She sat opposite me, on a little bench with her brother, the less
than agreeable Dane. Hideous name, fairly unpleasant boy. Which made
Alice all that more wonderful because even ignoring my unhealthy
obsession with her looks, Alice was comfortably the nicest kid there;
she was the kindest, most gentle of the off-spring my siblings and
cousins had managed to deliver into the world. She genuinely cared for
people, and though not necessarily the brightest kid (and as such
overlooked for praise by her grandmother, the matriarch), she had a
manner which singled her out in my mind.
I intended, nervous though I was of any contact with the kids lest my
intentions become realised, to make an effort with Alice that year. To
make a breakthrough, so that I became the trusted uncle and she my
surrogate daughter, at least for the week we would both be trapped at
my parents' ridiculous lakeside retreat. The family event. One week
each year where those of us with an independent bone in our bodies
railed against the fact that, though we might hate to admit it, we
would succumb to Mother's wishes and book the week off work, and make
our way to Broadoaks, and pretend that we really did get on with each
other.
I've rather made it sound as though we were a rich family used to
extravagant holidays in our second home, haven't I? Well, I'll admit
that mum and dad were pretty well off, but that's as far as it went.
They held onto their money, apart from lavishing a decent education on
us all, and then expected us to be eternally grateful and drop
everything to return to the family home. Broadoaks wasn't even much of
a home - the location was OK, but with three children, their partners
(where it applied) and a host of nephews and nieces, and their own
siblings, and then all the third generation lot... well, it got pretty
crowded for a week each year, let's just put it that way.
I, of course, helped in my own little way with the overcrowding issue,
by being fundamentally unattached. There had been a girl once, a lovely
little thing by the name of Karen, but she was rather simple, and
rather beneath me, at least according to my mother. One week of the
family holiday convinced Karen she didn't want to be with me, no matter
how I protested that I wasn't like the rest of them. Since then I'd had
a few flings, but nothing which would have stood up to 'The Week', and
so I turned up each year to face the disappointed look of my mother,
and the increasingly uncomfortable chats with my father about how, if I
did have anything to tell them, it would be OK, they would still love
me. I almost didn't have the heart to tell my mother that I was simply
a failure in love, rather than a homosexual afraid to bring his
boyfriends home. It might have made it easier for her to cope, I think,
if she didn't just think of me as a bit of a sad case. Still, it was
probably all her fault for sending me to an all-boys school in the
first place; no social skills when it came to the opposite sex, see?
What did draw me back year after year, other than my mother's curious
ability to provoke sufficient guilt in me, was watching Alice grow.
Truth be told I loved her long before I was attracted to her. I wasn't
so naive as to fail to recognise my lust for the younger, more lissome
female form, but when I first fell for Alice she was young enough that
even I could not feel physical attraction for her. She would have been
eight that summer, and only there at the house for the weekend. Her
mother, my sister, had a truly artful knack of being busy enough to
avoid the week, but appearing wonderful enough to find time for a
couple of days, usually at the beginning when everyone was still having
fun, and not trying to kill each other.
I'd known Alice before, of course. She was my niece, and though I was a
bachelor I took a reasonable interest in her upbringing. But something
had clicked that summer, and the shy little girl who'd always hung onto
her mother's apron strings was suddenly vibrant and full of life, a
real chatterbox, with a great deal more interesting line in
conversation than most of the adults around her. A new school,
apparently, had been the making of her, and she had blossomed in the
few months she had been attending. I lavished her with attention, and
then she was gone.
A year later I saw her again, though I had made some effort to contact
her in between. But there was something special about the summer
holiday, about the gathering by the lake. It was a magical place,
despite my cynicism, and it brought Alice alive. She was a different
girl, even more confident than she had been, but with a maturity borne
of another year of school and all the experiences that brought. I tried
to break into her world, but she was far more interested in her cousins
than her mouldy old uncle, and I was left very much on the fringes.
Another year passed and she was a bubbly ten year old whose body had
begun to elicit feelings in me which didn't at all tally with the image
of the doting, protective uncle I wished to portray. She was not yet
fully formed as a girl, not yet into that alluring stage which prefaces
puberty, where the limbs are as lithe as they can be, and more shapely
than the finest artist can hope to capture. Still a thing of wonder and
beauty, of that there can be no doubt, but not yet a temptation for the
wilder colours in the spectrum of my fantasies. It was the first time I
saw her in the dress, too, though at the time it was no more
significant than any other item of clothing. Alice reminded me many
years later that she wore it the following summer simply because I had
complemented her on it, though I have no recollection of having done so.
Fast-forward twelve months and you would find me sitting on a bench,
watching whilst trying to appear not to, as Alice, in the self-same
dress and devoid of underpants, occasionally offered me a glimpse along
the gloomy tunnel between her thighs to where her unencumbered sex sat
waiting like a treasure buried in the deepest, darkest part of a cave.
I glimpsed the prize, and then it was gone again. She knew when to hold
off, and when to reward. I was hers utterly, and she knew I watched.
Feeling the dull heat of the day bringing prickling sweat to the back
of my neck, I stood and wandered on unsteady legs over to the drinks
table and began to reach for a beer. Suddenly there was a tug at my
elbow and a piping voice from the somewhere in the same area.
"Don't, uncle Zack, you'll get drunk and then you'll be all boring like all the other adults."
It was Alice, and there was a pleading look in her eyes which immediately forestalled any prospect of arguing.
"Hey sweetie. I get boring when I've had a beer, do I?"
My tone was mildly reproachful, but she knew I wasn't really angry with her.
"Come on, come to the lake with me. You can row me out on the water in the boat!"
"Uh, OK, sure."
I finished with a smile to reassure her that my hesitation was nothing
to do with the fact that it was she who had asked. Truth be told, I was
nervous about being seen disappearing with her on our own. My feelings
coloured my judgment - after all, she was my niece, and there was
nothing apparently untoward in us going off somewhere and playing. But
my mind played host to a myriad of inappropriate thoughts, and made me
feel guilt which I had no need to feel.
Perhaps, though, guilt was reasonable. I can't deny that I wanted
something to happen, that I wanted the chance to molest Alice. I could
use euphemistic language to describe my desires, but what's the point?
That's what it amounted to: abuse, clear and simple; abuse of the trust
she placed in me as an adult to consider her welfare above my base
desires. At the time I didn't consider that for a moment, but had I
known what was to happen perhaps I would have made a different decision
that day.
But we went down to the water, Alice skipping along next to me, the
epitome of innocent and beautiful girlhood. She was, I realised, very
pretty indeed. A smattering of freckles adorned a button nose which sat
between two of the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. Top that off with soft,
red lips and she qualified as beautiful in anyone's reckoning, let
alone that of a latent paedophile. Her golden hair lifted in the slight
breeze coming off the water, and created the effect of a halo. Oh, she
was no angel, not all the time, but just in that moment I could have
believed she had fallen from heaven. And an insistent little note kept
playing at the back of my mind - she has no pants on, she has no pants
on, she has no...
We found the boat where it always lay, pulled out on the shore. It
never ceased to amaze me that it was never stolen - even though it was
quite a simple little rowing boat it was really rather beautifully
made, and can't have been cheap to purchase. Alice climbed in at my
request, and sat in the prow watching me labour to free our transport.
Once afloat I applied all my efforts, weak and misguided as they were,
to putting a bit of distance between us and land. I was beginning to
get the vague notion that something was afoot, that Alice had something
on her mind. She had a curious smile curling the corners of her mouth,
and I noticed the fingers of her left hand twisting in the hem of her
dress, just above her knee. She said nothing, though, as I rowed us out
into the placid waters of the lake.
"How about Smuggler's Cove?" I asked, keen for something to aim for.
Smuggler's Cove was our family nickname for a little beach on the far
side of an island not too far from the shore, or just for the island
itself. We occasionally landed there and spent the day on the island,
though there were faded and paint-peeling signs that the rock was
private property. We never paid them heed, and we never saw anyone else
there.
"No, not today." She shook her head gently, and looked demurely down at her feet. "We could go round the island, though."
"OK," I replied, and she raised her head and smiled at me, lifting my spirits.
As I rowed she loosened up a little, chatting about this and that. I
also couldn't help but notice that her knees, which to this point had
been clamped firmly together, began to drift ever so slightly apart. A
fold of her dress hanging between her thighs hid her jewel from sight,
yet it was enough to set my heart racing. She giggled dirtily when she
detected my efforts to circumvent the mask, and with reddened cheeks I
rowed us resolutely forward, desperately forcing myself not to look.
When the house at last disappeared from sight behind the raised rocks
of Smuggler's Cove it seemed a tether had been released from Alice. She
visibly relaxed, and leant back, bracing her hands on the edge of the
boat. Her legs, too, lost their fight with gravity, spilling apart so
freely that her dress was lifted all the way to her hips, and her
immature femininity was brazenly displayed to my sight. She did not
smile when I looked this time; no, now her eyes were lidded, her
expression wanton. It shocked me to see such a display from a girl so
young.
Time stretched out to an eternity. I had stopped rowing and we were
drifting, my gaze locked at her hip height, my mouth dropping open at
the sight of her. I remember little but impressions - she was reddened
there, and it contrasted starkly with the whiteness of the skin all
around. I remember thinking that it was the most perfect sight I had
seen, such a contrast to the malformed adult genitalia I had
experienced, with their ugly, crinkled skin and uneven patches of hair.
No, this was something altogether different, a conch shell, pink at the
divide and perfectly smooth. It confirmed every suspicion I held about
my true sexuality.
The sun dipping behind a cloud broke the spell. She snapped her legs
back into a more ladylike position, and I fumbled for the oars,
grateful that the rowlocks had held them in place and they weren't
drifting off across the water. I made no attempt to apologise for
staring, or indeed for having been so obvious, though I felt it to be
clearly my fault. She stared away over the side of the boat toward
where the house would be, still hidden behind the rocky outcrop which
harboured our private beach.
"I think we should go back now," I said, and she simply nodded in
reply, not looking back to meet my eyes. She looked so desperately sad
in that moment that I wanted nothing more than to scoop her into my
arms and reassure her that everything would be alright. But I could do
no such thing without tipping us both into the water, and so I
contented myself with reaching a hand out to alight on her bared knee.
She smiled slightly at the touch, but still did not look round.
---
Alice stayed close to me for the rest of that day, sometimes chatting
with me, sometimes just sitting there, but always present. For my part
I spent a large part of that time in a heightened state of tension, not
knowing what to expect of Alice from one moment to the next. But she
acted like an entirely normal child, showing no signs of the little
tease who had displayed herself to me so lewdly earlier that very
afternoon.
As evening began to fall, Alice's mother finally came and found her.
Maria was a little the worse for drink, which to be fair to her wasn't
often the case, but it was easy to see the disappointment on Alice's
face.
"Come on, Alice. You need to go upstairs with your brother and your cousins and get ready for bed."
The little girl didn't seem at all impressed by the idea.
"But mum! Can't I stay somewhere else? They always argue, and they
smell. I don't want to be in the same room with smelly boys. Can't I
stay in the other bed in Uncle Zack's room?"
"No, sweetie, your uncle doesn't want to have you disturbing him, do you, Zack?"
I shrugged, wondering with half my mind how Alice knew there was a spare bed in my room.
"Wouldn't bother me," I replied.
My sister's mouth opened as if to say something, but then a change came
over her. She was being offered a way out of a situation which would
almost certainly have ended in a fight between Alice and her brother
and cousins, a fight she would have to referee. In her drunken state
there was no artifice to her, and her thoughts were plain to see on her
face.
"Well..." she said, not perhaps as nonchalantly as she might have
imagined, "well, I suppose it would make things easier trying to get
the boys into the room. It would have been a bit of a squeeze. Are you
really sure?"
I'm sure I answered that in the affirmative, but honestly I can't
remember what I said, because my mind had turned inwards. I was, in the
confines of my head, doing cartwheels, backflips and all manner of
other athletic little acts of celebration I would not dare attempt with
my real body.
---
Alice and I knew the game was afoot, and if the level of nervous energy
she felt was barely a fraction in me then she must have hardly been
able to contain her hammering heart. I was so nervous that my whole
body shook with uncontrollable shivers, so severe that my stomach
convulsed at times.
She stayed up late in the end - all the kids did, actually - so by the
time she was heading up to bed it seemed reasonable for me to do so
also. I let her go first, of course - she wanted to shower, and made no
signs that I could detect that she wished me to be there while she did
so. I gave her a tactful half hour to get cleaned and into bed, and
then went up myself.
She was lying in her bed, on her side, facing the door. Her eyes were
wide, but she watched me with a complete lack of expression. I picked
up the shorts and t-shirt I wore to bed and disappeared into the
en-suite to change - yes, she had teased me, and yes, she had asked to
share my room, but those things might have been nothing more than the
actions of a girl with a childish crush. For now, modesty prevailed.
I made it to bed and turned the lights out, having bade her goodnight.
I lay in the dark, unable to sleep, wondering what was meant to happen
next. I couldn't just invite her into my bed. There was no telling
quite how interested she might be in joining me for some really rather
adult activities, and I didn't want to freak her out if I had misread
the signs.
Our saviour was literally heaven-sent. As I lay there pondering and
discarding strategy after strategy, the weather was conspiring to
assist me. The thunder which had threatened all afternoon finally broke
in the darkness of night, and a monumental peal of thunder shook the
house to its core. The same thunderclap brought a shriek from Alice,
and suddenly room-mate became bed-mate, as she scrabbled under the
covers and hugged herself against me.
My first instinct was one of protection - I soothed the frightened
girl, calming her until her breathing had returned to a more normal
level. Alice had shown before that she was frightened of thunder, so I
didn't think for a minute she was making it up. I held her close to me,
gently stroking a hand up and down her back until her breathing was
normal.
"Thanks, uncle Zack," she whispered when she was calm, raising her eyes
to meet mine in the gloom. I could barely make out her features, but on
impulse I craned my neck forward and bent to kiss her soft lips. Only a
mad, uncontrolled impulse could have led me to do such a thing, but
nonetheless my lips touched hers.
She came alive, pushing into the kiss, forcing her mouth against mine.
It was clear she was inexperienced, but what she lacked in technique
was more than made up for in passion. I rolled her onto her back and
loomed over her, kissing her still while my hand played gently with her
flank, feeling the soft skin glide beneath the cotton of her nightdress.
It then became a seduction, pure and simple. I did not pause to
consider how I should proceed with such a young, innocent partner. Our
lips remained locked together as my free hand sought ever more of her
form to caress, slipping low over her hip and trailing up along the
tops of her thighs. Those remained clamped shut to begin with, but
gently parted as I passed over the lump of her mound at their apex.
Our lovemaking was simple, basic. Her soft flesh yielded to me, and was
more pliant than I might have hoped. Fingers dipped into a hot, tight
channel, meeting little of the resistance I had expected. I glided into
her silken depths with little effort, and the brief spasm of pain which
passed over her face quickly melted away to reveal lust. Her eyes,
closed while I raped her digitally, came open when I shifted above her,
but showed no reproach as I pushed her thighs apart and lowered myself
between, nor when I pressed the bulging head of my manhood at the tight
entrance to her body. It would not go in so easily, but with effort we
were coupled, writhing about as I forced myself repeatedly into her,
determined to find my own release. As the last echoes of thunder died
away on the hills I pulled free from her and reached for a tissue to
clean the semen from between her thighs.
---
In the morning I tended to her needs, gentle lovemaking replacing the
passionate rutting of the night before. Our moods reflected the weather
- in the depths of the storm we rolled in desperate union, but in the
crisp, clear dawn I offered her love instead, and she accepted it,
writhing beneath the onslaught of first fingers and then tongue.
Her eyes gazed upon me in wonder as we showered together, and then
closed in lust as my fingers molested her on the pretext of cleaning.
She fell against me, clutching at my arm to stay upright as I took her
closer than ever to her first climax. Still she cried off before the
ultimate pleasure could overtake her, afraid perhaps of losing control.
I had no such qualms, and sprayed her chest with ribbons of semen as
she manipulated me in kind.
The new dawn was fresh and clear, a stark contrast to the previous
day's muggy heat. We were almost the first to rise, and walked barefoot
across the dew-laden lawn and through a ring of trees to where the
rowing boat lay. In my hand was a bag full of all the provisions we
would need for the day, and on the kitchen table was a note to Alice's
mother explaining our plan to take the boat down the lake and explore
some of the more hidden inlets and islands. It all seemed a bit
Swallows and Amazons, but I got a bit of a kick out of that, and I
could see Alice did, too.
---
That morning was wonderful, though my aching arms did their best to
remind me that I'm no oarsman at the best of times, and I certainly
wasn't at peak fitness. We explored the slow-flowing river just along
the shore from the house, finding reed-strewn tributaries where we
could hide among low-hanging willow branches.
Alice loved to be hidden whilst in public, and at one point asked me to stop while we were under cover.
"I bet I can get your willy all hard," she proclaimed with a dirty little smile.
"Oh yeah?" I retorted.
"Yeah," she replied huskily, and with that flicked the hem of her dress
up to reveal her innermost sanctum. Without ceremony she eased a finger
fully into herself and then withdrew it and sucked it clean. God knows
where she learned the trick, but she was right - within seconds I was
at full mast.
She teased me with other little acts of lewdness as the day went on,
getting more and more extreme until, with her mouth warming the tip of
my passion, I exploded. She coughed and spat, and watched in
fascination as my seed drifted down through the dark water until it was
out of sight, then grinned at me as if to say "aren't I clever for
making you squirt?".
I sat and stared at her in awe.
"Alice, where did you learn all this stuff?" I asked, fascinated and
horrified, turned-on and disturbed in equal measure. For the first time
that day she blushed and looked demure.
"Do you like it?"
Well, I could hardly say no. I nodded.
"It's my friend, Mary. She found all this stuff on the internet and
showed me some of it. There was this website where you could ask
questions about sex stuff, and there were loads of questions about
getting boys to like you and it told you to do all sorts of sex stuff
with a boy then he'll like you. I practiced and everything."
I groaned silently in the confines of my mind. My God, the internet
really had messed with her perception. I suppose that at least
explained why forcing myself into her immature passage had been so easy.
"Alice, you don't have to do those things to make me like you, you
know. You're too young to be doing those things with me. I shouldn't
have let you."
She looked down at her feet, nervously twisting the hem of her dress in her hand.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked.
I almost laughed, not because I found the statement funny, but rather because it was absurd.
"No, you're not in trouble. If anyone is, I am."
She looked up at me with fear in her eyes. "Why would you be in trouble, uncle Zack?"
"Because I'm an adult and you're a child, and I shouldn't have had sex
with you. It's really, really wrong. What if you hadn't wanted to do
it, but did so anyway just because I wanted to do it with you? What if
you'd been really hurt?"
She frowned at that, not comprehending. "That's not right though. I
wanted to do it with you. It didn't hurt very much either, 'cause I
practiced lots. It's not very sore now. You can do it again later if
you want."
Oh God. How could I possibly deal with this? I know what I should have
done, but right then, as I felt myself engorge at the prospect of
joining with her later that day, what little remained of my pathetic
resolve faded. I smiled at her, a warm smile but with overtones of
desire.
"Yeah, that would be really good," I replied.
---
In a secluded spot later that afternoon she slipped free of the
confines of her sun dress and disappeared over the side of the boat
into the freezing water. No amount of cajoling would encourage me to
join her, not even the promise of another release in the hot sweetness
of her mouth. So instead she swam around the boat flashing me glimpses
of her wondrously lithe body.
Eventually enough was enough, and with the tension palpable in my voice
I ordered Alice back into the boat and rowed us to Smuggler's Cove.
Having checked as thoroughly as possible that no-one else was on the
island I dragged her to the side furthest from the house and bedded her
on our picnic blanket on the mossy ground amongst a stand of poplars.
She moaned beneath me - in pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell - as I
roughly pounded into her until almost the whole length of me was
sheathed by her tunnel on the in-stroke. When finally release came I
filled her so thoroughly with my essence that it gushed from her
obscenely gaping hope when I withdrew.
Even as I held her close to me in my bliss I could feel the need
growing uncontrollably again, and so we danced the dance once more,
this time a gentle waltz rather than a fiery tango, until she tapped
her heels on my lower back and coyly asked me to do it hard. I granted
her wish, rutting like a wild animal, and gloried in the gasps and
moans I forced from her lungs with each thrust. I drove her hard into
the ground, possessing her tiny frame, spearing her until I had nothing
left to give and she was quite exhausted. She bathed again in the cool
water to rid herself of me and to soothe her tender girlhood.
---
Upon our return the house was in uproar. One of the cousins, Michael,
had broken his leg and people were rushing to and fro in panic, trying
to decide what to do with him until the ambulance arrived. I felt sorry
for the kid but there was nothing I could do to help, and so I left
Alice to enjoy the excitement with her peers and wandered out to the
promontory which overlooked the lake, sketchbook and pencil case in
hand.
A happy four hours was spent in the warm sunshine, drawing in order to
release my mind from the maelstrom of erotic imaginings which taunted
me in every moment spent with Alice. Just being near her left me a
quivering wreck of desire, and the only way to think normally was to
spend time apart from her.
---
All was quiet when I returned to the house. The kids were all playing a
game of cricket on the lawn with my brother in law, and a delegation of
adults had departed for the hospital, apparently led by my mother. The
news surprised me not one little bit.
I took up an apparently innocuous position in the field near Alice,
somewhere about deep mid on, if I can remember my fielding positions
correctly. She flashed me a smile filled with such luscious desire that
I prayed no adults had seen. For several minutes the game proceeded as
normal, until a well-hit boundary sent Alice and I scampering into the
deep, dark overgrowth at the bottom of the garden, hunting for the ball.
No opportunity to touch Alice ever escaped me that week, and as she
bent forward to search in a clump of bushes I ran my hand up her thigh
and right onto the crotch of her knickers. I felt the soft, pliant lips
of her girlhood yield beneath my fingers until I could press hard
against her immature bump and elicit a barely constrained squeal. Had
we had longer I would have braced her against a tree and opened her up
with my rapidly inflating manhood, but we were expected back in the
game, so I pulled my fingers free and set to hunting myself.
---
Dinner that evening was a rowdier affair than usual. The kids were
still buzzing from the excitement of Michael's accident, and without my
mother around - she was still running things in the hospital, probably
making life hell for some poor junior doctor - there was little reason
to be restrained and civilised. So we ordered in pizza (something
Mother would never allow) and sat around in the garden eating wherever
we wanted, rather than going inside into the dark, stuffy dining room
and arranging ourselves around the table there. My father, especially,
seemed to relax for once, and not for the first time I wondered what
held my parents' marriage together.
I led Alice up to bed as my lover that night, knowing that once the
lights were out nothing could prevent our sinful activities. Her mother
shot me a strange look as we went, but though my heart hammered in my
chest at the possibility of discovery, I returned her stare as evenly
as I could muster, daring her to say something.
We were both filthy, and so I ordered Alice into the shower and told
her to stand still as I washed her from head to toe. My soapy hands
caressed every square inch of her smooth skin, eliciting gasps and
moans when sensitive nipples and swollen labia passed beneath my
fingers.
Her overworked sex could not accept me again that day, not without
considerable pain on her part, so instead I soothed her with my tongue,
oh so gently. As another storm broke outside the window I finally
coaxed her to a tempestuous peak, her first with me, and gloried in the
timing of the lightning which tore the sky asunder above us, coinciding
with the uncontrolled scream she emitted as the contractions ripped
through her body. Once again nature had conspired with my molestation
of her juvenile form, giving innocent cause for her outburst.
---
She slept late the next day, exhausted I had no doubt. I, on the other
hand, was full of life, and took the boat over to the nearest town to
raid their bakery and buy them clean out of pastries. The feast I laid
upon my return was greeted enthusiastically by everyone present, even
my mother, who had large bags under her eyes from a sleepless night
before. Alice appeared at the doorway to the dining room fifteen
minutes later, while we were in the middle of a noisy breakfast, and
smiled demurely at me before slipping away again. Her mother noticed
the exchange and looked oddly at me, but said nothing.
I looked everywhere for her that morning, but she was nowhere to be
found. I expected Maria to be a little more concerned by Alice's
absence, but she showed no sign that she was worried; apparently this
was something which Alice did from time to time when she needed to be
alone and think. The expression on my sister's face when she said the
world 'think' spoke volumes of her thoughts on the matter. Maria was
always rather practical, and I don't imagine for a second she
understood the need to be alone, nor indeed to ponder life.
Alice came back at lunchtime, just in time to sit down next to me and
tuck into a hearty meal. She gave me a warm smile when she came in, and
ran her bare toes up the side of my calf beneath the table, but said
little.
---
The afternoon was spent on the only complete family outing of the
entire week - we could only manage one because of the monumental level
of planning and foresight needed to control such a rabble, and it was
probably only due to my mother's steel fist that we managed it even
once. A local crazy golf course was hired out for the afternoon, and we
spent a merry few hours arguing over who was cheating and whose ball
was whose. Alice wasn't really that keen on the game, but she played
along just to avoid an argument with her mother, who was determined
that Alice would be involved as much as possible. I think she saw the
same signs of independence in Alice which I exhibited, and didn't want
her daughter to end up like her loner brother. Either way, Alice was
relieved when we could get back into the car and head back to the
house. All the way home she teased me with glimpses up her skirt from
the back seat while her brother sat beside me in the front, suspecting
nothing.
---
We retired early that evening, all exhausted from the effort of having
fun. Alice snuggled into bed with me, pushing herself back and
wriggling her behind in my lap, giving a delicious little giggle when
she felt me stiffen beneath her rump. I was hers to do with as she
pleased, just as long as that warm little bottom stayed where it was.
We'd never coupled like this before, but with my hand on her hip
guiding her motions we eased slowly together, then lay there fused, the
occasional twitch in me making her jump. The gentlest rocking of her
hips would make me gasp as the sheath which clutched me so tightly
squeezed a little harder. Alice kept going with the little motions
until she realised she could tense herself without moving at all, and
proceeded to lie there breathing heavily as she gently milked me with
increasing skill. She laughed when I groaned and flexed inside her, but
the laughter was stifled as I rolled her onto her stomach, still
attached to me, and was less than gentle for the remainder of the act,
the only sign of her appreciation the lifting of her bottom to meet my
strokes.
---
I'm not proud of what I did to Alice that week. Part of me will always
feel the most searing guilt that I robbed her of her innocence so
young. But another side of me can see that she was far from innocent in
the first place, corrupted not by me, but by her schoolfriend, and by
the desires produced by her burgeoning sexuality. As her always-single
uncle I was a bit of a cliché as the target for her affection, but lust
pays little heed to such dull practicalities, and her lust and her
curiosity were at a peak that week. I should have been sickened by the
sight of her reddened, gaping sex as she lay spreadeagled in her sleep,
but I wasn't. Quite the opposite in fact - I thickened in appreciation.
She moaned in her sleep as I gently attacked her with my fingers just
so I could see how she reacted.
---
We mated again in the morning, a passionate affair with her above me
for the first time, controlling the tempo. Being in charge was
something she reveled in, and with her newly learned muscle control she
was able to bring me, metaphorically speaking, to my knees. She laughed
again as I arched my back in unbearable pleasure, and giggled when I
swore at her for making me feel that way.
She found her pleasure on my fingers as I washed the residue of our
lovemaking from her in the shower, throwing her head back and
collapsing onto the floor as her legs gave way. She sat there for a
moment unable to comprehend quite what had happened, a dazed look in
her eyes as she stared up at me accusingly. I smiled and reached down
to pick her up - feeling a stab of guilt at how easily I lifted her
little frame - and planted a kiss on her lips. That revived her, and
with a naughty grin she reached between us and found my tumescent
shaft, lifting it so that it lay on her chest, where she held it with
both hands, the tip of it just beneath her chin. From there she let me
gently rock my hips, feeling the most intense pleasure in the hot,
soapy tunnel formed by her nascent breasts and elfin hands. She giggled
again when I groaned and squeezed out a meagre load onto her skin.
We had reached the midpoint of the week, and one by one families would
be leaving us. It always happened this way, whether planned or not.
Sometimes the tensions grew so great that an emergency of some kind
would be engineered just to give someone a chance to escape. Today all
three of my cousins and their families would be leaving, though as my
mother said quietly behind their backs that meant just core family
members left. Since some of those leaving were the more interesting
individuals, I couldn't echo her pleasure. Crucially, though, Alice was
staying for three more days, and so our illicit affair could continue.
The families who were leaving were by and large shoved out of the door
by my mother by midday, leaving the remaining twelve of us with a day
to do nothing. As the weather closed in and fat drops of rain hammered
into the earth, we all took to the 'study', which in effect was a
fairly impressive library where my father, the only one of our close
family as excited by literature as I, kept a decent stock of books by
any private collector's reckoning. More importantly, though, the study
was where the board games lived.
---
Not everyone can play Monopoly when there are twelve of you, but by
pairing up we managed to end up with four teams and four spectators -
not everyone was keen to play. Alice always loved the game, and would
accept no partner other than me, and so for an afternoon which
stretched out into an evening we played.
At one point, as a crucial and entirely illegal merger was mooted by a
fellow team, Alice decided we needed to have a tactical discussion in
secret. She dragged me from the room and locked us in the coat cupboard
beneath the stairs. Immediately she was in my arms, and out lips were
locked together. We kissed for a moment before she dropped to her knees
and inexpertly but lovingly relieved the tension which had been
building within me all afternoon.
"I've been thinking about doing that for hours!" she admitted with a
lewd grin after she had wiped her mouth on the sleeve of some poor
soul's coat.
We made the merger, and won the game, but it hardly mattered to me.
---
We snuck out of the house that night. It was a clear night with a
bright moon, but still warm, and with a blanket tucked under my arm we
made our way up the hill, away from the house and the lake beyond.
Alice held my hand, hers tiny in mine, wearing the little ring I had
bought her as a devotion earlier that day. It was a cheap token given
the scale of my affection for her, but she treasured it anyway. I
spread the blanket on a thicker patch of soft grass in the upper
meadow, surrounded by wildflowers, and we lay back looking up at the
stars, whispering our thoughts to each other.
"Zack," - she had dropped the 'uncle' now, and I was glad of it - "what are we going to do when we're not on holiday any more?"
My heart leapt into my throat. I didn't want to even think about the
holiday ending. We would have to do something, because I couldn't bare
to be without her. I took her hand in mine as we continued to gaze
skyward.
"We'll work something out, OK? I can't imagine not being with you. I love you."
A tiny tear escaped from the corner of her eye and made a dark track down the side of her face.
"I love you too," she replied, turning her head to face me. I raised
myself onto one elbow and leaned down to softly kiss her. We traded
tender kisses while the stars revolved above us.
Pushing me away, Alice sat up and pulled her dress over her head,
exposing her naked self to me. She lay down again, eyes closed, and in
the silvery moonlight I raised goosebumps on the hills and valleys of
her body with the tips of my fingers. I concentrated on tracing and
memorising every last detail of her - the shape of her collarbone, the
soft swell of her barely-there breasts, the pointy, hard nubbins which
adorned them, the gentle hollow of her sternum, the almost
imperceptible crease which ran down to her shallow belly button, and
then the soft sweep of tummy from which protruded the rounded, bulging
mound of her sex, cleft down its centreline by the divide which had so
fascinated me only days before, and now marked the border of my private
playground.
I let my fingertip dip into the dimple at the top of the crease and she
shivered and moaned beneath me. Featherlight touches to her thighs made
my intentions clear, and I was given the access I desired. Her parting
legs opened her to me, a glistening treasure trove with a pearl at the
top, smooth and round and protruding from between the upper folds of
the cleft. I stroked it gently, watching fascinated as it swelled and
protruded even further. I tweaked it with thumb and forefinger,
watching with a sadistic delight as pained pleasure flooded her
features. Her hands flew to mine and I relented, releasing it from my
grip.
My attention was diverted elsewhere, though - she was not free of my
ministrations. My fingers traced downwards, parting her lips as I went
until they were caught by the dip at the entrance to her most sacred
place. Two fingertips entered as one - no mercy for my little lover now
- and she moaned as I forced them within her, the silk-soft sides of
her cave grabbing and squeezing as I went.
I bent every bit of my will to making Alice feel the most intense
pleasure possible. I kissed down her cheek, her neck, across her
collarbone, and then made love to her breasts with my mouth. She
clearly loved this dual assault, writhing beneath me, switching between
pushing her hips and her chest skyward. In the end she settled for her
hips, letting them take their own rhythm until with a stifled cry
through clenched teeth and a violent clamping down on my fingers she
reached her climax.
---
We lay in the moonlight for who knows how long after that, Alice draped
over my body, my hand holding her there by the small of her back. A leg
thrown across my lap would occasionally move the tiniest amount,
holding me in a permanent state of arousal by its slight motion, but
for the time being Alice's libido was a spent force.
We slept at last, unable to stay awake, and I woke as the first light
of dawn peeked over the hills across the lake. During the night I had
wrapped us in our blanket, which was now dew-laden. I found Alice's
dress, mercifully covered by the blanket and not soaked through, but
thoroughly cold, and dressed the sleepy and complaining girl in it. She
was too heavy for me to carry, so together we stumbled bleary-eyed down
to the house and slipped into my bed, mercifully unnoticed. Neither of
us made breakfast that day.
---
When finally we emerged into the world, it was straight into the accusing stares of her mother.
"Where were you last night?" she demanded, only a few notches short of
a full-bore scream. It wasn't clear who the question was directed at,
but it felt like a hot lead ball had dropped through my stomach. In
those few, tiny nanoseconds that it took between question and answer, a
thousand possibilities flashed through my mind. Should we deny
everything? Or lie? Or admit the terrible truth? Did she suspect
anyway, and would lying to her merely enrage her further?
It was while I stammered and procrastinated that Alice saved our lives.
"Mum, it's OK. I went sleepwalking. You know how I used to do it when I
was little? Well it happened again last night. Uncle Zack came and
found me."
The wind was entirely taken out of Maria's sails, but she tried to rally.
"But... but you haven't done that for years. Why would you start again now?"
"Um, didn't the doctor say it might come back when I.. when..."
At that, she stopped and leaned forward to whisper in Maria's ear. I
saw the colour draining from my sister's face, and the panic returned
at full force. What the hell had Alice told her?
"Um, Zachary, would you mind leaving us alone for a moment, please?"
Maria asked. Not wishing to further inflame a volatile situation I
immediately agreed, and left them in the corridor where Maria had
stopped us.
Half an hour later Alice came to find me. She had a smile on her face which suggested that not all was lost.
"It's OK, she believed me," she said as she sat down on the garden wall next to me.
"What did you tell her?"
"That I started my period. The doctor we saw about me sleepwalking said it might happen again then."
I just stared at her open-mouthed.
"What?" she asked, the edge of laughter in her voice.
"Nothing, I suppose. it's just that's a hell of a way to get out of trouble."
She shrugged. "Did you have a better idea? No? Well, then it was the best way. And anyway, it'll probably be true soon."
I shuddered at the thought of all those times I had loosed into her
without a thought for the chance she may get pregnant. She looked so
young still that the possibility hadn't crossed my mind. Her sex played
host to only the slightest scattering of hair, almost transparent
unless the like caught it, and its lips were neat and undeveloped. How
could she be so close to the beginnings of womanhood?
---
I took Alice out in the car that day, on our own. I'd actual asked
everyone if they wanted to come with us for a trip up the coast to a
wildlife reserve which I knew Alice would love, but no-one else was
keen to come, so we set off together.
For once my physical feelings for Alice did not overcome my desire to
spend time with her having good, clean fun. Though we were out in
public, there were plenty of chances for us to misbehave should we have
chosen to do so, but instead we simply spent the day as uncle and
niece. Or rather, nearly so; in fact I held her hand the whole time,
and when I could be sure no-one was looking I hugged her to me and
planted a kiss on the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around me
and squeezed in reply, and just at that moment a red squirrel - the
rare little mammal we'd come to see - hopped along a branch in front of
us and sat down to shell a nut.
We didn't want to return to the house that night, as it would be
another day gone, another day closer to our separation. Only two nights
remained together, two nights which would never be enough.
---
Alice disappeared up to the room earlier than me that night,
admonishing me not to follow her until she was safely in bed. I don't
know whose benefit the statement was for, mine or her mother's, but
either way I followed her instructions. I imagined fifteen minutes to
be more than enough time, and so with anticipation building at what I
might find, I made my way upstairs.
I was very far from disappointed when I walked into that room. It had
been transformed. The duvets from the bed had been spread on the floor,
and on top was a deep red sheet I'd never before seen. The lights were
off, the only source of illumination a handful of large candles
scattered around the room, and the centrepiece was enough to take my
breath away. Reclining on the floor, one hand draped over a raised
knee, was Alice, covered head to toe in shining oil, a glistening,
angelic figure. I had briefly mentioned to her once my desire for an
image I had seen on the internet of an oiled-up young girl, and here
was my fantasy brought to life.
She smiled at me and crooked a finger. I don't even remember shedding
my clothing, but I must have done because there I was kneeling on the
floor as she poured massage oil over my chest and arms and began to
work it into my skin. She ordered me to lie down, and then massaged me
with her tiny hands, lovingly easing the tension from my muscles,
making sure that every part of me was well lubricated.
When she lay down upon me the feeling was beyond exquisite. Skin glided
past skin; she was a writhing animal on top of me, limbs intertwined
with mine as we danced. The sport was simple - stay on top if you can -
and she wriggled back and forth in a valiant effort to do so. All the
time our bodies were stimulated, our passions heightened. I barely
realised that the dull pressure I could feel at waist height was the
sensation of becoming ensheathed in her body, encased in the warm
centre of her being. It was not intercourse in any true sense of the
word, but something on a different plane altogether. If our earlier
unions had been animalistic, this was the other end of the scale, the
ultimate evolution of lovemaking. My climax was so subtle in arriving,
so gently brought about that I could not tell where it began, or indeed
where it ended. I slept more deeply than ever before, with Alice in my
arms.
---
I would have liked to spend the last day with Alice doing something on
our own, but Maria, always the first to annoy me and the keenest to do
so, decided that she hadn't spent enough time with Alice and Dane, and
took them both off for the day. I tried to counsel Alice to remain calm
about it, but she was one step ahead of me, coolly advising me that she
had already planned to agree to her mother's wishes just so that there
would be no issue with our last night together.
I moped around the house that day, not quite sure what to do with
myself. My father joked about the loss of my playmate, not realising
quite how apt was his description of Alice. I tried to find space to
draw, but in front of the beautiful scenery there floated images of the
girl, spectral, naked, alluring. I could never concentrate with that
kind of distraction. I took the boat out to Smuggler's Cove, and found
the spot where I had bedded her, the moss still broken and scuffed by
the force of our union, and found onanistic relief, scattering my seed
as a devotion to the act which had come before.
The sun was casting long, indigo shadows on the lawn when finally they
returned. The children had managed to survive the day without killing
each other, but the price was paid by Maria, who looked exhausted.
Typically Alice and her brother would have a child minder during the
holidays, paid for by their absentee father, because Maria had to work.
She loved her children, but there was no way she was cut out to be a
mother. As she sank into the chair next to me and looked out over the
garden, I poured her a gin and tonic and received a warm smile of
thanks.
"Hard day?" I asked, my voice full of false innocence.
Maria looked at me. "How do you do it, Zack? How do you drift through life without ever having to deal with all this crap?"
I shrugged. "Inveterate loner, perhaps? Or just unlucky in love, really."
"Not always unlucky though, eh?"
The look she gave me spoke volumes. I couldn't answer her, not without
uttering either a barefaced and indefensible lie, or an admission of
the awful truth. She gave me an ironic smile, and then polished off her
drink in one long draught. She stood, fire in her eyes.
"Alice is too much like you to stop her doing what she wants, Zachary.
She's too much of an independent spirit. But if I find out you forced
her or you hurt her, so help me God I will destroy you. Understand?"
Without waiting for my answer she turned and strode into the house.
---
"There's a storm coming, isn't there?" she asked, leaning back into me
as we watched the end of dusk becoming the beginning of night. The
stars behind us were bright, but those dead ahead were obscured by an
immense bank of clouds, which had earlier been lit beautifully by the
dying sun. As if in answer to her question, a deep, distant rumble of
thunder reached our ears.
"You know what I've always wanted to do?" I asked. "I've always wanted to run naked in the rain."
She giggled. "That sounds like fun!"
"Well then? Shall we?"
"It's not raining yet, silly."
I laughed. "No, but when it does, shall we?"
She nodded her head, then settled back to wait for the storm, no longer afraid.
---
Thick pellets of molten lead, but lukewarm, that's what it felt like.
They hammered into our skin, soaking hair and drenching skin. We danced
and span in the rain, eyes closed and faces cast to the skies, glorying
in the feel of the heavenborne assault. I can suggest few greater
pleasures in the world than dancing in the pouring rain with a naked
eleven year old girl.
I chased her, tackling her to the ground and slithering along with her
in my grasp on the ice rink-like surface of the lawn. She broke free
and tried to run, but slipped and fell, and I was on top of her,
pinning her arms to the ground either side of her head. I sat astride
her hips, my engorged member prominent above her tummy. She panted
beneath me, out of breath from running, but also filled with desire,
reflected in her eyes. I leaned in to kiss her, and received the full
force of that passion, pushing me by the shoulder and rolling me onto
my back. She climbed on top of me, momentarily laughing in her victory,
then becoming serious, her eyes locked to mine as her hips slid down my
glistening, wet torso. She captured me easily, arching her back to
raise her hips and grant entry.
We made love on the lawn, in the pouring rain, not caring who could see
us. The week had come full circle - we first made love with the storm
raging outside, and now we made love one last time with the storm all
around us. Spent, she collapsed onto the ground beside me, panting
heavily, my seed captured within her body. Still the rain hammered down
on us, and for no reason at all we were both suddenly filled with
laughter. I looked over at her and took her hand, and squeezed it as
the storm washed us clean.
Behind her, in the direction of the house, a light went on in the
kitchen, and the door opened silently. My mother's silhouette appeared
in the doorway, and I could see her head shaking back and forth.
The door closed, and with a fitting sense of finality, the light turned off.