"Nothing is more important than your problems baby." He reached across to pat her hand. "It sounds like you've been in the middle of a madhouse."
Yes, Josie thought. And her uncle was part of that madhouse. But she hadn't, admitted that her sister had confessed to the affair she'd been having with him. Unless Ronnie had made the whole thing up. Yes, that might have been it after all, Josie thought. It was hard to believe that Uncle Evan would actually seduce his own niece. For a moment she almost got the nerve up to ask him about Ronnie. But she couldn't quite get it out.
"Where are we going, Uncle Evan?"
"I think it would disturb you too much to go back to the house tonight," he said. "I've got a nice little place out, on the ocean. You'll be more comfortable there. Until I have time to iron some of this crap out with Roslyn."
Josie watched her uncle drive. She'd found him working late at the office in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt and tennis shoes. He seemed younger to her tonight, almost like a boy her own age. But that was a ridiculous thought. For one thing, Uncle Evan had a muscled, mature body. His chest was hairy. And when he looked at her there was a different caste to his eyes. Josie squirmed on the seat. She had felt tingly and strange ever since her cousin had grabbed her in the basement. She hadn't been able to get certain things out of her mind the past week. Like the way he assaulted her the night she'd been watching television. Her tight little ass still glowed from the memory of having been penetrated a little. At odd times of the night and day her pussy would get juicy and hot.
"I don't have any of my things," she said, breaking the silence. "Just what I've got on."
"You won't even need a dress out here," Evan said, looking at her across the darkened car. "It's a very private place."
Josie didn't say anything more until they'd pulled down the dirt road and Uncle Evan had opened the gate. She pulled the car through for him and watched him lock up behind. A tremor ran through her belly. She felt so odd. Like she'd been spirited away to some exotic prison. When her uncle got back in the car she turned to him.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay here alone?" she asked in a scared voice. "I get frightened sometimes…"
"You won't be alone," Evan said, squeezing her hand again. "I'll be here." He drove on down to park in front of the beach house. Josie could hardly stand up when he opened her door. She felt like a scared animal. What would make her sense danger like that? Were her instincts trying to tell her something?
Evan slipped an arm under her body and half carried her to the house.
"You're light as a feather," he said, caressing her blond head with his finger.
"I… I'm so mixed up, Uncle Evan. All these awful things that have been happening." She just had to ask him about Ronnie. It had become a burning thorn in her side. Had Evan really taken her older sister as a lover? It made her dizzy with fear to even consider it. For now she was alone with her uncle as well. And his fingers felt so strong and warm under her breast.
He took her inside and made her sit by the window while he fixed a drink for them. The moonlight illuminated the room with a soft, blue glow. She wished her uncle would turn on the lights though. Josie took the drink he offered and sipped it without asking what it was. It had a pleasant, fruity taste and she swallowed more.
"Gosh I sure feel tense," she admitted.
"You have every right to be," Evan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and left it there. Josie knew she had to ask that damned question or cut out her tongue.
"Uncle Evan… I…" She swallowed more of her drink. It spread a warm energy through her belly and she cleared her throat and started again. "It's about Ronnie. She told me something that disturbed me. It was about the two of you." Josie felt her ears burn. "I hate to even say anything. What she told me was that you and she had…"
"Made love together?" Evan said, smiling easily. Josie nodded and drank more from her glass. "Ronnie wanted me to take her to bed but of course I refused."
"Because she was your niece," Josie blurted, smiling with relief that she'd been wrong.
"No, because Ronnie wasn't the niece I really wanted to take ta bed."
"She w-w-wasn't?" Josie squeaked, her voice breaking on the last syllable. She could hear the ice rattling in her glass. She used both hands to steady the drink. She thought of getting up but her legs wouldn't work. And her pussy was throbbing in such a strange way.
"No." He took her drink and set it aside. Then he brought one of her thin, white hands up to his mouth and kissed the palm until she whimpered. Evan pushed his fingers through his curly hair. "You're the one I really want. I want to kiss your white skin, feel your hard little tits against my chest. I want to let you feel my…"
"Ohhh God nooo!" Josie cried, lurching forward in the chair. She was as weak as a kitten. Her uncle slipped his arms under her legs and shoulders and carried her to the middle of the deep carpet. He made her lie down on her back as he began to unbutton the front of her dress.
"I'm a virgin," she squealed, resisting.
"I hoped you were. But it wouldn't have mattered really." He uncovered one of her young, firm breasts. She caught at his face as he lowered his mouth around it. But then his tongue made her forget to fight. She strangled on a scream. Her nipple was being sucked forcefully between his teeth. His tongue roughed the sensitive nub of pink flesh.
Josie's slender body whipped against the rug.
She couldn't control herself. The friction against her breast was so wet and hot and rubby. And her uncle's hands were moving her dress down, down. Now she could feel his hot palm against her belly. He patted her like a frightened animal as his spit leaked down the side of her chest.
"You sweet girl," Evan breathed, hugging her.
"Ohhh Evan, don't undress me! Please don't undress me!"
But his fingers peeled the sheer material down over her hips now. He yanked it off her legs and the sensation of having nothing but her panties on made Josie roll onto her belly and try to squirm away. Her uncle let her crawl halfway across the room on her hands and knees before he grabbed the elastic of her pink panties and yanked them down to expose her bouncing white ass. She gave a cry as he pushed his mouth against one cheek and bit down.
"Uhhh! Uncle Evan! Ohhhh stop that! Ohhhh this is awful!" He pushed her down as he licked her spotless crack. The feel of his tongue going between the pump halves of her bottom made her shiver. She didn't know whether to be shocked or angry. She was too excited to be either.
It was like some strange dream. This beach house. Her and her uncle alone here. He kissed his way up to the small of her back. He began to nibble at her back.
"You must take a bath three times a day," he whispered. "You're like Snow White."
"Uncle Evan, this isn't right. What you're doing to me…"
"It may not be right but it sure is fun." He rolled her over and grabbed her panties again. They were tanged around her thighs and as he peeled the nylon crotch band from her pussy it came away wetly. The cool air on her pubes made her shiver.
"I don't want you to make love to me!" She grabbed his head and tried to push his face up but he was licking her thighs with slow, titillating slurps. He had her panties down around her knees now. She struggled again to get up. He pushed her down on her back and yanked her panties off. She watched him nuzzle them hungrily, smelling her smell, licking her juices. Then he gazed down at her long-legged nakedness. She had her thighs pressed as tightly as she could and hid her seeping crevice with both hands.
"Every boy has a dream like this," he told her. "And like most boys, mine didn't come true. I never met my virgin. My blond virgin." He licked his lips. "Until now. Now it will come true."