Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.
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"Ohhh, Uncle Andy," Marge whispered as her uncle finally pulled away from their incestuous tongue-kiss.
The man had given his niece a ride home from school. Somehow, the sexual longing they had always felt for each other had caught fire as he had leaned across the lovely, young girl to open her car door.
They had embraced and kissed each other hotly before Andy Randall had finally managed to pull away, a little shocked by his own desires and by his young niece's eager reaction.
"Sorry, baby, that shouldn't have happened," he murmured.
"And why not? I'm glad it happened, and, if you're honest with yourself, you'll admit that you're glad too!" Marge said, flinging her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
She got out of the car.
"I'll tell you what, Uncle Andy," she said with a smile, leaning down and looking in at him through the car window. "There's no one home right now. Why don't you go on home and make up some excuse to Aunt Helen about why you have to leave right away again?"
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"Ohhh, Uncle Andy," Marge whispered as her uncle finally pulled away from their incestuous tongue-kiss.
The man had given his niece a ride home from school. Somehow, the sexual longing they had always felt for each other had caught fire as he had leaned across the lovely, young girl to open her car door.
They had embraced and kissed each other hotly before Andy Randall had finally managed to pull away, a little shocked by his own desires and by his young niece's eager reaction.
"Sorry, baby, that shouldn't have happened," he murmured.
"And why not? I'm glad it happened, and, if you're honest with yourself, you'll admit that you're glad too!" Marge said, flinging her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
She got out of the car.
"I'll tell you what, Uncle Andy," she said with a smile, leaning down and looking in at him through the car window. "There's no one home right now. Why don't you go on home and make up some excuse to Aunt Helen about why you have to leave right away again?"