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ADAM FAM, PART 2
"Eddie Comes to Visit" By Uncle Mike
Wednesday handed the whip to Eddie. "Your turn," she said.
Eddie swung the whip.
"Here," Wednesday said, as she held Eddie's wrist hand. She stood
behind him, guiding his arm through a proper swing.
Eddie felt her body against his, her breath on his neck, and the
warmth of her hand on his. A stirring began in his groin. It was all
he could do to con-centrate on what he was doing.
"Like this," she said, firmly. The whip flew through the air,cracking
sharply against Pugsley's skin.
"Nnnngh!" gasped Pugsley. "One more!"
Wednesday stepped back away from Eddie. He glanced back at her. Was
that a flush on her face, or was she just excited from the activity?
He turned his attention back to the matter at hand. He swung the
whip, and it snapped against Pugsley's bare skin again.
"Unngh! Good one!" Pugsley squirmed against the chain. "Now it's
Wednesday's turn."
Wednesday shook her head. "I want to do the wheel." She lowered
Pugsley's arms, and unfastened the man-acles.
She walked over to the large wheel. "Eddie, help me..." Pugsley and
Eddie followed her.
Wednesday stepped up onto the foot supports, set about three feet
apart at the bottom of the wheel. Pugsley wrapped a leather band
around her left ankle. Eddie, following suit, fastened down her right
ankle.
She stretched out her arms, gripping pegs that were set into the
wheel. Pugsley strapped down her left wrist, and Eddie worked on her
right.
"Step back," Pugsley instructed. He reached up and grasped the edge
of the wheel, and pulled down on it. The wheel began to turn,
Wednesday's body turning with it, like a large wheel.
"Faster," Wednesday instructed.
Pugsley pulled on the wheel again, and it began to spin faster. Eddie
watched, fascinated as the girl's body spun in front of him. She
seemed to be flexing herself as she spun, but didn't seem to be in
pain.
Then Eddie noticed that her dress was starting to work up her legs.
It was over her knees, revealing her white thighs.
"This is the part I like," Pugsley said, pulling on the wheel again.
Wednesday's dress continued to move up her body. It was almost as if
it had a will of its own. But Eddie noted, it was Wednesday who was
controlling it. When she was right-side-up, she had her body pressed
against the wheel, holding her dress still. But when she was
up-side-down, she pushed away from the wheel, allowing the dress to
slide.
Her white panties were visible now. They were tight against her body,
revealing the gentle curves of her body, the split mound between her
legs. Eddie was mesmerized.
The dress moved on, up her body, settling into a mound under her arms.
Her white belly quivered with excite- ment.
Eddie involuntarily reached for his groin. The pres- sure down there
was getting rather high.
Pugsley glanced at him and grinned. "Gettin' a boner?" he whispered.
"This gives me one every time!"
He pulled a lever behind the wheel, and it screeched to a halt.
Wednesday was up-side down, her body revealed to Eddie's hungry eyes.
"Why'd you stop?" Wednesday said, crossly.
"Our guest wanted a better look," Pugsley snickered.
Eddie stepped up closer. He reached out and touched Wednesday's mound
gently.
"Never seen it before?" Pugsley snickered.
Eddie shook his head. "My cousin always keeps her door closed. I've
tried, though."
Wednesday moaned, "Hey, let me up."
"In a minute, Sis." Pugsley reached over and stroked Wednesday's
thigh.
"No," Wednesday moaned. "Not like this... Let me up."
Pugsley's hand moved down her thigh to the nexus of her legs. He took
hold of Eddie's hand, and pressed his fingers against Wednesday's
panty-covered pussy.
"It's warm," Eddie mumbled. "And wet."
Pugsley laughed. "It gets better."
Uncle Fester, behind his wall, stood up and pulled up his robe, and
sat back down. He gripped his cock and began to stroke, slowly.
"Let me up," Wednesday pleaded. "I'll give you... I'll give you..."
"Give us what?" Pugsley demanded.
"You know..." Wednesday whimpered.
Pugsley nodded. "Like last time?"
"Yeah. Let me up."
Pugsley rotated the wheel. When she was upright, her dress fell back
down, catching at her hips, hanging just over her crotch.
Pugsley began to unfasten her feet. "Remember your promise," he
chided. Then he unfastened her hand. Eddie mirrored his actions on
her right.
Wednesday rubbed her wrists. Pugsley stepped back, and began to
unfasten his pants.
Wednesday cocked her head at him. "Shouldn't our guest go first?"
she asked.
Pugsley glanced over at the blushing Eddie. "I don't think he's ready
yet," he grimaced. "Are you, Eddie?"
Eddie, unsure of quite what was going on, shook his head.
"There, you see?" Pugsley exalted. "I'm first."
"Okay," Wednesday sighed resignedly. She turned to Eddie. "Watch
carefully, Eddie." Her eye sparkled. ''Cause you're next."
Pugsley's pants were down around his feet. He kicked out of them,
then pulled down his underwear. Eddie could see his weenie, small but
hard, standing straight up, tight against his body. There was a thin
curl of dark hair around its base, but barely any scrotum un-derneath
it.
Eddie thought about his own organs; he was built bigger than Pugsley,
he smiled to himself. And he had a nice pair of balls hanging under
his cock. All he lacked was the curl of hair.
Wednesday stepped up to Pugsley and sat down on the floor in front of
him. She gripped Pugsley's erection with her hand, and began to pump
it slowly.
Uncle Fester, in his dark corner, slowed his own strok-ing to match
the speed of hers.
Pugsley closed his eyes, and tilted his head back. "I can do it
myself," he told Eddie. "But it feels so much better when she does it
to me."
Wednesday picked up her pace a little, her hand moving back and forth
on Pugsley's penis, until Pugsley took a deep breath and held it.
Wednesday leaned forward, placing her lips just on the tip end of his
cock, stroking once more as Pugsley came. He grunted, and Wednesday
caught his sperm in her little mouth.
After he had stopped sperting, Pugsley backed away from her,
breathless, until his back was against the whip- ping post. He sank
to the floor, leaning against the post. "Oh so good," he finally
breathed.
Wednesday scrambled to her feet and stepped over to a small cauldron,
and spat into it. She turned to Eddie. "Are you ready?"
Eddie blinked, blankly. Something inside him turned, and he felt a
little itchy... a familiar feeling... "Oh, no!" he thought, "Not
now!"
Wednesday stepped up to him, and placed her hand on the bulge in his
pants. "I think you're ready," she almost-smiled. She pulled gently
on the waistband of his pants. "Take 'em off," she whispered. "I'll
make it feel good."
Eddie hesitated. "I've got to go to the bathroom," he said.
A frown crossed Wednesday's face. "Now?"
Eddie nodded, nervously.
She pointed at the stairs. "Up the stairs -- both sets -- and to the
right."
Eddie ran toward the steps. Wednesday gazed after him, a strange look
in her eyes.
"Nnngh!" Fester grunted quietly, as a glob of greenish-white goo
gushed out of his organ, landing on the wall ahead of him. It glowed
in the darkness of his hiding-place. It joined several other splashes
of older stuff on the wall.
He reached up and closed the little door silently. He turned on his
stool and leaned against the side wall, catching his breath.
"Should be time enough to recover before the other one comes back," he
muttered to himself.
Gomez stood beside his wife's peacock chair. He heard footsteps
running up the stone stairs, then the bath- room door slammed shut.
"What do you think of our little guest?" he asked, quietly.
Morticia's eyebrow raised slightly. "My first impres-sion is that
he's quite a mensch."
"Mensch!" Gomez gasped. "Tish, that's French!" He grabbed at her
hand.
Morticia pulled it away from his lips. "Yiddish, dear. Or German."
"Close enough," Gomez leered.
"Are you man enough?" Morticia leered back. "Are you truly?"
Gomez roared. A friendly, lusty, happy roar. He reached down and
slipped an arm under Morticia's knees, and the other under her
shoulders. She put her arms around his neck as he lifted her.
"I'll show you who's man enough!" he shouted. He carried her out the
door and up the stairs toward the master bedroom.
Eddie looked in the bathroom mirror. His feeling was right -- he was
growing hair.
"I forgot about the full moon," he whined.
He watched himself in the mirror as his nose turned dark and
lengthened. Fine, dark hair formed on each side of the nose, and
spread quickly across his face.
He looked down at his hands; they too were rapidly covering with fur.
He scrambled out of his clothing; no need to ruin another set of
clothes. He stashed the clothes behind the waste basket under the
sink, and before he comp- letely lost the use of his fingers, he
opened the bathroom door a crack.
He put his front paws up on the sink and looked at himself again in
the mirror. He shook his head sadly. "Why now?" he thought, "just
as I was about to get..." The wolf-cub in the mirror didn't offer any
answer.
There was a sound in the hallway; someone was roaring.
He nudged the door open with his nose and glanced down the hall. Mr.
Addams was carrying his wife upstairs. Glancing both ways, he slipped
out the door, and headed for the front door.
He jumped up and put a paw on the doorknob. It wouldn't turn under
his pads.
"Eddie?" A voice behind him -- down the hall. He slid over into the
shadows and looked back.
Wednesday had come upstairs looking for him. He looked at her with a
touch of sadness, remembering what was under that long dress of hers.
Involuntarily, he whined.
"Eddie?" Wednesday looked into the open door of the bathroom, then
followed the sound of the canine whine.
Conntinued in paat 3...
Authors name: Uncle Mike, © 1995 Story Title : Addams Family:
"Eddie Comes to Visit" Part 1 of 5
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