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Story title : Whoa Nellie!

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Whoa Nellie! (Mf, inc, ped, oral)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

An uncle finds watching over his young niece to be an 
eye opening experience.

***

"Uh... yeah sure. I'll see you in a bit."

I hung up the phone and a feeling of dread washed over 
me. I knew that I should have said no, but I had a hard 
time turning my sister down. She so seldom asked a favor 
of me. But, this was a big one. Babysitting wasn't up my 
alley. I had little patience with kids. An entire week! 
I just knew it would drive me nuts. I hadn't seen my 
niece since the Christmas before last. 

I'd see my sister on occasion; whenever she came into 
town for work or shopping. We'd eat lunch and get caught 
up. It had been different when our parents had been 
alive. They had been the glue which had held us all 
together. With their passing, we had slowly drifted 
apart.

I had gone back to work after the call, but the thought 
of what I had just gotten myself into interfered with my 
train of consciousness. I stared at the plans on my desk 
without seeing them. I had drawn no line or inked no 
lettering when my door chimes called to me. I found them 
on the threshold. My brother-in-law waited in the car 
and gave me a fleeting wave. He was a small, dismissible 
man and all knew that my sister had married him in order 
to retain the dominance she sought over all. 

All except me, that is. I was a couple of years older 
than she and she had adored me as a child. Ours had been 
a relationship that had greatly unnerved our parents. 
Linda had questioned every wish, desire, and order that 
my parents had ever issued and yet she would blindly do 
anything that I would ask. I had, of course, taken 
advantage of this, but that's another story altogether.

Linda was a tall woman. At five foot ten, she towered 
over her husband by a good five inches. She was 
statuesque with straight black hair; large blue eyes; a 
straight nose that led down to overfull lips; and a 
strong , dimpled chin. She had an amazing figure, but 
wore muted clothing to disguise it. She pressed that 
body against mine now as we hugged. 

I could feel her swollen breasts pressing against my 
chest and a warmth where our nether regions met. I felt 
the beginning of an arousal and was glad when she broke 
the hug. I saw a strange light in her eyes. It was as 
though she had tested me and found the answer she 
wanted. I looked down then and found the antithesis of 
my sister, clutching her skirt. 

Annabel was a tiny child, who bore a resemblance to her 
father rather than to her mother, which irked Linda 
greatly. Annabel had strawberry blonde curls that ringed 
her elfish face and draped across her shoulders and half 
way down her back. There was a scrunchie caught up in 
her curls as though an attempt had been made to coral 
her tresses, but it had failed. 

She had some of her mother's features; the full lips and 
dimpled chin. Her eyes were her most striking feature. 
The first time anyone looked upon her they would always 
give a double take and many would comment. You would 
naturally expect a person with her light coloring and 
golden hair to have blue or at least hazel eyes, but 
hers were dark; as dark as charcoal. It was impossible 
to tell where the iris ended and where the pupil began. 
It could be unnerving at times.

I crouched down and smiled at my niece. She studied me 
with a look of doubt on her face. She had been five the 
last time I'd seen her. 

"Hello, Annabel," I said, trying to sound and look happy 
to see her. "It's been a long time since we last saw 
each other. Do you remember me."

"Of course, uncle John," came the assured reply, 
accompanied by a frown that questioned my sanity.
"Takes after her mother," I stated as I rose to my feet.

My sister suppressed a laugh. She handed me an envelope, 
which she said contained all the pertinent information 
about caring for her child as well as their itinerary 
and her cell phone number. She placed her daughter's 
hand in mine; gave us both a kiss; and then rushed down 
the stairs to the waiting car. Her husband gave another 
fleeting wave and then they were gone. 

I stared after the car until it disappeared around a 
corner. I looked down at Annabel and found her looking 
up at me with those doe like eyes. I looked down at the 
two huge suitcases sitting there and tried to imagine 
why a child would need so much stuff for just a week's 
stay.

"Is this where you hide the bodies?" I asked 
rhetorically, as I hefted a bag in either hand.

Annabel gave out a giggle and closed the door behind me.

"You're funny," she informed me.

I led my small charge down the hallway to the guest 
room. It was a spacious room with lavish furnishings. I 
had made the mistake of giving my youngest sister a free 
hand in decorating it while she studied design at San 
Francisco University. The furnishings had cost more than 
those in all the other rooms in the house. I gave 
Annabel the grand tour, showing her the attached full 
bath and the view onto the back yard with southern 
exposure.

"You have a pool!?" She exclaimed.

"Yes," I told her. "Do you know how to swim?" 

"Of course," she answered with hands on hips and a shake 
of the head. 

"Well," I informed her, "a rule of the house is that no 
one swims alone."

She looked up and studied my face for a moment then 
shook her head once again. 

"Okay," she nodded. She knew that it was a newly 
formulated rule.

I asked if she needed help unpacking and she said yes. I 
tossed the first bag onto the bed and opened it. Her 
clothing was small enough that my sister had placed it 
inside with hangers still attached. The dresses, 
blouses, and pants were laid out full length and had 
needed no folding.

 Annabel passed me the garments in twos and threes and I 
hung them up in the guest closet. I couldn't imagine 
that she had any clothing left at her house. We opened 
the second bag and found it contained her undergarments, 
stockings, footwear, toiletry items, and a selection of 
toys. 

"They are gone for just a week aren't they?" I asked my 
small charge.

Annabel merely shrugged. I found her lack of emotion at 
being left with a veritable stranger unnerving. I had 
expected her to break down into great sobs as I was 
forced to hold her while she tried to run after her 
parents screaming "Mommeeeeee!" But, she seemed to 
accept her condition with great aplomb. 

"What would you like to do?" I asked her once we'd 
finished putting her things away.

"Eat lunch," she informed me.

She 'ooohhhed' as we walked into the kitchen. It was 
another of Elizabeth's design attempts. I was much 
happier with this one. Everything was polished aluminum 
- the center island; counter tops; and appliances. I 
opened the fridge and we were greeted by more aluminum. 

"I suppose we could always eat out," I said, turning to 
Annabel.

She was giving me another of those judging looks. She 
let out a big sigh.

"I suppose we could also go shopping," I said and she 
nodded.

"I need to change," she informed me.

She was wearing a flowery summer dress with a small 
print design and a lace bow at the waist. I had a 
feeling Linda had dressed her for appearances sake so 
that I would have a good first impression. She led me 
back to her room and pointed out a pair of small jeans 
and a polo like shirt. I pulled them down off their 
hangers and turned to lay them on the bed. 

I tried hard to suppress the gasp that sprung from my 
throat. Annabel had slipped out of her dress and she 
stood there wearing nothing but a tiny pair of silk 
undies. The tight underwear was molded into the cleft of 
a fleshy vagina. She wore nothing on her upper body and 
her wraith like chest bore two small fleshy bumps where 
her breasts would one day be. She had unbelievably dark 
aureole and nipples. 

I held out her clothes and tried not to appear to stare. 
I didn't think that little girls were supposed to have 
nipples like that. I remembered my sisters as children 
and there were memories of flat pink discolorations on!
 their chests. 

"The doctor said that it's not unusual," a voice said.

I snapped out of my daze. 

"What?" I asked, not knowing if she had actually spoken.

"The doctor told mom that it wasn't unusual for a little 
girl to have nipples like that," she re-informed me.

"Oh, I see," I told her. "I'm sorry if I was staring."

"That's okay," she said with a smile.

She finished dressing and then reached back and felt 
around for the elusive scrunchie. I plucked it from her 
hair and handed it to her. She held it between her teeth 
and gathered her hair up in both hands then pulled the 
mass through the elastic ring. As soon as she let it go, 
her hair billowed out and the scrunchie slid down to 
shoulder level. Her hair seemed to have a life of its 
own as tendrils slowly escaped their restraint and 
curled about her face and shoulders. She smiled and 
shrugged. 

I led her out to the garage and we drove to a nearby 
supermarket to stock up on groceries. I felt awkward 
walking the aisles with my niece. I thought someone 
would jump out at any moment and question her being with 
me. 

I kept glancing at her. Her large nipples made 
intriguing bumps in her shirt. They seemed so 
incongruous there in comparison to her small form. I 
noticed several other people take a second appraising 
look. Especially the men. It looked like she was trying 
to smuggle something out beneath her shirt.

I found her restraint amazing. She was more interested 
in the fruit and vegetables than in the sugar coated 
items. I felt guilty as I purchased my few 
extravagances. We bought a couple of deli sandwiches for 
lunch. I gave the cashier a month's salary and accepted 
the offer of assistance. 

The bag boy said I must be expecting a lot of company as 
he loaded the bags into the back seat. Annabel chuckled. 
We drove back to the house and Annabel helped me put the 
purchases away. I stood back from the fridge and stared 
in awe. I couldn't imagine that we would eat all of that 
food. 

I put our sandwiches on plates and took them out to the 
dinning room. We sat down with a couple glasses of 
orange juice and then the questions began.

"How come you're not married?"

"Never found anyone I wanted to marry."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not at this time."

"You don't like girls?"

"I like them very well, thank you."

"They don't like you?"

"That's a question for them."

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I do."

"How come you never come to see me?"

"I don't know, Annabel. I guess my priorities are mixed 
up."

"Don't you like mommy any more?"

"Of course I do."

"You don't come to see her either."

"I see your mother often. Whenever she comes into the 
city."

"Do you see aunt Elizabeth?"

"Yes. I see her very often. She doesn't live very far 
away."

"Why does aunt Elizabeth have a girlfriend?"

"I think you should ask your mother that question."

"Does aunt Elizabeth have sex with her girlfriend?"

"I really think you should ask your mother that one."

"Why?"

"Because."

"That's not an answer."

"It's as much as you'll get out of me."

"Can we go swimming?"

"Yes."

I watched as she happily ate her sandwich. Her legs 
didn't reach the floor and they swung about freely. I 
studied her without trying to appear to. Her skin was 
flawless. She dimpled when she smiled. Her eyes tended 
to draw your focus away from the rest of her face, but 
if you got passed those you realized how pretty she 
actually was. She was very petite. 

A lady at the store had guessed her age to be five. 
Annabel told me she was the smallest in her class, but 
said she didn't mind. She had this awesome little butt. 
The pants she had put on accented this fact. It was high 
and round and gave her prepubescent body some shape. 

I'd noticed the bag boy at the store scoping it out 
earlier and had pretended not to notice. She had a 
manner that was flirtatious. It came out anytime she 
spoke to or was paid attention to by a man. She had 
conquered the deli guy and the cashier. 

"What are you looking at?" She asked, breaking my train 
of thought.

"Nothing," I told her. "I was just thinking."

We finished our meal and we cleared the plates and 
glasses. She asked if we could go swimming now and I 
told her yes. We went to our different rooms to change. 
I pulled off my clothes and pulled on a swim suit. I 
waited a few minutes and when she didn't appear I went 
to find her. Her door was open and when I walked in she 
was sitting on the edge of the bed - naked. She had a 
sad look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to ignore her state of 
undress.

"I don't have a suit," she said with a pout.

"Hmmmm," I mused, trying to think fast. "Well, you can 
wear your undies if you want. I don't have any neighbors 
and no one will see you."

She perked up noticeably and jumped down off the bed. 
She stood before me in all of her glory. Those dark 
brown nipples seemed to beg for attention. I noticed how 
full her labia was as the fat lips stood out on her 
slender frame.

"Can I swim like this?" She asked me.

"Uhhhh," I stuttered, trying to think of an excuse why 
she couldn't. "I guess so."

"Goody!" She cried out and jumped up and down. She 
grabbed my hand and pretty much pulled me along. 

"Do I need a towel?" She asked as we went down the 
hallway that led to the back door.

"There are some in that linen closet by the door," I 
told her and we stopped to gather up a couple.

She ran over to a lounge chair and carefully spread out 
her towel before going over and checking on the water. I 
watched her antics closely. My eyes wandered from one 
wonder to the next. I studied the marvelous rounded 
globes of her ass; the fleshy lips of her vagina; and 
those amazing chocolate brown nipples. 

My cock began to swell and roll against my thigh. I knew 
it would only be a matter of moments before it stuck out 
before me like a dowsing rod. I walked to the edge of 
the pool and dove in. I surfaced and heard a smaller 
splash at the other end. I looked over just as Annabel's 
head broke the surface. Her massive head of curls were 
now straight and plastered to her face and shoulders. 
She had a gleaming smile on her face.

I tread water and she swam closer. She stopped before me 
and cupping her hand she slapped the water and sprayed 
me in the face. 

"Hey!" I shouted and she laughed gaily and dove under 
water. 

I could see her through the clear water and dove to 
follow her. She was a good swimmer, but I was bigger and 
faster. I caught her and rising up I tossed her into the 
air and she landed with a loud splash. She laughed 
gleefully and splashed me some more. 

I went after her again, but she didn't try hard to evade 
me. I placed a hand under one of her armpits and the 
other reached to cup her butt. I raised her above my 
head and tossed her again. Her giggles were drowned out 
as she went under water. 

I had the residual memory of my finger sliding into the 
fleshy folds of her small cunt. It had almost seemed as 
though it had gone into her, but I told myself that I 
was mistaken and that it was only because of how thick 
her nether lips were. 

Nevertheless, my cock responded and got even harder than 
before. I was surprised at my reaction to this little 
gamin. I hadn't ever been aroused by a young girl 
before. Not since my own youth in any case. 

My reverie was broken as I felt a sudden tug on my swim 
pants. Before I knew it, I was standing in neck deep 
water with my trunks around my knees. A little blonde 
head popped up at the shallow end of the pool. Annabel 
was in near hysterics. 

"It's not that funny," I told her as I struggled to pull 
my wet trunks back up. The wet material clung to my 
thighs and the material bunched up as I pulled. I slid 
under as I struggled and finally gave up before 
drowning.

"I saw your thing," she said among her giggles.

I felt myself blush.

"It was this big," she said and held her hands far 
apart, giving me more credit than I was due.

"Young ladies shouldn't talk about men's 'things'," I 
informed her.

"Why?" She asked, mirth still tingeing her voice.

"Because," I said and was going to leave it at that, but 
decided she wouldn't accept that answer. "People don't 
believe that little girls should be looking at men's 
'things'."

"Why?" She asked again, and I could tell she was having 
a good time.

"Because it's not proper," I told her.

"You can see my thing," she said with a frown. "Does 
that mean I'm not proper?"

"No. It doesn't mean you're not proper. It only means 
that you didn't have a swim suit and since I'm your 
uncle it's okay for you to swim without one."

I realized that her parents might not feel the same way 
and I suddenly wondered at my poor decision making.

"Oh," she said and I could see the little wheels 
turning. "But since I'm your niece doesn't that mean 
it's okay that I saw your thing."

"Well," I said, trying to think of a counter to her 
logic. "If people saw us like this they might think bad 
things and that's why you shouldn't see my 'thing' even 
though it doesn't mean anything."

"What kind of bad things?" She asked me as she slowly 
treaded her way back towards me.

"Well. They might think I'm trying to take advantage of 
you," I told her and realized that that was going to 
lead to more questions. She didn't disappoint me.

"What does that mean?" She asked as she floated inches 
before me. Her brows were wrinkled in confusion.

"That's difficult to explain," I told her and realized 
that my tumescent cock was plainly visible in the clear 
water. 

"Is it sex stuff?" She asked and I saw her glimpse down 
at my cock.

"Ahem," I said and she looked back up at me. "Has 
someone told you about 'sex stuff'?"

She nodded and her eyes lowered once again. Her gaze 
affected me and my cock gave a broad twitch. Her eyes 
popped back up and they were round with wonder.

"Yes," she replied and nodded her head. "Right after 
mommy and daddy caught me and Mike Ruppert in the shed."

"Caught you doing what?" I asked even though I had a 
good idea.

"Mikey wanted to see my thing and he said he would show 
me his," she informed me matter-of-factly.

"Is that all you did?" I asked her and chastised myself 
for pressing the issue, but my evil self wanted to know.

"Mikey said he would give me a dollar if I put his 
thingy in my mouth and made believe it was a Popsicle."

"He did?" I asked in surprise. It wasn't what I had 
expected her to say.

"Yup," she said and nodded. Her glance wandered down 
once again and fixed on my engorged cock. It was 
strangely arousing to have this little girl looking at 
my swollen member.

"Did you?" I asked her.
"I was going to," she told me, "but that's when mommy 
and daddy came in. They were plenty mad."

"I can imagine," I replied, imagining my sister in one 
of her tantrums. Although, we had often played similar 
games at that age. "And that's when they told you about 
sex things?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. "They told me that boys and maybe 
some men would want me to do things like that, but I 
shouldn't and if they tried to make me do it, I was 
supposed to run away real fast and start yelling and 
stuff just like they teach us in school."

"That's right," I told her, but I felt like a hypocrite 
as I floated there with my erection only a couple inches 
away from her young body.

"My arms are getting tired," Annabel said and suddenly 
moved into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and 
her legs wrapped around my upper waist. 

Her sudden move had caused my cock to rub up against her 
body. Whether it was her thigh or something more 
delicate, I didn't know. All I knew was that strands of 
cum were shooting out of my highly aroused cock. I could 
feel my cock bounce off of her ass as it throbbed in 
release. I heard myself groan and clutched Annabel 
tighter to me. 

"Do you have a cramp?" She asked me with concern.

I buried my face into her small shoulder as I tried to 
not let her see me laugh. It took a few moments for the 
giggles to go away.

"Yeah," I finally told her. "I had some muscle spasms."

"Maybe we should get out of the pool now," she advised.

I waded over to the edge of the pool and lifted her up 
and sat her on the edge. This put her cunt right at eye 
level. It looked even more swollen than before, as 
though she too were aroused. I turned quickly so that 
she wouldn't think I was staring and moved over to the 
ladder. I tried pulling my trunks up again, but to no 
avail. 

I finally pushed them all the way off and tossed them 
over by the backdoor. I looked over at Annabel and saw 
that she was busy drying herself off. I threw caution to 
the wind and climbed out of the pool - stark naked. I 
moved towards the chaise lounge and realized then that 
Annabel was watching me as she pretended to dry her hair 
and face. The ruse was quite transparent. I also 
realized that she was using my towel. 

"Hey!" I said and she giggled.

"Here," she said and handed me the damp towel. She 
jumped up onto her chaise and lie back as though basking 
in the sun.

I wrapped the damp towel around my waist and lie down on 
my own chair. The sun felt good on my skin.

"Uncle John?" Annabel asked after we'd been lying there 
for a few minutes.

"Yes?"

"Why do boys want someone to put their things in their 
mouths?"

As convoluted as the question was, I understood what she 
was asking. I just didn't know how to answer.

"I... ummm... well... it's uh... hard to explain."

"Is it because it feels good?" She pressed.

"Well, ummm.uh.yes it does."

"Have you ever put your thing in someone's mouth?"

"Annabel!"

"What?"

"That's not something you ask someone."

"Why?"

"Because. It just isn't. Maybe you should talk about 
something else."

I heard her sigh and then she fell silent once again. 
Unfortunately, even though I'd just cum, my cock started 
to twitch once again. I couldn't stop my mind from 
picturing the little imp with her mouth around some 
little boy's cock. From there, my imagination moved on 
to picturing her with my cock in her mouth. 

My cock suddenly gave a jerk and my towel seemed to jump 
about. I looked over at her quickly to see if she'd 
noticed, but she appeared to have her eyes closed. I 
tried to think about work and finally, my cock started 
to soften. But, thinking about work caused me to doze 
off also. I don't know how long I napped. My dreams were 
vivid. Replete with young nubile girls. 

I dreamt of a long line of young girls kneeling and 
waiting as I moved from one to the other. Each would 
take my cock into her mouth and suck on it for a few 
moments. I would pull it out and move to the next one. I 
got to a young curly haired beauty who glommed onto my 
cock and started sucking. It felt wonderful.

I realized then as the young girl looked up that it was 
my niece. Her deep dark eyes pierced me with their 
steady gaze and it drove me over the edge to orgasm. I 
came awake then and realized that I was actually having 
an orgasm. I looked down and found myself looking at a 
young girl with strands of cum splattered about her face 
and in her hair.

"I'm sorry," Annabel said and burst into tears. She 
turned and ran into the house.

"Shit," I said as I got up onto wobbly legs and made to 
follow. 

I found her lying on her bed and weeping.

"Hey, hey!" I said as I rubbed her back. "What's all 
this about?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said between sobs.

"Hurt me?" I repeated. "You didn't hurt me."

I picked her up and held her in my arms. I could feel 
her small chest rise and fall in quick spasms as the 
sobs slowly dissipated.

"I d-d-didn't hurt y-y-you?" She asked.

"No, of course not. Why do you think you hurt me?"

"B-b-because wh-when your thing squirted y-y-you m-m-
made sounds l-l-like it h-h-hurt."

"No sweetie," I told her, "those weren't sounds of 
pain."

"They w-w-weren't?" She asked as her sobs subsided.

"No," I said, "they weren't."

"D-d-did it feel good?" She hiccupped.

I opened my mouth to respond, but thought better of it 
and closed it with a snap. I held her and rocked her 
back and forth until her sobs subsided. 

"Annabel?"

"Yes, uncle John?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Are you angry, uncle John?" She asked; her big dark 
eyes studying my face and her lips trembling slightly.

"No, Annabel. I'm not angry. I just wondered why you did 
what you did that's all."

"I just wanted to find out what it was like," she said, 
and her voice was almost a whisper.

"Well," I responded, "I guess now you know."

"Yeah," she said and nodded. 

"It was fun," she added with a little more enthusiasm in 
her voice. 

"It was?" I asked in reflex and mentally kicked myself.

"Yeah," she said and nodded vigorously. "Your thing 
tasted like a big warm hot dog and it kept bouncing 
around. I just licked it at first, but then I put it in 
my mouth to stop it from moving around and you made 
these funny noises."

I sat in stunned wonder as she described her sexual 
antics. I realized then that we were still both naked 
and I also realized that my cock was hard and pressing 
up against her small, shapely ass. I tried to keep it 
still, but it had a mind of its own and it jerked up and 
down and smacked against her. 

Annabel, just nonchalantly reached down and grabbed hold 
of it as though to stop it from bouncing around. It was 
like she was holding on to a small pet to stop it from 
squirming. Her hand felt as though it was searing the 
skin on my cock. A jolt ran through my body and I tried 
hard not to react. She continued her narrative, ignoring 
the manhood she now held in her small hand.

"I thought you were going to wake up and I just held it 
in my mouth until you stopped moving around. Then I did 
like Mikey said and made believe it was a Popsicle. I 
just slurped my tongue all around it and sort of sucked 
on it, but nothing came out of it."

The last was said with a small amount of disappointment. 
I wondered suddenly if I was being led on. I began to 
wonder if my little niece had not honed her art on some 
other glans.

"Then," she said, and turned big round eyes onto my 
face. "Your thing got all big and blam! It started 
shooting stuff into my mouth. There sure was a lot of 
it."

"Uh huh," I nodded mindlessly. Her small hand was now 
toying with my cock. It appeared to be a subconscious 
act on her part, but it felt pretty damn good.

"I thought I was going to drown," she said with an 
enthusiastic giggle. 

I imagine the irony of drowning so near to a swimming 
pool was something to laugh about.

"I tried to swallow it, but there was too much and then 
you started making those strange noises and so I took it 
out of my mouth and the stuff just kept shooting out and 
it landed all over me."

I studied her face and saw the shinny trails of cum that 
had dried there. There were a couple of yellowing clumps 
in her curls as well. I had indeed shot one hell of a 
load. 

"What was that stuff?" She asked innocently.

"Uh... well that's what is called sperm," I told her and 
didn't see a light go on in her eyes, so I continued. 
"It's the stuff a daddy shoots into a mommy when they 
want to make a baby."

"It is?!" She exclaimed in wonder.

I saw her surprise change into concern then and knew 
what she was thinking. I was about to ease her mind when 
she spoke again.

"It doesn't count when you swallow it does it?"

"No," I said with a grin at the serious look on her 
face. "No, it doesn't count when you swallow it."

"That's good," she nodded. 

"If you put it in here would it happen?" She asked me as 
she looked down and used both hands to spread her labia 
apart. 

Now that my cock was set free, it made some major 
jerking motions as I looked down at her tender young 
cunt. It seemed that the vulva was fairly loose for a 
seven year old. There didn't appear to be an 
obstruction, just a pink hole that went up inside of 
her. I could have easily slid a finger into her.

"Not until you were much older," I told her.

"How much older?" She asked and appeared to be 
disappointed.

"I don't know," I told her. "I think it's different for 
everyone. Maybe when your eleven and perhaps not until 
your thirteen."

"Ahhh," she uttered as she held her nether lips open and 
continued to study her tender young opening.

"Annabel?" I asked to get her attention. She looked up 
at me, but didn't release her labia.

"Yes, uncle John?"

"Has anyone ever put his thing in your uh... thing?"

There were definitely too many 'things' being bandied 
about, but Annabel took care of that with her reply.

"No," she answered, "no one ever put his thing in my 
peepee."

"Has anyone ever put a finger in your peepee?"

"No," she answered without hesitation.

"Nobody has ever put anything in your peepee?" 

She looked at me and I read the answer in her eyes. I 
waited for her to reply.

"Only Mister Nosey," she finally replied.

"Who's Mister Nosey?" I asked wonderingly. I pictured 
some old pervert, or her father, or some teacher.

"My elephant, silly," she said and pointed to a stuffed 
animal on her pillow. 

The toy was a stuffed elephant with a curved trunk. The 
trunk was about ten inches long and was thicker than my 
cock, but I figured it was probably soft and would 
squeeze down.

"You put Mister Nosey in there?" I asked in surprise.

"Yesss," she replied and watched for my reaction. 

"Huhn!" I merely replied, as I tried to picture that.

"It was a accident the first time," she informed me as 
though trying to justify her actions.

"It was?" 

"Uh hun," she nodded. "I was feeling itchy down there 
and it wouldn't go away. I tried scratching, but it 
didn't help. I took Mister Nosey and used his nose to 
scratch myself. It felt pretty good and I just kept on 
doing it. After that, I would use Mister Nosey every 
time I was itchy down there. 

And then, one time, I was rubbing Mister Nosey's nose 
around and it sort of poked inside of me. It felt really 
funny, but good too. Then, every time I used Mister 
Nosey, I would poke him in my peepee and soon I was 
poking him all the way inside."

"My!" I said and was truly amazed.

"You want to see?" She asked me with a beguiling look on 
her face.

My circumstances came crashing in on me then. What had 
happened at the pool side might be explained away if she 
should ever tell her parents about it, but to continue 
in this manner would be very imprudent. I slowly lifted 
her off my lap and sat her down beside me.

"Annabel," I started and saw her smile fade. She 
understood that the adventure was ending.

"What happened out there was an accident. You understand 
that?"

"Yes," she answered flatly.

"You remember what I told you about people thinking it's 
bad for young girls to see and do things with men's 
things?"

She simply nodded now and her smile was completely gone.

"I wouldn't tell," she whispered hoarsely.

"I know you wouldn't, sweetie. But, if someone saw what 
we did; well, uncle John would be in real big trouble. 
People would say that I made you do that stuff, even if 
it's not true."

"Why?"

"People don't think that little girls know enough to 
understand that they could be hurt doing those things."

"But, I do it all the time," she almost shouted. "With 
Mister Nosey."

"I know, sweetie. But, that's what's called 
experimentation. That means that young people, like you, 
learn about these things by trying things out by 
themselves."

Her lips had turned into a virtual pout now.

"Big people are stupid," she opined.

"Perhaps they are," I told her, "but, they make the 
rules."

I stood then and noticed how her eyes fixed on my 
deflated cock. I tried not to react and fought off the 
urge to cover it with my hands. I told her I was going 
to go take a shower and put some clothes on. I told her 
she should also.

The entire time I was showering, I fought off the urge 
to masturbate. I'd cum twice already and I figured I'd 
wear down my batteries if I kept it up. I kept thinking 
of my niece and of her sexual precociousness. I 
remembered how sexual her mother was at a young age, but 
she hadn't started to express it until she was ten or 
eleven. Annabel seemed to have some major urges and 
she'd learned how to deal with them already. I also 
pictured her sucking on my cock and wholeheartedly 
wished I'd been awake during her endeavors. 

I felt awash with guilt. I mentally kicked myself for 
succumbing to my base urges. I should have nipped all of 
this in the bud the moment she began asking those 
strange questions. I should have told her to speak to 
her parents about those things. 

A war raged within me as my mind was a tumult of 
feelings and thoughts as well as imaginings. I tried not 
to think of Annabel in a sexual way, but I kept 
picturing her small face rising up off of my cock and 
covered in cum. I imagined her astride Mister Nosey and 
that long stuffed nose stuffing her little cunt. I 
seemed to have a perpetual hard on. 

The remainder of the day went by without incident. 
Annabel, for her part, no longer seemed concerned with 
sexual things and appeared to once again be a seven year 
old moppet. She played with her dolls or one of her 
small computer games. 

She sat and watched me prepare dinner. Then we sat in 
the family room and watched one of the many Disney 
movies she had brought along. I was reminded of my many 
hours as a child; lying in front of the television as a 
child and watching the Sunday Disney Hour. Those mad cap 
characters and their crazy antics. 

Annabel started dozing off around nine and so I told her 
to go change into her 'jamies' and for her to brush her 
teeth. She asked that I tuck her in and I said I would. 

It was an idyllic scene as I sat propped up in her bed 
and read to her from one of the children's books she had 
brought with her. It wasn't long before her eyes closed 
fully and her mouth hung slack. I gently slid out of the 
bed and returned to the family room where I poured 
myself a stiff drink and turned on the evening news.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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