Wildfire
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Used by permission of the author's estate
� 2006 STEVESAINT
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I�m driving down I-15, on my way to Henderson, Nevada, heading to my brother�s house, singing along to the oldies playing on a weakening FM station on a hot August day.
��And the pony she named Wildfire��
A momentary flash of memory and the singer�s name pops into my head: something like Michael Murphey�was he a country guy, or a rock guy?�can�t remember, but I sure did like that song!
I chuckle a little thinking about the song�s title and the reason for my trip.� My 9-year-old niece Erica can sure be a little wildfire sometimes, and I�m going to have to put up with her for a couple of weeks while my older brother �sorts things out.�� You see, my bro has been sorting things out for quite a while since his wife was killed in a car wreck when Erica was four.� The oldest of five brothers (I�m the youngest), John has not recovered; still devastated, still grieving, still wasting away.� Motherless though she is, Erica has turned into quite a young lady.� I�ve always heard people use the word �precocious� in referring to children, but it wasn�t until I�ve seen her grow up that I knew just what it meant.� What a ball of fire; always asking questions, never satisfied with the answers, and forever looking for more.� We brothers have tried to take care of John and Erica, helping out whenever we could though the four of us live quite a ways away.� It�s usually my brother Ted (second oldest) who answers the call to watch Erica and house-sit when John has a �crisis.� �Sometimes it�s a drinking binge; sometimes it�s another vice, such as gambling away his money, but whatever it is it�s simply running away from reality.� It�s my turn, not Ted�s to hold the fort this time.
When I drive into the big curved driveway I can�t help but marvel at how beautiful the old house is, although I see subtle signs of neglect when I look closer.� John meets me at the door, looking haggard.
�Thanks for coming, Billy.�
�You know I can�t pass up a week explaining the world to your daughter,� I answer with a laugh.
He�s going off to Los Angeles, some self-help seminars that I�m sure cost hundreds to attend and will give him nothing but lost weeks from his life.� �C�mon in�Erica�s around here somewhere���He says almost absentmindedly, not offering to help with my bags.� That�s okay, they�re not heavy.
�Hi, Uncle Bill!�� She runs and jumps up into my arms.� �I�m so glad you could come and stay with me,� she says before planting a big kiss on my cheek.
I lower her to the floor.� �You mean �baby-sit� don�t you?�� I know what response THAT will get.
�I�m not a baby anymore,� she defiantly answers, hands on hips.� �I�m almost ten.�
�Almost doesn�t cut it in my book.�
She acts as the woman scorned for a few seconds, before her face breaks out in a broad smile and hugs me again.� She has grown a bit since the last time I saw her; she�ll be quite a catch when she�s in her teens, I imagine�that�s if any boy can live up to her standards!� I don�t think I�ve ever met anyone as inquisitive�some would use words like �nagging� and �picky��as this girl.
�Daddy, I�m going to escort Uncle Bill to his room,� she says with a theatrical flourish and takes me by the arm, leading me to the stairwell.
�My, my, for what do I deserve this honor, Milady?�
�Because you�re my favorite uncle,� she replies, her face beaming.
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Later, after we ate a quickly thrown together dinner, John left for his seminar.� He�s driving the five hours or so to LA, which isn�t too bad considering the distance I just drove to get here.� Erica and I watched some television before it was time for both of us to hit the sack.�� In the guest bedroom that would be mine for the week, I slowly stripped off shoes, socks and shirt.� As I began to unbuckle my belt, I realize that Erica is standing in the doorway, dressed in a cute little cotton nightgown.
�Ah, Uncle Bill�I just want to say goodnight.�
�Well, goodnight sweetheart�why don�t you give Uncle Bill a big hug, okay?�
She leapt into my arms as she did before and hugged me tight.
�Goodnight,� she practically whispers to me.� Feeling the heat of her radiating through the thin cotton cloth, I can�t help but realize how long it�s been since I�ve been with a woman.� Shit, get that thought out of your mind, old Billy-boy, I think to myself as I lower her once again to the floor.
�We�re going to have the greatest time�I�m so glad it�s you that came to baby-sit me,� she laughs at her use of the word.
I give her a quick swat on her little butt.� �Okay, now, go to bed, you little scamp.�� I finish undressing and get ready for bed.� I usually sleep in the buff, and though away from home, tonight is no exception.� The cool sheets feel good against my bare skin as I fall asleep, soon to be dreaming of naked women in strange places�such are the dreams of horny men.
I awoke the next morning with a raging hard-on.� Just as I decide to masturbate, I hear a giggle from the doorway and look up to see Erica standing there in her nightie, her hand to her mouth and staring intently at my erection.
Before I can say anything, Erica pipes in, �Your Willy is soooooo much bigger than Uncle Ted�s.�� She giggles again.� �Why is it so stiff?�
I grab the sheets and cover myself, a voice in my head wondering how she knows the size of my brother�s cock.� �Never mind my �Willy��Get out of here and go get dressed.� As soon as I shower and get dressed myself, I�ll be down to fix us up some breakfast.�
She giggles again and scampers off, a blur of white cotton fabric.� While showering, I mull over what she said�does she spy on us men to see what we�ve got, or is there something more to it?� Later, sitting on stools at the kitchen nook eating our bacon and scrambled eggs breakfast I threw together, I asked her.
�Uncle Teddy is always trying to get me to touch his Willy, but I won�t�and that makes him soooooo mad.�
�Come on, Erica�you know it�s called a penis, don�t you?� It�s okay to use that word �cause it�s the scientific name.� Now�does Uncle Ted try to get you to do anything else beside look at and touch his penis?�
�N-n-n-n-no��� She looks away embarrassingly.� �He tells me these weird stories about princesses riding on horses�I feel funny when he tells me those�he gets real creepy, and then tries to get me to feel his Willy�I mean, his�penis.�� Her face red, she turns back to look at me and says, �I never touched it.�
�Did he ever, you know�touch you?�
�Oh, no, Uncle Bill�I would never let him�that made him real weird like, but he wouldn�t stay mad for long�and he is always nice to me��
I�m stunned to realize the portrait she�s painting of my brother: a pervert or worse, a child molester?� �Did you ever tell your dad about what Uncle Ted was doing?�
�No!� It�s not like he was hurting me or anything�it was just, like, weird, that�s all.�� She went back to her eggs, the discussion apparently over.
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That morning we did a little grocery shopping.� By the selections she made, I�m sure her dad hasn�t been thinking too much lately about her nutrition.� She didn�t grab a lot of junk like I�d expect a normal 9-year-old to do, but concentrated on picking up some pretty wholesome stuff.� My admiration for this special girl grows with every passing moment.
With the groceries stored and Erica ensconced in front of the TV set, I went for a jog.� It�s so peaceful out here, I muse.� The houses in this area are well apart from each other, and with little traffic, it means miles of pleasant running.� As I run, I spot a figure jogging up ahead of me�looks like a woman.� I�m catching up with her quickly; as her pace isn�t anywhere near mine this morning.
�Good morning�it�s still morning isn�t it?�� I say, feigning a look at my now bare wrist as I settle in beside her.
In a winded voice, she wheezes, �Oh hi�good�morning�back�at�you��
�You look like you could use a break.� Why don�t we stop and rest at that stone wall, okay?� �Pointing toward a wall we�re approaching along the side of the road.� �I could use a break too,� pretending to wheeze a little myself.
She�s practically a neighbor, I find out: a good-looking blonde�maybe mid to late 30s�on the heavy side but not fat.� We sat and talked for a while.� Susan�s divorced and living alone in a house down the road from John�s.� I give her a rundown on who I am and why I�m here without going into too much detail.� She says she knows the house, but doesn�t know John.� I figure he doesn�t get out much.
�Hey, why don�t you come over tonight for dinner?� ��Is this me asking, or my cock?� �It�s just me and my niece�I can be a good cook when I try hard enough�how about it?
She said yes.� Wow, I�m here one day and I have a date!
Even though Erica was less than thrilled at the idea of a �strange woman� sharing our dinner, we had a marvelous time.� I must say I outdid myself with the cooking and preparation.� Susan made glowing comments throughout the feast, and she and Erica seemed to hit it off okay.� Following dinner, I started a fire in the fireplace, and Susan and I sat before it sipping wine and getting to know each other.� Before we even kissed for the first time, I knew we would make love tonight.
After Erica went to bed, I pulled some blankets from the linen closet, spread them out, and we cuddled up on the floor before the roaring fire.� While I fidgeted with her buttons, she stopped me and arose from the blankets.� Slowly she stripped off her clothes standing there before me.� At the sight of her shaved pussy, and meaty thighs that surround it, my stiffening cock twanged to full erection.� My clothes are off in no time at all and soon she�s in my arms, my fingers probing and tweaking her clit.
Between moans, she whimpers, �Fuck me�fuck me, Bill�� so I climb between her legs and enter her.� She�s so wet I slide into her easily.� I�m so hot myself that my thrusts are rapid and animalistic.� �Yes�yes�fuck me hard with�your�big cock�yes,� she continues to whimper.�
Thankfully she�s not a screamer, what with my niece asleep upstairs, but her low mewling quickly intensifies to the point I know she�s nearing orgasm.� As I explode into her, I catch a glimpse of flashing white at the top of the stairs.� Erica?
Susan spent the night in my bed.� We fucked again in the morning, slower and more intimate than the night before.� All the while I had the feeling I was being watched.� When it was time to take Susan home, Erica was nowhere to be found.
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I threw my suit on and went out to the pool for a short swim before settling into a lounge chair to catch some rays.� The pool was showing signs of neglect like the house, but at least the water was reasonably clean.� Since breakfast Erica hasn�t said two words to me and seems to be in hiding for some reason.� Obviously, her snit is because of Susan, but why?� Even though she said she didn�t know him, has Susan slept with John here before, and now I�ve �stolen� her away?� Maybe Erica just doesn�t like her, although they seemed to get along okay last night.� Will I ever understand the thought processes of a nine-year-old girl?
I must have dozed a few minutes, because I jumped when a nearby voice pipes in, �Can I go for a swim in the pool?
Erica was beside me, wearing a flower-print one-piece suit.� �Of course you can honey,� I answered.� �It�s your pool isn�t it?�� I smile, but she doesn�t reciprocate.� With a big splash, she�s in the water.
She wasn�t in the water long.� I only peripherally paid attention as she climbed from the pool and sprawled out on a lounger next to me.
�Do you think this bathing suit is sexy?�
What the fuck?� �You�re nine��sexy� isn�t for 9-year-olds.�� I wasn�t going to encourage her, but the provocative way she�s laying there and the look in her eyes belie my words.
�I�m tired of this little girl bathing suit.� I want a bikini like the other girls have.��
What other girls?� She�s waiting for me to say something, but I�ll keep my mouth shut for now.�
After a moment, she says, �It�s not fair that boys get to tan almost all over but I have to be all covered up.�� She exaggerates a pout for my benefit.
She�s definitely grown up in a lot of ways these past few years; her father won�t think this way, but why not let her feel grown up too.� �Why don�t I take you shopping tomorrow for a new suit?�
�Oh, Uncle Bill���She runs over and jumps on me.� �You�re the best uncle in the whole world,� giving me a hug and a kiss.
With her wet form on top of me, I can feel her heat against my bare chest.� Am I glad my needs were met by Susan last night and this morning!
Next morning, in the car going to the mall, I broached the subject of her and Susan.
�You�I don�t know�seemed upset with me for having Susan over the other night.� Is there something I should know about?�
�No, it�s okay, I guess.�
I mimic her pouty-faced inflection.� � �It�s okay, I guess,��well you�re not getting out of it that easy, girl�spit it out�I happen to think she�s a very nice lady.�
�I�m sure you do.�
�What�s that supposed to mean?�
��You came here to take care of me, not her.�� Her face reddens and she averts her eyes.� �I mean�ah�like, I want you to spend time with me�ah�oh, never mind.�
Dammit to hell, she�s jealous!� I don�t believe it.� �See, isn�t it better that you got it out?� I�ll tell you what�I�ll spend all my time with you until your father gets home, okay?�
She gave me one of her thousand-watt smiles.� I now know that she indeed saw Susan and me getting it on in front of the fireplace.� How is that playing in her prepubescent imagination?
At the mall, we visited a few clothing stores without luck until she spotted a beachwear store that seemed to cater mostly to teenagers�in today�s styles this means the boys� suits have five times the fabric of the girls� suits.� Erica was drawn immediately to a small pink bikini with strawberries all over, including an inappropriately placed one right where a girl�s pussy would be.� I tried to dissuade her, but she insisted in trying it on.� She slinks out of the dressing area to show me and all I can think of is should a 9-year-old be allowed to wear something like this?� I bought it for her anyway.
With one indulgence secured, she surprised me by hinting at another.
�Uncle Bill?� Do you think I�d look good with shorter hair?�
�Why�don�t you like your hair long?�
She gives me one of those you�re-an-adult-so-what-do-you-know looks and says, �I�ve always wanted shorter hair, something like my mom had in all the old pictures.�
That melted me.� How can I resist her wanting to look like her mother, even if the only memory she has is from photos?� We march off to the hair salon at the other end of the mall.� She fusses through several hairstyle books before indicating the one she wanted, a cute pixie-do with a hint of wildness.� I think her mother�s hair was a little different but I can�t quibble with her choice�it�ll look good on her.� One more indulgence fulfilled.
What my sex drive didn�t account for was that she was going to be parading around all day in her new bikini.� Thinking of what she said about my brother�s advances, I�m disgusted by my reaction, yet still tremendously aroused by the sight of her.� I need to get laid, but I promised Erica I would give her 100% of my attention, so I guess that leaves out giving Susan a call.� That evening after putting Erica to bed I undress in my room with a multitude of horny images flashing through my mind.� Absently my hand strokes my erection to the beat of these images until I cum.� Was that another flash of white nightie I see through the crack of the not-quite-closed door?� I clean up and hit the sack, wondering...
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The dream has a tenuous hold on me so I can�t quite wake up.� I�m running naked through a meadow of surreal extra-tall wildflowers, and each one is tugging at my member as I run through them.� Off in the distance I see an excited stallion mounting a small mare�hardly more than a pony, really.� His pace is furious, and when he cums I see ejaculate squirt out all around the small female�s ass end.� It seems that the wildflowers are tugging more urgently at my cock and it�s growing to the size of the stallion�s dong.� I don�t know what to do, but the small female horse is getting closer...
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�Wha...what...are you doing?!�
When I come awake, I realize Erica is kneeling at the bedside and fondling my naked and extremely stiff erection.� Well, �fondling� isn�t correct�it�s more like studying.� When I ask her what she�s doing, she jumps back and yelps in surprise.
�Ah...nothing, Uncle Bill...I...er...nothing...� she sputters, not sure what to say since she�s been caught.
I grab the bed sheet and cover up.� �I�m disappointed in you, Erica.� You told me about how Uncle Ted made you feel uncomfortable and yet you sneak into my room and touch me while I�m sleeping.�� I see the fear and hurt on her face.� �That wasn�t right� was all I could add.
�I...I...just wanted to see your...ah...penis...close up, that�s all.�
�I think you were doing more than looking at it.�
�Is it always big and stiff?� Uncle Ted�s was little and only one time did it stand up like yours.�
I�m flabbergasted.� �Just how many times HAVE you seen your Uncle Ted�s penis?�
�Er...ah...just a couple of times.�
�Sounds like more than a couple to me,� I say, patting her on the ass and shooing her from the bedside.� �Now get out of here so I can get dressed,� and with a chuckle I add �we�ll talk more about this while I fix us some breakfast, okay?�
She utters a twittering laugh as she scoots from my room, another blur of white cotton fabric.
Our breakfast was mostly eaten in silence until she asks the blockbuster question.� �Uncle Bill, what does sex feel like?�
How do I answer that one?� �We�re not going to go there, little girl.� Is this about what you were doing this morning?�
She pouts and raises her voice a bit.� �Everybody treats me like a baby...you called me �little girl� just now...but I�m not, I�m almost ten.�
�I thought we settled that already�almost ten isn�t womanhood where I come from.�
�My father�s not going to explain anything to me.� All I want to know is a little about sex, that�s all.�� The anger is still in her voice.� �You had sex with that woman,� she says scornfully.� �She really liked it, I think...but the women dad has over don�t seem to like it that much.� All I want to know is how it feels, so I�ll understand when I get older.�
Who are these women John has over who don�t seem to like sex, and how does Erica even know this?� �I�m not sure I can even explain what it feels like...it just feels good, that�s all.� Sex is a special thing between two people�two grownups�who want to show their love for each other.��
�Do you love Susan?� I mean, you just met her...how can you love her?�� She seems to be pondering further questions.� �The people in Uncle Ted�s movies all look like they�re feeling so good...I want to feel like that.�
�What movies?� Damn it, Erica, what HAVE you been doing with Uncle Ted anyway?�� The more she reveals, the more astounded I become.
She pouts again as she blushingly says, �I...I...don�t do anything with Uncle Ted...even when he tries to get me to touch him...it seems so icky to do that...and I never let him...touch me.�
I�m too stunned to speak.
�He gets so excited trying to touch me...so when I don�t let him, he watches sex movie tapes and touches his Willy...I mean his penis...until it squirts all over...�
�And you watched him do this, like you watched me and Susan that night?�
�I love you so much, Uncle Bill, and I want to feel like she did that night when you loved her.�� The flush of her face now more heat than embarrassment now.
�Oh, sweet Erica!� I love you too, but we can�t have sex...you ARE too young, at least physically.� It would be both wrong and against the law.�
She mumbles something under her breath about �...won�t tell...� but otherwise we finish breakfast in silence.� My mind is a jungle of twisted thoughts.
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What a beautiful day!� A cloudless sky and a surprisingly moderate temperature (for a southern Nevada summer, at least) means lazing by the pool all afternoon.� For a couple of days Erica has been silent on the subject of sex.� Thank goodness, I think.� I truly don�t know what more to say if she brings up the subject again.� Other than her interest in sex�and my member�she�s been a dream to take care of.� I�m going to miss her when I leave, and I�ll certainly have to speak with John about being more attentive to her �growing-up� needs (I believe there is a real correlation between her father�s inattention and her sexual curiosity).�� I suppose I�ll also have to approach my brother Ted and tell him to leave Erica alone; it�s clear his advances have had an effect on her as well.
Suddenly, my reverie is interrupted by a most spectacular sight�Erica standing stark naked by the pool, an impish little grin on her face!� I couldn�t help it; looking at her narrow little-girl hips, her slim tanned legs, and her beautifully pudgy and hairless pubic mound, my cock grew instantly hard.
�Erica, honey, what are you doing?� Why aren�t you dressed?�
Her smile intensifies as she walks closer.� �Who needs a bathing suit anyway...you guys get to wear next to nothing...and besides, there�s nobody around to see me...except for you...��The last is said as she stares at the big bulge tenting the front of my suit.
�Please, sweetheart...why don�t you go back in the house and put your pretty new suit on, okay?�
�No,� she defiantly declares.� �I�m going to stay like this.�� With that, she turns her back to me and dives into the pool.
When she climbs out, the water dripping from her lithe bare form, she looks at me without the grin this time and lies down on an oversized beach towel about ten to fifteen feet from me.� She starts reading a book that she earlier left on the towel, pretending to be oblivious to my stare.� My eyes can�t pull away from her small, tight ass�my cock is about as hard as ever and leaking a considerable amount of pre-cum, wetting the front of my stretched swimsuit.� I can�t take any more, so I get up from the lounger and march back into the house without a word to Erica.� When I get to my room, I�m out of my suit in seconds and masturbating furiously to the image of her burned into my brain.� I come in only a few strokes, spraying rope after rope of cum surprisingly high into the air.� Wow!� I don�t remember having an orgasm this intense ever before.
I don�t think I�ll go back to the pool now, even though my �tension� is dissipated.�� I can�t let Erica know the effect her naked romp had on me, since it was most likely just what she had in mind.
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I can�t make the strain go away!� Something is pressing into me, pinning me to the floor like an insect on someone�s specimen board.� The pony from my previous dream is still here, running around and around, neighing each time the pressure builds.� Someone is voicing my discomfort for me, whispering �ouch, ouch, ouch� again and again, just out of earshot.� The pony is getting more agitated by the minute.� �Ouch...�
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The sound of �Oh...ouch...oooooooo� wakes me from my dream.�
What the hell?� I had gone to sleep in the buff the night before, still semi-hard from thoughts of Erica.� When I wake, I�m uncovered and lying on my back, with a naked and sweaty Erica straddling me and trying desperately to impale herself on my morning erection.� Each time she attempts to insert my cockhead, she winces in pain.� I gently lift her off me and set her down next to me on the bed.
�Okay, little girl,� I say to her.� �I don�t know what to say to you.� We can�t have sex!� Damn, didn�t you just realize that you�re much too small to take me anyway?�
A tear forms at the corner of her eye.� �Oh, Uncle Bill...I love you so much and I want to feel good.�� She ends by whispering �...and grown up.�
�Sweetheart...you ARE grown up...more grown up than any nine-year-old I could ever imagine.�� When I see the look on her face, I quickly add �okay, almost-ten-year-old...��My heart breaks to see the expression on her face, but a part of my brain acknowledges that my cock is still rock hard.� �Please go get dressed.� I�ll get dressed too and we�ll whip up a good breakfast, okay?�
Instead of getting off the bed, she cuddles up to me and brazenly palms the shaft of my erection.� �Uncle Bill...I know you want to have sex, your...em...penis...is stiff now like it was when you looked at me by the pool yesterday...and before...� her voice tailing off as she remembers the last time she touched my cock.� �Can we at least pretend to do it so I can learn how?�
I was momentarily speechless.� My brain finally unfroze and I replied, �Pretend?� How can we pretend to have sex?�� As if she knows how to answer my question, I think belatedly.
But I quickly formulate a way.
I explain a few positions to her.� She�s mesmerized by my descriptions.� I lay her on her back and spread her legs, explaining the missionary position to her (I didn�t use this name, and besides, she knew what it looked like since this is how she saw me do Susan that night in front of the fireplace.)� By now I�m dripping pre-cum like crazy, and I smear the liquid all around her pudgy pussy lips as I rub the head of my swollen cock against her.� She is wide-eyed as if hypnotized by the sight and feeling of my touch at her pussy.
�Wha...what...is that juice?� Is that what makes babies?� It didn�t look like what came out of Uncle Teddy...that was white stuff.�
Again she asks me questions I don�t quite know how to answer.� �N...No...It�s just...eh...some...I don�t know...�
She stops me with her radiant smile.� �It�s okay, Uncle Bill...you can go on...�
I had to use all my willpower not to plunge into her to the hilt.� My unit was throbbing. ��I described another position where she could lay on top of me facing away, with my member through the V at her crotch.� I jumped from the bed and got some petroleum jelly from the medicine cabinet.� Of course, I wouldn�t normally use a petroleum-based product for sex, but since I wouldn�t be penetrating her, it would be okay.
�When a man and a woman are ready to have sex,� I explained, �the woman usually is excited and gets wet down there.� The wetness is like an oil that makes it easier...for the man to insert his penis.�
She smiled again and surprised me with another astute observation.� �Maybe that�s what the water stuff is that�s leaking out of your penis.�
�You know, Erica...I guess that�s just what the stuff is, now that you mention it.�� I was going to say how smart she was to think of that, but it would have sounded condescending, I think.
She reaches down and slides a finger between the folds of her pussy.� �I feel excited, but how come I don�t feel that wet?�
After I smeared a small amount of the jelly on my erection, I kissed her on the cheek and then lifted her onto me; her ass resting on my pubic bone and my cock nestled between her thighs.� �As I�ve been saying, sweetheart...you�re too young to have everything work like a woman.�� I craned my neck and kissed the nape of hers.� �In a few years you�ll get wet enough down there when you get excited for sex...after you reach puberty.�� I placed a hand on each of her bony hips and began lifting and dropping her�my cock rubbing nicely within the V of smooth, warm skin.
�Is this how a man would put it into a woman?�... �Would he slide it back and forth inside?�... �Is puberty when a girl starts her period?�
Questions, questions!� All I can utter is a breathless �Yes� to all her rapid-fire questions, my cock already ready to explode.� Just three more strokes and I groan �Ugh,� spewing semen into the air�spurt after spurt of ejaculate raining down on a stunned Erica.
�Oh, wow!� She cries.� �I felt it�I felt it,� she exclaims.� She excitedly continues, �I felt your penis jump while you�sprayed�the white stuff!�
I let out one more climactic shudder, hugging her tight to me as I rubbed my spunk all over her belly and chest.� My cock was still nestled in the forbidden valley of her crotch�and still supremely rock hard.� I continue to hold and caress her until she rolls over, my cum slippery and squishing audibly as her body presses into mine.
�Did that feel good, like, having sex, Uncle Bill?�
I muttered �Yes...oh yes.�� But as with all the other times she knew the answer to that question before she asked it.
�Will you kiss me like you would kiss a woman after...you know...after you squirted the stuff into her?�
I did�tenderly exploring her small, young, inquisitive mouth with my lips and tongue.� Twice she made little noises that sounded like �wow� and �ummmmm� as we kissed.� With my cock still achingly erect, she seized control of the moment and clamped her thighs around my shaft and slowly began humping me.� I broke the kiss and scooted her down lower so once again the shaft of my cock is nestled in the V at her soft and warm vulva.� While gazing intently into my eyes (this is a 9-year-old?) she quickens her up and down motion, humping me like there�s no tomorrow.� Within about 15 seconds an involuntary moan of �Ericaaaaaa� slips from my mouth and I cum.� When she feels me spasm and my ejaculate splash against her backside, she scoots back up and kisses me with surprising expertise.
After the sensually long kiss, she whispers, �I wish you squirted your stuff into me,� at the same time reaching behind her and scooping some of the pooled cum onto her fingertips.� I�m never going to be surprised anymore by what this girl does�as she first looks at her cum-covered fingers then places them at her lips to get a taste, before seductively resuming eye contact.
�Thank you, Uncle Bill.� Now I know what sex is like,� she says, smiling.� Running the tip of her tongue along her lips, she then adds, �I didn�t understand anything that was in Uncle Ted�s movie, but now I get it...even sometimes a girl will let a man, like, squirt into her mouth...it doesn�t taste bad at all.�� She licks her lips one more time for effect.
Oh God...oral sex!� Is this for real?� She rolls off me and reaches for my cock.� �Does your penis stay stiff like this all the time?�
How can I explain erections and climaxes and how I�m still aroused by her even after two orgasms?� �Ah...no...no...it doesn�t...it�s...er...because...�
�I know...you want to have sex with me again,� she declares matter-of-factly.� �Please, Uncle Bill...will you TRY to put it IN me this time...please?� It�s not as big and stiff like before so maybe it will fit now.�
I try to explain but she�s not buying, so I pick her up and carry her to her bedroom, where I lay her down on the bed before picking up a hand-held vanity mirror that was on her dresser.� I describe virginity and her hymen, then spreading her legs apart, I show her.� She holds the mirror while I spread wide her labia, exposing her maidenhood, which was very much intact�the pink skin shaped like a cat�s-eye, the opening but a narrow slit.
�Wow!� is all she could say.
Wow�that was all I was thinking too with her pudgy little pussy lips open before me.� My cock grew fully rigid again.
�Besides the fact it would be wrong, now do you see why I can�t fu... (I almost slipped!) ...put it in you?�
With that purely-Erica expression of wondrous curiosity back on her face, she says, �So that�s what they mean when they say a girl is a virgin.�
Who is the �they� she�s referring to?� �You saw your hymen...what some crudely call a girl�s cherry...��She cuts me off from saying more.
�A cherry?� �She exclaims in surprise.� �Why do they call it that?�
�Well...I...I guess it�s because...oh sweetheart...it�s because when a boy puts it in the first time...it...it...breaks the skin of the hymen, and it bleeds a little bit.�
�You mean like because a cherry is red...that�s stupid.� Does it hurt?�
�I guess it does sometimes.� Oh hell, not being a woman how would I know...I think it doesn�t hurt much if the girl is really hot...er...I mean excited about having sex for the first time.�
She giggles a bit.� �Like when a toothache makes you forget about the headache you had?� �
What a marvelously smart girl, I think for the umpteenth time, as I laugh a little myself.� �I think it�s more like pleasure than pain at that point...well...maybe the anticipation can be painful...�
She looks first at my erection, still dwarfing the small hand that�s holding it, then back to meet my eyes.� �Do you hurt now from...anticipation?�
All I could do was sigh, a trickle of pre-cum pooling at my cock-head.
Erica fries what�s left of my horny mind with: �Why don�t I put it in my mouth and make you feel better...will you tell me how to do it?�
She followed my breathless instruction well.� Even though she raked me a few times with her teeth, she nonetheless took me deeper into her young mouth than I thought she could.� Seconds before I was ready to explode, she uncannily stopped and, pulling my cock from her mouth, asked if she was doing a good job.� The expression on my face must have answered her question, for she went right back to sucking me.� Jumping and pulling back when I came, she choked a little on my first shot as it coated the back of her throat.� Subsequent shots ended up all over her face and neck.� When she did that thing of licking her lips once again, I shot one more rope even though I would have sworn I was spent.
We hugged and kissed for almost ten minutes on her frilly, little-girl�s bed.� I was in a most unusual state of post-orgasmic bliss as I tasted the tang of my cum on her lips.� We didn�t say a single word; we each just enjoyed the moment in our own way.� After a while we fell asleep, wonderfully letting the rest of this beautiful morning slip away in each other�s embrace.
When I came awake, she was still in my arms.� Her eyes locked onto mine as a smile played across her lovely little pixie-face.� In a schemer�s tone I suggested we go skinny-dipping in the pool, teasing her with her own words from earlier: �Who needs a bathing suit anyway...besides there�s nobody around to see me.�� She giggles and with that golden twinkle in her eye says yes; pulling me by the hand from her bed, dashing naked through the house and outside to splash into the pool.� We frolic like little kids, reminding me that she still is one, regardless of what we just did.
The remainder of my visit was spent teaching Erica the workings of sexual intercourse.� I explain the physical as well as emotional connection between a man and a woman during sex. �I help her explore her not-yet-budding body; showing her where her clitoris is and how it would one day soon play a major role in her sexual satisfaction.� It seemed her pre-pubescent clit was not yet ready to be fully excited (was clitoral sensitivity also a part of puberty�s changes, I wondered?), though she did say my licking and stroking �felt funny� and �tingled� a little.� My will was tested continuously�I wanted so bad to break her cherry and impale her sweet pussy with my cock.� Oh, how hard it was not to hurt her by fucking her.
One day I took a ride into Vegas and bought some presents for Erica.� She was amazed and thrilled when she opened the first package to find a small, almost sheer and sexy white lace baby-doll peignoir.� I searched high and low for a small enough size to fit her yet-undeveloped frame.
�Don�t let your father see this, but you can wear it any time you want to feel sexy and grown up.�� She tried it on, and then we kissed, my cock tenting the front of my pants, wet from all the leaking pre-cum.
The second box was opened with a puzzled look.� I explain all the intricacies of how she could use the small gold-plated vibrator �to get herself excited� when she�s ready for sex.� I implored her not to let her father see this present either.
Before John came home, Erica and I pleasured each other almost daily.� She sucked me off a couple of times, but this was not her favorite activity, and done for my benefit only, really.� She grew fond of riding my dick, setting atop me and letting my cock shaft slide back and forth through the channel of her lubricated vulva.� She would react with some �oooohs� so I knew it felt good to her even though it was no full-blown orgasm.� Those would come soon enough�no pun intended!� The vibrator was tested a few times; she says it �tickled� but I could tell she enjoyed the sensation.
***
When John arrived, he picked up our vibe immediately.� �You two seem exceptionally...I don�t know...giddy...this morning...what gives?� And what�s with the hair, young lady?�
�We had a real good time, that�s all, Daddy,� was Erica�s answer.� I smiled but kept my mouth shut out of fear of what I may say.� �Uncle Bill took me shopping and bought me a new bathing suit...� She continues in almost one breath �and he let me get my hair cut short like Mom in the old pictures and he�s made me good breakfasts and dinners and we�ve had a lot of fun.�� Finally taking a breath, she adds �But I�m glad you�re home Dad� and gives him a hug.
When I ask him how the seminar went, all he says is �okay, I guess.�� He�s not acting especially different than when he left I see.
While I�m packing up my stuff in the spare bedroom, Erica came in to say goodbye.
�I�m going to miss you so much, Uncle Bill!�� She then moves closer and whispers �I�ll miss your big hard penis, too.�
Her smile is radiant as always.� I scoop her up in my arms and kiss her, man to woman; nothing like the one she gave me when I arrived here two weeks ago.� �I�ll miss you too, my special almost-ten-year-old sweetheart.�
A small tear forms at the corner of an eye.� �When will you be back to visit me...us...again?�
�Hard to tell, Erica; I�ll make a promise, though.�� I sat on the bed and motioned for her to sit next to me.� �After you have your period for the first time, you give me a call...our secret code word will be �cherry�...I�ll come and get you as soon as I can, okay?�
She looks into my eyes with that older-than-she-could-possibly-be expression of hers and in a near whisper, says, �I can go visit you at your house and bring my sexy new nightie and we can make love for real...oh, I love you so much, Uncle Bill.�� I didn�t dare give her an adult goodbye kiss, so we just hugged for a while until I threw my stuff in the car and headed home.
About 60 or so miles out on the Interstate, I began singing out loud the song that was echoing in my brain:
�For six nights in a row
She's coming for me I know
And on Wildfire I�m gonna go
I'll be riding Wildfire
I'll be riding Wildfire
I'll be riding Wildfire�
�On Wildfire I�m going to ride
Gonna leave these things behind
Get these hard times out of my mind
Riding Wildfire�
�
I don�t believe I got the lyrics quite right, but it�s close enough.� I�m getting another erection as I sing�and as I remember! �Oh, Erica...
�
(Some Two Years Later)
- Wildfire Part II
�
�Hello Uncle Bill,� she says excitedly when I answer the phone.
�Hi there sweetheart, how is my favorite niece?�
�Cherry.�� That was her response, just the one word.� But oh did it tell me everything!
I was momentarily speechless, contemplating that word and what it meant to Erica and me.� �Ah, Erica...is your dad close by?� Can we talk?�
�Yes he�s here, you can talk to him in a minute...� she says, louder than normal.� �But I want to know if you could come baby-sit me while he�s in L.A. in a couple of weeks.�� The tension in her voice is palpable; and she used �baby-sit��a term I know she abhors.� Can her father hear the tension too?
�Of course I�ll be there, hon.� I hesitate, but eventually ask, �You used our secret word, do you really mean it?�
�Oh yes, Uncle Bill...I do...I do!�� She must have realized how that sounded, so she quickly adds in a more measured tone, �I hope you can make it since you know I, like, always have fun when you�re here.��
Fun, indeed!
�Sweetheart, I�ll be there for you.�� I pause a bit, but I can�t help but say, �I love you, Erica.�
�Me too, Uncle Bill,� was all she could say within earshot of her father.� �I�ll give dad the phone.�
I spoke with my older brother for quite a while.� He�s still the same old John, I surmise.� He is off to Reno for another of those �you-too-can-get-rich� seminars he loves to attend, though he tends to get poorer, not richer following each and every one.� He thanks me profusely for my willingness to drop what I�m doing and head down to Nevada to stay with Erica.� Little does he know the pleasure will be all mine.
The following week, while driving my new car down the Interstate toward Henderson, I switch my satellite radio to a new station and hear the immortal words of John Kay and Steppenwolf:
Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild...
I guess this will be my wild adventure�getting my motor running, and yeah, firing all my guns and exploding into space, for sure�thinking all the while of Erica�s stunning, lithe little prepubescent body.� What will she look like now after almost two years, and the onset of puberty?� An amazing girl, no, actually an amazing young woman; she�s much more mature than many twice her age.� I used to think of her as precocious, but now I simply realize that she�s highly intelligent, and maybe even gifted�and growing up very fast.
When I finally pull into their driveway after the long trip, Erica runs out to greet me, wearing a fantastic little bikini showing off her budding body.� She leaps into my arms as she did two summers ago.
�I�m so glad you�re here, Uncle Bill!�
�I�m glad to be here too, sweetheart.�� I release her and take a step back to get a better look.� Her hair was long again, but she looked even more like her late mother than the last time I was here.� �I can�t believe your father let you buy that suit,� I said as John joined us.�
I really can�t say anything more to her in front of my brother.� The sound of that one spoken word��cherry��echoes through my memory.� Can I will away my growing erection?� I make a big show of getting my things from the car to hide the bulge in my pants.� I don�t believe John sees it, but Erica does, smiling at me in acknowledgement.� As much as I try, I can�t take my eyes off my niece.� The bikini she�s wearing doesn�t hide much.� The bottoms are skimpy, low-rider little things that have small tie strings at each hip, which I think are much sexier than any thong.� The bra consists of nothing more than tiny fabric triangles.� Her pre-teen points poke at the cloth.� I�m going to die if John doesn�t hurry up and leave.� I want her so bad.
Following a dashed together meal, and my semi-successful attempt to think of anything but Erica so I don�t have another embarrassing boner, John packs his suitcase in his car and takes off.� Now just the two of us, Erica and I look at each other in an almost trancelike state, until she breaks the silence.
�Uncle Bill...I�ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.� Let�s go watch some TV, so I can show you something, then I�ll put on the nightie you gave me...so I�ll be sexy and ready for you,� she says, her gaze moving to my crotch, where another bulge is forming.
�Okay...Erica honey...I�ll...I�ll...go shower...and, ah...� I couldn�t spit it out, I was so horny.
She moved up close while I was still sputtering and placed a finger to my lips, before she tilted her head back and offered her lips to me.� When we kissed, her little tongue darting against mine, I felt the wetness in my shorts from all the pre-cum I�m oozing. �In the shower I did the unthinkable yet smart thing�I masturbated.� Actually it didn�t take much stroking since I barely touched my aching cock before I coated the walls of the shower stall with pent-up jism.� I wasn�t worried about recuperation time; I knew I�d be ready again the moment I saw her.
She had changed out of her bikini and was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but was still barefoot.� We settled into the sofa in the large living room (she referred to it as the �parlor�) while Erica pushed a button on the remote to switch on the television.� A news program was playing but she made no attempt to change the channel.� What�s the big deal here, I wondered?� I let her do the talking.
She hesitates, not making eye contact, until she says, �I am so glad you�re here, Uncle Bill.�� She stops for a few more moments until, meeting my eyes, she says, �You taught me so much about sex when you were here before, and those presents...the vibrator and other things...you bought for me...helped me enjoy all the...the...the feelings you explained to me...what a woman feels from having sex.�� She pauses to catch her breath, but she�s having a hard time doing so. �She�s horny�and panting! ���I know I�m ready to give myself to the man I love.�
�The man I love�...is that ME she�s talking about?� I guess some part of my brain registered the deal we made, secret word and all almost two years ago, but the whole thing became visceral sitting there on that sofa looking into Erica�s lovely and pleading eyes.� From day one she has wanted me to take her virginity.� I got another erection.
She looks away again and says, �I really learned a lot from a video, too.� It�s one that Uncle Ted left around once and I took it.�
She reaches behind her and plucks a VHS videocassette from the end table and hands it to me.� The label on the well-worn tape says Breaking It.� I somehow recognize the title as one from the early 80�s: The golden era of porn in my opinion, with guys like Peter North, Jamie Gillis and Paul Thomas exploring young girls� for the first time, with a little romance and without the mechanical sterility and silicone evidenced today.
�You stole this from your Uncle Ted?� Why?�
�I saw him watching it once, so I snuck a peek when he didn�t know I was looking and...�� She pauses, �and when I watched it I got all warm...down there...and I thought of you and me doing it like the people in the video.�� She was having a very difficult time speaking.� �I took it from Uncle Ted�s hiding place right after I had my first period.�� In a near whisper, she says, �I watched it one night after dad went to bed...I used the vibrator...oh, Uncle Bill...I never felt so good ever before.�� Her eyes close, as if to help facilitate the memory of the orgasm.
�Sweetheart, you had a great orgasm, and that�s an okay thing for a girl to experience.�
When she opens her eyes again and looks into mine, my heart leaps in my chest.� �But Uncle Bill, I want to experience one with YOU...just like you promised me last time.�
She takes the videocassette from my hand and rises from the sofa.� As she loads the tape in the VCR, she turns to me and says, �I want you to love me like this.�
Oh my God!� The scene she plays is one with John Leslie doing an underage Traci Lords!� I can�t believe any tapes like this are still out there since they were deemed illegal.� Where did my brother get it?� Traci, who was probably 15 or 16 when she made this video, was enthusiastically getting it doggie style from the older Leslie.� When she comes, her cries are loud and impressive.
�I�m going to go put on the special nightie you bought me, then I�m gonna go into my father�s room and lie on his bed and wait for you.�� With that, she leaves me in the living room with the video playing, now with Jamie Gillis popping the cherry of a pretty young brunette.
I almost forgot the condoms but caught myself and detoured to the guest bedroom and dug a few out of my belongings.� I stopped and looked at myself in the dresser mirror.� Am I ready for this?� What will the repercussions be beyond today?� I wait a few more minutes before heading to the master bedroom.
When I enter the room, my breath catches at the sight of her, a vision of loveliness in the white lace nightgown.� She�s not wearing anything else so I can clearly see the sparse down of her pubic hair in the crook of her thighs.� She smiles up at me from the bed and slightly parts her legs.� I remove the packets of condoms from my pants pocket and place them on the nightstand, before taking my clothes off.� �As she watches, I think it�s not as if she hasn�t seen my naked body before, and wonder if her two-year-old memory of that week will match what she sees today.� By the time I drop my briefs, my cock is three-quarters erect and growing.� She sighs when she sees it reaching full erection, and then extends her arms out toward me, beckoning me to join her on the big bed.
She sighs again, her eyes rolling upward slightly, when after lying next to her, I place a hand at her cheek.
�You�re so beautiful, Erica darling.� Are you sure you�re ready for this?�� I ask as I feel the pre-cum dribbling from the end of my throbbing cock.
As an answer, she brings her petite mouth to mine and kisses me deeply.� As we�re kissing, I feel her body shudder a couple of times�is her orgasm nearing so quickly?
She breaks the kiss and whispers, �Do I look nice in this nightgown?�
�Erica...you�re the most beautiful creature these eyes have ever seen.�
�Please...please...� She can�t spit it out, her breathing shallow and labored.� Damn, I can hardly breathe myself.
I rise to my knees on the bed and raise her up onto hers before lifting the lace negligee up and over her head.� Drinking in the sight of her blossoming womanhood, I marvel at the small cones of her breasts, topped by impressive areolas with taut, engorged nipples, very prominent for a pubescent girl her age.� While I run my hands softly over the contours of her body, she grasps the shaft of my cock in a near stranglehold.�
When I tweak one of her nipples, she swoons and pleads, �Uncle Bill, make love to me...now...now.�
�I...we...need to use protection.�� I pry her hands from my erection, reach for a condom, tear open the wrapper and unroll the condom onto me.� �You can get pregnant now and we don�t want that.�
God, I�ll probably cum the moment I enter her.� I ease her to the bed and again lie down next to her.� Sliding two fingers between the wet folds of her labia, I reminder her that it would probably hurt a little when her hymen broke, but she surprises me by gasping that she had broken it herself once when using the vibrator.� Well, that was taken care of.
Still toying with her pussy, I whisper at her ear, �Do you want to do it like the girl in the video?�� Traci-fucking-Lords indeed!� Erica will be tighter than Miss Lords ever was earlier in her career, I�m certain.
She croons �Yes...oh...yes!� Her pussy is getting wetter by the second.
I ease her onto her hands and knees.� Her little girl ass is small, round and inviting, my cock standing at rigid attention and nearly vibrating like a latex-encased tuning fork.� I�m ready to take her.� Her breathing is so loud, she sounds like a vacuum cleaner sucking the air around her on every intake.� I part her legs a little to gain better entry then spread mine a bit more so I�m at the best height kneeling behind her.� When my cock-head first touches her labia, she gasps and pushes back to meet me, impaling herself on almost half my length.� She groans and pushes back some more, and with about three quarters of me in her, she came; her whole body shook as I felt the pulsing of her vagina squeeze down on my shaft.� I grasped her hips and started thrusting in and out of her tight vagina.� She was so tight that �thrusting� isn�t really the appropriate word to describe what I was doing, as it was more like small sliding motions.� All the while her kittenish cries are getting louder and louder until another orgasmic wave pulses through her lithe body, clenching down on my cock like a vise.�
�Ohhhhhhhh...Ericaaaaaaa� I moaned as I came.
My ejaculatory throbs must have tweaked something within her, for she arched her head back and screamed as I felt her vagina once more convulse tightly around my spent but still hard cock.� John Leslie, eat your heart out!� When we fell back to the bedspread we were both quiet, perhaps reveling in what we just experienced, though our copulating was over almost as quickly as it began.
Erica broke the silence first.� �Uncle Bill...that was so much better than I ever imagined it would be.�
�Sweetheart, I�m so happy to be your first lover.� When I promised this to you two years ago, I knew it would be special...I just didn�t know how special it would be.�
�Remember what I said when I was ten��
�You were nine,� I cut her short, but my grin gave me away; she knew I was kidding since at the time we made the pact she was nearing her tenth birthday.
She laughed, not giggling as a girl would, but as a woman lying there next to me on the big bed.� �Yeah, yeah, I know, I know,� she says, turning solemn as she gazes into my eyes.� �You knew then that I was serious about learning...about sex...and you were so gentle and understanding...you could have taken me then but you knew it wasn�t time...that you would have hurt me...yet you bought me the sexy things...the vibrator...so I knew you would be my first...the first...�
She struggled for the word.� What was I really�her first fuck�her lover�her teacher?
Before she could go on, I kissed her again.� I could feel the heat still within her, and my cock, still encased in its cum-filled sheath, is stirring again.
When she breaks off the kiss, she murmurs, �Let�s do it...more.�
I didn�t need any encouragement as I reached down and slid the used condom off my growing cock.� She appeared interested in the condom, so I held it up to her and she took it from me.� I was astonished when she held the rubber by the end and let my semen dribble out onto her breasts and belly.� Sensuously she rubbed the ejaculate all over her, kneading it into her small conical breasts, with her eyes closed and making little cooing sounds.� This is a girl I�m lying next to?
I eased a finger between her pink flower-petal folds; when I touched her clitoris, she sucked in a breath and yipped in delight.� When I looked at her, she was staring into my eyes and I could see the lust once again, as evident as before.
�How about we go take a shower, then we�ll go watch a little bit of Uncle Ted�s video, and maybe we can make love right there in the living room, okay?�� I said.� Her eyes sparkled as she quickly nodded in agreement.� This was good�I didn�t want to rush things from here on out.
We showered together.� I spent a bit of time rubbing my soapy hands over her budding breasts.� The small, conical mounds were firm, her nipples hard in response to my touch.� She first washed my chest before moving down my abdomen to my cock, which dutifully responded to her touch as well.� While we rinsed off, she began telling me about a new school her dad was looking into for her: an academy for advanced students situated on the outskirts of Las Vegas.
�They told me I�m at the twelfth grade level in most subjects.� Dad says that�s why I�m not getting straight A�s anymore like I used to...he says I must be bored with school since I�m so far ahead of everyone else in my class.� Maybe he�s right...� She says, looking pensive as she towels off.
Casually draped only in our bath towels, we return to the big parlor with its wide-screen TV set-up and large sectional sofa.� I�m still in awe of her; she�s much more casual in her nakedness than any girl her age would ever be.� She�s truly a woman in a girl�s body, I muse.
She must have been reading my mind, for she says, �I love you, Uncle Bill, because you�re the only one who treats me like a grown-up woman.�� She smiles at me and lets the towel drop from around her waist to the floor.
�I knew you were a woman when I was here last.� Any girl could have been curious about sex, but you KNEW what it was all about...that it was more than pleasure...�
She laughs as she cuffs my erection, the stiff shaft bouncing a couple of times.� �Who says it�s more than pleasure?�
I wanted to jump her right there, but instead suggested she put the video on while we stretched out on the sofa.� She clicked on the TV and the VCR.� She fast-forwarded to near the end, where Paul Thomas was about to take his movie-niece�s virginity.� Uh-huh, I think, no wonder she stole this video from my brother Ted.� �Uncle� Paul carried the girl to the bed and began lovingly caressing her small tits.� Erica�s hand around my engorged and leaking shaft pulled my attention from the screen.
She says in a near whisper, �This is my favorite part.�� Our lips meet.� When my finger probes her labia, I find she�s sopping wet.
Somehow she turns me so I�m on my back, and she straddles my lap.� Wordlessly, she grabs my cock and guides it into her.� It�s a tight fit, but her marvelous wetness facilitates full penetration.� She begins to bob up and down on my cock, slowly at first, rubbing the cones of her breasts against my chest as she moves.� Before long she is bouncing faster, her head arched backward, her eyes rolled upward some while making ever-louder �uh-uh-uh� noises.� I hardly move, lost in the feeling of it all�the tightness of her vagina and the sight of her small yet firm breasts keeping time with her up and down motion.�
She moans loudly as she cums.� Her vagina pulses and grips my cock.� Suddenly just before I release my load, I think, shit, no condom, and I lift her up so my cock pops out of her.� She keeps rubbing her pussy against my abdomen in orgasmic bliss as my cock, now nestled in the crack of her ass, shoots into the air, coating her back, my thighs, as well as the sofa.
It wasn�t until she came down from her sexual high that she felt the semen dribbling down her back, or something, and said �Oh.�� She clung to me tightly, her head lying at my chest, and said, �I guess I forgot about getting pregnant.� Thanks you for that, Uncle Bill.�
I coax her head back so she�s facing me.� �I love you, Erica.�� Her smile is heavenly.� Our lips meet, the kiss lasting even longer than our fucking, I believe.
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We made love several more times over the next couple of days; the frenzied pace of those first two times replaced by a more relaxed, easy one.� In between we did the �normal� things an uncle and his niece would do.� We swam in the pool, though we had to do some long-neglected cleaning before we could go in.� We went shopping at a local mall.� We went out to dinner a couple of times; nothing fancy, just casual chain restaurants, but Erica loved it all the same.� Even apart from the sex, I�m always in awe of her.� No one her age is close to being the captivating conversationalist she is.� She�s so intelligent but never tries to show off, as some would do.� In some respects this makes our sex feel�oh, I don�t know�more natural, more �permissible�, I guess is how I think of it.� She truly is a woman, never mind her age.� Am I simply rationalizing our coupling?
The day before my brother was to come home, I threw caution to the wind and took Erica to an adult �toy� shop in south Vegas.� You should have seen the looks we got when we walked in!� Several patrons were obviously leering at my niece, wearing low-rider jeans and a t-shirt with no bra.� Others, including the guy behind the counter, had the �how could you, pervert� look in their eyes.� We didn�t care; no one knew us.�
Seeing me look at a package of ribbed condoms, Erica asked me about them.
�The ribs are supposed to rub against the woman�s sensitive areas and make the sex more pleasurable for her,� I said.
She smiles up at me, and hugging my arm says, �How could anything be MORE pleasurable?�
Beside the ribbed condoms, we picked up a bunch of other cool stuff, including some lubes and oils.� The best part of the store in my opinion though was the collection of vintage porn videos, most in VHS but a few reissued on DVD.� I laughed when Erica indicated she recognized some of the titles that were in her Uncle Ted�s collection.
�I like this one too,� she says, lifting a tape box from a shelf and handing it to me.� �It�s real sexy...it made me wet and tingly...�
It�s Young and Naughty, an 80�s title.� I scan the back of the box.� Um, Peter North and Renee Summers�I believe I remember it.
�And did your Uncle Ted know you were watching this one too?�� I said, moving my eyes from the box to her.
�Oh, no...at least I don�t think he knew it.�
I lowered my voice as a customer walked by.� �And why did you like this one in particular?�
She whispered, �I don�t know.� The boy and his girlfriend made love real nice, but the girlfriend�s younger sister was jealous of her and got the boyfriend to take her virginity.�� She pauses and looks down.� �I always thought of the last thing...as you and me.�
I looked again at the back of the box.� Nikki Charm�yes, she�s the little sister�I could dig that.� I�m not sure I could live up to any comparison to the prolific Mr. North, but the thought did make me smile.� As petite and �teeny� Miss Charm was back then, she was no match for the budding beauty standing next to me.� We added the video to our purchases.
When we got back to the house, she was as aroused as I�d ever seen her.� She pulled me toward the parlor and quickly tore the videotape from the box and slid it into the VCR.� After pushing the fast-forward button, she pulled her shirt over her head, leapt into my arms and kissed me.� She directed me to get out of my clothes and then open the package of massage oil we bought today.� While I carried out her instructions, she switched on the TV and played with the VCR controls until the final sex scene of the movie was playing.� As Nikki�s character Nita is pulling off her top and exposing her small but perky tits, Erica is stepping out of her jeans and panties and walking toward me.
�Will you rub that oil on me?� She says in a seductive tone much beyond her years, as she settles into the sofa.
While I begin massaging the oil over her breasts and tummy, she�s watching the action on the TV and moaning softly.� I don�t have to feel her pussy to know how wet she is right now.� I can hear the moans of passion coming from the movie as the two are now fucking solidly.� I pull Erica to her feet and begin spreading the oil over the rest of her body.� She stands there as if in a trance, watching as the sex unfolds on the TV and luxuriating in the feel of the oily massage.
She barely can get the single word out when she whispers �Now.�
After pulling one of the ribbed condoms from its wrapper and unrolling it onto me, I carefully lift her slippery form from the floor by her ass cheeks, and getting her to tuck her legs around my waist, lower her onto my rigid and ready cock. �Actually, I didn�t lower her so much as drop her onto me, immediately achieving full penetration, punching at her cervix.
After an initial �oomph,� she began to hop up and down in my arms before I could even do anything to get into the act, keening and mewling as she did so.� I took over.� With my hands easily cupped under her little ass cheeks, I alternated lifting and then impaling her on my stiff cock.
She moaned �faster...faster,� bouncing wildly to spur the pace.� I readily complied and bounced her ever faster and harder.� I could feel the friction from the condom�s ribs vibrating from the tight fit inside her young vagina.� They were performing as intended.
�Oh, God...Oh, God...Oooooooooooooh Godddddddddd!�� She screamed at the same time I grunted and shot my load.� Her orgasm seemed to just keep going and going as she continued to move in my arms, rubbing her oil-slicked cones against my chest and moaning loudly.
Spent, we both fell to the sectional and lie there, embracing each other but saying nothing until several minutes went by and she raised her sweat-soaked face to look at me and said, �That was the best...I wish that feeling could go on forever.�
I smiled and said, �As long as I can get it up for you, we�ll keep doing it.�
She appeared confused for a second, but then her face lit up and she said, �Oh, you mean get an erection.�� She chuckles and adds ��Get it up�...is that what men say?�
�Oh yeah, men use words like fuck, and cum, and boner, and cherry, and all those words you won�t find in your favorite dictionary, at least THOSE meanings.�
She laughs again, and again I�m in awe; it�s a woman�s laugh, not a girl�s giggle that you might expect.� We shower and get dressed again before settling in to watch a movie on television (no, not that one).� The ringing doorbell surprises us.� Who could be at the door this late?� I open the door to two police officers, who introduce themselves as Nevada State Police.� They (nervously?) ask if John�s wife is home.� I�m totally confused by the question, but explain that I�m his brother, and that his wife died several years ago, and that I was there to watch his niece, and what the hell they were there for.� A small part of my brain chewed on the possibility that someone at the sex store had somehow reported me, but then how would they know who and where I was?� Most of my brain, though, was gnawing on the idea that something had happened to John.
By the time I invited them in, Erica had also come to the foyer, already fearing the worst when she saw the troopers.� She broke down when the taller of the two explained to us that John had died in a car crash earlier in the day.� They related the details but by then I wasn�t listening.� She may not remember losing her mother, but can she hold up losing her father the same gruesome way? �I held Erica in my arms as she cried.
Long after the troopers had left and Erica had shed her last tear of the evening, she asked me, while we were lying in bed, �What will happen to me...where will I go?�
I thought of my older brother Ted before I answered.� Do I want to see her go to live with him?� He�d just molest her, but then was I any different?� We may have made love as adults, but in the eyes of the law I�m simply a molester myself.� I love her so much.
�Sweetheart, I�m going to ask that you come live with me in Colorado.� I doubt your dad left any legal instructions about your custody if something like this happened.� I think the courts will go along with it, unless one of your other uncles wants to fight me for guardianship.�
�What if Uncle Ted...?�
I cut her off.� �If Ted wants to make a stink, maybe I�ll let everyone know about his movies and other stuff he probably does.�� I already know of so many skeletons in my brother�s closet.
�I love you, Uncle Bill, and I�ll do or say anything to get them to let me live with you.�
We fell asleep in each other�s arms.� Sometime during the night I awoke to her hand on my stirring cock.� I look to see that she�s shed the shirt and panties she wore to bed.
�Please make love to me again,� she pleads in a soft voice tinged with sadness.
We made love this time much as they depict in R-rated films, not XXX-rated ones.� Our coupling was a slow and quiet salve soothing our broken hearts.� Unlike earlier, her climax was silent, though I certainly felt the convulsion of her vagina walls around my condom-sheathed cock.� Post-coital bliss was supplanted by more tears before falling back to sleep.
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Surprisingly, it turned out that no one objected to me, a single man, becoming Erica�s guardian.� Following the funeral, we packed up all her stuff into a small U-Haul trailer, hitched it to my car, and off we went.� John�s will, though not specifying anything about Erica�s care, did a nice job of splitting up his estate and arranging for the sale of the big house, with Erica receiving the lion�s share but each of us brothers getting something too.� It seems John hadn�t frittered away all his money as I had thought; Erica would have plenty for college and beyond.� Having her with me meant everything�the money didn�t matter at all.
I arranged for her to attend a special school for gifted children near my home.� Her emotions were mixed, probably as they should be.� Her sadness at the loss of her father was joined by the trepidation of moving to a new state, as well as her stated love for me.
As we neared the Colorado border on I-70 she was pushing buttons on my radio looking for music she liked.� When I hear a snippet of recognized lyrics, I ask her to keep it there.
Yeah Darlin' go make it
happen
Take the world in a love embrace...
...Like a true nature's
child
We were born, born to be wild...
Ah, my favorite Steppenwolf song again!� Yeah, darling, we�re gonna make it happen for sure.� She laughs at my pitiful attempt to sing along.
The magnitude of what we�re doing is finally sinking in.� I just traded in a life of simple bachelorhood for a new one with Erica.� She says she wants me to think of her as a mate, not a niece or daughter.� I can do that.� I daydream about taking her the moment we enter my house, carrying her across the threshold as if she were my bride, then stripping off her clothes and jumping her.� My daydream includes the sound effects of her orgasmic cries.� Is she thinking the same thoughts, the way she�s looking at me?
I�m certain that someday she�ll meet a nice boy her age and fall in love, trading in this over the hill uncle of hers for a new model.� But for now...
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By the way, she was the one that did the stripping and jumping when we got there.� She rode me like a stallion at the rodeo.� She�s my Wildfire�cumming so forcibly and so loudly, it wasn�t until I came deep in her tight and pulsing young vagina that I realized I wasn�t wearing a condom.
Oh, boy, will THAT complicate things...best not think about it now.
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