belt back on but kept it loose enough that she could turn toward me with her leg tucked under her again. I noticed that not only had her tube top risen to the bottoms of her little tits again, but that apparently the misbehaving panties had somehow found their way back inside her slit, despite her vsit to the head.

When we got back on the Interstate and back up to speed, I put the cruise control on and relaxed for the next stretch of the trip. That would include about three hours on the Florida Turnpike after we got off I-75 in a few miles, and then we would skirt the Miami metroplex, hopefully between the Noon and evening rush hours.

After a few miles, Madi shifted in the ProCar Elite seat, then took off her seat belt and reached into the back seat. Retrieving a pillow, she placed it across the shallow console between the bucket seats. Turning in her seat so that her legs were comfortably tucked, she lay across the console and put her head in my lap.

“Is this okay with you, Jack”, she inquired with a grin. “I mean, I’m your girlfriend now, after all!”

What could I say? What could I possibly have wanted to say? The erection rising next to her cheek was advertising my approval far more eloquently than I could have in words. Madi leaned her cheek against the lump in my shorts but pretended to ignore it. After about ten minutes of silence, she reached up and took my right hand from the steering wheel. With a little smile, she placed it on the back of her upper thigh, just below the edge of her skirt. Then she scrunched around onto her front, her lips fractions of an inch from my now painfully erect lump.

“If you want me to, I can take care of that when we can stop again”, she murmured.

Not sure I heard her correctly, I said, “What?”

“I can suck you off, if you want me to, I’ve never done it before, but I’ve seen Elle do it for her dad, ‘cause sometimes we all sleep together when I stay over. I wanted to do it for him, too, but he said no, that I should save myself for a special person, even my mouth. And he was right, but you’re my very special person, and I want to do it for you so much it’s making my pussy wet!

Rolling onto her back, my-niece-the-seductress skinned off her tiny thong panties. Spreading her slim legs as wide as she could, she took my hand and placed it on her swollen mound. “See, I’m all wet and juicy for you”, she moaned. “Rub my pussy! Get your finger wet and rub it up at the top where my little girl sticks out! Oh! I wish you could lick it like Elle does!”

The image that brought to mind hardened me so much that it was really painful. I retrieved my hand from her teenage crotch-sauna. Pushing up the leg of my shorts, I released my cock – already sporting a bead of pre-cum on the tip – and allowed it to flop against my little lover’s cheek. (It was clear that our relationship had become far more personal than simply an uncle/niece thing). Then I reached back over and rubbed her swollen vulva for a few moments before gently inserting two fingers between her lips.

“Get them good and wet, baby.”

Madison grabbed my fingers with one small hand, sucking on them avidly while rubbing herself with the other. Then she lathered them liberally with saliva. Directing my hand back to her girlhood, she positioned my fingers the way she wanted them, then put her small hand on top of mine and began grinding them into her surprisingly hard little clit. Turning her head to the side, she began kissing and licking my rigid cock. A big drop of pre-cum slid down the side, and she touched her soft tongue to it with an enthusiastic “Mmmmm!”