The Cindy Chronicles Chapter One © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com "Time for your bath, Cindy." "Okay, Uncle Randy" My eight-year-old niece ran upstairs to the bathroom. Off came the little skirt, the pink blouse, the ankle socks. As I filled the tub with warm water, Cindy stood there in her little white cotton panties with the Disney princess motif, eagerly watching the water's progress. Unlike most kids her age, Cindy loved taking baths. My sister succumbed to her drug habit earlier that year, never really sure who Cindy's father was. With our parents gone and no other siblings, it fell to me to take care of her little girl. Being a divorced, childless writer with a drinking problem, the state was reluctant to award custody, but that's what lawyers are for. I had to learn to live with Cindy, and Cindy had to learn to live with the loss of her mother. In time, her nightmares became less frequent and her appetite returned. For my part, I had to adjust to a completely new schedule. Long accustomed to staying up until I was too drunk to type, now I had to be up early to get Cindy off to school in the morning. It wasn't easy having parenthood thrust on me, but I did the best I could for Cindy. After all, we were the only family we had. "Too hot?" I asked. Cindy tested the water with her toe. "Nuh uh," she said, skinning off her little panties and stepping in the water. She slowly lowered her body into the tub, getting accustomed to the temperature. "Let's do your hair first," I said. Cindy dunked her long straight hair in the bathwater and I poured a dollop of shampoo on her blonde locks and began to work it in. She closed her eyes, enjoying her scalp massage. By now, Cindy was old enough to bathe herself, but she insisted that I bathe her. I chalked it up to maternal neglect and assumed it would pass. My sister's downward spiral had started when Cindy was a toddler, and at age four the girl had learned to cook for herself, even order a pizza by phone. I'd inherited a skinny little girl with matted hair and torn clothing. "Okay, let's rinse," I said, pulling the shower massage from its clamp and rinsing the shampoo from Cindy's hair. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as I washed the suds away. "Okay, stand up," I cooed. Cindy stood up in the tub and I lathered her little body with a bar of soap. Three months of home-cooked meals had done the trick, though she was still slender for a girl her age, when babyfat should still linger on belly and bottom. Cindy lifted one leg then the other, letting me soap up her thighs and calves. "You forgot a place, Uncle Randy," Cindy declared. This was the reason she loved to take baths. I lathered up my hand and placed it between her legs, soaping up her hairless pussy and working my fingers between her ass cheeks. Cindy closed her eyes and started humping my fingers, her hips rocking back and forth, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feeling of my soapy fingers on her bald pussy. Soft gasps began to escape from her parted lips. "Let's get you rinsed off, princess," I said before things went too far. Cindy gave me a disappointed pout. When I turned on the shower massage, the pout disappeared. Cindy loved the shower massage. As I rinsed the soap suds off her little body, Cindy put her hands on mine and made the shower head linger on her little pink nipples and between her legs. "All clean," I said, hanging the shower head back in its holder. As the water drained from the tub, I took a towel and wrapped Cindy with it, picking her up and giving her a twirl before setting her on the bathroom rug. She let out a delighted squeal. "Will you read to me before bed?" Cindy asked. "Of course, sweetie. Don't I always?" After drying her off, we went to her bedroom. It had formerly been my office in this little cottage by the sea, and had a view of the beach. Now it was manifestly a little girl's room, pastel pink with a canopy bed, stuffed animals everywhere. When my co-workers at the production company found out that I'd gotten custody of my niece, everyone pitched in to furnish her room. It was like a home makeover show, complete with cameramen shooting footage for the Christmas party outtake reel. While Cindy put on her little nightie, I opened up my laptop and fired up my scripting software. For the first month of our life together, I'd read Cindy the usual bedtime fare: Grimm, Seuss, Gorey. But this smart little girl was well past that, though she still liked Gorey for his darkness and the crosshatched artwork. What Cindy really wanted to hear were the scripts I wrote for the production company. We produced shows for a cable channel we called "Tweens with Too Much Disposable Income" as well as the syndication market. Sometimes, Cindy would make suggestions, ones that were taken seriously when I brought them up at meetings in the writers' room. She was my one-girl focus group. "Okay, where were we?" I asked, opening the script file. "Cody picked up Teela's backpack by mistake," Cindy said. "Right, right." I scrolled down to the third act and began reading, modulating my voice higher or lower depending on the gender of the character I was reading. Cindy would ask questions as I read the script, questions that were somewhat more akin to oblique suggestions. Later, I'd edit the script while they were still fresh in my mind. After a while, Cindy's eyelids grew heavy and the questions tapered off. I closed my laptop, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and turned off her light. "Good night, princess." "G'night," she murmured. Sitting on my deck with a drink later, listening to the sound of the waves breaking on shore, I remembered something from my own childhood with Cindy's mother, my little sister. The way Cindy had humped my hand in the bathtub reminded me of something my sister used to do when she was her age. Our mother bathed us together, even as late as when I was ten years old. My sister was eight at the time, the same age as Cindy was now, and just as precocious. She loved it when I'd lather my fingers and hold them between her legs. My sister would press her bald little puss against them and rock back and forth until she'd let out a soft gasp. Then it would be my turn. She'd get her hands slick with soap and hold them together while I'd slide my stiff little penis between her soapy palms until I had a buzzy little orgasm. As I sipped my drink and listened to the ocean, more childhood memories emerged. My sister Tammy and I licked each other, not very often, though, and rarely to orgasm. Tammy and I also rubbed our genitals together, using hand lotion or suntan oil as a lubricant. This would usually get one or both of us off. This went on for years, until I was 14 and Tammy was twelve. That was about when I started dating girls my own age and my sister developed a series of crushes on boys in her class at school. We lost interest in our little games as our attention turned to others. Seeing Cindy, who looked so much like my sister at that age, hump my hand in the bathtub triggered ambivalent feelings. I felt like I should discourage it as inappropriate but at the same time it brought forth a pleasant feeling of nostalgia. Worst of all, it had given me an erection, and a burning desire to see how far this would go. Confused, I drained the rest of my drink and went up to the bathroom. Opening the hamper, I saw the panties Cindy had worn that day on top of the pile of dirty laundry. My cock was straining at my jeans as I took them out and held them in my hand, soft white cotton, a drawing of Snow White on the front, the word "Princess" on the bottom. Cindy had barely any clothes when she came to live with me. I'd taken her shopping every day for a week, buying her whatever she wanted. I'd bought her plenty of underwear, mostly so we wouldn't have to do laundry so often, but also because Cindy loved to wear pretty things. That special relationship women have with their intimates starts when they're young. If Cindy saw a pair of panties she liked, the frillier the better, I bought them for her, along with plenty of packages of everyday cotton undies, like the ones in my hand. Acting on a strange impulse, I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock, wrapping the panties around my shaft and stroking myself with the soft cotton underwear. Though it would have been better if they were still warm from Cindy's little body, I came after only a minute, spraying my baby batter all over the tile floor. After wiping up my cum with toilet paper, I replaced the panties in the hamper and went downstairs to have another drink. On Friday nights, I'd take Cindy out for dinner, something she called our "date night". Since Cindy's arrival, this was pretty much the extent of my dating life, though I'd managed to get one of the interns from the production company to look after her a few times so I could go out with friends to bars or on dates. But most Fridays it was me and my niece, heading out for pizza or burgers or Chinese, Cindy's favorite. After dinner, we'd rent DVDs to watch together on the couch. Saturdays were much the same, only with takeout food. It was a warm Friday night when we returned home with a couple of movies. I'd opened the sliding door to the deck to catch a bit of the sea breeze, but on this muggy night it didn't do very much to cool off the cottage. As we watched a comedy aimed at the tween set, Cindy complained about the heat, so I let her take off everything but her panties. "Aren't you hot, too?" she asked me. "A little," I replied, hoping my cold beer would cool me off. "Take off your shirt," Cindy said. "You'll feel better." I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "You're right," I said. "That is better." As we watched the movie, Cindy scooted next to me on the couch. I put my arm around her, feeling her soft skin against my own, her silky blonde hair tickling my nipples. We sat like this until the movie ended. "Okay, princess," I said, starting to get up. "Time for your bath." "It's too hot for a bath," Cindy protested. "What about a shower?" "You might slip and fall," I said. "Not if you hold me up," she replied. "I'll get my clothes all wet," I said. "Who wears clothes in the shower?" Cindy asked. Well, I would in this case. "Alright, shower it is," I said. Cindy bounded upstairs and, as I adjusted the water, she skinned off her little pink cotton panties and stepped into the tub. I took off my shorts, leaving on my boxer briefs, and got in behind Cindy, closing the shower curtain and kneeling behind her. Cindy stood under the cool water as I lathered her little body. When she turned around to face me, she noticed the outline of my hard cock through my wet briefs. "Ooooh..." Cindy said, reaching out for my erection. "No, sweetie," I said, intercepting her curious hand. "Your pee pee is so big." "Yeah, it gets that way sometimes," I said. "Hey, we missed a spot." I lathered my fingers and held them between Cindy's legs. As she humped my fingers, her eyes were glued to my crotch. I tried to think of everything but her hairless cunny sliding over my fingers but my erection wouldn't go away. She was starting to moan when I removed my hand, but the moaning started again when I rinsed her off with the shower massage head. "Can I see it?" Cindy asked. "No, sweetie." "C'mon, you see me every night." "It's different, honey. I'm an adult." "Pleeeeease?" "Oh, alright," I said, thinking that once her curiousity was satisfied, that would be that. I skinned off my wet boxer briefs and Cindy reached out with her soapy hands. For a moment I was twelve again, sitting in the tub with my sister, my little cock gliding between her palms. I began to move my hips back and forth between Cindy's soapy fingers while she stared at my hard cock, absolutely fascinated. Suddenly, I came, spraying thick, hot ropes of semen all over Cindy's chest and tummy. She let out a yelp of surprise and then began to giggle as my cum dripped down her wet skin. I grabbed the shower head and began to rinse my goo off of her body. "What was that stuff?" Cindy asked, watching my sperm circle the tub's drain. "That's my seed, sweetie," I said. "Part of where babies come from." "Oh, semen," she said. "Where'd you hear that word?" "We talk about it in school," Cindy replied. After rinsing the soap and semen from her little body, we dried off and went to her bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. It was still too hot to wear a nightie, so I let her go to bed in a pair of panties. I sat next to Cindy in her bed and we read an Edward Gorey story together. By the end, she was no closer to sleep than before. We read another story together, but at the end of that one she was still wide awake. I desperately needed a drink but I didn't want to have one until she was asleep. "I know something that will help you sleep, princess," I said. "Really?" "Yes," I replied. "A very special kiss." "Oooohhh..." she said, her curiosity piqued. "What's so special about it?" "Well," I said, "It starts up here." I kissed Cindy's forehead. "Then here," I said, kissing her nose. "And here," kissing her lips. I kissed my way down to her chest, kissing each of her nipples in turn. Cindy sighed as I lingered on her flat chest then began working my way down her little tummy. "Mmmmmm..." Cindy moaned as I gently spread her legs and kissed her soft inner thighs. "Here's the special part," I said, tugging at her little pink panties. "And it's a family secret, so no one else can know. Promise?" "I promise," Cindy said, lifting her hips from the bed so I could pull down her panties. I drew them off her legs and let them fall to the floor, then I resumed my trail of kisses up her thighs. She spread her legs, giving me access to her hairless cleft. I kissed her puffy labia before gently probing her sex with my tongue. Cindy's pussy tasted faintly of soap. "Ooooohhh!" Cindy gasped and let out a little cry as the tip of my tongue touched her tiny clit. I could feel her little button swell in response, and she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth as I started to lash her secret pearl. As I lashed her clit with my tongue, I could see Cindy's eyes close, her mouth open, an ecstatic look on her pretty face. "Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Cindy began to let out a rhythmic series of soft moans as I swirled my tongue over her clitoris. Her hips were moving faster now, and I cupped her soft little ass cheeks with my hands, feeling them tense and relax, tense and relax. Her moans were louder now, her breathing heavier. Suddenly, Cindy stiffened and arched her back. "Unnnnnnn...uh...uh...Unnnggghh!" My niece's little body trembled in my hands as she came, her legs quivering and tensing against my shoulders, her arms flailing over her sheets. As I kept licking her tiny clit she convulsed again and let out a louder cry, pushing her hips down against my tongue. Finally, she rolled over on her side, away from my mouth, panting as she tried to catch her breath. I gave Cindy a tender kiss on her little bottom. "Wow," she said, still breathless. "Was that a or...org...?" "Orgasm," I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Think you'll be able to sleep now?" "Uh huh," she said, rolling on to her back and looking up at me with glazed eyes. Her face and chest were flushed, her tiny nipples stiff, and there was a bright smile shining on her face. "Good night, princess," I said, giving her another kiss on her forehead. "G'night." I turned out the light and, on the way out of her bedroom, scooped up her panties from the floor. Unlike the other night, these were still warm from her body heat. I went to my bedroom, stripped off the towel I was wearing, wrapped the tiny pink panties around my cock, and pumped myself with the soft cotton undies, filling them a minute later with jet after jet of my cum. Exhausted, I dropped the panties on the floor next to my bed and fell asleep almost immediately, visions of Cindy's hairless little pussy dancing in my head. I was having the weirdest dream: I was in a room filled with panties, pair after pair of little cotton and satin panties, pink ones, white ones, yellow ones, pale blue ones, panties with officially licensed cartoon characters on them, panties with a delicate little rosebud print, panties with ruffled bottoms, piles and piles of panties. I was naked, my cock was hard, and I was reaching down and picking up random pairs of panties, stroking my dick a few times with each pair before dropping them and selecting another. I was on the verge of coming when I woke up. I was lying on my back and Cindy was on top of me, clad only in a pair of pale coral pink satin panties with a dainty white lace trim around the legs and waist. She'd straddled my hips and was rubbing her silky panty crotch on my hard cock. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as she rubbed her panty-covered pussy on my shaft. Cindy didn't know I was awake and when I grabbed her rocking hips, she froze and her eyes opened wide. "Uncle Randy!" she said, startled. "Cindy, what do you think you're...?" "I'm sorry, Uncle Randy," she said, her lower lip quivering. "I came in to wake you up and I saw your thingie was big and..." She looked to be on the verge of tears. "It's okay, baby," I said, pulling her down to my chest. "It's okay..." I kissed her forehead and stroked her smooth back. "It felt so good..." Cindy murmured. "Did you feel good, too?" "I did, princess," I admitted. "It felt very good." "Can I do it some more?" "Sure, princess," I said. Cindy sat up and smiled and began moving her little bottom back and forth, rubbing her panty crotch on my hardness. She pressed her pantied pussy against the ridge of muscle that ran along the underside of my shaft, finding an angle that pressed this against her clit. Cindy closed her eyes and concentrated on this feeling, her hips rocking back and forth as her silky crotch slid up and down my rigid tool. Her breathing grew more labored, her moans louder until she suddenly stiffened, arching her back and letting out a series of soft gasps. With a satisfied sigh, Cindy smiled and lay down on my chest. We lay together for a while holding each other. My cock was still excruciatingly stiff, but I could take care of that in the shower. "Are those my panties?" Cindy asked, seeing the pink undies on the floor, the pair I'd jerked off into the night before. "Must be," I said. "Dunno how those got in here." Cindy climbed off of me and picked her panties up from the floor. "Ew," she said, noticing the dried semen on her pink panties. "What's this?" "Some kinda stain," I said. "It'll come out in the wash." "You cummed in them last night," Cindy said, putting two and two together. Busted by an eight-year-old. "Okay, you got me," I said. "I was really excited after giving you your special kiss last night and I needed some relief. I'm sorry, princess." "I forgive you," she said magnanimously. "Do you need relief now?" "I guess so," I said, looking down at my cock. I was still hard. "Show me how you do it, Uncle Randy," Cindy said. She held out the sperm-encrusted pink panties. I got up from the bed and took them from her, showing her how I wrapped them around my cock and stroked myself with them. Cindy watched, fascinated, as I jerked off, coming closer to get a better look at my cock and balls. When I came, wrapping the panties around my knob and filling them with my semen, she let out a gasp of astonishment. I sat down on my bed, the panties still wrapped around my cock. "Go make us some cereal, princess," I said. "I need a shower and then I'll take you shopping to make it up to you." "Yay!" Cindy cheered, running downstairs to the kitchen. Cindy loved to shop. We returned from the mall that afternoon laden with packages and bags. I'd bought Cindy two new sundresses, some short skirts and tight little tank tops, three pairs of new shoes and, above all, over a dozen pairs of new panties, mostly fancy ones with lots of dainty lace trim, some with matching camisoles or crop top bralettes. Cindy could hardly wait to model everything for me. She insisted that I sit down on the living room couch with a beer while she brought everything into the kitchen, making it her impromptu dressing room. Cindy modelled her sundresses first, walking the length of the living room like a runway model, twirling around to walk back to the kitchen. With each twirl, her dress flew up, giving me a glimpse of her new panties. Then Cindy came out of the kitchen in one of her new skirts and tank top, her tiny nipples visible through the thin material. My flirty little niece lifted her skirt, flashing her new panties. As she walked back to the kitchen, she lifted the back of her skirt, giving me a view of her adorable little bottom. Since I'd bought her more underwear than outerwear, Cindy's last few trips from the kitchen were in panties and camisole or bralette, or in just panties alone. Cindy saved her favorite pair for last, satiny pink rumba panties with rows of frothy white lace along the bottom. Instead of returning to the kitchen, she climbed into my lap and threw her arms around my neck. "Thank you, Uncle Randy," Cindy said, kissing me on the cheek. "You're welcome, princess," I said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Put on your robe and we'll order some dinner." Cindy ran upstairs to change out of her fancy panties and put a bathrobe on. After salad and pizza, we sat on the couch in our robes and watched a Disney DVD. During the movie, my mind wandered. With Cindy snuggled up against me, my arm around her little body, I wondered how far I was willing to go with her. There was still time to stop, and in time she'd forget all about special kisses and cum soaked panties. But within me burned a desire, fueled by memories of my sister when we were younger, all the sexy and forbidden things we'd done together that still made my heart beat faster. What limits were I willing to set? With someone as young as Cindy, vaginal or anal sex were out of the question, for both the pain it would cause and the effects a pediatrician would detect during a checkup. That meant that oral and manual gratification would have to suffice, but only if Cindy were a willing partner. I had no intention of forcing my niece to do anything. "Uncle Randy?" Cindy asked after the movie ended. "Yes, princess?" "Can we watch another movie?" I looked at my watch; it was still early, and it was a Saturday night. We usually slept late on Sundays. "Sure, Cindy," I replied. "What would you like to watch?" "Well," she said, hesitating. "Can we watch one of those sexy movies? You know, the ones you watch in your bedroom on your laptop." I'd fallen into the habit of watching porn DVDs on my computer late at night. No doubt, Cindy had heard them through the wall that separated our bedrooms. "I'm not sure that's appropriate," I said. "Please?" She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. "They're really boring for kids like you." "Please, Uncle Randy?" Cindy laid her head on my chest and stroked my cheek with her hand. I could never resist feminine wiles, even those of a young girl like her. "Okay, I'll get one," I said. I got up from the couch and went upstairs to my bedroom. I kept my small collection on the top shelf of my bedroom closet, out of sight of curious little girls. Riffling through the stack of disks, I looked for one that wasn't too raunchy. "Anal Avengers IX" was right out, as was "White Chicks and Black Dicks". Finally I found a mostly vanilla disk, "Cheerleader Orgy", and headed back downstairs. I slotted the disk, sat on the couch, and picked up the remote. "Cindy, I want you to remember something," I said. "Sex isn't really like what you're going to see in this movie. It's an expression of love between two people, and the movie doesn't show that." "Okay," she said, settling under the crook of my arm as I hit the "PLAY" button. The first scene, predictably, showed a group of cheerleaders in their locker room, in various states of undress, mostly in bra and panties. Soon enough, two of them start to make out and things progress to the point where one lies naked on a bench while the other eagerly laps at her pussy. Other cheerleaders grope the pair's breasts and bottoms. "Ooooh...special kisses," Cindy said. She watched, transfixed, as a cheerleader enjoyed a loud, probably fake orgasm. Another cheerleader rubbed her shaved pussy while she watched the others, bringing herself to an equally overwrought climax. By this time, Cindy had her robe open, and was rubbing the crotch of her little pink cotton panties, one of the pairs I'd bought her that day. Then she slipped her hand under the waistband to touch her bald little pussy directly. As the camera showed a closeup of the cheerleader's swollen clitoris, Cindy adjusted her fingers, trying to emulate the woman on the wide screen television. "Oooooh..." Cindy let out a moan when she found her little button, her fingers busy inside her tiny pink cotton panties. I was watching Cindy more than the movie at this point, my hard cock straining against my boxer briefs, the only thing keeping them from popping out of the front of my bathrobe. Cindy seemed close to coming when the scene faded out and another began. This time, a single cheerleader sat across a desk from an older man, her coach. He reprimanded her for some petty offense and the cheerleader pleaded with him not to cut her from the squad. To keep her position, she went over behind the desk and knelt at the coach's feet, unzipping his fly and reaching in his pants for his cock. She began to suck him with long, slow strokes, her fingers dancing over the shaft of his cock. Cindy watched this with her little mouth open, her fingers once again busy inside her panties. "Boys like that?" she asked as she watched the perky blonde cheerleader blow her coach. "A lot," I said. I pictured Cindy's little mouth stretched around my shaft, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing a load in my shorts. The coach lifted the cheerleader up and bent her over his desk, pulling down her white cotton panties and brusquely shoving his cock into her pussy from behind. As he began to thrust vigorously, he lifted her tunic and bra up over her breasts, mashing and kneading them while he fucked her. "Wow," Cindy said as she watched the actress push her ass back to meet the actor's thrusts. Her little hands were busy inside her panties, and as she watched the movie she let out a series of soft gasps and moans. Then Cindy pulled her panties down around her thighs, exposing her bare little pussy, unselfconsciously rubbing her tiny clit as she stared at the screen. It had been a while since I'd watched this disk, and I had forgotten how this scene ended. The coach pulled out of the cheerleader's wet pussy and pressed it against her puckered asshole. As Cindy watched, astonished, the coach pushed all eight inches of his cock into the cheerleader's ass. "He stuck it in her bottom!" Cindy declared, astounded at what she was seeing. The cheerleader began to fake an intense orgasm as the coach pounded her ass, her fingers busy frigging her shaved cunt. Cindy had her panties off by now, her legs spread as she sat on the couch and pleasured herself. When the coach pulled out of the cheerleader's anus and sprayed his cum all over her ass cheeks, Cindy let out a little cry and froze on the couch. She rubbed herself some more before letting out another soft moan, keeping this up until the scene faded out. "I suppose you have questions," I said, pausing the disk. "He stuck it in her bottom," Cindy said. "Doesn't it hurt?" "Yes, at least at first," I replied. "What they didn't show you was how they use lotion to make it go in easier. That's why his penis glistened so much." "Oh," Cindy said. "She seemed to like it." "A lot of times they fake it," I said. "They're actors, after all." "Oh, right," she said. Cindy was an LA girl; she knew from actors. "Anything else you want to know, sweetheart?" "No," she replied. "Let's go to sleep, then," I said. "You can sleep in my bed if you want." "Yay!" Cindy cheered. Sleeping on my big futon bed was a real treat for her. She loved to snuggle up against me and rest her head on my shoulder. Cindy put her panties back on and we headed upstairs to bed. I was drifting off to sleep when I felt a warm, wet sensation on the tip of my penis. Thinking that I had pissed myself or something, I groggily reached down to feel whether the front of my pajamas were wet. Instead, I felt silky hair and soft skin. In the dim moonlit glow of my bedroom I could see Cindy with my semi-hard cock in her mouth. "What the fuck?" I blurted, reaching for the bedside light. Cindy squinted as her eyes adjusted to the glare, releasing my cock from her mouth. "I...I...I just wanted to..." Cindy stammered, tears beginning to flow. "C'mere," I said, pulling her on top of me and holding her. "It's okay, sweetie." I couldn't stay mad at Cindy. She'd seen things on the DVD that she wanted to try for herself. I stroked her hair and back as she quietly sobbed. "I just wanted to make you feel good, Uncle Randy," she said. "I know, princess," I whispered. "I'm not angry." "You're not?" She lifted up her head and looked at me with her teary face. I reached for a tissue and dried her rosy cheeks. "You're my special little girl," I said, kissing the tip of her nose. This brought out a smile on Cindy's face. "I love you, Uncle Randy," she said. "I love you, sweetheart." My cock was trapped under Cindy's thighs. She could feel it, too, and she began to rub her thighs against it. "Uncle Randy?" "Yes, sweetie?" "Can I suck on it a little?" "You really want to do this, don't you?" I said. Cindy nodded. "Okay, princess. Let me show you how." Cindy rolled off of me as I sat up in bed, my now hard member springing free and bobbing above my crotch. She curled up between my legs and gently wrapped her hand around my shaft. "Remember, keep your mouth open wide so you don't scrape it with your teeth." "Okay," Cindy said, her lips just an inch from the tip of my hard cock. She looked at it for a moment before guiding it into her mouth, wrapping her soft lips around the shaft. "Use your tongue, too," I instructed, as Cindy began to move her lips up and down. Immediately, I felt her tongue bathe my cock. It felt heavenly. "I can't get it all in my mouth," Cindy said. "That's okay, princess. Suck what you can, use your hands on the rest." Cindy concentrated on the tip of my cock with her lips and tongue, using both hands to stroke my shaft. The tension I felt inside me, pent up from an evening of watching porn with a masturbating little girl, formed a kernel of pleasure that started at the head of my cock and radiated throughout my body. I could feel my balls tighten up as I watched my pretty little niece pleasure my cock with her warm mouth. It wouldn't take long, not long at all. "I'm gonna come, sweetie," I said, warning her. She nodded her head, still sucking my cock. I tried to hold back, but the first spurt of cum erupted from my tool, down the back of Cindy's throat. With a look of surprise, she pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked the shaft, watching as jet after jet of semen spurted from my penis, arcing in the air and falling back on my pajamas and her hands. "Cool," she said. "Did I do that right?" "Yes, you did," I said, reaching for more tissues to clean up the mess. As I wiped semen from the front of my pajamas, Cindy licked some from her finger, wrinkling her nose at the taste. She wiped her hands on my pajama bottoms. "Tastes funny," she said. "Yeah, it's an acquired taste." I removed my pajamas. "Would you like a special kiss, princess?" "Yes, please!" Cindy said. She peeled off her little pink panties and scooted up to the head of the bed, spreading her legs. Just like the first time, I planted a trail of kisses from her nose to her knees before working up her creamy thighs to kiss her bald pussy. She sighed as I teased her tiny clit from its hiding place, making her come again and again, her little body writhing with pleasure on my big futon. "I love your special kisses," Cindy whispered as we lay together afterwards, naked under the soft sheets. She snuggled against me, her head resting in the crook of my arm, her thigh draped across mine, her wet little pussy pressed against my hip. For the rest of Cindy's eighth year, we pleasured each other almost every night. Sometimes, Cindy would sit on my chest, her back to me, her hairless little pussy pressed against my mouth while she sucked the head of my cock. Most of the time, though, we'd take turns curled up between each other's legs; Cindy would suck me until I came and then I'd lick her tiny clit, giving her one orgasm after another. © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com