Chapter 5

"Martin," Jacqui said, her pretty forehead creased with lines of concern, "we just can't go on."

The tall youth plopped down on a chair and looked at his aunt, sitting with her legs primly crossed on the living room sofa. Her auburn hair was drawn back into an orange scarf bound around her head, making her face look austere as well as lovely. "That's not what you were saying yesterday."

He grinned at the way she flushed. Jacqui dropped her eyes. "I know," she said softly. "But that was yesterday. What I say in the heat of passion is one thing. But in the cold light of day... Martin, I'm afraid of you. The way you acted yesterday -- tying me up, spanking me. I'm afraid you might want to go farther."

She looked up. His green eyes met her amber ones challengingly. "Is it me you're scared of?" he asked quietly. "Or yourself?"

A muscle worked in Jacqui's satin cheek. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said hollowly.

"You got off on being tied up and spanked yesterday. Don't try to deny it -- I know. You resisted at first, but once you got into it, you couldn't get enough!"

"That's not true!"

Martin laughed at her. She turned her face away. Her cheeks were burning. "Still," she said, "I want to break it off right here and now. I don't want to have an affair with you, Martin. I'm afraid of you, regardless of how I may have acted yesterday. And you -- you're my nephew! It's incest."

"Was it any less incest yesterday? Or the night before? I sure didn't ask you to come waltzing in while I was taking a bath, stark naked and one hundred percent hot to trot!"

"Stop it! Stop it!" Jacqui buried her face in her hands.

For a long moment she sat like that. Then she drew a shuddering breath. "You probably wouldn't understand," she told her nephew, "but, when I was married to your uncle, I got used to having sex all the time -- as much as I wanted. After the divorce, all that was over. I hadn't had a man in months. I couldn't take it any more. I was like a starving person with a platter of roast beef sitting right in front of my nose, that I knew I wasn't supposed to touch. After a long enough time, the temptation got to be too much!"

Martin's lips quirked around a crooked smile. "So, once you got your belly or your pussy full -- "

"Don't say that!" There was a pause, and then something landed on the coffee table in front of the librarian. She looked up to see her nephew standing over her, his mouth set in a grim line.

A yellow packet lay on the table. "Pick it up," Martin told her. With trembling fingers she obeyed. "Open it."

Her slender fingers pulled out a stack of slick paper squares. She stared at them for a minute without comprehending. Then she realized what they were. With a little gasp she dropped them onto the table.

Martin bent to scoop them smoothly up. "Don't you want to look at them, Aunt Jacqui?" he asked. "I got home early from school so I could develop them before you got through at the library."

With his thumb he shuffled through the stack of photographs. "Pretty good, I think, for a camera working off an automatic trip device. Good resolution, sharp focus and how they show the action!" He dealt them onto the table as though they were playing cards. "Look at this one. Touching, isn't it, you cradling my head against those luscious tits of yours like a newborn babe." He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "And here, you bent over to take it in from behind. Look close -- you can see about an inch and a half of my prick, poling into that juicy ecstasy as you feel my big old pecker fucking into your ass. See what I mean about the quality of these pictures? You can see how hard your nipples are!"

Jacqui shook her head from side to side. "What are you doing this for?" she asked, her voice edged with the beginning hysteria. "Why are you showing me these pictures?"

The tip of Martin's tongue protruded from between his lips, as though he were deep in concentration. "And this," he said unconcernedly, laying down another photo. "You rolling around under my belt, with my cock poking into your belly. And here -- dig this one, with my come dribbling out your asshole! And here I am, lapping it up while you wag your ass and moan -- mmmmm! It was all I could do this afternoon not to stop and whack off every couple of minutes, these pictures are so hot!"

He dropped the packet of photos on the table and looked up at his aunt. "Why am I doing this?" he asked, as if only just hearing her question. "Because I had an idea you might not want to continue fucking me. And I just wanted you to see, auntie dear, that you don't have any choice!"

Jacqui sat back stunned. "What do you mean?" she asked in a hoarse croak.

Her nephew eyed her languidly. She couldn't help noticing the telltale bulge in his crotch -- he was getting horny, both from looking at his collection of snapshots and his aunt's discomfort. "Do you need to ask? What do you think would happen if people got a look at some of these shots?" He held one up, between thumb and forefinger. "Like this little beauty, with you waving your leg in the air and fucking yourself like there's no tomorrow. What would people say, I wonder?"

Jacqui glared at him, anger mingling with the panic that gripped her. She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell with his blackmail. Then she stopped.

What would people say? How long would she keep her job at the library, if her superiors got an envelope in the morning mail of her wantonly fucking her seventeen-year old nephew? With that bastard Vic Edwards, her ex, already several months behind on the alimony payments, what would she do for money if she lost that job?

But that wasn't the worst. What would her sister say, if she saw that Jacqui had seduced her son? The very idea made her belly turn cold.

"Damn you," was all she could say. "Damn you!"

Martin grinned and patted her shoulder. "It's not as bad as you think," he said. "Come on down to the basement and I'll show you."

"What?" she asked bitterly. "Another surprise like the one yesterday?" But she had no choice but to follow her nephew down the stairs. Her thoughts were confused and her pulse was thumping in her ears. What was in store for her? Where would it end?

"All right," she said as the came out of the stairwell. Her spirit was coming back. She planted her feet and stood with her hands defiantly on her hips. Her breasts rose and fell unsteadily beneath the pale-green blouse of her pants suit. "What is it you have to show me?"

Martin turned in the doorway to his darkroom and waved past her. "Hello, Ms. Hyde," a voice came from behind. "I really liked your pictures!"

Jacqui spun with her heart in her mouth. A tall gangly youth in security guard's uniform stood in the rec area twisting his uniform cap in his hands. Jacqui took a step backwards. She bumped hard against her nephew's broad chest.

"I think you know my friend, Charles Farley," Martin said, taking hold of her upper arms. "I though you might like a little variety in your love life -- what with you being sex-starved and all."

"Wait!" Jacqui tried to twist free, but his hands were like steel clamps. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, but I am!" He gave her a hearty push. There was a loud tearing noise as she staggered and fell against the other young man's skinny chest. Her light green blouse was torn open, baring a shoulder and a tit in its white bra cup. Farley laughed and yanked the garment the rest of the way from her cringing body.

"That's the way, Chuck," Martin said. "Hold her arms while I get her out of those pants!"

Jacqui fought with desperate strength, but Chuck had her arms pinned securely behind her back. Martin closed in, turning his body aside to block the knee his aunt aimed at his groin, and reached out to grab the waist of her pants behind her back. He pulled pants and panties over her churning buttocks, lifting her legs as he stripped her. "No! Help -- somebody help me!" Jacqui screamed in full-throated terror. "They're going to rape me!"

White legs thrashed at the air. The furry brown triangle of her cunt winked between her flashing thighs. "Wow!" Chuck whistled appreciatively. "She looks better in real life, don't she?"

Whistling, Martin nodded. He had his belt off. He'd run the leather strap through the buckle till he had a small noose. "Turn her around," he said. Chuck did. Martin eyed her bare back, the inward curves of her waist, the full, firm buttcheeks, now taut with fear.

Naked but for her brassiere, Jacqui felt Martin slip the noose over her wrists and pull it tight, then wrap his belt around and around her arms, binding them tightly behind her back. "Yi!" she yelped as he goosed her. Then she tore from Chuck's grip and spun to face her nephew.

"You'll pay for this!" she gritted. "No matter what it takes, I'll get you back for this -- you, and this grinning idiot friend of yours!"

Martin winked over her shoulder at his friend. Then they hoisted her naked, squirming body up and carried her into the rec room. There was a low bench Martin used for his weight lifting, and they laid her across that on her back. Her tits jutted at the ceiling. The bra had slipped so it barely concealed her nipples from her captor's lusting gazes.

Chuck was already unzipping his pants. His holstered pistol thumped onto the floor as he pulled his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his heavy black shoes. Jacqui looked down between her jugs to see Martin pulling his shirt off over his head. He had his pants off too, and his hard cock stuck out.

"You're getting a pig in a poke," he leered at his friend as he ran his fingers lightly over her belly, to pet the forested bulge of her pussy. "I've fucked the lady's ass and cunt and eaten her hot little box, but I don't know how well she sucks cock." He took his prick in one hand and ran its head down the bone-dry lips of his aunt's cunt. "Probably pretty good!"

Jacqui lay her head back to look at her other tormentor. Chuck's prick stuck out over her upturned face. She stared at it despite herself. It was nowhere near the fat log Martin's prick was, but it was a good inch longer. It was the longest, skinniest prick she'd ever seen!

She felt her nephew thumbing open her pussy slit. "Ooooooooooh!" she moaned, as he planted the head of his cock between her twat lips and began to shove his prick up her ungreased cunt.

Chuck pulled the scarf off her head, letting her auburn hair hang free. He wrapped one hand in it. With the other he took hold of his prick and expertly bent it toward the captive's open mouth.

Fascinated, Jacqui watched the stiff prick approach her face. It bent in the middle like no cock she'd ever seen. Then the smirking youth, his uniform shirttails hanging down to his crotch, popped the head of his prick right between her lips.

Jacqui moaned. The upper side of Chuck's cockhead was pressing against her teeth. He gasped happily at the way her hot breath washed over his cock.