"Oh, balls," said Judy. "What does the law matter? Nobody has to know about it. Please, Uncle Grant, I'm just dying to find out what it's like."
Grant gritted his teeth. This was the most powerful temptation of his life. "Baby," he said, "even if we ignored the law, it would hurt you terribly. My cock is much too big for you."
"No, it isn't," said Judy stubbornly. "I could take it. I read that it only hurts the first time. I could stand it, and after that it would be so much fun."
Oh, Jesus, would it be fun, thought Grant. A tight little box like hers – he'd give anything if it were possible. "No, Judy," he said. "I'm sorry, but I just can't bear to hurt you."
Judy was quiet for a moment. If Grant hadn't been so distracted by his own blinding horniness, he could almost have heard the wheels turning in her scheming little head. She said sweetly, "Oh, all right, Uncle Grant, I guess you know best. We'll go to bed now. Just kiss me good night, that's all I ask. Or let me kiss you good night. Close your eyes."
Grant gladly complied. He was relieved that the hassle was over. Closing his eyes, he waited for Judy to kiss him. Instead he felt a burning-hot moist sheath closing over the sensitive tip of his erect penis. What the hell?
"Judy!" Opening his eyes again, Grant saw his adopted child grinning mischievously as she fitted the creamy mouth of her tiny virgin cunt to the head of his hugely bloated cock. Before he could stop her, she raised her legs and allowed herself to be impaled by the full rigid length of his enormously fat dick.
"Ouch!" Her cry was shrill, astonished, and full of pain. Once skewered on his stiff pole, she had been unable to stop his penetration, and Grant felt himself completely encased in wonderfully tight, hot flesh, the creaming tip of his cock nestling against her girlish womb. Judy gawked at him, tears springing to her eyes, as she sat on his belly, completely stuffed with his hot meat.
"Oh, my God, Judy," moaned Grant. "Poor baby!"
He was excited as hell, aching to work his hungry dick in the sweetest, tightest little cunt he'd ever known, but his need was overshadowed by the girl's obvious pain and panic. He felt guilty as hell for having popped her cherry, even though it wasn't his doing. He reached out for her and started to lift her off.
"No, wait," said Judy. There was a strange look on her face, the beginning of a smile. "When you moved like that, it felt good."
"Sweetheart," said Grant in astonishment, "how can it possibly feel good? It must be hurting like hell."
"No, nooo," said Judy, "I like it. Please, just don't move."
To his wonder, the slim girl began to work her tight little cunt up and down his deeply-buried shaft, gingerly at first, wincing a little with each thrust, but as her untried vagina gradually relaxed and made room for him, her face became flushed and happy, and her movements got faster and bolder. He felt her clinging cunt walls beginning to cream abundantly all around him, and before long Judy's instincts were leading her to plunge her pussy swiftly up and down his stiff meat like an experienced woman.
"Ooo, oooo," she said, "I love it. It feels great. Fucking is really fun."
Grant couldn't hold himself back a second longer. He had tried. God knows he had tried in every possible way to avoid this, but it just wasn't humanly possible to go on being so fucking noble. He needed desperately to be laid, and the girl was obviously digging it, so why not take advantage? He'd be sorry later, of course, but he wasn't going to worry about that now.
"Come here, baby," he said, pulling her down in his arms, flattening her cute little tits against his chest. "You're doing just fine, except for one thing. It's the man who's supposed to do the work. You just relax, and ol' Uncle Grant will show you what fucking is like."
"Super," said Judy happily.
After her initial pain and fright, Judy was quickly mounting to blissful enjoyment. She hadn't dreamed it would feel so good; Uncle Grant's huge cock stuffed her completely, and although the pressure and stretching had scared her at first, she was digging it tremendously. No wonder Aunt Kay went crazy when he did it to her. Judy felt the same urge to squeal naughty words, to throw her legs wide apart and take his huge prick even deeper into her belly. She was even excited by the squishy fartlike noise his cock was making in her mushy little tunnel.
"Ooohhh, yes, yes, yes," she said, moving her hips in time to his strokes, "fuck me, Uncle Grant, I just love it, I just love your big cock!Ooohhh!"
Grant snorted and gasped as he felt her little-girl cunt gripping him like a vise. The stiff arching of her body and her shrill, abandoned squeals told him that she was cumming, and cumming violently. He let himself go, moaning hoarsely as he shot jet after jet of steaming cum into her tiny womb. He flooded her with it, and their combined juices boiled out to sting his balls deliciously.
Grant wasn't sure how much time had passed. The sun was just coming up, Judy was still snuggled on top of him. Her newly tried cunt was still so tight that he had trouble withdrawing his limp prick. It came out with a loud squishy plop, and Judy gave a deep sigh.
"Oh, I wish you didn't have to do that," she said, as he rolled her off him.
"It's morning already," said Grant. "We'd better grab some sleep." He helped her to her feet and gave her an affectionate pat on the ass.
Poor little Judy walked slowly, gingerly, beside him, wincing a little and keeping her legs slightly apart. Grant couldn't help feeling a little smug. He'd fucked that little chick almost raw, and it would be a few days before she could sit down again. It would be a long, long time also before she forget the first fuck of her life or forgot her Uncle Grant.
They stepped into the house, and Grant impulsively grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. Judy responded sleepily but affectionately. Suddenly they were startled by a voice from the master bedroom.
"Grant, is that you?" He and Judy sprang apart. "Yeah, honey," he said, "it's me."
"Oh, good," said Kay, "I thought it was a burglar. For heaven's sake, Grant, come to bed. It's five o'clock."
"Okay, sweetie, I'll be right there," said Grant, pinching Judy's ass.
Judy grinned at him and scampered off to her own room.
"Whatever were you doing?" said Kay as Grant crawled into bed beside her.
"Discovering a new cure for insomnia," he said. "G'night."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was a colossal drag for the twins. Grant went to his office, and Kay caught up on her neglected business, shopping and visiting the hairdresser, so that Jimmy and Judy were left alone in the house all day.
"Jeez," said Jimmy, "I almost wish school would start."
"Well, I'm not quite that desperate," said Judy, "but this is sure getting to be a bore."
The twins were lounging by the swimming pool in the hot afternoon sun. They had scarcely spoken to each other all day. Jimmy was fantasizing future adventures with Kay, and Judy was reliving her experiences with Grant. Preoccupied with their recent introduction to sex, they could think of no other amusements and no other ways to spend their time. Both ached for the moment when they could be alone again with their respective adult partners.
Jimmy yawned loudly. He supposed he wasn't being very polite, saying so little to his sister. In an attempt to make conversation, he asked, "What were you doing out of bed at three in the morning?"
Judy blushed hotly. This surprised her brother, for after fourteen years she was almost immune to his teasing. "I went to the bathroom," she said hastily.
"No, you didn't," said Jimmy, "'cause I did, and you weren't there. Unless you went in the bushes."