Chapter 7

Beth turned from the telephone, a frown upon her face. Eddie looked up from his sandwich and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh damn," his auntie said. "Just when we're really getting rolling, this has to happen. Do you kids remember your Uncle Bradley, Brad McKeever? Our older brother, your mother's and mine, and normally I'd be delighted to have him drop by for a short visit, but not right now. But he's in town and on his way here from the airport. It will spoil everything, damn it."

Linda said, "Why? Is he a real drag, or something?"

Beth walked back to the table and sat down. "He's a pretty good guy, I guess, and quite attractive; divorced and no children. But he certainly wouldn't understand what's going on here - the three of us screwing. And I just can't stop loving you kids, not even for a day or two."

Eddie nodded. "It might be dangerous to try sneaking around him."

"Oh, I don't know," Linda mused. "He's a man, isn't he? If dear Uncle Brad is capable of raising a hard, I think I can help him get it up."

Beth stared. "You mean - seduce him, too? I don't know about that, darling. Not that Brad isn't all male; he certainly seems to be - but possibly he won't go for incest, or even a young girl. But it's a terrific idea, anyhow. If he could be brought into our little circle-"

"Sure," Linda went on, "we could all ball each other; four instead of three. And I think you're digging the idea of fucking your brother."

Eddie watched his aunt's pale blue eyes and saw them slide to one side, saw the hot lights growing in them. Beth said slowly, "Well - I'll admit the idea sounds interesting now. Only days ago, I would have denied any sexual attraction for my own brother, but I've learned a lot of things since then. Yes, Linda; I'd very much like to screw Brad."

"Okay, then," the girl said in rising excitement, her pert breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath. "What have we got to lose? If you'll feed him a few drinks and leave me alone with Uncle Brad, the rest is up to me. If he backs off, we'll just have to forget making it together until he's gone again. But if he's got a pair of balls and isn't too straight and all uptight, then I should be able to get him fucking. I have a feeling that a lot of older people would really dig screwing younger kids if they get the chance."

Beth straightened up and her translucent dressing gown hung open past her marvelous high breasts. "You're right, darling. We'll try it - and Eddie and I can be off on the fringes somewhere, seeing if you make it. But right now, I suppose we'd all better get dressed; we wouldn't want to shock him at first sight."

They were all quite proper when Brad McKeever arrived, but Eddie noticed that his sister wore no bra, that her piquant little tits were pushing alluringly against a thin tee shirt, and that her hip-huggers called attention to the trimness of her saucy ass.

Brad was a big guy, about forty, Eddie figured; he had a streak of grey in the dark brown hair, and his eyes were a deep hazel. He seemed open and grinned a lot, and Eddie caught a whiff of booze on his breath when the man shook hands with him.

Over a drink, Brad said, "Glad to see you've got company, Beth; I was worried about you being alone too damned much after Paul died. And you kids look great - all healthy and full of life. Last time I saw you, you were little babies. Your mother and dad doing okay?"

"Just fine," Eddie answered, seeing how his uncle's eyes kept wandering to Linda's breasts. No guy could help looking, he thought, because Linda kept lifting them and shoving her pointy nipples out. She was also making certain the guy noticed the lithe rolling of her trim hips.

Beth poured more drinks, and the talk turned to a bunch of remember-whens that Eddie wasn't interested in but pretended to be. Linda sat beside him on the couch and whispered in his ear: "He's groovy. I wonder if his prick matches the rest of him."

"You cool it," Eddie whispered back. "Don't screw it up; wait until Beth gets him pretty sloshed."

And half an hour later, Brad was feeling no pain. Beth said something about seeing to dinner since the servants had the weekend off, and Eddie followed her from the room. Linda stayed behind, her elfin face showing her eagerness to begin what could be a wild new affair. In the hallway and reasonably out of sight, Eddie and Beth lingered to watch her approach.

It was direct enough, for the girl lolled her hips up to the man seated on the barstool and smiled. "You look like a bunch of man, Uncle Brad. What was with your divorce - your wife didn't swing in bed?"

Brad blinked down at her. "Something like that."

She leaned her flat belly against his knees and gave him a closer look at her firm young breasts as the nipples rose against the thin barrier of Linda's tee shirt. "You wouldn't have that trouble with me."

The man stared. "You're kind of young to come on this heavy, aren't you? I've heard kids were starting in pretty young, but-"

"Oh, I've only screwed one guy so far," Linda purred, pressing temptation against Brad's knees, letting him feel the heat of her little mound. "But I'd like to take on a grownup man. Like you, Uncle Brad - if you have the guts; and the nuts."

"I'll be damned," he said hoarsely. "You really put it up front, don't you? But look, you're my own sister's kid, and so young-"

"And you've been staring at my tits from the moment you walked in," Linda said. "Have you ever fucked a young chick like me? Don't you want to?"

The man glanced at the hallway and Eddie shrank back against the wall, pulling Beth behind him. He heard Brad say, "You little teaser; that's what you're doing - teasing. You know damned well nothing can happen to you here, with Beth and your brother around."

"No way," Linda said, suddenly whipping the tee shirt up over her head so that her small but impudent tits sprang free and naked. They'll be gone awhile, shopping for dinner. We have plenty of time, and I can see that bulge in your pants."

Brad pulled her to him, opening his knees to fit her slim body between them, and brought his big hands around to cover the sweet moundings of her breasts. "All right, you little bitch."

Beth's whisper tingled into Eddie's ear. "She's done it! My brother is about to fuck her."

"Shhh," Eddie warned. "If he hears us, it'll freeze him. Let's just keep quiet and watch." He could feel the soft pressure of his auntie's tits against his back, and smell the musk of her perfume. But his attention was fixed upon the scene unfolding in the living room, where his uncle was just about to fuck his younger sister.

Linda had stepped back from the man and was kicking out of her jeans, showing that she wore no panties, showing the magnetic gleaming of her fleecy pubic mound. Brad climbed off the stool, and Eddie saw the huge lump in the guy's pants; his uncle had one hell of a big prick, he thought, and worried if Linda could take it all.

But his sister was fascinated by the man, and trembled as she waited impatiently for him to shed his clothing, her eyes hungering for the first glimpse of that massive cock. Linda looked very lovely, her skin glossy, and the clean-limbed lines of her nubile body most appealing.

Brad threw away his shorts and advanced on the girl, his big, wide body hairy and muscled, his prick thick and long, with a purple knob and great, dangling balls. Eddie could see the engorged veins writhing along the massive shaft, and the glistening of the swollen head with its readying droplet of pre- seminal fluid oozing. It seemed far too big for his sister's exquisite little snatch, and Eddie hoped it wouldn't hurt her.

"Okay," Brad was muttering. "You want to get fucked, this big cock will do it, kid."

"It's-it's beautiful!" Linda murmured, entranced. "So big - so heavy and long. Oh wow - I've never seen a prick this size."

Brad scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the couch. "You're a sweet little chick" he said, "and we're starting even. I never screwed a girl as small and young as you before. I'll take it easy, Linda."