Bob Wallace - Niece going down

Outwardly, suburbia maintains the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.

There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of swinging and illicit sex. All in the spirit of good clean fun. But where does the fun stop and degradation begin? When one excess leads to another and another to what? When the children set as a pattern for their own life style what already is the norm at home?

This is the story of one family in one neighborhood in one city, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of away of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for them it is the norm.

The norm For the Lowell family, yes. And how many other families like them?

NIECE GOING DOWN a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society a food for serious thought.

The Publisher

Taffy Lowell stared at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She pouted, wishing her small budding tits were bigger and that the silky blonde hair that decorated her virgin pussy was thicker.

"Damn!" she muttered, turning around to gaze at her round, firm ass.

Glancing over her shoulder at her reflection, her wide innocent blue eyes critically stared at her lithe body and the slight swell of her hips.

"Shit, I don't even have any curves. Fuck," she moaned, facing the mirror again.

She rubbed her small plump tits, squeezing them together to make them appear larger. The pink nipples swelled immediately under her touch. She kneaded her tits, her slim hips moving.

"God, I wish I were older," she whined. She spread her legs, her hands skimming down her sizzling flesh to her virgin pussy. Hot frothy pussy-cream greeted her fingers as she dipped them between her thighs and slid them up through her pussy.

"Oooooo, shit, I wanna get fucked so bad." Finding her clit, she rubbed it, her eyes closed, an image of her handsome uncle filling her lust-sopped mind. "Unnnn, Uncle Martin," she sighed. "I want your cock."

Opening her eyes wide, a look of determination swept across her sweet, innocent, face. "I'm gonna make him fuck me," she vowed. "And I'd better hurry before Aunt Lois comes back from shopping."

Quickly, she grabbed the soft terry shorts off the bed and pulled them up her long slender legs.

"No panties," she giggled as the hot pink terry shorts clung deliciously to her slim hips and soft ass.

She picked up the matching top and dropped it over her head of thick blonde hair.

"No bra either."

Slipping into a pair of high heels, she paraded back to the mirror to check her appearance.

She saw the hard pointed tips of her sensitive nipples jabbing against her terry top. "At least he'll know I'm hot," she giggled nervously. Her heart skipped a beat as she hurried out of the bedroom and headed for the stairs.

"Hi, Uncle Martin," Taffy whispered hotly as she came into the front room of the house.

Martin leered at his niece. She had been staying with them for three days and for three days he had suffered with a hard-on. Even while he was fucking Lois all he thought about was Taffy and her blonde virgin pussy.

"Hi, baby," he said, the lust for his niece evident in his voice. "Your aunt's shopping."

Taffy winked. "I know." She felt his horny gaze and it made her tingle.

Martin leered at her, his eyes focusing on the crotch of her shorts where it dug between the folds of her virgin pussy. His eyes lifted and fasted on the pointed nipples of her tits jabbing against the terry top, screaming to be pinched. He squirmed in his chair, his cock aching in the tight confines of his pants.

Taffy shivered under his lustful glance. It made her blood boil. "Why don't I make you a nice drink, Uncle Martin?" she purred, jutting her tits out as she took a deep breath. "I always make Daddy's drinks at home."

Martin's mouth, dried up. He nodded. "Make it a stiff one," he said, his voice raspy with desire for his niece.

Taffy shivered, knowing the stiff one she wanted it was right between her uncle's legs! Swaying her hips, the cheeks of her pert ass sticking out from under the tight shorts, she walked to the bar. She felt his eyes on her ass and it made her knees weak. With shaky hands she dropped ice in a glass then poured Scotch over it.

"Here you go, Uncle Martin," she cooed.

She bent over and smiled as she set the glass on the table. She was sure he could see down her top and when she glanced up, she caught him ogling her tits. It sent a hot spasm through her pussy.

All kinds of thoughts raced through Martin's mind. The girl was definitely trying to turn him on. "Why don't you sit next to me?" he said, glancing at the clock, calculating how long Lois would be gone.

Taffy gave him her hottest smile. "I'd rather sit on your lap." Her pink tongue flicked out over her lips. "Daddy doesn't like me sitting on his lap. He thinks I'm too old."

Martin let out his breath in a whoosh. "C'mon. You're never too old to sit on your uncle's lap."

He patted his thighs, his cock throbbing in his pants. If his niece wanted to play, he'd go along with her maybe even give her something to worry about. A lewd grin swept over his face.

Quivering, Taffy sat on his lap, leaning into him as he sipped his drink. Her heart was pounding in her throat and her virgin pussy was contracting wildly. She squirmed, a shuddering sigh trapped in her throat.

Martin groaned as her soft ass mashed against his aching prick. He took another gulp on his drink as she squirmed again.

"Mmmmmm, this is nice," she cooed, draping an arm around his neck.

She rested her head on his shoulder and pulled at her shorts. The crotch was digging into her cunt and rubbing against her exposed, blood-filled clit. Accidentally, her fingers brushed over her uncle's cock and she quickly moved her hand away, her cheeks flushing a bright pink.

Martin polished off his drink. His niece's ass was fabulous against his prick. He wanted to grab her, carry her upstairs to bed and ravage her body. He grit his teeth. She was his brother's daughter.

"Maybe you'll find a boyfriend while you're staying with us," Martin said, trying to keep his desire out of his voice.

"I don't know," Taffy said wistfully. "Boys are so immature."

She squirmed her ass and moved her thighs apart, just an inch so his cock could be comfortable against her crotch. She gulped, feeling it throb, and at the same time praying that it would soon be buried deep in her virgin pussy.

"You like real men, huh?" Martin said with a grin.

Taffy's cheeks burned red. She snuggled close, crunching down on his cock as she pressed a soft plump tit into his arm. "I think men can make a girl happier than a boy," she cooed.

The vein in Martin's temple was throbbing. The girl was going to bust his cock if she didn't stop squirming. He felt the softness of her tit against his arm and the sweet scent of her body. It had his head reeling.

"DO you think I'm sexy enough for a man?" she asked, breathing her hot breath on his neck.

"You're sexy enough for anyone," he said, his hands itching to grab the soft meat of her tits. He put his arm around her, his balls beginning to ache. "You won't have any trouble getting anyone you want."

She sighed and flicked her tongue out, the tip brushing against her uncle's ear. "I think you're sexy, Uncle Martin. Real sexy." She squirmed, knew she was driving him crazy. If only she could make him fuck her!

Martin was finding it almost impossible to keep his hands off his horny niece. If she was playing at being a prick-teaser, she was messing with the wrong guy.