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Today, hundreds of young boys and girls are trying to escape the effects of the generation gap, seeking to free themselves from mistrust and question, trying to find their own brand of freedom.
In the middle of this generation gap are a mass of people like Clarise and Ann, two teenaged sisters torn between their own strong sex drives and their desire to be “good girls,” teenagers who question the free-wheeling life styles of others but find themselves drawn to them.
HOT AND EAGER NIECES—a novel about today’s youth for tomorrow’s society.
“It’s too bad Daddy couldn’t have come along,” Ann said, rolling over in the camper bunk. The truck their mother was driving swayed along the highway going south. Her older sister lolled on the mattress beside her, her eyes dreamy. It was a warm day and Clarise had peeled off her top and shorts. She was nineteen, a black-haired college freshman, and Ann worshipped her, longing to emulate her sophisticated ways. But where Clarise was big-titted and curvy, Ann was small breasted and slim hipped. She’d seen her older sister’s lustrous thatch of black cunt hair and wished she could grow something so perfectly sexy as that. Her own young cunt was barely haired at all. Just a light patina of blond down, the same shade as the hair on her head. She knew almost nothing about boys. Her sister was a veritable walking encyclopedia on males and how to hunt out cheap thrills.
“God,” Clarise sighed, “it’s summer and I’m already bored.”
“You won’t be when we get to Uncle Russ’s place. It’s gonna be neat-o.” Uncle Russ, their mother’s brother, lived in a luxurious beach house with his own private stretch of ocean. Or what amounted to the same thing. It was a stretch of ocean too isolated to be invaded by weekend yahoos and their dune buggies. Their other uncle lived in the same area but he was the black sheep of the family. He was a surf bum and a vagabond of sorts. Ann liked him the best. She watched Clarise stretch, her big breasts poking proudly up.
“Shit, I’m horny.” She petted her belly with painted nails. Ann watched as her sister slipped her fingers lower. When she reached the elastic band of her panties, Clarise glanced over with a sly smile.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.