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Part 5: Don't Let Your Father Know
by Kris Kennedy The following is part 5 of the ongoing story "Don't Let Your Father Know." If you're looking for parts 1 - 4, they're alive and well and living in our archives. But to get you right into part 5, here's where we left off:

"She turned to face the door, bent over in a ninety degree angle, spread her legs a little and began to lift her hem upwards along her thighs. I flashed on Carey and then I shuddered. Even though I'd just met him; though my Dad adopted him before I was born, he was still a sort of brother. And this was his daughter whose rising skirt was about to reveal what no uncle should be looking at. But I couldn't look away. And if I didn't stop her, I'd be committing the worst sort of betrayal."

[And Now for Part 5:]

She was shifting her ass back and forth and her skirt rose until, slowly but surely, her muff popped out into the light in all its fluffy black glory. I couldn't take my eyes off the glisten at her opening. She got wet like a woman. I had no thoughts of unclehood. Just a wordless, barbarian impulse telling my dick that prime moist box like that needs to have something run into it. Plain and simple.

"Can you see it?" she asked, rotating her hips. I could see a outer lips and a hint of inner lips. As she slowly bent one knee, then the other, her hips swayed and those wet lips shifted and sparkled, a pink window in a frame of dark down.

"Congratulations," I said, "You've got a cunt."

"No, no. I don't mean that, Uncle Jerry. I mean what's IN my cunt."

She put a finger into the flesh. Those long nails bearing into her pussy like that. Primal, cat-like... a searing turn on.

"Come on over here and check it out. I've got a pierced pussy lip, Uncle Jerry, see?"

The Uncle Jerry thing made me cringe, but every time she said it, my cock jumped.

I walked over to her, looked where she was pointing. A little diamond stud sparkling in the mucus. So close to her now, I caught the scent of her young pussy mixed with roses. Like it was calling me.

I wanted to slam her into the door, spear the hole from behind, to fuck her silly.

"We need to go now," I said.

"Come on and fuck me, uncle Jerry," she whispered. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy, in the juices. Back to me, she thrust her ass and cunt up -- all animal like.

"We have to go. Anyone could come in here," I said, my voice whispery. "I don't need to get caught in the lady's bathroom." But as I said it, I ran my finger up into her hole. It slithered in her, amphibious. She was warm. The girl gave a high pitched kind of peep and spread her legs wider.

"Did Daddy also tell you I'm a brat?" She squirmed so her dress rode up around her waist. "I need to be spanked."

"I can see that for myself," I said. Even though she was in her twenties, I could easily see her as a girl, a bad girl needing to be taught a lesson. I could see making her soft round bottom flush pink from the slap of my hand.

"As my uncle, it's your duty --"

"Stop calling me that."

"You know you want to discipline me like an uncle."

Her beet shaped ass curved in front of me, cheeks parting slightly. The sphincter I had imagined for her wasn't half as lovely as the petaled hole that opened in front of me now.

"We are in the ladies room," I snapped. "All hell will break loose if anyone comes in here."

"Live dangerously, Uncle Jerry. My Dad wants you to straighten me out. Teach my bad pussy a lesson. Here's your chance."

I wavered. A million considerations and obligations were easily drowning in brute lust.

Then I heard some voices from the room Mia had led me through. Women's voices.

"OK, I'm getting out of here," I said.

"No!" she said desperately. "Wait."

She was, after all, up against the door. "It's cool, it's cool," she said. "Don't worry."

"Somebody's coming, let me out."

"Wait." As she said it, she turned, so her back was against the door handle. She grabbed at the bottom of her dress, lifted her hands and shinnied out of the dress. In one quick, wriggling move, she had it up over head like she'd rehearsed it. She stood before me completely naked in her high heels except for a small jeweled necklace on a silver chain. Her tits were perfect. The angle of the heels pushed her mound forward. It seemed eager. And I could still smell her cunt. I could taste her in my mouth.

Still, I would have pushed her aside, except at that point the women's voices had rounded the corner and grew suddenly loud -- they were outside the door.

I froze. Terror-struck.

Mia pointed behind me. "Go into one of the stalls," she whispered.

I scuttled like a cockroach under the light.

I heard the door open on the voices. I fumbled at the stall latch trying to secure it. There were only two stalls. One of the women would have to wait. She would be watching for my feet. I thought about my shoes. I thought of standing on the toilet. I thought of how screwed I was.

[To be continued...]