The drink was a strong one, and so was the second tumbler full. I started to look at Ellie with naked lust no matter how often Maree chided me. Already I had undressed and dressed her as often as a kid with a new Barbie doll. I could imagine those pert little buttocks, the barely fuzzy cunt, the glorified nipples passing for tits, and I wanted her so badly that I could taste her. The third drink loosened the last of my inhibitions. It was in the middle of the evening and I figured we had two hours left before the Lavernes came back from the movies. Time enough for a mini-orgy.
"Hey, your sister, what is she, a virgin?" I asked, unconsciously falling into the tongue of the Mafia. Maree said I was awful and that I should mind my own business. "No, come on, tell me. I want to know. That girl's ready for it, you know what I mean? And I've got it to give!" Ellie came into the room at that moment and found herself gazing into two bloodshot, lust-filled eyes. She looked down to the floor and quietly sat down in the chair, opposite me. The way she sat was awkward, not altogether ladylike, and her crotch beckoned me like a beacon in a stormy sea. "Come on," I whispered to Maree, "let's take her into the bedroom and give her what she needs."
"No, Joe, she's too young."
"In that case I'm leaving," I said, suddenly in a bad mood. "A guy can't have a little fun here, he might as well go."
"No, don't go… okay, I'll tell you what, I'll see if I can talk her into it. But I can't guarantee anything."
"That's all I want," I said, "a good, honest effort." I sat back and sipped at the firewater. The sisters talked in hushed tones and I noticed how Ellie looked at me. There was an expression of fear and curiosity in her eyes, and when she nodded I knew that the curiosity had won out. Good for her! I plunked my glass down and started to undo my belt. Maree had to push me into the bedroom because I wanted little sister right there and then, and she was afraid of staining up the carpet.
"You have to be gentle with her, Joe," she explained. "She's never done this before and she's pretty nervous."
"Then you'll have to help me," I said. My head was clearing as my blood coursed about more rapidly and absorbed the alcohol. Ellie looked frightened now that she was sitting on the bed and I was about to drop my pants. Way in the back of my mind a voice told me that this was sheer hara kiri, fucking a pair of eighteen-year-old Mafioso daughters, and on the bedspread brought from the old country. But if a cock had brains its knob would be too big to fit into any pussy.
"Take your clothes off, Ellie," said Maree. The girl became even more frightened and shook her head. "Come on, remember what I told you. Take them off. You'll like it." What had she told her? I was too fuzzy to think it through. Ellie's resistance was adding fuel to my lust. She stuck out her bottom lip and clenched her hands behind her back, staring at the floor with mute defiance. Maree threw her hands up in exasperation! "She wants to," she assured me, "but she always chickens out when it comes down to doing it."
"Come here, baby," I said to the girl, "don't be shy of me, I won't hurt you. I only want to make you happy." Ellie was far from trusting me. She stood her ground until I made a move toward her; then she jumped back and her eyes shiftily reconnoitered the ground between herself and the door. Maree moved in behind her but neither of us wanted to be too drastic. "How can I get you to like me?" I wondered out loud. My cock ached for that little pussy so the quicker she came round to me the better. "Wait, I think I've got it. How's this as a token of our new friendship?" I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet and waved it at her. The transformation was remarkable. Ellie was all smiles as she skipped to me and plucked the bill from my hand.
"Thank you!" Maree said warningly.
"Thank you Uncle Joe," said Ellie, and hopped on my knee. I could feel her pubic bone and my imagination supplied the missing details. It got to the point where I experienced her little twat in full, and my cock acted like Superman about to burst out of his clothes. I put my arm around her waist and drew her to me. The girl snuggled up to me and when I kissed her she returned it with childish, yet sexy, zeal.
"Excuse me a minute," said Maree with a wink, "I'll be back."
"Okay." She closed the door after herself and my hands moved up to Ellie's tits, so small yet so distinct and squeezable. She was still absorbed by the money. It was as though she had no real idea of what my intentions were, and I began to wonder why Maree had been so eager to toss her little sister into the fray. I was grateful, of course, but that queasy feeling hadn't left me. Near the bed was a phone with a number of buttons on it. One of them lit up. I had to know who Maree was calling. Perhaps she had planned a trap for me and would unleash the cops or her father's friends on me just as I was enjoying myself. I put a finger to my mouth to indicate Ellie should keep quiet, and carefully picked up the phone.
"Linda? Hi, it's Maree. Yes, he's here. Don't worry, he won't be back for a day or so."
"Are you sure? We've just about got it sewn up on this end. His assistants are both pushovers. Anyway, the club is grateful to you."
"No trouble." She hung up and I replaced the receiver in its cradle. Ellie was still on my lap, still fixated on the money. I had been right, those little girls were toying with me. Who was Linda? And what was this club? Later, later. Maree seemed to be in no rush to get back to the bedroom and I felt my time would be best spent on Ellie. The girl was relaxed now and submitted to my lecherous caresses with giggles and protestations.
"That tickles!" she cried out, twisting her body away from my roving hands. "Oh, stop it, Uncle Joe!" I couldn't. My hands came to rest on her slender thighs and they kept moving up, up, up to the crotch of her panties. She became strangely silent when I touched her there. Her eyes became more suspicious and her body tensed up as if she was about to take flight. My hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and came to rest on naked flesh. She moved back to escape it and as a result her ass pushed hard against my rigid cock. I wrapped one arm about her waist and held her still while my hand ran over the pudgy bulge of her cunt, looking for hair and finding a little clump of it right on her pubic bone. Other than that, nothing! My lust rose dizzyingly. I had to see that cunt, right away! But when I tried to take off her panties she started to protest in earnest. "No, that's bad! You shouldn't be doing that!"
"Ssshhh, baby, take it easy. Your uncle won't do anything to hurt you. Wait a minute and you'll see what I'm doing."
"No!" She pulled away and rushed for the door. I was too fast for her. I scooped her off the floor and threw her on the bed, and while she was still bouncing I ripped her jeans off and threw them over my shoulder. There it was, a neat furrow of flesh, heartbreakingly innocent and just as erotic. She tried to cover herself with both hands but when I grabbed for her blouse she had to defend her tits, and that left her cunt exposed to my probing gaze. Before I went any further I took off my pants and shirt but I left on my briefs because I didn't want to scare her with the size of my cock. Not yet, anyway.
"We were friends a minute ago," I wheedled, stroking her knee and looking as avuncular as possible. "Didn't I give you a nice present? Come on, be good to your uncle." Ellie didn't answer. She was staring at the impression of my cock in my briefs. Without a word she reached over and pulled the waistband out to peer down and check me out. I held my breath, hoping against hope that she wouldn't scream and run away. She didn't; she was curious instead.
"My daddy has one of those," she announced, "but his is soft."
"His gets hard too," I assured her. She nodded as though that was self-evident, then asked if she could touch it. "Touch it all you want. What's mine is yours." She reached into my briefs and ran her hand along the full eight inches of my erection. That distracted her enough to let me get a handful of her pussy. And since she was so interested in my cock I took off my briefs and sat cross-legged opposite her on the bed, toying with her cunt while she caressed my cock. It was like being a kid again! The tip of my finger disappeared between her pussy lips and ran about the moist rim of her hole. Her fingers stroked the length of my cock, she cupped my balls, and bent over to take a close look at the little slit in my glands. "There, isn't this fun?"