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 Author: EXPLORER
Title: Edward's Children
Summary: Edward's encounters with the 7 year old daughter of a friend
awakens his earliest memories of sexual awareness and triggers his desire
to explore sexual relations with pre-teen and pre-school girls.  In the
years that followed, he explored his sexuality with many special girls of
all ages.

   Story codes: MF Mf Mg ped / pedo pre-teen pre-school inc oral anal ws

   The story contains explicit, detailed, sexual content.  All acts
performed by all characters in the story are consensual or consensual by
trick and nobody is harmed or hurt in any way.  Please do not continue if
you are offended.

   CHAPTER 7 AMY ENTRUSTED TO THE CARE OF UNCLE EDDIE

   I got a call from Sarah mid morning just to say hello.  I got another
call from her in the afternoon to say that George's relatives had
telephoned to tell her that George's parents had been involved in a road
accident.  She'd spoken to George and was waiting for him to call back with
news.  She called me later to tell me that George's father was dead and his
mother was in hospital.  I offered to do anything I could to help, of
course there was nothing I could do.

   I got home about 5.30pm to be met at the door by Tuti who was bouncing
up and down like a coiled spring.  She was so excited by her day.  She was
speaking at a hundred miles and hour telling me about the teachers, the
children, the classroom, the playground, her new 'best' friends.  Again, I
had to call into play all my listening skills.  Actually that's not right,
I admit I was not massively interested in the detail, but watching her face
lit up and feeling her excitement was a joy to behold.  She was not only
beautiful she so pleased by the smallest of things.  She was skipping round
the flat all evening, shuffling her bits around in preparation for the
following day which clearly could not come quick enough for her.

   I called George at home to offer my sympathy.  He explained that his
father had died, they weren't sure whether he died from his injuries or
he'd had a heart attack.  George's mother had neck injuries and was
paralysed; they were hoping that the paralysis might be temporary caused by
the swelling.

   I dropped Tuti off at school the following morning.  She ran straight to
her new friends, jabbering away to them.  Sarah called me mid morning to
update me on what was happening.  George was trying to sort out flights
back.  He was going to get himself an open ticket and get her a seven or
ten day return.  She explained that the following week was Amy's school
exam week.  Amy was in a school which followed an American (I think) system
which required the children to take exams at the end of each academic year
to establish if they had reached the required standard to progress to the
next class.  They were consequently thinking about leaving Amy here and not
taking her back for the funeral.  Again, out of courtesy, I offered to do
anything I could to help.

   Sarah called me on Wednesday to say that they had gotten flights out on
Friday.  "Have you got someone to look after Amy?" I asked.  "That's the
reason I'm calling you now," she replied.  "We've discussed the situation
with Amy and she asked if she can stay with you and Tuti.  I've told her
that wouldn't be possible because you're on your own and wouldn't be able
to cope with her."

   "We'd love to have Amy!" I told her.  "Tuti would be thrilled to have a
playmate staying."

   "What about dropping her off and picking her up from school and the
domestic chores in between?" she asked.

   "Sarah, it's not like I haven't had children, I know the routine, I am
sure I can manage a little inconvenience for a week or so."

   "OK," she said, "I'll speak to George when he gets in."

   "Tell him I'd be happy to give you a lift to the airport on Friday if
you want one." She thanked me and rang off.  I sat back in my chair, my
mind racing.  My own little seven year old for a week!  Why me?  I
wondered. Did Amy really ask to stay with us or did Sarah push her towards
us?  Amy did get on well with Tuti and I have always spoilt her, maybe she
did ask to stay with us.  Then again, surely she would have wanted to stay
with her regular long-standing best friend(s), she'd only known Tuti for
one night.

   Was Sarah trying to, surreptitiously, get her feet under my table?  I
read a study one time about married couples having affairs often
engineering social relationships between themselves and their respective
spouses.  Maybe planting Amy in my home was Sarah's way of getting a step
closer to installing herself in my house?  Did she suspect my attraction to
Amy?  Did she want to tempt me?  Did she know she was placing Amy's
innocence in jeopardy?  Was she doing that on purpose?  I had a lot to
think about.

   That evening Tuti was her usual bright, bouncy self.  She was still
engrossed in the day to day detail of her new adventure at school.  I
didn't mention to her that Amy might be staying with us because I yet to
get my head around how to handle it.  And, for that matter, it might not
happen and we'd both be disappointed.

   The next day I got the confirmation call from Sarah.  I was taking them
to the airport at 10am and collecting Amy from school at 3.30pm.  After
five years, suddenly everything was happening so quickly!  The opportunity,
I had planned for and waited so patiently was suddenly upon me and I felt
panic, I wasn't ready, I didn't have a plan.  I thought of nothing else, I
needed a plan and I didn't know where to start.  Tuti had been sleeping in
my bed.  Would I achieve more with her in my bed?  Do I recruit her to help
with the objective?  Do I try and keep her out of the way?  What do I hope
to achieve?  Do I hope to attempt to turn Amy into a willing partner? 
Would she tell?  I suspected that I would not have the self discipline
necessary to resist penetrating her to some degree.

   So, to that end I had purchased some Vielle lubricant (none of that crap
KY stuff for my baby) and some analgesic cream, the stuff that you rub on
babies teeth when their teething.  I also bought some sleeping tablets, not
prescription stuff, just the help you relax types.  I bought some colouring
books and similar bits to keep Amy and Tuti amused.  And, I bought a video
security system.  The system consisted of two cameras inside small boxes
looking like burglar alarm beam boxes and was configured so that I could
log in remotely from my computer.  I rigged that up with one camera in the
main bathroom on the wall at one end of the bath pointing at the toilet. 
And one in the spare bedroom.  They were a bit obvious, but I am sure that
Amy and Tuti wouldn't understand what they were.

   That night I discussed the situation with Tuti.  She was excited about
Amy staying with us and the prospects of playing little girl games
together. (Not as excited as me!!) I told her that she had to sleep in the
maid's quarters.  I explained how unhappy that made me but it had to be
done.  She seemed to understand.  At 9pm I suggested she get herself ready
for bed whilst I made her a drink of hot chocolate.  I wanted to test out
the sleeping tablets.  I wanted test how effective they were.  The
instructions said one or two tablets for adults.  I crushed one of the
sleeping tablets into her drink.  About an hour later she was yawning and
her eyes were really heavy as she fought to stay awake.  I switched off the
T.V.  and taking her hand I led her sleepy body to the bedroom and into the
toilet.

   "You go first," I said to her.  Raising her shirt she sat down and
immediately emptied her bladder.  I had taught her to wear no underwear
with her night-shirt and as I watched her I wondered whether that was
something I could use with to get at Amy's cunnie i.e.  having Tuti running
around with no panties on?  Tuti dragged herself off to the bed and by the
time I'd emptied my balder she was lying on her side, fast asleep.  I slid
in beside her and played with her body.  Squeezing her tits and tweaking
her nipples didn't wake her.  And, fingering her pussy didn't wake her but
as I did that most nights it wasn't a good test of how deep her sleep was.
I tickled her sphincter with my finger tips and that didn't raise any
reaction.  I slowly slid my finger past her sphincter into her rectum and
that caused her move away to lay on her stomach.

   I got the Vielle out.  With a splodge of the stuff on the end of my
finger I presented it at her back door and gently circled her sphincter
before pushing forward my finger.  It slid in like a toboggan on the down
hill run.  She didn't react.  I pumped her bottom slowly and it was only
when I was in up to the knuckle that the cheeks of her arse clenched.  I
rolled her back onto her side.  I dipped the end of my dick into the Vielle
and slid it between the cheeks of her arse.  My dick was throbbing at her
back door and she slept soundly.  I fucked her cheeks a little just
enjoying the sensation of my dick sliding between her butt cheeks.  The
feeling of her soft, warm, twelve year old little girl arse on my very
slippy dick was gorgeous.

   I pushed up against her back door, my bell end sliding in effortlessly.
I felt her body move forward as if to try and escape from the foreign
object inside her rectum.  I held it there not moving and she settled down.


   By now I'd concluded that the tablets had induced a deep sleep but she
was a long way from unconscious.  Moving just slightly, I felt dizzy at the
sensation caused by her sphincter clamped around the base of my bell end. I
desperately wanted to bury my meat deep in her colon but could feel she was
on the border of waking.  My dick moving in jerks of less than 1/2 an inch
was enough to take me over the edge and my balls exploded their contents
into her rectum.  The feeling was exquisite!  The thought of what was
happening was erotic.  I wanted it to last for ever.  I lay there, my dick
plugging her arse, my sponk filling her rectum.  After some minutes my dick
deflated and the head popped out of her arse.  I warmed a face cloth under
the hot water tap and cleaned her arse off before sliding in beside her.

   Next morning Tuti was up bright and early making my morning cup of tea.
She seemed no the worse for wear.  She'd slept well.  She wasn't showing
any signs or indications of a sore arse.  She was her usual happy chirpy
self and excited at the prospect of a play mate staying with us.  I dropped
her off at school before making my way to the office.

   I got to Sarah's place about 9.30am and loaded their cases into the car.
Sarah gave me a case with Amy's cloths etc.  She gave me the key to their
place so that we had access to anything lese that Amy might need.  I took
them to the airport and saw them through check-in.  I was concerned to say
whatever they wanted to hear to reassure them that I would look after Amy
but as neither of them mentioned her I didn't bother.  Sarah squeezed my
arms as we kissed good-bye.  That was that, I hand the keys to the candy
store and I was hungry.

   I was wishing my life away waiting for 3.30pm and was half an hour early
sat waiting for her outside school.  I took the time to open her case and
check the contents.  She had a little pink toiletries bag with teddy bears
on it.  Inside was a little teddy bear tooth brush.  I looked through her
clothing and came across a stack of a about a dozen pairs of panties.  I
thought about removing them, thinking it might useful if she didn't have
any.  I then decide to leave them and let her see them before
surreptitiously removing them from her room.  A bell rang at 3.30pm and
children came spilling through the doors.  I stood with 'other parents' me
eyes straining to sort through the malaise for my little seven year old
sweetie.

   Suddenly through the crowds she broke through, her waif like form clad
in her school uniform of khaki with green trim, white ankle socks and brown
sandals topped with a soft sun hat of khaki and green trim.  Dragging bags
and books she ran for the gate.  Seeing me she waved her arm; I waved back.
Her bright little face, beaming smile, dishevelled hair, dusty uniform, one
sock down and one up, testament to hard days playing.  As she approached I
knelt down lowering my face to her head height to greet her.  "Hi, Uncle
Eddie!" she shouted.

   "Hi, sweetie," I replied as I took charge of her bags and books.  With
her hand wrapped around my forefinger we walked to my car.

   "Have you had a good day?" I asked.

   "Yes, thanks," she replied.  At the car I lifted her in and sat her in
the middle of the back seat.  Off we went.  Watching in my rear view mirror
I was rewarded by an up-skirt view of her white panties and strained hard
to focus in on what looked like a small yellow stain in the middle. 
Evidence of a little girl impatient to get back in the playground with no
time to wipe up the dribbles.

   "Tuti and I are excited having you stay with us, " I told her.  "We're
going to have such a good time!  And whilst you're with us, you can do
anything you want and eat anything you like!  Is there something special
you'd like for dinner?" I asked.

   "Can we have pizza?" she asked.

   "We can and we will!" I replied.  I told her some funny children
stories, making her laugh and hopefully feel at ease.  Back at my place I
showed her to her room.  It's a three bedroom flat but one of the bedrooms
is set up as an office.  The room she was in had a double bed.  I opened
her case on the bed.  "Would you like a drink of juice?" I asked her.  "Yes
please," she replied.

   "OK, come with me and I'll show you where things are," I said.  I took
her to the kitchen and opened the fridge.  "You take anything you like any
time you like," I said.  "If you're thirsty or hungry, you don't need to
ask me just come and get what you want." I poured us both a long cold drink
of juice and we returned to the bedroom to unpack her case.  Whilst we were
unpacking Tuti got back and that was it, I was then on my own as the two of
them wondered off together, chattering away about little girl stuff.  I was
just about finished unpacking her clothes when the two of them came
bouncing back.

   "Uncle Eddie, can we play in the pool?" asked Amy.

   "You can," I replied.  "Tuti can't, unfortunately she hasn't got a
swimming costume."

   "She can swim in her panties," Amy suggested.

   "Sorry peaches, but there's too many people in the pool at this time of
day for Tuti to be swimming in her panties," I told her.  Tuti was stood to
the side, finger in her mouth, waiting for decisions.  "Can you swim Tuti?"
I asked?

   "No sir," she replied.

   "I can teach you!" Amy retorted with an enthusiastic and urgent tone.

   I checked the time, "If you really want to we can drive quickly to the
mall and buy Tuti a costume," I offered.

   "Yes!  Yes!" shouted Amy with glee and taking Tuti's hand she skipped
out to the car.

   At the mall I got us to one of those shops ran by locals selling cheap
clothes and wasting no time I got a sales assistant and told her to bring
us a choice of bathing suits to fit Tuti.  She spoke to Tuti in Indonesian,
I heard to word bikini and she went away.  I asked Tuti what she said and
she said she'd asked her whether she wanted a one piece or bikini.  I asked
her what she'd replied and she said she didn't know what one piece and
bikini meant.  The sales girl came back with a one piece in pale green and
a two piece in mid yellow.  I asked Tuti which she preferred and she
shrugged her shoulders.

   "The yellow one is prettier," said Amy.  Deal done we drove back to the
apartment.

   Back at the apartment I herded the two jabbering girls into my bedroom.
With both of their swim suits on the bed I announced, "OK girls, let's get
undressed and put our swim suits on and go swimming." Getting naked was
nothing new to Tuti and she started stripping off right away.  I watched
them out of the corner of my eye as I retrieved my shorts from the drawer.
Amy was looking at Tuti, I could see her thinking, "Tuti, help Amy with her
suit," I said.  Tuti now naked, took Amy by the hand and led her to the bed
where she started unbuttoning her dress.  Amy then also unfastened some of
the buttons.

   I also started stripping off, I wanted Amy to get used to seeing us all
naked.  I was confident that Tuti would show no surprise when she saw me
naked and hoped that her nonchalance would make Amy feel comfortable .  I
noticed Amy's nipples, they were not the pancake flat nipples I'd expect
for a seven year old, they had a little puffy substance to them.  They
looked yummy.  I also noticed the urine stain at the front of her panties.
By the time Amy down to just her panties I was naked and pretending to
fumble with my shorts.  I stood openly displaying the family jewels.  Tuti
was, as expected, oblivious to my flaccid member dangling proudly.  Amy was
not, her eyes glued to the secrets of my shorts.  Tuti was mumbling away
about trying to work out how the top of her suit went on.

   "Girls," I shouted causing Amy to lift her head from my dick to my face,
"it's important that you know that the pool people put a chemical in the
pool so that if anybody pees in the pool the water turns green and
everybody then knows who peed so you must go to the toilet before we go. 
You go first Tuti," I ordered.  Tuti dropped her costume and walked naked
into the bathroom.  Leaving the door open, as we do, she sat on the seat,
legs akimbo, an audible hssssssssssss emanating from between her legs. 
Having exposed myself for a good time for Amy I slipped on my shorts.  "OK
Amy, you next," I said and taking her hand, I led her into the bathroom. 
With no hesitation she dropped her panties to her ankles, giving me first
sight of her puffy little mound before she replaced Tuti on the still warm
seat.  I washed my hands in the sink besides her giving me a good vantage
point.  Hssssssssssssss I heard as another little girl filled my toilet
with her amber nectar.  Her head lowered to ensure that everything was
going in the right direction allowed me to shift my stance to give myself a
clear view of the stream emanating from her pussy and hitting the bowl in
front.

   I glanced back into the bedroom to check on Tuti.  She was bent double
forward, putting her foot through the leg opening of her swim suit bottoms.
Her bottom crack open and exposed to me.  So much happening, so much
choice, my head was swivelling between the two.  Amy's piss turned to a
dribble.  She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped front to back. 
She then brought the paper up to look at it's contents!  In addition to a
damp area was a brown steak.  Her earlier visit to the toilet must have
included a number two and she hadn't wiped properly.  She looked up at me
to see if I'd noticed.  "I think your botty needs a little wash before we
go into the pool sweetie, don't you?" I said nodding to her and smiling
reassuringly.  Picking her up directly off the seat I shuck her a little
allowing her panties to drop to the floor before lifting her into the bath.
I stood her there and switched on the shower head which was on a flexible
pipe.

   "Hold this honey," I said to her.  She stood there expressionless.  Her
white naked seven year old frame before me.  Her soft white hairless puppy
fat pussy sticking out between her legs.  A perfect 'V" with slit looking
like a simple black line up the middle.  I rubbed the soap in my hands and
the shower water and wasting no time, trying to act like it was just
normal, I put my left hand on her puppy fat mound and my right on her
bottom and commenced to wash.  I thought I was going to cream my pants on
the spot as all the senses in my finger tips lit up at once.  My right hand
rubbing her bottom, my middle finger sliding between her soft round cheeks
to find that smelly spot beneath and finger wash it clean.  My left hand
rubbing her impossibly soft little cunnie, feeling both side of her vulva
and the warmth between, my middle finger sliding along and ever so slightly
into her slit.  It was over in seconds.  I wanted it to last for ever.  I
wanted to push my right middle finger into her arse and my left middle
finger into her little love tube and fuck both holes at once.  It took all
my will power but I had to make it look like it was an act of washing dirty
bottoms not one of sexual molestation.

   I grabbed a towel and handed it to her.  Lifting her from the bath, "Dry
yourself, honey," I said, as gently and lovingly as I could and I
reluctantly left her to it.  Tuti was still trying to work out how her to
put on her swim suit top.  "Let me help you," I offered.  I stood behind
her and lowered the top over her and across her pert little titties before
pulling the straps back and adjusting and tightening them.  Turning her I
looked at the top and running my fingers under the top I adjusted it.  "You
look very pretty," I told her.  And, she did; she looked like a young
goddess, her sallow skin accentuated by the yellow costume, her pert
titties proudly supporting the top, her nipples clearly visible in relief,
her mound just discernable in relief.  Amy's naked seven year frame came
into view as she paddled out of the bathroom.

   "Come sweetheart, get your costume on," I said.  Amy's costume was a
blue one piece suit.  I knelt in front of her holding the leg hole of the
suit open.  She put her hand on my shoulder for support and lifted her leg
up to get her foot in.  The 'V' was transformed to a 'W', like a budding
flower opening as her labia lips parted like the petals of a flower.  As
she strained to lift her foot higher she exposed the pink interior of her
vulva, so pink, so soft, so moist.  It was over in seconds as first one
foot and then the second was in the suit and the suit was pulled up.  The
suit was obviously well used and obviously purchased when she was a little
smaller as the shoulder straps pulled it up into her pussy slit leaving
absolutely nothing to the imagination.  All ready, I grabbed a beach ball
and followed them as they ran off to the pool.

   There were about half a dozen other residents at the pool, all Asians.
The rules of the management restricted use of the pool to tenants and their
family and visiting friends, which we all new meant no maids or families of
maids.  If challenged, I would tell them that Amy needed Tuti to look after
her in the pool.  A rather shallow excuse, perhaps, as Amy swam like a fish
and Tuti didn't swim at all.  By the time I got to the pool Amy was in and
encouraging a very nervous Tuti to enter the shallow end via the steps.  I
threw Amy the ball and jumped in.  Amy clung to me, "Give me a throw, Uncle
Eddie!" she demanded.  Taking hold of her little feet I propelled her
upwards out of the water to watch her come crashing down.  Submerging, she
pulled her wet hair from her face, "Again!" she demanded.  Again, gripped
her little feet and pulled her up watching her little seven year old body
rise like a little Venus out of the water, her puffy little cunny clearly
revealed through the thin fabric of her suit.  "Again!" she demanded.

   "What about Tuti?  She's on her own." I asked.  Tuti stood nervously to
the side holding onto the ladder.  I threw the ball to Tuti, "You throw to
Amy!" I shouted.  We played ball for a while.  "Why don't you teach Tuti
how to swim while I take a rest?" I asked Amy.  I left them to get myself a
beer.  Returning with my beer, cell phone and some towels, I got myself a
sun bed in a good spot to watch the girls play and ordered us a pizza
delivery.  It was a joy just to sit and watch the two of them splashing and
giggling.  Tuti looked beautiful in her yellow bikini.  Her body had form
and the suit revealed it.  Hormones had started to form her little hips and
padding out the little globes of her bottom cheeks.  She had the most
beautiful pair of little titties pushing that suit forward with no effort.

   Compared to Tuti, Amy was almost sexless, her body showed some hints of
the fact that she was female; nipples just slightly more than flat and
bottom just a little too full and round to be a boy.  Whereas Tuti was
innocent, Amy was impish.  Tuti was naive, quiet, pure, innocent, obedient,
courteous, well behaved.  Amy was a live wire; curious, cheeky,
mischievous, impish, naughty.  Although perhaps the same intellectual age,
Tuti was sensible and reliable, Amy was a liability.  Those differences
made them ideal friends, Tuti was intrigued excited by the naughty things
her friend did and Amy was gratified by impressing an older girl.  As I
watched them I struggled to make a decisions on what to do, this evening,
to get myself on the inside of Amy's pants.  After running through several
complex plans I was coming down in favour of simply slipping them both a
sleeping tablet and molesting Amy's sleeping body.  It was not my favoured
scenario but I thought if I kept it simple and got it out of my system as
soon as possible I would give myself more time to do other stuff without
doing something silly and blowing the whole thing.

   The pizza guy arrived about 6.30pm and I called the girls out of the
water to the BBQ area where there was tables and chairs.  Wrapped in big
fluffy towels, I sat them down to three huge piazzas with different
toppings.  I left them to get some drinks and ice cream for desert.  By the
time I got back they were well tucked into the food, evidence of misguided
pizza was all round their lips.  They were jabbering away about little girl
stuff.  I watched Amy eating her pizza, her little pink tongue sliding
between her ruby red lips.  I had yearned for years to kiss those lips, to
slide my tongue between them and feel her tongue on mine.  I also yearned
to fuck her ears off but I was as sexually excited at the thought of
kissing her as fucking her.  "How do you like the pizza, Tuti?" I asked.

   "It's so yummy!" she replied.  All kids like pizza, I thought.  "Have
you had pizza before?" I asked?

   "No, never, but I have had a similar thing my mom cooks but it only
looks similar, it doesn't taste the same or as good as this." We got
through about two thirds of the pizza before giving up and starting on the
ice cream.  "Come," Amy said to Tuti, "let's play ball," and off they ran
into the gardens throwing and kicking the ball round having a great time. I
cleared up and returned to drink my beer and watch them play.

   After a while they decided they'd had enough.  "OK girls, why don't we
get you in he bath and wash that chlorine off?" I suggested.  Skipping
ahead of me, I followed them back to the flat.  I switched the tap on in
the bath to fill the tub and went into the study to switch on the computer.
I checked the camera alignment.  The camera was in the corner at the end of
the bath and gave me a view down across the bath to the toilet.  All set I
collected the girls from Tuti's room where they were inspecting her dolls.

   "OK girls, the bath's full, go and jump in and wash the chlorine off," I
commanded.  I followed them in and watched them strip off and climb in. 
Amy gave me a lovely view of her bottom bent over the tub, her crack opened
wide displaying her little pink sphincter as she lifted her leg to get in.
Amy sat herself in the tub at the camera end.  I closed the door on them
and went to the study, closing my door and tuned in.  I could see the back
of Amy's head and the front of Tuti.  I could also hear them talking.  They
frolicked about, paying scant attention to washing much just chattering
away.  "Did you see uncle Eddie's penis when we were getting our suits on?"
Amy asked.

   "Yes," said Tuti, "is that the first time you've seen one?"

   "No, I've seen my dad's and I've seen Robert's, he's my friend in our
flats, but I've never seen Uncle Eddie before," Amy replied.

   "Is Uncle Eddie's penis different?" asked Tuti.

   "Kind of," replied Amy, "I've only seen my dad when he's been weeing and
Robert is only ten.  But I sometimes go into the bushes with Robert and we
feel each others willies," said Amy.

   "Does it feel nice?" asked Tuti.

   "Yes it feels kinda funny," said Amy.  "Robert asked me if he could rub
his penis between my legs."

   "Did you let him?" asked Tuti.

   "Yes, I lay down and he lay on top of me and pushed his penis into my
willie, it hurt a bit first time and he said he wasn't sure he was doing it
properly," said Amy.  "Have you ever touched a boy's penis?" she asked.

   "No," replied Tuti.  Pheeeew that was a relief, good girl Tuti I
thought, I was getting worried about where this conversation was going.

   "When did your boobs start to grow?" asked Amy.

   "They started a couple of years ago," replied Tuti.  "It started with
them feeling sore to touch and then when my periods started they seemed to
pop up overnight."

   "What's periods?" asked Amy.

   "It's when you get to about ten, eleven or twelve, once a month blood
comes out of your couchie," said Tuti.

   "What's a coochie?" asked AMY.  Tuti pointed between her legs.  "Oh, I
call that my front bottom or my willie," said Amy.  "When did hair start to
grow on your willie?" asked Amy.

   "It all happened about the same time," Tuti informed.  "It started like
fluff and then stated turning to hair."

   "Did you see Uncle Eddie had hair on his willie?" remarked Amy.

   "I didn't notice," replied a lying Tuti.

   "When I rub Robert's willie it goes hard and stands up straight," said
Amy.

   "I think they all do that," replied Tuti.

   "Can I feel your boobs," asked Amy?

   "Sure," replied Tuti.  Amy reached forward and gently squeezed Tuti's
left tit with her little hand.

   "Wow, it's really soft," she said "I can't wait till mine grow.  Wanna
have a weeing contest?" challenged Amy.

   "What's that?" asked Tuti.

   "We stand up and see who can wee the furthest," replied Amy.

   "OK, you go first," said Tuti.  Amy got up and walked down to Tuti's end
of the bath.  Climbing onto the ledge at the end of the bath she bevelled
her knees and with a hand either side of her pristine white and hairless
vulva, she pulled open her outer labia lips giving me an unobstructed view
of the pink interior.  Seconds later urine gushed forth in a steady stream.
I could see her face grimace she tried applied internal pressure to try and
force the flow further.  This was too much.  Never in my wildest dreams had
I dared to hope for so much.  The years I had yearned for the sight of her
little pussy.  I'd counted the number of times she'd pissed unseen each
day, the toilets silent witness to my deepest desire.  Giggling she pissed
herself dry.  Not waiting for the last dribbles to drop free but letting
them run down her leg, she climbed down to mark the spot where her wee had
reached.  "OK, your turn," she said.

   Tuti, the supposedly good girl, climbed up to follow the naughty girls
example.  Her vulva looked so mature in comparison, the baby puppy fat gone
and the slit moved lower beneath her legs and of course the sparse covering
of new hair growth.  She bevelled her legs and parted her labia lips
revealing a much darker pink interior and a more pronounced clitoris and
hood.  Gush, her flow spurt forth, a much thicker stream, I couldn't see
where it finished but felt sure she'd beaten Amy at this game. 
Effortlessly her golden stream ushered forth in a strong steady flow.  She
giggling, Amy laughing.  They were having a great time being naughty girls.
"OK, you win!" said Amy, as she handed Tuti a towel.  I switched off and
returned to the lounge.

   Minutes later two little 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' faces
appeared out if the bathroom clad in towels.  "Why don't you put on your
nighties girls?" I suggested.  Amy's bedroom was first and they both, now
inseparable went in together.  They emerged a short time later, Amy wearing
a soft cotton one piece pullover shirt, pink with cartoon animals, it
covered her to just above her knees.

   "Uncle Eddie, I can't find my panties," she said.

   "The panties you wore today are in the wash sweetie, I'll look for some
clean ones in a moment," I told here as she followed Tuti to her room. 
Moments later they emerged Tuti now wearing her oversized white 'T' shirt
which covered her to about mid thigh.  I set out some colouring books and
crayons on the floor in front of the TV and went to get them a drink of
juice.  I slipped one sleeping tablet each I their juice.  Based upon my
experiment with Amy the previous day, I concluded that would be enough to
keep Tuti's prying eyes closed and Amy being about two thirds her size it
should be enough to render her unconscious.  "OK girls, the one that does
the best colouring in gets a prize, " I said.

   "What's the prize?" said Amy, jumping up and down on the spot in
excitement.

   "It's a big kiss from your favourite uncle," I replied with a smile.

   "That's not a prize," she replied.

   "It is for me," I said.  "Is the best uncle in the world going to get a
kiss from his favourite girls?" I asked.  Amy leapt on me, wrapping her
arms around my head she squeezed a hard closed mouth baby kiss on my lip. I
stroked her soft little bottom lightly before lifting her on my left lap.
"What about my other favourite little girl?" I asked.  Tuti sat on my right
knee and wrapping her arms around my head planted a soft loving
open-mouthed kiss on my lips, her tongue slipping just inside my lips to
momentarily touch tongue tips.  She parted, unwrapping her hands from my
neck and pulling her hand across to lovingly stroke my cheek.  "Well I know
who won the kissing contest," I said, smiling at Tuti.  I could see a big
question mark on Amy's confused face.

   "OK, let the colouring in contest begin!" I said and both little girls
slid down my leg and kneeling down in front of me they both leant forward
to get their heads inches off the page in the hope that would produce a
better result.  It presented me with a clear view of Tuti's naked rear,
butt cheeks parted, her sphincter winking at me.  Amy's night dress
remained stubbornly covering her arse, it was just too long and tight to
ride up like Tuti's.  It was pulled tightly across her butt giving
excellent views of a relief landscape of little girl arse covered with thin
soft cotton.  Soon I would be on the inside and that prospect was not lost
on my middle stump which was so hard it was painful.  I left then to their
colouring, and 'juice' whilst I took a quick shower and changed into my
robe.  By the time I got back they both had work to show me.  I pulled Amy
onto my lap to inspect her colouring whilst Tuti snuggled alongside me
waiting for me to judge her work.  "Amy's is by far the neatest, " I said.
"But Tuti's colours are much better, I think you've both won a kiss," I
said.

   I turned to Amy and this time she met my lips with hers open.  It was a
little awkward, I don't think she knew what to do but the feeling of her
little pink lips on mine, so soft was sublime.  I moved my lips on her
slightly to accentuate the feeling.  My rock hard dick causing me pain as
it attempted to get even harder.  Parting from her I opened my eyes and saw
shed never closed hers.  I turned to Tuti and kissed her, the usual
exquisitely loving Tuti kiss.  I remembered what a short time ago it was
that Tuti was learning to kiss like a lover.  "OK, this time I think Amy's
won the kissing competition!" I laughed.

   Flicking through the TV channels I found some cartoons and we sat back
to watch.  Amy snuggled into my left side and Tuti into my right.  Within
an hour, both girls were softly sleeping.  Looking at Amy's angelic face, I
stroked her cheek, and leaning forward slightly pecked at her ruby red,
super soft lips, running the tip of my tongue along the outside to taste
her sweetness.  I wriggled a bit to see if that woke them and it didn't. 
Gently I pushed Tuti away from me and still not fully asleep, she rolled
off and onto her right hand side, her head on the arm of the sofa and she
pulled up her legs into the foetal position.  I gently rolled Amy away so
that she was lying on her back with her head on the left arm of the sofa.
My two girls either side of me, softly sleeping, I sat for a moment
admiring their sweetness and musing at my fortune.

   My heart was pounding hard, a mixture of fear and anticipation.  Tuti's
naked little bottom exposed from under a too short night shirt.  Amy's
treasures just a reach away.  I gently lifted Amy's nightdress to expose
her soft, white, hairless, baby pussy, Her soft puppy fat mound like two
roles of doe pushed together.  For a long time I just stared at it,
drinking in it's beauty and mystery, making a mental map of every detail,
every fold, rise, fall, twist, turn, colour shade, everything, so simple
yet so beautiful.  Starting at her knee I slowly slid my hand up her leg
looking for signs of consciousness.  Not a flicker.  I reached her little
cunnie, my palm cupped it lightly and then more purposely as I felt it,
super soft, super smooth.  I pushed my hands up her shirt to her nipple; so
tiny, so soft.  Placing a hand under each of her knees I raised and parted
her legs, watching her flower unfold as they parted.

   Untroubled by the obscene exposure of her naked open pussy, she slept on
soundly.  Her slit parted showing me her pink interior.  It was parted
sufficient to see the moist, pink interior but not sufficient to see the
inner treasures oh her hole.  Looking into her face for signs of
consciousness, I lightly slid my finger up from the bottom to the top of
her slit.  And then again, a little deeper.  And then again, this time
pressing at her hole.  She slept on soundly.  I raised my finger to my nose
and drank in the sweet smell of her little girl juice.  So delicate so
sweet.  I touched my finger on my tongue to sample her taste, sweet with
just a tangy taste of little girl urine.  Coating my finger with saliva I
returned to her hole and pushed slowly in exploring and testing it's
architecture.  I pushed in to the first knuckle, she was, of course tight,
but I felt I could go further.  In to the second knuckle, again tight but
not impossible.  I finger fucked her little hole slowly, again looking for
signs of consciousness in her face.  Again bringing it to my nose I drank
in the smell of her inner tube, so delicate almost no smell, just a hint of
sweet must.  I tasted it my tongue, just a hint of musk and urine.  How did
she compare with Tuti?  I turned to Tuti, her knees under her chin, her
bottom exposed to me.  I slipped my forefinger into her vagina.  The first
difference was the slickness; Tuti was much wetter, she had much more
slicker little girl juice; next was she wasn't quite as tight but maybe
that was the slick goo.  I put my forefinger to my nose, yes she was a much
stronger smell of sex, more sex less piss.  I tasted her.  Again, a more
complex taste, fundamentally the same just a little stronger and more
complex.

   Returning to Amy, with both hands I parted her outer lips to expose her
inner depths.  She didn't have inner labia lips.  She had a clit covered
with a tiny hood and I could make out her urethra.  Her hole looked quite
big.  Well 'big' is relative.  I suppose I expected to find a hole shut
like a sphincter but pulling either side of her pussy opened up a hole
about the a half inches in diameter.  Of course I was wondering how
difficult it would be to get my dick inside.  My dick is smaller than
average but my now my body was pumping so much blood into it I was feeling
dizzy.  Pulling Amy's dress down to cover her modesty I turned to Tuti and
lifting her gently I took her to her room and carefully slipped her into
her bed.

   Returning to Amy I lifted her gently and took her to her room where I
lay her flat on her back with her legs bent at the knee over the edge of
the bed.  I recovered a little pen torch and the vielle lubricant from my
room.  I dimmed the lights and I knelt before her.  I lifted her feet onto
the bed, her knees bent and her legs splayed open.  Unable to wait and
longer, I covered her beautiful seven year old pussy with my mouth and I
ate like a starving animal.  My head was spinning as my senses were
overloaded.  The smell of her little girl sex mingled with her little girl
lack of attention to hygiene, the taste of little girl juice and urine, the
texture of soft, warm, smooth, puffy little girl cunnie, the excitement of
feeling little girl clit on the tip of my tongue, little girl urethra and
little girl hole and then little girl bottom.  The feeling of that tight
little pink rosebud on the tip of my tongue.

   The smells, the tastes, the textures, the sex, the obscenity, the
beauty. My head was swimming.  My mouth was drooling.  I was insane with
lust.  I had to have her.  Parting her cunt I looked inside for her hymen.
I couldn't see anything.  I shone my torch right into her hole, the beam
picking up every detail of her soft pink seven year old love tube -
nothing. I carefully pushed a finger in and about two to three inches in I
came up against her cervix.  She had no hymen!!  I looked again, I couldn't
see any signs of any ripped or torn skin.  She had either been born without
a hymen or it had been taken long ago.  Bringing the purple head of my
steel hard man meat up to her hole I rubbed pre-cum into her slit and into
her hole.  Pushing against her, she was small but I felt as though she
could take me.  I pushed a little harder, yes I was sure she could take me.

   Reaching for the vielle I coated her tube outside and inside and I
coated my dick.  Again pushing my dick up against her hole her whole body
pushed up the bed before the head suddenly shot in, her body coming back
down the bed onto me.  I stopped and shone my torch on the sight to see if
there was any damage.  The sight of my hot throbbing meat in her hairless,
soft, puffy, white cunnie was awesome.  I pushed and I slid into her tight
hole and up to her cervix.  Soooooo tight, so very tight, the muscles of
her tube gripping the sides of my dick squeezing so tight.  I felt like my
bell end was going to explode.  Holding her hips I fucked her slowly and
deliberately worried and careful not to damage her.  Watching my heavily
veined man meat sliding in and out of her baby love tube.  So tight, so
sweet, so erotic, pure little girl cunnie.

   Less than a dozen strokes in, I could hold back no longer.  My balls
rose and issued forth their contents with a vengeance.  Pumping deep into
her little hole I filled her with hot sponk.  On every down stroke another
load up against her cervix.  The white gooey issue soon seeping down to
sides of my shaft before dripping onto the floor.  Oh, the feeling of tight
little girl pussy, the sight of my steaming, hot, throbbing dick buried
into soft, white, hairless, puffy baby pussy.  I dropped back onto my heels
exhausted.  Looking into her still gaping hole I watched as my sponk ooze
out an down over her little pink rosebud.  As I sat there watching my goo
trickle from her hole, I saw her hole ever so slowly shrink to a close.  I
dipped a finger in the flowing goo and rubbed it against her little
puckered rosebud.  Pushing my digit against her back door I tested it's
resolve to deny me entry.  Seven year old sphincter was no match for an
experienced finger as I carefully pushed into her rectum.  Oooooh her
sphincter was TIGHT.  Up to the second knuckle my minds eye pictured what
my finger could feel.  Soft, mushy, warm, sticky, tight.  Could I get my
dick up her arse?  I concluded I could but not without a high risk if
damage.  My dick is not big but her backdoor didn't seem to have the size
or sufficient elasticity.  I got a handful of tissues and shoved them
between her legs and left her there to get myself a long stiff scotch and
soda.

   Sitting on the sofa, feeling the cold refreshing scotch and soda rush
through my veins I looked down at my deflated, still steaming, dick.  My
mind replayed the events of the last few hours.  In less than half a day I
had fulfilled my wildest dreams and beyond.  I had another seven days, what
would I do?  Would she be sore?  I thought, did I damage her?  I gulped
down my scotch and went back to investigate.  I got a wet face cloth and
towel and I cleaned her up.  Her hole was red but I could so no tearing,
certainly no blood.  I kissed her puffy mound and I kissed it again my lips
lingering on her softness.  Lifting her onto her pillow I stroked her face,
her cheeks so soft.  I ran my finger tip along her slightly parted lips.  I
put my lips on lips and kissed her sliding my tongue between her lips and
feeling her little girl teeth and then her little tiny pink tongue. 
Reluctantly I left her; I reward myself with another scotch and soda before
going to bed most satisfied with day.

   "Uncle Eddie, wake up, Uncle Eddie!" I heard a voice, it was still dark,
"Uncle Eddie!" I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Amy, she was sobbing. I
sat up and swung my feet over the bed.

   "What's the matter, baby?" I asked

   "I had an accident!  I'm sorry!" she sobbed.  My senses returning, I
felt the pungent odour of urine hit my nose, my hands holding her sides
felt damp.  She had wet herself.  I remembered thinking that she'd had a
lot to drink and had gone to sleep before going to the toilet and wondered
whether the sleeping tablet might masked her senses of feeling her bladder
full.  I was sat on the side of my bed stark naked.  I looked at the clock,
it was just after 5am.  My dick was already at morning glory salute.  Both
her hands were rubbing her eyes, she hadn't noticed.

   "Shhhh, never mind," I said.  "It doesn't matter, it'll be our secret."
I hugged her pulling her to me, my erection pushing up against her chest.
Lifting her head, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips.  "Don't cry
sweetie, I promise you it doesn't matter, you fell asleep on the sofa and
went to bed without going to the toilet.  It's my fault I should have woke
you and taken you to the toilet.  let's get that wet nightie off you and
get you something dry," I said.  I switched on the side lamp.  I pulled the
nightie off over her head revealing her naked little girl body to my view.
She stood in front of me.  Me sat on the side of the bed, my erection
pointing straight up.  She was staring at my erection with as much interest
as I had looking at her little puffy slit.  I took her hand and walked her
over to the dresser, my dick waving back and forth.  I pulled open a draw
and took out an old rugby shirt.  I shook it free and held it out over her
head.

   I was stood in front of her my throbbing dick pointing right at her
face. She, mesmerised had lost track of what was going on.  "Lift your arms
sweetie," I said.  She looked up at me holding the shirt, waiting to
receive her arms.  She raised her arms and I lowered the massively
oversized shirt onto her little frame.  "Come, sweetheart, you can snuggle
in with me until morning," I said.  Switching the light off we climbed into
bed.  Afraid of my steel hard member sticking in her back I turned to face
outwards.  She wriggled her little form into the back of my body like she
was trying to mould herself to me.  Pushing her arm under mine she pulled
me back to her.  The feeling of her little body next to mine, her little
breath on the back of my neck, her chest rising into my back as she
breathed.  She was soon fast asleep.  I was wide awake.  I stroked her
little had on my chest.

   Reaching over her behind me with my right hand I cupped her bottom
pulling her pubis into my butt.  My hand covered both her cheeks.  Feeling
the damp warmth of her but crack beneath my palm I slide my middle finger
down, my digit homing into the source of the heat.  I tentatively prodded
her little rosebud, my ears straining for any signs of a change in tone to
her breathing.  Probing deeper into the damp warmth I arrived at the
entrance to her honey pot.  I probed gently at the sticky entrance.  She
grunted and shuffled position.  I pulled away, my heart racing.  Get out of
her now before you blow everything, I thought to myself.  Peeling myself
from her I slid over the side of the bed.

   Her head on my pillow, peacefully sleeping, she looked like a little
angel.  My dick was throbbing.  Since the age of eleven I had always woken
with a solid morning glory and today that was aggravated by the sight and
smell of my sweet love.  The little guy was not happy about walking away
from the chance of squirting inside her.  Her lips were parted slightly.  I
played with the idea of slipping my dick just onto her lips, maybe she'd
automatically lick it.  Tuti, I thought, fuck Tuti before you lose control.
I went to Tuti's room.

   She was lying on her back, the bed sheet kicked off.  One leg bent at
the knee and laying to the side.  Her pretty little pussy on plain view.  I
went to the end of the bed and stood for a while, mesmerised at the sight
of her sex.  Her twelve year old pussy, just a few sparse hairs showing
evidence of her entry into maturity.  Her inner labia lips just pushing
their way out from between her lips at the bottom of her slit also evidence
of post pubescence.  Her vulva parted ever so slightly, just enough to
display the glisten of a damp interior.  I lent forward and hovered over
her cunny, drinking in the smell of her sex.

   I mentally compared the smell to Amy; a much more fuller smell; a heady
mixture of hormones, hormones and other little girl secretions that had
been fermenting overnight making a much more concentrated elixir.  I
carefully lowered my head between her legs and tongue extended, I dipped
the tip in between her slit, probing I found her clit and with an expertise
born from lust I tongue fucked her clit with quick flicking motions.  She
gasped, evidence that I had hit the spot, little baby moans followed as she
slowly awakened.  Once awake, she raised her knees and parted her legs and
with her hands either side of my head she pulled me into her wet hole.

   I drank deeply at the well of lust as her nectar flowed copiously from
her mature twelve year old cunt.  Sliding up her body and past her proud
chest I found her lips with mine.  She reached between us and grabbing my
shaft, she pulled me to her entrance.  Feeling her soft, wet, heat on my
bell end I pushed forward and slid down her tight, hot, wet, slippy, tube
until I hit the bottom and I held it there.  Both our bodies rigid with
sexual tension I held my bell end pushing up against her cervix feeling
every nerve end tingle; feeling her pussy muscles pulse and squeeze. 
Through my dick I could feel everything she was feeling and she was feeling
the same hot passion I was.  And I drew back slowly before ramming forward
fast and hard.  She gasped audibly as pleasure waves rippled through her
body like a tsunami wave emanating from the earthquakes epicentre deep in
her cunnie.  We kissed passionately as I slip in and out of her hot love
tube, savouring every moment.

   "Faster!" she gasped pleading.  I immediately picked up the pace and her
gasps turned to screams as she climaxed.  Her orgasm releasing a flood of
juice between her legs.  Reaching a hand under her I slipped a finger just
inside her soppy back door causing her to gasp another scream.  My balls
rising, I shot my load deep into her belly, pumping every last drop into
her already sopping hole.  Finished, I rolled off her to her side, my dick
sliding across her thighs leaving a trail of goo to marks it's track. 
Panting for breath, we both lay there.  Stroking her cheek.  I turned her
face to mine.

   "I love you," I said.

   She smiled, "I love you so much," she said and pulling my lips to hers,
she kissed me lovingly.

   "Amy had an accident in bed," I told her.  She looked at me
questioningly.  "She wet the bed," I explained.  She bit her bottom lip
giving a half embarrassed half amused expression.  "If you strip her bed
and put the sheets in the machine, I'll make you a cup of tea," I
bargained. She nodded in agreement.  As I got up I looked back at her
cupping her crotch trying to hold in the goo and vainly trying to save her
own bed sheets.  I put the kettle on returned to my room to clean myself up
and put on a robe.  Amy was still sound asleep.  I got a quick shower and
she still sound asleep so I left her to make our tea.  Tuti loaded the
urine soaked bed linen into the machine and joined me on the sofa for tea.
She snuggled into my side.  I put my arm around her and raising her chin I
kissed her lightly.

   "I love you more and more each day, " told her.  I wasn't sure how she
viewed our relationship but I wanted her to know she was uniquely special
to me.  I didn't know if she felt territorial, possessive or jealous of her
space being invaded by Amy.  I didn't want her viewing any attention I paid
to Amy as a threat to her.  "There is nobody else in this world that I love
more than you," I told her.

   "Thank you Mr Eddie, you are so kind to me, I love you so much," she
said.

   "How do you feel about calling me just Eddie?" I said to her, "I like to
think of you as my special friend rather than me as your mister or uncle."

   "I'd like that," she said.  We finished our tea and Tuti went off to her
own room.

   I went to check on Amy.  She was still sound asleep.  She looked like a
little angel.  Lying on her back, her head to on side, her unkempt hair
half covering her face, her breathing imperceptible.  I gently pulled the
sheet down to reveal her waif like body clad in my very loose fitting rugby
shirt.  I gently pulled the shirt aside to reveal her right nipple.  It was
the prettiest shade of pink, about an inch in diameter, a puffy areola
surrounded a tiny nipple less than a quarter inch with a little dot in the
centre which will become the source of milk many years from now.  I tried
to work out what it was about it that made it so obviously a female nipple.
Her chest was totally flat but the nipple just looked female maybe it was
the puffy areola.  I was so glad I'd just emptied my sack into Tuti
otherwise I might not be able to resist eating her.

   Covering her chest I stroked her cheek and watched her eyes flicker open
and focus on me.  I could see the cogs in her brain starting to turn
questioning the unfamiliar setting and her memory coming up with the
answers.  She smiled as she remembered where she was and why I was there.
Then the smile sent as she slid a hand under the sheets to confirm the
memory of the bed wetting.  Her eyes then turn to mine for reaction. 
Stroking he cheek I leant forward and kissed her forehead.  "You had a
little accident, but it's all sorted now," I said, "Don't worry." I could
see her hand probing under the covers then her face screw up.

   "Oooh," she exclaimed.

   "What's the matter?" I asked.

   "Nothing," she said.

   "You're not still wet are you?" I asked.

   "No," she said, "I'm a just little sore on my willie."

   "It's probably the acid in your urine, " I explained.  "Shall I take a
look for you?"

   "OK," she said.  Lifting the bed sheets from her feet upwards to pile up
on top of her chest I uncovered her little cunny and at the same time
blocked her view.  Her skinny, arrow straight legs, led up to a perfect 'V'
framed by her straight little girl hips.  Her full little girl buttocks
pushing her hips up slightly to accentuate her puffy mound.  The two sides
of her cunny lips full of baby fat making them look so wholesome.  The
porcelain white skin had a pink hue at the lips edge between her legs
hinting at a little soreness.  Was the soreness from uric acid or was it
from being stretched to accommodate my dick I wondered.  "It looks a little
pink," I said "It's because you've been lying there with wet willie.  I
have some cream which will help would you like me to put it on for you," I
asked looking into her cheeky face, her eyes spinning in her head as her
uncle examined her secret place.

   "Kiss it better!" she said giggling.

   "OK," I said and leaning forward I kissed her forehead.

   "No, silly," she giggled.  "Kiss my sore willie."

   "I'll put some cream on for you," I said and went to the bathroom to get
the analgesic cream.  Lifting her knees, "Open you legs," I commanded and
she splayed her legs to the side revealing the entrance to her love tube.
There was a definite pink colouring there which I concluded must have been
caused by the stretching.  With a spot of cream on my finger I gently
painted the sides of her lips either side of her hole.  "How's that feel?"
I asked.

   "Feels better," she said.  Another spot of cream on my finger I rubbed
just inside her lips causing her to jump.

   "Is that sore", I asked.

   "Yes", she said, "that's the spot put some cream there." Another spot of
cream on my finger, I place my finger over her hole.  I circled my finger
around her hole pushing the cream into her hole, my finger penetrating her.
I gently finger fucked her little hole in and out by about an inch.  "Is
that enough cream?" I asked.  "Just a bit more," she replied.  I placed my
left hand on her mound with my thumb on her clit and squeezed some of the
cream from the tube over her hole.  Massaging her clit with my thumb, I
inserted my finger to the second knuckle and slid in and out turning my
finger upwards inside her in the hope of locating her 'G' spot.

   "How's that feeling now?" I asked.

   "That's much better," she replied.  Her eyes were turned up in her
sockets so much they were almost all white.  I am sure at seven she
couldn't achieve an orgasm but she certainly was feeling some sensual
pleasure.  Hearing Tuti's movements in the lounge and fearing her
interruption.  I gently withdrew and pulled the sheets down.

   "I'm sure that'll be better in no time," I said trying to sound like a
caring mother rather than a child molester.  I watched her hand under the
sheet exploring her little cunnie trying to figure out what was going on
down there.  "What do you want for breakfast," I asked trying to take her
attention away from her crotch and what had just happened.

   "Errrrr, cereal," she said.

   "OK, come and get it," I said and left her to sort herself out.

   Moments later, a chirpy seven year old skipped down the corridor to join
us in the lounge, the rugby shirt hanging on her like a tent, the neck of
the shirt draping over hers shoulder and down her arm.  She immediately
joined Tuti and they ran around the flat gathering toys and rummaging
through draws and cupboards.  Eventually they settled themselves on the
floor in front of the TV.  I provided them with a bowl of cereal each which
they ate off the floor in front of them.  Sat on the sofa behind them, I
had prime viewing position for two little girl buts which appeared each
time they bent forward to scoop up a spoonful of cereal.  Tuti was wearing
her panties which had a huge wet spot, no doubt the issue of our earlier
encounter seeping from her hole.  Amy was bare arsed and sat back on her
heels so that her heels parted her butt cheeks giving my an excellent view
of her little pink rosebud positioned above her sore looking little cunnie
hole which had glisten to it from the copious amount of cream applied
earlier.  Of course the live wire couldn't sit their for long and she was
soon bouncing round.

   "Can we go swimming uncle Eddie?" she asked.

   "OK, but don't forget to have a wee before you go and look after Tuti
because she can't swim," I told her.  The two skipped off to their
respective rooms to don their suits.  I followed Amy.

   "Need any help sweetie?" I asked.

   "Yes please," she replied.  As I helped her change it occurred to me
that she was at total ease with her nakedness and me.  On numerous
occasions, since the age of two, I had seen her dress and undress her swim
suit and I had seen Amy's face looking to see if other people were looking
and she turned her naked body into her mother away from other people i.e.
it was OK for mom to see her naked and now I had become her surrogate
mother.  She had somehow reconciled the 'private places shouldn't be seen
by other people' rule did not apply to me, her surrogate mother.  Having
dressed her in her suit, I patted her bottom and directed her to the loo. I
got myself a book to read and we all headed to the pool.

   I spent a pleasant couple of hours watching them play in the pool.  Well
in the pool and running round the edge of the pool with a bunch of other
kids.  I was wracking my brains thinking of somewhere to take them to keep
them entertained.  I went to the flat and brought them back some cold
drinks.  "How would you like to get some lunch at MacDonald's and then we
can go to the zoo or to the cinema or to the crazy golf or the seaside?" I
asked them.

   "What do you think?" Amy said to Tuti.

   "I'd like to go to the zoo," she said.

   "OK, do you want to wash the chlorine off under the pool shower or back
at the flat?" I asked.

   "Let's do it in the flat," said Amy, "The water's cold here." They ran
off to the flat and I followed.  By the time I'd got there they were both
in the en-suite shower, their swim suites and pool towels on the bathroom
floor.  I stripped off and wrapped a towel around myself and sat on the
side of the bath waiting for them to finish.  Tuti was doing the motherly
thing and washing Amy's back and chest her tits rubbing against Amy's face
as she reached down.  Amy was chattering oblivious to the eroticism.  Amy's
tummy still had just a slight little toddler swelling to it whilst her
bottom had a full roundness only a girl child could have.  Eventually they
decided to get out.  I handed them their towels before dropping mine and
stepping into the shower but not before giving Amy another solid viewing of
the trouser snake.  And, the occasion wasn't wasted on her, her eyes glued
to the pork sausage.

   I heard the intercom buzzing whilst I was getting dressed.  When I got
to the lounge Amy told me that Tuti's mum had arrived.  I knocked on the
door to the maid's quarters and Suja opened the door, I could see Tuti
inside.  "Hi, Suja, is everything OK?" I asked.  "Come into the lounge and
tell me about your new job.  Can I get you like a drink?" I asked.

   "Thank you sir, but we have to go," she replied.

   "I'm babysitting, Amy, my friend's little girl, and I was going to take
her and Tuti to the zoo today, will that be OK?" I asked.

   "Sorry sir but she has to come with me to the village," she replied.

   "Oh, Amy will be disappointed, " I said.  "Can Tuti said goodbye to Amy
before she leaves?" I asked.  There was something about Suja's demeanour
that gave be some discomfort.  I quickly put the equivalent of about US$50
in US and local currency and my cell phone number in the little cloth bag
which came with my CD walkman.  After about 15 minutes Tuti came through to
say goodbye.  She looked a little tearful.

   "Tuti, take this bag and put it inside your panties." I whispered, "In
the bag there's money, my cell phone number and my name and our address
here.  If you have any problems telephone me or just get into a taxi and
come straight back here." She raised her big brown eyes to mine, I could
see she didn't want to leave, maybe she was just a child who wanted to stay
where the candy was, I thought.  Her mom came for her and off they went. 
Amy and I sat there both a little dejected.  I, because I was worried for
Tuti, Amy because her playmate had gone.

   "Let's go and get some lunch sweetie," I said," "and we'll decide what
to do with our day from there."

   We went to MacDonald's and Amy decided that we should go to the zoo on a
day when Tuti was with us and she'd like to go to the cinema.  We checked
what was available and she chose one of those Shrek movies.  We had
ice-cream, pop corn, and everything else going.  Amy seemed to be enjoying
herself, I couldn't stop worrying about Tuti.  After the movies, we did a
little shopping before returning back to the flat.

   It being Saturday night, a few of the neighbours were burning some meat
at the poolside BBQ.  I grabbed some steaks and a wine box and Amy and I
joined them.  Well I joined them and Amy joined the throng of kids running
round the pool.  I was chatting with the neighbours sipping white wine and
turning the meat on the BBQ.  I was trying not to get too pissed too
quickly noting my glass was empty again.  I filled it from the box and
continued chatting and then I saw the cause of my wine loss, every so often
the little imp would break off from her chasing game and quench her thirst
from my glass.  On her next run I grabbed her, "Amy, you're too young to
drink wine, if you need a drink go into the flat and get a coke or
something from the fridge," I told her.

   "Mummy lets me drink wine," she said.

   "Perhaps some wine and water with your meal, " I said.  "But not to
quench your thirst." She ran off chasing her mates.  My steaks were done.
I'd brought just a couple of steaks knowing that the lady neighbours would
have an abundance of all the green stuff and other bits including paper
plates etc.  which they had so I made Amy and I up a couple of plates of
food.  I sat her down.  Still was panting from all the running, she had
beads of sweat on her brow, her hair was dishevelled and her bare feet were
black.  With her feet swinging over the chair she tucked in.  A minute into
the food she was drinking my wine again.  "Go and ask that lady if you can
have a plastic cup," I told her.  She trotted off and returned with her cup
which I filled half with wine and half with water.  She drank that like it
was a lemonade.  Her face was flushed as she sang to herself whilst picking
through her food.  She looked so adorable, so carefree, she was sweaty,
dirty and dishevelled and she didn't care, she was having a good time. 
Soon she was wriggling on her chair with a hand between her legs.  "What's
the matter?" I asked.

   "I need a wee," she replied.

   "There's a toilet over there," I pointed to the pool-side toilet.

   "It stinks in there," she said.  It was true, the smell of stale urine
in those toilets was overpowering.

   "We'll finish here now and go in," I said.  It was just before 8pm and
the mosquitoes were out in force attracted by the light.  Most of the
neighbours had packed up leaving a few drunks behind.

   "Can I pee in the bushes there?" she asked.

   "No, you can't, the neighbours will see you and you might get bitten by
something," I said.  "Either go back to the flat or just let a little bit
out here," I told her.  We were sat on wooden slatted chairs and there was
nobody next to us.

   "Shall I take my panties off?" she asked.

   "No, just wee through them, they're going in the wash when we get back,"
I told her.  I knew the prospect of being a little naughty would appeal to
this mischievous little imp.  She held a still straight stare in her eye as
she concentrated and then there was the feint sound of urine splashing on
the tiles.  Putting a mischievous hand on her lips she let out a cheeky
giggle.  I couldn't see the event but the thought of her pissing through
her panties was a major turn on giving me a little tingle in the end of my
dick.  So much so that I had to squeeze my bell end to relieve the tension.

   "Feel better?" I asked.

   "Yes I'm OK now," she replied," can I have a drink please?" She held out
her plastic cup.  The neighbour with the bottled water had gone so it was
on straight wine or nothing.  I gave her half a glass, I wanted her merry
and loose but I didn't want to make her sick.  Our meal finished we cleared
our mess into the refuge bins and hand in hand walked back to the flat.

   "OK pumpkin, let's get you in the bath before you get too sleepy," I
told her.  I undressed her by the side of the bath, lifting her dress over
her head to reveal her wet panties.  Peeling those off I lifted them to my
nose and drank in the wonderful aroma of little girl piss.  "Pooooeeeeee,"
I said, "smelly panties." Laughing she grabbed them from me, hiding them
behind her back, forcing her puffy little mons forward for my view.  I
lifted her onto the toilet seat and left her to empty the re-processed wine
from her bladder whilst I went into the bedroom to strip off for a shower.

   Another great opportunity to give her another look at 'willie', I
thought.  I checked myself in the mirror, the week earlier, I'd considered
shaving my pubic hair to make it look less threatening but had decided the
pubes, being blond and sparse, didn't look so threatening.

   "Ha, ha, I can see your willie," she sang as I entered the bathroom.

   "Ha, ha I can see your willie," I replied.

   "No you can't," she responded, as she closed her legs and tucked her
bottom into the toilet seat.

   "You haven't got anything to see anyway," I taunted.  "You haven't got a
willie."

   "Yes I have!" she said leaning back and raising her hips.

   "I can't see anything," I said.

   "Here!" she said pointing at her pussy.

   "You call THAT a willie?" I said.  "There's nothing there just white
skin," I again taunted.  She looked at my dick and then down at her pussy
and then back at my dick and then back at her pussy.  It was true, I had
all kinds of interesting bits hanging all over the place she didn't have
anything, just a slit in plain white skin.

   "Well when I get big I'll have boobies and you won't," she responded as
she jumped off the toilet seat and punched my dick.

   "Ouch, that hurts," I shouted.  "Come on get that smelly body in the
bath tub, " I said as I lifted her in.  I left her in the bubble bath
singing to herself whilst I showered.

   Drying off I wrapped a towel around myself before lifting her from the
tub.  As I turned to get her a towel, the little minx pulled my towel from
my hips and ran off giggling.  Dripping as she ran I chased after her, my
dick slapping my thighs as I ran.  Catching her I threw the towel over her
head and lifted her naked body above my head bringing her stomach onto my
face, I blew a raspberry into her tummy just above her mons.  She laughed
hysterically as I nuzzled into her baby soft white skin.  I slid her body
to the floor down my chest, my dick rubbed up between her legs across her
pussy and up her chest until her feet touched the floor and her head stood
inches from my rapidly rising dick.

   Whack!  She punched me in the dick again and ran off.  Giving up on her
I slipped on my robe and poured myself a glass of wine and her an orange
juice laced with vodka before getting comfortable on the sofa.  Her naked
frame soon returned, "Chase me," she demanded.

   "I'm too tired to chase," I replied.  "Put on your night shirt and if
you're a good girl I'll tell you a story," I promised.  She soon returned
wearing nothing but my rugby shirt and running at full belt she launched
herself onto the sofa beside me.

   "Tell me a story!  Tell me a story!" she demanded.

   "OK,OK," I said, "here's some juice for you," she finished half the
glass in one go.
   To be continued