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PTSD
by Peter
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Story Code: M/g, b+/g, Incest, piss, rape

I had a million things to do. I just moved. A new home in a new city and soon starting a new job. The only anchor I had was my sister and her family. They live next door to me, and they mean the world to me. I have been working on my new house and yard non-stop for two weeks, hoping to finish it before my new job starts. So far today, I have only crossed one thing off my list of 'to-does,' and I was frustrated that every project seemed to stall.

The one thing I wanted to get finished today was installing the new stovetop. But I was missing the brass fitting for the gas outlet. So it was back into the car to drive to the hardware store. I was settled in the car and just about to back up when I saw a hand in the driverside rearview mirror. It held a little pink pony that was 'galloping' on my driveway.

I'm sure my heart stopped. My whole world stopped.

I put the parking brake back on, pushed the gear lever from reverse to park, and turned off the engine. My whole body shuddered, and I almost threw up.

I got out of the car. Behind my car, my niece, Ella, was playing with her little plastic ponies and dolls. "What the FUCK are you doing behind my car?" I yelled, half in fear and half in anger. "I could have killed you just now! Do you realize how stupid and dangerous it is to be playing behind a car!"

I’m not sure how long I screamed at the little girl. My adrenalin was so high that I could have yelled for an hour or more. I grabbed Ella's arm and pulled her up. "You never play on people's driveways! Never! It's like playing in the middle of the street!" I pulled her short yellow skirt up and spanked her. Hard. After the first five swats, I realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her ass was a lovely shade of pink and, after another five, a glowing red. She was crying, but all I heard was my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Then I picked up the nine-year-old and carried her screaming and kicking over to her house. The front door was open, and I called out, "Becky! Becky! I need to talk to you!"

Through her tears, Ella screamed, "She's not here! She’s out shopping! Mom's out!"

Still in a rage, I tossed Ella onto the couch and sat in a chair facing her. She glowered at me with hate. "Get out of my house! You're mean, and I hate you!"

"Well, I'm glad that you can still hate me! You don't realize how close I came to killing you! I was a heartbeat away from backing up when I saw your hand and the little pony!" My whole body quaked again when I said that out loud.

It was almost as if saying the words made it real. I saw myself roll over her. Her tiny body was just a bit of fluff, wet tissue paper to my two-ton SUV. The car mashed and mangled her.

It clicked into my mind just how close I was to making the worst mistake of my life. I was in a hurry, and I likely would have punched the gas. Ella very well could have died, and I would have killed her. I was such an idiot!

I began to cry. Sobbing, I told Ella, "I'm so sorry! I was so scared when I saw you and so angry."

Ella came to me and hugged me, "Don't be sad. You didn't murder me. I ain't gonna die for a long time from now. Maybe years and years." She took my hand and pressed it to her chest, "Feel my heart. I'm still here. I'm OK."

I hugged her back, and we just held each other for a long time. My heart rate slowed, and I wiped my face on the sleeve of my shirt. Then Ella cleaned her runny nose on my other sleeve. "I'm sorry," I told her.

She gave me a little kiss, "I'm more sorry. It was my fault." She smiled at me, "You were scared 'cause you love me so much, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess I love you more than any of my other nieces."

She punched my arm, "I'm your only niece. Silly." She used her hand and wiped away the new tears flowing down my face, "Shuuush, It's all over. It's OK." I got another little kiss. "Is this about... you know, over there and the war? Mommy said you still have bad dreams and stuff."

The clever little girl hit the nail on the head. It had not occurred to me, but she was right. Part of this was almost certainly linked to my PTSD. I felt like a spoiled little baby complaining about it at all. So many men and women saw and experienced so much more than I did. I was in a supply depot for my whole five years in Afghanistan. I never pulled a trigger. I never even saw the enemy. Never saw a death or blood. I was lucky.

Then on my way home, some asshole terrorist decides to blow himself up in the airport. It seemed like some kind of cosmic joke. Nothing at all for five years and then one shattering explosion, and I see limbs and blood and bone everywhere. A small girl ran by missing an arm. I grabbed her and used my hands to stop the blood from spraying out of her. She was the exact opposite of Ella and the exact same. Both little frail girls. She was dark, Ella is pale. She had short black hair, Ella has long red hair. She died in my arms, Ella hugged me, still filled with life.

My mind fluttered back to the thought - Ella almost died under the wheels of my car. I started to cry again.

We held each other until we heard the garage door opening. "That's mom." She looked at me a little worried, "I guess you have to tell her I was naughty and almost got corpseafied? She's gonna spank me again."

"I won't tell her if you don't tell her I spanked you."

Ella's face split open with a big smile. "Deal. But you have to kiss it all better." She stood up on the couch, pulled up her dress, and stuck her ass in my face.

"Your not shy, are you?" I asked and rubbed her red butt cheeks. Then I gave each globe a little kiss and a little squeeze. Then pulled the hem of her skirt back down. Becky came into the house with her arms full of groceries. I rushed over to her, "Here, let me help you, Sis."

"Oh, hi Billy. This is a nice surprise." She said as I relieved her of her burden. She looked at me closely and asked, "Are you OK?"

I tried to give a little light-hearted chuckle. It came out odd and artificial, so Becky knew I was lying when I said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, is all."

Becky followed me into the Kitchen. I set down the bags. She started to put things away. Ella came in and wrapped her arms around my leg, smiling up at me. When Ella saw her mom put a bag of carrots into the refrigerator, she took them with a big smile. The small child picked through the bag and found the largest one, then took it to the sink and peeled it.

As this was happening, Becky asked me, "Did you have an episode?" Her term for my problem. Like it was an epileptic seizure or something.

"Yeah, maybe a little one. It's not a big deal."

"You should see someone about it. The army has resources and..."

"Knock it the fuck off, Becky. I told you before that they have a waiting list, and if I get on the list and see a shrink, then someone who had it much worse than me doesn't get help. I'm not doing it, so just drop it." This was said with far more venom than I intended. I saw the hurt look in her eyes, "I'm sorry." I hugged Becky and Ella hugged us both. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I'll work it out."

I started to help by stacking the canned goods into the pantry. Becky had enough food to survive a nuclear winter. I pulled the older cans forward and put the new cans in the back.

Then, Becky says to Ella, out of the blue, "Oh, and you, young lady are in big trouble. I saw your ponies behind Uncle Billy's car. I've told you a thousand times how dangerous..."

Ella burst out in tears, "I'm sorry, mommy! I didn't mean to scare Uncle Billy! But he didn't run me over, and I'm all alive and everything. My brains, what little I got, is still up in my skull. It's my fault he had an episode and was scared. Please don't be mad at him! It's my fault, not his!"

Becky, always sharper than a razor and way more intelligent than me, realized right away what happened, "I'm sorry, Tom. You almost didn't see her?" She asked, and I nodded. She knelt down next to Ella, "No more playing out front unless I'm with you. None. Zero. Got it? You have a big yard out back you can play out there." Then she hugged and kissed her daughter. Holding her out at arm's length, she added, "I think Billy should give you a good whipping on your skinny little ass."

Sniffling, she lifted her dress, "He already did." Then looking up at me, she added, "But you can beat me again if you want. I don't mind. I was bad and naughty. I deserve another beating. I deserve a hundred or a million."

Becky laughed when she saw Ella's red cheeks, "Boy, he really gave it to you. Good job, Tom." She rubbed Ella's butt and smiled at me, then asked, "Was it a close thing? With the car?"

"So close. I'm so stupid. I came a hairs breath way from..." I couldn't finish and tried to hold back another round of sobbing. I picked Ella up and hugged her, "too close, too fucking close."

Becky guided Ella and me back into the living room, and we just sat quietly for a bit. Then she asked, "Why were you out front, Ella?"

"I was hoping that Sue would come out front." She said. Then she laid her head in my lap.

"I told you I didn't want you to call that girl anymore," Becky said.

"I didn't call her. That's why I was out front. If you let me call her, I would have known if she was gonna play with me, and I wouldn't have almost been murdered dead." Then as an afterthought, "I still don't get why you hate her so much. She's a nice girl, and hating her is mean."

"Well, I don't hate her, so don't you say that. I don't want you to spend time with her because she's too nice. She's too nice to all the boys and most of the men in the neighborhood."

Ella giggled, "The boys do like her."

I looked at Becky for clarification, and she said, "Sue was Ella's best friend..."

"Is my best friend." Ella corrected.

"Was. Anyway, Sue lost her virginity about nine months ago at her birthday party. She was only eight, and she fucked three boys."

"She didn't ever, mommy. Sue only did two boys, and she sucked the other one."

"Close enough. Since then, Sue has been having sex with anyone who shows her the slightest attention."

"She said you are handsome." Ella told me with a big grin, "I'm sure she would love to fu..."

"Enough, young lady!" Becky said sharply, "That is precisely why I don't want you to play with her anymore."

The idea of fucking an 8-year-old made my cock grow, and Ella felt it under her cheek. She looked up at me and smiled, then teased her mom, "I think your just jealous, 'cause daddy said she was a sexy little thing."

"Your daddy thinks anything in a skirt is sexy." She tickled Ella making the girl squirm and giggle and making my hard cock harder.

"Sue wasn't wearing a skirt when he said it. She was naked." This led to more tickling and squirming. To me, Ella said, "We was skinny dipping in your pool before you moved in, and daddy liked it." The naughty little girl grabbed my cock and squeezed it, "Would you let us skinny did, Uncle Billy? I bet you would like to see Sue all naked and wet."

Ella lifted her head off my lap. At first, I was relieved. I was sure to climax with her head in my lap, and there was no way that my sister wouldn't realize it. The relief was short-lived because Ella slipped into my lap, straddling me. Her naked pussy was right on top of my rock-hard member. "You remember Sue, don't 'cha? She's got long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Last week, we came over to your house, but you were busy digging the new sprinklers. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember her. She seemed nice." I told Ella, then looked up at Becky, pleading for a bit of relief with my eyes.

Instead, she laughed, "Yeah, I bet you thought she was nice. Now that you know she's a little cherry tart, I bet you are a lot nicer to her the next time you see her."

Ella wasn't humping me, but she pressed down onto me slowly, intentionally, and rhythmic way. Her smiling eyes told me that she knew what she was doing. I just hoped that Beckey was not paying close attention. Then Ella asked, "So, Uncle Billy, If we came over to skinny dip, would you want to do it with Sue?"

I think I may have blacked out for a second. I know I climaxed in my pants and made a big mess. The thought of Ella and Sue in my yard, both of them naked with their smooth skin oiled. Sue on her back with her legs spread open wide and Ella licking and sucking my cock then guiding my stiff prick into her friend's wet, pink pussy. It was too much for me, and I lost it.

I was hugely relieved as my balls emptied and then instantly terrified that Becky knew what I just did with her daughter's little cunt separated from my gushing seed by a few millimeters of cotton fabric. Instead of yelling at me and pulling her daughter away from me, she said, "Let's change the subject, Ella." and ruffled her hair. Then, to me, she said, "I don't feel like cooking. I'm going to go out and pick up some pizza. One pepperoni and one with the works." She gave me a little kiss and added, "I'll be about an hour."

"Thanks, mommy," Ella said. I noticed for the first time that my niece was blushing.

Becky kissed her daughter and then added, "Your daddy and your brother should be home in about an hour too. But they might be home early."

Ella looked flush and reached up with both her hands and pulled her mom's face back down to her. She kissed her mom again on the lips. Not a mother-daughter kiss. A real kiss. And repeated, "Thank you, Mommy."

Before Becky was in the garage, Ella was kissing me. Long deep kisses. When she heard the car back out and the garage door close, she pulled away and asked, "Did you cum?"

I blushed, and she giggled, "I thought you did." She kissed me again.

"Do you think your mom knows?" I asked, worried.

"Yeah, I'm sure she saw when you squirted. Your face was all twisted and funny. Then you did a cute smile like you were all happy. Then you got scared. All in like a second or two." She kissed me, "Also, it smells like you squirted a gallon of sperm into your pants." She looked down at the huge wet spot, "Maybe two gallons. You're so cute when you cum."

"I should go home and change." I tried to lift her off of me.

Ella clamped her legs to my hips tightly, "Only if you help me cum too."

Now, here is an essential bit of information. When Ella said cum what I heard was come. This will be important in about ten minutes.

"Sure, honey. That's fine." I said.

"Promise?" She asked as her legs squeezed me surprisingly tight.

"Yeah. I promise." Then I lifted her up and carried her over to my house. Carrying the little elf was my way of helping her come over to my house. I even helped by picking up her toys from behind my car.

I was going to drop her off in my living room and then go to my room to change, but Ella whispered into my ear, "I want to go to your room with you, please."

I have a large bedroom with a walk-in closet. I figured that I could change in the closet and let Ella sit in my room. No big deal. I dropped her onto my bed, and she pulled her dress up and over her head in one quick flick of her wrist. I was about to ask her what she thought she was doing when the naked girl unbuttoned my pants.

"Hey, what are you..." I started as my underwear was pulled down too.

My cock was still mostly hard, and it sprang up and whacked Ella in the face leaving a thick streak of jizum across her cheek and nose. "I don't think you should..." I started again when she took my cock head into her mouth. She sucked it and rolled her tongue around the helmet, "Oh fuck, Ella, that feels so good." She scooped up a handful of sperm, spread it over my cock, then licked and sucked it off.

Then Ella smiled at me and scooped up some more of the mess from my balls and underwear. She laid down on my bed and spread her legs wide. She used her cum covered fingers to fuck her pussy and ass, "Can you make me cum now? You promised."

"No, honey, I can't do that," I said, stepping back. My mind was reeling. My eight-year-old niece is asking me to fuck her. "I can't fuck you, your too little, you're my niece, and your mom would kill me!"

"You don't have to fuck me, Silly." She was gagging for sex, "But you promised to help me cum! You promised!" She reached out and took my dick. She sucked it again and pulled me towards her cunt, and at the same time, she scooted her ass to the edge of the bed, "Just rub my pussy with your wiener." She begged and then started to do it for me. "Do it, please!"

I was so horny. I know it was wrong. Horrible. Illegal. Looking at Ella's naked body and seeing her need, I could not help myself. I took over and used one hand to rub my cock head over her slit and my other hand to diddle her clit.

"Ummm, yes. That's nice. Do me like that. Do me, Uncle Billy... Ummm, just like that." She cooed softly. Ella's face was a mask of pure pleasure and contentment. After about five minutes or so, she thrashed about as her climax began to grow within her. "Oh, YES! Like that! Do me like that! SO GOOD! Push it into me! Fuck me! Please fuck my KITTY!" She yelled out.

I know it was wrong, but I did as she asked and pushed. I still had enough self-control to only let the head of my cock enter her warm and loving tunnel. Once my cock popped into her, we both climaxed. It was the most fantastic thing I have ever felt.

When I finished pissing cum into Ella's 8-year-old pussy, I picked her up, turned around, and the two of us flopped back onto the bed. My cock was still in the entrance of her cunt. It was holding back my massive load of cum like a cork. She kissed me a thousand times, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She kept repeating. "I've been waiting forever to have my cherry busted."

I looked at her and smiled, "Don't worry, honey. I was careful. I didn't break your cherry." - Yeah, I know. I'm dumb, and I don't listen very well.

Ella made that abundantly clear a moment later. She sat up and looked at our incestuous link, "How deep did you fuck me?" She lifted up, and my dick head popped out, followed by a torrent of gooey cum. Using two fingers, she pulled herself open and peered into her cunt. "You dummy!" She slugged me. "Why didn't you fuck me?"

"I, I, I, um, Ella, Do you realize what your mom would do to me if she found out that I took your virginity?"

Pouting, "I want to lose my cherry. I want to have sex. If you don't do it, I'll just need to find someone else. Sue told me that there are perverts that hang out at the park that would do me. Is that what you want?"

"Listen, Ella..." I started.

"Or Sue's dad. He's ugly and fat. But Sue said he's a good fuck. I'll have to let him fuck my ass too, but Sue says that butt sex is kinda fun..."

"No, Ella, stop. Let's talk about this." I said, taking her arms and pulling her in for a hug.

She pushed me away, "Leave me alone!" Ella looked mad. "Maybe I'll just let my brother's baseball team gang bang me. They're all gross. I was hoping to find someone I loved, but if you're too a'fraid to fuck me, then I'll just let the team have at me. I'll be bruised and sore, but my fucking cherry will be gone."

"Listen, Honey. Please don't be mad at me. Let me think about it. Can we talk again in the morning?"

"Will you fuck me tomorrow?" Ella asked.

"Can I think about it? Please?"

"I want to know right now." She pouted.

I thought about what she needed and what would happen to me if anyone ever found out. As I pondered. Ella opened her legs then used both hands to spread her pussy, "Please, Uncle Billy?"

My dick made the decision, "OK, honey. Tomorrow." Her smile lit the room and told me that I had made the right choice. "Let's get cleaned up."

I picked up the little girl and took her to the shower. We washed each other under the hot spray. I explored her body, and she surveyed mine. My hands touched every nook and cranny. I pinched, teased, and sucked her pink nipples. I used my tongue to explore her hymen and gave her another little climax.

As I played, so did Ella. She seemed fascinated with my balls, asking a million questions. I did my best to explain the process of sperm development and how it moves around a man's anatomy. I also spent some time teaching her fellatio. In the short time, Ella became quite a good cock sucker.

I realized that Becky was probably home by now and was sure to wonder where we had gone. I quickly dried Ella off, and she pulled her dress on as I got dressed. We hurried back to Ella's house, and the whole family was already there and eating dinner. Jack asked, "Hey, where were you two?"

I had no idea what to say, but Ella sat at the table, took a slice of pizza, "I was helping Uncle Billy paint his bathroom." Then in a brilliant act of deflection, she asked, "How was your baseball game, Tim?"

Tim gave us a detailed account of the game as we all ate. Becky kept looking at Ella and me. I wondered if she could somehow tell that I filled her little womb with my seed. Does she know that my swimmers were searching for an egg that won't show up for another three or four years?

As we ate, we mostly talked about baseball. Tim was very excited about tomorrow's game and told us a lot about the other team's strengths and weaknesses and how his team will deal with them.

Then Ella notices my shirt, "Oh, I like your cute boy deer. I like that shirt a lot."

I looked down at my chest and saw that I was wearing an old Hartford Financial shirt. The logo was a large blue deer. I thought to myself, 'I'm going to teach my lovely little niece that pink and blue do not make for girls and boys and that she should think outside the boxes that confine our society. It was going to be wise and witty and a critical teaching moment.

She patiently listened to my well-reasoned argument and then said, "I didn't think he was a boy 'cause he's blue. I know he's a boy 'cause he's got antlers."

"Um, yes. Yes, you're right. I'm completely wrong." I agreed, and she smiled and took my arm in a hug.

Looking up at me with love, she said, "I'm glad you can admit you're wrong. Not a lot of boys seem to be able to do that."

Becky laughed, "You learned that lesson early in life, Ella. Not many women know just how important that ability is in a man."

I didn't eat a lot. My mind kept circling Ella and her cunt full of my cream. It made me both worried and horny. Finally, I asked, "Do you want help with the dishes?"

"You didn't eat much?" Jack said.

Ella giggled, "He had plenty to eat over at his house." I shot her a dirty look.

I picked up my dish, Becky's and Jack's. Ella and her brother were still eating, so I took the three plates into the kitchen. As I rinsed them off and tucked them into the dishwasher, Becky came up behind me, "Are you feeling better, bro?" Her warm arms hugged me from behind. “I was hoping that some alone time with Ella would calm you down.”

My heart sighed with solace. She wasn't angry. I took hold of her hands and pressed them to my chest, "Yeah. Ella is a comfort to me."

"I'm glad you two are getting closer. Ella likes you a lot. She has a pretty big crush on you."

"The feeling is mutual," I said. The moment it was out of my mouth, I wished I hadn't said that. How would my sister interpret that? Will she realize what I was saying? Will she take the carving knife out of the block and stab me in the heart or cut off my cock?

I put the last dish in the machine and turned to Becky. "You know that I..."

Outside there was a loud squeal of tires and a massive crash of metal on metal. I was out of the kitchen, across the room, and covering Ella with my body in a flash. "We have a possible IUD dustup. Point of origin, North West, Call in a medivac! Balls to the wall! Now, now, now! Move it, soldier!" I yelled, then carried Ella to the back of the room and moved a huge bookshelf over to block her from the front of the house.

My nonsensical yelling managed to get Jack moving. He was calling 911 and walking out the front door to see what had happened. Tim was right behind his dad. Becky was worried about me as I huddled over Ella in terror. She told me later that I was whispering into Ella's ear, "You're going to be ok. I'll keep you safe." Again and again.

"It's OK, Bill. Everything is ok. It was a car accident. We're all good. Ella is safe."

Ella kissed me sweetly and caressed my face, "I'm OK, Uncle Billy. I didn't die one bit or even get hurt."

For the first time since the crash, my mind swam into focus, "You're safe?"

"I'm safe." Ella kissed me again. Her mouth opened, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I pushed forward and drank in her youth. Ella was far more aware of our surroundings and pulled back from me when she realized her mom watched us closely. She also stopped my hand from moving up under her dress. "Thank you for protecting me," and gave me another little chaste kiss.

By the time Tom and Jack came back into the house, Becky, Ella, and I were all on the couch. Ella was in my lap, holding me tightly, and I was back in control of myself. I had never had two episodes in one day. I rarely had two in a week. Becky guessed it was because of my close call with Ella earlier, and I had to agree.

Tom started to give us the low down on the accident, but when he began to describe the blood streaming from one of the driver's heads, Becky shut him down, "That's enough. I don't want to hear about it."

"But mom, the guy was totally out of it, and the blood was gushing..."

"That's enough! I! Don't! WANT! To hear about it. Go take your shower and get ready for bed."

"Ella always takes her shower first," Tom said.

"Ella has already showered today." She said, then added, "Ella, why don't you go pack a little bag with your things. You're going to stay with Uncle Bill tonight."

All four of us looked at her, surprised. Becky laughed, "It's no big deal." She started, then pointed to Tom and Jack, "You two need to leave before dawn to make it up to the Santa Barbara for the playoffs, and I'm volunteering at the Senior Center. I need to be there by 6 am. I don't want Ella to be left alone, and I don't want to wake Bill so early. He's agreed to watch her all day."

This was news to me. I stupidly said, "I don't mind you waking me up. I'm normally up by..."

"This will be easier." Becky said in a voice that told me, 'Shut the fuck up, or I will punch you in the face.'

I stopped talking.

Ella jumped out of my lap and ran past her brother. She was heading back down the stairs with a large roller bag before Tom made it to the landing. "OK, let's go." She said to me and opened the front door. Her face was flush with excitement, and she was ready to leave.

"I don't get a kiss good night?" Jack asked.

From above, Tom said, "Where's my kiss?"

Ella ran up the stairs and gave her brother a little peck on the cheek. She ran to her dad and did the same, then started to the door again, thought about it, and ran to her mom, "Thank you, mommy!" She whispered very loudly, "You're the best mommy ever in the whole universe and all the suns and all the moons!" Then she kissed her mom's lips, and a moment later, I was being pulled out the door.

I'm sure it was a sight. Both I and the overpack bag were dragged across the lawn by an eight-year-old girl. We burst through the front door, and Ella pulled me down and began to kiss me. Devour me.

I didn't realize that Becky had followed us. She cleared her throat, and both Ella and I looked at her, startled. I blushed because I was feeling guilty and caught. Ella's face went red with anger. Again proving just how smart she is, Becky said, "You don't need to worry Billy and don't get mad, Ella. Remember, 'I'm the best mom in the whole universe.' The suns and the moon? Remember? I just wanted to have a little chat with my brother. Why don't you run up and get ready for bed? Uncle Billy will be right up."

Ella looked worried. I think I knew what she was thinking because I was thinking the same thing. I was about to be read the riot act. Something along the lines of, "If you even think about touching my little girl, I'll cut off your balls!"

Instead of arguing, Ella kissed her mom and shuffled up the stairs with her heavy bag making a thumb, thumb, thumb as she climbed.

I steeled myself for the angry onslaught. Instead, Becky kissed my cheek and said, "Be gentle with her and don't let her bully you into doing something you don't want to." Another kiss, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, and then she was gone. I stared at the open door, wondering what it all meant. Like I said early, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.

I tidied up a little then went upstairs. Ella was sitting on the edge of my bed, crying. "Was she mad? Does she hate me?"

I had to laugh, "What? Why would you say that? No, she wasn't mad. Not even a little."

Her face split open with a huge smile, "She wasn't mad at me? Was she mad at you? What did she say?"

I sat next to her and hugged her, "Your mom said to be gentle and told me not to let you be a bully."

"I'm not a bully," Ella said, getting mad again.

"Good. I don't much like bullies, and I like you a lot." I told her and kissed her. The kisses turned to caressing and fingering. Then after about thirty minutes, Ella pushed me away, "Wait. Since I get to stay with you. I want to make it extra special. Go downstairs and wait for me to call you."

She practically pushed me out of my room and slammed the door behind me.

I went down to the kitchen and made a little snack. I had not eaten much dinner, and my tummy was growling. I could hear her up in my room, walking back and forth and moving furniture. I had no idea what to expect. Maybe a pillow fort?

I went to my guest bathroom and found a backup toothbrush and toothpaste. This is a habit I learned from my mom. Always have a few new toothbrushes in case you have a guest who forgets theirs. I brushed then brushed again. I stripped naked, then I waited. The shower started.

I went to the living room and turned on the TV.

I fell asleep.

I was woken by an angry girl and a very sexy nighty. "What are you doing! I'm ready!" she slugged my arm. "I was calling you forever, and you were sleeping while I was making everything perfect. Lazybones."

"Sorry. It was taking a long time." I said.

She smiled. "It's OK." She kissed me, her anger gone. I squeezed her sexy little ass. She slapped my hand, "Not yet. Count to a hundred, then come up. No, fifty. No, count to ten, then come up." She ran, and I watched her sexy little round ass in her see-thru nighty. I started to count out loud. "One. Two. Three. Four..." When I got to five, she yelled down, "Come on already! Hurry!"

I ran up the stairs. Ella had transformed my room into the stereotypical Hollywood romance movie bedroom. There were a hundred candles on every flat surface. Both nightstands had about 10 or 15. My dresser had 30 or more. The bathroom had them everywhere. Frankly, it looked incredibly hazardous. I was about to say something to her when I saw her in the middle of the bed. Almost naked in her tiny see-thru nighty. Her hair had been pulled up high on her head, making her look older. She was wearing a little too much makeup, but the overall effect was a lusty girl that wanted to fuck.

All thoughts of fire hazards leaped from my mind, and I lept at her. She squealed and laughed, and I took her into my arms. I kissed her, and my finger's found her little hairless pussy. At first, I thought she was exceedingly wet, but then I realized she had lubed up her passage.

Smart girl.

I diddled Ella, and she stroked me. As we kissed and played, she pulled me into her, and I knew what she wanted. I lifted up and aligned our bodies. The head of my cock popped into her easily. She sighed sweetly, musically. I kissed her again and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Do me. Don't be gentle! I want you to fuck me hard. I don’t want you to be all nice and... OH FUCK ME, THAT HURTS!" She screamed as I dropped down onto her and sank my dick into her tight little pussy balls deep. "Ow, Ow, Oh fuck that hurts!"

It was the hardest thing in the world to stop and let her adjust to my cock in her miniature fuck hole. "I'll stop and let you get used to me. Don't worry. Once your pussy stretches, it will start to feel amazing."

"Can you just pull out? maybe we can try again later tonight." She sobbed.

"No, honey." I kissed her nose. "If I pull out, you won't want to fuck again until your 16. Just wait a little bit." I began to kiss her, and I also reached between us and flicked her clit.

Flick, flick, flick.

It was the strangest feeling. Ella’s pussy walls were tightly hugging my cock, like a red hot vise. But as we kissed, her tunnel became wetter and hotter, and then as if by magic, it began to dilate. I pulled out... just a little. Maybe a half-inch or so. She moaned. I pushed in, knocking at her wombs door, and she sighed. I did it again, and she kissed me harder and then said, "OK, fuck me for realsies now."

Slowly, slowly and pulled out and pushed in. I went slow, not just because I was worried about hurting Ella but also because I would cream her far too quickly if I wasn’t careful.

Time moved forward, and our bodies meshed like two well-oiled gears. Soon Ella began to pant, and I knew she was close to her first cock/cunt climax. I kept the pace steady and was rewarded by her animal grunting yell as she tipped over the edge. She was a beautiful little girl, but she was enchanting when in the middle of an orgasm. Her face was on fire, her body was shimmering, her pussy was shuddering. I could almost see the electricity sparking in her eyes.

I was so enthralled with watching her cum that my own orgasm went off the boil. I began to fuck my little 8-year-old lover hard and deep to catch up. This made her crash through a second and a third climax, and then just as I was about to cum Ella had another one.

After I shot off my load, I rolled her over and kissed her hard. "That was fantastic, honey."

Her hair fell out of its bun and was spilling around her face and shoulders. It was wet with sweat and tangled. She was never more beautiful. "That was so fun!" She giggled. Can we do it again?"

"Let me rest for twenty or thirty minutes," I asked.

She only lasted about two before falling asleep.

I rolled her off my chest and pulled out of her. I nearly had another episode. The whole lower half of Ella's body was covered in blood. I could feel the squirrel of panic running around my brain. I knew she was okay. Virgins bleed. That's normal. Do they always bleed this much? I have no idea. It was a lot. A lot of blood. So much. Was she really asleep? Yes, she was breathing.

For a split second, I thought about calling Becky. I laughed aloud at the thought, "Um, dear sister of mine, I just finished raping your young underage and virgin daughter. Could you look her over for me and make sure I haven't killed her? Oh, and don't mind the small river of cum flowing out of her abused pussy. Some of that was from earlier in the day."

I took a deep breath. Calmed my heart.

Then I went to the bathroom and got a large towel, and ran hot water over it. Next, I went and got a set of sheets. Dark green sheets. Before cleaning her, I moved around the candles to ensure they were well away from curtains and lampshades.

Then I tried to clean Ella with the towel, but there was just too much blood and cum, and it was already starting to dry in some places.

Plan B. I ran a hot bath. I filled it with bubble bath soap and then fetched my little sleeping girl. I stood wondering if I should put her in and then change the sheets or lay her someplace else then change the sheets, but this was all forgotten when she kissed me and asked, "Are we going to take a bath together?"

"Yes, my love," I said and stepped into the bath.

She turned and kissed me. I used both hands to wash every part of her. I thought that I had kept her from seeing the gore, but she surprised me when she asked, "Can we drain the tub and fill it again? This water is all bloody, and it's kinda icky."

I laughed, "You should have seen yourself before I washed you."

"I did." I looked at her, wondering how she had seen it. "You got mirrors all over the bathroom, Silly Billy. I also saw how much blood was all over you. We looked like we done just butchered ourselves a deer and then wore the skin."

A clever little girl with a dense old guy.

I drained the bath and ran a new one. We lay kissing, then she raised up and lowered herself onto my prick again. She winced a little, and I asked, "Does it hurt much?"

"No." She lied. Then she began to fuck me slowly. When she climaxed, I pulled her off my dick, and she complained, "You didn't cum yet."

"That's ok. We have all night. We have the rest of our lives. I can tell that you’re sore. I will get some bath salts and will help your little kitty heal. I'll be right back.

I found the salts and then drained the tub again. I was filling it a third time, extra hot this time, and mixing in the crystals. "Aren't you gonna get in?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I want to change the bedsheets first," I told her. Use your fingers to open up your pussy, like this." I opened her up, and she winced.

"That stings.” She said and made a face. “Are the sheets ruined?" She asked. "Does it look like I was murdered and my body cut into easy-to-manage pieces?"

My little preteen lover was very morbid. I blame TV. "I think so." I grinned. "It was worth the cost of a set of sheets."

By the time I got back to the tub, Ella was snoring.

******

The following day I woke up first. I gently pulled the sheets down and opened Ella's legs. I used two fingers to spread her pussy. She was red, but there was no blood. "Are you just looking, or are you gonna eat me?"

"I don't need to be asked twice." I laughed and licked, sucked, and gently fingered her to a nice little climax.

"Enough, that's enough. I want you inside me now. Fuck me." Ella insisted, pulling me up her body.

There is nothing as sexy in the world as a preteen girl asking you to fuck her.

Ella then took hold of my dick and aimed it at her pussy.

After I climaxed into her, we decided it was time for food. Lots of high carbohydrate food. Like pancakes or French Toast. It was odd because as we walked out onto the landing, arm in arm, I could almost smell the food that would soon be cooked.

I was so shocked to see Becky in my kitchen that I forgot that Ella and I were nude. "Mommy!" Ella screamed and ran to Becky. "Last night was so amazing!" She hugged her mom then asked, "What are you doing here? I thought you had to go and help old people?"

She laughed, "Well, that was a little white lie. I couldn't tell your daddy the real reason I wanted you to stay with Uncle Billy. I'm glad you enjoyed it." She looked at my cock. It was an angry red, "I think my dear brother enjoyed it a little too much." She laughed.

I realized I was naked and grabbed a dish towel to cover myself. Becky laughed at me again, "You don't need to get dressed on my account. If you're willing to dress in sky for my daughter, you should get comfortable being naked around me too."

Becky surprised me again. She stripped naked.

Naked breakfast was fun.

We did not talk about sex. Becky hinted at it a couple of times but never came out and asked, "How was your first fuck?" She asked things like, "Are you going to be able to go to dance class today, or are you too sore?"

Ella said, "I have to go to class today. We have a recital in a week. Mrs. Winters would murder me if I missed it. She would butcher me and then come after you, mommy."

"Do you think the other girls will notice? Will they tease you?" Becky asked.

"I'm sure Sue and Mrs. Winters will notice. I don't think they will tease me."

Becky picked up her purse and rummaged around a bit, "You should wear this pad." She said, handing Ella a sanitary napkin. "Just in case the stretching and bopping around makes you bleed again."

"That will look funny in my leotard. Can I have one of your tampons instead?" Ella asked.

"You can't use a tampon, honey you'll..." She laughed and blushed, "No, I guess you can use them now." She rummaged a bit more and handed her two.

Ella laughed, "I don't need two."

"One is now for practice. I'll show you how to insert it." She said, getting down on the ground between her daughter's legs.

Ella opened herself up for her mom and asked, "What's the other one for?"

"Your dance class isn't until noon today. If I know my brother, he will want this little pink hole for other purposes between now and then." Becky then inspected Ella's pussy closely and even used her fingers to open the young girl up, "No tears or bleeding. You're a little bruised." She kissed both Ella's thighs, and for the first time, I saw the yellow discoloration I had caused. "And you have a couple of hickeys." Becky kissed the red love bites on her daughter's mound, belly, chest, and neck.

"I'm sorry about that, Ella. I didn't realize..." I started.

Becky laughed, "Oh, stop with the apology. All things considered, Ella has come through like a champ. I expected a lot more damage." She licked Ella's ass hole, making the 8-year-old sigh, "You didn't even touch this hole." Pushing a finger into Ella's ass, Becky told her daughter, "This can be an entertaining option, young lady."

She continued to finger fuck her daughter and started to lick her pussy giving the girl a nice little orgasm before finishing the lesson on properly using tampons.

Needless to say, this whole thing got me very hard. Becky saw this, and for the first time in my life, my little sister sucked my cock. She didn't suck me to completion. It was more of a teasing, three-minute game. "You're a lucky girl, Ella. This is much nicer than the one I first played with." She stood up, kissed me deeply - another first. Then told Ella, "You're dad and brother won't get home until late tonight. You can stay over with your uncle another night if you want to keep playing?"

Ella hugged her mom, "Yes, please. Do you think Daddy would let me stay here forever?"

Becky began to dress, "No, honey. That would break your daddy's heart. I don't think he will be happy to let you go off to university when you're 18. It would crush him if you moved out at just eight." Ella pouted. "Maybe we can arrange a weekly sleepover? Every Friday or something? We have to get your dad used to the idea that you are now a young woman and not a little baby girl anymore. You also have to decide how much you want to share with your father. Once he finds out you lost your cherry, he will want to play more adult games with you. Are you ready to play these kinds of games with him? Maybe play with grandpa?"

Ella had a little orgasm, "Really? Daddy will want to do me?" She giggled, "How many times a week will you let him do me?"

"Maybe you should talk with your boyfriend about that first?" Becky said, then kissed us both goodbye. "Let me know if you two want to have dinner with me. Have fun today."

Ella crawled over to me and began to lick and suck my cock. She looked up at me, smiling with her big beautiful green eyes. I thought that she was going to bring me off orally but before I climaxed, she scooted into my lap, lifted up, and lowered herself onto my cock. We didn't fuck, we just talked. "Are you my boyfriend?" She asked me.

"I'm not sure, Ella. I love you. I've always loved you, and I always will. You're my niece. I like the idea of being your boyfriend. I love fucking you and kissing and cuddling. But you are so young, and I think you need to explore more. Don't you want to do stuff with other boys and men, like your friend Sue? It sounds like she has sex with a lot of people. Would you feel like you were missing out if you were my girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I would like to try out daddy's thingy. Maybe grandpa's too. Timmy. If Timmy goes to the playoffs, it would be so fun to surprise him with a congratulations fuck. And Sue says a gang-bang is a lot of fun. Do you know about gang bangs? Where like ten boys all do me at the same time in all my holes, again and again?"

"Yes, over in Afghanistan, we would welcome all the new girls with a gang bang. Sometimes the new recruits would love it, and sometimes they would get angry. I think they liked it most of the time."

"What would the girls do if they didn't want the gang bang?" Ella asked.

I shrugged, "There wasn't much they could do? We had about 40 men and ten women in my unit. The gang bang greeting was the women's idea. The new girl would be greeted by her fellow females, and they would strip her naked and lick and suck her all over, then hold her down and let all 40 of us fuck her once or twice. By the end of the night, the other girls would join in on the fun, and they would all get fucked several times each."

By the end of my story, Ella was screwing me. Her little ass was rising and falling, "Oh, Uncle Billy, that sounds like so much fun! I would love to have 50 marines hold me down and force me to fuck them all!" She climaxed.

I let her catch her breath before I corrected her. "I was in the army, not the marines."

"Is there a difference?" She asked, knowing full well that there was. Her father was in the army for ten years.

"Well, enough of a difference that making that mistake again will get you another spanking like you got yesterday. And probably one from your pa too."

She started to slowly fuck me again. Her sexy little cunt gripped my cock as she slowly rose. Then it felt like her whole pussy was being pushed into herself as she slowly fell. "Is it nasty that I kinda like getting spanked? It hurts. Yesterday's spanking hurt a lot. But it also makes me orgasm."

"No, many girls like being spanked," I told her. "Your mom used to climax every time grandpa spanked her. It made grandma so mad."

"Did mommy fuck grandpa a lot?"

"I don't know. I never saw her or Aunt Lea having sex with dad. I suspected it, and I saw the aftermath a couple of times, but I never saw our dad fucking them."

"The aftermath?" Ella asked. Her hips moved faster, and her pussy cum was drooling down my shaft.

"Yeah, like one day I came home from baseball practice early. I called out, 'I'm home,' and upstairs, there was a bunch of frantic activity. Feet running around like they were in a panic. This was when your mom was about ten, and your Aunt was maybe 11. They both shared a room. When I went up to change out of my uniform, dad was coming out of their room. He looked like he had just run a marathon, all red and sweaty. He was trying to zip up his pants and asked me how practice was or something like that as he rushed to his room. I looked into the girl's room, and your Aunt was trying to put on a shirt, but the sleeve was inside out, and she couldn't find the armhole. Cum was dripping out of her and running down her legs. Your mom was in the middle of the bed naked and was using dad's tee shirt to wipe her pussy clean."

"What did they say?" Ella asked.

"I don't remember. Something silly like they were just exercising, or they just came in from tennis. I helped Lea with her sleeve, and she blushed and gave me a little thank you kiss. Then I told them both, 'Next time, just close the door and let pa finish. I won't tell mom.' They both started to deny anything was happening, and I got a little angry, 'I'm not stupid.' I told them and left."

"Do you want to fuck mom? I bet she would let you. She was gagging for it this morning. If you made a move, she would have let you."

"I think you're right. Your mom is very horny." I kissed Ella and pushed my finger into her ass, making her shiver and smile. "How about we decide not to decide about our relationship status right now. Instead of being my girlfriend, your just be my little eight-year-old niece, who I love and who I love fucking."

"OK, and you will be my most favorite uncle in the whole of the universe who I love to fuck!"

We stayed in bed all morning, kissing, cuddling, and talking. We showered together, and then Ella let me put the tampon into her pussy. I'm not sure why, but it was a massive turn-on.

Then I drove Ella to her dance class. During the drive, she teased, "I bet you see a bunch of girls at class that you want to do. We get naked in class, so you're going to get to see their pussies."

"Why do you get naked?" I asked.

"Because we have to do costume changes. Sometimes Sue will take one of the dads out into the ally and fuck him. Would you be mad if I did that?"

"No, you can fuck Sue all you want. I think I would like to watch that."

She slugged me playfully, "No, Silly. One of the dads. Some of them are cute."

"Yeah, like I said. You're my niece. You can fuck who you want to fuck."

"You won't get jealous?" She asked.

"I'll try not to. I think I will get a little jealous, but that's my problem. Not yours."

"I think I kinda want you to be jealous. I want you to get mad and punch the guy in the face. While I'm getting fucked, I want to see his nose get broken. His blood would drip down on me, and he'll squirt his cum into me simultaneously!" She was panting and headed for her twelfth orgasm of the day. "And then, and then I want you to yell at me and tell me I'm a whore and a slut and fuck me and rape me. And, and, and cum in me so your jizum and his jizum will fight in my womb, and then you will fuck me again, and he'll watch you fucking me, and he'll be sad 'cause you won me, and you own me!" Ella climaxed. Panting and licking her fingers, she said, "Wouldn't that be so romantic?"

I had no answer, so I kissed her instead.

Ella didn't lie about her dance class. When we walked in, there were already 20 very naked, very sexy girls. They did not seem fazed by me being there. Ella stripped just like them and told me, "You sit over there with the other parents."

Sue saw me and ran over, jumped into my arms, and gave me a big kiss, "Hi Uncle Billy! Are you gonna stay and watch us practice?" I told her I was, and then she gave me a lusty smile, "I'll dance extra sexy, just for you."

I was so hard. I walked funny on the way to the chairs.

Sitting there were three moms and one dad. I sat next to one of the dads. They all introduced themselves, and so did I, explaining that I was Ella's uncle. I asked one of the moms, "Why are there so few parents here?"

"Most just drop off their girls and leave." She said.

The girls talked with an instructor, who I assumed was Mrs. Winter. She handed each of them a costume, and then the girls all ran over to us 'parents' for help putting them on.

One of the moms walked me through the process, "The costume is in two parts. First, you take the panties like this..." She said as she gathered it in her hands. "See the leg holes in the center of the circle? Hold It down low to the ground and let Ella step into it..."

I did as she asked and Ella stepped in. Then I watched as the woman pulled up the bottoms to her daughter's knees. I wasn't sure why the girls couldn't do this for themselves. "Before the panties touch this little vagina..." She fingered her daughter, "...we put some tissue in the crotch, like this..." The woman slipped a little folded up pieces of tissue into the then she held it up against her daughter's pussy lips, and the girl pulled the garment the rest of the way up. "...see how I'm still holding it in place? This is to make sure it doesn't slip. You can press hard. The girls don't mind. They're not shy." She was kinda rubbing her daughter's cunny with her fingers. "We don't want any excretions leaking out of them and staining the fabric."

I did the same thing to Ella, and she let out a sexy little sigh. She took my hand and pressed it into her even harder, "Like this uncle Billy. You have to hold it to us tightly and go in little circles."

Ella was right. All the other parents were effectively masturbating their daughters as they dressed them. The mom then said, "You also need to make sure that the edges of the tissue are tucked in." All five girls let out a little sigh as their pussy lips were again caressed with their parent's fingers. "Lastly, run your fingers down the leg holes like this to make sure they are smooth and even and give the girls a little finger rub on their crotch so that they have a nice camel toe."

I'm sure I blushed as I pressed the leotard into Ella's cunt, and one of the other ladies said, "This is for the judges. They give extra points when they see a nice deep cameltoe." She was practically finger fucking her daughter.

"Judges?" I asked, looking around the room.

They laughed at me, "We are competing next week and again in three weeks. We want everything to be exactly the same, so the girls are accustomed to it on the big day." The dad added, "Also, if the girls are a little excited, you know, sexually excited, they dance better. Sexyer."

Ella leaned into me and whispered, "I'm very sexually excited, Uncle Billy." Then she kissed me.

The girls put on their own tops then I helped with the miniskirt. The top and skirt had a cube-like pattern, reminiscent of Piet Mondriaan's paintings. They were short enough that the girl's cute little asses were visible as they walked back to the teacher.

Another naked girl stepped up, holding out her outfit.

I looked over at the other parents. They laughed again, "21 girls and five parents. You do the math."

It was fun for the next two girls. I did just what I was told and sent them away happy. I was tempted to taste my fingers but worried that the parents would think I was a pervert.

The third girl in my line came up to me with a lusty smile. She was a tiny Japanese girl with almost black eyes and long, jet-black hair. I went a little too far with her. The tissue paper slipped up into her pussy. The dad laughed, "Don't worry, that happens sometimes. Especially if the girls aren't virgins. Just lick your fingers, reach up into her, and pull the paper out." As he said this he demonstrated with the pretty red-head he was currently helping. She smiled as he pushed his fingers into her deeply, “Just like this, hook your fingers and pull out.”

The Japanese girl lifted her leg up so it was pointed straight at the sky. I took hold of her tiny ass, and she giggled and told me, "It's ok if you dig into me deeply. I like it." I licked my finger and slipped it into her pussy, swiped upward, and pulled the tissue out. "I think I feel more inside me. Go deeper, please." She said with a huge grin. She took my hand and licked her juices off of it, then pulled me into her. "Just... a... little...LONGER... Oooooh, yes, that was nice." Her body shivered, and she leaned into me and slipped her tongue into my mouth. “Thank you.”

Blushing, I told the other parents, "Sorry about that..."

They all laughed, "It happens from time to time. Don't stress over it."

After they were all dressed, the girls did several stretches and warm-up exercises. Then they lined up, and the music started. I was amazed. No, that's not strong enough. I was astounded. The song was 'Teach Me How to Shimmy.' I had never heard it before, but it was a fun 1950s vibe. You can look it up on YouTube. They all looked like professionals. I've seen Broadway plays, and these little miniature sex pots were hotter, sexier, and better than anything on the big stage.

They ran through the dance six or seven times. Each time the teacher would tell them where they missed a step or that someone had their arm too straight, the kick wasn't high enough. These corrections seemed to be a matter of millimeters - just tiny minor flaws in a perfect routine. I clapped and was surprised that the other parents didn't join in.

Ella ran over to me, and I picked her up, spun her around, and hugged her, "That was fantastic!" To the other girls, "You all did so great! Wonderful. Really wonderful!"

Ella kissed me on my cheek and said, "Thank you, Uncle Billy, but you're not supposed to clap. Just watch and be quiet."

"What? Why not? You all were so beautiful! So graceful! The moves, the gymnastics! It was... I don't have the words!"

All of the girls guided me back to my seat, "Yes, thank you. It's lovely of you, but You can't make a big deal out of it, or we will never make it through our rehearsal." I got a little kiss and thank you from each of the 21 girls, and finally, Ella gave me a big kiss and said, "You have to promise just to sit and watch. OK?"

"OK, honey. I'll try."

The whole group ran through the dance again then the instructor peeled away all but six of them and did the full routine three times in a row. Then those girls sat down, and another six ran through it a couple of times. One of the mothers told me, "During the competition, only the best seven girls will be on stage. Mrs. Winter will pick that morning, so everyone needs to be ready. Your little niece will be picked for sure. She's one of the best we have here."

Mrs. Winter called a break, and the girl got some water and stripped naked again. They all chit chatted, giggled and ate a few little snacks. Completely naked and not the least bit shy. The postman came in and oggoled the girls as he handed Mrs. Winter a package. I must have looked angry because one of the moms squeezed my thigh, “Don’t worry about him looking. The girls like the attention.” I smiled back at her and tried to relax.

Next was a new costume, which went much like the first dressing. The only difference was removing the first tissue from each girl's hairless pussy lips. For some of them, it was no big deal. But about half of them, the tissue was soaking with sweat and cunt cream, so it took some effort because the tissue fell apart and got caught in the girl's pink folds and wet interior. This time around, I wasn't the only one that gave a girl a climax. It seemed like most of the girls enjoyed getting dressed in their new dancewear. They had pink panties, a short little pink skirt, a white and pink top, and a large floppy hat.

The next dance was even more impressive than the first. It was to the song 'Mambo Number Five." They were selling sex from the very first beat. Facing away from us, they swayed their hips to the rhythm, and their skirts whipped back and forth, letting us see their nicely rounded asses. They danced and pranced around the stage, each girl keeping perfect time. They even had a funny part when they shook their tits at the audience, even though all the girls were as flat as boards.

Like the first dance, they ran through the whole thing multiple times, and the coach corrected, adjusted, and criticized small little details to make it cleaner and better each time. And when it was over, I started to clap and cheer before remembering that I was not supposed to. I stopped and said, "Sorry, it was just so wonderful. I can't help myself."

Mrs. Winter laughed, "We're done for the day. If you want to clap, please do."

We all clapped, and the girls loved it.

Many of the other parents started to show up. It seemed like about half waited out in their cars, and the other half came into the studio to talk with the girls or the teacher. The girls all stripped naked again, and I noticed that the four other parents were not messing about this time. No touching or playing with the girls. When I looked over at the dad, he shrugged, "Not all the parents enjoy their daughters, so you have to be careful at the end of the practice or if anyone new shows up. That is why we held back a little bit the first go around. We wanted to make sure you were not a prude."

Ella and Sue both came up to me. They were already dressed. Ella asked, "Uncle Billy. Can we give Sue a ride home? Her mom is running late."

"Sure. You're right across the street. It's no problem at all. We were going to stop and get something to eat. Would you like to join us?"

"Yes! That would be great!" She squealed with far more enthusiasm than seemed warranted. "Let me get my backpack!" She said and ran to the cubbies.

I looked at Ella, "Why is she so excited about going to lunch?" I thought that maybe her family was having money problems and had not gone out for a long time.

The actual reason floored me, "Because at school, 'getting something to eat' is code for fucking. She will be very disappointed when we stop at McDonald's if her pussy is not filled with your cum."

I looked around to see if anyone heard, and the only one that did was one of the dancers. A pretty redhead who confirmed, "I know if you said that to me, I would expect to be balled good and hard before I got home." She smiled at me and added, "Maybe you can take me out for something to eat next week after class?"

Just then, her dad took her hand and said, "There you are. Let's go. We have to get something to eat before your mom get's home. That only gives us two hours."

As the girl's dad pulled her away, the girl giggled, "Two hours? Who else is going to do me? Am I getting a gang bang, Daddy?"

I didn't hear the reply.

Sue returned with her stuff, and we headed out to the car. Both girls got into the back seat, and I heard Sue ask, "Are you going to fuck at your house or in the park?"

"Sorry, Sue, but we really are going to get something to eat. Food in our bellies eat, not cum in our cunts eat." Ella said playfully.

"Why?" Sue asked.

"Uncle Billy didn't know what 'going out to eat' means. He actually asked if you wanted food. That's all. It's no big deal."

Then to me, Sue asked, "Hey, what's wrong with me? Do you think I'm ugly?"

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"I'm offering to do you, and instead, you want to eat? You know, eat food and not my pussy?" She said bitterly.

I pulled into a McDonald's Parking lot and turned around to look at Sue. "I think you know I don't think you're ugly. You are beautiful, and no one in this whole city could say you're ugly with a straight face. You have a gorgeous face, a rocking body, a pretty little pussy, and very suckable nipples. Everything about you is attractive. Your attitude towards sex is a little off-putting."

"So you think I'm a slut?" She said, getting angrier.

I was worried that I was digging a deeper hole, "I don't know you, and you don't know me. I'm sorry if I said or did something that made you mad. I just wanted to get us some food, and I'm not sure why or how we ended up in this argument. Listen, why don't we go and eat. Get to know one another and see where things go?"

Still looking grumpy, Sue agreed, and we all went to eat. I ordered the girls their food, and they went to find a table. Soon we were all eating and chatting. At first, we talked about the dancing, and I told them how amazing they were.

I asked about only five to ten of them getting to be on the stage during the competition. "That doesn't seem fair. All of you were great."

Sue said, "It's a strategic decision. We have to have at least five for the Junior Girls Jazz dance. But if we let all twenty up there, then there are twenty chances of someone misstepping or tripping or even just not having their leg at the exact angle as all the other girls. Think of it like this, if you were going to cut a deck of cards and the only way you could lose is if you pulled the ace of clubs, you would have a good chance of winning. Now, cut the deck twenty more times. You still have the odds on your side, but they go down drastically."

"That's really smart. And a very clever way to explain it. I never knew that dance could be so strategic."

Ella looked at Sue, "I never understood why Mrs. Winters cut so many girls before. It seemed so mean, but it makes sense now. Thanks." Ella gave her friend a little kiss. "You're such a brain. I never think about the strategy. I just love to dance." Ela was up and spinning across the restaurant. Like a top crossed with a feather on a beam of sunshine, she danced.

Sue blushed. "That's why you won't get cut, and I will. I dance because boys like dancers, and it keeps me fit and skinny. You're there 'cause you love it, and you're amazing." She thought about what she said and blushed, "I'm not a slut, just because I like boys."

I laughed, "Hey, would you cut that out. If I want to call you a slut, I will. You can't just keep thinking that I think you're a slut when I haven't done or said anything. All I said was that you are smart and that you're a good dancer."

A tear ran down Sue's cheek, "I'm sorry. It just seems like everyone hates me. Even Ella's mom hates me because I'm a slut. She doesn't let us play anymore. I'm not allowed over to her house anymore. Don's mom called my mom this morning and said I wasn't allowed over anymore." The dam burst, and she began to sob, "It's not fair. Don was the one that invited all the boys over. It wasn't my idea."

I gathered the little ball of sadness into my arms, and Ella moved to her side and hugged her while I held her. I had a pretty good idea what happened, but Ella poked the tiger and asked, "What did you do over at Don's house? Was it dirty?"

"No, you stupid bitch, all we did was read poetry." She heard what she had said and turned to Ella, "I'm sorry, don't be mad. I shouldn't have said that. I'm just mad and sad. I'm the bitch, not you."

"I'm not mad," Ella said. But she was clearly mad. Ella did not like being called a bitch. I filed that away to remember for later - when dirty talking with Ella, don't call her a bitch - got it.

Sue went on, "Yes, it was dirty. He invited about ten boys over, and they gang banged me. I didn't really want to do them all. I only went over to fuck Don. I was hoping he might ask me to be his girlfriend. When I saw all the other boys, I told Don, no, and I was about to leave when they grabbed me and stripped me, then they all fucked me."

"It sounds like they raped you," I said to Sue.

Tears rolled down the sad girl's face, "Yeah, I guess. Maybe. I told them no and tried to fight them off, but they were too strong and too many of them. Dan screwed me first. The boys were cheering and egging him on. When he squirted, another boy started to do me... Do you know Ben, Ella? Ben Roth?"

"Yeah, he's cute. I always thought he was nice. It's a bummer to know he's a rapist." She took her friend's hand.

"Yeah, it is sad. So, he fucked me. It would have been good, too, if I wasn't being raped. He has a nice dick, and it lasted for about twenty minutes or so.

When he climaxed, the other boys grumbled about it taking too long. To speed things up, they began to double-team me. One boy in my pussy and another up my butt hole. I kind of lost track of who was fucking me and just let them have their way with me. I stopped fighting back. I just cried and let them do whatever they wanted to do."

"It's not your fault, honey. They should get into trouble for raping you. They should go to jail." I told her.

"I know, but who is going to believe the school slut? I've done a bunch of gang-bangs. I like gang bangs. Guys have posted some of them on the internet. Even my daddy has seen them." She wiped her face with a napkin, "I guess the boys were angry that I wasn't having any fun, so they dragged me outside and..." She stopped and started to cry again.

"You don't have to tell us if it's making you sad, Sue," Ella said, kissing her friend. "We love you, no matter what."

"I love you too," Sue said and kissed Ella back. The kiss was warm and wet, and it looked like it took Ella by surprise.

"They dragged me into the backyard, and I knew what they would do because they were all egging each other on about it. They said I was a dirty slut and that dirty sluts are nothing but piss rags. Once I was on the back lawn, they all started to pee on me and in me. The boys made me drink their piss, and they pushed their pissing cocks into my pussy and my ass and filled me up with urine in every hole I have. I tried to stop them, but fighting seemed to excite them. So I just opened my mouth and drank as they pissed into me. When they started to fuck me, I thought the golden shower was over, but they just got started. They would fuck me, then piss inside me, then fuck me more. They laughed at the sound my ass and pussy made after they filled me with pee. All ten of them took another turn fucking me and pissing on or in me."

She was quiet for a long time. She wiped her face again and then said, "The worst part was when they were done, they all got dressed and went to play ball in the park. I laid there for a long time, and then Don's mom called me a little whore and started to spray me with the hose. She said, 'You need to get dressed and go home, you little whore. I don't want you walking through my house. You go out the back through the alley.' I told her that they forced me to do it and that I tried to stop them, and she laughed and said, 'I've been watching you for over an hour, and you drank a gallon of them boy's piss without nary a word of protest. I've seen girls raped before, and they never orgasmed like you.' She didn't even give me a towel. I pulled on my dress. It stuck to my wet skin. I don't know what happened to my panties.

I threw up and then shited a gallon of pee and cum when I got home. I took a long hot shower that turned cold before it was over. I lay in bed, naked. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. Mom told me that Don's mom called and that I was a dirty slut for letting the boys gang bang me again, 'Your daddy was so mad when he saw that video of you on YouTube.' She spanked me. Then when daddy got home, he spanked me and then punished fucked me."

"I'm so sorry, Sue," Ella said.

She laughed, "Don't be. It was the only good fuck I had all day long." She laughed again, "I'm sorry. I ruined the whole day with my silly little sob story. I didn't mean to bring everyone down."

We both hugged her again, "It's not a silly little anything. It was horrible." I told her.

"Yeah, but it's done and over. Water under the bridge. A bridge I would just as soon burn to the ground, if'n I could." She smiled a sad little smile, "That was kinda stupid of me, uh?"

I didn't know what she meant. I thought that she was referring to going to a boy's house for sex and getting raped was her fault and that she was stupid for doing it. Then she went on, "I was hoping to seduce you. I wanted to fuck you at least once, but now you know how gross I am, and I'll never get into your pants."

I laughed, "It's the exact opposite. I'm far more likely to be won over by you now than I was at the start of our lunch."

She pushed me away a little and looked at me to see if I was just being mean, "Realy?" She asked. "Well, I guess if you're into water sports, I'll let you piss into me. But I don't much like it. You'll also have to fuck me. How about we make a deal, for every time you piss on me, I get at least one orgasm?"

I laughed again, "That's not what I meant. I like water sports, but only if the girl likes them. I would never force you or any girl to do something you didn't love." I ruffled her hair, "What I meant was that before lunch, I had a feeling that you only showed me one side of who you are. I wasn't getting a clear picture of the real you. Now I know more about you, and I like you more. The more we are around each other, the more I'll like you."

"I think I like you more too." She said and kissed me.

Ella asked, "What's it like? Pee... is it fun? What's it taste like?"

Sue giggled, "The first time I was so grossed out. My daddy pissed on me because I failed my algebra test."

"Why the fuck did you fail your algebra test? You could fucking teach the class." Ella asked.

"I didn't. Not really. I got 100%, but I told my parents I failed. I was hoping that my dad would punish fuck me. He pissed on me instead. Anyway, since then, I've peed on a couple of boys and girls, and they liked it, so I've tried it again, and it's not so bad. It's warm and salty and what the person has eaten makes a big difference. My daddy ate asparagus - that is so fucking gross when you dring asparagus piss. But once my bro peed on me after Halloween, his piss tasted surgery."

We got up and started to leave, and there was a scream from the front of the restaurant, and someone dropped a tray full of food and drinks. Then I saw two men with guns. "You two, go out the back door and hide behind the car. Go fast and be careful of other cars. Call 911 and tell them there is a robbery in progress. Get behind the car and stay put! Got it?"

"Uncle Bill, you come too..." Ella started.

I smacked her little rear end, "Go, NOW."

Once the two girls were out of the door, I casually walked up behind the guy closest to me. He was yelling at the scared girl behind the counter. The poor girl's hands were shaking, and she could not get the register open, "If you don't get me the cash right now, I'm gonna fucking blow your head off!" He screamed.

"I will, I will, I will just wait, I need to... I forget... JUST STOP YELLING AND LET ME THINK!"

I reached past him and pulled his gun up and out of his hands. Then I used the weapon to knock him on his ass. One quick smack against his temple and he went to the ground.

The other guy turned towards me, and I twisted his arm until I heard it snap. The sound was loud, and the other customers and employees thought the gun had gone off. His gun fell to the ground, and guy number one reached for it and earned a kick in his face. Guy number two was telling me how unhappy he was about his broken arm in a loud, clear voice. I ignored his suggestion that I go fuck myself because I had two lovely little girls that wanted to fuck me.

I put guy number two on the ground and sat on his back. Then dropped the magazine out of the gun and into my hand, jacked the slide, sending a cartridge spinning across the floor. I tossed the empty weapon into a nearby trash can and then did the same thing to the other gun. That was when I heard the cop cars pulling into the parking lot.

The store manager came out from the back, and I told him, "Hey, buddy. Come sit on this guy's back. I have my two daughters in the parking lot, and I don't want to get mixed up with the cops all day long.

The guy was happy to help out, and since he was a big guy, three hundred pounds or better, I had no doubt that guy number two was going to stay put.

I slipped out the back and found Ella and Sue screaming at the cops, "In there! In the McDonalds! There's a bunch of guys with guns shooting everyone! It's murder and death everywhere! My Uncle kicked their asses! He beat up like a hundred robbers, and they are in there! In there! You have to go and stop them and make them go to jail or something! Don't just stand there! Go!"

I walked up to the girls and the cops, "Sue, Ella, I'm fine. Everything is fine. Calm down. It's ok." I said.

"Sir, what's going on here?" One of the cops asked.

"You have two robbers restrained on the floor. Both have been disarmed. You can go inside now, it's safe."

Neither of them was happy that I took such a condescending tone, but they both finally started to move and entered the restaurant with their guns drawn.

"Come on. Let's go." I told the girls, and we drove away.

As we drove, it became more and more apparent that the girls had seen everything. They had some things mixed up. There were at least twenty bad guys in their version of events. There was a lot of shooting and screaming. What they got right was me hitting the one guy with his own gun, me breaking the other guy's arm, and me kicking the guy in the face.

It occurred to me that they had been watching from the window. I pulled into the parking lot of a city park and stopped the car, "Where were you two when I was in there with the robbers?"

Ella giggled, "We saw everything. We were right there at the window talking to the police..."

Sue broke in, "...Yeah! It was so cool how you judo chopped the guy with his own gun! It was so ninja how you busted his nose, and blood sprayed all over the floor!"

"In a loud bellow, I yelled, "I TOLD YOU TO HIDE BEHIND THE CAR! Do you realize how dangerous that was! If those fuckers hand pulled the trigger, you could have been fucking KILLED!"

I saw it happen in my mind's eye. A bullet leaving the barrel of the .45. Smoke and sparks billowing out and the copper-coated lead missile spinning slowly as it shattered the window then shattered Ella's skull. Her face was split in two, and her brains splashed across Sue's face as the second bullet punched a hole in Sue's chest.

My world went gray, and I stumbled out of the car then threw up.

I was just sitting in the park. My mind was mixing memories of what happened in Afghanistan with what could have happened to the girls. The actual blood and the imagined blood looped over and over again, and I was helpless to stop it. My mind tried to make sense of it all, but I couldn't separate real from fake. Death from fear.

Then a sweet little kiss wormed its way into my despair. Then another sparked a little love. A third and fourth made life worth living, and another dozen caused the sun to rise and chased the night from my mind.

I was kissing the girls back, and my hands found their tiny bodies and pulled them close to me. I saw that they were both crying. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Ella sniffled, "I thought I lost you. You were gone. Completely gone. You were just looking at nothing and seeing blood and gore."

"You kept talking about the explosion and parts of people and blood and bullets killing Ella and me." She kissed me again, "I'm so sorry that I didn't do what you said. I'll never disobey you again."

Ella hugged me, "I'm so sorry, Uncle Billy. I keep being a bad girl. You should spank me again. Spank me hard!" Tears were streaming down her face, "Spank me 'till I bleed! I'm so sorry!"

Sue pulled off her dress, "Spank me too. Spank me hard, then punish fuck me!"

"Punish fuck me, too, Unkle Billy!" Ella said. "I deserve it. Fuck me hard and make me cry."

I hugged them both, "It's ok. I don't need to spank you or punish you in any way." I kissed them both hard, "I love you both. I was just scared. I'm sorry I frightened you both. Sue, you should put your dress back on. I could get in trouble if anyone saw us like this."

We all got back into the car and drove the rest of the way home. The girls were both quiet. I drove into the garage because I was worried about what the neighbor might think if they saw the girls go into my house. They both had red eyes from crying and looked disheveled and worn.

Apparently, Sue's mom saw us get home and was curious. She knew her daughter's reputation and thought that if she caught her fucking me, it would give her and her husband another opportunity to punish the girl. She snuck over and peeped into the front window and was disappointed to find the three of us on the couch snuggled warm and fast asleep.

Later that night, we were shaken awake by both Becky and Sue's mom. Luckily we were all dressed, and nothing inappropriate was going on. "Wake up, sleepyheads. It's time for dinner." Becky said. As the sleep fell from my eyes, Becky introduced me to Sue's mom, "Bill, this is Carol. She birthed this little angel."

'Little angle?' We all wondered where that came from. Just yesterday, she was treating the poor girl like dirt.

Sue stretched and asked, "Is it morning time?"

Her mom gave her a little kiss and then kissed Ella, "No, it's dinner time. We got something special for our little heroes."

Then I got a big kiss from my sister, "And for our BIG hero."

The three of us were confused, and as the smell from the kitchen hit us, we were also hungry. I got up and said, "How about we eat, and you tell us what this is all about?"

Jack and Tim were opening large foil aluminum trays filled with Mexican food. Tacos, enchiladas, carnitas, rice, beans, and more. When they saw us, they hugged the girls and shook my hand, "There’s are our sleepy heroes."

"What the fuck are you all talking about." Sue finally asked.

"It's all over the news," Tim said as if that explained everything.

I had a sinking feeling in my chest. I took off from McDonald's because I didn't want a big fuss...

Carol finally made it clear. "They have been playing it over and over. Ella and Sue called the cops for help and then verbally berated them for moving too slow. They also have video of you..." She leaned over my shoulder and kissed my neck, "Calmly disarming the murderous villains. It looked so 007 James Bond. You know, without the sexy accent."

Becky added, "Those two robbers killed two people just an hour before at a grocery store." She served me enough food for three people.

Jack added, "And another person a week ago."

I have to admit that I was a complete ass hole at this point. Everyone wanted to talk about what happened, but I felt my world going pear-shaped, and I angrily told them all, "Can we please talk about something else?"

Jack started, "I was just wondering about the guy's arm..."

"Shut the fuck up," I said. Not loud, but filled with venom. Everyone went silent. After about five minutes of quiet, I got myself back under control and said, "The girl's dance practice was amazing today. They are spectacular."

Everyone stayed well away from the subject that they all wanted to talk about, and we finished dinner talking about everything else. Afterward, Becky pulled me into my room. She started to cry, "I know you're going to hate me, and you will never want to talk to me again, but I have to tell you that you need help. You have to go see someone."

She lost all control and slumped to the ground, balling. Massive tears ran down her face, and her whole body shuddered, "I'm sorry. I know you don't want me talking about going to a psychologist, but you need help, and I can't let Ella spend time with you if you can't get yourself under control."

That last sentence was like a kick in my stomach. Becky was right. I needed help, and I was a danger to Ella and everyone else around me. I sat on the floor next to Becky and held her tightly. "OK, I'll look into it again. I promise."

She threw her arms around me and smothered me with kisses, "Thank you! Thank you! You'll see, this is for the best!"

Once she calmed down, she cleaned herself up in my bathroom. The two of us went out to the living room, where they were all talking about this afternoon's adventure. They stopped when they saw me.

I didn't know if Carol and Sue knew much about my PTSD, but I gave them a brief sketch and then told everyone, "I'm going to look into getting some help." I knelt next to Ella, "Until I get better, your mom would like us to stop spending time together. I think she's right and..."

"WHAT!" Ella raged, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! First, you take Sue away from me! NOW you want to steal Uncle Billy away! YOUR MEAN! IF YOU DO THIS, I'M GONNA FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM HOME AND NEVER EVER NEVER COME BACK EVEN NEVER!"

I hugged her tightly and said, "Shsssss, it will be fine. It won't be forever. Just let me see the doctor and try to get better. Maybe a month or two and then..."

"NO, no, no, no.no! I'm gonna run away, then none of you all will ever see me again. I'll do it. I'll jump a train with the hobos and live life rough. I will. I saw it in a movie and I know everything there is to know about it ‘cause it was all true, and I'll do it!" Ella was spiraling. "I'll sell my pussy to earn food. I like sex. Sex is fun. I can make money doing sex for men and I'LL RUN AWAY!"

I kissed her gently then Sue kissed her. Ella blushed and leaned into Sue for another, deeper, wetter, more passionate kiss. I wondered if Jack had picked up on Ella's sex comment. The two little girls seemed to melt into each other. The arms wrapped around one another, their hands wandered up and down each other's bodies. They slowly slipped down onto the ground, and I realized that they were lost to each other, and we might as well not exist.

Becky pulled me towards the kitchen, and I saw that Jack, Carol, and Tim were already there. Jack said, "I don't think we should keep you and Ella apart. You're going to get some help, and that's good. But it seems like you need her, and she needs you." Then he turned to Becky, "And those two girls out there also need each other. You can't tell Ella that Sue is not her friend. It's cruel."

"I agree." Said Carol.

Tim asked, "Can I go out and watch Ella and Sue? I think they're going to do each other."

Jack grabbed his son, "Stay put and leave the girls alone."

Becky started to cry again, "I'm sorry. I guess I've messed up just about everything."

"It's ok. It's an easy fix. Just let Ella and Sue be friends again, and Bill, I think I can help you out. My brother, Fred, is a psychologist. I'm sure he can help you, and I bet he'll see you for free."

"No, I can't..." I started. My pride was getting the better of me.

Becky shut me up quickly, "YES, you can."

Carol laughed, "Don't worry. It won't be charity. My brother has a thing for Sue, and she likes him too. They will work out a payment plan."

Jack looked shocked, "You mean he'll want to... um...?"

Becky laughed, "Yes, she will 'um' the shit out of her uncle." Then she smiled a broad lusty smile, "I bet our little Ella would like to help pay the bill too. I have a feeling that little Ella is going to want to um day and night."

Jack looked even more shocked, "Do you think Ella is sexually active already? She's only 8-years-old?"

Becky opened the door leading into the living room and let Jack looked out. Ella and Sue were both naked and in a passionate 69. Sue was shoving two fingers into Ella, and she licked her BFFs clit. "That little 8-year-old girl is definitely a woman. She will always be our little baby girl, but she is growing up fast, and you have to accept her sexuality."

Jack asked, "Is Ella a lisbian?"

Ella chose that moment to climax, "OH Fuck me, Sue! Fuck me harder! Ooooooooooo!" Her little ass was pumping up and down violently, "I love your fingers and tongue almost as much as I love fucking cock!"

Becky closed the door, "I don't think so, honey. I think she would call herself Bi Sexual, but I don't think we need to label her. She's only 8. Who knows what she will decide later in life. Maybe we should leave the girls alone."

We talked more about Carol's brother, Sam, and his psychology practice. After she made me comfortable about seeing him, she called him. I had a short talk with the doctor, I made an appointment for the next day.

When we went back into the living room, the two little preteen girls were bundled up on the couch and fast asleep.

Becky and Carol looked at each other. A silent dialogue passed between the ladies, then they looked at me and asked, "Is it ok if they both stay with you tonight?"

"Sure. No problem." I said. "They have had a busy day."

Becky told Jack, "Why don't you and Tim head home. I'm going to help Billy with the girls." I could see that Jack wanted to say something, maybe even push back on the girls being with me, but my sister used her Jedi mind trick on him too, and she never said a word. A moment later, They were gone, and Becky and Carol were lifting their daughters and carrying them upstairs. "Billy, come up and turn down the bed."

I followed right behind them. I expected the women to take the preteens into the guest bedroom. When they walked into my room, I quickly pulled the blankets and sheets back, and they laid the girls down. Both girls were mostly nude, and soon the moms had stripped off their tee-shirts and socks, leaving them completely naked.

I thought that maybe I should say something like, "Well, I guess I'll be sleeping in the guest room." Or some such BS.

Before I did, Sue's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her mom, "Hi, mommy? Is it morning time?"

"No, honey. I'm putting you to bed over at Mr. Peter's House. You're going to spend the night with him and Ella."

She gave a sleepy giggle, "Ummm, goody. Is he going to fuck us both?"

"Yes, dear. He's going to fuck you, and by the size of the bulge in his pants, I think you're going to like it a lot."

"Oh goody. Goody, goody, rainbow drops, and all the unicorns are dancing..." The preteen's eyes slowly closed.

Becky pulled me out of the room by my arm, "You might want to put off any fun and games until the morning. They have both had a very full day. Dance class alone is enough to tire them out, but all the excitement with the robbers, the cops, and TV news..."

Carol giggled, "And fucking each other to exhaustion. I bet they both had a hundred orgasms."

We went downstairs, and I opened a bottle of wine. We chatted as we drank our wine. Not about anything in particular but a hundred subjects that skirted around preteen sex. Things like dance class and did I have fun, was there enough room in the bed for me and both girls, have I been having fun with Ella, and did I think it was ok for her to stay with me for the next week or two. Carol even suggested that Sue might do better at school if she stayed with me instead of going home for the next couple of weeks.

Beck asked her, "Why do you think she would do better living here?"

Carol blushed, "Well, it might be the wine talking here. I would deny saying this, but Sue's home life is kinda fucked up. It's mostly my fault." She paused, and a tear ran down her cheek. "Sue is very sexually active. Very. It was clear a couple of months ago that she had her eye on her dad, and Ben's willpower was weakening. One day she brought home a "D" on a test. Well, stupid me thought that I was being clever. I suggested that Ben spank her naked ass then punish fuck her."

"Punish fuck?" Becky asked.

"Yeah. I thought it would let Ben empty his balls into Sue, and he would have his fun, but it would make Sue a little less horny. Maybe even put her off sex for a year or two. You know... fuck the slut out of her. It seemed to work. She cried all night long and was really upset with me the next day. I thought, good. Be mad at me and keep your legs closed."

"But?" Becky prompted.

Carol laughed, "But, a week later, Sue brought home an "F." I could tell that she was horny. She was both scared and desperate for her dad to punish her again. Since then, her grades have plummeted."

I asked, "Have you and Ben talked about changing the paradigm? Tell her, no more sex unless you get better grades?"

"Well, I was kinda hoping that you could help with that. If she likes sleeping with you and if Ella doesn't get jealous..."

Becky giggled, "A night of fucking over at Billy's house for every good grade?"

Carol laughed, "I want her to do well in school, and I think this big cock is the incentive she needs..." She grabbed my dick through my pants.

We chatted a little longer, then the two women left.

I went back up to my room and watched at the two perfect little girls, so warm, willing, and beautiful. Instead of waking them, I stripped naked and climbed into bed between the two 8-year-olds. I was very hard and very horny. I thought it would take hours for me to fall asleep, but it was morning before I knew it.

I woke with two mouths licking and sucking my balls and cock. The girls smiled when they saw my eyes flutter open. "Good morning Uncle Billy!" Ella sang, then she stood over me and settled down onto my dick, "Ummmmm, I love your cock in my cunt hole."

"Hey, I thought that I was going to fuck him first? Did you change your mind? If you want to keep him to yourself, "I understand." Sue said with a sad note in her voice.

"No, I'll share. I want to watch you two screw. I love you both, and I want you to love each other." She kissed her BFF.

Ella stood again, and Sue sucked me, then announced, "Ummmm, I love the taste of your pussy on his dick." Then for the next ten minutes, Ella sat on my cock for one deep stroke, and Sue licked her creamy juices from my shaft. "OK, Ella, my lovely friend, move. I need cock."

"OK, Sue, my best friend for all time, please ride my uncle's dick. I think you are going to love it my dear friend!" She giggled at her own odd formal syntax.

Ella held my shaft and aimed it at her girlfriend's wet cunny. Sue lowered herself and sighed, "Ohooooooooo, Yessssssssss, this is a nice cock!"

Sue's pussy was much loser than Ella's. It was still tight, but it was much different. I grabbed her tight little ass and squeezed it as she rode up and down. Then I pulled her face down to me and kissed her. Her mouth opened, and we fed on each other's need.

I'm not sure how long we fucked. I was in a small bubble of lust and pleasure that burst when Ella pushed in between us and added her tongue to our wet kiss, and as a trio, we continued to kiss, lick and suck.

When Sue climaxed, She screamed out, "OUoooooooooo, neaaaaaaaaaaa, YES, YES, OH FUCK YES!"

She fell to my chest, panting and giggling, "That was soooo, good, Ella. Thank you!"

"Well, it wasn't all me. I had a little help from my Uncle Billy." She giggled.

"Thank you, Uncle Billy. You were wonderful."

"You're awesome." I lifted her off my cock and asked, "How much time do we have? When do you two need to leave for school?"

"We have ages." Ella said, kneeling on the bed with her ass high in the air, "Fuck me, please." I lined my dick up and slid into her, "OH, I love fucking so much!"

I kissed Sue and then manhandled her so that she was also on her knees right next to Ella. As I fucked Ella and fingered Sue, then I pulled out of Ella and pushed my dick into Sue. After fucking her a dozen strokes, I pulled out and started to fuck Ella again. Back and forth, I fucked each girl until I gave Sue another orgasm, then I fucked Ella hard until we both climaxed. The moment I pulled out of her, Sue clamped her mouth over Ella's cunt and sucked up all my cum.

After catching our breath, we all piled into my shower, and I had a fantastic time washing these two nymphets. My fingers caressed every inch of their soft skin, and I used the shower hose to clean out their tight little well fucked pussies and their lovely little puckered ass holes.

Too much water jetted up into Ella's ass, and she giggled, "Stop, stop! You're going to make me poop!"

Sue laughed and hugged her friend, "Do it, Uncle Billy! Fill her butt with water and make her POOP!" Laughing along, I pushed the shower nozzle even tighter against Ella's backdoor. "Do feel it, Ella? Are you filling up with water?"

She giggled, "Stop! Stop! I'm going to poo! It's going to be so gross!"

"It's OK. You're n the shower. It's gross but not as awful as if you pooped your pants or in the living room." I could see her belly inflating, "How full are you?"

"Toooooo full, sooooooo full! I'm gonna... OH FUCK!" Her ass exploded with thin brown water making the shower stall instantly reek of shit. "OH, NO! Noooooo, I'm pooping! Make it stop!"

Sue squealed, "It's so grody! Eweeee! Do it to her again! Do it again! Fill her ass with a hundred gallons of water!" Sue held Ella tightly as I pushed the shower nozzle up against her ass again. "Look! Look! I can see her tummy growing like she's pregnant! LOOK! LOOK! You're pregnant! Uncle Billy, you knocked up Ella, and she's growing a pretty little baby inside her belly!"

Ella stopped struggling and held her belly, "Oh, I wish I was pregnant with your baby. Promise me that once I'm old enough, You'll put a baby in me for real!"

"I would love to..." I started.

Then the mini supernova leaped into my arms and covered me with a thousand kisses, "I love you, I love you sooooo much!"

Neither Ella nor I realized that when Ella jumped into my arms, her ass farted shit water all over her pretty BFF.

"GROSSSSSSS, OH ICKY!" Ella and I looked down at Sue and had to laugh. "Don't Laugh! Help me!"

It took a long time to scrub the 8-year-old down. We washed and rinsed her three times. We were finished she made us promise to never tell anyone about what happened. Then I asked, "How much time do we have? You both need to go home, get dressed, and get your books. I'll drive you to school."

Sue kissed me, "Well, not enough time for another fuck, if that's what you're asking."

I laughed, "No, I was asking about breakfast. While you two get dressed, I'll make you both an egg burrito. Meet me at my car."

I made scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon and fried up some diced potatoes & bell peppers. Then I grated some cheddar. Next, I heated up three large flour tortilla shells. Finally, I put it all together and wrapped the three burritos in some foil to keep them warm.

I was a little worried that I was taking too long, but neither girl was outside when I made it to the car. In fact, I finished eating half my burrito before Ella came flying out the door. A heartbeat later, Sue was skipping to the car. With the girls belated up, we headed out towards the school.

I was surprised that the girls had never had an egg burrito. "UNCLE BILL, this is delicious! When you said egg burrito, I thought it would be kinda gross."

Sue added, "I thought I would have to eat it to be nice, but this is great!"

"Well, I'm glad you like them."

"Oh, Mom said you have to pick us up. You're going to talk to my uncle... right? He's a shrink." Sue said with a mouth full of food.

"Not a shink. Be nice." Ella said, also with a mouth full of food, "He's a psychiatrist." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, "I'm glad you're going to get help. Mommy said I get to help pay for the appointment."

"Hey! So am I! My Uncle Fred is always very flirty. Do you think he will want to fuck us?"

"Mom told me that he was gonna, but dad said that he might just want to, you know, touch us and kiss and stuff," Ella said.

I'm sure I turned red. Both the girls stopped eating, and then Ella asked, "Are you mad, Uncle Billy? I thought you said it was ok for me too, you know, do stuff with other boys. I won't if you're going to be mad. Please, I promise I won't."

Sue added, "My mom told me that Ella didn't have to do nothing that she didn't feel ready for. Uncle Fred won't make her fuck. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. I'm just being jealous. You are both so precious. I want to keep you both to myself and not share you with anyone." I kissed Ella, "But that's not fair to you. You're only 8-years-old. You have a whole world to explore, and you need to experiment and figure out what you want, lust for, and need. I'll get over my jealousy. Don't worry."

I need not worry about the doctor. I picked up the girls at 3:30 out in front of their school, and the three of us drove to my first Psyhciatice appointment. The first thing that the Doctor said was, "Hi Bill. My name is Doctore Paterson." I shook his hand, and then Sue lept into his arms and gave him a big kiss. "How is my Suzy Q? You're just as beautiful as ever." Then he knelt down and shook Ella's hand, "And you are Suzy's best friend, Ella.... right?"

"Yes, sir. Doctor, sir. It's nice to meet you." She was blushing deeply as she thought about this stranger fucking her later in the day.

Fred must have read the young girl's mind and chuckled, "Don't worry, dear. I would love to get to know you better." He kissed her forehead, then kissed Sue, "And you too, Suzy Q. But I'm afraid that it would be very unethical. Bill, our sessions are entirely pro-bono. My sister should never have offered to 'pay' me with her daughter. She knows I have a kink for young girls, but I can't use my position as a psychiatrist to gain access to Sue or Ella. It's just not right."

"Well, I can afford to pay about..." I started.

"It's free, don't worry about it. I make a good living. I can afford to help out some soldiers in need. Think of it as my part to protect America. After we talked last night, I called my secretary and asked her to look into setting up more service members who need help. Your just the first."

The session went well. It was painful, and afterward, I felt exhausted. I walked out to the lobby with shaky legs. Ella ran to me, "You look terrible." She said, then to the doctor, "What did you do to him? Make him run a marathon?"

"His therapy is confidential. But I can tell you that there was no running involved." Fred chuckled.

We said our goodbyes. As we left, Sue pulled her uncle down to her level and kissed him deeply, "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me, Uncle Fred? I'm really wet and horny. I've been looking forwards to this big cock in me all day long."

Fred reached under his niece's dress and squeezed her tiny ass cheeks. Then he pushed one finger up her ass and another into her pussy, "You are so ready for a fuck. But I can't. I want to, but..."

"Maybe if it has nothing to do with Uncle Billy? Maybe during the fourth of July party, just because I want you and you want me?"

He kissed her again, "Yes, maybe during the party. If we can find some time to be alone."

It was quiet during the drive home. Ella was sitting next to me, holding my arm. She gave me a little kiss at a red light then asked, "Was it awful?"

"No, not really. It was mostly just me talking and him listening. Me talking about things that I've tried to keep buried. Uncovering them and displaying them to the light of day was... painful and scary."

"I'm glad you went." She said.

"So am I."

I called Becky and suggested that I stop and pick up food for dinner. She loved the idea, and 45 minutes later, we were home with far too much Mexican food. We went to Ella's house, and I got a big hug from Becky, "I'm so glad you went today. Do you feel better?"

I chuckled, "No. Not at all. But I can see a path in front of me that will take me to a healthier place. It's going to take some time."

We all sat at the table, and the mood was quite light and fun. Until Tim walked into the room, then both Sue and Ella turned dark and angry. "You should get the fuck out of my sight before I tell mommy and daddy what you did today!"

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" The 13-year-old boy whined.

"And I won't!" Spit Ella with fire. "But you promised I would never see or talk to you again for the rest of my whole life! Even if I live to a million. SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

"Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad..." Tim started.

Sue threw a taquito at the boy and hit him square between his eyes, "Well, I didn't make any promises, so I can tell!"

"No! No, no, I'll go. I'm gone. I was never here!" Tim babbled

Ben calmly cut through the kid's anger and babble, "Stop. Stay right where you are. Ella, tell us what happened."

"No. I can't. I hate Timmy. But he's my brother, and I can't put him in jail forever and ever."

Ben growled, "Ella, this is serious. I want you to..."

"No. Hate me or beat me or kill me dead. I'm not saying anything." Ella said, looking at her brother with a cold, angry stare.

Ben looked at Sue, and she began to cry, "Timmy raped Ella. Then he let his scum bag friends rape her. Timmy and four other boys raped Ella. They was so mean to her. I cried."

Ella moved from her chair into my lap and hugged me, "Please don't be mad, Uncle Billy. Please don't hate me. I didn't want them all to do me. I tried to make them stop."

I was shocked at what she said, "Why would I be mad at you?" I turned her face to Ella and wiped her tears, "You were raped. It's not your fault. Not even a little bit."

Sue went on in almost a whisper, "Timmy came up to us in the playground. He says to us... he says, mom told me you lost your cherry. She said that I can fuck you now."

We all looked at Becky, "I did not tell you that you could fuck Ella."

Tim was crying, "I'm sorry, mom, I..."

"Shut it," Ben said. "Go on, Sue. You're doing great."

The little girl seemed to shrink. Instead of eight, Sue looked like a five-year-old. She crawled into Ben's lap and hugged him. He hugged her back, "Go on, Honey."

"So, then Ella, she was nice and told Timmy that he could do her bottom hole. You know, anal sex, and he says, no, I want your pussy hole since you ain't no virgin, I can do any hole I want. Then he takes her arm and pulls her into the bushes by the soccer field. You know the south field by the bikes and the pottery kiln. And then he pulled her panties off, and Timmy's friends were telling him, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. Over and over, and he did, and she was saying, no, stop. She said that her pussy is only for Uncle Billy, and she doesn't want him to do her pussy. Then he put her panties in her mouth and say to her... he says to her, stop yelling, or I's gonna slug you." She cried harder, "Then he fucked her, and he was so mean, and when he was done, he says, he says to his friends, your turn guys. And then they all did her. They did, and it was his fault!" Sue finished pointing at Tim.

Tim was balling now, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I just wanted... I'm sorry."

Becky told her son, "Go to your room. I'll deal with you later."

We got the two girls calmed down then ate our dinner. Afterward, we walked Sue home, then I sat on the porch with Ella, "Honey, you don't need to save your pussy for me. You can be with other boys."

"I know." She hugged me. "Maybe I'll let other boys do me. But not yet. I love you, and I only want your sperm in my womb. When you cum inside me, i think I can feel it swimming inside, searching. I know it’s probably just my imagination, but it feels like you in me. Your love in me exploring every bit of me.” She was quiet for a bit, “I figured that other boys would like fucking my ass."

You know that your dad will want to fuck you properly, right? You're going to hurt his feeling if you tell him no."

"Will he rape me too?" She asked, her eyes as big as saucers.

I laughed, "No. He would never ever hurt you. But you will hurt him. Just think about it." I kissed her, "You love me, but you also love your dad."

"Yeah, that's true. OK, daddy can fuck me if he wants."

"Good girl." I hugged her.

"Did the boys hurt you? Are you sore or torn up or anything?"

"No." She said simply.

"Maybe you should talk to someone about the rape? It can be very traumatic. Maybe Sue's Uncle?"

Ella laughed, "No. It wasn't so bad. I was mad at Timmy. I'm still mad at him. But they made me cum a bunch. In a way, I kinda liked it. It was scary... you know, thinking that a teacher or other kids could come and catch us. It made it kinda fun and exciting." She looked up at me, blushing, "Am I naughty? Is it naughty that I kinda want to be raped again? I'm so horny just thinking about it."

I hugged her, "No. It's not naughty at all. I think you should take that sexy, little, pink, and wet pussy home and talk to your dad. OK?"

"You sure? You won't be mad?" She smiled. I could see that she was vibrating with excitement.

"Not even a little bit. You go have fun."

She hugged me and kissed me. "I'll be back in the morning... is that ok?"

"More than OK. You have fun and make your dad feel extra special. I love you."

"I love you more." She said and skipped home.

I had a hard time getting to sleep. I finally nodded off around one in the morning.

I woke with my little nymphet riding my cock. "Hey, sleepyhead. I've been fucking you for five minutes!" She giggled. "You were out cold. Do you know what you were saying while I fucked you?"

"No? What?"

Ella giggled, "You said how much you love me and that you will marry me someday. Did you mean it, or was it just a dream?"

"It would be my dream come true," I told her and then flipped her around to fuck her hard. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her deeper.

I screwed her hard until she climaxed, "OH, Uncle Billyyyyyyy, Naaaaaaa, Neeeeeee, Ooooooooooooo!"

Then I rolled to my side and continued to fuck her slowly. I didn't want to cum. I wanted to talk with my mini-lover. "How did things go with your dad last night?"

She blushed and smiled, "It was nice. Daddy's got a nice winky."

"And?" I prompted.

"Do you want all the dirty details?" She kissed me, "Will hearing about it make you horny?"

"Yeah," I told her.

"Dirty old man. You want to hear perverted stories of an eight-year-old girl being banged by her own daddy?" She kissed me deeply.

"I went home, and mom and dad both hugged me. Mommy said that Timmy would stay away from me for as long as I wanted. He's going to live with Aunt Zelda. In Alabama. I told her no that I didn't want him to move away. I wasn't angry anymore. So they say that we'll talk about it later. Then mom wanted to look at me. You know, down there." She pointed at her crotch.

"Checking for damage?" I asked as my cock slowly slid in and out.

"Yeah. And when mom was looking, I asked her to lick me. Mom got a big smile and started to do me. Then I pulled daddy to me, kissed him, and then started to suck his dick. Once he was all hard, mommy moved out of the way and told him, 'Fuck her. I want to see you fuck her.'

"But daddy said 'no,' she doesn't want anyone but your brother in her pussy. Then I tell daddy, 'It's ok, daddy. I love you. I love you just as much as I love Uncle Billy, and then I say I need a fuck. I'm so horny that I need it now, and I need it hard.' He asked, am I sure? And he asked, am I sure, and I yelled, YES, PLEASE DO ME 'efor I go all crazy!"

Ella kissed me. Hard. Her hips begin to thrust faster. I'm not fucking her. She is fucking me, "Then daddy started to fuck me, and I told him, "No, harder, daddy! Do me hard!"

"He came in me too fast, but I kept fucking him, and he stayed hard. His second cum was like forever. Maybe a hundred hours. I kept cumming and cumming. It was so exciting that my dad, who made me nine years before, was now inside me and filling me with his sperm."

Ella was climaxing again. I was right on the edge of my own orgasm, but I managed to keep my balls under control.

Ella kissed me, "I love you, Uncle Billy. Thank you for letting me fuck daddy."

"So was that it? Your dad climaxed again? Then what? Did you go to sleep in your own room, or did you stay in your parent's room?"

"I slept with dad's dick in me. Then later. I don't know what time he woke me. He was fucking me again, and mommy was watching and smiling. Then she kissed me and told me, 'you're a good girl.'"

"Anyway. It was nice. It's better with you, but if it's OK with you, I'll keep letting him do me when he wants."

"You don't need to ask permission, honey. Realy, if you want to do some boy, grandpa, or anyone, you decide if it's right for you. In a year or two, we will get engaged and get married when you're 13, but until then, your pussy is your pussy, and you can do what you want with it?"

"Are you going to be jealous?" She asked as her hips started to move again.

"Yes. But that's ok." I laughed.

"OK, can you fuck my ass now? I want to feel you all the way inside me."

I turned the tiny girl around and shoved my cock into her hard and deep.

Afterward, we showered together. She brought her books and some clothes over, so there was no rush to get breakfast. Both Ella and I were naked as we cooked together. She was making an eggs benedict sauce as I poached some eggs and toasted a couple of English muffins. Every so often, Ella bent over and sucked the tip of my cock. In return, I was giving her perfect little ass a pinch whenever I passed her.

Becky came over as we were cooking. "Knock, knock, are you two decent?" she sang as she looked up the stairwell.

"We're in here, mom, and we are completely indecent." Ella giggled.

"Naked breakfast again?" She asked.

"There's plenty if you want to join us." I offered.

"Sure, it smells delicious." Becky said and sat at the counter, "Is there anything I can do?"

"You can strip. Naked breakfast requires naked people." Ella teased.

Becky sat and watched us cook. As we cooked, we helped each other. I stepped into whisked her sauce as she went to get the butter. She added more English muffins to the toaster when they popped up for me because I was looking for the ham. I forgot that Becky was there and kept teasing my little girlfriend/niece by wiggling a finger up her sexy hairless pussy. Ella giggled and slapped my hand away.

I was reminded that my sister was there when Becky said, "You two work like you have been together for twenty years. Watching you both is like watching Ella dancing. It's almost choreographed."

I smiled and blushed. Ella danced over to her mom, "Thank you, mommy." She kissed her mom, "I love an audience. It makes me shine."

Ella plated the meal, making it look beautiful as I served all three of us coffee. I sat next to Becky and expected Ella to sit across from us. Instead, she slipped into my lap and let my cock slip up into her pussy.

At first, I didn't think anything of it, but when I looked over at my sister to ask what she thought about her daughter's sauce, I saw her looking down at Ella's pussy. She could clearly see my dick stretching her eight-year-old daughter's hairless twat. "Oh, sorry, Becky. I didn't mean to..."

She laughed, "Oh, stop. After what I saw this little girl doing last night, there's not much that can shock me."

"Do you like watching me fuck mommy?" Ella asked and opened her legs wider and started to move up and down.

Becky opened her legs and showed us both that her fingers were buried in her twat, "Yes, honey. I love watching my little girl. I love to watch you swim, dance, laugh, and fuck. Everything you do is wonderful."

We continued to eat, chat, and fuck. Once we were finished with breakfast, Becky knelt on the floor and licked Ella's clit and my shaft and balls. Ella climaxed quickly then I filled her pussy with cum.

Ella climaxed again as her mom cleaned her pussy with her tongue.

I took Ella to school. "Now remember if you want to mess around with a boy. It's up to you. Not me." We kissed, and she went skipping to class.

I spent the rest of the day working on my house. I was woefully behind schedule.

As I finished with the last garden sprinkler valve, I heard Ella's sing-song voice, "Uncle Billy, I'm home."

"I'm out in the back," I called out.

She found me and gave me a nice little kiss, then asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing the lawn sprinklers. These are the valves that turn the water on and off. The people that lived here before had manual valves. I just changed them to automatic ones controlled by a computer in the shed."

"Cool. Could you do that to our yard?" She asked, then started to take off her clothes.

"Yeah, I could do that if your parents want me to." I watched as she pulled down her panties then unbuttoned her shirt. "Are you going swimming?" I asked.

She looked at the pool, "Oh, sure, that would be fun... after."

"After? After what?" I asked, knowing what she was going to say.

"After you fuck me. I have some stuff to tell you, and I want your dick in me when I tell it."

I laughed and stripped off my clothes too. Then Ella took my hand and guided me to a lounge chair next to the pool. I sat, and she climbed into my lap, and in a flash, she was fucking me and climaxing. She must have been horny for most of the afternoon to orgasm so quickly.

After she caught her breath, she asked, "Did you shoot your stuff?"

"No. Not yet, you went off quickly. What happened today to get you so turned on?"

"Well, you know how you told me it was ok to do stuff with boys?"

"Yeah. Did you find a boy to have sex with?

"No." She said with a big smile.

"No?" I asked. Then I had a thought, "Did you find two boys?"

She giggled, "Three boys and a teacher. And, I raped Timmy!" She laughed.

I'm sure I looked shocked, and Ella laughed again, falling to the floor and holding her belly. Then she told me what had happened during her day.

She started with, "You told me it was ok to be naughty with boys. So, During homeroom, instead of sitting with Sue, I went to the back of the room to sit with a boy named Jim. Jim looked at me like I was from Venus."

"Is Jim cute?" I asked.

Ella giggled, "Silly Uncle Billy, he's not cute, he's dreamy. He has the coolest wavy hair and deep dark eyes, and he's so pretty that he could be a girl. So I was kinda flirting with him, and he finally said something like, 'Ella, you a cute girl and all, but I'm seeing someone.' Well, I was surprised 'cause I ain't never seen him with no one."

"Did he tell you who?" I asked.

She started to laugh, "Yes, he did. You'll never in a million years guess. Never not ever..."

"He's gay?" I asked.

Ella looked startled. "Um, yeah. How did you know?"

"I didn't know. But if he just had a girlfriend and someone as beautiful and sexy as you were flirting, he would have flirted back no matter how much in love he was. Maybe he wouldn't do anything, but he would defiantly be tempted. The only other option would be he's dumber than a box or hammers, but I know you're in the most advanced classes, so that couldn't be it."

Ella kissed me. Our tounges danced, and she melted into me, and we hugged. Her little hip rocked, keeping me hard and her wet, but not enough to make either of us cum. "You're so smart." She said. "It took me at least fifteen minutes of Jim hemming and hawing before realizing what he was telling me. He even said he was dating Josh, and I stupidly asked, 'Josh is an odd name for a girl. Where is she from?' Then he tells me Josh is a normal name for a boy, and I say's well yeah, but it's an odd name for a girl. Then it hit me, and I whispered, 'Are you gay?"

"And he laughed and said, 'you don't have to whisper. It's not a secret.' Then I said, 'Why didn't you start with, 'I'm gay?' and he said because you're pretty and I like having you flirt with me."

"He told me about the older boy he is dating, and we talked for most of the class. He's a great guy. I think we are going to be good friends."

"Didn't the teacher mind that you were talking during class?" I asked her.

"No, not really. It's an advanced class, so he spends most of the day helping kids with their homework on Mondays. Kids like me that find it easy, he just leaves alone. Jim smirked at me about halfway through class and asked, "You're really horny, aren't you?" I laughed at him and asked him why he asked that, and he pointed out that I was playing with myself. So I laughed and told him I was sorry. I recently lost my virginity, and I was hoping to get laid during class or at least suck some dick and get a belly full of cum."

I laughed, "You told him that?"

"Yeah. Kinda slutty, ain't I?" She giggled and kissed me again. "So then he asked, 'You got an older brother, don't-cha? I bet he would fuck you during the break.' And I practically tore Jim's eyes out when I said, 'No fucking way will I let Tim near me ever again. That fucking bastard raped me yesterday. He's lucky I didn't cut off his balls!'. Jim was just a sweetheart, and he scooted over and hugged me and told me he was sorry for boys being such ass-holes. Then he told me about his sister being raped by a bunch of boys a year ago and how she's still scared of everything. She went from being a bright shining searchlight to a little timid field mouse, and it makes him sad every day."

"That is sad." I agreed.

"Yeah. Then Jim surprised me. He pulled out his cock. It's a nice cock, long and fat and just as pretty as he is. If cocks could be girls, his would be a girl cock, for sure. So he pulled it out and asked, 'Are you still horny?' and I giggled and sucked him a bit, then I asked, 'Can I ride you some?" He says yeah, and I say, so are you gay or bi, and he laughs and says, 'Well, I'm not sure. You and my sister are the only girls I ever got a boner for. I'm not sure what category that is. Let's not label it and just have some fun.' Then I let his pretty cock slide into me, and I tried not to scream because I started to orgasm instantly."

I needed to cum. Listening to my little nymphet tell her story made me too horny. I picked her up and flipped her onto her back, and started to pound my dick into her. Her legs went all akimbo as she climaxed, and a minute later, I filled her sexy hairless twat with cum. She pushed me off, "I want to taste you!" She squealed in a happy cry, "I want to suck you!"

I was still mostly hard, and as she licked and sucked me, I gained back 100% of my steel. "Ummmm, you are my favorite love, and you taste best in the whole world." She cooed.

I picked her up and carried her into my house, "Your turning pink. I bet you're already a little burned." I told her. In the house, we sat on the couch and snuggled. It was warm, and we were both sweaty. Our bodies slipped against each other like greased gears. Perfectly fitting and forever meshed. "Do you want me to go on?" She asked.

"Yes, please," I said.

"So Jim shot of into me, and then he dipped down under the desk and ate his cum out of me. He had a big smile and told me, 'that one thing girls have over boys. Cum out of pussy tastes fantastic. Cum out of a boy's ass taste like ass.' Then a dark cloud came over his face, and in a sorrowful voice, he told me, 'I always wished I could get revenge on my sister's rapist. But we never found the boys. It might make you and me feel better if I got back at your brother instead?"

"So, Jim told me his plan, and I agreed. Then after class, Mr. Hombra stops me and says, 'I'd like to speak to you after class.' He waited until everyone left the class and said, 'So I couldn't help but notice that you're no longer a virgin.' Well, I was floored. I thought I was being so sneaky. Then I thought, 'Oh fuck, he's gonna rape me too!' I'm sure I looked scared, but he said, 'I want you to be more discreet. If you're going to have an amorous tryst with a boy, ask me for a hall pass and extinguish your passions in the lavatory.' Mr. Hombra is always talking all fancy like that. I told him that I will, and then he asked what class I had next. It was Gym, and he asked if I wanted to miss it and have another romantic interlude."

"Well, when I thought he was going to rape me, I was scared, but when he asked me so sweetly, I jumped into his arms and started to kiss him, and in no time, I was naked, and he was kissing and licking me all over. He made me cum with his tongue, then he fucked me in my ass. That was a little disappointing because he shot off before I climaxed again. But he was really sweet after and used some paper towels and water to clean me up and then sent me off to my next class. It was a little embarrassing because Peggy Fleming was in the hall. I guess she was supposed to meet with him to go over homework, but I think she was really there to fuck him, and I took all his sperm, and he wasn't going to be any use to her for at least a day or more."

"I was really nervous when lunchtime finally rolled around. It seemed like the clocks all stopped, and time was dragging on forever. Then the bell rang, and I met up with Jim and his boyfriend Josh and three of their friends. The five of us went up to Timmy, and they kinda took him by his arms, and we were telling him that there was a surprise for him. Timmy knew something was up, and he tried to pull away. But by the time he was scared enough to put up a real fight, we were behind the bike racks, and the five guys punched him and told him that they would beat him bloody if he tried to run. Then they started to stip him. He started to cry and told me he was sorry, and I was about to tell the boys to stop, but then Jim says to me, 'I'll never rape you again, and I'll say sorry to all the other girls that we raped.' I was shocked. My own brother is a serial rapist! I told him that if I ever found out he touched another girl, I would fucking cut off his balls and make him eat them. Then the five boys started to rape him and rape him good! They all either shot off up his ass or down his throat. After they were done, I stood over him and pissed all over his face, and then I took a pipe I found - PVC pipe that was about twelve inches long, and I fucked his ass and made him cry all over again. I left him there crying and naked with the pipe up his ass."

I have Tim in my last class of the day. Art Appreciation. He wasn't there, and I asked the teacher. She took me aside and told me, 'Your brother was found after lunch by a teacher. He said a hundred hobos had raped him. At first, the teacher thought he was making it up, but then he vomited up two pints of sperm. They took him to the hospital to do a rape kit, and the police are looking for a wild band of homeless men dressed as pirates. He described them all with beards and eye patches, and some had wooden peg legs and hooks for hands.' So, it looks like Timmy didn't tattle on me. I guess he's not all bad. The teacher said he wasn't hurt too bad, and they called mom to pick him up. I'll tell mom the truth and take whatever punishment she gives me."

"How do you feel about it all?" I asked.

She began to cry. "I'm just as much of a monster as he is. Worse, really. I knew how horrible it was to be raped, and I let it happen anyway."

I held her as she sobbed. Then, as the tears slowed, I said, "You need to go home and tell Tim that you're sorry and forgive him."

"Do you think he will ever forgive me?" She asked.

"That's not why you forgive him... is it?"

Ella pulled herself together, "No. You're right. Will you come over too? It will make it easier for me to talk to mommy."

Becky was in the kitchen when we came into the house. Ella looked nervous. She looked up at me and thought about turning to leave, then took a deep breath and headed towards the kitchen. She stopped dead when she saw her brother. His eyes were red and swollen. His face was bruised. Ella began to cry. Tim started to cry. They ran to each other, and both began to apologize.

Becky heard the commotion and came out of the Kitchen. She saw the kids as they tearfully told each other it was their fault, “I'm sorry, please forgive me..."

Becky watched then a moment and then asked me, "What's all this? I thought it would be years before Ella forgave her brother." She watched the two huggings and kissing, "I guess she heard about what happened to him. Can you believe it? A bunch of homeless men dressed up in some kind of costumes, pirates or something. They all raped Tim. Poor thing. Although, hopefully, it taught him a lesson about consent."

Ella overheard and pulled away from her brother, "Mom, it was my fault. It was all my fault. Timmy is just trying to protect me."

Tim pulled back on his sister, "No, Ella. You don't have to say anything."

"I do. I deserve to be spanked. I should be spanked a hundred times." Ella was sobbing.

Becky pulled Ella in for a hug, "Calm down and tell me everything..."

Later that same night, we were all sitting and watching TV. Ella told her story and was spanked by her mother. "It's only fair," Becky said. "Your bother was spanked for raping you, so you should be punished for raping him."

Later the whole story was told again when Jack came home. Jack surprised me. Instead of being mad, he thought what Ella did was justified and hugged his eight-year-old daughter. The whole thing seemed to be forgotten by the time dinner was ready. Becky invited me to stay for a beautiful roast. Ella sat with me and flirted with both her brother and father during the meal.

Ella wanted to watch a movie, and she dragged her brother and father off to the family room while Becky and I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. When we were finished, I stayed in the kitchen to chat with my sister. We could see Snow White playing on the 65-inch flat-screen.

Beck seemed a little preoccupied, and I asked her, "Do you want to watch the movie? We can talk later."

"No, I've seen Snow White a thousand times. It is just odd how Jim and Tim seem to be so enthralled." She shrugged. "They have seen it a thousand times too. Normally they would be on their phones."

I looked closer and smiled. Ella was sitting between her brother and Father. "Watch Ella's Sholders."

Beck looked again, then giggled, "Is she...?"

"Yep. I think your little girl has two fists full of cock." Then we saw Ella's head disappear to the left, and Tim let out a sigh. Her head popped back up and dipped down to the right, and Jim let out a moan. "I think your daughter will get a couple of loads of cum in her tummy before long."

Becky kissed me. "Let's go watch my little baby girl." She laughed, "Our little baby girl." She looked at me. "You do love her?"

I laughed and told her, "Yes. I love her deeply."

"And your ok with..." She nodded towards Ella, "...her doing that?"

"Yes. Ella and I talked about it. She's only eight. It would be unfair for me to tell her that her sex life begins and ends with me. When she's older and starts having her periods, then we'll get married and become monogamous. After we have a few kids, she can start playing around again... if she wants to."

Becky had a shocked look on her face, "Married?"

"Well yeah. Is that ok?" I asked.

My sister hugged me tightly, "I thought you were just fucking around. I mean, I knew you loved her because she's your niece and a wonderful girl. And I knew you enjoyed fucking her because she's a hot piece of ass. But I didn't think you wanted to be with her forever?"

Becky gave me a big hug. I kissed her and said, "If it is OK with you and Jack, Yeah. I want to marry her."

"I bet she starts her monthlys around 11 or 12. Will you want to marry her that young?" There were tears in her eyes.

"Same answer." I told her, "If you and Jack permit us, she will have her first baby nine months after her first bleed."

"You definitely have my permission. One hundred percent. Can you just imagine our cute little Ella with a big belly, filled with a granddaughter or grandson?"

Becky shivered, and I laughed, "Did you just have a climax?"

She blushed, "I did. Come on. Let's watch Ella being a little slut, and you can give me a big climax."

Becky took my hand and pulled me into the living room. When Ella saw us, she smiled and blushed. Her hands were still around her brother and father's cocks. Her face was wet with spit and precum. "Hi, Uncle Billy, my love."

"Is my little niece having fun?" I asked and sat in a deep leather chair right across from the couch.

Ella's smile broadened, and she nodded, "So much fun."

Becky pulled off her panties then sat in my lap. I pushed two fingers into my sister's twat and slowly fingered her as we watched Ella sucking her dad's dick, then her brother's, then back again. Ella was putting on a show for us. For me. Ella licked each of their shafts in a slow, sexy way. Then she took the big purple heads into her mouth and bobbed up and down.

After getting them close to climax a couple of times, Ella stood, pulled off her dress, and then sat on her father's dick. She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching. Her tiny ass began to pump up and down, and her dad's dick slid in and out of her. "What do you think, Uncle Billy?" She giggled, "Does this look sexy?"

"Yes, my nymphet. You look amazing with your dad's huge cock buried balls deep into you."

"Do I look slutty, Mommy?" Ella asked with sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Yes, honey. You look very slutty. Do you know what will be even naughtier?"

Ella laughed, "More naughty than this?"

"How about you let your brother screw your ass while your daddy fucks your pussy?"

Ella climaxed.

When her slick sweaty body stopped quivering, Ella reached over, grabbed Tom's hands, pulled him closer, and then kissed him. "Fuck my ass, Tommy. Fuck me hard and make me cum."

When Tommy pushed his dick into his sister, she screamed out in pain, "Oh, Tommy! GO slower!"

Becky pulled my dick out of my pants and then mounted me, still facing her family. When Ella looked over at us, Becky spread her legs wider and told her daughter, "You're not the only slut here, honey."

All five of us fucked feverishly, and I orgasmed far too quickly. I held Becky and let my cock slowly soften as Ella continued to be pounded by her father and brother.

Ten minuts later, Ella was screaming out, "Ohoooooooo, nnnnnnnnaaaaaagggghhhhhh!" Her whole body turned bright pink, and she began to shimmy in a cute and sexy dance that drove her father to empty his balls into her tight little cunt. Three strokes later, her brother was unloading up her ass. The three fell over onto the couch laughing and giggling. Kissing and hugging.

I realized that life was perfect. My future wife was so loved. I was so happy. Then slowly, my world went gray, then black.

As my vision faded, I thought that I was having another episode. I'm not sure when I realized it was a massive stroke. There were screams of sorrow. Tears of sadness. Some men came and pronounced me dead. Then they wheeled me away.

My sister cried for hours. Ella cried for days. Ella wouldn't look at another man for years. She was thirteen when she fell in love again. His name is Bruce. A nice guy. He reminds me of my dad.

Ella came close to not meeting Bruce. All she wanted to do was study. She gave up dance, friends, and fun. Becky forced Ella out of the house. It was a company picnic: food, games, and a beautiful sunny Saturday. I saw Bruce first. I tried to get him to talk to Ella but failed. Then I just sat with Bruce, and eventually, Ella noticed the man. He is quite handsome, has a good job, single, forty years old, and seemed like he would make a good boyfriend for Ella.

Ella used to be a social butterfly, but so many years of self-imposed isolation turned her into an awkward mess of stammering and shyness. Bruce had an easy smile and a quick wit, and soon the two were talking and laughing.

Jack was going to invite Ella to join him in the three-legged race. Becky practically tackled him and whispered, "It's the first time she's talking and laughing in years. I'll punch you in the eye if you mess this up."

Ella told Bruce, “I like the cute boy deer on your shirt.”

Bruce teased her, “What makes you think it’s a boy deer, just because it’s blue?”

With a big smile, Ella said, "I didn't think he was a boy 'cause he's blue. I know he's a boy 'cause he's got antlers."

"Um, yes. Yes, you're right. I'm completely wrong." Bruce said, and Ella fell in love.

When Bruce reached out and touched Ella's thy, I also reached out and brushed her leg from thy to pussy. My little girl still had a hair-trigger, and she shuddered through a mini orgasm. Ella leaned in and Kissed Bruce. Bruce took her in his arms and kissed her back.

Ten minutes later, Ella was in the bushes, naked, on her back, with Bruce pounding into her wet cunt hard and fast.

The two we inseparable after that first afternoon.

Ella was like a new person. Well, like herself before I died. She went back to dance, reconnected with her old friends, and made many new friends. Her grades improved, and her attitude improved. Bruce and Ella were married about a year later, and Ella gave birth to a bouncing baby boy about seven months later. They named the cute little guy William and call him Billy.

The End

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