.. yesss. Ohhh Kevin... Kevin!" Vicky's knees were bent. She was holding her bottom off the rug. Only her shoulders and the tips of her toes touched t...e floor. And her flat, young belly heaved with the excitement. Mona again forced herself to look at what Kevin was doing. She saw his tongue flick out into the glossy mess between her niece's outer lips. The plump, untanned lips were opened to expose the most delicate pink petals Mona had ever seen on a woman. Could she truly blame Kevin for. "This is just crazy," I managed weakly. "Didn't you want me to help you?" She shook her head just slightly, let out a breath of impatience, and stepped right into my personal space. She then reached down and touched the zipper of my pants. "May I?" she asked. All I could manage was a nod. Giving me a last look of amusement, she unzipped my pants, revealing the tent my erect penis created against my boxer briefs. There was already a stain of wetness from my pre-cum; she brushed the tip of her. "Don't you dare!" I'll let you have a slice of fresh bread if you'll ... drive to the Fair this morning. Grandma Friedman's sick and I don't want Mom to have to leave just to take me to the Fair." Oh, aren't you a good boy," Betts said. "Just slice me some bread and let's get going." I turned to cut the bread. I didn't bother to tell her that I only baked one for the Fair and one for the family. "Brian?" I turned toward Betts. She pulled her t-shirt up and flashed her breasts at me. I choked.. As it reached acertain size, the growth stopped, the box flipped itself off the coffeetable, and the box resumed growing, stopping only when it was a littlebigger than a telephone booth.Leslie stared wide-eyed at the strange metal cabinet, her mouth hangingopen in shock. Eventually, her curiosity overcame her sense ofsurprise and fear. She rose to her feet, and only then did she noticethat the box, in its self-propelled acrobatics off the coffee table,hadn't even spilled her glass of wine. .