"Oh, darling," she whispered to him a few minutes later as they were dressing. "I hope that's not the last time we'll ever fuck."
"Don't worry," he laughed as they left to join the other guests on the patio. "You haven't seen the last of this cock."
When they'd gone, Barbie scampered back to the privacy of her own room. Fingering her horny little twat as the lay in bed, the lovely girl dreamed of the day that her handsome uncle might fuck her.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day, Sunday, the family had breakfast together on the terrace. Unable to get last night's fucking out of her mind, Barbie could hardly look at her uncle. She trembled like a leaf every time she thought about his beautiful big prick.
"Jay," said Susan, turning to her teenage son. "You haven't forgotten that you're driving me over to Millford today, have you?"
"No, Mom." He smiled. "I remembered it."
Jay was an extremely quiet young man who devoted almost all of his time to books and school. He was well-built and quite handsome, but girls and sports held no interest for him. At eighteen, he'd never been out with a girl, preferring to spend his time in study.
"When will you be back?" Dave asked his wife.
"Not until this evening," answered Susan.
Later that morning, as Dave and Barbie sat in the living room reading the Sunday paper, the girl kept nervously looking at her uncle. Having seen his big, naked cock last night, she was finding it strangely exciting to be alone in the house with the extremely handsome man.
There had been several occasions that summer when she'd caught her uncle ogling her, especially when she was skimpily attired. He always seemed to get flustered when she caught him staring at her. Sometimes Barbie was almost convinced that the man was actually lusting for her, even if she was his niece and only a teenager.