"Cut it out, Robbie. The idea thoroughly repulses. Change of subject."
"A nice stomach," he said. His hand was no longer rubbing her stomach. It had slipped quite a lot farther down. She repressed a shudder. She didn't like men to touch her, even a nice-looking kind of sexy guy like Robbie. His hand had almost reached her pelvis and she felt a definite tickle and tensing of her protective nerves. She wanted to close her legs.
"Robbie," she said. "You're one heck of a salesman and you're trying on this ski trip to sell Dad a million dollar airplane. I appreciate your unusual approach. Chatter about sex and incest, and flying hands. Will you go away if I promise to put in a good word for you?"
"Probably not," he said. He moved his hand down squarely between her legs on her cunt. But he stared in the fire almost as if he didn't realize what he was doing. "I'm more than a salesman. I want the best for the both of you, since I'm an old friend."
For the first time in her life, Scotti didn't exactly know what to do. She liked Robbie, she knew the deep bond between him and her father. And five years ago, at sixteen, she'd even had a crush on Robbie. But this was suddenly wild and weird. He was supposed to be in trouble with his wife. Maybe he was what they called "horny".
Yet she felt a stubborn willfulness. She just wasn't going to beg, scold or even bother to laugh at Robbie Wells. She wouldn't let him upset her. Even now, when his fingers pressed harder and harder on her cunt lips.
"Having fun?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light. But she had to swallow fast. Actually it was a shocking outrage for her father's best friend to put his hand right on her sex. He must be drunk or losing his mind.
No! There was a better answer. She'd used the same tactic herself. You had to break through somebody's cool. Force them to stop holding you at arm's length. So you stirred them to become mad, excited, involved. Once involved, they had you. If you rejected them, they could walk away and look for a better partner. If you accepted them, they were in like gold. This was Salesman Robbie could either disqualify time-wasters or get close to them for the sale. All you needed was the nerve to stir people up.
"Daddy wouldn't like what you're doing," she said evenly, as if her cunt didn't belong to her. "It could lose your airplane sale."
"I'll risk it, Scotti. It drives me crazy the way you and Doug hang out. I've got to know about you two, even if I get my head bashed in."
His moving fingers made her cunt wet and she thrilled. It was really too much.
"No incest, Robbie. The idea would blow Doug Daddy right out of this world. Now if you-"
"Then I've got a chance," he interrupted, grinning. Instead of removing his hand, he dug it inside of her and rode her clit over the thin pajama material.
She had to gasp and lift her rear. "Oh, my God, Robbie. What do you think you're doing?"
"Jacking off the sweetest, sexiest girl in Star Valley."
He knew when to be crude. She grabbed his arm to stop him, feeling flustered. The cool act didn't work. No male, young or old, had ever dared approach her so boldly.
"Robbie, your wife-"
"Cynthia and I plan to divorce. Right this minute I expect she's telling your Dad all about it, down at the bar. Maybe the two of them will even get it on. Who knows?"
"Robbie, stop." She wasn't strong enough to halt his fierce, delicious hand action on her cunt. "Dad-and Cynthia? You're crazy!'" She had a flash of Cynthia, dark, vivacious, shapely, and felt a twinge. A former danger with a body like Cynthia's could stir a man all right. But the idea of Doug messing with Robbie's wife blew her mind.
"Not crazy, Scotti. The divorce was my idea. So Cyn wouldn't feel guilty. She always liked Doug. You know that. They could make this a spectacular ski trip for the two of them."
It was true that Cynthia Wels touched her father a lot. Hung on his arm, kissed him in greeting. She and Doug had often laughed about that.
"Doug needs a wife," said Robbie. "Cyn would be great for him. Of course it would change things for you. Would you like a stepmother, Scotti?"
She held on to his arm as her loins worked against his hand. For the first time in a couple of years she felt intensely sexual. It was all this talk about incest, Cynthia and Doug. Scotti's last sex action had been a couple of years ago with two different boys. It hadn't lasted. Always she saw her father's face in the background, frowning, shaking his head. She'd had few dates since. No sex at all.
"Robbie, it's too much," she cried. "You've got to grow up, little girl," he whispered. "You and Doug are so hung up on each other the whole world notices."
"Oh, no," she cried in distress. "I swear we've never touched."
"So you've either got to fuck him or move on to a new life."
"Oh, Robbie." Her cool was completely shattered now. She was wet and hot. Her legs were open and she kept pressing her pelvis against Robbie's hand to get the sweet sex rushes as she held his arm.
"I love you," he said. Then, simply, directly. "I'm going to suck you. He pulled down her pajama pants.
His seduction moves, plus his bold open discussion of her possible incest with her own father captured her. She felt weak, helpless, awed by it. Faintly she murmured "no" and "don't" but he got his head between her legs and she felt his tongue lick into her wet swollen tissues.
"Ahhhhh. Oh, Robbie. I can't-we shouldn't."
"Mmmmmmm."
His tongue opened her cunt lips. He inhaled her young, pink tissues, swallowed her sex fluid, smacked his lips. He found her clit and she lifted right off the sofa and rode.
"I-I-I-i-" she stuttered. It felt so good. She gave a groan of deep pleasure. She wanted to stop, she wanted to die of embarrassment, and she wanted him to suck her furiously. She grabbed two fistfuls of his silver hair and humped greedily on his face, out of her mind with the bold outrage of it. Through the years Robbie Wells had been almost an uncle to her-on this ski trip he suddenly ate her cunt like a young lover. But oh, it felt so goooood. How had it happened? How had it happened?
"Robbie, you shouldn't put your mow-mouth on my sex!" she wailed.
He lifted his head to smile up at her. "You think everybody comes to Star Valley to ski?" he asked. "Maybe half-maybe a third."
"Robeeeeee."
"The avalanche that they worry about. They keep everybody off the high lifts for two days. You see anybody going home?"
His hands moved to stroke her soft, delicately shaped thighs, and he used his tongue to make a wet, warm circle around her thighs and lower abdomen. He worked in to nestle his mouth on her pubic hairs, eating them wet. Then he blew gently on her cunt lips, warm breath making her shiver.
She had to think how strange it was about she and sex. She knew it felt good and that she had a hot libido, but it was sealed off behind her iron control. She was reluctant to let herself be opened up, but, oh God, it was a delicious experience.
"Robbie, I don't think oral sex is decent." But she hoped he wouldn't stop.
His head was back between her legs, his voice slightly muffled. "You have a sweet, pink cunt. Inside I see a delicate, tiny mound. Your clitoris a teeny mountain with a hole in the center. When I first licked, a pink little crescent of flesh, a tiny dagger, peeped out. It retreated inside when you got hot and everything swelled. I love to find a hot clit and tease it. Your mound turns into a volcano of hot feeling. No harm in making it erupt once in a while."
After the lecture he went to work on her. His hands slid up her torso to cup her nipples and she felt new thrills, the action now making her central body feel like a molten core of good feeling. He varied that expertly, in different ways. Sometimes he stroked her lower belly where she tensed her muscles in sex glee. This allowed her numbed nipples to return to feeling. After that he began to slide first one and then two fingers inside her vagina, alongside her clit brushed by his tongue.