{ASST} Ward_of_State {Mr_Ed} (Mg, 1st, cons)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Ward of State

by:  Mr. Ed

Where he was going was the corner room of the house, 
but to get there it was necessary to pass through a 
room used by the eleven year old girl that lived in 
his home.  She was there as a ward of the state, and 
had been with them since she was only five years old.

Back in those days, Susan used to bathe out doors at 
the back of the house, a place that was perfectly 
sheltered from even the nearest of neighbours, and 
certainly a good distance from them.  Bruce had 
encountered her there as she bathed on numerous 
occasions, but when she was nine, or perhaps ten years 
old, he had encountered her yet again, and instructed 
her to bathe indoors in the bathroom.  A girl that age 
should not be putting herself on display even to 
family members, especially him, being the opposite 
sex.  That was about a year ago, and she had been 
doing as instructed ever since.

Today, as he passed through her room to reach the 
corner room, he came upon her wearing only her 
panties, bra and a shocked look on her face.  "Uncle 
Bruce!" she exclaimed as her hands went up to cover 
her breasts and bra.

"Sorry, Susan," he said.  "I didn't mean to barge in 
on you.  Very pretty I must say.  Excuse me, darling," 
he concluded as he completed his trip into the corner 
room.  By the time he had finished, she was dressed as 
he passed through once again, pausing only long enough 
to place a kiss on her forehead.


"When will Aunt Candice be back?" asked Susan.

"Not until next week, darling," he answered.  
"Whatever you need, you'll have to get it from me."

"Are you making supper too?" she asked.

"Yes, but I plan on getting some help from a certain 
young lady that lives here with me," he told her.

"Do I ever like that idea," she declared.  "Tell me 
what to do, and I'll do it as best I can."

"Can you burn water?" he asked.

"You can't burn water, Uncle Bruce!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, that's good to hear," he said.  "I guess maybe I 
can't do that so wrong then, so I'll have to see if 
there's something else I can mess up."

"Come on, Uncle Bruce," she responded.  "I know that 
you might just be a better cook than Aunt Candice, so 
you can't fool me like that!"

"But I can have a little fun with you by trying, can't 
I?" he said with a broad smile and sealed with a kiss 
to her forehead.

"Since you are in a super good mood, could I take a 
chance to ask you something?" she questioned.

"Sure, but if you spoil my super good mood, I might 
just have to tickle you to death!" he warned.

"Or spank me if it makes you angry," she said quietly.

"Now let me think," he said looking thoughtful.  "When 
did I last spank Susan?  I can't recall doing that 
ever!  I might have given you a lecture to told you 
why something was wrong, but I can't recall a spanking 
anytime!"

"You used to give me a little smack on my bottom when 
I was younger," she pointed out.  Once it was on my 
bare butt when I was taking too long to bathe."

"It seems I should have spanked you at least once so 
you would know the difference between a love tap and a 
spanking."

"You never give me a love tap anymore, Uncle Bruce," 
she said.  "How come?"

"Because you are getting older, Susan," he explained, 
a little more seriously.

"Well I miss you doing it," she stated.  "I don't even 
get any hugs like I used to!"

"Look at yourself, Susan," he said.  "You are growing 
up, have developed breasts, and I don't want to 
embarrass you by hugging you now that you are becoming 
a woman."

"Please believe me, Uncle Bruce," she said getting a 
little upset, "I miss your hugs so much, and it seems 
like you don't love me anymore."

"Get over here and find out how much I love you, 
Susan," he said as he held his arms open to her.  She 
ran into his arms, and was lifted up to his chest, 
wrapping both her arms and legs about him to support 
her there.

"Do you still love me, Uncle Bruce?" she asked.

"That you feel you need to ask tears my heart apart, 
Susan," he said as he hugged her close. "Of course I 
still love you, and will for as long as I live!  I'm 
sorry I haven't told you enough."

"Since I've made you feel guilty, I think I'm going to 
take a chance and ask, may I bathe out back, and get 
you to turn the hose on me like you used to when I was 
younger?"  The cute look on her pouted face as she 
tried to get her way had to make him laugh.  "Now 
you're laughing at me!"

"It is not to become a standard practice, but if you 
aren't going to be embarrassed by me seeing you naked, 
then I suppose so," he agreed.  "You're turning into a 
little con artist!"

"Usually it doesn't work, but may I get down before 
you change your mind this time?" she asked.

"Not until I put a kiss on one cheek, and get one back 
from you," he said.  The kiss came, but not on his 
cheek, but on his lips before he had a chance to turn 
away. 

"I love you, Uncle Bruce," she said.

"And I love you too, short stuff!"

"You said you wouldn't call me that name," she 
reminded him.

"Since you are acting like a little girl, it seemed to 
fit you today," he told her.  "Down you go, and here's 
a love tap on your little butt!" he declared as it 
landed.

"That's better!" she declared.  "Now I know you still 
love me!"

Susan stood where he had set her, took hold and lifted 
her top up and off, leaving her naked from the waist 
up.  He had felt them against him a few moments 
earlier, and now they were there for him to see.  They 
were about the size of a tennis ball, if you were to 
put them together.  Her panties and shorts followed 
her top, and left her as naked as the day she was 
born.  When she ran into the house, he wondered if she 
had changed her mind, but a few moments later returned 
with a cloth and a bar of soap.

Bruce got the end of the hose, turned the water on at 
the other end at the tap on the wall, and turned the 
water on Susan.  When she had finished rotating, and 
getting wet all over, he shut the water off from the 
nozzle end, and sat down to wait for her to be ready 
to rinse off.

Watching her bathe was more pleasing to him than he 
could have imagined.  He found he was for the first 
time really looking at her, her development and her 
features, especially those of her face.  Beyond the 
fact she was female, there was pleasantness about her 
that he had to admire, and he knew she would be 
getting hugged up again, once she was dried and 
dressed.  She had clung close to him from the very 
first, and he did enjoy her company, and now her 
nakedness once again.

"This is a real privilege to watch you bathe, Susan," 
he told her.

"It feels good to me too, Uncle Bruce," she said.  
"Somehow being outside makes it even better."

"I do believe my little sweet innocent short stuff is 
not quite as innocent as I had thought.  It seems you 
are deliberately showing off your body," he observed 
aloud.
"I am, Uncle Bruce," she responded.  "Mind you, if 
anyone came buy, I'd want to simply die, but it does 
feel nice that you are really watching me bathe...all of 
me!"

"Are you nearly ready to rinse off that sweet naked 
body yet?" he asked.

"If you want to rush me, go ahead and turn it on," she 
said.  Then she was turning about to get the water to 
rinse her front, back and sides, until the water ran 
clear.

"It seems you forgot to bring a towel, so wipe off the 
surplus water with this," he instructed her, tossing 
her the rung out washcloth she had used and then put 
down.

"Would you be willing to do my back for me, Uncle 
Bruce?" she asked.

"Such hard work for an old man," he said.  "I guess I 
could still manage that if you loan me the cloth 
back."

When he started drying off her back, he put an arm 
around her upper shoulders at the front to support her 
during the process.  He did not notice at first that 
it put his arm across her breasts, and proceeded to 
dry her down to the upper part of her buttocks.  It 
was not until he realized that she was clinging onto 
his arm and tears were flowing from her eyes.  "What 
on earth are you crying about darling?" he asked as he 
turned her to face him.

"You were holding me in the nicest way, and it made me 
feel so good, Uncle Bruce," she tried to explain.  "I 
want to be your little girl again!"

"But you still are my girl, Susan," he assured her.  
"How is it you could doubt that?"

"Just because I've got titties now, you won't hold me 
like you used to," she said.  "This was the first time 
you've held me like that since my breasts started 
growing."

"Surely you don't want me to be touching your breasts, 
do you?" he questioned.

"Yes, Uncle Bruce," she replied.  "I want you to hold 
me without worrying if you do happen to touch them, 
just like you were a few moments ago."

"Actually, I didn't realize I was touching them, 
sweetheart, but if it's that important, how about I 
dry off the rest of you, and then cuddle my little 
sweetheart to me for a couple of minutes?" he 
suggested.

"Would you, please?" she begged.

Taking the cloth again, he dried off from her 
shoulders, down over her two little breasts, and then 
on down, going right between her legs to get 
everywhere.  Moving slowly, he allowed her to feel his 
touch through the cloth, got her almost dry, but still 
damp enough to need a towel.  "If you want me to 
finish the job properly, go and get your towel, and 
let me dry you with that as well," he said as he 
finished her second foot.

"Thank you, Uncle Bruce," she said excitedly.

Taking off at a run, she entered the house, returning 
only moments later with her towel.  He accepted it, 
and started drying her off properly, front first.  
Again taking his time, he did all of her body 
carefully and lovingly.  Her little face made it clear 
how happy she was about it.

"Before you go to get dressed, Susan, I think I'm 
going to give my naked little girl a hug like she has 
never had before," he told her.

"Would you, Uncle Bruce?" she said as she hugged her 
own chest.  "That would be so wonderful!"

Her chest was replaced by him as she wrapped her arms 
around his neck, and her legs around his waist.  
Almost immediately she closed her eyes as he started 
caressing her naked bottom and the space in between.  
With him touching her clitoris, her mouth went open, 
held there a few seconds, and then she cried out from 
the climax she was having.

"My little girl is not so little anymore, and had 
turned into a sensual woman, but still a small sized 
one," he observed.

"I dreamed about you doing this, but never thought it 
could happen, Uncle Bruce," she told him.  "This is 
the most wonderful thing that could have happened to 
me, and I will never forget the great man you are!"
"That sounds like you are expecting it to end soon," 
he commented.

"I don't ever want it to end, but I know you will stop 
soon.  I'm going to wait until I get the last tiny 
touch before I leave."

"You want to stay naked for the rest of today, and 
sleep that way tonight?" he asked.

"May I?" she asked.  "Oh, you are so wonderful, Uncle 
Bruce!"

"I think I'm going to be playing with you most of that 
time, Susan," he warned her.  "I find this is rather 
nice."

"I'd do anything you want, Uncle Bruce," she said.  
"Want to make me a woman?"

"That's what I've been thinking about since you seem 
to want that," he said.

"Thank you, Uncle Bruce," she said as she leaned 
closer to kiss him.  His finger was exploring the 
entrance to her vagina as they kissed.

"You want to wait until after supper for me to rape 
you?" he asked.

"No!" she responded.  "Could we do it now?  Please?"

"Help me clean up out here, and we will lock up the 
house, and then I'll rape your sweet little girl's 
cunt for the first time, and then we will do it again 
after supper."

"As many times as you want, Uncle Bruce," she declared 
as he set her down.

The moment the last lock was in place on the last door 
to close, he turned to Susan and said, "I don't want 
you to hide yourself from me ever again."

"Why did you stop me from bathing in front of you, 
Uncle Bruce?" she asked.  "I've never understood that, 
and wanted you to watch me."

"Aunt Candice was noticing how I could see you naked, 
so I had to say something, otherwise I'm sure she 
would have anyway," he told her.  "I want to watch 
those little breasts get bigger, the hairs grown in 
down there, and see your hips get wider," he added.

"I know it has to be a secret between us, but will you 
rape me again when we have a chance?" she asked.

"Probably every chance I get, Susan," he replied.  
"I've wanted to rape you from the first time I saw 
you, even with your clothes on."

"Then you are going to have to do it when I'm asleep, 
Uncle Bruce," she said.  "Right now, you can't rape 
me, for I want it as much as you do.  Rape is forced, 
and I'm too hot to be raped."

"You're still a baby girl, and therefore it is rape 
for me to go inside of you, so let's do it for the 
first time now," he said as he took hold of her hand.  
He led her to his bedroom, put her up on the bed, and 
stripped off his clothes as he watched the naked 
youngster.  This was what he wanted from the 
beginning, and he was about to realize his heart's 
desire.

"Susan's virginity went down easily and with minimum 
pain, and once she recovered she was as active as any 
woman could be in getting her body penetrated by a 
man.  That he discharged his seed inside her vagina 
was fine with her, for her dreams had also been 
realized.

Twice more that day Susan was taken, each time in 
different positions, accepting it well.  During the 
night beside him, she was awoken twice more as he was 
inside her as she slept, accepted her rape, and 
dropped back to sleep quickly after he was done.  She 
was the one to climb onto his erection and do it to 
herself in the early morning.  Bruce found that time 
especially satisfying, as he lay back, watched her 
impaling herself on his cock, and was able to see her 
entire naked front as his cock disappeared into her 
willing body over and over again.

Susan's asshole was claimed later that morning, and by 
lunchtime, she had swallowed his seed.  Every avenue 
of entry he had then claimed, and would be claiming 
each again.


When Bruce's wife returned, it was more difficult to 
find the opportunity to have sex with Susan, but 
somehow they managed at least a couple of times each 
week.  On days when she went into the city, he would 
claim his little sex companion several times before 
she reached back home.  It was remarkable how well 
Susan could act so innocent before her Aunt Candice, 
but she certainly assisted in preventing discovery of 
their activities.