2 Chapter 2

Morgan smiled, the bright winning professionally "natural" smile that he knew usually got him anything he wanted. It was Saturday and little Jeanie was home from school. With her characteristic impulsiveness, the little girl threw open the door to greet her uncle.

"Hi!" she cried. "Come on in ... are we ever expecting you!"

Morgan entered, a handsome, dark-haired twenty year old, ten years younger than his brother Brint but endowed with the same casual good looks, the same lazy manner which was pushed to an unfortunate extreme, seemingly by his youth and the fact that he was the baby of the family.

"Hi, Jeanie ... what's happening, kitten ... where's your Ma and, Pa?" Morgan didn't particularly look forward to staying with his brother and sister-in-law, but it served his purposes at the time.

Having had the misfortune of losing his job with the airlines at the same time that he was evicted from his apartment in the city meant that he had to hole up somewhere for awhile. Living with Brint and Fran and their bratty kid, Jeanie, would be better than living at home with his folks. He knew that his mother couldn't dream of anything more wonderful than having him home again, but he did not want to go through having to keep ridiculous hours, put up with boring comments about the length of his hair, and all the rest that went with living at home again.

At least here he would have a measure of freedom until he could figure out just what he wanted to do next.

"Ma's in the kitchen, and Daddy's gone into the office this morning," Jeanie replied, carefully taking in the nattily dressed figure of her young uncle. She hadn't seen him in several months, and she certainly hadn't seen him since her new "knowledge". The "knowledge" was what she called the budding awakening of her senses. As Morgan made his way to the kitchen, after depositing his two bags on the living room floor, Jeanie wondered just how much of the "knowledge" her handsome uncle had indulged in! From the looks of him, she felt that he had done quite a bit of dabbling, and she was determined at once to use him in her great quest for learning. She figured that it ought to be pretty easy to wind him around her little finger. He looked very sure of himself, but Jeanie had already learned that people who looked that way were very often just the opposite. If this proved to be true in her uncle's case, she hoped she would soon be able to extract from him everything that she needed to complete her studies in the field of adult sensuality.

Gleefully, Jeanie ran up to her room, where she made certain notes to this effect in a small black book that she kept for such momentous thoughts.

Morgan, walking silently and cat-like, surprised Fran in the kitchen where she was bending over cleaning the oven, cursing and chewing herself out for having started the job in the first place rather than leaving it to the maid who came in once a week anyway. She had read a book once that said that women responded to satisfying sexual lives by feeling an urge to tidy up, and she wondered if this was why she'd suddenly decided to do the stove herself. Was it because of Brint's wonderful love-making the night before? It seemed ridiculous, but perhaps there was something to it. In any case, by the time her brother-in-law entered, any such homey urge had completely burned itself out within the grime-besmirched confines of the oven, despite the fact that the oven cleanser promised a clean, quick, and effortless job!

"Oh ... you scared me!" she cried when she felt Morgan's touch upon her back. She straightened up, annoyed that she had been surprised in such an unglamorous stance by the young man who was her husband's brother. She hated surprises of any kind, and the fact that she knew that Morgan was now arriving to stay for some time did not add to her joy in seeing him.

"Hi, beautiful ... you've got dirt on your nose!" Morgan leaned forward and kissed his older sister-in-law affectionately on the cheek, sniffing appreciatively at her perfume. Fran was aware of the strong scent of after-shave lotion, and felt instantly repelled by it and by her young brother-in-law. She tried to smile nonetheless, and to greet him as cordially as possible. She pulled back from Morgan as hastily as she could, turning to begin busily washing her hands in the sink. "Well, Morgan ... so you've arrived. I don't have to show you to your room, do I? It's the same one you've stayed in before."

"Sure, sis ..." Morgan leaned against the wall, grinning and appraising his pretty sister-in-law's figure while she wasn't looking at him.

"How're things with you, Morgan ... looking for a new job?"

"Oh yeah ... but I get unemployment, you know ... no sense rushing things!"

Fran could feel herself flushing with anger. As far as she was concerned, there was every reason to "rush" things. "Well, I'm sure you'll be wanting to get another apartment. A young man like you, after all ... you don't want to live with us old fuddy-duddys forever!"

Morgan laughed, an easy good-natured laugh. "You and Brint? Fuddy-duddy? Don't kid me ... I know you two ... you're probably out swinging every night, and when you're not, I bet you're swinging at home!"

Fran blushed and turned to look at Morgan. She wasn't sure just what he meant by "swinging", but it didn't sound quite right to her. "Really, Morgan ..." she said in a discouraging tone. Her hand went up to push a wisp of long blonde hair that had fallen forward into her face.

"You've still got a smudge on your nose," Morgan declared.

"Thanks ..." Tight-lipped with rage, Fran brushed past her husband's brother, already annoyed with herself for over-reacting to his brash manners when she had already promised herself that she wouldn't.

Alone in the kitchen, Morgan looked around at the bright yellow decor and headed for the refrigerator. He found a quart container of orange juice and drank almost half of it straight from the carton. Then he opened up the frostless freezer compartment, and seeing three cartons of frozen fried clams he set them out for his lunch.

Then, whistling contentedly to himself, he strolled back into the living room, flicked on the large color television set there and looked in on one of his favorite morning quiz programs. Working for the airlines had gotten him used to a varied schedule, and there had been many mornings when he looked at television before heading off to the ticket office at the terminal where he presented a crisp and efficient image of responsibility to his unsuspecting customers. Hardly any of them would have suspected that this very same neatly uniformed young man had spent the entire evening sandwiched nakedly between two writhing young beauties, or that he had been thoroughly ensconced in the midst of nine or ten men and women of various ages, all of whom were bent upon exploring each and every orifice that the others possessed.

For Morgan could always manage to look as though a licentious thought had never crossed his mind, a talent that had gotten him in and out of many precarious situations.

He was sitting there watching the almost day-glo colors of the TV set when he heard Fran coming down the stairs behind him. Turning, he saw that she had changed into a tailored pants suit of what Morgan termed "PanAm blue" because it resembled the color of the stewardesses uniforms of that airline. He noticed in a glance that she had taken care of the smudge on her nose, and as her eyes met his, Morgan felt an inexplicable excitement that he'd never before felt regarding his sister-in-law. There was something different about her this time, he thought to himself as he turned back to the set. She had that same look that he'd seen on the girls' faces after they left his apartment at some outrageous hour of the morning or afternoon, after they'd been thoroughly fucked by one or more good hard cocks!

This reflection had the effect of sending a surge of tingling excitement throughout his system, and Morgan felt his young cock pulsing with hardness. If he could manage to get under his beautiful sister-in-law's skin without hardly trying, just what might happen if he really put his mind to it?

* * *

Entry number 235, Log 3, Notes on Project X: - June 5 - Uncle Morgan has been here two weeks now. Plans to reach fruition tonight when Mom and Dad go out. From all tests, I feel certain Uncle Morgan will turn out to be a perfect subject!

Jeanie completed her daily entry, in the little black notebook and closed it thoughtfully, placing the book on the secret shelf she had created beneath her desk. Then she ran to the mirror where she once more ascertained that she was getting lovelier and lovelier by the day. She was very pleased with the progress her small budding breasts were making, and hardly a moment went by that she wasn't aware of their tender tips brushing against the fabric of her T-shirt. Hurriedly, she pulled down the faded jeans that she usually wore, revealing to her own reflection the sight of her almost bare, faintly hair-fringed pussy.

Her fingers went tentatively down to touch the baby mound of feminine flesh. "Oh, hurry up, will you!" she urged impatiently, longing for the day when this tight untried little cunt would be covered with silken gold hair like her mother's.

Just that very morning, Jeanie had surprised her mother in the shower precisely so that she could see and compare her mother's sleek nakedness to her own. The comparison had depressed her considerably, but it had only served to increase her determination. She would go on with the experiment. More than likely, once something had actually happened to her she would begin to develop more quickly! The thought was encouraging, and when the bright ten year old learned that her parents were planning to attend a party that very evening and that her twenty year old Uncle Morgan was planning on staying at home, she decided that she could wait no longer.

It was almost 8:30 now, and Jeanie knew that her parents would be leaving fairly soon for the party. The

rest was up to her! She shimmied into a short mini-skirt that she felt showed off the precocious curves of her slender thighs and calves, and then elected not to wear panties. After all, she'd just have to take them off again!

She was sure that Uncle Morgan was interested ... at least a little bit ... and she thought about this as she brushed her blonde hair and put on the subtle make-up that she had decided would make her more attractive to the young man.

He had responded quite well the other day when she'd been bouncing up and down on his lap, for example. He'd tried to stop her, but she'd playfully insisted on continuing, especially when she began to feel the stiff hardness beginning to form within the split of her young buttocks as she wriggled and squealed on his lap ... exactly as though she were a normal silly ten year old.

As it got harder and harder, she'd noticed that Morgan's efforts to stop her became more and more feeble. She could see his face turning beet red, and then when she'd put her hand down on the thick hard bulge in his pants and asked, "What's this?", he'd almost had a fit. It had been very amusing, especially when he'd pushed her off onto the floor and told her it was nothing that she would be interested in!

He was wrong. She was very interested in that hardness between her uncle's legs ... particularly in the fact that she could create it, make it hard when it had been soft before.

She knew all about the theory, of course. She'd read many books on the subject, and the workings of the erectile tissue in a man's penis were scarcely a mystery to her. And yet, the actual physical contact was far more exciting than she had anticipated.

Jeanie's deep blue eyes sparkled as she promised herself that when she returned to her room later that evening, she would have achieved at least part of her plan. She would no longer be untouched down there between her soft little legs. Her soft-lipped baby cunt was going to get some of the experience it craved, or her name wasn't Jeanie Cooper!

* * *

Morgan lounged disconsolately in the living room. The party he'd been planning to attend that evening had been called off, and he was particularly annoyed since it meant that he'd have to wait that much longer before he could alleviate the building desire that had been growing stronger and stronger within him. Now that he found he could not initiate any of the "group" parties of which he was so fond, Morgan found that he was somewhat excluded from being invited to any. Not one to get involved with any special girl, he hadn't bothered cultivating what he could call a girl friend, and all things said, he had been two weeks now without any outlet for his sexual tensions.

And Morgan had found these tensions to be considerable, since for some reason he couldn't even explain adequately to himself he couldn't stop fantasizing about his sister-in-law since the moment he'd walked into the house.

Fran had grown colder and colder to him, and he found it impossible to refrain from teasing her and making her upset with him in any way he could manage. It had become a great source of pleasure to him to see her blush and turn away from him, or to hear her terse voice struggling to be polite with him when he knew she longed to slap his face. In addition, it was stimulating to Morgan to be establishing a secret kind of relationship with his brother's wife. His brother, Brint, he considered to have become even more pompous than usual. The big time executive! He was always lording it over his younger brother, implying that Morgan would never amount to much, certainly would never rise to become the assistant manager of a big department store like Brint was! Big deal! Morgan felt his brother deserved any problems that he could create for him ... certainly he didn't deserve a gorgeous creature like Fran for a wife!

Now he heard a clatter on the stairs, and turned to see his brother coming down dressed to the teeth, followed by Fran who looked angelic in a white silk dress that barely touched her exquisitely shaped knees.

Jesus ... would I like to get into that little blonde pussy of hers! he thought, feeling his thickening cock throbbing in agreement. Fran steadfastly looked the other way as she came into the living room.

She hardly ever looked at her brother-in-law directly anymore. All she wanted to do was to get out of the house without having to have any confrontation with him at all.

"Well, don't you guys look snazzy!" Morgan said. "Wish I were going too!"

"Sorry ... this is invitation only, Mo," Brint's voice sounded smug and self-satisfied, and once more Morgan felt a surge of loathing for his brother.

"Oh, that's okay, Brint. You know I wouldn't want to shock your friends by going, anyway. After all, what am I? ... just a lowly ex-airline employee ..."

Brint started to say something, but decided against it.

"Well, we'd better get going. Come on, Fran ... ready?"

Fran was already on her way out the door, and Brint followed. From the top of the stairs a small voice called out to them, "Bye, Mommie and Daddy ... Have a good time!"

"You bet, chicken!" Brint didn't even bother to look in the direction of the stairs, but Fran did. As she threw her daughter a kiss, she noticed that the little girl seemed to be all dressed up, rather than ready for bed. But the door was closing behind them, and she was already looking forward to the party, a coveted invitation from the Sandwells who lived far out on the tip of Long Island. She knew she looked beautiful that night, and welcomed the opportunity to get away from the house and her insidious brother-in-law. This was the kind of life she ought to be leading, she decided as Brint helped her into the car, and feeling sleek and satiny, surrounded by the lush scent of her own perfume, she sank back in the passenger seat of the Buick and waited to be whisked to the party.

It never occurred to the stunning young housewife to wonder just why her ten year old daughter was dolled up like a seventeen year old. She had more important things to think about at the moment.

* * *

"Hi ..." Jeanie entered swaying her small but already curvaceous hips and stood defiantly between her twenty year old uncle and the television set. "Is that all you ever do ... watch the boob tube?" she asked, tossing her long blonde hair seductively.

"Sometimes ..." Morgan answered surlily. He was still smarting over his brother's remark about the party being invitational. "Anyway, what's it to you?" He wished the little brat would leave him alone. As it was, he'd already noticed that she seemed to want to hang around him, pestering him with silly questions, seemingly unaware of the fact that he didn't want to be bothered.

"I'm worried about your mind, Morgan!" Jeanie declared, refusing to budge. "And your body too," she added pointedly.

"Screwy kid!" Morgan said. But he was remembering how she'd sat in his lap that day ... the afternoon when they'd been all alone in the house, and he as usual had been thinking about her mother, Fran. The little girl had wriggled and wriggled and he'd felt himself growing more and more excited, imagining

somehow that it was Fran doing this to him, rubbing up against his cock, wanting to make it good and hard so that he could fuck her with it! But the reality of the fact was that it was only Jeanie, little ten year old Jeanie who hardly had any tits, so finally he'd stopped her. But Christ, he'd almost shot his entire load right then and there!

Just thinking about it now was making him hornier than hell, and as he glared at Jeanie who still stood between him and "Let's Make a Deal" on the screen, he had a glimmer of an idea. It was a terrible idea, he knew ... a really low idea ... and yet he couldn't put it out of his mind.

Jeanie began to do a little jiggling dance there before him, and he couldn't help noticing that her little breasts were bouncing beneath the soft clinging blouse she wore, and that her legs were thin but perfectly formed, as though she were already a tiny woman. Jeanie hummed a tune to herself, and let her tiny pink tongue tip protrude from her parted lips.

"What do you mean, you're worried about my body?" he asked her, becoming interested in playing her game, or at least in finding out just what it was for the first time.

"Well," Jeanie replied thoughtfully, "all you do is sit around. I mean, I never see you doing anything else ... and bodies were meant to be used. Do you always lead this kind of life? I mean, don't you ever go out with girls or anything?"

"Sure I go out with girls," Morgan replied. Jeanie was twirling now before him, somehow closer than before. If he wanted to he could reach out and touch her. The end of her skirt flipped up and as she pivoted neatly in front of him, he saw that the tender, almost hairless little pussy that nestled between her young thighs was completely naked and uncovered.

He could feel his adrenaline pumping, and a light film of sweat broke out upon his brow. "What do you do with them?" Jeanie asked, moving closer still.

Shit! Morgan thought, she's asking for it!

"Lots of things ..." Morgan answered, his eyes taking in the whole appealing shape of his little niece. She was cute all right, there was no doubt about that ... and the thought that her mother Fran had probably looked just like this once added to the young man's excitement. What would it be like to feel that little pussy slipping over his finger? He bet that Jeanie would like it ... that she would like it a lot!

"Tell me ...!" Jeanie implored, forming her gloss-covered pink lips into a pout and standing, hands on hips, an inch from her uncle. She could tell that her performance was having the desired effect just from the look on Morgan's face, and as she glanced down to his lap, she could see the telltale bulge in his pants. It was working ... so far it was working very well!

"Uhhhh ..." Morgan hesitated.

"Show me!" Jeanie added boldly.

She's asked me ... she's forcing me into it! Morgan told himself, as the last shreds of his hesitancy melted away. She was only ten years old, for Chrissakes, and his own niece ... but he couldn't stop himself!

"Come over to the couch and I'll show you," he said, his voice low with emotion.

"Oh, will you, Uncle Morgan?" Jeanie cried, her voice shrill with excitement and a false little-girl tone.

Morgan didn't answer. There was a lump in his throat as he stood up. Jeanie ran before him and sat upon the couch, her small pale legs spread so that he could see directly between them, up under her

skirt, the glistening jewel of her baby cunt that seemed to beckon him on.

He was going to do it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself now. She wanted it too bad ... and so, for that matter, did he!

The young uncle could feel his thick cock throbbing hotly in his pants as he moved toward her. It ached unmercifully, and he thought about what he could do. He didn't think he could get it inside her ... no, not yet ... he couldn't do that ... but, by God, he'd think of something!

Jeanie reclined on the sofa, waiting, her eyes bright with emotion as she saw her Uncle Morgan coming toward her. She could feel undeniable thrills of desire coursing through her youthful loins as he bent over her. The emotion she was feeling was being carefully analyzed by her mind, and she felt a gnawing hunger inside her for the fruition of her plans. She lay with her head back on the sofa, right there in her own family living room, her eyes closing in mute submission to her uncle's presence near her. Her ears seemed to be burning and every part of her being was filled with anticipation. To her overwhelming joy, she felt her slender legs being slowly spread apart, and her breath came in jagged rushes as the soft exposed center of her down-covered pussy pulsed excitedly.

OH GOD, WOULD HE NEVER TOUCH HER THERE? And then the ten year old felt her uncle's thumbs pressing hard on her tender white thighs, pulling her forward toward him.

Unexplainably, Morgan found the little girl's fully presented naked hips and thighs far more beautiful than any grown woman he'd ever seen. She had a grace about her, an inner passivity that excited him beyond measure. This was going to be the most exciting thing he'd ever done ... and he'd done a lot of things! His face approached the pale naked mound of child's flesh, the secret untouched "vee" of his little niece's waiting pussy. Eagerly, he flicked out his tongue, parting the thinly curling traces of pubic hair and penetrating the already softly pulsating little slit of the ten year old's naked cunt.

"Aaaaaaa!" Jeanie cried, jerking a little at the unexpected wetness of the hotly searing contact. Morgan held the little girl firm and wormed his tongue slowly inward, making a sharp little spear with the tip of it. It was soft and yet hard against her delicate cuntal flesh and the seeping secret warmth of her excitedly aroused pussy surrounded his protruding tongue.

"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, "Ooooooooh, Uncle Morgan!"

The rash young uncle savored the little girl's sexual flavor, rolling his tongue about in the moist confines of the narrow pulsing lips of her widely offered young pussy. She tasted damn good! He could feel her whole body jerking and quivering with each teasing stroke of his tongue up between her open thighs as he breathed deeply into the widespread area of the ten year old's openly exposed cunt, letting the flat of his tongue brush again and again over the rising hardness of her tiny pulsating clitoris.

"Let me kiss it!" he muttered into her openly presented pussy. "Let me kiss your little cunt good!"

Jeanie moaned her assent. She had never in her young life felt anything so wonderful, so far beyond her wildest imaginings about what her first real encounter would be like!

The soft trembling folds and crevices of the blonde little girl's virgin pussy responded willingly to her uncle's expert tonguing, and the young man could feel her getting wetter and wetter as she became more and more aroused. Two small hands reached down and tangled in Morgan's dark shaggy hair, tugging and pulling as the anguish of her desire mounted moment by moment. Morgan mouthed the moist area of her now hungrily straining pussy, noisily forming a gentle sucking action by pursing his lips, creating lewd wet sounds, licking hungrily at the morsel of her baby pussy, enjoying his sensual task as he waited for her to reach completion for the very first time.

Morgan could feel his thickly swollen cock tensed and hard, wishing for a turn at this delightfully fresh young pussy, wishing to crawl up between those little legs and enter the secret tiny vagina that had never known a man's thick hard cock before. Her excitedly straining thighs were widespread on either side of his kneeling body as she reclined upon the family sofa and let Morgan's hands move upward along her slender form to feel the small heated mounds of her new young breasts. His still hotly probing tongue worked steadily at the moist interior of his niece's virgin cunt, worming upward into the tight opening of her vaginal slit, moving and slipping back and forth with maddening persistence over the desire-swollen bud of the little girl's clitoris.

The sign he had been waiting for came when suddenly Jeanie shuddered, her ravaged young pussy unable to bear a second longer of her uncle's sensually unrelenting attack. The little girl's eyes opened briefly to take in the picture of her uncle's dark wavy hair moving lewdly back and forth down between her spread thighs. Then with a low groan from deep in her chest, she began to screw her inexperienced loins with outright wantonness upward toward Uncle Morgan's face, pushing steadily as though she were trying to draw his entire tongue all the way up inside her hotly flooded little cunt.

"MmmmmnnnnnNNNoooonnnnoooo!" she moaned over and over, little goose-pimples forming on the smooth surfaces of her skin, beads of perspiration starting out on her forehead. This was more than she had bargained for ... much more ... it felt as though she were going to die, as though she could never survive the pleasure that she was receiving. Sobbing and trembling, completely out of control, little Jeanie was caught in the midst of a wild stormy tempest. Her straining white thighs jerked upward as with a low groan of total surrender she locked them up over her uncle's shoulders, pulling his head and his hungrily nibbling mouth and tongue still closer to the exciting turmoil seething deep inside her wetly climaxing young pussy.

All thought was erased from her naturally analytical mind. She was his, utterly and totally his! Her uncle's mouth was attached to the most important part of her very being, her recently discovered womanhood. They were performing a sacred, age-old ritual that was bringing her closer and closer to her goals! The little girl's shamelessly aroused body thrashed crazily as her hips ground voraciously upward, her throbbing young vaginal slit presenting all its softness and every fold and heated crevice to the unmerciful licking and sucking of her uncle's wildly swirling tongue.

"OOOOAAAAAAAH!" Each delicate ridge of Jeanie's nakedly exposed pussy was melting into Morgan's mouth, the wetness and the warmth of his lips combining to set her whole ten year old world spinning ... dazzling her with a fireworks display of tumultuous cumming.

A thoroughly unfamiliar rapture was building and building deep within the little girl's loins! "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOHHHHHH!" she sighed.

Morgan ground his mouth hungrily and tightly down onto his niece's hotly seeping baby cunt, feeling the soft flesh of her open pussy against his lips. He let her vent off her young lust against him, feeling it strike her in wave after wave of overwhelming orgasm.

"OOOOHHHHHHH UNCLE MORGANNNNNNN! YESSSSSS! YESSSSSS! OH THANK YOU!

THANK YOU!" she keened, her voice trailing off into a babble of unintelligible words and half words.

Morgan received the precious juices of the little girl's first orgasm, waiting until the fire finally subsided within her and her young limbs quivered and twitched against him with the potent memory of her introduction to sexual life. And then, longing to feel his cock sinking deep in where his tongue had been, he rose up before her and placed its hot aching tip against the hot entrance to her pussy. It was much too

big. Morgan knew that no matter how badly he wanted to, he would never fit inside.

"Not now, anyway," he muttered. "Not yet!"

And then he placed his middle finger there, letting it push and worm its way slowly up between Jeanie's slender legs like a scalding hot poker, moving up into her tight but unresisting cuntal sheath, boring right up into her virginity ... its thick digital mass forcing her young slippery pussy wider and wider.

"Aaaarrrggggg! YES! OH!" she cried, and then words were lost as the tightly clinging interior depths of her tautly stretched virgin pussy were thoroughly penetrated by her uncle's extended middle finger.

"You like it?" he asked lewdly, lifting himself up a little and moving up between her nakedly wide-held thighs. He pushed with his finger all the way to the very tip end of her still highly aroused young cunt, enjoying his niece's excruciating moans of pleasure and lapsing into a relentless rhythm of finger-fucking that made Jeanie hope it would never end.

"This will loosen you up ..." she heard him panting over her, and then her mind whirled unbelievably and she was suddenly cumming again, cumming against her uncle's penetrating finger, her second orgasm exploding wildly around its hotly driving mass.

"OH NEVER!" she cried, the words sputtering forth from her lips, "OH GOD NEVER BEFORE! NEVER BEFORE!"