"Have a nice night," he said and shut the door again.
"What did he mean by that?" Janey hissed as the elevator descended with a noisy clinking sound.
"Not a damn thing," Nat laughed. "You sure are jumpy."
"Nat, I'm drunk. That's what I think I am. And I'm scared. I don't want to go in this room with you…" But Nat had already worked the key and he pushed her in before closing and locking the door behind. It was pleasantly cool inside. The wind blew a curtain out. Janey crossed the worn, clean carpet and looked out over the lights of Warton. She was still having a hard time walking and every so often the room seemed to spin. Nat came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. Immediately the now familiar thrills ran through her legs and belly. She gasped, tried to grab his wrists again. But she had come with him of her own free will, hadn't she? Or had he gotten her drunk first and then braced his attentions? Rut none of that mattered now. The one thing she had to remember was the fact that they were kin. She was a virgin and her uncle wanted to fuck her in that seedy hotel room above the street.
"Noooo! Don't touch me anymore, Nat."
"You're beautiful, Jane. You've grown into a woman. You're only nineteen but you're really a woman…"
"No, I'm not. I'm a scared girl." She turned and put her hands against his shoulders to keep him a foot away. "I've never done it with a man before. And I don't want to do it with you either. Not with my very own uncle…"
Nat pulled her wrists behind her back and then kissed her neck. She tossed her head to make it harder for him, but he kept kissing, anyway. Then he nibbled at her earlobe. He licked and sucked the reddened lobe. She whimpered weakly and felt herself being pushed towards the bed. They fell across it, Nat on top. Her breasts felt hot and soft under him. He worked her shirt open like he'd done in that bar. She felt her breast licked, it still hung free from her bra and Nat was trying to get the other cup loose. He pinned both her hands with one of his while he worked on her clothing.
"You… you… awful, terrible… ohhh, Nat… nooooo!"
"I can see you're gonna have to be hog-tied so I can convince you of what you really want."
"Noooo… don't do that… Nat!" She felt him wrapping her bra around her wrists. She was on her belly on the bed, Nat straddling her around her ass as he worked the knots tight. Through the fear Janey experienced the strangest thrill. The thrill of being bound with her own undergarment. But that was perverse! What was wrong with her? What was happening in this seedy hotel room? Nat jerked the knotted bra tight and rolled her over. Her cowboy shirt lay open to expose her shoulders, breasts and belly. Nat put a hand on the snap of her jeans, paused.
"You're magnificent!" he whispered, licking his lips. "You've got a shape most women would give their clit for."
"Why do you say such terrible things," Jane cried, thrusting her head to one side, closing her eyes. Her long, dark hair was tangled across her neck and lay gracefully on one, heaving tit. Nat bent to kiss the brown nipple that jutted through the curls.
"Baby, you'll be changing your mind in a little bit." He sucked the nubbin of flesh between his teeth and nibbled slowly. Despite her desire to remain unmoved, Janey couldn't keep her hips from rolling against the mattress. She writhed like a snake as the sensations made her skin crawl. Then Nat jerked her jeans open and yanked them down over her hips. She bent her knees sharply to try and foil him, but he only laughed and worked the tight denims the rest of the way off. She felt like fading into the bed itself as she watched the look on Nat's face. He was staring at the nylon panties that had slipped up between the lips of her cunt. She knew they were probably damp. And when Nat cased the sheer material from her pussy, it peeled away with a wet, sticky sound. She tried to kick him but he caught her ankle and then jerked her under wear the tea of the way off.
"I hate you! I despise you!"
"I think I might love you," he laughed, holding her knees apart as he kissed the trembling white flesh. Janey moaned and squirmed as the sensation of his hot mouth began to destroy her defenses. He was licking a line up the inside of one thigh. He would be at her pussy in just a few more seconds. Jane gave a cry of despair. She didn't think she could bear it if he actually touched her cunt with his lips! She'd once imagined a man doing that to her. It was something that only sex maniacs did, wasn't it?
"Noooo! Not there! Don't… Nat… ohh, God… ohhh, jessssus!"
There was a soft, sucking sound as his tongue opened the plump cuntlips. Then his mouth sucked the juicy blossom as he discovered her clit and began to excite it with tantalizing licks.
Jane had her legs straight out on the bed. As the unbelievable thrill spread through her, dainty cleft, she pushed her heels further into the mattress. Her body stiffened and began to shake uncontrollably. The tickly goodness rose inside her until she thought she was going mad. And then she let out a shuddering cry of lust and plunged her open pussy up and down against the searching, teasing mouth of her uncle. In less than a minute she'd come and was still coming!
"Ohhhh… ohhhhh, don't stop now… never stop… never… ohhh, shit… ohhh, fuck!"
She rolled her full hips wildly, thrusting and rubbing and gouging her delicate cunt against Nat's loving mouth. All those years of holding back, of pretending she really possessed no sexuality ended now, ended with her uncle's mouth pressed against her cunt, sucking as he rubbed her fingers over her nipples.
Jane realized that her hands hurt. They hurt because she had clenched her fists into hard balls.
She let out a lungful of air and sank into the mattress. Nat pulled his mouth gingerly from between her thighs but the sensation of him coming unstuck from her flooding cunt made her cry out. She tuned against the bra that bound her wrists.
"I never in my lift had a girl go so quick on me," he said, voice low and husky. "Janey honey, you just been waiting too long. Too damned song." He laughed softly. "And what you were saying… it would'a made a sailor blush."
"What did I say?" she breathed, still unable to open her eyes. She felt so good, so darned good. It was funny but she couldn't remember saying anything. She felt like she was floating on warm water. Nat made her sit up so he could untie her wrists. Then he kissed her mouth hard. She could taste her own oily musk on his lips. He pushed his tongue in and out between her lips until she was groaning. Her cunt was tingling all over again.
"What are you doing now? Ohhhhh, God!" She'd opened her eyes and been surprised at his nakedness. But her eyes were drawn and held by the heavy, long cock that swayed between his thighs. It was rigid and white along the shaft, blue veins winding delicately. Jane looked for the head. She'd seen a picture once in a hygiene book. But Uncle Nat's cock didn't seem to have a head. Until she noticed the opening where something purple peeked out. There it was, hot and sexy… a tiny slit at the very tip. As Nat thrust his hips a little, the foreskin eased back enough to expose a smooth, rounded surface. It was so coated with lubrication that it looked varnished. Janey dug her heels into the bed and craw-fished backwards.
"My turn now, sweet cousin."
"You've got to be kidding! Nat I can t… I can't do this!"
"You just came and had a fine old time."
"But you made me do that… your mouth… I couldn't help… ohhhhh!" Nat had grabbed her hand and pulled it up against his hot, hard cockshaft. The velvet smooth texture of the flesh shocked her… and excited her too. She could feel his pulse throbbing through the heavy meat. It was packed with blood, she knew that from the book she'd read. And inside the heavy-looking eggs that hung in the sac at the base of his shaft there was something that scared her even more. Instinctively, she clasped her hands over her swollen mound. Her uncle's spit and her own oily fluids leaked against her palm.