CHAPTER THREE
The shrilling alarm yanked me out of the sack and I padded into the kitchen to plug the coffee pot in before subjecting myself to the shower. The cold water brought me fully awake and I found myself whistling as I toweled the moisture from my body, flexing my hard stomach muscles and winking at my dangling cock.
I heard Kitty moving about in the other bedroom and, as I vacated the bath, I called, "Morning, beautiful! The shower's all yours!"
"Good morning, Uncle Steve!" she called back. "Do I smell coffee?"
"It'll be ready when you are," I answered, closing the door and slipping into my robe. I checked the coffee and shoved a tray of rolls into the oven. Then I went to the phone.
Glenda had a standing appointment with her hairdresser every Tuesday morning at eight-thirty sharp. Clyde left for work at eight, so Velvet would be alone. I didn't anticipate any real difficulty with her. Since she was only a year older than Kitty, she would be the ideal partner for the little drama my niece had suggested.
She answered on the fourth ring, her voice slurred with sleep, but sexy as hell. She came awake when I told her who was calling and asked if she was busy fm the next few hours.
"Won't Mother be jealous?" she teased.
"I wouldn't know," I answered lightly. "I hadn't planned on telling her."
I explained that I would send a cab after her and she agreed to be ready in thirty minutes. Then, just before she hung up, she said, "You're not putting me on. Are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, is this trip worthwhile?" Her voice was laced with suggestion.
"Baby," I said in my best bedroom drawl, "you don't know how worthwhile!"
I called the taxi company and gave them directions. The buns were ready and the coffee had shut itself off, so I set out a couple of plates and poured two steaming cups of the wake-up juice.
Kitty floated into the kitchen in a near duplicate of that negligee she had worn last evening. But this time the triangle was red and she had covered the tips of her breasts with a halter that barely managed to contain the big nipples.
As easily as if we had been doing this every morning for years, she slipped into my arms and parted her lips for my kiss, moaning through her nose when I let my hands fondle the firm warm globes of her ass. My cock was stiff and throbbing by the time she pulled away.
Across the table, with those big breasts holding my gaze like twin magnets, she took a sip of the coffee and said, "I read both books, Uncle Steve."
I grinned. "And you have concluded that I am a hopeless degenerate."
She flicked a stray lock of the blonde hair from her forehead. "I think you know more about sex than anybody I've met. You couldn't write like that if you didn't."
"There are thirty-five more," I told her. "But I think you'll be more interested in what I've arranged for this morning."
She listened, her face showing mounting excitement as I explained what I was going to do. When I finished, she was out of the chair and around the table, pulling my face between those sweet-smelling breasts in a hug of sheet happiness.
"I'll be jealous!" she teased, stepping back. "But I want to see it. Are you sure she'll cooperate?"
The door bell sounded and I gave her a hopeful grin. "We'll know in a few minutes."
I went to the door and opened it, handing the cab driver three bucks and watching him reenter the elevator. Then I held my arms out to the raven-haired beauty who stood smiling curiously at me from beneath incredibly long lashes.
Velvet Walling, at sixteen, was the sort of girl that makes men of all ages think of only one thing. She was only five-two, but every inch was curved in mouthwatering proportion.
I had held her in my arms before, disguising the embrace as an innocent dance. But this was the first time we had locked lips and hips with a pretty clear idea of what the next step would be. Velvet melted against me like a flow of hot lava, her belly working to increase the pressure about my swelling cock. Her tits stabbed delightfully at my diaphragm and I strained my neck to reach down for her tongue-dancing kiss.
Practically carrying her into the room, I shoved the door closed and pulled my mouth free from the vacuum pump of her lips. It was the first time I had kissed the kid, but she gave it the full treatment. I couldn't help wondering if she would apply that much enthusiasm if I replaced my tongue with my cock. Her mother, Glenda, gave an enjoyable blowjob, but I could tell that her heart wasn't really in it. I found myself hoping that Velvet would be different. She had the oral equipment of a first class cocksucker.
"You didn't tell me you had company," Velvet was saying, staring past my shoulder at Kitty, running her eyes up and down those half-naked curves with little glints of envy showing in her brown eyes. She looked up at me. "You setting up a harem?"
"It's an idea," I admitted. Then, as casually as though I were discussing the outline for a new novel with an understanding editor, I told her what I had in mind.
By the time I got to the first use of the word "fuck", Velvet was sold on the idea. She walked over and put her arms about Kitty and gave her a hug that was more sexy than friendly.
"So you're Uncle Steve's niece!" she exclaimed. "If he hasn't already sampled your warehouse, I'm crossing him off my list!"
For several minutes I was discussed like a piece of meat and the effect on my cock was perfectly natural. Kitty described her fears and the way she had chosen to "relieve" my problem of the previous evening. Velvet listened with obvious interest and concluded with a vigorous agreement.
"I've been trying to get him in the sack for the past year," she told Kitty. "He won't admit it, of course but I'm convinced he and Mother are screwing their asses off. I don't blame them. Daddy's sweet and I love him. But he wouldn't care if Mother sewed it up and threw the scissors away. I've tried to make him, myself. All I did was scare hell out of him!"
I waved both arms in frustration. "Can you two hold the analysis until after the operation? How the hell do you think all this is affecting me?"
Velvet gave mea sultry grin. "I hope it's making it real hard on you. If Kitty will lead the way, we'll set the scene and call you when we're ready."
"Shall we use the waterbed?" I asked. "Or Kitty's bed?"
Velvet pursed those inviting lips. "Let's use her bed first. We can move to your room after she's had her fill of watching. If we start bouncing on a waterbed, I can't guarantee control."
I shrugged helplessly. "Okay! Call me when you're ready. But I'm not sure how long I can wait."
It wasn't a joke. My cock was thumping against my belly as I watched those two lovelies discuss what they planned to do with it.
Velvet led Kitty down the narrow hallway, calling back to me, "You'd better take a couple of vitamin pills, Uncle Steve! You're gonna need 'em!"
I didn't agree. At that moment, I felt like I could take on the whole damn chorus line from the music hall and still want more. With two teenaged beauties panting to be screwed, both willing and one scared, and my cock the only one available, the next few hours promised to be among the most pleasant of my far from dull existance.
They took their own sweet time calling me. What I didn't learn until later was that Velvet was priming her pump by introducing Kitty to the excitement of two young, female bodies in various positions of arousing contact. It left Kitty panting with desire and Velvet eager for the very thing I planned to give her.