"You're lovely!" he said, his voice low and husky sounding.

"How can a girl be lovely there?" she breathed, remembering how she'd heard her father talking about womankind. How nasty he thought they were.

"I said you're lovely. And Wade Johnson don't ever lie." Wade grinned. "Leastwise not to his own niece." The word niece shuck fear through Brenda's heart. Incest!

"Ohhhhh Wade, you've got to stop. I want to get up and dress and…"

"I want to keep you here a little longer," he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back down on the bouncy mattress. His mouth returned to the quivering flesh of her inner thigh and as he sucked and licked her there Brenda began to writhe. His tongue was flicking dangerously close to the dripping lips of her pussy. And then she felt him lick her there, parting the wet blond hair, parting the swollen outer lips to expose pink, dainty tissues that were hidden before. She groaned and her hips rolled instinctively.

"Nhhhooo, ohhh Wade, this is awful!"

"Don't fight me Brenda darling," he whispered. "I'm going to eat you like a hungry old wolf eats a rabbit."

"Ghhod nhhhoooo!" she whined, wiggling up on the bed. Wade grabbed her hips and pulled her back down. His mouth was suddenly pressing against her vulva. Brenda had never felt anything so hot, so soft, so shudderingly wonderful. But she fought to recover her willpower, fought like a drowning person fights for the surface. She tried to close her thighs only to find her uncle's head in the way. He made a sucking sound with his lips and went up between her crevice with his tongue.

Brenda brought her ass up from the bed. She was holding her breath, her eyes rolling in her head. Oh, she'd used her finger on herself. She'd used brush handles and bottles and everything else under the sun, pretending that they were something else. But her uncle's tongue was making a friction that could only be described as exquisite. She couldn't keep from plunging her hips now as he licked with the flat of his tongue across her clitoris.