Author: Sterling
Title: Feel What Uncle Feels When He Does You
Summary: Uncle Dave is the perfect parent substitute. Emma wants
desperately to know what adult sex is like, and Dave finds some
secret technology that lets her find out. Electrodes record a
person's feelings as they have sex, and she gets to feel a grown
woman getting it. But Emma plays around and records Uncle Dave's
sexual feelings as he looks at her -- and is shocked at what she
finds.
Keywords: Mg, Mg(11,8,5), group, 1st, orgy, oral, humor, het, cons, inc uncle niece

NOTICE: This is entirely fiction. Adult sexual activity with
children is always wrong. This is a work of imagination only.
Also, this story contains explicit sex.

First posted 11/8/2021.

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Feel What Uncle Feels When He Does You

Megan and Mark got married and had three girls. First came Emma,
then Liz three years later, and Anne four years after that.

Megan's brother Dave was a frequent visitor and the girls loved
to play with him.

Mark had always had a high-powered career that had him traveling,
and then shortly after Anne was born, Megan got a lucky break so
that she, too, would have a demanding career -- if they could
find child card. Reliable child care is often an acute problem
for couples where both partners have demanding careers. Mark was
delighted to give up his unexciting job to be a full-time nanny,
solving Mark and Megan's problem. The parents had plenty of money
to cover all the family expenses and pay Dave too. He was the
perfect nanny because he got along great with the girls already
and the parents had no fear that he would move on to a better
opportunity.

Dave got the girls ready at night in their pajamas and read them
stories, then coaxed them to actually go to sleep. He got them up
in the morning (if Anne didn't wake everyone up first), got them
breakfast, and spent the day with the little ones. Then as each
girl got older she got a place to go -- first preschool, later
real school, supplemented by ballet class and soccer practice.
Dave made sure each was properly dressed, and left the house with
lunch if needed. Later he had to make sure they had their
homework done. In the afternoon they played, and occasionally
Dave joined in. Fortunately they got along well. Then it was time
for supper, baths, and pajamas once more. Dave did the grocery
shopping and made sure the girls had clothes that fit and were
stylish -- or stylish enough. He did the laundry, and he did the
dishes. Dave would have earned high marks as a nanny, and he kept
up the job year after year. Some people love their careers and
jobs, and some don't. Some love raising children, and for others
it is a strain. Fortunately, Mark and Megan loved their careers,
and Dave loved his, which was raising children.

Dave was even at ease talking about sex. When the girls had
questions, he had answers. No big long talks. Where do babies
come from? Mommies' tummies. Why are boys different from girls?
Because boys have penises and girls don't. When they were little,
Dave didn't try to keep the door shut when he took a leak... the
girls saw his penis plenty during that mundane activity. And
naturally he touched them only as necessary, when were very
young, mostly around bath time. Gradually the girls wanted
privacy in the bathroom and while dressing. That was just as it
should be.

How do babies get started in mommies' tummies? A part of the
daddy and a part of the mommy get together inside the mommy. But
how does the part of the daddy get in? Are you sure you want to
know? The girl loses focus, but a few months later the question
arises again... No, really, how does the part of the daddy get
in? The penis goes into the vagina. Astonishment. Yup, for real.
Don't worry, you'll never have to do that. They will want to do
that, but why force them to confront the mental changes of
puberty ahead of time? Yes, you have a vagina already, and you
can feel it, but it will get much, much bigger before any baby
comes out.

The girls were all over Dave's lap when they were young. Perhaps
they snuggled longer than some, because Dave never discouraged
it. But when Emma turned nine she drew back, except for leaning
against his shoulder occasionally on the couch.

Dave wondered sometimes why he felt so satisfied being a nanny.
Kids were amazing, but he seemed to feel that more strongly than
a lot of adults. There were also some feelings he got, like he
was almost falling in love with one or another of the daughters
or maybe all three. And as for sex. Usually thoughts of sex came
up when you were in love with someone... Well, sex with these
little ones was unthinkable. To harm them like that? To do
anything when they hadn't the faintest interest in reciprocating?
These thoughts were just little dreams -- odd tricks his mind
played on him.

There was the big zero in his sex life overall. He had no
interest in women, and none in men. No BDSM or ABDL for him. He
hadn't tried as hard as some others to try to make it work. Fewer
embarrassing dates for him than for lots of people trying to make
it work with women. Gay men told stories... but he didn't have
the happy ending that gays have. Some people just have a really
low libido, he guessed. He would just get these weird, intrusive
thoughts about the girls in his care. They were no good to
anyone, so he just thought of them as little as possible.

His body did want release, and he didn't stop it. Sometimes he
just thought about the sensations. If he thought of anyone, it
was usually Wanda or Terry, two of his classmates he had had
crushes on back in junior high. It took all of thirty seconds, a
couple times a week.

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Emma turned eleven. Her breasts were just showing the faintest
little puffs you could see under her shirt if her top was hanging
just some certain way. She was not an early developer. She sat
with Dave.

"I wonder what sex is like..."

"Oh, you'll find out when the time is right."

"You always say that, like I'm a baby."

"For some things it's best to wait for their time to come,
instead of trying to practice when you're young. Sex is one of
those things."

Emma hesitated. "I've seen porn, you know."

"You have! Well, I'm not sure that was a good idea... But what
did you think?"

"It didn't look like any fun."

"Well, it's not usually very realistic at all. When people love
each other, things go slower, more kissing, less different stuff
with penises and vaginas."

Emma took in the information silently. "What about you? Do you
ever stick your penis in women?"

"I've told you over and over that I don't discuss the specifics
of my sex life. I'll answer any questions you have about the
general things."

"You don't go on dates, though. Or do you? You're hardly ever
away from us."

"No, I don't go on dates."

"Why? ... No, OK, no questions about your life, I know... But big
girls... they really want it. Like really bad. I wish I
understood why."

"They've gone through puberty, and it changes your brain. It
changes boys and girls both so they want to have sex with each
other. It's nature's way of getting us to make babies."

Dave wondered if it was natural, how much Emma wanted to know
what it was like. She had no interest in boys herself, but she
just really, really wanted to know. She asked him half a dozen
times over the course of a couple months.

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Dave had a friend John who worked in a brain lab. When Dave
lamented to him how Emma would just not stop pestering him about
what sex was like, John said, "I've got this pal Zach who does
cutting-edge stuff in another part of the lab. Just maybe he
could help you."

Zach was happy to meet with him to describe this new technology.

"It's a way of recording emotions and transferring them between
people. You put a set of tiny transmitters on someone to record
their feelings and record them, then when another person puts a
halo on, you can play them back."

"Oh, weird... Got an example?"

"Sure. You like brownies?"

"Of course."

"Here, put this halo on..."

Dave felt a mix of mild thoughts, but suddenly he tasted a
brownie -- a most delicious brownie, like it was right there in
his mouth. He tore the halo off and it instantly stopped. "Wow!"
he said.

"And it works with sex too. Like... want to feel a quickie?"

"Uh, I guess so..."

"Put the halo on, and here's the video."

Dave saw video of a woman with big tits and a seductive smile,
legs apart and holding her vaginal lips open. Dave felt the man's
surge of lust for the woman, then felt the warm flesh of the
woman's thighs as he mounted her, the hot embrace of her vagina
as his cock slid in. The video matched his sensations exactly.
Pure pleasure, urgent pleasure, as the man feasted his eyes on
his mate and his cock jammed in and out. In under a minute, he
plunged deep and held still. Waves of orgasmic pleasure washed
over Dave as he felt "his" cock twitching and spewing sperm. As
the man came down from his high, Dave took the halo off, mouth
agape.

"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" said Zach.

Dave nodded, dumbstruck. It was kind of educational to feel what
ordinary men felt for women, by way of the electrodes, since he
never would have felt that way if it had been him in the video.

"We've got others too... including women. Some with women having
a fantastic time. One of those would answer your niece's question
like no explanation ever could. Like, 'You really want to know
what sex is like? Here's what it *really* feels like'."

"Wow... Do you ever loan the machine out?"

"Nah, can't do that. Company policy, regulations... it is
tempting, though... I'd really love to know what a young virgin
thinks when she gets to experience what it's like. Girl like 15
or whatever..."

"I could provide the virgin, if you really wanted to find out.
Not to bring in here, but if you could lend it to me. It could
just be one overnight, and no one would ever tell."

Zach bit his lip. "It's safe.. that's one thing I'm sure of. You
promise you'll just do it once? Take it over the weekend and
bring it back Monday?"

"Promise!"

"Well, still strictly against company rules. I shouldn't. But
maybe... it would be so cool."

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"Uncle Dave, you've gotten me just about everything I've
wanted... why can't you tell me what sex is like for a big girl?"

Now whenever Emma asked, Dave knew Zach's method just might be an
option, and most of the time he thought it was a bad idea.

Then she said, "I opened your door a crack late at night when I
heard rustling from your room. Your penis was hard and you were
rubbing it, and sperm came out. I could tell on you!"

"You didn't respect my privacy, now, did you?"

"Yeah, but I'll tell mom!"

It wasn't really a sin to masturbate in private, but it would be
embarrassing for Emma to tell her mother about it -- probably
more for Emma than for him. Mostly he decided that if she really,
really wanted to know what sex was like badly enough to try to
blackmail him, he would let her find out.

"Well, actually, Emma, I think maybe I can help you understand
what sex is like for a big girl."

"You can? How? How?!"

"It would be an incredible secret. If anyone ever found out,
you'd be in big trouble. Me too."

"I can keep a secret, I swear!"

Dave caught Zach in a mood when he was feeling daring, and he
lent Dave the machine Friday afternoon, to be returned Monday
morning.

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That first evening, with the little girls sound asleep, he said,
"Put the halo on like this... then push this button... then that
one. I'm going to be in the other room. I have no idea you're
doing this, OK?"

"OK."

Dave left, but he couldn't help staying close to the door. He
heard little gasps from the other room, a whimper or two, and
then silence. He crept quickly to the living room and sat. Then
the door opened, and there was Emma, eyes wide and mouth slack.

"Wow... now I know... Thank you so much!"

Emma hugged him, but Dave sensed something a little different. A
little sexual, perhaps. She pulled away quickly.

"I still don't want to do it. Boys... yech! But that woman... Oh,
my God... He kissed her and she got all tingly -- and I could
feel it! And he sucked on her breasts, and that felt amazing --
to the woman, but to me too. And then he put his head down in her
privates and started licking!"

"You don't have to tell me all this, Emma. I'm glad it satisfied
your curiosity."

"I thought she'd find it gross -- I found it gross to watch him
and see his head down there -- but it felt amazing! Just amazing!
Better and better and then... that amazing feeling! That must be
what a real orgasm is like. It was fantastic. Pleasure and happy
and amazing feelings. Then the man lifted his head and started
crawling up on the woman..."

"Emma, this really isn't necessary."

"... and his big penis came closer and closer. And the woman
wanted it to go into her! She wanted it so bad! And he slid it
in, and the huge thing fit and it felt fantastic inside to the
woman too, and he started moaning and panting and shoving it in
and out really hard, and the woman loved it and loved how that
big thing felt in there. Then the man gasped and cried out, and
the woman had another orgasm, which I felt right in my brain,
like before! Then the man slowed down, and after a while he slid
out of her and off. He gave her a big smile and lay beside her.
Then the video stopped."

Dave had a full erection, but he was sitting and he was pretty
sure Emma couldn't see.

"So now you know what it's like!"

"Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Dave!" She kissed him on the cheek,
but only once, and briefly.

Saturday evening she said, "What's it like for the man? To do sex
like that?"

That seemed to Dave like a reasonable question. Most women never
did find out, but it looked like Emma would have a chance. If
she'd experienced the one, why not the other? He was curious what
she would think. He had it in the collection Zach had included --
it was the one Zach had shown him. So Dave set Emma up with the
halo and the video.

After just a minute, she came out, looking distressed. "No, no,
that can't be right! It's awful!"

"Why, what happened?" He wondered if the idea of having a penis
was just somehow horribly foreign to a girl.

"He was all excited and getting ready and started getting on top
of her, but then she said 'no' and closed her legs, and he had to
pull away. She looked like she enjoyed being mean."

"Oh... Wait, maybe I had the wrong video."

"He felt so, so frustrated! Really... like he was going to
burst!"

Dave rummaged in the bag... "Ah, I got the wrong one... Sorry!"

A couple minutes later Emma emerged with a dreamy smile. "Oh,
wow! That was so... satisfying! He wanted it so bad, and he got
it! He got to shove his penis in and out until he felt fantastic
and was done."

"That sounds about right," said Dave, uncomfortable feelings
churning inside him. He knew no more about it than what he had
learned from watching that very same video. It had bothered him a
little when Zach had shown it to him, but it bothered him more
now, when Emma reported on it.

"What's wrong?" said Emma. "Does it feel like that when you do it
to women? That would be so cool!"

"Emma!" said Dave a little sharply. "We do not discuss my sex
life!"

"OK, OK!" said Emma, backing off though he could tell she knew
something had touched a nerve in him.

"But if a guy was really ready to go and had to stop, it would
really feel bad like that? Like horrible?"

"I think that's pretty realistic, yes."

Monday morning came, and instead of returning the equipment, Dave
called Zach and described Emma's reaction. Zach seemed
fascinated. Dave hinted he might have some more reports to make,
if he could keep it a little longer. He wasn't sure what if
anything he had in mind, but it was just really amazing
technology to have.

Zach said he didn't have anything else to do with it at the
moment, and agreed. The equipment stayed with Dave.

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A few days later, Emma said, "Can I watch that video again? From
the woman's point of view?"

"Because you want a better idea what sex is like?" He thought of
how he could relay her reaction to Zach.

So she watched it a second time, and was equally thrilled.

The next night she wanted to watch it again, and Dave became
uneasy.

"You want to learn even more?"

"Yeah, that's it! I want to learn more. There are so many details
to look at."

He paused. "I don't believe you. I think you want it because it
felt so good."

"No! That's not it!" she said, but he could tell she was lying.
She glanced at him and apparently she realized she hadn't been
convincing at all.

"It felt really good. There's nothing shameful about sex, right?
This has nothing to do with your sex life... it's just me and a
machine!"

Dave considered. "Absolutely not." It was one thing to let her
satisfy her curiosity, but quite another to get her hooked on
good feelings from grown women having fantastic sex.

She hinted at it a few times more, but then stopped. From all her
years of dealing with him, she apparently had learned to sense
there were some issues on which he would never relent.

He kept all the videos locked up in the safe in the basement that
Mark and Megan never used, though the equipment itself didn't
fit. He didn't offer to return it all to Zach, and Zach didn't
call him either.

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"Emma, time to get up! You'll be late!"

Dave pulled the covers off her bed, a trick he sometimes used if
a girl had ignored him twice. The chill was enough to keep her
from drifting back to sleep.

He paused to look at her in her thin nightgown. So grown up! She
had just recently given up pajamas.

Suddenly Emma sat up in bed and looked at Dave like she had never
seen him before.

His thoughts followed a typical pattern. Such beautiful blond
hair, especially when it was loose like that, before she brushed
it... There was something in it. He guessed she'd gone to bed
with a hair holder of some kind. Whatever...

Such gorgeous girls... He'd gotten used to it years ago, of
course, but now and then he still felt a pang.

She emerged from her bedroom more quickly than usual, hair
beautifully combed, and wearing a hat -- a style she hadn't
experimented with lately, but whatever...

"Thanks for being such a good uncle, Uncle Dave!" she said,
giving him a slow hug. This was very unlike her, while getting
ready for school. She was definitely making it a sensual hug.

"Emma! You've got to get ready for school!"

"Oh, sorry, you're just such a good uncle..."

A bit later when he turned, he saw Emma sitting at the table, one
foot up on the chair next to hers, giving him a direct line of
sight up under her skirt to her underpants.

Dave sighed briefly while he continued with lunch preparations.
He'd seen up his nieces' dresses countless times, though not much
since they turned six or seven and could figure out the lines of
sight and who could see what. And Emma was eleven years old. It
seemed strange, but it also dragged to the forefront of his mind
those intrusive thoughts of what it would be like to slide his
hand up under her skirt. He shook his head to make the unwelcome
thought go away.

When he'd dropped off the last girl and was heading home, he
absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair. There was something
there -- something there that shouldn't be. He pulled the car
over, and pulled it out... a tiny little chip fastened with
adhesive. He quickly searched the rest of his scalp and came up
with a total of six of them, and pulled them all off. What the
heck?

A strange possibility occurred to him, and it filled him with
dread.

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Emma had a lot to think about.

She was the last one home that afternoon, arriving on the late
bus.

As soon as she came inside, Dave put on one of Anne and Liz's
very favorite videos, and motioned Emma into her room and shut
the door. He produced the six little chips and said, "Do you know
anything about these?"

Emma realized there was no sort of alibi she could possibly come
up with. "Yeah, I put them on your head while you were sleeping."

"And why did you do that?"

"Well, you hid all the videos, but in the package the device came
in there's other stuff, and I was reading the manual. Obviously
there's got to be some way they make those recordings, and it's
by using these. I was playing around."

"And did you manage to make any recordings?"

"No, I didn't." Emma saw Dave relax visibly.

"Not exactly." Dave tensed up again.

"What?"

"There's also direct mode, and I was trying out direct mode. I
wore the halo, and it transferred the feelings straight from your
head to mine. I thought it would be really cool. I wore the hat
to cover the halo so you wouldn't see.

Emma was prepared for Dave to be really angry... he had been
angry with her and her sisters many, many times, but instead he
looked pale and as if he might faint.

"Did it work at all?" he asked in a very soft voice.

"Um, no.... not really, well... a little, maybe."

"Did it have anything to do with how you sat up in bed and looked
at me intently?"

"Um, yeah..."

"Or how you gave me that big long hug in the kitchen?"

"Kinda."

"Or why you gave me a plain view right up under your skirt at the
breakfast table?"

"Oh, was I careless?" She then realized how she would never have
just let that happen, not at her age.

Dave stared at her, still pale.

"Um, yeah, I... I'm sorry... It was strange.. Maybe the thing was
malfunctioning."

But there was no way she could keep a secret like that for long.
"No, it wasn't malfunctioning."

"And what did you discover?"

"You... you kind of feel towards me what that man in the video
felt... the one who felt so frustrated. Not quite as strong,
but..."

"And does that mean anything to you?"

"Most men wouldn't feel that way, right? About a little girl like
me?"

"Some might," said Dave, avoiding looking at Emma.

"But not many. Not many at all."

Dave slowly sat on the bed, shoulders slumped -- deflated. "I
used to tell myself that those thoughts were just curiosities and
didn't mean anything. But when you gave me that panty glimpse,
and I think back now to what I felt then, to what the electrodes
would pick up... Who was I kidding?"

"Gosh, I didn't mean to cause trouble, honest. I wish I'd never
done it."

"But you did. And you know. If anyone finds out, I'm finished.
Done. Your parents will have to find someone else to take care of
you girls."

"What? Why?"

"You ever hear of pedophiles?"

"Yeah. They're creepy."

"I've done my best not to be creepy. Have I been creepy with you
growing up?"

"Never! Not once!"

"Good," said Dave, with a big sigh.

"But you've felt like that... for how long?"

"You know how you're not supposed to ask me about my sex life?"
This time his tone was more plaintive than annoyed.

"Oh," said Emma quietly. "But... you don't have any women
girlfriends?"

"Nope."

"Never have?"

"Never have."

"Because the girls you're attracted to are, like.... my age?"

Dave covered his face with his hands. First there was one twitch
of his belly, then another and then more. He was crying!

"Oh, Uncle Dave, I'm so sorry!"

"You can't tell anyone."

"Oh, I won't tell anyone, I swear. But... But..."

She reached in and tenderly kissed his ear. Uncle Dave stopped
crying at once.

"I... I wouldn't mind doing some of those things if it could make
you less frustrated. To think you feel frustrated like that
man... it would be awful..."

Dave turned and looked at her, surprised.

One of the younger girls was coming down the hall towards Emma's
room, and that was the end of that conversation.

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After the smaller girls were asleep that night, Emma crept into
Dave's bedroom.

He said, "So, you hate me? Are you going to tell?"

"What would I say? That I felt these secret feelings of yours
through this magic radio thing?"

Dave smiled. It wasn't a very convincing story. But he'd better
get that machine back to Zach and remove every trace of its
existence from the house.

"Would I tell? No, of course not. I just feel really bad. I want
to help you." This again. This angle that surprised him so much.

"No, no, no..." moaned Dave. "It's called sexual abuse."

"How can it be if it's my idea?"

"It doesn't matter, and you know it."

Emma was silent a while. "If anyone discovers the little machine,
you'll already be in big trouble."

"Yeah, I know, but that's just a machine. Like letting you watch
porn. Anything between us, like touching, is way more serious..."

"I have an idea. You wear those six transmitter things, and I
wear the halo, and then... whatever happens, it's kind of like
I'm abusing myself?"

"What?"

"You know how they say an abuser takes his selfish pleasure at
the expense of his victim."

"Yeah..." That sounded like a quote straight out of a 'How to
Stay Safe' lecture.

"Whatever pleasure you get, it's not selfish because I get to
feel it too."

"Come on... You know that's not right."

"And I know exactly why you're doing it. I understand it. They
say kids don't understand sex... since I've seen those videos I
understand sex, and I'd be feeling those same grown-up things..."

"It's wrong, wrong, wrong..."

"You know how heartbroken Liz and Anne will be if you have to
leave? Not to mention me?"

Dave grunted.

"And if you stay, you know how hard it will be for me to look at
you and every time I do, to know what you're going through?"

Dave groaned.

"And those videos you showed me... it's already worse than
showing me porn. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb?"

Dave whimpered. Why was she pressing so hard on this? ... Then it
occurred to him. "You don't just want to help me... you want to
feel adult sexy feelings, like you wanted to watch that woman's
video again."

"No!"

Dave stared at her. She glanced up at him and looked down, three
times.

"Yes, kind of, a little. But mostly I want to help you. It's good
if both people really like something, right?

Dave realized he wasn't quite thinking straight. But he lifted
the covers to let Emma slide in next to him. She had the biggest
smile, and he couldn't help smiling back. They hugged face to
face. She felt him sniffing her hair and gently stroking her
back, then her backside. She felt the bulge of his stiff penis
pressing against her tummy.

"And you know what that is without my having to tell you?"

"Sure do," said Emma with a little smile. "But I don't know if my
vagina is big enough..."

"Oh, I'm not proposing anything like that now! Maybe never..."
Dave was confused. "Or like you said, I should be wearing the
transmitter and you the receiver for it to be right at all."

Emma gave him a big squeeze and kissed him on the cheek before
bouncing out of bed and prancing away.

"God forgive me," he murmured as Emma shut the door.

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Dave hid the base unit in his closet and turned it on. When Emma
came in, he locked the door her as she approached him. He kissed
her as they stood. He slid his hand up under her nightgown to
feel her tiny breast hints. They both moaned.

"You sure this is OK?"

Emma nodded emphatically while her face beamed.

He took off the nightgown and they lost the rest of their
clothes, and were soon lying on his bed, naked. He admired her
golden hair in the moonlight. He worked his hand up and down the
inside of her thighs, gazing lovingly into her eyes as she gazed
back. He wasn't inclined to vocalize every little thing he found
exciting, but Emma did it for him. He gently massaged the special
place between her legs, and then began lowering himself to bring
his mouth to that magic place. He had no experience but hoped he
would figure it out. But she shifted around and pushed his head
away gently. "Maybe later but not now..."

"What?"

"You want to get it into me so bad... so I want it too... so
doing other stuff feels frustrating."

"Is your vagina big enough?"

"I worked on it and tested it out after we talked the other day.
I think so."

"Then..."

"Please, don't make yourself wait!"

Emma spread her legs wide, Dave mounted. Part of him knew what he
was about to do was wrong, but lust pushed it away. She was
begging for it. A man deserved to do it at least once in his
life, right? They both gasped as his cock tip found its way into
Emma's vestibule, and into the vagina proper, and further
still... He pumped in and out.

"Finish, oh finish!" whispered Emma urgently.

It was what Dave most wanted to do, and Emma wanted what he
wanted. He pressed in deep three times and when he was all the
way in that third time, he came, spewing sperm into her virginal
pussy. She gasped and moaned as he did. Ecstasy. True
satisfaction.

What did he want now? To rest in afterglow, but not for long. He
wanted to kiss his niece, and she kissed him back. He wanted to
touch her all over her body, to suck her small breast buds, and
she helped him at each step of the way... Before long he was
stiff again. Should he? Wouldn't twice be greedy? But she was
already tugging his hips towards mating position, and when he
joined their bodies again she welcomed him inside, her face
seeming to show the same delicious pleasure he felt.

Again and again they coupled. It almost seemed like he had an
entire life of sexual stamina that he could call on. She rode
him, he did her from the rear, they returned to missionary
position. He didn't come every time they changed position, but he
loved every moment. He took time to lick her carefully and
ardently between the legs. He enjoyed it, and she enjoyed it
because he did, but she didn't herself get much sexual pleasure
from it. She was eleven. She had not gone through puberty.

After an hour and a half Emma started yawning. She could share
her Uncle Dave's pleasure, but her own body made its needs known
as well. She needed to sleep.

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Emma's lust was just as strong as her uncle's, as the one
mirrored the other. They did it again the next night. Uncle Dave
decided he didn't mind just wearing the little transmitting
things all the time -- getting them on just right was kind of
finicky. They spent an hour or more together every night for a
week, but Emma got noticeably sleepy during the day. Uncle Dave
insisted they had to cut back. Twice a week would have to do.

Emma had wanted to know what sex would be like when she was a big
girl. She was finding out in detail what it felt like for a grown
man to have immense sexual satisfaction, over and over again. She
seemed not the least concerned that her experience did not match
her gender. She still felt and acted very much like a girl. Even
in bed, she played an entirely feminine role, in part because
that is how Uncle Dave wanted to see her.

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Two weeks into their new regime they heard a knock on the door.
They raced to get decent and Dave opened the door to find an
anxious Liz.

"I had a bad dream. Can I snuggle with you?"

Dave thought fast. "Emma had a bad dream too, so she came before
to snuggle, but I've got two sides and you can snuggle on the
other one."

"OK," said the sleepy little girl.

He had known that girls Liz's age fascinated him even more than
big girls like Emma. He had of course been hiding it, but now she
was right in front of him and he was spooned against her back --
and Emma was reading his feelings. He gulped, then felt Emma
freeze behind him, and he feared what had happened. He whispered
over his shoulder, "Take it off." After a brief hesitation, he
heard a faint metallic click as it fell to the floor. Then he
could at least let his feelings percolate without Emma listening
in.

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Dave had just dumped his first load of cum deep up inside Emma,
to the immense satisfaction of both of them, and they were
resting.

"The stuff you put in me... the sperm..."

"Yeah?"

"Should I be cleaning myself out? Some kind of goop comes out
every so often."

"Ah, I've heard of that. Vaginas are totally self-cleaning. When
goop comes out, that means the cleaning process is working well."

"Oh, good."

"You mind getting goop up in there?"

"Nope. That's where you want to shoot the sperm, and that's where
a girl is supposed to get it. Just like nature intended."

They were silent.

"One other thing."

"Yes?"

"You like Liz too."

"She's a lovely little girl."

"But she's also a sexy little girl."

"Well..."

"Sexier than me. I could tell, that night she came in to
snuggle."

Dave sighed. "I figured you'd pick up on that... But you're my
one girl. I'd never cheat on you." It sounded weird as he said
it.

"You've got to do it with Liz too."

"No! Why?"

"You'll like it even better. Put a halo on her and she'll love
it."

"What about you? To know I'm doing it with someone who's a little
sexier than you?"

"Huh? Oh, like jealous? No, you're my Uncle Dave. You've gone
without so many years. And you'll still do it with me too,
right?"

"Of course! But... What if she tells?"

"She won't tell. The halos will sound like a science fiction
make-believe if she does. And she'll know that if she tells then
she won't be able to feel those fantastic feelings any more. And
besides..."

"What?"

Emma kissed his cheek tenderly. "Every guy deserves to do it with
at least two different partners, doesn't he?"

"Even pedophiles?" Dave said.

"Even pedophiles." She kissed his cheek again.

Dave wasn't entirely sure. His judgment didn't seem quite right,
although he knew he was already involved in very illegal
activities. What had Emma said? Might as well be hung for a sheep
as a lamb? He was risking six life sentences in prison instead of
just two?

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Emma said, "You've got the halo on tight? Good... Now just go
into Uncle Dave's room and be sure to shut the door behind you."

Uncle Dave was seated on the bed, and looked up and smiled when
she came in. "Liz! What can I do for you?" She saw him spot the
halo and he stopped smiling.

But she was immediately aware of feelings. She could still feel
the love and protectiveness she would have expected from her
uncle, but there was more. A new, powerful feeling. He adored her
face in a way that made him want to kiss it like grown-ups kiss.
Her arms and hands gave rise to the same feeling, as did her legs
and feet (she had no shoes on). As his eyes darted over her body,
everywhere they landed she felt his hunger for her. Her
T-shirt... he wanted her to take it off...

"Liz, Liz... you don't have to take anything off."

But with her T-shirt off, she felt that powerful glow extend to
her flat chest. Her shorts -- he wanted them off, and then felt
more excited to see what was inside. She looked at him with
surprise. What was going on?

She was in simple underpants, but he felt that same urgency when
he saw how the panties were flat in front. Boys never looked like
that in front, but all girls did -- but he was so excited to see
her. He wanted her to come over to stand right beside him, and as
she did she felt his pleasure strongly. She looked all over her
body. She must be seeing it like he did. A body he worshiped,
every part perfect, but also a body he wanted to touch -- a lot.
Panties off -- he wanted her panties off! He hadn't seen what was
in her panties for years now. The spike of desire for her girl
lips was amazing to her, but she loved it because he loved it.
That strong feeling -- it must be sex! It must be his desire for
doing sexy things with her little 8-year-old body. Off with the
panties, lying down on her back...

He paused to strip so they lay together naked. Just looking down
over her naked body made those feelings grow in her, and she saw
herself as he saw her -- a beautiful girl but in a different
dimension. She was proud to look down at herself. Whatever he
wanted to do next -- that's what she wanted, because it felt so
good! He rolled over on top of her, and he kissed her like
grown-ups kiss, while his hands worked all over her body. She
looked down and saw his big, stiff penis lying flat against her
stomach -- she knew penises got big like that when it was time
for sex; she'd seen pictures in books. Now he moved his hips off
of her to the side, and his fingers were working on her slit, and
she spread her legs wide to let him. He was so excited to feel
her... He wanted his finger to go in, and so did she. There was a
little stretch and discomfort, but it was nothing compared to his
powerful desire. She got kind of wet in there, which sort of
surprised her, but she loved it because he did. He start sliding
his finger in and out... that's how sex worked, right? Except
with a penis. And she could feel he wanted it. He wanted it and
so she wanted it but he didn't think it would fit.

"Try!" she said. "And if it doesn't fit stop then?" He maneuvered
around until his penis tip was right there -- it was so terribly
exciting. He pushed... She tried to pull herself open wider, but
the penis tip stuck. He was excited, but it wasn't going in. When
he pressed, it hurt her enough to overcome her experience of his
desire. "Ouch!" she said, and he stopped pressing. She felt his
disappointment, but what would he like instead? Her hand on his
penis? She was happy to do that... She curled her fingers around
it as it lay pressed against her vagina opening, and as she did,
the feelings of pleasure grew. She did it faster, and he liked
that more, so she did it even faster. His pleasure grew some
more, and then went off the chart, echoed inside her head. She
had never felt anything like that in her life. She also heard him
gasp and felt fluid surging all around her vagina opening. She
started feeling more relaxed and satisfied, and then he slowly
pulled back and away from her, and snuggled against her side. He
didn't mind the whitish goop all over the place, so she didn't
either. He found it satisfying to see it. So she too was proud to
see her private parts covered with sticky stuff -- it meant her
body had made him happy. She was aware that his only slight
regret was that he couldn't get his penis in all the way. He
still looked her body up and down like he worshiped it, but with
much less of that urgent desire.

The two of them just relaxed for a minute or two, but she felt
his itch to do more, and so she shared it. "Could I slide my
finger in?" he asked.

"Sure!" she said. And she loved to feel his finger with goo slide
up into her vagina, over and over. He could lick her chest... she
now felt as he did that it was a very sexy chest. He could kiss
her tenderly on the mouth... He thought of more, but his thought
was of getting his penis into her all the way, so he held back.

"So, how was that?" he asked.

"Wonderful!" she said.

"Ummm, take your halo off..."

She did, and the world suddenly shifted. She was an 8-year-old
lying naked with her uncle, sticky goo all over her privates,
which now looked like a little mess.

"Ah, let's clean that up," he said, seeing her face, and
proceeded with some tissues to wipe everything dry. She snuggled
against him then, feeling like a little girl warm and safe with
her uncle, though they both happened to be naked.

"How was it?" he asked again.

She remembered how much he had desired her body, but didn't
actually feel it any more. Still, the memories... "It was
wonderful!" she said.

"Would you want to do it again?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! But first I have to fix my vagina so it's big
enough."

"Oh, you don't have to do that!"

"I could feel what you wanted... and you really want that."

After a pause, he said, "I... I guess you're right," then sat up.

She did too, awareness expanding from the two of them on a bed to
its typical larger scope. "Still time to play outside, right?"

Uncle Dave nodded.

Liz dressed, aware of his eyes on her. She didn't feel his sexy
desire, but she remembered it and knew it was there. Just before
she opened the door to leave, she turned around and pulled down
her shorts and panties to show him her lips.

His eyes went wide, and he said, "Liz, you don't have to..."

"Course I don't, silly, but I felt like it!" She stuck her tongue
out at him and then gave a mischievous smile. She trotted off and
was going to join her sisters in the back yard -- but then she
realized she had a job to do. She took some kitchen implements
into her bedroom. The handle of a ladle started her vagina
stretching. Then the handle of that other thing -- what was it, a
knife sharpener? -- and then the handle of a cooking pot. She
realized they all went easier because Uncle Dave's goop was still
in there making things move in and out easier. There were twinges
of pain now and then, but nothing serious. She didn't have to do
it all at once.

She played with her sisters in the back yard for an hour.

That night in bed, she tried fingers instead of kitchen
implements. Two went easy, three was a tight fit, and she aimed
for four. More twinges of pain, but they went away, and she had
four fingers of her little hand stuffed up into her vagina. Next
time when Uncle Dave wanted to get his thing into her more than
anything, she was pretty sure he'd be able to slide it right in.
And if it hurt it wouldn't hurt much, and she wouldn't notice
because of how good he would feel.

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The next time Liz felt all the same things -- his hunger for her
body and all its parts, but this time she knew what to expect,
and she was spared the surprise and confusion. And sure enough,
it didn't take him long to want to get into her vagina more than
anything, and this time he did, and wow did that feel good! She
could feel that itch of pleasure building in him, the one that
came before the fantastic feeling. She kept getting more excited
exactly in tandem with him. He pumped in and out in a frenzy
then, and she and Uncle Dave felt his immense pleasure at the
same time. This time it was pure pleasure and release, no nagging
dissatisfaction from not being in her vagina. He was in, he was
thrusting and he was spurting, and Liz was as satisfied as she
could possibly be -- because he was.

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Liz found Emma alone in her bedroom.

"Isn't it naughty?"

"Naughty? Uncle Dave wouldn't let us do anything naughty." She
had a knowing smile.

"But... No other girls do it, do they?"

"No other girls have halos."

"Yeah, but even if they did... What they say in school... Never
let anyone touch you where a bathing suit covers."

Emma thought a moment. "They say that because those men are evil,
how they want to feel good by making you feel bad. Or not caring
what you feel."

"Yeah."

"Can you... Does Uncle Dave want to make us feel bad?"

Liz shook her head emphatically.

Emma said, "When he looks at me... He likes every part of me, so
much... Not just my chest or my kitty... My elbows. My armpits.
It's urgent too... he wants to do sex... but even after he's just
filled me with his stuff... When he relaxes... I feel him looking
at me then, too, and he still loves each part. My dirty feet. The
scabs on my knees. And not just like an uncle."

Liz smiled. "The part in my hair... the place I scratched the bug
bite so it's red and ugly... But everything else, too. I feel
good about myself when I see how he feels. The tiny little hairs
on my arms... And of course the kitty. All of us girls think it's
kind of shameful... he worships it. Not like an uncle... like a
husband?"

"Yeah, definitely, now you mention it. One time we were going to
get together and I had the halo on already, but I just felt kind
of sick -- not sure why. But I said I wasn't sure. He said
"Fine," and I felt that little surge of disappointment, but then
just love. Uncle love, but also Uncle Dave love -- for my messy
hair and my calf and foot that were sticking out from under the
covers. Like a husband maybe. Or like a lover. A lover who's
really in love."

Liz nodded. "And my kitty... I kind of wondered what it was for.
He sure showed me that!"

Emma laughed. "Yeah, that's so true! It doesn't look like much
just looking at it, but when he pokes it -- you can sure tell
it's meant to take a penis up inside!"

The girls smiled at each other.

Emma said, "I bet the grown-ups never heard of halos. It's
totally different if you have a halo and you know what he's
thinking."

"What if you had a halo and it was a bad man?"

"Then it would be awful... But you'd know it was awful, and be
sure to tell a grown-up friend!"

"But with Uncle Dave... It just can't be bad."

"That's right. It just can't be bad. Not just the feelings, but
everything... It's so good."

Liz said, "Let's get naked and look at each other. Let me see you
like Uncle Dave sees you."

"Oooo, yeah!"

"You're so pretty!"

"You too... Not just pretty... like a goddess... I can just feel
him thinking that."

"And you too. And your kitty.... wow, your kitty!"

"Oooo, and yours too... and the vagina inside... Can't see it but
I can just remember it glowing when he thought of it."

"Glowing... or on fire, in a good way!"

"And then what he felt when he forced his thing inside..." Emma
shuddered. So did Liz.

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Emma approached Dave with a smirk.

"Could we do it all three of us together?" she asked.

"No!" said Dave. He figured she and Liz had been talking --
sharing everything about how it felt to be in bed with Uncle
Dave, feeling him doing sex to them. But to do a threesome?

"Why not?"

He considered. Part of him was ashamed to be in bed with his
nieces at all, and then to have the other one witness his obscene
behavior -- a part of him still felt that's what it was. That
made it worse. But there was that other part.

"That's... that's unusual. People don't usually do that. I mean a
few do, but not many. Why do you want to do it?"

"We feel good when you feel good, so I'm going to like it just as
much when you're doing it to Liz as when you're doing it to me."

Dave's lusty side considered what it would be like for him -- two
incredibly hot young girls in bed together, where he could see
both, and feel both...

"And you can go back and forth. Taking a turn in one vagina, then
the other. Wouldn't that be fun?"

It would, but... There was that lingering shame. But they liked
it a whole lot, so why not twice as much for them? He relented.

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Emma's pussy was still hot and ready for sex -- he could see that
as she draped her leg over him. Not five minutes before he had
been pounding his cock energetically in and out of that pussy.
Liz's was ready too -- he had just ejaculated deep inside her not
a minute before after giving her a good solid pounding too. They
both loved it, because he loved it, whether he was pounding them
or their sister.

He was resting happily, and started drifting off when Emma
said,"What about Anne?"

That alarmed him. "Anne? No, she's way too young! I love her like
an uncle, nothing more."

"You sure?" asked Liz.

"Pedophilia is weird and isn't right. But to be attracted to a
four-year-old? That's just... gross!"

He saw Liz glancing over his chest at Emma on the other side.
They both looked skeptical.

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Dave was relaxing alone in the living room with a magazine. It
was nearly bed time, and the girls were settling down... quiet
happy murmuring drifted down the hall from one of the bedrooms.

Suddenly Anne tripped out, wearing a light nightgown, looking
mischievous. She lifted herself onto Dave's thighs so they were
facing each other but not too close, her legs draped outside of
his, so hers were wide apart.. Then she lifted the nightgown...
She was not wearing any panties. And then she used her two hands
to open up her labia. "See my kitty, Uncle Dave? See my kitty?"
She then giggled and kissed him on the cheek and ran away,
squealing.

"I did it! I did the dare!" she said. Emma and Liz had slipped
into the living room right by the door and watched the drama from
a distance. Now Emma said, "Yes, you sure did! You're such a
brave girl!" The three of them pattered away down the hall. But
just before she disappeared Dave caught sight of the halo on
Liz's head.

So they were testing him. They would see how Dave had no sexual
interest or response to little Anne. It would prove him right.
But then he stopped and a vague dread began building in his
stomach. Yes, there was that protective love there always would
be for his nieces, but... something else too? To see Anne's labia
spread wide like that. His cock was not completely flaccid in his
pants... Looked at one way, he just felt she was his niece.
Little girl parts looked like big girl parts enough for the
resemblance to set off his reaction.

But... if he gave free rein to his imagination... What if he were
alone with her, and she was naked on a bed with legs spread wide,
offering him that little "kitty"? Something powerful surged
through him. That wasn't how he really felt. It certainly wasn't
how he wanted to feel. But the reaction had been real enough.
Which one would have gotten through to the halos?

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Not long after his first session in bed with Emma, Uncle Dave had
taken the videos and recordings out of the safe. Emma had shown a
couple examples to Liz. The others didn't do too much for her,
but the one of the frustrated man made a lasting impression.

Now Emma and Liz had a halo on Anne as she looked at the video.

They first showed her the one of the man feeling great as he came
inside the woman.

"What was that?" Anne asked, her face showing wonder.

"It's called an orgasm. It's what men and women feel when they
have sex, at the end. Really nice?"

Anne just nodded, still looking shocked.

"Now here's the secret... Uncle Dave does that to us, and we wear
the halo and it feels fantastic to us just like you felt."

Anne laughed. "Uncle Dave does that to you?" She looked
skeptical.

"It's true! He's a special man who likes little girls instead of
big women. So he does it with us because that's the only way he
gets to feel happy like that. And when we get to feel like he's
feeling, we love it too. We get to feel kind of like you just
felt, but even better... So here's the thing... We can tell he
wants to do that to you too... but your vagina is too small. Here
-- watch this... This is what it's like if he starts to do it to
you but he can't get it into your vagina." They put on the
episode with the frustrated man.

Anne reacted just as the others had... "No, no, that's bad. I
feel bad!"

Emma put back on the previous scene, fast-forwarded to just
before he came, and then played it for Anne to the end. She
grinned from the transmitted orgasm and obviously did not feel
bad any more. That made the frustration go away, just like the
big girls had suspected.

"So to keep Uncle Dave from feeling bad, we have to get your
vagina big enough. It might hurt some, but you don't want Uncle
Dave to feel bad that way, right?"

Anne frowned.

Liz said, "You want to be a big girl, right? Not just a baby..."

Anne glared at them. She was no baby! She set about vagina
enlargement with determination. She stuck things up there that
her big sisters recommended. Sometimes they used sticky stuff
like shampoo to help it go easier. She moved long thin things
back and forth, like a penis would go. It hurt some, but she
didn't mind some hurt down there. She was going to get a big girl
vagina! She'd stop one day when it hurt just a bit too much, but
when she started again the next day, that same thing didn't hurt
anywhere near as bad. It took several days. Her big sisters said
if she could get four fingers in, that was big enough. Four
fingers! She could only get in three! She was discouraged, but it
just meant she had a bit more work to do. She did it.

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His lovely niece Anne let herself into his room and closed the
door behind her. She was wearing a halo. Uh-oh.

She was adorable, just like a 4-year-old should be, but... there
was more. She gazed at him, transfixed. He didn't find her sexy,
right? That was just a quirky thought, not his real feelings. But
the more he tried to think it wasn't real, the more real it
became. And as those thoughts of her sexiness glimmered, she
picked them up, and she started to look at herself as sexy too,
echoing him. It echoed back and forth, taking all of ten seconds.
Darn! Her dress came off quickly, and he saw her look herself up
and down, seeing her as the incredibly sexy child he was seeing.
He'd like to deny it... no decent man should feel that way... but
he did. She pulled her underpants down slowly, eyes focused on
his. She shuddered with the same lust he was feeling. His cock
was now hard, but he was determined it would stay in his pants.
Anne was just too young. But Anne, aware of how sexy he found
her, knelt on the bed, looked him up and down, and then began
working on his belt and his fly.

"No, Anne. Stop! That's enough!" he said, but without much
conviction. She pressed to find the outline of his stiff cock
under his pants, and smiled. He was going to count to twenty...
decisions like this should not be hasty. But he only got to four
before his resistance vanished. He stripped from the waist down
-- something he could do to himself far more efficiently than she
could. And then his cock was stiff in the foreground. Sitting on
his legs was a gorgeous naked 4-year-old. She nudged him over on
the bed so she had room to lie on her back, with legs spread
wide.

Maybe if he thought about how he couldn't complete the act it
would deter him? Just possibly... "Anne, Anne..." he murmured.
"You're way too small down there... we can't do it."

"Yes, we can!"

"You don't understand, maybe you've never explored there much."

"I opened it up, by putting big things in there, bigger and
bigger. Emma and Liz helped me."

He didn't often feel like spanking his nieces, but he now had an
image of spanking Liz and Emma until they howled. But they
weren't here. Sexy Anne was, and she was looking sexier all the
time.

He was suddenly aware that she was a very small girl, and he felt
a wave of shame.

Anne frowned. "I'm not little.... I'm a big girl! You want it...
I want it like you want it. I don't want to feel frustrated like
you are... stick it in! I mean, stick it in, please?"

The little show of manners amused him a little, enough to nudge
his thinking off kilter. A wave of lust washed away the shame.
There came an instant where he knew he was going to do it, and in
that instant Anne smiled and wiggled her hips. He didn't want to
wait. Part of him thought he ought to go slow, but then he
realized Anne didn't. He mounted, he aimed, he pressed, and to
his delight, his cock slid in a little, then a little more, and
then a couple inches. He felt orgasm become inevitable, so he
immediately began strong, deep thrusts, into that little tight
pussy deeper and then deeper again, once more and then he came --
gobs of sperm for the innards of his little 4-year-old niece. She
looked happy beyond belief, her eyes rolling back in her head. He
certainly felt good. His cock didn't shrink right away, and he
kept pressing in and out, deeper each time, claiming this vagina
as his. Anne just looked up at him with pleasure and adoration.

It was after the release of orgasm that his doubts re-emerged. As
society would have it, he had now raped all three of his nieces.
What he felt was so distant from rape that he just couldn't make
that evil word apply. And their reaction made it feel even less
right. He was making love to three little girls who liked getting
it more than anything in the world.

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If you've had three together, why not four? Each girl got to feel
not only how much Dave adored her, but how much he adored the
other two as well.

There were more than enough halos for each girl to have her own.
One Saturday evening they were convened in Dave's large bed. He
beheld three naked girls, one with the luxurious blond hair,
another with lustrous shoulder-length brown, and little Anne with
wavy blond hair cut short. He beheld three perfect little girls,
each featuring notably a slit -- labia. He felt tenderness and
love for each of them, but also lust. And the girls themselves
shared his perceptions. Each too saw three perfect little bodies
with labia, one set of which was hers. He immersed himself in a
sea of girliness... hair to stroke here, an ear to kiss there, a
flat chest to stroke here, a pair of thighs up between which to
slide his hand until he found the girl part. The girls sought him
out, too. One nibbled his ear, another lightly stroked his balls.
For fun one sucked on his big toe -- that must be Liz. But when
he saw or felt a set of labia that drew his specific attention
and desire, their owner would hold them open and guide his penis
inside. Pressing his cock tip towards any set of labia would
result very shortly in his cock firmly ensconced in a hot, slick
embrace, as the girl helped it happen. While his cock was inside
Anne, Emma sensed his love of labia and maneuvered around and put
hers at his mouth,where he could take deep breaths of the aroma,
while his tongue licked away.

Dave had little interest in receiving any sort of prolonged oral
sex. With the choice of any of three receptive, hot vaginas
available for the taking, why would he want his cock to spend
much time inside a mouth? Vaginas are made to hold penises, and
he helped them live out their destiny over and over again.

The girls had learned to hold off pleasure just as he did ... a
bit of delayed gratification worked for everyone. But ultimately
the male craves ejaculation deep inside his mate. Anne, the
youngest and sexiest, usually got the first load. The other two
felt no hint of jealousy, since whichever pussy his cock felt
best inside is what felt best to them too. When Anne fell asleep,
they shunted her aside to nap while the foreplay, afterglow, and
copulation continued among the other three. When Liz got her
pussyful of sperm, she got sleepy too, which left Dave and Emma
to do it hard and deep for a long time -- Emma called it fucking.
Dave couldn't see telling her to watch her language, and it fit
the best meaning of the word. Dave on top of her, cock driving in
and out for half an hour.

Dave found he sometimes had lust for a sleeping girl. Mounting
and penetrating a sleeping girl didn't sound fair, but the three
girls encouraged him. This night he took Anne's halo off so she
could sleep better, but then later, after copulating with the
other two, he felt desire for Anne's little pussy again. He put
her halo back on and entered her again. She opened her eye
groggily with a big smile, but soon went back to sleep with
Dave's cock pumping in and out of her urgently. On other nights
she didn't wake up at all, but in the morning she reported a
wonderful dream.

This night, as he pumped up tight and deep inside Anne, Emma
kissed his ear and humped her pussy against his leg rhythmically.

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Dave didn't confine the satisfaction of his lust to the
nighttime. A girl might feel a halo fitted over her head at any
time, and she smiled knowing she was about to share Dave's
pleasure -- she was about to get his cock up her pussy. On the
edge of a kitchen counter, lying on her tummy on the carpet, on
the very front edge of the toilet seat right after she peed...

The girls' lives continued as before -- meals, schools, homework,
make-believe play, romping outdoors. Uncle Dave made sure they
got enough sleep. When one or both of the parents were home, the
girls did whatever was suggested, and the whole halo apparatus
was carefully hidden. But they were eager to get back to playing
with Dave after the parents left.

Dave feasted on the riches available to him. A halo on Liz at
bedtime would waken her lust and make her insist on him sliding
in and copulating with her. If she fell asleep he might take her
halo off and just fuck away for two hours at a time while she
slept soundly. He would put it back on at the end so she could
experience his orgasm.

Emma preferred to sleep with her halo on most of the night, so
she could bask in the pleasure Dave generated penetrating one of
her sisters. Their bedrooms were close enough to be in halo
range. Dave needed sleep, too, and when he slept the girls could
get the deep rest they needed. Delta sleep, or REM or whatever.

Three girls in a row, six parallel legs, three pairs of labia.
Dave could go down the line, pressing against each pair of labia
in turn and finding his cock guided into the sexual heaven that
only small girls can provide. At some point his thrusting would
end with a deep lunge and pulsing of sperm. Most often it was in
Anne, which all three girls agreed felt best.

Uncle Dave was their very favorite uncle.

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And then suddenly, one day, the machine stopped working. When he
called Zach, he was told that Zach had left the company and they
had no forwarding information.

The sex stopped. Sex was only good when both parties (or all
parties) wanted it, and now the girls didn't. They weren't
getting anything special out of it. He figured it was all over.

Dave tried to transform his feelings into gratitude. He had never
dreamed he would be able to have satisfying sex, ever. And he had
-- not just sex, but fabulous, mind-blowing sex over and over
again. He was so lucky to have had that interlude at all. He was
nearly 40. Lots of people never had much sex after 40, did they?
And pedophiles -- they mostly never had sex at all, right?

But something funny happened. Two weeks after the machine stopped
working, Emma appeared in Dave's bedroom.

"I was thinking," she said. "You loved it so much..."

"I sure did, and you did too, right? But now you wouldn't, so
it's all over."

"But I remember how you feel. Even if I don't feel it, I remember
it."

"That's nice."

"So you can't do it with anyone else, right? Why not do it with
me?"

"Because it wouldn't make you feel good."

"Not the one way, but the other way. Doing something for my Uncle
Dave that only I can do. Or Liz and Anne could too, if they felt
like it."

Dave considered, and hugged his niece, fighting back tears.
"That's so nice of you... How about if you come back two more
nights, and if you say each night you feel good about it, then
that third night I'll do it. Maybe you'll change your mind."

Emma smiled. She knew she wouldn't.

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Dave turned over onto Emma, who spread her legs wide. She helped
him press his cock into her. Oh, the joy in his eyes! Lust, too.
She knew his body, even without the benefit of the broadcast from
his mind. Dave pressed harder and faster, but still gently
compared to the old days. She gazed intently at his face as he
got more and more excited and then came, knowing how good it felt
to him. She was delighted to help him be happy that way.

She stayed a minute, then crept away.

"Oh, thank you!" said Dave.

Emma stopped. "You're welcome. But... don't thank me any more,
OK? It's not like a favor. It's something I want to do."

Dave paused. "OK, good night." He wasn't entirely sure what Emma
meant, but it sounded good. At its best, sex wasn't something one
person did as a favor to another.

The other girls found out what Emma had done and thought it was a
great idea.

Liz liked best getting it from the rear. The offers varied.
Sometimes Dave turned them down, if he wasn't in the mood, or if
he'd just done it with one of her sisters.

But it seemed each one encouraged him to do it to her at least
once a month.

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The bedtime story was over, and time to turn out the light.

Anne yawned, but she also pulled down her panties, hitched up her
night gown, and spread her legs wide apart. She gave Dave a
friendly smile. His cock hardened quickly, he pulled down his
pants and briefs, turned over onto Anne and slid it in. She
closed her eyes but smiled. Thirty seconds was all it took. He
came inside little Anne, and when he did, her smile got a little
broader. After ten seconds he withdrew. She put her legs together
most of the way, and he pulled up her panties, and pulled her
nightgown into position, and pulled up the sheet.

"Night, night!" she said, turning onto her stomach.

"Good night," he said softly, kissing her on the cheek.

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What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether
positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.

Sex between adults and children is always wrong. Nothing in this
story is realistic -- it is entirely a work of imagination.