Chapter 2

After leaving Suzie's bedroom Russ Redford had returned to his own room. He ordered himself a stiff drink, showered and changed into a cool shirt and pants. Stepping outside once again he noticed that a cool breeze had sprung up from the ocean, reminding him that the afternoon was drawing into the evening. Russ Redford was hopping mad, he just plain wasn't used to a woman treating him this way, that bitch, that motherfucking cunt of a cockteaser. Shit! His blood boiled every time he thought of her, he would revenge himself, he would get back at that bitch, she would have to pay somehow... but how... ?

Russ turned a bend in the path and headed towards the old Teahouse, it was deserted now. At one time it must have been very beautiful, apparently years ago they had held dances out here but it had long since fallen into disrepair. Yes, the Teahouse was a good place to plan his revenge, it was quiet there, he could really think.

Oh Christ! Damnit! Russ could see a couple silhouetted against the windowpane in an obviously passionate embrace. Oh God! Wasn't there anywhere a man could go to get away from fucking. Everywhere you turned someone was sticking something into someone and that fucking cunt... yes, that fucking bitch--he wished she was here right now so that he could ram her up against the wall until she choked.

As Russ neared the building he felt his cock stirring just from the sight of the couple, he approached the building cautiously from the side so as not to disturb them. He pressed himself up against the wall closely and peered around the window to see them. And then, Good God! Shit! It was Suzie's niece Wendy and his nephew Mike... necking like there was no tomorrow.

Russ couldn't believe his eyes, Wendy was so like Suzie and Mike was so like himself that it was like watching himself make love... Holy Shit! The sight was so erotic he felt himself begin to get a hard-on. He pressed himself closer to the window to hear what was going on.

"Mike, don't... please..." he heard Wendy whisper. Holy crap the bitch was as uptight as her aunt.

"Oh Wendy, Wendy, it's sooo good to kiss you... it feels so right... so beautiful... please don't turn me away, please," Christ! Don't beg, Russ thought to himself, just take her, just take what you need.

"Oh Mike we've got to stop. I'm excited, don't lets go any further, it's not right Mike, it's not right." Wendy pushed Mike away from her in an effort to get him to stop but it made him want her all the more.

"Please Wendy, please let me hold you a few minutes more."

"No Mike... no..."

Mike stiffled Wendy's protests with his lips and pressed her even closer to his body.

"Ohhhhh, Mike! Mmmmmm!" Russ heard the young girl moan.

Russ stood at the window rooted to the ground... he knew he should leave and give the kids their privacy but he found himself unable to do so. He felt his penis harden and press wantonly against his pants in sympathy with his nephew's desire of the young girl. God, she was gorgeous.

So like her aunt, her long black, oriental hair so like Suzie's, to see her entwined in the arms of his nephew like that, it was so erotic somehow. To see their eager, young bodies pressed so closely together with all the passion and abandonment of two wildly aroused adults.

Russ Redford watched the young girl and picked up waves of electricity oozing out of her. He felt the arousal of her loins and his started to ache, he wanted... he wanted to fuck her too. What a hot bitch she'll be one day, he mused.

Wendy was thirteen years old and built like a fully mature woman. Underneath her bluejeans her buttocks were round and firm and pressed against the cloth invitingly. She had almond shaped eyes just like Suzie's of the deep chocolate brown color that just seemed to hypnotize the pants right off you. Her hair was long and straight and deep, deep black like the ocean at night. Her breasts, so firm and tantalizingly peeking almost out of the thin halter top she was wearing. She pressed herself into Mike, thrusting her hips into him, driving him just out of his mind, his thighs so ripe and ready to receive her.

Russ noticed that his breath was coming harder as he watched the couple and he moved nervously back from the window lest he should be seen. Looking down he saw a small patch of wetness spreading from his already pulsating penis. Damn it! He was aroused. A full-grown man with a hard-on from just looking at a couple of kids. A couple of very erotic kids however, especially the girl.

Russ took his attention off the girl and looked at Mike. He had to keep his lust in check somehow, the girl was just arousing him way too much. Mike was a good looking boy, fine body, golden tan from this vacation. His body was lithe and he wore a tank top which revealed his already beautifully developed muscles, and shorts that really showed off his strong and good-looking legs.

Russ took a really good look at his ass which could be seen quite clearly through the thin material of his shorts, he was so beautiful, it was obscene. He was really a lot like his father, Russ's brother who had been killed in an automobile accident when Mike was ten. The boy's chestnut brown curly hair hung almost to his shoulders and his fine, sensitive face was twisted now in anxious desire.

Russ could see the bulge in his nephews pants as he passionately embraced the girl's voluptuous body, they kissed passionately, long, hard kisses. Russ felt his cock jump with desire and as he saw Mike's hand cupping the girl's full round breast, he felt like he would burst his pants. His sperm boiled and he could almost feel his cock rubbing up and down the warm crevice of the girl's clitoris. Now the older man began to imagine his aching penis sliding up into Wendy Wong's tight, virginal little cunt... Holy Shit! what sweet revenge... what pleasure and what sweet revenge! he thought.

Then suddenly Wendy pushed Mike roughly away.

"No more!" Now she was crying and screaming... "Oh Mike, I love you so much... but... but--"

"Please Wendy, please... we're not kids and I love you, I really do. It's alright to make it when you love, it really is alright. Fuck this goddamn virginity anyway..."

"I want it, I really want it so bad I can almost taste it Mike, but I'm scared. I just don't know what to do, I'm really scared."

"Goddamn! I can't take anymore of this," Russ heard Mike mutter... "I'm going out of my mind, I can't take anymore." As Russ pressed himself closer to the window he saw Mike slam the door of the Teahouse behind him, leaving Wendy alone.

Wendy threw herself on the floor, she just didn't know what to do, she had never experienced anything like this before. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her breast. Mike had walked out on her, maybe he'd never come back... what was she going to do, maybe she'd never see him again and it would be all her fault. He'd go off and find another girl. probably one who wasn't so uptight. She felt an incredible surge of pain shoot through her heart, she really loved him, she really wanted him but she was scared, that was all, she was just plain scared.

Suzie has told her over and over again, don't trust a man, they get in you panties, full your pussy with cum and then dump you. They're all alike, sexually driven brutes, not one was any better than the other. She didn't want her heart broken like her aunt's.

Wendy sobbed, she didn't want to lose Mike either. Her body ached again to feel his young body close to hers, to feel his hard cock inside of her. She knew it would be good, it was so sensitive and gentle. Oh God... there was that feeling again, that wild feeling between her legs... she gently began to rub the aroused little nipple of her clitoris, closing her eyes she thought of Mike and his great cock rubbing against her cunt... and--

Suddenly she heard a sound behind her, she sat up quickly and turned around, hastily tidying her hair and drying her eyes.

"Hello, who's there?" she asked cautiously.

"Oh, hi Wendy..." Russ Redford smiled casually... "I didn't realize there was anybody in here... I needed to be alone for a while and I thought of this place, it's usually deserted... Gee, hope I didn't disturb your peace and quiet."

Wendy smiled warmly at Russ. "Oh, no really, that's alright, come in, I don't mind, really." If only she could confide in him, it would be so comforting to be able to talk to someone older. It was pointless in talking to her aunt, she was so unhappy herself, how could he possibly understand how she felt. Don't ever give in to a man, same old answer. Oh, God! She needed to talk to someone. "Do you mind if I keep you company for a few minutes Wendy?"

"Not at all, please do." Wendy looked at Russ and realized he really was a very sweet man, of course she could confide in him.

"Actually, I could use some advice and help," the young girl replied eagerly.

Russ Redford walked toward her and sat down beside her on the floor. "Of course, my dear, anything I can do to help you." Russ felt his eyes immediately drawn to her breasts, so firm, so young, so inviting. He patted her slender young legs and noticed as he did so the delicious curve of her buttocks peeking out of her cutoff jeans. "Now honey, tell me what's the matter?"

Wendy stared at her boyfriend's uncle, she felt hopeless and at a loss for words, how could she put her problem into words. She found herself feeling very afraid and realized that she just didn't know quite how to tell him what was bothering her. She slid her evocative eyes towards him, noticing how well his pants fit his muscular body and just how beautiful he really was, a shudder of excitement shot through her body and her flesh tingled in unexpected delight.

"Gee... Wendy... you're not in trouble are you, you and Mike haven't done anything you shouldn't have you?"

"No... No..." and then she broke down sobbing... "Oh, Mr. Redford, I just don't know what to do... I just don't understand, I'm so confused about... about..." she hesitated, now knowing how to continue.

"About what, Wendy," Rus Redford prompted the young girl.

"About... sex!" The last word tumbling out of Wendy's mouth in tones of unexpected reverence. "Sex, you know?"

"Um, yes I know," Russ retorted, feeling a curious surge of excitement. "I'm not all that old you know! I haven't lost interest in it myself yet and I'm not too old that I don't remember what it was like at your age... Sex isn't dirty, or shameful Wendy, everybody has sex lives and there's no use trying to hide the fact. Did your aunt teach you that sex was dirty Wendy, is that why you're so afraid? Did she teach you that it was wrong?"

Wendy felt a lump in her throat she was so choked with emotion, she couldn't answer. She just nodded her head. Russ held her in his arms in an attempt to comfort her.

"Sex is beautiful baby girl, it's not wrong," he said gently but firmly. "Sex is the most beautiful thing that can happen between two people and especially if its really good, it can't be wrong."

Russ felt the excitement rush through his veins, he felt as if his blood were on a slow but definite boil. Holy Shit, this is wildly erotic, he thought. Wendy's firm young body nestling between his muscular arms was playing havoc with his emotions. He gazed at the innocent girl and felt a great affection for her... no... not for revenge... this would be pleasure, pure pleasure, pure sweet pleasure.

God! he hadn't fucked a virgin in years and the thought of her tender young, tight little pussy made his desire more and more acute. His cock was pushing against his pants in an effort to get to that sensitive little hymen tucked inside those cute jeans of hers, in fact he could almost feel her throbbing in anticipation too. He pressed her closer into his chest, feeling her young breasts straining at the thin little halter top she was wearing until the little buds of her tender pink nipples almost popped out. He thrust his leg into hers and ever through his pants could feel her lithe, taute limbs. By God, this girl would be more of a conquest than her aunt.

His aching cock throbbed violently against his pants and Russ's devious mind began to concoct a scheme to bring this fresh nubile girl under his power. He felt her shiver and press herself into him. "Ohhhhh, I could die, I'm so unhappy, I just don't know what to do," the girl sobbed uncontrollably.

"Well, my dear, you should try to be a little more objective, take a broader look at the situation The first thing, is not to do anything impulsive." Russ Redford was certainly proud of the calm, soothing quality of his voice.

"H-how do you mean?" Wendy sniffed, wiping her eyes.

"Well... honey... look at it this way. Maybe you just weren't ready for Mike, he's just a young boy you know, perhaps he wasn't able to prepare you properly. The first time a girl makes love, its really important that she be led up to the act of making love in the right kind of way. Your aunt hasn't helped the way you react also, she's been without a man for quite a while and her experiences with men haven't been too great. Her view is pretty unrealistic though, not all men are alike, not all men are brutal." Russ Redford squeezed the girl's hand affectionately and continued...

"Now look Wendy, you kids nowadays are much freerer in your thoughts than when we were young, so why not in your bodies too. Your aunt and I are of another generation altogether yet I believe pretty much the way you kids do today."

Wendy's head was beginning to ache, she was so confused, so many feelings surging through her young body and Mr. Redford... well... she just didn't know what to think, his talk was unnerving her. She felt a whole lot better though in one way if only she weren't so confused, and yet she did feel open to a new direction.

Russ Redford suddenly noticed something gleaming in the corner of the room, if it was what he though it was, it was too good to be true. The sunlight was reflecting off... yes... off a bottle. Holy shit, yes, it was a still half-full bottle of brandy. Nothing better to loosen up a young virgin than a little drink, just the ticket.

"Here angel-girl, look what Father Christmas left us, a little bit of something to help us unwind." Russ took a long swig and handed it to Wendy. "This will surely help you to relax," he smiled reassuringly.

Wendy took a sip of the liquor, ohhhhh, it made her feel so warm inside, in fact she began to feel quite sensual. She shyly looked at the older man as he sat down beside her again, she really didn't know if she could trust Mr. Redford, he was behaving a little strangely, after all giving liquor to a young girl like herself. She realized however, that her aunt's Victorian ethics hadn't brought her any happiness and even though she was scared this very minute, she was feeling happy. Oh dear she didn't know what to do or think. She put the bottle down on the floor. "It feels so good and warm in my stomach, but I'd better not drink any more Mr. Redford, really I'd better not."

"Now Wendy dear, that's the way you're supposed to feel when you drink brandy, it's nothing to worry your sweet little head about. Now you just listen to me young lady, and have another sip."

The older man and the young girl sat quietly in the gathering dusk, the last remnants of the sun was filtering through the room and they began to feel a magnetic pull towards each others bodies. At last the sun sank below the horizon and the room was plunged into darkness. Wendy picked up the bottle again and took a long, slow draught, feeling it ooze and slide through her body, she felt good, she felt really good. She turned and looked at her boyfriend's uncle, her tongue slowly licking the remnants of the brandy upon her lips.

Russ Redford gently rubbed the young girl's back. "Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Um, quite better, thank you," she confessed.

Russ laughed gently, "Just leave it to me, I've got a cure for everything."

Feeling braver now from the alcohol, the girl snuggled closer to Mr. Redford. She looked at him from her young eyes, growing older and more mature by the minute, he was so much like Mike, really, he was quite amazing, it was almost as if she was with Mike this very minute. Wendy felt a strange feeling of excitement welling up inside of her, yes he was so attractive and capable...

Suddenly Wendy realised it was getting late, maybe they should get back to the hotel for dinner but somehow she just couldn't move, it was as if she was rooted to the spot. She didn't want to leave the warm comfort of Mr. Redford's arms, that was it. They'd be noticed as absent from the dinner table though... it would look strange... And then, oh hell! she thought... feeling warm and tingly all over.

Russ Redford sensed the girl's thoughts and pulled her closer to him, as if to say... not yet angel girl... not yet. Wendy's body was beginning to respond to his touch and he found his hand sliding down over her breast and taking the firm nipple between his fingers, even through the thick cloth of her halter he could feel how responsive she was. His other hand slid over her belly and began to massage her slowly and seductively. Wendy began to moan in response to the older man's touch, the feeling she had experienced with Mike now began to return to her loins and oh, now she could feel his hands working their way underneath the cloth of her halter top, and cupping her full firm breast in his hand he began to massage her. Wendy felt trapped, she couldn't breath, what was happening to her. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't quell the longing in her body, it was flaming up between her thighs, she ached, she wanted, she desired... ohhhhhh! She twisted on the floor, she had to get a grip on herself.