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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Jesse

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Jesse (M/f-teen, inc, ped)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

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A young girl is sent to live with a relative; for her own 
good. The best laid plans.... This story is based in 
truth. The names, ages, places, heck even the hair color 
was changed to protect the guilty.

***

I checked my watch again. It must have been for the 
hundredth time. I hate airports. Almost as much as 
hospitals. I sat at gate B14 waiting for Jesse to arrive. 
I shared my seat with a two-foot, stuffed panda. If I 
heard one more old lady say, "oh, how cute!" I was going 
to punch someone. It had been a last minute purchase at 
one of the overpriced stores in the concourse. I'd seen a 
young girl with tears in her eyes, hugging a stuffed 
animal and had decided at that moment that I would get 
one. 
  
I tried to remember how long it had been since I'd seen 
my niece. Two, no three years. I pictured the little 
urchin I remembered. She had a shock of flaming red hair; 
a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose; and 
piercing grey eyes. All of those traits came from her 
hot-blooded Irish mother. 

My brother was a small mousy brown haired man, and 
luckily, had apparently not contributed any of his 
genetic material to his children. Jesse was the youngest. 
She had been a late child. My brother and his wife had 
been into their forties when she was born. She was twelve 
years younger than her next older sibling and twenty 
years younger than her oldest. 

I knew how she felt. I had been the late child in my 
family. My father had been fifty when I was born, and my 
mother in her mid forties. I had a nephew, my older 
brother's son, who was actually older than I. It made for 
weird conversation. I had been in high school when Jesse 
was born. And I had live with my brother and his family 
while I went to Boston College. I had traded baby-sitting 
for room and board.

I had found a job at the Boston Herald upon graduation 
and had lived in the old neighborhood. My apartment had 
been two houses down from my brother's house and I had 
spent a lot of time with him and his family; watching the 
Bruins and the Celtics on television; drinking beer and 
arguing loudly. We were the average Irish Catholic 
family. Jesse had been my little treasure. 

I had doted on her every time I saw her. I guess we had 
something in common, being the youngest in our respective 
families and both being late children. She had adored me, 
and when I had taken the job in LA. She had cried and 
cried. That had been three years ago. I couldn't remember 
how old she was and cursed myself for it. 

The call from my brother had taken me by surprise. I had 
just settled down to watch the Red Sox play the Angels 
when he had called to ask a favor. He wanted to know if I 
would be willing to take Jesse for the summer. I was 
going to say no, but there was something desperate in his 
voice. 

It had taken a lot of prompting, but he had finally told 
me that they had wanted to get her away from the 
neighborhood for a while. It seemed that a lot of bad 
things were happening and they thought some time away 
might help. I told him that being single wouldn't allow 
me to supervise her as much as she probably needed, but 
he practically begged and so I had agreed.

Now, I sat at LAX awaiting her late arrival. I had begun 
to doze off when a garbled voice announced the arrival of 
United flight 2201 direct from Boston by way of Chicago's 
O'hare International. I've never understood how they can 
call a flight direct if it stops on the way. Just because 
you don't get off the plane doesn't mean it's direct. I 
reminded myself to write an article about that. I knew 
that Wally, my editor would grouse about it, but 
eventually he would relent. 

I stood and joined the milling crowd at the door to the 
jetway. We all tried to make it as hard as possible for 
people to disembark. I watched the first creased and 
ruffled passengers rush out of the jetway. These were 
mostly businessmen who appeared to have only five minutes 
to reach somewhere before it blew up. After them came the 
tow headed surfers. Those blonde haired guys who wear 
shorts at all times of the year and look like they really 
didn't need the plane to fly. 

The people around me started peeling away as their long 
awaited friends and family appeared. There were 
screeches, and embraces, and a lot of back slapping. The 
passengers all had dopey eyed grins and looked like the 
first thing they wanted to do was brush their teeth. I 
waited patiently for my little niece to appear. I thought 
she probably would be escorted by a flight attendant as 
I'd seen many times before. 

The number of passengers flowing out of the gate began to 
dwindle and I felt a slight twinge in my stomach. I 
double checked my note to make sure I had the correct 
flight, as I'd done several times before. Another clot of 
people emerged and I looked up to check them out. As my 
head worked its way from person to person it stopped to 
admire the jeans clad ass of the young woman who had just 
disembarked. She was talking to a tall young man with 
movie star looks. I took my time as I ogled her butt and 
her narrow waist. 

I noticed that she had long flaming red hair that came to 
the middle of her back. It was thick and wavy. I craned 
my neck sideways a bit so that I could get a look at her 
face. I wanted to know if she looked as good from the 
front as from the rear. Her hair prevented me from 
getting a look at her face, but I got a glance at the 
swell of youthful breasts.

I tore my gaze away as more people disembarked, but found 
no niece among them. I decided to do something other than 
just stand there. I walked over to the small carousel 
where the airline employees assigned seating and 
grudgingly provided other assistance. I told an attendant 
that I was expecting my young niece to be arriving on 
that flight and wondered if the children needing 
assistance were the last to disembark. 

The attendant clacked a few computer keys and then ran 
his finger down the screen. He looked up and in a 
condescending voice informed me there were no 
unaccompanied children listed on the manifest. I furrowed 
my brow and tried to think of another question to ask 
when a voice behind me said:

"Uncle Bob?"

I turned around and was struck speechless. I was looking 
at the young woman that I had been scoping out earlier. 
There was no mistaking those piercing grey eyes and that 
dusting of freckles, but the rest of her was alien to me. 
How could she have grown up so quickly. Certainly, it had 
only been three years since I'd last seen her.

I was in such shock that the first words out of my mouth 
were, "Where in the hell did you get that body?"

Jesse's face crinkled up into a big grin and she came and 
wrapped her arms around me. I returned the hug, but felt 
awkward. I hadn't adjusted to her looking that way yet. 
She moved back to arms length and looked at me. 

"God! You're still as handsome as I remember you. You 
must be having a wild time in LA?"

She finally noticed the stuffed animal which hung by my 
side and she looked up at me and laughed. 

"I have a feeling this isn't what you expected?" She 
asked me.

"Hell no!" I told her. "The last time I saw you. You were 
just a little skinny redheaded tomboy. I can not believe 
it's been that long since I last saw you. God, you look 
like you should be in college and I didn't even think you 
were in high school yet."

"Gee, uncle Bob. I'm fourteen now. Of course I'm in high 
school."

"Fourteen! You look like you're twenty!" I blustered.

Things that my brother had said began to make sense now. 
The reasons why he had wanted to get her away from 
Boston. To get her away from trouble. Unfortunately, he 
hadn't told me that she was the trouble. No wonder all 
the bad boys were hanging around. A myriad of thoughts 
ran through my mind. All the cute things I'd planned for 
her this summer just flew out the window. I'd have to 
call my buddy Frank up and tell him to cancel those play 
dates with his daughter. I wondered if they still sold 
chastity belts.

I laughed to myself and put my arm around Jesse's 
shoulders. 

"Come on niece. Let's go get your luggage."

I stayed back from the throng of people at the luggage 
carousel and watched Jesse as she hopped from foot to 
foot as she waited for her luggage to make its way around 
to her. She kept looking back at me and smiling. I 
noticed the attention that the young men, and some of the 
older, paid her. I found it hard not to ogle her ass. It 
was round, and pert, and perfect. 

Those tight blue jeans and the body shirt she wore didn't 
hurt her appearances either. I couldn't believe my 
sister-in-law had allowed her to wear that. I watched as 
two strapping young men jumped to her aid as she 
struggled with a large suitcase. Her smile was like the 
sun as she thanked them both. She looked over at me and 
waggled her eyebrows. She knew the effect she had on men 
and she was using it quite well. Hell, I knew the effect 
she was having on me and she was my niece.

We finally got her three pieces of luggage onto a cart 
and pushed it out to the loading zone. I told her to wait 
and jogged over to where I had parked my car. I thanked 
God for having bought an SUV, because those bags wouldn't 
have fit into anything smaller. I pulled around to the 
loading zone and glared back at the cop who was trying to 
get me to drive through. 

"No parking buddy!" He informed me.

"How about loading? Is that allowed?" I retorted and he 
walked my way. I saw his eyes catch the Press Permit on 
my windshield and he muttered and turned away to make 
someone else's life miserable.

I turned and found Jesse surrounded by three young men in 
sailor uniforms. She was giggling at something one of 
them said and was shaking her head no. I walked up and 
they scattered as they saw me approaching. I trundled her 
bags over to the hatch back and hoisted the equivalent of 
another car into the back of mine. Jesse settled into the 
passenger seat and we wended our way through the throng 
of cars, which were jockeying for a place to park. I saw 
my buddy the cop with his foot up on some hapless guy's 
bumper as he wrote up a summons. The guy was walking in a 
tight circle behind the cop as he raged about the ticket. 

"Real friendly town, uncle Bob," Jesse said and I noticed 
for the first time that she had a deep smoky quality to 
her voice. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

"You talking about the cop or about the sailors?" I asked 
her.

I saw her grinning out of the corner of my eye as she 
responded, "Both!" 

We drove on in silence for awhile as I headed for Anaheim 
and my condo. She started asking me about LA and where I 
lived exactly and finally I found some trace of the 
little girl I knew as she showed excitement over the fact 
that it wasn't far to Disney Land. She asked about my job 
and was happy to hear that I had made arrangements with 
my editor to do a lot of telecommuting this summer so 
that we could spend a lot of time together. 

She asked about beaches and I told her the nearest one 
was quite a ways away, but that we had a pool at the 
building and she could get some sun there. She grinned 
and said that being a red head didn't go too well with 
the sun, but that she liked to swim and would enjoy the 
pool. We chatted about nonsensical things. She told me 
about how things were changing back home. 

The neighborhood was being gentrified. There was even a 
Starbuck's on the corner now where the old grocery store 
had been. I told her I was surprised to hear it and that 
from what her father had told me the neighborhood had 
been going to hell in a hand basket. She smiled and told 
me that her parents didn't have a very good grasp on 
life. She said they spent all their time in the house 
like a couple of hermits. I finally got up the nerve to 
ask about the trouble she was supposedly in and she 
barked a laugh. 

"Mom caught me and Joey Delfonte making out in the parlor 
one night and she freaked out," Jesse said.

"Big Joey Delfonte?" I asked her, picturing my high 
school buddy.

"No, uncle Bob! Jeeze. Give me a little respect, " she 
said and gave me a look that didn't bode well for my 
mental hearth. "It was little Joey."

"Little Joey!" I said in amazement. "I didn't realize he 
was old enough to 'make out'." 

"We're in the same class, uncle Bob. Jeeze, you have been 
away for awhile haven't you?" She said.

"Yeah, I guess. Oh, and do me a favor," I told her.

"Yeah?" she asked warily.

"Stop saying 'Jeeze'. I hate that."

"Okay," she laughed. 

I asked her if she was hungry and she told me she was 
famished. I told her it was too late to cook and offered 
to stop anyplace she wanted to. She said a burger would 
be fine and I pulled into a Carl's Jr, which was a dozen 
blocks from the condo. She asked me what a Carl's Jr. was 
and I told her to picture McDonald's or Burger King 
except with better burgers. We ordered a couple of 
specials and she opted for a chocolate shake. We sat and 
talked about family as she wolfed down her sandwich. I 
took smaller bites of mine and before I could finish she 
was poaching from my french fries. 

"Aren't you worried about getting fat?" I asked her and 
realized I'd have to brush up on things not to say to 
young girls.

She didn't appear to take offense and told me she had 
good genes. I asked if they were Levis and she laughed at 
the inane joke. She must have been tired. She thrust her 
arms up into the air and stretched. It was then that I 
realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The cotton body shirt 
pressed into her breasts and I could make out the faint 
outline of her aureole and her large nipples. Her breasts 
were unbelievably round and I was amazed at their shape; 
especially now that I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. 

I felt the familiar tingle in my crotch that foretold the 
beginning of an erection and I quickly did some 
multiplication tables until it subsided. She blinked her 
eyes and I noticed they had taken on the bleary look of 
exhaustion. I hustled her out to the vehicle and drove 
the short distance to my condo building. We went through 
the security gate to the garage and I had to wake her 
after I turned off the engine. I lugged out two of her 
suitcases and she said nothing of importance was in the 
last so I said I'd come down to get it in the morning or 
after she'd gone to bed.

She marveled at the elevator and was even more impressed 
that I lived on the top floor. The elevator doors opened 
onto a windowed wall and she oohed and aahed at the view. 
There were only two condos on the top floor and I led her 
off to the right. I unlocked the door and keyed off the 
alarm; then I gave her the nickel tour. 

The entryway was a short hallway with a sideboard and 
coat rack. A narrow archway on the right opened onto the 
dining room and a wider one on the left onto the living 
room. I pointed out a door in the far corner of the 
living room and told her that that was the den and where 
I did my work. I told her there was a computer in there 
if she was so inclined. The next door on the right opened 
up onto the kitchen and Jesse oohed at all the brushed 
aluminum. 

On the right again, the next door opened onto a full 
bathroom and I told her it was the one she would use. I 
apologized that she didn't have direct access from her 
bedroom, which was the last door on the right. I thought 
her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she looked 
at the guest bedroom. 

When I had learned of Jesse's coming, I had talked one of 
the woman who worked on the 'Living' section of the paper 
to help me furnish and decorate the room. I had wanted to 
go with pink frills and stuffed animals, but Joanne had 
looked at me in derision and had taken over. All the 
furniture was white birch. The dresser, vanity, night 
stands, four posted bed, and even the antique style hope 
chest at the foot of the bed. 

Joanne had found some old hand made loop rugs and 
scattered them about. There was a five foot cheval mirror 
next to the vanity and a small cabinet which contained a 
stereo system and supported a television set. The only 
part of the decorating she had condescended to letting me 
do was the bedclothes. I had chosen matching off white 
material for the canopy and the duvet. The bed sheets 
were a salmon color and the comforter was a watered silk 
material rendered in white also.

Jesse walked over to the bed and passed her hand over the 
comforter. She turned towards me and a large grin lit up 
her face. She ran into my arms and gave me a big hug. I 
felt her lithe body press against mine and her breasts 
squashed against my chest. I felt a tremble work up my 
legs and then along my spine. Her impact on me was 
amazing. She released me and took another look around.

"Oh! Uncle Bob, it's amazing. I love it. Did you do this 
for me? Wow! Wait until I tell the girls back home about 
this." 

"Well, I had a woman from work do it. You're lucky. I was 
going to decorate the room in pinks and with stuffed 
animals."

She laughed and shook her head. "You really thought I was 
still a little girl didn't you?"

"I wouldn't exactly say that fourteen is all grown up. No 
matter what the outside looks like."

"Oh my God! Uncle Bob, you're blushing. That's so cool. 
My uncle is blushing," she teased. "So you think I look 
hot huhn?"

"That's a hell of a question to ask your uncle," I told 
her and suppressed a smile. "Where do you want these?" I 
asked her indicating the two bags I'd shlepped up the 
elevator. I had dropped them next to the chest of drawers 
and she told me that that was fine. 

"What about the rest of the tour?" She asked me.

"Well, there's only my room left, but if you want to see 
it it's the last door on the left."

We trooped down to my room. Half of it was bedroom and 
the other half exercise room. I had a large brass bed and 
dark mahogany furniture. My floor was carpeted in a beige 
Berber. At the other end of the room there was an 
exercise bike, a Stairmaster, a universal gym, and some 
free weights.

"Not bad," Jesse said, "except for the whole gym decor. 
Not very romantic, uncle Bob."

I showed her how a couple of unfolding panels could be 
used to separate the work out area from the rest of the 
room and she accepted that. She yawned and said she would 
be getting ready for bed. It was almost ten and that made 
it about one a.m. her time. I told her I would go down 
and get the last suitcase now while I still had energy 
left.

I rode down the elevator and thought about the last 
couple of hours. There was a nagging thought at the back 
of my mind that said this would be an adventurous summer. 
I had a feeling I would be playing chaperon more than I 
would uncle. Jesse was an amazing looking girl. No! She 
was beyond amazing. She was one in a million. 

I saw amazing women everyday as I roamed the streets of 
LA, and its surroundings. Hundreds of gorgeous young 
women who came to LA in search of fame and fortune. But, 
few of them had the natural qualities that Jesse had. I 
bet she could crook a finger at any man and have him 
eating out of her hand in moments. God! That ripe figure 
and that long full mane of hair. Those beguiling grey 
eyes and those luscious lips. 

I shook my head as I realized I was drooling over my 
fourteen year old niece. I got the bag out of the vehicle 
and went back up to the condo. I let myself in and huffed 
and puffed down to her room. The door was ajar and I 
pushed it open. My mouth opened and I dropped the 
suitcase onto the floor.

Jesse had been in the act of bending over to get 
something out of another of the bags and her back was to 
me. At first I thought she had nothing on, but I realized 
then that she was wearing thong underwear. Nevertheless, 
I was faced with the perky ass which I'd been ogling all 
night. Jesse stood up and whipped around to see me 
standing there with mouth agape.

"Uncle Bob," she chastised me lightly, "we're going to 
have to learn to knock aren't we."

"Uh.. I'm, uh... sorry, Jesse. I'm not used to having 
anyone staying with me," I stuttered. My eyes were 
riveted on her body. She was wearing only bra and 
panties. The bra was a lacy see through affair and I 
could easily discern her large pink nipples and aureole. 
Her panties were a mere whisp of material and I could 
plainly see the curls of ruddy hair pressed inside. I 
tore my eyes away finally and looked up to see a smiling 
Jesse.

"Seen enough?" She asked and approached me. I backed up 
as she came nearer and then the door swung shut in my 
face. I heard a soft chuckle from the other side of it. 

I turned and walked into the living room. I walked over 
to the wet bar and poured myself a scotch neat. I dropped 
down onto the sofa and took a healthy swig. The image of 
her was burned into my memory. I was a lost man and I 
knew it. How many times had I seen a woman and felt the 
desire to see her naked. Not to touch or to make love to, 
but just to enjoy what must have been an incredible 
sight. 

There was nothing like the naked female form. The soft 
contours, the glowing skin that you just knew would feel 
like silk, and the long legs. I shuddered at the yearning 
that passed through my body. And now, I told myself, I 
would have such a woman in my home. 

No, not a woman, I reminded myself, but a girl. A 
fourteen year old girl with the body that God had 
intended for a grown woman. I knew that I would be 
watching her every move. Her every twist and turn. Her 
every fold and tuck. The toss of her hair. I raised my 
glass and drained it. I felt the whiskey burn down my 
throat and explode into my stomach. I sighed. Sleep would 
not come easily this night.

I awoke the next morning and realized I was still on the 
sofa. I stretched and listened for what had awoken me. I 
knew my waking wasn't natural and suddenly the clink of a 
glass enforced the thought. I stood and stretched. I went 
over the west wall of the living room, which was made 
entirely of smoked glass and looked out over downtown 
Anaheim and out towards the Pacific. 

It was still very early and the shadows were long. I 
watched as the glass in the taller buildings exploded 
with reflected light from the rising sun. The buildings 
seemed to catch on fire as their windows glowed in whites 
and burnished copper. I hadn't lived here long enough to 
become jaded about the view and I drank it in. 

"Wow!" Came a comment from behind me and I turned to find 
Jesse a few steps away. She held a glass of juice in her 
hand which she proffered to me. I mumbled my thanks and 
took it. She stood next to me and we watched the effects 
of the rising sun. It looked as though the iridescent 
light was leaping from building to building like a living 
thing. 

In a matter of minutes the sun had risen high enough that 
the effect was dispelled. Jesse sighed and turned away. I 
watched her retreating back. She wore a long sweat shirt 
that came down to mid thigh and rendered her formless. 
She had pulled her amazing mop of hair to the back of her 
head and tied it into a pony tail high up in back, which 
caused it to swoop up and then cascade down. It reminded 
me of the old song that the 'Big Bopper' used to sing - 
Chantilly Lace. 

I followed her into the kitchen and saw that she had 
found everything she needed. She sat at the small table 
and ate a bowl of cereal. I noticed the coffee maker was 
finishing its cycle and I grabbed a cup.

I hesitated before grabbing another and I looked over at 
her. She read my mind and shook her head no. I poured 
myself a cup and then sweetened and lightened it. I sat 
across from her and joined her in companionable silence. 
She raised her left leg and tucked it in under the right 
one. I watched the girlish maneuver and then tore my eyes 
away. I was sure I'd seen the coppery curls of pubic 
hair. Was it wishful thinking or had I actually seen it. 
I felt my cock stir and could do nothing about it. 

"I'm uh.. going to go and get the paper," I told her and 
spun around quickly to hide my arousal.

I went down to the lobby and found my copy of the Times. 
I opened it as I took the elevator back up and looked at 
the local section to see which of my columns had been 
resurrected during my absence. A small blurb at the top 
of my column explained that I was taking a short vacation 
and that I would be back the following week. 

Below that was an old piece I had done on people who 
built their homes on the sides of hills and then crossed 
their fingers whenever it rained. I had taken a lot of 
flack on that one and expected the paper was hoping to 
resurrect the antagonism. Whatever sold papers was their 
motto.

I wandered back into the kitchen and sat down again. I 
offered part of the paper to Jesse and she took the 
entertainment section. I reached for my cup of coffee and 
stopped with my hand in mid air. She had unfolded the 
section and was holding it between us. She had brought 
both legs up and was now sitting in one of those 
impossible yoga positions that only women can do. 

Her sweat shirt was stretched across her thighs and 
everything underneath it was visible. And I mean 
everything. She wore no panties and her cunt was sitting 
there like an orange waiting to be peeled. She had a 
small mass of hair above her slit, and I couldn't tell if 
it had been trimmed or was just sparse. Her outer lips 
were fat and pouty. I was amazed that her legs being 
spread like that didn't cause her cunt to gape open, but 
it appeared tightly sealed. Even so, I felt my cock 
stiffen once again and I tore my eyes away.

"I uh.. better take a shower," I mumbled as I rose and 
held the paper in front of my evident tumescence. 

Jesse looked up from her section with a look of innocence 
on her face and said she would wait until I was done. I 
walked away and felt her stare scorch me between the 
shoulders. I wondered if that had been on purpose or if 
she hadn't realized what she was doing. I knew very few 
women whose every move wasn't calculated. A thought 
started to form in my mind. I wondered if she was trying 
to seduce me. Had her show the previous evening been an 
accident or had it been planned? And what about this 
morning? 

I shook my head and told myself I was an idiot. She was 
only a fourteen year old girl after all. I didn't think 
she had learned to be that devious yet. I stripped and 
walked into my shower. I turned the water on and 
shuddered under the initial jets of cold water. I stood 
in the middle and let the three shower heads bombard me 
with pulses of warm water. I reached down and grabbed a 
hold of my swollen cock and started gently stroking back 
and forth. 

I watched the swollen head as it was revealed and then 
hidden again by the rolling of my foreskin. My hand began 
to move faster as my cock throbbed with pleasure. I 
thought of Jesse and of her body. I pictured her young 
cunt and the pleasure it might hold. I pictured myself 
probing her young cunt with my tongue and then my cock. 

I groaned loudly as jet after jet of cum flew out of my 
cock and splashed onto the shower floor. I placed a hand 
on the shower wall and leaned onto it as I milked the 
last drops out of my slowly deflating cock. I told myself 
I was a pervert and started to soap up my sponge.

I came out of my room freshly scrubbed and casually 
dressed. I found Jesse in the kitchen putting the dishes 
into the washer. She told me she'd take her shower now 
and I sat down to a second cup of coffee. A few moments 
later I was called upon for assistance. 

I went into the large bathroom and found her standing in 
front of the shower. She told me she didn't know how to 
work it and wondered which shower head she was supposed 
to stand under. I showed her how to pull out the knob and 
turn it to the right to control the temperature. I told 
her the other knob would cause the stream to change from 
spray to massage and she looked at me in wonder. She 
asked why the shower and bath were separate and I 
chuckled. 

I told her the large bath tub was also a Jacuzzi and she 
practically drooled. I left her to her devices and as I 
turned to close the door I caught a glimpse of her terry 
cloth robe sliding off of her body and a swollen breast 
came into view. I closed the door and leaned my forehead 
onto it. Lord! I told myself. What was this young girl 
doing to me. Didn't she know I was only human. I also 
couldn't believe that my cock was rising once again. 

I nursed my coffee as I finished reading the morning news 
and then wandered into my den to work on a new column. I 
had promised Wally at least three columns for the next 
week and so far I hadn't even written one. I remembered 
the morning's blaze of glory and started a column on the 
possibility that the smog in LA.. was getting better. I 
called a friend at UCLA and got a promise from her for 
some hard data on the subject. It felt good to be working 
and I was happily concentrating when a shadow fell across 
my door and I looked up to find Jesse standing there. 

"I wondered where you'd gotten off to," she told me and 
came in and sat in the other chair. "So, this is where 
you work?" 

"Sometimes," I told her, "but mostly I work at the 
office. I do a lot of editing and research for some of 
the feature writers."

She nodded her head, but I could tell she didn't really 
understand what I meant. I wrote a column for the local 
section of the Times and on Sundays my column was 
syndicated, which had meant a lot more money and a lot 
less work, but it hadn't made me rich just comfortable. 
So, I needed to continue doing some of the menial tasks 
that every journalist has to. A lot of footwork and 
research. Talking to people who all had better things to 
do than tell a brash reporter those mundane facts that 
added up to a good piece. I thought about explaining this 
to her, but figured I'd save her from the boring details.

Jesse had dried and brushed her hair. She had pulled it 
all back and it hung down her back and was held together 
by one of those colorful elastic things. She wore a crop 
top which presented her breasts for everyone to ogle and 
also a pair of tight cut offs. I had wondered where to 
take her that day and her attire helped me decide.

"How would you like to drive over to Venice Beach?" I 
asked her. 

"You mean that place you always see on TV with the girls 
in bikinis on roller blades and stuff?" She asked 
enthusiastically.

"That's the one," I told her. "Give me a second to dress 
down and I'll be ready to go."

"Should I bring anything?" She asked as she followed me 
to my room. "Like a swim suit or something?" 

"If you want. We could spend some time on the beach."

She rushed out and I changed into shorts and a sleeveless 
tee shirt and sandals. I wore my swim suit under my 
shorts. I grabbed a couple of beach towels from within my 
closet and rummaged around for some sun block. I went out 
and found Jesse standing by the door. She had put on a 
ball cap and she was as cute as a button. Well actually, 
she was as hot as the sun, but I tried to focus away from 
those thoughts. 

I followed her tight little ass to the elevator and she 
vibrated with anticipation as we rode down to my vehicle. 
We piled in and drove away. Jesse was surprised at how 
long it took to get there. She ventured as how the movies 
always made it seem like Hollywood and Venice Beach and 
everything else were like side by side. It was a glorious 
day and I knew that she wouldn't be disappointed. I found 
a parking lot not far from the beach and mortgaged my 
home for an all day parking spot. I grabbed the beach 
towels and we headed out.

We walked between a couple of buildings and came out onto 
the main causeway. There were already throngs of people 
milling about. Tourists who came to ogle the locals, and 
locals who came to be ogled. Rows of small boutiques 
lined the street and vendors hawked their wares. 

Jesse clutched my arm as she took in the sights and 
sounds. I looked at her and she looked back with a wide 
smile and a gleam in her eyes. We stopped at various 
boutiques so that she could look at swim suits and other 
colorful items. I bought her a pair of sandals to replace 
her sneakers and I carried the bag after she swapped 
shoes. I watched as boys and men craned their necks to 
look her up and down. I even saw one tourist get elbowed 
by his wife as he gave Jesse a going over. 

We stopped and watched a street performer juggle a 
pumpkin, a half gallon of milk, and a chain saw. I gave 
Jesse a dollar and she went over and dropped it into his 
hat after he had finished his performance. Amid all the 
tourists dropping coins into his hat he chose Jesse to 
thank. 

I watched as his eyes ate her up and I felt a twinge of 
jealousy. We stopped to watch an artist render Mona Lisa 
in chalk, then the ubiquitous mime who mimicked people as 
they walked past. I'm always surprised when no one 
punches these guys out, and it gave me an idea for 
another column.

We finally made it to the beach and I spread out our 
beach towels. It wasn't noon yet and the beach wasn't too 
crowded. I slipped off my tee shirt and pants and lie 
back to do some baking. I watched as Jesse shimmied out 
of her cut offs to reveal a high cut bikini bottom, which 
should have been against the law. At least it wasn't a 
thong I told myself. 

I heard a crash and turned to see two bicyclists 
untangling their bikes. One guy was telling the other to 
watch where he was going, but he stopped his harangue as 
he looked over and saw what had distracted the first 
cyclist. They both grinned and one said, "Damnnnnn!" I 
turned to see Jesse peeling off her top to reveal the 
almost nonexistent bikini top. Now that had to be a sin, 
I told myself.

"Does you mother know you wear things like that?" I asked 
her and she merely smiled at me.

She grabbed the sun lotion and started spreading it along 
her long calves and thighs. I looked around and noticed 
that there seemed to be a lot more beach goers around us 
than before. She spread the lotion onto her midsection 
and I looked back to the bike path and noticed that the 
two cyclists had been joined by a handful of others. One 
was a girl, and she leered openly. When Jesse moved her 
oily hands up to rub lotion into her breasts there seemed 
to be a collective sigh from around us. 

"Here," Jesse said as he handed me the tube of lotion, 
"do my back."

She rolled over onto her stomach and I looked down at her 
luscious body. I poured lotion into my hand and I looked 
up to see the anticipation on peoples' faces. I reached 
down and smeared the lotion onto the back of her calves 
and worked up onto her thighs. I spread the lotion on 
liberally, remembering her statement about being a red 
head. 

I continued up her body and poured the cool lotion onto 
the small of her back. Jesse giggled as the cool lotion 
dripped onto her. I spread the lotion around and into the 
top of her ass. Then I worked it up and onto her 
shoulders. I took a breath as I finished and wondered how 
long I'd been holding it. I realized that my cock was 
hard as a rock and hoped that nobody noticed. The 
bicyclists seemed disappointed that the show was over and 
they slowly broke up and went their own ways.

"I've never seen that before," I told Jesse.

"What's that?" she mumbled from her position. 

"How a girl could gather a crowd by stripping down to a 
swimsuit. It's like something from a bad movie," I said 
and lie onto my stomach to hide my cock.

Jesse turned her head my way and I looked into her grey 
eyes as she said, "Men are like lemmings, uncle Bob." 

I had a whole new understanding of my niece now. She was 
very aware of her power and I had a feeling that she 
didn't do anything without a reason.

"So. Tell me?" I asked her, "That little show last night 
and this morning. Was that all for my benefit?"

I saw her lips curve into a smile and she turned her head 
away without answering my question, but in doing so she 
gave me all the answer I needed. A sudden flash of anger 
washed over me and then I felt like laughing. With one 
look, I had been lumped together with all the other 
lemmings of my kind. And I knew she was right. I had 
looked at her with wanting and not as an uncle, but it 
had been inevitable. I told myself that I would try hard 
to protect her, because she was probably doomed to follow 
all the other women of her kind. They had the world in 
their hands, but they always seemed to lose their grips 
on it and it usually wound up crushing them.

The rest of the day continued in this idyllic fashion. We 
sunned ourselves for awhile and then played in the water 
to cool off. We wandered the beach and watched life 
unfold around us. She was enraptured to find that there 
was actually a muscle beach and she laughed in my ear as 
she told me she thought they looked malformed. She was 
surprised to see that some of the men working out were 
celebrities. There was an actor from a popular lifeguard 
show; a football player whose name she actually knew; and 
a couple of guys she'd seen on professional wrestling. 

I'd done a piece on wrestling once and one of the big 
guys recognized me. He came over to say hello, but I knew 
it was to get a closer look at Jesse. He flirted 
shamelessly with her, but realized he was getting 
nowhere. We said our good byes and moved along. 

We rented some roller blades and laughed at our clumsy 
efforts as more experienced skaters zoomed by us. Some of 
them even going backwards. Jesse finally found some 
worthwhile competition among the long legged beauties who 
flitted about in their high cut bikinis. Jesse was 
accepted among them as though she was a member of their 
tribe. She stopped on occasion to pass the time of day 
with some of the centerfold like beauties. They talked 
and giggled like school girls. 

I was amazed to find out that not a single one of the 
girls we met was older than eighteen. I thought about how 
I could turn this into a column. At one point Jesse stood 
talking to four other girls and they all turned to look 
in my direction. The girls twittered and one of them 
waved at me. I waved back and felt like an exhibit at the 
zoo. 

I saw Jesse write something onto the palm of her hand and 
wondered where the pen had come from. A couple of strange 
images flashed through my head, but I pushed them aside. 
Jesse came back over to me after a while and she sat down 
and sipped at my soft drink.

"What was that all about?" I asked her and she looked at 
me and smiled.

"They wanted to know who the hunk was. I told them you 
were my rich boyfriend."

"Thanks," I said and then realized there was no reason to 
feel cheapened.

"The one who waved wants to know if she can jump your 
bones. She has a thing for older men," Jesse told me and 
I looked over to find the busty blonde looking my way. I 
smiled and she looked quickly away.

"Old men, huhn?" I asked.

"I said older men, uncle Bob. Gee! Don't get all 
complexed on me. You're not old yet," she chided.

"No. But, being around you is making me feel like it," I 
told her with a grin.

She giggled and looked at me for a moment before asking, 
"What about a girlfriend? You got one, uncle Bob."

"No. No one that I see on a steady basis. I have a couple 
of women friends that I date occasionally," I told her 
and wondered where this was going.

"Hmmm," she wondered aloud, "what about uh... you know, 
uh relief?"

"Relief," I chuckled, "what kind of question is that for 
a fourteen year old to ask her thirty year old uncle?"

"I was just wondering," she pouted. "Mom says she thinks 
you might be gay."

"She does, does she?" I asked and frowned. "Why does she 
say that?"

"Mostly because you've never been married and because you 
never had a steady girlfriend when you lived in Boston." 

I was about to tell her that I had been too busy fucking 
everything that moved to settle down with one girl, but 
thought better of it. Since moving out to LA, I'd settled 
down some and had a couple of women that I slept with 
fairly often and every now and then there would be the 
one night tryst, but no one had touched my I-want-to-
settle-down-with-one-woman nerve.

"Well, to answer your question, I have sex - with women - 
on occasion and every now and then I go to one of those 
Hollywood orgies."

Jesse's eyes opened wide until she realized I was pulling 
her leg at which point she jabbed me in the ribs and 
skated away before I could retaliate. I caught up to her 
after a couple of blocks and she shrieked as I made a 
grab for her. We played around like a couple of kids for 
a while and then stopped to catch our breath. We made our 
way back to the rental shop and we ransomed our valuables 
with the return of our skates. 

It was mid afternoon by then and I told her she looked 
like she might have had too much sun, so we went back to 
the car and drove back to the condo. She stretched in her 
seat like some type of feline and said how much she'd 
enjoyed our outing. She asked if we could go again and I 
told her we could and we would.

I notice the writing in her palm and asked about it. 

"It's that girl's phone number. She lives around here and 
told me to call her when I have a chance and we could get 
together. That's okay isn't it?" She asked and looked at 
me with concern.

I took my eyes away from the road for a second and looked 
back at her. "I suppose we should sit down and have a 
talk about things when we get back. Sort of set up some 
ground rules and stuff."

I noticed that her pouty lips took on and even more 
pronounced nature and I sighed.

"Don't be like that," I told her, "your parents sent you 
out here for me to look after you. I'm not going to just 
stand back and let you go wild."

She turned her head and glared at me. "You're as bad as 
my parents. You assume that I'm going to do something 
wrong. Why do you all do that?"

"Jesse. You're fourteen years old. It's natural for 
people who love you to be concerned over your welfare. 
It's not that we don't trust you. It's just that there 
are some evil things out there. Evil people. We just want 
to set up boundaries so that you don't have to suffer 
what thousands of other kids have had to find out on 
their own."

She sulked some more and then she sighed and finally 
replied. "I know. It's just that the way mom and dad did 
it; it was like I was being punished all the time."

"I'm sorry," I told her, "I'll try not to make it seem 
like that. As long as you don't leave the condo and are 
in bed by ten. I'll be happy."

Jesse's head whipped around and her mouth opened to say 
something before she realized I was once again teasing 
her. 

"Don't do that!" She cried out and punched me in the 
shoulder.

"Hey!" I yelled back. "I'm driving here."

"Sorry," she said and gave me a fake pout of her luscious 
lips, "but, you deserved that. And I'll give you some 
more if you keep it up." I saw her bunch a fist and 
threaten me with it and we laughed.

We gathered our belongings and rode up the elevator. The 
doors opened at the lobby level and old Mrs. Iverson got 
on. I introduced her to Jesse and told her she'd be 
staying for the summer. I told Jesse that Mrs. Iverson 
was the other person living on our floor. She and Jesse 
made small talk on the way up and Jesse promised she 
would go over and visit on some future occasion. 

We went into the condo and Jesse headed for the shower, 
as did I. I washed off the days accumulation of sun 
lotion and grit and then dried myself off. I stepped out 
of the bathroom and found Jesse standing in the open 
doorway. Her eyes went down to my cock and she sucked in 
her breath. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at my 
face.

"I'm sorry, uncle Bob. I knocked, but I guess you didn't 
hear me," she said. I saw her blush and she turned and 
ran from my room.

I pulled on some pants and a fresh shirt and went out to 
find her. Her door was closed and I thought I could hear 
sobbing from within. I knocked on her door, but she 
didn't respond so I knocked again. I heard some rustling 
from within and then the door opened slowly. I looked at 
my niece's tear stained face and her red eyes. 

"I'm sorry, uncle Bob," she repeated, "don't be mad at 
me."

"Hey! Hey!" I said and wrapped her in my arms. "What's 
this all about? It wasn't that bad."

"I know. I guess everything finally just crashed down on 
me. How come my parents don't love me any more?" She 
asked me and pressed her face into my chest as she 
sobbed.

"Ah, honey. They love you. They're just worried about you 
that's all and they didn't know how to deal with your 
growing up."

"But, they never made Mikey or Joey go away," she told 
me, referring to her grown up brothers.

I remembered what a handful those two had been and 
suddenly I realized that my brother and his wife really 
didn't know how to deal with their children.

"Well, I think dealing with a couple of hellions like 
your brothers was probably less of a problem for them 
than dealing with this, " I told her and held her at arms 
length and looked her up and down. 

Jesse smiled at me through her tears and hugged me once 
again. We stood there for a while until she finally let 
me go and wiped away the last of her tears. Her eyes were 
red and her lips were even puffier than usual if that 
were possible. 

"Now. What did you come looking for in my room?" I asked 
her.

Jesse smiled and looked down at the floor. "I, uh.. I 
wanted to ask if you had something for sunburn. I think 
you were right about getting too much sun."

"Well, let's go see what I've got. I think I remember a 
jar of Noxema that someone left here."

We went back into my bathroom and I opened the medicine 
cabinet. There was a half used jar of the greasy ointment 
in there and I gave it to Jesse. She asked if I could put 
some onto her upper back and she turned and lowered her 
terry cloth robe and exposed her shoulders and upper back 
to me. 

For some reason this affected me more than anything else 
she'd done thus far and I felt my arousal surge into my 
loins. I gently spread the lotion onto her pink skin and 
she sighed as the cool ointment cooled it off. I spread 
down as far as her shoulder blades and up onto her neck. 
She moaned and told me how good it felt. I looked over 
her shoulder and could see the swell of her breasts. 

More than anything I'd ever wished for; I wanted that 
robe to open so that I could see her bounty. She must of 
felt my ardor as she pulled her robe up and thanked me 
for my assistance. I whispered hoarsely that it was no 
problem and she took the jar and left me with my swollen 
cock. 

As soon as my bedroom door closed, I unzipped my pants 
and pulled out my hard-on. I wondered if I was going to 
spend all summer trying to rub the skin off my cock and I 
pumped it until sperm splashed into the sink. I leaned on 
the sink for a while until I could think clearly again 
and then tucked away my penis and went to see about 
supper. 

I went into the kitchen and found Jesse there. She was 
wearing the top part of a two piece swim suit and I 
thanked God that it did a good job of covering her tits. 
She told me that this top was more comfortable with her 
sunburn. She helped me throw together a salad and she 
watched as I did a couple of steaks on the indoor grill. 
We both tore into our dinners. 

It had been a long day and we were both famished. We 
talked about school and she told me about her friends and 
which classes she liked and which teachers she hated. She 
was doing well in school and hoped to get a scholarship 
when the time came for her to go on to college. I finally 
built up the nerve and finally asked her the question 
that had been nagging at me since the previous day.

"Jesse? Do you have any problems because of the way you 
uh... look?" 

She looked up from her steak and looked into my eyes. I 
read a book there and knew that this was a touchy 
subject. 

"I've.. I've only looked like this for about a year now," 
she told me. "When I left grammar school, I was just a 
skinny kid without boobs. But, like in a year, everything 
started growing and pushing out everywhere. For the 
longest time, I felt like a freak. I thought people were 
looking at me because I looked weird or something, but 
then I slowly realized that that's not why they were 
looking."

I stayed quiet and only nodded.

"Then people started doing weird things, you know. Like 
boys I'd known my whole life had a hard time talking to 
me and teachers would look at my boobs when they talked 
to me. Some of them even said things that I realized they 
shouldn't. You know like helping with my grades," Jesse 
waggled her eyebrows as she said the last.

I nodded again and looked at her encouragingly.

"And then all these hunky guys started asking me out. 
Gee, I was only thirteen and I'd never even been out on a 
date and these guys in high school were stopping to talk 
to me, and wanting me to go with them for a ride, or to 
the movies, or to the beach. It was really wild. I was a 
little scared at first, but I realized that I had this 
strange power. I could tell guys to leave me alone and 
they'd get all flustered and stuff. Or, I could look over 
at someone and they'd come running over and ask me if I 
needed anything."

I had been right when I told myself that Jesse knew she 
had power over men. Here she was telling me about how she 
had discovered it. 

"Even my relatives, uncle Bob. My uncles and cousins, my 
brothers and even..." she hesitated for a second as she 
sought the courage to continue, "even... my dad started 
treating me differently. Dad keeps trying to see me 
naked, uncle Bob."

"I'm sure it's just your imagination, Jesse," I told her, 
but it wasn't heartfelt.

"No, it isn't. I had to put a lock on my bedroom door and 
started putting a chair under the knob of the bathroom. I 
even found a hole in my bedroom wall that opened into mom 
and dad's closet."

I sat back stunned. I had a feeling that the real reason 
for her exile had finally surfaced. My own brother. 
Spying on his daughter. I shook my head and then realized 
that I was just as bad. I had felt the desire to see her 
naked and I still did. I hoped I wouldn't go to the 
lengths my brother had.

"I, uh.. I, I don't know what to say, Jesse," I told her.

She smiled weakly and pushed her salad around, "That's 
okay, uncle Bob. I know it's no one's fault. I'm only 
sorry that I've caused so much trouble."

"Hey, it's not your fault. Nature was just a little too 
good to you that's all."

Jesse looked up and grinned at me. "Yeah! Well she wasn't 
too bad to you either."

I notice Jesse glimpse down at my crotch and I blushed. 
"Jesse!" 

"I'm sorry, uncle Bob, but turn about is fair play."

"Turn about?" I asked her, not knowing which time she 
alluded to.

"Oh, you already forgot about this morning at breakfast?" 
She asked.

"This morning?" I replied and remembered her beaver shot. 
"Now, that's a little different than spying on someone. 
Somebody goes out of their way so that somebody can see 
their, uh... their genitalia. That's not at all like 
walking in on someone coming out of the shower."

Jesse giggled. "That's the first time I've ever seen a 
naked man, uncle Bob. I hadn't even seen a grown man's 
uh.. penis before. Only in pictures."

"You hadn't?" I was surprised somehow that this little 
vixen hadn't seen at least one guy's cock. "And what 
about that little show you put on this morning? Do you 
always display your goods like that?"

"No," she said and looked away sheepishly. "I'd never 
done that before. I had this strange Idea that if I did 
that you would make love to me."

You could have knocked me over with a feather when she 
said that. And, you could have hit me with a two by four 
and I wouldn't have felt it. I was stunned. No, I was in 
shock. I couldn't feel my body anymore.

"What?" squeaked out of my throat.

"I've... I've never made love," she told me without 
looking up, "and I've been having all of these feelings 
lately. I just want to know what it feels like."

"Jesse!" I coughed. "You're just fourteen for pete's 
sake. You've got a lifetime to find out what sex is all 
about. Why rush into it now?"

"Uncle Bob," Jesse said as she looked up at me with a 
determined fire in her eyes, "if I don't get fucked soon. 
I'm going to go find a complete stranger and let him do 
it to me."

I looked into her eyes and saw that she meant it. I was 
at a loss. What was I supposed to do. Jump up and drag 
her into the bedroom. Tell her that I was volunteering 
for the job. This was insanity and I had no clue as to 
how to proceed. 

"Well. You think you can hold off for a while?" I asked 
her.

Jesse broke into tearful laughter. "I'm not going to rush 
out and do it right this minute, silly."

"Thank God," I mumbled and she laughed at my 
disconcertedness.

"I'm too tired to talk about this now. How about we 
continue this conversation tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said and got up and started clearing the 
table.

We cleared and washed and then went to our separate 
rooms. The sun and skating had taken its toll on me and I 
felt the sandman calling my name. I stripped out of my 
clothes and fell into bed. If I dreamed I didn't 
remember. I awoke the next morning to a strange humming 
sound. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't grasp it. 

hen I realized that it was my exercycle. I sat up in bed 
and looked over to see Jesse peddling madly away. She 
caught the movement of my waking and she looked over and 
grinned at me. She was wearing a walkman and when she 
talked she spoke loudly as though talking to someone who 
was hearing impaired. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," she grinned. 

I looked at the bedside table and saw that it was already 
nine a.m.. I hadn't slept that late in ages. I looked 
back at Jesse and watched her work out. She wore lycra 
shorts and a tube top. Her hair was thrust up onto her 
head and stuck out like a plant that had been neglected. 
There was a fine sheen of sweat on her face and she 
seemed to glow. I tapped my ear and she nodded and pulled 
her headset off.

"How long have you been on there?" I asked her.

She looked down for a second and then looked back at me, 
"For about twelve miles!" 

I fell back onto my pillow and groused to myself about 
youthful energy. I heard Jesse laugh and I looked down 
the length of my body to see what she found so humorous. 
There was something between her and I, and that was a 
morning hard-on. I felt the sudden urge to urinate and 
also to hide my tumescence from leering eyes.

"Does that mean you're happy to see me?" Jesse lampooned.

"It means I have to use the john. Don't flatter yourself. 
Not everyone is overwhelmed by your womanly charms, " I 
lied as I watched her breasts move under her top.

She threw her head back and barked a laugh and then 
looked at me and pouted. Damn she was magnificent. I was 
starting to feel like I never wanted her to go away. I 
slid to the edge of the bed and without thinking pulled 
the sheet off and sat up. I was rubbing the sleep out of 
my eyes when I heard the exercycle falter and I looked 
over to see Jesse's eyes as big as saucers. She was 
staring at me. I looked down and saw my swollen cock 
staring back. I quickly grabbed a pillow and blushed 
deeply.

"Damn, uncle Bob. How big does that thing get?" She asked 
me.

"Never mind how big it gets. Throw me that robe will 
you," I asked her and pointed to a colorful affair which 
hung on my closet door.

She shook her head no. 

"What do you mean no?" I asked.

"Uh un! I want to see more," she said and giggled.

I looked at her for a moment and then shrugged my 
shoulders. Two could play this game. I stood up and 
stretched my arms over my head. My erect cock stuck out 
and bobbed around like a compass needle. I turned and 
walked towards my bathroom. This took me within a couple 
feet of her and I watched her stare at my cock. I felt a 
sudden surge of arousal and my cock bounced up as I came 
near. 

Her eyes got even bigger and her mouth hung open. I 
walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I hoped her 
youthful curiosity had been satisfied. I wondered if I 
had done the right thing. I hoped I hadn't just added gas 
to the fire. I stood over the toilet and sighed as I 
relieved my bladder. I shook off the last drops and 
flushed. Then I turned to the shower and turned it on. I 
got in and put my head under one of the sprays. 

I left the water on cold for a few moments and let it run 
across the back of my neck. I felt revived and adjusted 
the water to a warmer temperature. I grabbed the soap and 
started sudsing my chest. I had my back to the door and I 
suddenly heard the rattle of the shower door. I turned 
and found Jesse stepping inside.

I backed away from her and my back slammed into the 
shower wall. She stood still and just looked at me with 
saucer sized eyes. I couldn't tell if she was waiting for 
me to yell at her for doing this or if she was waiting 
for me to voice my approval of her body. Her hands 
fidgeted by her side. 

I looked at her and my breath came in ragged gasps. Her 
breast were the size of large grapefruits. Her waist was 
impossibly narrow and her hips were boyish. I felt my 
cock rise until it pointed at her. I stepped forward and 
pulled her into my arms. My mouth crushed into hers and I 
felt her melt into my arms. She returned the kiss with 
fervor. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I 
opened mine to let her in. 

The touch of her tongue on mine was electrifying. I felt 
her breath catch in her throat. I slid a hand down her 
back and onto her ass. I cupped one of her cheeks and 
drew her into me. I felt my cock pressed in between us 
and I shuddered. I pulled my mouth away and looked into 
her eyes. There was pleading there and I surrendered all 
common sense. I turned off the water and grabbed her 
hand. I pulled her along and pushed her down onto my bed.

I looked down at the vision that was my niece and I felt 
an animal arousal that was akin to blood lust. You would 
have needed ten strong men to stop me from doing this. I 
lowered myself onto her and brought my lips to hers once 
again. I brought a hand up and cupped one of her breasts. 
Her body jerked in response. I pulled my tongue from her 
mouth and lowered it to her turgid nipple. She sucked in 
a breath as I sucked in her nipple. My hand squeezed and 
caressed her breast and I felt her move in excitement. I 
moved my mouth to the other breast and worshiped that one 
as well. 

I looked up into her eyes as I pushed myself down her 
body. Her eyes got bigger as my mouth neared her cunt. My 
chin brushed her clit and she closed her eyes and moaned. 
Her cunt was swollen and her outer lips had furled like a 
flower. I dragged my tongue along the length of her slit 
and she moved her hips as the pleasure moved up her body. 
I pushed my tongue past her meaty lips and opened her up. 
I felt a gush of moisture wash over my tongue and I 
savored it. I extended my tongue and pushed it into her. 

I did this for a while and she reached down and ran her 
fingers through my hair. I had a feeling that if I 
stopped she would grab hold and push my face back into 
her. I studied her cunt and saw that her clitoris had 
swelled and was peaking out from under its little hood. I 
was impressed by its size. It was as wide as a dime and 
it stuck out like the tip of a small finger. I swept my 
tongue up and took a swipe at it. 

Jesse let out a squeal and her hands tangled roughly in 
my hair. I stopped and looked up at her. Her eyes stared 
back with a wild intensity. She pushed down on my head 
and I chuckled at her insistence. I hoped I would be left 
some hair before this was done.

I poked and licked her clit and she moaned and tried to 
buck me off. I held on to her hips and did my best to 
stay on target. I felt her thighs open and close and her 
stomach muscles tightened. I knew she was nearing her 
orgasm and I pulled away. She stared at me wildly and her 
mouth worked silently. I pulled myself up and placed my 
cock at her opening. Her mouth opened and she dragged in 
a breath. 

I pushed my cock into her slowly and lowered my mouth to 
hers. My cock head hadn't even slipped in all the way 
when it came up against a barrier. It was her maidenhead. 
My first thought was how I had missed it when I was down 
there eating her out. My second thought was that I 
couldn't go through with this. I pulled my cock away and 
rolled off of her.

"No!" Jesse screeched at me and pulled on my arm, trying 
to get me back into the saddle. "Don't leave me like 
this!" She pleaded.

I moved down her body again and brought my mouth to her 
cunt again. I did my best to tease and prolong her 
cumming. I licked and prodded all of her sensitive parts 
and reached up and played with her breasts as I tongued 
her. In less than a minute, she reached down and slammed 
my face into her cunt as she shouted, "Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Her body flailed about and I held on for dear life. Her 
back arched and her fingers clutched my hair even harder. 
I felt her body give off a few more shudders as she took 
in a long gasping breath and her fingers loosened and 
finally released their death grip on my brown locks.

I rose up on my knees and rubbed my scalp. I gave her an 
accusatory glance and she broke into laughter. She curled 
up into a fetal position.

"Don't make me laugh," she stated. "My stomach muscles 
are sore enough."

I looked down at my niece and felt guilt wash over me. I 
hadn't been man enough to resist her charms. I didn't 
know if I could ever look at myself in the mirror again. 
I walked back to the shower like an automaton. I stepped 
in and turned on the water. I began to wash in a mindless 
haze. I felt her arms come around me as she crushed her 
breasts into my back. 

"It's okay, uncle Bob," she said as though reading my 
mind.

"I'm sorry," I told her, but I don't know if she knew 
what I was sorry for.

"Why didn't you do it?" She asked me and I felt her hand 
move down and across my stomach.

My body shuddered as her hand reached my still hard cock. 
I was like a teenage boy having his first sexual 
encounter. My mind shouted at me to stop her. It said 
that things had gone too far. I had almost deflowered my 
fourteen year old niece. My goddess of a niece.

"I.. I just couldn't. You should have told me."

"I told you I'd never even seen a grown man's penis 
before," she reminded me and squeezed mine as she said 
it. 

I felt her lips press into my back near my shoulder 
blades and then again a few inches lower. The next kiss 
made me realize she was moving down my body and I 
trembled again. I told myself to stop her, but my will 
was so weak. Her lips were like fire as they worked down 
my back and then around to my hip. I looked down as she 
pulled on my hip and made me turn to face her. 

The shower spray was moistening her hair and as it 
straightened it appeared to flow from her head like 
molten lava. The effect was surreal and my breath caught 
in my throat. I felt like I was being seduced by a 
goddess from mythology. She grasped my cock again and 
stroked her hand back and forth. She watched as the 
foreskin rolled part way up and then back again. Her hand 
was tight and I winced as she pulled back too far.

"Sorry," she smiled and loosened her grip, "tell me if I 
do something wrong."

"Just handle it gently," I told her, "it means a lot to 
me."

She smiled as she looked up into my eyes. She returned 
her gaze to my cock and I watched as her tongue came out 
to moisten her lips. The anticipation was almost 
unbearable. I wanted to shout, "suck it for God's sake" 
but I let her go at her own speed. I only hoped there was 
enough hot water to last that long. 

She studied my cock some more and opened her mouth. She 
looked like a young woman about to try her first piece of 
sushi. Her tongue brushed across the bottom of the head 
and my legs shook as though I'd just run the Boston 
marathon. She looked up at me again and smiled. Her 
tongue went back to its work with more determination this 
time as it played about the head and shaft. 

Every time she touched me it was like an electric shock. 
It was as if it was my first time also. Looking up at me 
with her large eyes she bent forward and finally slid the 
head of my cock into her mouth. I groaned loudly; as much 
for the feeling as for the lascivious sight. I saw her 
smile around my cock and then I felt her tongue play 
along the bottom of my glans as she closed her mouth 
around my cock and sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and it 
became slightly uncomfortable.

"Not so hard," I told her and reached down to put a hand 
on her head.

The pressured lessened, but she still didn't take more of 
me in. I took the lead and pushed on her head with my 
hand. Her eyes looked up questioningly and then she 
realized what I wanted and she took in another three 
inches of my cock. I pushed her head back and her mouth 
slid back until only the head was still in her mouth. 
Then she took me in again without my prompting. 

"Oh yeah!" I said without thinking and she moaned along 
with me.

Her head started moving a little faster as she licked and 
slurped on my aching cock. I knew I would explode in a 
matter of moments. She developed a rhythm as her mouth 
moved up and down my cock and she closed her eyes as she 
worked on me. She had a look of contentment on her face 
as though she enjoyed what she was doing. I felt her 
tongue circle the head of my cock as she experimented 
with different things. She pulled off after a few more 
strokes and licked along the shaft.

"Am I doing it right?" She asked and looked up at me 
seeking affirmation.

"Baby, you're doing just great," I told her and watched 
as she smiled and then engulfed my cock once again.

Her mouth moved up and down relentlessly now and her hand 
squeezed and released the exposed part of my cock in 
rhythm with her sucking. Her head started to roll from 
side to side as she bobbed up and down and she suddenly 
joined the corps of expert cock suckers. I was in 
ecstasy. I realized that my balls were tight up against 
my body and knew that I'd be spraying the inside of her 
mouth in moments. I debated whether I should warn her and 
chastised myself for being selfish.

"I'm going to cum, baby," I told her.

Jesse's eyes opened and she looked up at me with a frown 
on her face. It was as though she hadn't thought about it 
and she probably hadn't. She had never seen a man 
ejaculate before and didn't know what to expect. Her 
mouth faltered and she slowed. I put a hand back on her 
head and encouraged her to continue.

"You can pull off when I start to cum, sweety. Just 
stroke with your hand okay? Please?"

"Umm hmm," came the muffled reply.

I watched her eyes widen as she felt my cock swell in her 
mouth. I felt the surge of cum rush up the length of my 
cock and knew it had jetted into her mouth. She pulled 
off with a gasp and another jet hit her on the upper lip. 
I put my hand on hers and helped her stroke my cock. 

The next spurt splashed against her throat and she 
watched my cock intently. She was fascinated and she 
picked up the stroking on her own. She squeezed as she 
stroked as though she were milking a cow. Another weaker 
jet shot out and landed onto her forearm and then another 
only dribbled out and laced her hand.

A few more weak bubbles of cum were squeezed out as she 
milked me and then she surprised me as she leaned forward 
and sucked the head into her mouth once again. I leaned 
back against the shower wall as though I had no power 
over my body. I watched as she sucked and licked my cock 
as though she were cleaning it. 

She pulled off my cock and looked at it as it began to 
shrink. She giggled at the sight. She noticed the gobs of 
cum on her hand and I watched as she licked one off. I 
could see her roll it around in her mouth as she tried to 
decide if it was bad or not. She gave a small shrug of 
her shoulders and then she rose up to a standing 
position. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her 
head on my chest.

"Did you like?" She murmured.

My only reply was a loud sigh. She smiled and snuggled in 
deeper. I reached over and turned the valve to increase 
the water temperature. We stood there for a while as the 
steam rose around us. I felt my head droop and realized I 
was falling asleep. I pushed her back and reached for the 
soap. 

She looked at me and smiled as she raised her arms above 
her head and offered me her body. I brought the soap to 
her chest and started to work up a lather. She closed her 
eyes and moaned as I worked the soap into her breasts. 

I wondered if I was going to survive the summer, and I 
wondered also, if I were going to be brave enough to take 
her virginity. I felt a wave of guilt pass over me, but I 
ignored it. I might be damned I told myself, but I'd be 
the only man in hell with a smile on his face.

The End