Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It was a warm, humid June evening, and six year old Sylvia Tillis lay restless in bed, having thrown the covers off herself due to the sweat. This was not her own bed she was laying in, but neither was it an unfamiliar one. It was the bed of her uncle and aunt, in the small yet cozy guest bedroom of the house on their farm. Laying there sleepless, Sylvia couldn't imagine that her uncle got many other guests besides her, and if there were they would've needed to settle for a child-sized bed in a child-sized room. Perhaps this is the room her uncle and aunt intended for the child they never had. But until that happened, Sylvia was more than content to occupy this room as often as she could. In the car ride over, she told her parents that she wished their anniversary happened every month, not every year, so that she could stay with Uncle Bertie more often. They laughed, but she was serious. Albert Tillis always took a special liking to his niece. When they would watch cartoons on his couch, he would snuggle with her or have her rest on his lap. He would tell her a bed time story every night, and even lay with her until she fell asleep. Given how tiny this bed was, and how stout her uncle was, they would need to cuddle together very close, something her own father never did with her. She never had trouble falling asleep when she was in her dear uncle's arms. But what stirred Sylvia now, in the dead of night, was not the unfamiliarity of the bed, nor the heat of summer. It wasn't the bright light of the full moon that creeped in through a slit in the curtain. It wasn't that she missed her parents, because she never felt alone when she was in this bedroom. The thing that kept Sylvia up now was a sound. It was a loud, heavy, wet slapping sound. It echoed through the hall from the other end of the house. Sylvia shut her eyes, and it only seemed to enhance its volume. She turned around in bed, and opened her eyes, and she realized: what disturbed her now wasn't the sound itself, but the guilt she felt from being able to hear it. Her eyes had landed on a wedding photo of her aunt and uncle that stood on the bedside table. Marriage was always a beautiful thing to Sylvia. She couldn't wait to get married one day, and have a man kiss her the way Uncle Bertie was kissing Aunty Janet. She looked so young and so beautiful... and Uncle Bert even had hair (but Sylvia thought he looked even better now that he was bald). When she grew up, Sylvia wanted to become a wedding photographer. She loved capturing these moments of true love, true family. Sylvia loved seeing love, loved giving love, and loved receiving it. It bothered her slightly that her father didn't share much intimacy with her as much as her uncle did. Uncle Bertie has probably kissed Sylvia more times than her own father has at this point. And he spent more quality time with her. He would take Sylvia around the farm and show her the animals. When she spotted two of them mating, Uncle Bertie explained to her how sex worked. How the male showed his affection for the female by mounting her and inserting his love into her, allowing her to carry his child. Sylvia thought that was such a romantic concept... why didn't her own daddy explain things like this to her? The only things her parents told her were things NOT to do. Like, don't sit on daddy's lap in front of guests. Don't tug at mommy's breasts at a gathering. And most importantly, don't open their door in the middle of the night without knocking. Sylvia simply couldn't just shut her eyes and try to go back to sleep. The sound itself isn't what prevented her; in fact she found it quite soothing. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin... it almost sounded like music to her. No, it was the mere fact that she could hear it that bothered her. Perhaps Uncle and Aunty were so used to being alone that they forgot to shut the door. Should Sylvia go and tell them? She rose, fully alert, the slapping coming in even louder and clearer that one of her ears was not resting on the pillow. She tiptoed hurridly through the creaking hall. As she arrived at their wide open bedroom door, she froze, and she finally admitted to herself what she knew all along: she didn't come here out of a desire to let them know... but to get a glimpse of this herself. Their curtains were widely drawn, moonlight illuminating their entire bedroom, shining squarely on their bed. Sylvia stood not in the doorway, but in the shadows of the hallway, and tried to stealthily peek inside. At the very end of the bedframe, Albert's feet pointed towards Sylvia; he was lying down on his back. On top of him was Janet, her back towards Sylvia. The two of them were conjoined. And suddenly they weren't. And just as soon they were again. Uncle's beefy hands seemed to simultaneously caress and firmly handle aunty's ample tushy, the fat of her ass weaved through his paunchy fingers, and rippled every time he rammed upwards. Her hands were hanging on for dear life at the top of the top of the headboard. Every single thrust seemed to launch her upwards, and before gravity could even pull her back down Uncle was balls deep into her again. Sylvia, losing herself, moved her hands delve down and hike up her pink polka dot nighty. She ran her left hand up her thigh, found her kitty hole, and discovered it to be wet. What was wrong with her? She didn't need to pee. But yet, for some reason, she felt herself aroused in a way she never was before. There were so many things Sylvia didn't understand. Was Uncle hurting Aunty? She was being rammed so hard... her squeals and moans were that of a wild animal being manhandled. But she seemed to slam down on him just as much as he hammered up towards her. Why did he need to pound her in this manner? Sylvia understood that a couple needed to "try" for a baby... were they trying *really* hard? After not having a baby so many years? Why did her parents never do this? Sylvia had listened at her parents' bedroom door on more than one occasion, and it was a different noise. The bed creaking, the covers shuffling. It was erratic, discordant. Bertie and Janey's union was more... pleasing. No, fixating. Intoxicating. Sylvia couldn't take her eyes off. She crept forward, so sure Uncle would not see her, due to being obscured by Auntie's buxom body. She entered the bedroom, her footsteps muffled by carpet. Now that she had an even better view, she could see, for a brief moment at a time, the moonlight illuminate the tool that Uncle used to drill so powerfully into Aunty. When she learned about animal mating from Bertie, she was told human boys had a penis too. She never imagined it would look so... handsome. It was thick and veiny, the way Uncle's arms were. Its head stood atop it like a crown. The freely dangling balls flew up and down with each thrust, adding to the passion. Sylvia now realized the rhythmic noises she heard were a combination of many things. Uncle's shaft entering its target, his balls meeting her wet pussy lips. His thighs pounding her asscheeks. Her breasts coming down and slapping together before she was hammered upwards again. All of these happened in unison, like a symphony. As the copulation got louder, Sylvia was content her approach wouldn't be heard. She came very close now, if she just reached out she would be able to place her hands on the edge of the bed. She could hear Uncle's panting, nearly masked by Auntie's constant whelps and shrieks. Uncle must've been getting weary, but for some reason he only jackhammered faster. Auntie delved one of her hands down to her belly area and started rubbing it furiously, her free hand gripping the headboard even harder. Sylvia understood what must've been happening. Uncle was going to "cum". Sylvia learned from her uncle that the boy releases his sperm into the girl and that's how he puts a baby in her. She wondered what it looked like, what it FELT like to feel it entering your womb... even what it tasted like. Luckily for her, it looked like soon at least the first of those questions would be answered. To Sylvia's surprise, something different happened. The hammering stopped all of a sudden, and Janet let out a short shriek. She lifted her hips and completely came off of Bertie's cock. Rather than see liquid shooting out of the penis like Sylvia expected, she instead saw Auntie gush forth of an immense amount of water. Was she... peeing? No... it didn't look like it; it didn't smell like it. The way Auntie was fiercely rubbing herself... it must've been a different phenomenon. After Auntie had completely drenched Uncle's cock and the sheets beneath them, she fell forward and began to kiss him passionately. Sylvia was reminded of their wedding picture. What Sylvia was witnessing now was true love. It was so beautiful, so romantic. Sylvia wished she could see more such displays of affection, without having to sneak into someone's bedroom. One day, she hoped a man would make love to her in public as well. After all, if you could show you love for someone in front of others by kissing, why couldn't you pound them hard in public as well? Now that Uncle had unsheathed his member from Aunty's passage, Sylvia was able to get a perfect view of it. It was sandwiched between her buttcheeks, her squirt coating it made it glisten in the moonlight. Sylvia was so close to the bed now, she could've just reached out and grasped it. Perhaps just take it into her mouth, just to see what it tasted like... Sylvia came to her senses. What was she thinking? She had no right to be here. She turned around and began to creep out of the room. "Sylvia, honey." Sylvia froze. She was frightened. But her aunt's words were soothing, taking an almost motherly tone. "Sylvia, would you be a dear and give uncle a hand?" she called again. Sylvia turned around now, sheepishly approaching the bed. "I'm sorry Auntie, I-" Janet shushed her niece, placing her index finger on Sylvia's lips. Sylvia could feel wetness of the squirt on her finger. "Come up on the bed with us, honey." Janet now patted the edge of the mattress, which was also soaked. She was looking down at Sylvia, smiling, and her other hand was gently stroking Uncle Albert's member up and down. It was still standing high at attention. A combination of guilt and shame overwhelmed Sylvia, but her aunt's soft eyes and quiet tone were enough to still her beating heart. "Sylvie," Janet leaned forward, still stroking her husband's cock as she spoke softly, "I rode your uncle till he made me cum so hard..." Though Sylvia didn't fully comprehend what her aunt meant, but her voice sounded exhausted. "Can you take care of your uncle so I can rest a bit?" Sylvia's worry started to subside. She knew her aunt and uncle were never ones to chastise her. She felt her uncle lean forward and begin to run his hand through her hair. "I'm achin, sweetie" he said hushed voice. "Your auntie's sexy body got me all worked up..." Well I certainly don't want Uncle Bertie to be in pain, Sylvia thought to herself. He was always so nice to her... the least she could do for him is to help him alleviate his stress. "Do you want me to... stroke it?" Sylvia asked reaching her hand out hesitantly. Auntie Janet took it and gently guided her towards his member. His cock was still soaking wet from the intense squirt. Sylvia tried to wrap her hand around it, and was barely able to touch her thumb to middle finger. His cock was stout, but also muscly and veiny, just like Albert himself was. Her eyes were fixated on his member. Moments ago she contemplated getting just one more glimpse of it before running away to her bed, and now she finally had her hand around it. "Your uncle's gun have a hard time cummin when you go that slow, baby." Sylvia heard her aunt say endearingly. Sylvia was so infatuated with this gorgeous cock that she forgot what she was tasked to do: she needed to make her uncle cum. To Sylvia, there was no better sign of affection than cumming for your loved one. What better way to say I love you than to get your body to secrete the very love juices it was made with? Sylvia knew she didn't have her aunt's voluptuous body, but she also knew her uncle loved her very much. She was determined to give this her all. She began to jerk it faster, which prompted a low grunt from Albert. Knowing her efforts were having an effect turned Sylvia on so much. She found herself drawing her face closer to the head of the penis, almost instinctively. It felt like she was losing control of herself. Her eyes barely inches away from it now, Sylvia saw a trickle of clear fluid emerge from the tip. "I did it Auntie!" Sylvia exclaimed. "Uncle came for me!!" Janet couldn't help but chuckle at Sylvia's childlike enthusiasm. "Oh hon," Janet said, composing herself, "that's only your uncle's precum. When he cums for you sweetie, you'll *know*," she explained, giving an acknowledging nod to her husband. Sylvia's high spirits were immediately dashed. She resolved to do more, whatever it took to relieve her beloved uncle! No, it wasn't just for her him that she was doing this. She wanted to satisfy her curiousity, her desires, her lust. She wanted to taste a man. She couldn't wait any longer. "Aunty, can I... suck it?" Janet's and Albert's eyes met; they gave each other the look that loving parents give each other when their child says something sweet. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Sylvia." Albert assured, raising his body from its lying state. "No, uncle.... I want to." Sylvia confessed, not knowing whether she should be ashamed of herself. But she wasn't, anymore. "Oh honey..." Albert let out, his voice almost breaking. He was always a very sentimental man. He almost let out tears of joy when Sylvia's lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and laid back on the pillow, enjoying the innocent lips of a child around his member. A feeling that too few men on this Earth get to experience. Albert and Janet loved to spoil Sylvia every chance they got. They would buy candy for her whenever she'd ask. And now, Sylvia treated his penis like a lollipop, sucking intently at the head. But her lips didn't sink deeper than that. After some time, Sylvia felt pressure at the back of her head. Her aunt had slipped a hand under Sylvia's hair and grasped her by the back of her skull. She then, tenderly, shoved her niece as far as she could go, and held her there until she started to gag. As Sylvia experienced the huge cock poke at her tonsils, she began to reflect on how fortunate she was, to have a responsible aunt who would teach her to suck dick properly. Tears begin to run down Sylvia's cheeks, and her aunt did not relent in the force that she applied. It wasn't until those tears fell down from her cheeks that Sylvia was eventually released from that hold. No doubt Bertie had felt those tears fall onto his pubic hair, and he had raised himself up in order to get his wife to let her go. She shot up off of his erection, gasping for air. Her mouth was now full of the taste of her uncle's precum and her aunt's ejaculate. The combined flavor of both made Sylvia feel like she could taste the very essence of their love itself. "Dear, why don't you fuck her face?" Sylvia didn't know what "fuck" meant. She tried to form words between her coughs, in order to ask her aunt the definition. Just as she was beginning to recover, she opened her eyes, and was greeted by a raging hard erection, barely centimeters in front of her eyes. Sylvia thought that she was choking on it for what seemed like an eternity, that some of that fluid that slid down her throat HAD to be his cum. But all of her efforts to get him flaccid have somehow made him even more erect. She gaped her mouth wide in shock. Albert didn't hesitate to capitalize on the opportunity. He simultaneously grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock deep into her mouth in a single go. He flew out of the gate thrusting wildly, testing the six year old's deepthroat ability by both gyrating his hips into her mouth and pulling her head in with such vigor that Sylvia worried she might not be able to speak properly after this. Her hands shot up as a reflex and landed squarely onto his stocky thighs, pushing forward, betraying her. She didn't in the slightest want him to stop. And Albert knew this. Or maybe he didn't care. Because her feeble body's attempt at getting him to slow down only made him ram her mouth harder. She was so petite, so defenseless. His balls swung so deep below her chin they almost tapped her neck. Despite the darkness, Albert could see her jaw extend with each push in order to fully accomodate him. Despite Albert's heavy grunts, the creaking of the bed from his gravity, and her own gagging, Sylvia could somehow hear her aunt sighing to herself, even rubbing herself. Sylvia was in heaven. She would trade all the air in her lungs if it meant this cock would never escape her mouth. Lost in her reverie, Sylvia was nearly jolted out of it when the pounding stopped. The penis in her mouth was retracted till only the tip was submerged. All Sylvia wanted to do in that moment was open her eyes and plead for more. But no sooner did she feel a sensation for the first time in her life: the taste of what could be no other than sperm. It flew with such speed into her mouth, heating her insides as it sank down her throat. Only little droplets of it fell onto her tongue, just enough to give her a taste. By the time she was trying to fully swallow down the first batch, a second salvo entered her, almost going down her windpipe. She arched her tongue, and a third rope of cum painted it, allowing her to truly relish this new delicacy. Uncle was now jerking himself with one hand, the other grasping the back of her head firmly. The last few morsels entered just beyond her lips. She scooped it all up with her tongue, taking a brief moment to savor her Uncle's love, before gulping it down. "MMMmm... save some for me next time, baby" Sylvia could hear her aunt's voice after what felt like the longest time. Janet wrapped her arms around her, after Albert nearly collapsed backwards onto the bed out of exhaustion. Janet leaned in to give what Sylvia thought would be a peck on the lips, but turned out to be an open mouth makeout. Sylvia felt her aunt's tongue being shoved into her mouth, just as her uncle's cock just was, no doubt trying to collect any remnants of him lingering inside her. Janet and Sylvia relaxed together onto the bed, still in their embrace. With their heads on the pillow, Sylvia felt Uncle's arm wrap around the both of them, and the three snuggled close. Sylvia thinks she understood now, what "fucking" meant. It's when you love someone so much that you pound them hard and make them squirt. It's when you feel comfortable sinking your cock into them to its limit without expressly getting their permission first. It's when you deepthroat them so hard you forget to allow them to breathe. You don't just want them. You NEED them. And one thing Sylvia was sure of, without a shadow of a doubt, was that her uncle loved her. She felt the proof of it deep within her belly, its palate still lingering on her taste buds. With this newfound contentment, Sylvia drifted off into a peaceful sleep.