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 Camping With Bailey (Part1) by J.  D.  Bailey
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   Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction, and is about an
incestuous relationship between a 12 year old girl and her Uncle.  If you
are offended by stories of this type, with graphic descriptions of
incestuous sex, please stop here.  Any similarity between the characters
herein and any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  No animals
were harmed during the writing of this story.  Enjoy!  "JDB"
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   (1)



   I was taking a week off to go camping and my older sister called to ask
a favor.  Would I mind taking one of her kids with me?  She and her husband
were having problems, money was tight, and they needed some alone time.  I
asked which kid, 'cause they had 3, all girls.  She suggested I take Bailey
along, as the other two already had found places to go for a few days.  I
said sure.



   Bailey was 11 then and she is 17 now.  This story took place in 2005 and
I was 28 then.  We always got along well, and she was always a real cutie,
both in looks and playfulness.  I picked her up, told my sis where we'd be,
and we left.  Bailey was excited and kept thanking me over and over for
bringing her.  I kept repeating that it was no prob, my pleasure, blah blah
blah.  And I didn't mind at all.  And that was the sincere truth.



   I had been secretly waiting for an opportunity like this to get some
alone time with Bailey after a night the previous winter when I had been
sitting for them.  All of us were in the family room watching zombie
movies. I was sort of reclined on the sofa, Bailey was in the 'big' chair,
Kailah was sprawled out on the loveseat, and the oldest, Heather, was on
the floor.  All of us were covered by blankets.  Kailah fell asleep and I
carried her to her room and put her to to bed.  When I got back to the
family room Heather announced she was bored and asked if she could go
upstairs and use the computer.  (The kids were allowed only so much time on
the computer, but I never timed them.  I told her fine, go ahead, have
fun.) As soon as Heather left, Bailey got on the sofa with me, in my lap,
as I was stretched out lengthwise.  She covered us with the blanket,
settled in and sighed as the movie got intense.

   When the movie ended I asked her if she wanted to watch another and she
shook her head 'no'.  Then she turned a bit and wrapped her slender arms
around my chest and put her head on my shoulder.  "I just wanna hold you
like this, Unka", she told me in a soft voice.  I sighed and my dick
twitched and swelled a bit.  Bailey must have felt it as it pulsated
against her, but she never indicated either way, she just rested on me,
sort of caressing my neck, her warm breath there felt good, too.  I really
needed to get up and piss, so I asked her to make room for me to do so.  As
I stood, she reached out and her fingertips lightly brushed the throbbing
bulge in my jeans.



   My mind was whirling as I drained the vein.  Could this really be
happening?  I would certainly find out, as I decided I'd press the issue a
bit.  Back in the family room, I tossed a log into the wood-stove and
dimmed the light a bit.  We settled back in on the couch.  Bailey had put
in a Tom Hanks movie, and as she leaned back against me, I put my hand on
her flat belly where it was exposed above her jeans and t-shirt.  I rested
my other hand on her thigh.  Bailey put a hand on mine, the one on her
belly, and I lightly kissed her neck.  She sighed and squeezed my hand.  I
moved my hand up, under her shirt and found no bra.  A second later I was
touching one of her small boobs.  Her nipples were puffy and hard, and my
touch sent gooseflesh out on her skin.  She shivered and sort of giggled.



   I was about to move my other hand into the waistband of her jeans when I
heard Heather plodding down the stairs.  She poked her head into the room
and announced she was getting a snack.  Cooled by the intrusion, we watched
the movie and I didn't touch her again.  Bailey fell asleep on me and I
carried her to her room, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.  She
smiled.  I poked my head into the computer cubby and told Heather I that
was going to bed and I'd see her in the morning.  (I was sitting them the
entire weekend, and this was Friday night.  My sis was due home Sunday
night.  I saw that this was shaping up to be an odd and interesting
weekend).

   There was no to be more chances over that weekend to see just how far
things might go with Bailey, but the next afternoon, as I passed by the
room shared by Bailey and Heather, I heard the girls whispering in
discussion.  The door was open a few inches so I stopped and listened. 
Heather was asking Bailey "So...?  Did you...  um...  do it?".  Bailey
whispered that she didn't, but maybe later that night if she could manage
it.  Heather giggled.  "I always knew you were his favorite," she said to
Bailey.  I left, my mind reeling, thoughts and improbable visions of sex
with my pretty little niece.  Incestuous sex.  Forbidden fruit.  Jesus, I
was hard put all day to hide my raging hard on.  I ducked into the bathroom
three times that afternoon just to jerk off, to try and rid my mind of
whatever seed my niece had planted there.

   Nothing happened that night, though, and I admit that I was relieved,
although the sexual tension between Bailey and I was heavy.  Shit, yeah, it
was flattering as all hell to think that my 11 year old niece wanted me,
and that I might want her, too.  But if the opportunity really came about,
would I really let it play out?  I decided then that, given the chance I
would, but it would only be in response to her gambit.  So, aside from a
few times over my sister's for a random supper or to watch some baseball on
t.v., there was no other contact.



   Until the camping trip.

   We set up near the river in a secluded site I knew of.  She had her own
tent, a small 4-man dome, and I had my EMS ultralight 2 man tent.  Since
hers was bigger, she got to store the cooler and other assorted gear.  I
cleaned out the fire-pit and she scrounged for wood.  I set the huge 2-man
hammock up, put a tarp overtop it, set out the torches around the campsite.
I suggested we go to the river and swim.  I was going to fish, maybe get a
trout or two to cook over the coals.



   We went down the trail that led to the river, rod and tackle box in one
hand, and Bailey's hand in my other.  She initiated that, and I did not
consider her taking my hand part of any seduction she may have planned.  It
felt okay to me, and we talked of the fish I might catch, the possibility
of seeing deer or other woodland critters.  In a few minutes we were at
river's edge, and there was a flattish rock, worn smooth, that looked like
the shell of a huge turtle.  I went there and rigged my gear and she
removed her t-shirt and shorts to reveal her incredibly lovely body in a
very small bikini.

   The blood went from my head right to my dick and my knees literally
wobbled.  She was putting a tie in her hair, her back toward me, and her
silhouette was amazing, her pose demurely provocative.  She was all smooth
curves, no sharp angles about her anywhere.  Her legs were long and well
toned, her soft tummy smooth and sweet looking, and her mound...  my, oh
my, it was packed into her bikini bottoms so tight, and it was puffy.  Her
breasts had grown a little since that night the previous winter and were
now a small handful and her nipples were pushing hard at the tiny triangles
of her top.  She caught me staring and we both blushed.

   I put on my sunglasses and cast toward the other bank.  I was going
cross-eyed trying to look simultaneously at my line and also at Bailey on
her towel, legs slightly apart, arms out at her side and her nipples
pointed at the sky like two miniature spacecraft ready for lift-off.  I
felt a tug on my line and responded to it.  A short fight and about two
minutes later I landed a good eight-inch brook trout.  I gutted and cleaned
it right there, bagged the flesh and re-baited my hook.  Bailey had
applauded my triumphant win as I landed the fish, which had me blushing
like a kid all over again.

   I caught one more decent brookie, and a big perch that looked like good
eating, too, then decided to swim.  I took off my t-shirt and dove in. 
Bailey followed me a few seconds later and from that moment it was on.  She
was all over me, trying to dunk me, splashing water right at me, giggling
and laughing the whole time.  I splashed her back, tackled her a couple of
times.  We frolicked in the river for maybe an hour, then we got out and
dried under the sun sitting side by side on her towel.

   Bailey rested her head on my shoulder and told me she was having a lot
of fun so far.  Then she took my hand in hers and lifted it to her mouth.
She kissed my palm softly.  I swallowed and shuddered.  My niece, the
nymphette.  I took her hand and tenderly kissed her palm.  We both trembled
a little then, and our eyes met.  I saw the smoldering deep in hers, and I
know what she saw in mine.  The next moment our lips met and we awkwardly
embraced.  I lowered her to the towel and leaned over her, still kissing
and I slid my tongue into her mouth.  She followed my lead and our mouths
fused tighter, our tongues danced in a ritual older than spoken language.
Our silent conversation went on for an unknown time, but all we did was
kiss, for it seemed that right then it was all we needed to do.



   After a time, I stood and stretched.  We had been there a good four
hours, and it was time to go back to camp.  Hand in hand we walked back,
Bailey told me she had the best afternoon and she thanked me again.  I
squeezed her hand and stopped, turned and looked into her pretty hazel
eyes. I touched her cheek and told her that she was very welcome.  Back at
camp she changed clothes in her tent, me in mine, and I got a fire going. I
knew she liked fish, and I asked her to get a few things from the cooler so
I could get supper ready.  We ate a meal fit for a king...  corn on the
cob, fish with lemon and dill with butter, heated rolls, cold iced tea, and
strawberry shortcake to finish it all off.

   I lit the torches and was glad for the light breeze that came up as the
sun dipped over the hills.  The breeze would keep the bugs away, and the
torches would help, but they'd also keep a wandering raccoon and other
little woodland critters away, too.  I stood, belched like the pig I am,
and took her hands in mine.  We ended up in the hammock, cuddling and
kissing like goofy kids.  We both wore cut-off shorts and t-shirts, and I
was waiting to see if she'd move from making out to petting on her own or
would I need to direct further action.  A moment later and the issue was
solved when she took one of my hands and put it inside her shirt.



   The instant my hand touched her soft, warm belly, I was lost, but I
thought that if I was going to take her virginity, it was not going to be
in a hammock.  I kissed Bailey on her sweet, pouty lips.  I suggested we go
inside as a cool edge had come into the breeze.

   We were in her tent and I noticed a little bit of sunburn on her
shoulders and upper back.  The upper part of her chest was red, too.  I
reached into the cooler and got out the aloe gel.  She was padding the
floor of the tent with what had to be three blankets and all her dry
clothes.  "So I like a soft floor!" she said when I looked at her with
raised eyebrows.  Then she stuck her tongue out at me.  She unrolled
sleeping bag atop her padded floor.  I suggested that she refrain from
sticking her tongue out at me unless she planned on using it.  She muttered
something I didn't catch.  "What was that, Bailey?" I asked.

   She blushed and giggled.  "I said that I just might have a plan for
using my tongue." Then she grinned at me.  "So there!"

   Oh, my...

   I got her to sit in front of me, facing away.  I pulled her top up and
over her head and tossed it aside.  She wore no bra or bikini top.  I
swallowed hard and with a slight tremble in my hand I started on her
shoulders and massaged the gel gently into the mild burns and she sighed
and relaxed.  I did her back, placing tender little kisses on her exposed
neck as I massaged and caressed her shoulders.  Her soft sighs became
moans, and I moved both hands to her front and cupped a little titty in
each hand.  She sort of squealed, but leaned back onto me as I massaged her
small, firm boobs, toyed with her hard nipples.  I massaged more aloe onto
the red area at the top of those sweet little titties, and she sighed with
pleasure both from relief and with desire.  I moved a hand to rest just
above her mound and this made her sort of purr and moan at the same time. I
sat her up again and rolled onto my stomach.  "My turn," I said.



   Bailey took the gel and straddled my waist as she rubbed the gel onto my
reddened shoulders and upper back.  Her soft inner thighs against my skin
felt so good, like the finest silk ever made, almost liquid, and when she
moved it was exquisite torture.  I imagined touching her there, kissing her
there...

   I also felt the moist warmth of her pussy on my back as she gently
applied the soothing gel.  My imagination was running full tilt, my hard-on
pressed against my lower belly, and I realized this night was going to be
something very special and memorable for both of us.



   Her hands caressed mt tenderly and I noticed the daylight was totally
gone and there was no moonlight.  I wondered if clouds had moved in and I
was answered by a distant mutter of thunder in the west.  I noticed the
sound of the freshening wind in the trees and hoped the storm was short
lived or would by-pass us altogether.  A louder roll of thunder echoed in
the distance and Bailey stopped rubbing my shoulder.  "What?  Is that
thunder?"

   I told her it was but we were perfectly safe.  I rolled over and looked
up at my lovely Bailey.  She was still straddling me.  I saw those sweet
little titties for the first time and sighed.  "Oh, Bailey," I said, "your
titties are so nice." I took one in each hand and gently squeezed and my
thumbs pressed on her nipples.  I looked deep into those lovely hazel eyes
and told her that this was going to be a night she will love remembering
all her life.  She grinned and moved her hips lower until her puffy mound,
covered in a pair of cute little blue panties was directly over my rock
hard cock.

   Oh, I was ready, friends, and she was too, for the moment she felt my
rod under her she pressed downward as hard as she could and I pressed
upward until my cock was between her slit like a brat in a bun.  My sweet
Bailey grabbed at the waistband of my shorts and I took hold of hers.  I
pulled hers off as far as I could and she got them all the way off her
slender body.  Then she pulled my shorts off me and my woody was standing
at attention ready for inspection.  "Can I touch it?" she asked.

   I nodded.  "You sure can, Bailey." I ran my hand through her long, silky
hair.  "I wish you would," I added.  She laid beside me and traced my cock
with a finger, really exploring it.  I rubbed her back and shoulders with
the palm of my hand as she toyed with my bobbing woody.  I am not overly
endowed, but I have never had a woman complain or speak of any
short-comings there, either.  Bailey wrapped her hand around it about
halfway up the shaft and I made it flex.  She jumped and gasped, then
uttered a nervous little giggle.  I chuckled and winked at her.



   "It's like it's alive," she said, eyes wide.  She licked her lips and
began to stroke it, clumsily at first, holding it too tightly, and I
whispered suggestions to help her.  She hummed softly to herself as she
continued to play with me.  I suggested that she pay attention to my balls
as well, that she could cup them, or one of them at a time, roll them
around, whatever.  Soon her other hand was on my sack, feeling it, grasping
it then letting it go.  Pre-cum was dripping from my pee-hole and I wanted
to come so badly.  I asked her to stroke me good, and got her started.  I
wanted her to gobble me up and suck me, but that was for later.

   Soon I was ready to blow and I was moaning and bucking.  "I'm gunna
cum," I gasped.  "Don't stop, Bailey...please don't stop!" She went at me
furiously, the tip of her tongue poked from between her lips, brow furrowed
in concentration.  She had to have felt my cum as it raced up the vein for
she uttered a squeak of surprise as my hot goo spurted up and all over as
she kept pumping me.  It was raining thick gobs and ropes of my sperm all
over and we were laughing an moaning.  She stopped as the load slowed, then
became a trickle.  It was in her hair, on her hands, on my
chest..everywhere.  We were quiet for a few minutes then, catching our
breath, we smiled at each other.  I reached for a towel and started to
clean her up when a sudden bright flash lit the night and filled the tent
with a purplish glow.  The thunder came a second later along with the
patter of fat raindrops on the tent fly.  Bailey literally dove into my
arms and held me tightly.  "I hate lightning," she said to my left nipple.

   I hugged her to me and for the duration until the thunder and lightning
were further off, less threatening.  As this squall passed I laid her on
her back in her little nest and kissed her, caressed her arms and massaged
her lovely little titties again.  I kissed her tits, sucking on her
nipples, biting and pulling on them, giving her the entire pleasure/pain
thing, never letting either one get too far.  I kissed those sweet little
globes and caressed her face in the flickering darkness.  I kissed her
hairless armpits and trailed my tongue on the underside of her tits.  I
kissed my way to her belly button and my hands took over the worship of her
titties.  I tongued her navel and kissed all around it.  I felt her
squirming under me.  I moved and knelt between her lovely legs and bowed
over her belly pressing my waldo against her mound again, this time without
out underwear between us.

   Oh, the temptation to slide it into her right then and there was
incredible, but I couldn't risk hurting her in any way, so I pulled my body
lower and got comfortable between her legs.  I licked and stroked the
incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs.  So soft, so supple...  I
tenderly kissed her puffy mound, hairless and smooth, except for the soft
downy hair which was nearly invisible.  I traced her outer lips again with
my fingers.  I blew softly onto her slit.  Then I placed my tongue in her
slit, finding her to be very wet, and she smelled and tasted wonderful.  I
pulled her tender lips apart with my fingers and licked up and down and
then inside her as far as my tongue would go.  Bailey moaned and gasped,
her lower body squirmed as I continued with the ultimate kiss.

   Bailey placed a hand on my head and whispered to me how good it felt,
that she never thought it would be this good.  I smiled at her and winked.
Then I continued to lick at the sweet pink of her inner slit, taking my
time, enjoying her flavor, enjoying the awesome feeling of her soft inner
thighs on my arms and shoulders.  I slid a finger into her, and she was
tighter than any other I'd ever had before, but time and patience would
take care of that.  I fingered her slowly, letting her feel each motion as
I made it, and I kept licking her and kissing her tasty mound.  I licked my
way to her hooded little clit and kissed her there and she jumped and
gasped.  "Oooohahhhhhmmmnnyeah," was the sound she made, and it delighted
me to bring her pleasure that she'd never had before.

   I kissed her clitty and coaxed the little bud from its hiding place and
painted it with the full surface of my tongue while sliding another finger
into her still tight hole.  Her entire body jerked as I worked her clit, so
I sped things up here, ravashing her clit with tongue and finger and moving
my fingers in and out of her faster.  I kept on increasing the pace until
Bailey was moaning louder and louder and the muscles in her thighs and
lower belly were starting to twitch.  "Feels so good, Unka...ooh...  so
good."

   Her scent was muskier, and she was getting wetter by the second and I
kept at her.  I sucked on her clit and tried another finger inside her, but
she was still a tad tight for that.  She was getting close to a climax and
it wasn't long until her body was writhing on the blankets and we were both
sweating and making sex-sounds at each other.  Her orgasm was building up
in her and it was like waves on the water, each none more intense than the
one before it.

   When Bailey began keening I sucked on her clit as hard as I could and
lashed it with my tongue and in a series of arches and cries of pleasure
Bailey came, and came again and again for the next few minutes until she
could literally come no more.  She flooded my face with her sweet nectar
and suddenly she was still.  She had passed out from the intensity.  I
toweled off a bit and toweled her, too.  In a minute she opened her eyes. I
took her hand and smiled at her.  She returned the smile and simply mouthed
the word: "Wow!"

   I lay next to her and we cuddled a bit.  "That was amazing," she
whispered wearily.  I suggested we get some sleep and she barely nodded
before her eyes were closed, but she fell asleep with a gorgeous smile that
I will never forget.

   We fished again and frolicked in the water, then went back and put our
campsite back in order.  We retired to her tent for an afternoon siesta and
we cuddled together, naked, our hands idly exploring each other as she
asked me questions about sex and love, and I did my best to answer her.  I
was hard as a rock, had been most of the day, and I asked Bailey if she
might be willing to give me a blow job.  She nodded but admitted to never
having done that with anyone.  In fact she had never done anything with
anyone until me.

   To be fair I wanted nothing more than to have my precious Bailey go down
on me and have at it, but we had all kinds of time and I loved laying there
with her, her naked body halfway on mine, our chests touching.  I was
nearly getting off on just the scent of her hair, her young body odor was
strong but not offensive to me.  The sexual tension of the day before,
perhaps even of the months before, was still there but now it had a
slightly reduced tinge of urgency.  I know that I had done right by her so
far in our little sex-capade, and I had no regrets, that's for sure.

   I verbally walked her through a good blow job, when and how hard to
suck, when to use teeth and how to use just enough and not too much.  All
the while she was toying with my waldo, touching the parts as I explained
them, head, glans, etc., I added that to be really good at it, never forget
the balls.  She giggled and nodded.  "The most important thing, Bailey, is
to relax your throat muscles and you'll eventually be able to take a whole
cock all the way in."

   I was twirling some of her hair around my fingers and she climbed onto
my body and lay there, my cock inches from her pussy.  Her legs were on
mine, and her toes just about touched mine, almost, but for a few inches.
Her head was on my shoulder.  I grabbed her firm butt, a sweet, firm orb in
each hand, and started a massage.  Bailey sighed.  "I like that," she
purred.  She kissed my right nipple and licked it, and I told her that I
liked what she was doing, too.  She kissed it again and used her hand on my
other, as I did for her the night before.  I had never had a lover pay as
much attention to my nips before and the sensation was more than I'd ever
felt there.  It was exquisite!  Little shocks went straight to my waldo as
she tweaked and sucked and I swear my dick got even harder with every
little zap.

   I was moaning and my hands were deep between her butt-cheeks.  I could
feel the heat of her virgin pussy pulsing just inches away, felt the
moistness, the sparse, downy hair that would one day soon give way to real
pubies.  I groaned and tried to thrust my cock closer to her mound, which
was pressed against my lower belly only inches from the head.  So close,
but it could also have been on Pluto, too.  Bailey giggled and held firm,
so I relaxed a bit and I took my left hand, brought to my mouth and got it
good and wet with some spit.  I put it back between her ass-cheeks and
found her puckered little backdoor.  I touched it gently and she gasped. 
Her legs opened a little and I probed the tight hole with just enough
pressure to let my finger get inside.

   Bailey moaned and asked me what I was doing.  I told her I was fixing to
finger her asshole and she shuddered.  I told her I'd stop if she wanted.
"No," she said.  "Keep going.  I was just surprised, is all.  It feels
good." So I put more pressure on her there and got inside even more, and
from the way her breath hitched I think there was a little pain, so I
stopped and let her relax.  She was writhing on me, purring and moaning as
I pushed into her more with my finger, then as I gently pulled it back,
twisting and turning it carefully, slowly.  I got into a slow and steady
rhythm and Bailey began grinding her pussy on me.  "Rub against my cock," I
told her and she slid down a little until her mound was wrapped around my
cock-head, and she ground against me there.  She yelped and groaned as her
thrusts brought her little clit into contact with my hard cock and as my
finger in her tight asshole moved in and out of her.  Except for my finger
Bailey was doing all the work and I admired her for it, I loved her
willingness to go along with whatever came to my piggy male libidinous
mind. It didn't take long and she was moving faster and thrusting harder
and my cock nearly entered her tight pussy a few times, so I began
thrusting in time with her, holding her wonderful body against me.  I
stopped fingering her butt and held onto her as she guided both of us
closer to cumming.  She started panting and growling, mewling and purring,
and I was ready to blow, but I forced her to slow down.  I took my cock in
hand and pressed it against her pussy and I whispered to her to push slowly
against it, to relax her hole and push...

   Bailey looked up at me and she looked drugged, but she smiled and it was
a pretty smile, full of pleasure and love.  I leaned forward and we kissed,
just with our lips as she rested with the tip of my dick just inside her. I
pulled away and pressed against her and she pressed against me and the head
of my cock was nearly all the way inside Bailey's tight vagina.  I leaned
forward again and we kissed, adding a little tongue to it, and again, as I
leaned back and pressed at her, she pressed back at me and my cock-head was
now inside her and she bit her lower lip and made a small hissing sound.

   "Pain?" I asked.  She nodded, and said it was only there for a second
and it was fine now.  We replayed our motions and in a little while I felt
resistance, which was her hymen.  I told her what it was and she nodded and
bit her lower lip again.  I gave it a good push and felt it let go.  Bailey
winced and cried out in pain.  Tears welled in her eyes and she seemed
scared.  We were motionless for a moment, holding each other tight.  I
comforted her as best as I could, explaining the that was the worst of it,
that from now on she would not feel pain.  I lay back and when she was
ready, she began moving again.  A few more mutual thrusts and I was all the
way inside her, totally, and she was so incredibly tight, tightest I'd ever
had before, even other virgins, and it was awesome!  I let Bailey start the
ride, slowly, of course, then faster as she got used to me being inside
her. She was upright now, astride me, and as she pulled up she'd lean
forward and we'd kiss.  I has a sweet little titlet in each hand and I
squeezed and massaged them as she rode me.  I reached for her clit and
started to rub it as she rode me and I could tell she liked that as she
picked up the pace and aimed for the finish line.

   I encouraged her by groaning out in mutual pleasure, crying out each
time she thrust downward and all that vise-like velvety pussy was grabbing
at me and milking me.  We were wetter than imaginable and the sounds made
me even hornier that I already was and I felt that I was going to cum any
second.  I felt her body begin to vibrate, more and more, then faster and
faster until those waves were crashing hard in her and she shrieked out in
pleasure as she came, and she shrieked and cried out with every hard wave.
I came along with her, yelping and moaning as we came nearly in perfect
time with each other.  I shot my hot load deep into her pussy, and it
seemed as if I must have sent a gallon of my goo into her as she wound down
and collapsed beside me, her sweaty chest heaving, her body twitching a bit
from the aftershock.  I was breathless and lay beside her, my cock pulsing
as the trickle of cum slowed and finally stopped.

   We fell asleep in each others arms, and when I woke, Bailey was not
there, but I heard her outside.  I called to her and she replied with a
very happy sounding, "Unka!  You're up!  Come see what I did!" She sounded
pleased, so I pulled on my trunks and stepped out into the campsite.  She
had gathered firewood, filled the fire cans, refilled the torches, hung a
clothesline and put our wet things out to dry.  She stood in the middle of
it all, hands on her waist, very proud look on her face.  She had on a
t-shirt that showed her belly and a pair of cut-offs that I'm not sure that
even Daisy Duke would wear they were so modest.  Looked fine to me, tho.

   I went to her and told her it all looked great and thanked her.  She
beamed.  She apparently also took a bath in the river as her hair smelled
freshly washed and her body glowed from being freshly washed, too.  "Your
turn," she told me, pointing out a towel and soap, shampoo and my razor
laid out on the portable picnic table.  "Go wash up, Unka, and I'll get an
early supper ready for us." I complied and after a brief but thorough kiss
I went to perform my necessary ablutions.

   When I returned she had food on the table, coffee water cooking, and a
pair of camp-chairs under an umbrella set up over them.  She'd been a
whirlwind of activity, and I was quite impressed.  "So, Bailey," I said,
"this looks great!" Her response was a glowing smile that melted my heart.
I beckoned her over to sit next to me, and I talked to her of the
importance of keeping our sexual activities an absolute secret from
everyone.  Seriously: no one could know.  She agreed and I trusted that. 
Then asked her if she felt okay, if she wasn't too sore around her pussy.
She said she was little sore, but not too bad.  She shivered and smiled. 
"Besides," she said, "it felt too good to hurt!" There was one more thing I
needed to ask, and I was glad when she answered, "No, Unka, not yet." I was
relieved, but I made a silent vow to use a condom with her from now on. 
For all practical purposes and also to get her into the habit.

   We chatted about a lot of different things and the shadows were becoming
longer so my sweet little lover decided we'd better eat.  I went to the
table and sat and she got dinner out of the fire and cooler.  Salad, sweet
rolls, and from the fire two bulging foil packets, which were filled with
onion, green peppers, slied potato and nicely seasoned, perfectly cooked
chunks of pork loin.  She poured my coffee and sat opposite me and watched
me carefully as I ate.  It was all delicious and I let her know it. 
Dessert was for later she explained.  "We'll make s'mores."

   I was fine with that.

   After I cleaned up the dinner remains and such, we decided to stroll to
the river and relax a bit.  The river ran golden with the fading day, and
we sat on the rock we named "Ol' Turtleback".  We sat side by side, bodies
touching listening to the river and the birds calling the end of day out to
each other.  A trout jumped and I sighed and put my arm around Bailey's
shoulder.  She sighed and snuggled closer.  "I wish we could stay her
forever, Unka, just you and me." I agreed that it was a nice sentiment but
it could never really happen.  I know,"she said, "But it only a wish..."

   I sighed and turned to kiss her and we made out on Ol' Turtleback until
the dun was gone and the moon was beginning to paint the world with it's
ethereal silvery glow.  We strolled back to camp and I sat in my chair
while Bailey got the s'mores going.  She was a wonder, and I felt a pang of
regret that her wish could never obtain.  I'd like her wish to come true
myself, truth be told.  I never really thought that I'd enjoy her company
so much, didn't think I'd enjoy our talks as much as I did; she was a
bright kid!  Ah, but some things just can't happen and that is that.

   Once the dessert was over-done-gone and we languished will bellies full
of sweet stuff, the fire banked to crackling coals and the torches flicking
in the dark, I was at peace with everything, and that was a moment I will
never forget.  Right then I had no regrets, no expectations, and no
reservations about the future.  I had a beautiful girl sitting next to me,
and Bailey was so beautiful in the firelight.  She'd never be a fashion
model, but her beauty was more from within, and she radiated it rather than
reflected it.  This girl would lead, never follow, succeed where others
failed.  I saw all this, and knew its truth sure as I know my own name.  I
leaned back to watch the stars, and sighed.  Yeah, I was at peace.

   I felt Bailey tugging at my shorts and looked down.  She was staring at
me with that sweet smile and I new what she was going to do.  I was not
going to stop her.  She certainly had paid attention hen I described the
workings of a blow job, because she went at it nearly perfectly for the
first time with new information.  I let her go, did not try to guide her or
mess up her rhythm, and she was so good.  She tried to take me all the way
in on every stroke, and it was awesome what she did with her tongue.  One
hand caressed my balls, the other pumped me on the upstroke.  Se worked on
me for about ten minutes before I felt that I was ready to cum, and she
knew it was nearing by the way I breathed and moved my legs.  She tightened
up on all her motions and went at me with deliberate force.  I was deep in
her throat and I exploded like a gusher, and she tried to take all my goo,
but it was an impossible task.  But she got a good portion of it and i was
impressed!

   I was utterly wasted from that great head session Bailey gave me.  But
my ears were ringing and my vision was unsteady..yeah, a mind blower if
ever.  So I sat there awhile as Bailey cleaned herself off and came to sit
in the chair next to me.  I took her hand and smiled at her.  "That was so
the best ever," I told her.  "Incredible!"

   Bailey blushed and smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling.  I stood and
stretched to the stars, yawning loudly.  "Let's turn in, Bailey," I
suggested.  "Been a long day, eh?" She agreed and we went to her tent.  It
was quiet, and the sounds of the forest were soothing.  I pulled off my
t-shirt and lay on the nest, Bailey laid down alongside me, arm over my
chest.  "I am having a wonderful time, Unka," she said in a soft, sweet
voice.  "And today was great.  I love the river, our special place on Ol'
Turtleback..." She sighed.  She was tired, too, and I was glad for that as
I didn't think that we ought to fool around tonight.  She was still sore,
and it is always good to not let sex be the single most important thing in
any relationship.  I was content to fantasize on the things we might do
together this night, but we needed rest.  I sighed.  "Good night, Bailey.
Love you, kiddo."

   Bailey shifted and murmured something soft in return.

   I woke to see Bailey leaning over me, smiling, Her hair was all mussed
up, her eyes were still full of sleep and puffy.  "Good morning,
sleepyhead," she said.  I smiled.  "Back at ya," I replied.  "Been awake
long?"

   She giggled.  "Nope!  Just a minute or so.  You woke me up."

   "I did?" I asked.  "I was asleep myself.  How could I possibly wake
you?"

   "You farted!" she exclaimed.  "It was so loud it woke me!" She sniffed
the air.  "Still stinks, too!  Yuck!"

   I laughed.  "Oh, well," I said.  "Feel like taking a hike up the top of
Kain's Hill today?  It's an easy walk and the view form the fire tower
there is outstanding!"

   Bailey liked the idea, so that is what we did.  Later that night, after
a great meal and a sort of lame scary tale at the fire, I asked Bailey if
she'd ever smoked pot.  I know her parents do, and I know that her sister,
Heather, has on certain occasions.  Bailey had never smoked it, and, with
her eyes all big and round, asked me if I did.  I told her I did smoke it
from time to time, not all the time, and I was thinking of getting a little
high before hitting the tent.  "And you are welcome to join me." She agreed
to try it so I packed a bowl.  I went to the hammock and let Bailey up,
then myself.  We were side by side and comfy when I lit the pipe.  I took a
hit waited two seconds, then exhaled.  I explained to Bailey that most
people think they have to fill their lungs all the way up and hold the
smoke in.  But that was not true.  A good solid hit held for a second or
two got into the blood faster, hence a better high without getting all
stoner-wasted.  I passed the pipe to her, held it and lit it for her as he
timidly took a hit.  She coughed, of course, but I told her it was okay,
try again.  A few minutes later, I was high, and I waited for signs that
Bailey was high, too.

   She was, as she began humming softly and staring into the forest through
the tube of her rolled hand.  She giggled and I followed with a chuckle.  I
asked her what was so amusing.  "Well," she said, all matter-of-fact like.
"I, um...  I really don't know!" And she giggled again.  She told me how
she felt, and, yeah, she was high.  I held her a few minutes and enjoyed
the feel of her perfect young body which got me horny, of course.  "Let's
go to the tent," she said.  "I'm kinda chilly." She giggled again.  "Is
your willy chilly?" she asked as we ambled slowly across the campsite. 
Another giggle, then "That's silly!  A chilly willy!"

   Yup, Bailey was high, and enjoying it.



   We got undressed and under a blanket in the dark.  We snuggled tightly
together, skin to skin, and we got warm pretty quick.  I stroked her hair
and the smooth skin of her face.  Bailey rolled onto her back and I rolled
and was leaning over her.  I looked into her eyes and asked if we could
make love.  Her legs parted for me and I lowered my face to her sweet pussy
and began to devour her precious nectar.  Bailey tasted so good, so sweet
and fresh.  I couldn't get enough and licked her all over to get as much of
her taste into me as I could.  Bailey was totally enjoying my attention to
her pussy, moaning and purring along and once I got into high gear and
really pouring it on, she was grinding her mound into my face and bucking
as the orgasm slammed her and had its way on her.  Bailey screamed in
pleasure over and over again, not words, just sound, and it was awesome.  I
took her clit between my teeth and sucked fiercely as her biggest wave it
and her body arched and her fingers were in my hair puling my head tighter
to her cunt.  That final spasm had her mewling like a kitten as she
deflated back onto the blankets.  My face was soaked and her mound was
slick and we were happy.  "Good lord, you are awesome," she breathed after
she got her wind back.  "Oh, my but that was incredibly...  um... 
incredible!" I laughed, and she joined me.

   I lay alongside her sweet body and started tickling her titties a
little, lightly at first, then a little harder, and soon she was wrestling
me to stop tickling her which made me tickle her in other places on her
body.  Soon we were hopelessly tangled up in the blankets, laughing
hysterically together.  Once extricated from the covers, I took her in my
arms and planted a deep, loving kiss on her, full tongue, an held her tight
to me, he wrapped her lovely legs around my waist and I felt her hand
groping at my very hard pole.  We broke the kiss only for the short time it
took for her to line my cock up with her pussy, then her arms were around
me again, as were her legs, in a sitting position, I pushed upward into her
deliciously tight hole.  I was so glad she was as wet as I pushed slowly
and deeply into her.  Once all the way in, I began a rocking motion that I
knew would bring the head of my cock firmly over her g-spot as we moved
back and forth.  This was new to her, too, and soon she was quivering,
biting her lips.  Her arms and legs were wrapped around me, her chin on my
shoulder, and I held her to me.  I felt tears on her shoulder and asked if
I was hurting her.  She told me that it felt so good, like nothing she'd
ever felt before.  Soon we were moving together in rhythm and we kept
increasing the tempo until we were both going to cum.

   I slowed us, whispering how much I loved being with her, how I loved
being deep inside of her, how wonderful it felt to have her warm cunt
swallowing my cock.  I pulled her head gently over so we could kiss, a
long, languorous kiss, slow, loving, beautiful.  Still kissing I began to
move again, a little faster each time, until we were once more on the
brink. Bailey was vibrating and as I started thrusting deeper into her she
bit lightly on my shoulder, mewling and moaning, and I stopped again just
when I could have pushed her to another orgasm.  She begged me not to stop,
tried riding me with little thrusts of her own, so I went along and resumed
my motions until I was moving in her as fast as possible.  Bail;ey started
moaning loudly, then she was keening, crying out.  "Oh, god, yes!  Oh,
Unka! Unka, Unka, Unka!  Fuck...ooooohhh.  Aaaahhh...!" The she stiffened
up and cried one more soundless cry and she was cumming hard.  I felt the
gush of her juices flow from her, wetting us both and I was right there,
cumming, my cock shooting jet after jet of my sperm deep into her pussy,
our bodies spasming together, our cries of pleasure muted as our mouths
came together in a deep kiss which held until we were both spent and there
was no more left.  Our orgasms were simultaneous and mind-blowing, once
again, and we we in each others arms flat out on the blankets.

   Bailey told me she saw bright light, fireworks, even lightning, when she
came this time.  I did, too, and we kissed again, then fell asleep in each
others arms.



   We spent the rest of our week together camping, hiking, swimming, and
trying out different ways to enjoy our sexually driven nights.  My Sis came
up on Wednesday to help celebrate Bailey's twelfth birthday.  Kailah was
there, too.  We chowed on pizza and ice cream and cake.  Sis had brought us
three more bags of ice and assorted other goodies for the cooler.  There
were cards and gifts from the family, which made Bailey very happy. 
"Bailey is really having a good time," she observed, as Bailey took her
little sister on a tour of our campsite, pointing out where we cooked and
ate.

   "So what about you, little bro?  Is this good for you, too?" she asked,
and there was a knowing gleam in her eye, teasing me.  I wondered that
there was no way she could know, could she?  "I am having a ball," I
replied, big, shit eating grin on my face.  Let her make of that what she
wants, I thought.

   We walked away from the campsite.  "My brother-in-law, Arty, took
Heather camping a few times" she said.  When she said 'camping' she made
air-quotes with her fingers.

   "Listen, bro,' she said.  "In my husband's family, this is the way they
do things.  The daughters get 'broken in' by a willing uncle or other
relative.  Too many girls get a bad experience at the hands of unskilled
over-eager boys.  It's been going on since, well, forever.  We hoped you'd
be Bailey's first, as you two have always gotten along, and she totally
worships you anyway." She laughed.  "Stop looking like the dog that got
caught in the garbage!  Lighten up.  It stays in the family."

   Dumbfounded, I nodded like a bobble-head doll.  "And can Bailey come
camping with me again, if she wants to?"

   My sis got on her toes and kissed my cheek.  "Try stopping her," she
said.  "Now, let's get back.  I gotta get home.  Things might be getting
better since the hubby just got a new job.  You'll be back when?"

   "Sunday night, early," I said with a shrug.  "ish.".

   She grinned at me and winked.  "Well, little bro, enjoy the rest of the
week!"



   And we did, Bailey and I.  I never told her about what my sis said. 
Never would, either, but it sure blew my mind, and also settled my mind,
too.

   Bailey was very happy to see her Mom and her sister, even happier that
her birthday was not entirely forgotten, and she was over the top when I
gave her a present I had picked up when we stopped for extra provisions on
our way to the campsite.  It wasn't a big thing, or anything expensive, but
Bailey -even as a kid- was the sentimental type.  I gave her a card with a
cute puppy on the front and inside the usual cute verse, to which I had
added a few special words of my own, which moved my little niece to happy
tears.  I wrote:



   'Bailey, You have always been one of my favorite people

   on this silly planet, and that alone makes me feel good.

   The time we have spent together this week will always be

   with me, every loving second.  So, take this card and

   never lose it, because it is an IOU, of sorts, like a

   little wish in your hands.  I mean that if you ever need

   something and it just won't seem to happen on the homefront, tell me. 
I'll take care of it.  Same thing for

   anything else.  Need an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry

   on?  I'm there.  A hug when things get tough?  I'm there.

   A hand to hold?  You know where to look.  You are on a very

   special place in my heart and soul, sweetheart, and you

   will always be there, Bailey.  I promise you this.

   All my love,

   ALWAYS!

   "Unka"'

   I also gave her a gift of a silver ankle bracelet with a series of
beautiful sapphires and aquamarine stones alternating.  She loved it and
hugged me so tight I feared a broken rib was imminent.  It was a pleasure
to put it on her slender ankle for her, and she stretched her leg out to
admire it, smiling and sniffling while holding my hand.  "Oh, I love it,
Unka!" she said.  "And I love you!"

   That was after our own dinner, hours after our guests had left.  We ate
a simple hot dog supper, tater salad sis had brought us, and more cake.  It
was a beautiful night and I suggested a walk to the river.  I grabbed two
towels and the toilet kit, figured on washing up as long as we were there.

   The water was warm and refreshing, too, and we swam and played for
awhile, then I stood in the water and took Baileys hands in mine and looked
into her eyes, which were somehow prettier right then than I had realized.
I studied her face and really, as if for the first time, saw her.  Still
not 'super-model' stuff, but truly gorgeous!  I moved my hands to her
shoulders, still looking at her face.  She stepped closer to me, her hands
on my waist, and met my gaze.  I was smiling a little, and perhaps it may
have looked amusing to her, so I told her what I was thinking and she
blushed.  I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.  My hands slid down
her back and I grabbed her sweet, firm ass and caressed her.  She moaned
softly deep in her chest and pressed herself even closer to me and my waldo
woke up and pressed at her lower belly.  I ended my butt-massage and led
her to Ol' Turtleback, where our stuff was.

   "Dunk," I said, and she did.  I gave her a long, languid bath, soaping
her, then rinsing every single inch of her body.  I was on my knees in the
water, eyes level with her sweet, pretty, hairless pussy inches away and I
bathed her there, teasing her, enjoying her little mewls and squeals of
pleasure.  I turned her around and washed her butt and between her cheeks,
then I put a little pressure on her back and she leaned over a little, her
hands on her knees.  I washed her butt-hole, then spread her cheeks with my
hands, leaned in and kissed her there.  Bailey jumped from that, a shocked
little yelp of surprise, and tried to stand erect, but I kept my hand on
her back and softly told her to relax.  I put a finger in my mouth, got it
wet and slick with spit, and gently touched her hole.  I probed her slowly,
moving my finger in small circles as I opened her up.

   Bailey stumbled forward, and I stood and steadied her, hugged her from
behind and asked if she was all right, if I had hurt her.  She reached
behind her and held me.  "No, Unka," she said.  "It felt different, I just
wanted to lean forward more and I slipped.  I'm sorry." I moved some of her
hair away and kissed her neck, held her tight.  "Aw, it's okay, Bailey," I
said.  "No harm, no foul." I took one of her hands in mine and suggested we
go sit on the rock before we lost daylight.  I dried her off, then jumped
back in the water and gave myself a quick bath while Bailey brushed her
hair.

   I have had plenty of women in my life, and for some reason it was a turn
on for me when I watched them do those things like brush wet hair, paint
toenails, shower, whatever, but watching beautiful little Bailey do these
things tripled all other occurrences.  A pleasant wave of contentment and
gratitude washed over me and I shivered a little from it.  I waded to the
rock and Bailey had a towel ready for me.  I sat and dried off, Bailey
behind me, her legs alongside mine, the new ankle bracelet shining and
glittering against her tanned skin.  She brush dried my hair and kissed my
neck with tiny little pecks.  I sighed, and made a wish that this week
would never end.  But I knew better, and decided that we'd just let things
develop as they would, and enjoy the trip and the company.

   I stood and began to dress, and Bailey looked at me with bright smile,
which I returned.  "I have another birthday surprise for you, Bailey," I
told her.  "Let's go back and get a good fire going.  I think, well, I hope
you like it."

   She dressed, took my hand in hers and told me that she already knows
she's going to love it.  "Oh?" I asked, "and how do you know that when you
don't know what it is yet?"

   She elbowed me playfully in the ribs and said, "Because it's from you,
silly!  That's how I know."

   We got the fire going, the torches lit, and I told Bailey to hold on a
few minutes as I had to go to my truck, which was parked about fifty yards
away from the campsite.  I returned with my Martin six string and tuned it
up, and Bailey took a seat in one of the camp chairs.  I stood, cleared my
throat, and told my audience that I was a little rusty, but I hoped they'd
enjoy the show.  I stared with a slowed down, bluesy rendition of the
Beatles Birthday song, and I had to admit I was in fine voice and the
Martin sounded awesome in the darkening wood.  I played Don MacLean's
'American Pie', and 'Puff the Magic Dragon', which she liked.  After each
song, Bailey would whistle and applaud wildly, a big, delighted smile on
her face.  I liked how she looked with the fire coloring her and
flickering, making her eyes glow.  Wow...

   I told the audience I was going to slow it down a bit, and do a tune for
a very special member in the audience.  I knelt in front of Bailey, took
one of her hands and kissed it, then played Elvis Presley's 'Love Me
Tender' and by the end of that one, my throat was feeling a bit rough, but
I one more I wanted to play for her.  I cleared my throat and strummed the
beginning of Jon Bonjovi's 'Bed of Roses', which I didn't know if she'd
ever heard before, but, what the hey, right?

   I played that one for all I was worth, and it was good, and I felt the
emotion that was in the man when he wrote the song, felt the honesty, the
urgency to hear her voice...  and when I hit the chorus, I really took it
home and stared into Bailey's eyes as tears flowed from mine...

   "...I got nuthin' to prove cause it's you

   that I'd die to defend!  I wanna lay you down

   in a bed of roses...  "

   I looked right at my sweet niece, who was in happy tears.  "Happy
birthday, beautiful Bailey," I whispered and that last guitar note faded
into the surrounding forest.  "I love you."

   I put the Martin on the table and Bailey stood and ran to me and hugged
me to her as tightly as she possibly could.  She was on her toes planting
wet kisses all over my face, my neck, telling me between smooches how
awesome that was, that she was so blown away, "and I love you so much!"

   Once Bailey was done thanking me, I wiped the guitar down and put it in
the case.  Bailey took my hand and made me follow her to the hammock.  We
got on, and apparently she had planned this because there was a blanket
there and she pulled it over us.  I was on my back and she was on her side,
half on me, and we kissed.  "I knew you played guitar," she whispered, "but
I didn't remember how good you played, and sang, too!  Oh, that was
perfect, Unka!  Thanks again!" I put an arm around her shoulder and we
kissed.  It was a tender kiss, soft and sweet and it spoke volumes.  Bailey
rested her head on my shoulder and squirmed to get a little more
comfortable.

   We lay together in silence for awhile, fully enjoying the comfort of the
hammock, the warmth of our bodies, the quiet of the wood.  We listened to a
pair of owls on the hunt and the scurrying sounds of nocturnal critters
going about their business.  A pack of coyotes howled in the distance.  We
were safe, though, in our campsite with the fire-pit and torches alight. 
Bailey had a hand on my chest and she slowly moved it down my body,
stopping at my navel.  She explored there a minute, moving her finger in
and around it, and my stomach muscles rippled at her tender touch.

   Her hand moved lower then, under the waistband of my trunks.  She found
my cock, half hard, and she gripped it gently in her soft, warm hand.  A
soft sigh emanated from her and I could feel her smile in the dim light.  I
opened my mouth to speak and she made a quiet 'shush'.  I stayed silent and
she cupped my balls in her loving hand and massaged them gently, rolling
them, feeling their warm weight and coarse hair in her hand.She let go and
I felt her finger tip moving up the vein to the tip of my fully erect cock.
I felt tingles and I shuddered as she touched the tip which was obviously
wet with pre-cum.  She swirled the finger around, smearing the slick fluid
around the head until it was all wet.  Then Bailey placed the palm of hand
over the head and rotated it ever so lightly and it was amazing!  I bucked
a little, and I felt her head move in a 'no' gesture.  "Be still," she
whispered.

   I did my best to comply.  There I was, putty in the hands of a twelve
year old girl and loving every second of it.  Her hand began to slide
slowly down my shaft, slick with my juices it felt like silk barely
touching my skin, but as she hit bottom she gripped me tightly and squeezed
her way back up and the firm pressure was incredible, the slight pain was
bearable and somehow a necessary part of it.  Back at the top she released
her grip and re-wet her finger which then lightly tickled the glans under
the head, sending little shock-waves all though me.  I moaned and she made
that 'no' gesture again.  I heard her sigh as she touched my pee-hole with
her fingertip and press against it.  More pre-cum flowed after that and she
used it to slide back down my shaft, then quickly back up, then down again
and she gripped the base and held me like that for a few seconds, slowly
releasing the pressure, then back up with the lightest, gentlest of
touches. I felt two fingers painting my juices all over my cock, and each
time she touched the head, my whole body would twitch and those little
electric ripples (which were growing in strength) would thrum and take my
breath away.  I had never experienced a hand job like the one Bailey was
giving me.  Never!  Not even close.

   Suddenly she gripped the head as if it were the knob of a stick-shift in
a car.  Her little hand ground against the entire head, my lube offering
Bailey more opportunity to bring on those delicious electric waves. 
Bailey's groping was even more intense with every motion.  And, little
vixen that she was, Bailey kept up her pleasure/pain ministrations for
another ten minutes before I was at a point of no return.  I was bucking
along with the constant waves of lightning in my body, twitching like a
madman when she stopped and gripped the base of my aching pole as hard as
she could.

   She moved herself beneath our blanket and repositioned herself and
released my cock.  I felt her mouth close around the head and she moved
down the shaft to meet the rushing flow of hot cum as it rose.  Once she
had me full inside her warm and waiting mouth she sucked on me and that was
when I exploded in a blinding orgasm that set my body to arching and
freezing, my teeth to vibrating and my eyes to cross.  Then she repeated
the motions as each wave of thick goo erupted violently from my cock into
Bailey's mouth.  Afterward, once my body was relaxed and my pulse slowed to
something near normal, Bailey emerged from the blanket, smiling.  She held
a finger slick with my cum on it and offered it to me.  I opened my mouth
and took her offering more eagerly than any penitent ever took communion in
church.

   Bailey resumed the position she was in before she performed that epic
hand-job on me, relaxed and content.  I began to tell her how awesome that
was, but when I opened my mouth she 'shushed' me again.  She giggled,
though, and whispered in my ear: "You are so awesome to sing to me tonight
the way you did.  Thank you so much, Unka.  Thank you so very much for
bringing me with you on this trip.  Thank you for being the best uncle in
the world."

   I gently squeezed her shoulder.  "Oh, you are most welcome, Bailey," I
said.  "It is a pleasure beyond all reckoning having you here with me." And
we stayed that way, in loving repose for a long time.  Once the fire was
down to hot coals I suggested we go to bed.

   Bailey answered with a sleepy yawn and agreed.
   The End (Part 1)