Cherry Popper(17)

I may not have the right to demand such answers, but at the moment, I don't give a fuck.

When she doesn't answer, I lean forward and grab her chin. Pinching it forcefully between my thumb and first finger, I pull her green-blue eyes toward mine. "Tell me. Tell me who's touched you and where."

Her boobs heave as she nervously breathes, her warm exhale blowing across my grip.

When she doesn't answer, I pinch her chin tighter. "Tell me."

"Me, Uncle Max. I'm the one who's touched me."

Relief and heat flood my nervous system. "Where, Lace? Tell me where you've touched yourself."

"In bed, in the shower—"

She knows damn well that isn't what I mean. I interrupt, narrowing my eyes. "Your tits? Your pussy?"

Lacy nods, her lip again disappearing behind her teeth as her face is still held captive by my grip.

"Say it."

"M-my tits and my pussy."

"Do you make yourself cum?"

"Sometimes," she admits.

Sometimes? I fucking could make her cum every time, a thousand times, anytime I want. And I want.

Leaning back again, I say, "Stand up and show me."

She inhales sharply. The sound of my rushing blood dominates my hearing, which is surprising given that I'd think all my blood is in my dick with the way it's throbbing. Lacy slowly stands, using my knees to help her rise.

Her innocent touch is erotic as she pushes herself up. Once standing, she dips her fingers beneath the white material.

"No, Lace. I can't see under your suit."

Slowly, she reaches for the side ties on her hips. Small little bows connected to the front and back of her suit. As she pulls the string, the material falls open, exposing light golden curls. Next, she reaches for the tie on the other side. As it unties, the bottom of her suit falls to the floor and though I barely move, I hear her gulp for air.

"If I pick that up," I ask, "will it be wet?" I hold her gaze. "And not from the pool. I know you know what I'm asking. Lacy, are you turned on?"

Pink fills her cheeks, telling me what her words can't. She is turned on as well as embarrassed. Her eyes fill with emotions she's incapable of vocalizing.

I scoot the chair closer, backing her against the edge of my desk, her blonde bush in front of me and her thighs pressed together creating the perfect V. She doesn't need to tell me she's aroused. Her sweet scent fills my lungs. I long to taste her cum and feel her pussy shudder around my tongue and cock.

"Your tits," I say.

Lacy looks at me, her turquoise eyes questioning.

"You said you touch your tits. I want to see that, too."

She nods as she reaches for the tie behind her neck and pulls. The two triangles of white fall forward, revealing the most perfect boobs I knew she's been hiding.

"Turn around."

Lacy doesn't hesitate as she turns, the edge of my desk against her bare thighs and her ass in my face. I reach for the last string still securing her suit and pull. Fully exposed, Lacy is my fantasy and my reality.

"I'm going to touch you."

It isn't a question, yet it is. If she says no, I could walk away, and we could pretend this never happened.

"OK." Her answer is soft but strong.

I sigh. Who the fuck am I kidding? I can barely sit with the hard-on I'm sporting. Walking away would never be an option.

Velvety soft. I reach out, touching her skin that glows with the warmth of the afternoon sun. Running my hands down her arms, her body shivers, small hairs stand on end as goose bumps materialize. Moving her still damp hair to the side, I expose her neck. Standing, I move my lips close to her ear. "I want to watch you, to see how you touch yourself."

A small whimper fills the room as her head wobbles backward.

"But first, I need to touch you, to taste you."

When she didn't argue, I licked her sensitive flesh, the area behind her ear. "Don't move," I warn. "Hold on to the edge of my desk."

Lacy nods as I direct her hands to the edge of the rounded glass, pressing her fingers to grip tighter.

Once she is secure, I move south, kisses and bites, tasting the chlorine from the pool water as well as her natural flavor. Lower I go, until I'm at the small of her back, her ass cheeks firm and tight, quivering with anticipation.

Using my knee, I spread her feet and legs farther apart. Her sweet fragrance, like nectar, fills my lungs as my nose brushes against her ass. I push her forward, exposing her pink glistening pussy, her cum dripping down her thighs.

"My niece is a naughty, dirty girl. Isn't she?"

Lacy doesn't answer but her legs quake with my breath on her cunt.

"Say it. Tell me you want this. Tell me you're a dirty slut, but only for your Uncle Max."

"I-I am."

My fingers intertwine in her long blonde hair, wrenching her head backward. "You are what?"