J Watson - Hot and eager niece

Lolly Thomas felt a pang of apprehension as she saw Zeke Thomas driving his old car into her yard. Zeke was the last person she wanted to see. The way he ogled her as if she was something dirty or the way he would see right through her cheap cotton dress.

It wasn't that other men didn't look at her. She was a pretty girl with her thick golden hair, blue eyes and fair skin. She expected to be looked at, but not in the way that Zeke looked at her.

He hardly ever looked at her face, but his eyes usually went to the swell of her large rounded breasts under her too tight dress.

He had a way of looking at her that made her feel nervous.

There was another reason why she didn't want to see Zeke that morning. He was after his rent money and there was no rent money. Her father had drank up the money again.

She tried to smile as she opened the screendoor. "Good morning, Uncle Zeke," she said.

"There ain't a damned thing good about it," he complained. "Now where's your daddy?"

"He isn't here," Lolly answered.

"Now that's a damned shame," Zeke said. "I'm here to get the rent money. Is it around?"

"He didn't leave it," Lolly said, "but I'm sure he'll have it before the week is out."

"Always late," he said. "I swear if you weren't blood kin. I guess I'll have a cup anyway."

She really didn't want her uncle in the kitchen. She was by herself and she never liked to be alone with him. Yet, it was his house and she couldn't refuse.

He pushed past her and took a seat at the kitchen table. She felt his eyes on her as she went to the cupboard and took out a cup. She poured him some coffee and took it to him.

His fingers brushed against hers as he took the cup from her. Even the bare touch of his fingers gave her a feeling of revulsion. She moved away quickly.

"Good coffee," he said. "Your daddy drinking again, Lolly?"

The question was so sudden that it took her completely by surprise.

"Yes," she admitted, "but you know how he's been since Momma left."

"Hell," Zeke said. "A man can't go on missing that kind of bitch forever. He should have known that it would be only a matter of time before she ran away. She'd already opened her legs to half the men in town before he married her."

"That's not true," Lolly said bitterly.

"Course it is," he said, "and you damn well know it."

Lolly bit back another angry reply because knew that what he said was true. She'd heard a lot of stories about her mother.

"I'll tell you the truth," Zeke said. "I'm tempted to run the lot of you off the farm. Let the county take care of you for a while. I really shouldn't have to support you just because I'm kin."

She knew that her uncle meant what he said. Zeke had run people off his dirt farms before. He owned most of the little farms in the county and he had never been known for being fair.

"The only reason I haven't run you off already is because of you, Lolly," Zeke said.

"Because of me?"

"Sure," Zeke said. "I like having you around to look at. You're a pretty girl. You should be nicer to me."

"I'm nice to you," Lolly said.

"Not nearly nice enough," Zeke said. "Just think what might happen if I have you put off the farm."

Lolly had thought about it. A lot. It wouldn't be that hard on her. But she knew what it would do to her family. Kenny was nineteen, but he was big and dumb and he'd end up slave labor for some cheap farmer if he didn't get a little more education.

Her sister Grace was small and frail and she'd probably go to a foster home. And her father. He'd end up starving or freezing because he had no place to go. The farm wasn't much, but at least it would give him a roof to sleep under.

"Don't run us off the farm," she said.

"You be nicer to me and I won't," Zeke promised.

"I'll be nicer," she promised.

Zeke sipped at his coffee as a smirk crossed his lips. "Well," he said, "you seem to be sincere. I wonder just how honest you are. Maybe you really do want to stay at the farm. Maybe you do."

"I do," she said.

He put his cup down. "Then maybe we can work something out."

Lolly was beginning to feel scared. He was looking at her in that dirty way, and this time he wasn't trying to conceal where he was looking.

"You're a pretty girl, Lolly," he said. "Just as pretty as your mother. That pretty blonde hair and those big blue eyes and that pure look. I wonder if you're really that pure?"

Lolly tried to say something, but only a dry sob came from her throat.

"And your tits," he said suddenly. "So big and round. I believe they're bigger than your mother's, much bigger. You've got the nicest ones in the county."

"Please don't talk that way, Uncle Zeke," Lolly pleaded.

"Why not, Lolly?" he asked. "Don't you like being complimented on your tits?"

"I think you'd better leave," she said.

"Not just yet, Lolly," he said. "We're here alone. I know that Kenny and Grace are in town today. We're here all alone. Now you can make good on your promise and be nice to me."

Lolly jumped for the door, but her Uncle was there ahead of her. She tried to get around him, but he grabbed her arm and held it in a fierce grip.

"Now don't you run away, Lolly," he said. "You be nice like you promised."

He grabbed a thick handful of her hair. He bent her head back so that he could press his thick lips against hers. She fought against her feelings of revulsion as his wet lips pressed against hers.

"There," he said, releasing her. "That wasn't so bad. Now we're going to get to be real good friends."

He reached for her again and this time she slapped his face. Site slapped him as hard as she could and she left five red marks across his cheek. He seemed stunned. Then an angry cloud crossed his face.

"Alright," he said. "You don't want to be nice. I can see that now. Well, let me tell you something, little lady. You have your sister and brother and drunk daddy off this place by five this evening. I'm going to be back with the law then!"

Zeke was halfway to his car before Lolly made up her mind. She called to him in a weak voice. "Come back, Uncle Zeke," she said. "I'm sorry I slapped you. I'll be nice. Honest, I will."

Lolly was a virgin, but she was also a farm girl. She knew enough to realize what she was promising her uncle. She didn't think he would be satisfied with a few kisses.

"That's better," Zeke said.

He came back in and sat down once more at the kitchen table. He spread his knees apart.

"Come over here, Lolly," he said. "Sit in your uncle's lap."

Lolly shuddered as she walked toward him. It was the hardest walk she'd ever had to make, but she had no choice. She just couldn't let her family get kicked off the farm.

"That's nice," Zeke said as she sank down into his lap. "You're a good girl, Lolly. Now you be nice to me and I'll be nice to you."

Zeke put one hot hand on her knee and then slowly ran it up to the silky feeling skin of her inner thighs.

He had never been able to get into her mother's panties, but he had somehow known that he was going to fuck Lolly.

"Please don't," Lolly pleaded.

He kissed the soft flesh of her throat and he felt her shiver. He continued to brush his fingers gently against her inner thighs while he cupped one of her tits.

She was just as hot and soft as he'd always imagined she would be. He knew that she hated what he was doing to her, but he didn't give a damn if she got enjoyment out of it or not. He only wanted to appease the lust that had burned his balls for years.

"You got nice tits, Lolly," he said.

He kept nuzzling at her neck. Then he moved down to the top of her cheap dress. He kissed the hollow of her throat and then went back up to kiss her lips. Her lips tasted soft and wet and hot.