Erring With My Uncle: Taboo Family Erotica - Carmen Nichols - ebook
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Excerpt: Unnaturally important!And that's how I wound up on the Riviera, resting up from a trip around the world.It's kind of hard to believe.Here I am. Helen Northrup, age eighteen, little Miss Normal Middle Class American, sitting on a patio on the Riviera, trying to put this whole thing together.I feel a little bit like Cinderella, although that wasn't always the case.I used to feel like a wallflower, or worse.My life started to change for the better when I reached about eleven years old.That was the time when Billy Adams really started to notice me. We used to fool around quite a bit, but I would never let him cop my cherry.When I was twelve, I went to a party with Billy, and the two of us sneaked off to Mary Jane's mother's room to neck. That was the first time I ever saw a cock.I let Billy put his hand under my sweater, to feel my little budding breasts.It was the strangest feeling, because my nipples all puckered up and I got these marvelous shivery feelings of pleasure that ran through me, like hot and cold flashes, all at once.I got goose bumps on my skin!"You're nice, Helen," Billy whispered. I just sort of smiled at him in the dim light of the bedroom, where we weren't supposed to be.Mary Jane's mother had gone next door to have coffee with a neighbor while we had our party.

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Erring With My Uncle

Carmen Nichols

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

Unnaturally important!

And that's how I wound up on the Riviera, resting up from a trip around the world.

It's kind of hard to believe.

Here I am. Helen Northrup, age eighteen, little Miss Normal Middle Class American, sitting on a patio on the Riviera, trying to put this whole thing together.

I feel a little bit like Cinderella, although that wasn't always the case.

I used to feel like a wallflower, or worse.

My life started to change for the better when I reached about eleven years old.

That was the time when Billy Adams really started to notice me. We used to fool around quite a bit, but I would never let him cop my cherry.

When I was twelve, I went to a party with Billy, and the two of us sneaked off to Mary Jane's mother's room to neck. That was the first time I ever saw a cock.

I let Billy put his hand under my sweater, to feel my little budding breasts.

It was the strangest feeling, because my nipples all puckered up and I got these marvelous shivery feelings of pleasure that ran through me, like hot and cold flashes, all at once.

I got goose bumps on my skin!

"You're nice, Helen," Billy whispered. I just sort of smiled at him in the dim light of the bedroom, where we weren't supposed to be.

Mary Jane's mother had gone next door to have coffee with a neighbor while we had our party.

I rubbed up and down his chest. It was still hairless, but it felt nice, and his skin was so nice and warm. When I palmed one of his manly tits, I could feel his heart pounding with excitement against my hand.

That made my cunt cream flow really heavily.

Then I gasped, as I felt Billy's hand on my panties, cupping my still-hairless little love mound.

He was kissing me very heavily. Our mouths were wide open, and his tongue kept flicking in and out of my mouth. I could feel my breathing get heavier and heavier.

"You wanna feel me, Helen?" he asked.

I giggled, I think mostly because I was nervous, but I did want to feel him in the worst way.

I heard his zipper rasping as he opened his fly, and then he pulled out his cock.

I started to pant with excitement, as he took my hand and put it on his peter. It was fascinating.

It was hot, and the skin was as soft as velvet. I gulped as I ran my hand up and down his thick, pulsing prick. Underneath the soft, hot skin, it was hard. It felt hard as steel.

I knew enough about cocks to know that it was supposed to go into my twat, but I got a little bit scared when I felt how big it was.

"Can I put it in you, Helen?" Billy asked.

"N-no, Billy. It scares me. It's so big. It wouldn't fit."

Billy was very understanding.

"That's all right, Helen. You can stroke it if you want. It feels good."

"Yes," I whispered, feeling myself get all weak and hot all over. "I like touching it."

I ran my hand down to the edge of it. It was wet and sticky. I guessed that was his cock juices.

I ran my finger tip all around the tip, smearing the juices all over the thick, throbbing, bulbous head of his cock.

Billy kept running his hands around my breasts, making my nipples pucker even more. The hard little cherry-red buttons sent shivery, hot sensations of pleasure running through me.

I started to moan, and my body started to wriggle around. We were both lying on the bed.

I spread my legs because his hand had moved up under my skirt again. He was rubbing his hand up and down my panties, teasing my cunt, teasing my clitoris. I could feel my panties getting all wet and soggy with my pussy syrup.

"Can I put my hand on your bare skin. Helen?" Billy whispered.

"Yes!" I whispered back. I was really a little crazy at that point. I felt as if all my feelings were out Of control.

I had masturbated since I was nine years old, but this wasn't the same thing at all.

I squealed as I felt his hand reach into the elastic waistband of my pants. He started to rub his hand up and down the wet, soggy, swollen meat of my cunt.

My clitoris jumped and wiggled violently under the touch of his hand. And I started to trust him, because he was being so nice, and so understanding, and so gentle.

"Let me take your pants off, Helen," he whispered. I arched my hips up, and let him work my panties off.

Well, one thing led to another, and pretty soon, all our clothes were off, and we were hugging naked. I felt his cock smearing its juices which kept oozing from his cock head, all over my naked belly.

Billy worked his way downward over my soft, trembling flesh. And then I gasped again, as I felt his tongue on my swollen pussy meat.

"Ohhh, that feels so good, Billy!" I gasped.

"I want to make you feel good, Helen," Billy said. The tip of his tongue was circling' my little clitoris wildly. My hips started to buck off the bed.

And then I was feeling so very good, I wanted to make him feel good.

"Can I do that to you?" I asked.

I liked the feel of his soft-hard, throbbing cock so much, I wondered what it would feel like to put it in my mouth.

He wriggled around again, until his genitals were right above my mouth. I grasped his cock at the base, where his balls were, slightly covered with hair.

I squeezed and kneaded his balls, fascinated by the way they felt, by the hardness in them. I wondered if what I was doing was perverted or something, but I didn't care.

The hot lustful feeling was pounding in my cunt, and I felt uncomfortable in a pleasurable kind of way. I felt as if I needed some release. I opened my mouth, and enclosed his bulbous, drooling cockhead in my mouth.

"Mmmm!" I moaned, as I ran my tongue around and around his gorgeous cockhead. I tasted the scum which was oozing out of his piss slit, and smacked my lips.

It was a nice taste. It was strange, but still it excited me.

My pussy juices started to flow faster and faster.

Billy's mouth was working up and down my cunt. His tongue diddled with my inflamed love button, making it pop out of its fleshy sheath.

Then he ran his tongue down the swollen folds of my pussy meat. I felt his tongue pry into my quivering, virginal cunt hole. He sucked on the pussy cream which was flowing from it.

Billy's hips started to pump into my mouth. At first it was uncomfortable, because his cock was so big, and as it pressed against my throat, it gagged me.

I swallowed and the gag reflex went away. Not only that, it started to feel good, all over again. I kept swallowing furiously, feeling his big fuck shaft pump in and out of my mouth, stuffing it.

It throbbed against the roof of my mouth. My little tongue lapped wetly on the hard shaft of his prick.

My cunt was going crazy as Billy licked up and down on my snatch, wriggling his tongue into the soft, swollen folds, prying his tongue into my little fuck hole, and then running his tongue up my pussy meat until he made hot, wet contact with my clitoris again.

My cunt started to convulse, and the pussy juices spewed from my little hole.

My hips slammed up into Billy's mouth, as Billy's hips slammed down into my mouth. I was so excited that I stopped thinking about Billy's cock strangling me.

The excitement in my teeming loins was matched by the tingling excitement in my mouth, as Billy's cock pumped in and out of me.

And then I felt his juices starting to spurt out of the tip of his cock.

Billy grunted against my muff, and his humping motions became more frenzied as he thrust into my mouth over and over.

His come juices poured down my throat, and filled my mouth. It started to trickle out of my mouth in thick, slimy streams. I swallowed wildly, wanting to suck in all of the come juice that was pouring out of him.

My excitement was intensified by thinking that this was something no one ever did. I knew about a cock fitting into a cunt. I figured that maybe when I got older my cunt would stretch more. I didn't think anything so big could fit into my tiny hole.

I had trouble fitting my finger in when I was masturbating, and I remembered how the cuntal muscles would clutch fiercely at my little invading finger.

But Billy's cock was in my mouth. Tome that was obscene and at the same time incredibly exciting.

My orgasm peaked, more powerfully than any. orgasm I had ever experienced. My face and chin were just covered with Billy's juices, which continued to pour in lavish streams down my throat, spilling out of my mouth.

Billy bit on my clitoris, and my body just arched up, almost as if I were convulsing. I could feel all my muscles get tight and then they went all quivery, as this powerful feeling of hot, fiery pleasure coursed through me.

Billy moaned again, as I ground my hairless muff into his wildly working mouth.

He slammed into me again. I felt the light, downy hairs on his balls tickling my chin. They were all wet with my spit. He spewed one last load into my mouth, and then his body sort of collapsed on top of me.

My body seemed to flood with warmth. It collapsed suddenly, all trembling and quivery. The two of us lay there clutching each other for awhile.

I was stunned by the whole thing. I had never experienced such monstrously powerful sensations before.

I raised my head off the pillow and looked down at Billy. The two of us sat up.

My face was all covered with his scum. I smelled our come juices, which combined into a heady fragrance that seemed to turn me on all over again.

I grinned as I licked as much of his spunk off my face as I could. Then we sneaked into Mary Jane's mother's bathroom, and washed ourselves off.

Billy had my come cream smeared all over his cheeks, and it was even on his nose, where I had ground my pussy up into his face.

We got dressed, and went back to the party.

But for the longest time after that, I kept thinking that I had done something unnatural. It wasn't until later, and thanks to Mary Jane that I learned that what I had done was all right.

Billy and I kept it a secret, because I think he more or less felt the same way.

Well, that was how I had my first experience with sex, and it had been very nice.

My childhood was sort of average, normal, except that I had never met any of my mother's family, because they weren't speaking to her, on account of her marrying my father, who was a truck driver.

I was always tall-a beanpole. Now that I'm eighteen, and my figure has filled out, it's not bad—not bad at all.

But when I was six and a toothpick with spindly legs and match stick arms, and buck teeth! It was the pits!

Everybody in school used to tease me. They weren't terribly mean, and I'm not saying that they left me out of their fun.

But thank God for Billy Adams! We sort of went steady, just because we were friends.

I can remember one day when everyone had teased me and I came home crying. Even Billy couldn't console me. He even offered me half of his Turkish taffy that day.

My dad had just come in from a run to Detroit.

I threw myself in his lap and cried my eyes out. He just hugged me with his big burly arms until I cried myself out and then he kissed me and asked me to tell him what was wrong.

When I told him, he smiled, sort of slow and lazy, and said, "Well, never mind about what they say. Just keep your peace and wait, because I think one day you're going to outshine everyone, honey."

"Don't you worry about it, Helen," my mother said. "You're going to look like your father all the way. Some day soon, you're going to be a real beauty.

"Just like a butterfly when it breaks out of its cocoon."

"But I want to be beautiful now, like Mary Jane. She has big blue eyes, and she's cute and little, and she has curly blonde hair."

"You are beautiful right now, sweetheart," my father said. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Yeah! To you! But you're my dad, and you're prejudiced!" I said, sniffling.

I was really feeling better, because they always made me feel so loved and all.

But for all my growing pains, it really wasn't that bad.

I always got the best marks in school, even if I wasn't the May Queen or someone's sweetheart—except for being Billy's best friend.

And I was popular. I had my mother's wit.

Mom and Dad used to sit together talking to each other for hours, and passing wise cracks back and forth. I used to love to sit with them, while they'd be drinking beer in the kitchen together, doing this.

Lots of times they had friends over, but sometimes just the two of them would sit and play word games with each other, and they were always very funny.

My mom is small and very blonde. Her hair is almost platinum. And her eyes are very, very blue.

I have her coloring. The only thing is, her hair is very, very thick for a blonde, and it's also very straight. Growing up, that was another agony. My hair didn't curl like Mary Jane's.

But I look just like my dad. At least, that's what everyone says. I have his huge, sort of almond-shaped eyes, and straight nose. Dad is very tall, and I've always been tall.

My dad is very, very handsome—for a man. I remember when I was little, and everyone told me I looked like him, I was afraid when I grew up I'd have his manly features, and his big, burly frame.

And so my life went, until Uncle Tom came into it. That was when I was eleven, just after my first little fling with Billy Adams. I was very glad all that had happened, just at that point.

I had been entered into a regional spelling bee, and I came home and told my parents the good news at supper.

After I told them, and they were so proud of me, my mother said, "Now, I have more good news for you, honey. You're about to meet my brother."

"You mean my uncle?"

"Yes."

"How come? I thought they didn't talk to you."

"Tom was never snobbish like the rest of my family, Pet. As a matter of fact, he left home early, and apparently made good in the world. He just came back and called me when he heard I was married."

"And he's not mad because you married a truck driver?"

Uncle Tom was supposed to come on Saturday morning, and he was going to visit for a week.

I suppose I should say that I had altered considerably from the age of six. My budding mounds were really developing, and my hips were filling out, and I actually had a shape. So I was considerably more optimistic with regard to the senior prom than I had been.

I did wear braces on my teeth. That was my new agony.

And it was getting fashionable to have long straight hair, so I had stopped agonizing on that score. It had stayed the same platinum blonde color as my mother's.

That was the way things stood when Uncle Tom came into my life. It was a strange set of circumstances.

Friday, when I came home from school, Mom didn't feel well, and I sent her to bed, and made supper for all of us. Thank God Dad was home, and not out on the road!

When I went upstairs after supper, to see if Mom needed anything, l found her vomiting in the bathroom. I went downstairs and got my father.

He went upstairs, and carried her down to the car, and got Mrs. Nathan to come and sit with me. It turned out to be appendicitis.

Daddy called and said he was going to sit with Mom until morning. I went to bed feeling much better. After all, several kids in my class had had appendicitis, and it was all right, and Dad had said that Mom was doing fine.

The doorbell rang early the next morning, and I answered it. Mrs. Nathan was sleeping in my mom and dad's room.

It was my uncle Tom.

"Good morning," he said. I looked up a very long length of him before I came to his very handsome face. My pussy actually creamed right then and there, when I looked at him!

He smiled. "You must be Helen."

"I am."

I let him in and brought him to the kitchen, and started coffee. I sat down and explained what had happened to Mom.

Dad came back about a half hour later. He looked tired but happy.

"She's fine," he said to us, "she'll be home by next Friday."

Well, that was the way I met Uncle Tom.

Instead of staying one week, he stayed three. The second week, when Mom was home from the hospital and recuperating, Uncle Tom came home with an envelope.

"I never did hear of your marriage, until recently, so I owe you a wedding present. I thought you might like this."

When Mom opened it, it was round-trip tickets to Bermuda.

"Oh, honey, do you think we can do it?" she asked my father.

Dad called his office, and they were awful nice about letting him take the vacation. So Mom and Dad went to Bermuda for a second honeymoon, while Uncle Tom and I kept house.

And that's when I learned that I was infatuated with him.

As the week progressed, I realized that not only was I attracted to him, but he was also attracted to me.

He was as kind and attentive as an uncle could be, but as the week progressed, the sexual tension grew.

He used to take me on his knee, even though I was beginning to be too old for that. But I would let him. I enjoyed feeling his throbbing manhood swell under the pressure of my rounded buttocks.

It was awful, in a way. I felt I knew too much to be acting as innocent as I was. But I was playing a calculated game with my uncle Tom.

One evening after supper, when we had gone into the den to watch television, I sat on his knee.

I felt the heat from my crotch moistening my panties. And I felt his manhood rise, hot and hard, and throbbing against my pre-pubescent ass.

Uncle Tom grabbed me hard and pushed me off his knee. Then he pulled me toward him, and kissed me. But that was like no kiss I had ever received in my life.

It was hard and demanding, and it took my breath away.

Then Uncle Tom broke the kiss, and just held me in his arms for a moment. My body was shaking like a leaf.

"You're probably too young to understand what I just did," he said. His voice was low and guttural in his throat.

"Yes, I do," I whispered, blushing. I averted my eyes from his frank brown ones.

Uncle Tom gasped slightly, and then he laughed. His laughter was deep, sexy-sounding.

"You little devil!" he said. He took my chin in his hand and lifted my face to his.

"Well, you may not be too young to know. But you sure as hell are too young to do anything about it."

"No, I'm not!" I protested, feeling the fire build in my cunt.

"Yes, you are," he said, pushing me away from him again.

He looked at me gravely. "But I'll find out how serious you are the next time I come to visit. And I assure you, I will come to visit."

With that, he got up and got his newspaper, and read it, leaving me to stare at the moving pictures on the screen, without seeing them, thinking about what he had said, and its implications in my young life.

I frigged myself silly that night, and all I could think of was my Uncle Tom. I wanted him real bad.

I had never felt that way about Billy. I never wanted to have Billy's cock in my cunt, so I had done something I thought was real obscene with him.

But I wanted my uncle's cock. I wanted to feel his cock in my cunt real bad—even if it meant that he ripped me apart.

And from what I had observed of my uncle's cock, it was huge-bigger than Billy's, which I knew was big and thick.

I just couldn't get my uncle out of my head, as I masturbated that night.