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   JUNE 5, 1986

   "Do you like me, Uncle Gordon?" eight year old Shelly asked as she sat
on my lap with her back against my belly.

   "I love you, Shelly."

   She let out a disgusted sigh, turned around to face me, and said,
"You're my uncle, you *Have* to love me.  Do you Like me?"

   "Yeah, Babe.  I like you.  I Like you a Lot."

   She gave me a big grin, settled back against my belly and resumed
watching the inane kiddy comedy on television.  From time to time, she
would squirm around in my lap, rubbing her butt against my crotch, making
my cock swell to it's full nine inches.  She would be still for a while,
then wiggle her butt a little more, making me wonder if she knew what she
was doing to her horny old uncle.  I couldn't resist the urge to make my
cock twitch against her prepubescent ass.

   The next time she wiggled her butt, my cock twitched twice.  Shelly's
head spun around, and she stared at me, saucer-eyed and open-mouthed.  I
grinned and winked and twitched it twice again.  She quickly glanced at her
parents in their Lazy Boy loungers to the left and right side of our couch,
to see if they had noticed.  My brother, Bill, and sister-in-law, Gloria,
stared at the television, oblivious to my pedophilic activities.  Then,
with a giggle and an impish glint in her eyes, she ground her ass hard
against my throbbing cock.  I twitched it three or four times in rapid
succession.  Shelly gasped and giggled.

   Fortunately, something hilarious happened on the television at the same
time.  Bill and Glo laughed hard at the scene that distracted them from the
incestuous activities on their living room couch.  Bill paused the VCR to
go to the bathroom, while Gloria went to the kitchen to make popcorn.  I
grasped Shelly's hips, pressed her butt against my crotch, and ground my
cock bulge against her ass.  Shelly did a little grinding of her own.  We
ceased our lusty activities the moment we heard the toilet flush.

   I lifted Shelly, sat her on the couch beside me and went to the
bathroom, where I jacked off and peed.  I knew that I wouldn't get very far
with my niece.  Gloria was a stay at home Mom who doted on her daughter.  A
few years earlier when my wife and I were into swinging, Bill had talked
Gloria into participating in a foursome with us.  I fucked her three
different times while Bill fucked my wife, but she never really lost her
inhibitions.  Their experiment in swinging ended abruptly when her older
brother died suddenly of a heart attack.  She worried about her own
mortality, and became a born-again Evangelical Christian and a consummate
prude.

   It was late summer 1985 when my wife left me for a woman with whom we
had threesomes.  Our parting was amicable.  Dr.  George would provide for
her and our daughter, Amie, much better than I could.  I got drunk and told
my boss what I really thought of him, and was immediately terminated.  My
fellow copy writers bought me drinks afterward, and a few days later, I
found myself on my brother's doorstep.  He invited me to stay with them
until I found another job and got on my feet.

   Bill was an Army recruiter, with a monthly quota to fill.  The Army
didn't call it a quota.  It was called a "Mission." His monthly "Mission"
was to recruit a certain number of people.  He worked long hours.  He
worked weekends.  He spent 70 to 80 hours a week, hustling high school kids
and their parents.

   Shelly immediately got up onto my lap as soon as I sat down.  She
wiggled her butt, then turned and looked at me questioningly.  Then
obviously became aware of my erection resurrecting under her ass.

   "Leave Gordon alone," Gloria said.

   "I don't mind," I said.  "But maybe you should think about putting her
on a diet."

   My niece spun around and gave me a hard right jab to the chest.  I
grabbed her right wrist, and she tried to backhand me with her left fist. I
grasped her left wrist, and she turned around, facing me and straddling my
lap.

   "Shelley!  Stop that!" Bill barked.

   Shelley turned to him and pouted.  "I'm just playing."

   "Turn around, settle down, and watch the movie," Gloria instructed.

   In the process of turning around, her left hand gave my bulge a furtive
squeeze.  We played our little surreptitious wiggle and twitch game for the
remainder of the movie.  Then she bathed, and returned to the living room,
wearing a frilly pink baby doll pajama.

   She jumped up on the couch, straddling my legs and putting her arms
around my neck.  She gave me a quick little peck on the lips.  "Good night,
Uncle Gordon.  Sweet Dreams," she said sweetly, squeezing my bulge as she
got down.

   I jacked off that night, reliving our little game, and knowing that it
could never progress past furtive fondling.



   Chapter Two

   I awoke to the savory fragrance of bacon and eggs.  I went into the
bathroom to shit, shave and shower.  The bathroom had two doors; one to the
master bedroom and the other to the hall.

   When I stepped out of the shower, Shelly was standing at the master
bedroom door, wearing Bill's wrap around sunglasses, a white Hello Kitty
tee shirt and red shorts.  She pushed the shades down to the tip of her
nose, and looked at me over the rims.  Her eyes widened as my penis rapidly
grew to nine inches.  The thick veins pulsed with my heart beat.  I smiled
at her and stroked my stiff man meat, while my 8-year-old niece watched,
enthralled.

   I was jacking hard and fast, verging on orgasm.

   "Mamma's coming." she whispered, backing out of the bathroom, and
silently closing the door.

   I pumped a large load of cum into the toilet.

   There was a tapping on the hall door.  "There's a guy on the phone who's
real anxious to talk to you," Gloria said.  "I think you've got a job."

   I had spent the previous day in Springfield submitting job applications
to private security companies.  Since I had three years of law enforcement
experience, and worked part time security jobs for four years while going
to college full time, I had expected one of the companies to hire me on the
spot, but that didn't happen.  I knew that I would have a job within the
week.  Security guards aren't paid much, but I don't need much.  It's a job
I can leave on the job.  I don't have to think about it when off duty.  I
can focus on my writing.

   "This is Captain Winston with Silver Shield Security.  We have an
unarmed security opening at the Gowler Building.  Eighteen hundred to oh
six hundred, Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights."

   "Great," I said.  "I'll take it.  When do I start?"

   "Tonight at 1800.  Pick up your uniform ASAP."

   "I'm on my way, sir," I said, hanging up.  "Glo, I have to run downtown
quickly to pick up my uniform.  Do you want me to get anything for you on
the way back?"

   "Can I go with Uncle Gordon?  Please Mommie?"

   Gloria looked at me questioningly.

   "I could use the company."

   "Don't spoil her.  Don't let her have her way every time."

   Shelly squealed in delight and ran out to my blue and white10-year-old
Ford F-150 with cab over camper, which was now my home.  I took the rear
window out of the cab to make it easier to climb from back to front and
front to back.

   "Can I ride in the camper?"

   "May I," I corrected.

   "May I ride in the camper."

   "No.  You could get hurt back there if I have to brake suddenly, or if
some idiot runs into us.  You have to ride in front with me and buckle up."


   We got buckled in and headed toward town.  I rested my right hand on
Shelly's left knee, and began caressing her inner thigh.

   "Did you squirt stuff after I left the bathroom?"

   "Yeah, Babe.  I squirted a lot of stuff.  You looked so hot in those
shades."

   "Really?" she giggled.  "You think I looked hot?"

   "You know it.  You saw how fast my cock got hard."

   "That was so cool."

   "How do you know about cocks squirting stuff?"

   "I hear stuff," she whispered.

   "Who told you about squirting stuff?"

   "Our secret?"

   "Everything we do or say when we're together is our secret."

   "Molly seen her big brother, Mike, squirt.  He's 13."

   "Does Molly fool around with her brother?"

   Shelly paused for a moment, then grinned and nodded.

   "Have you fooled around with Mike?"

   "Not yet," she replied, then put her hand over her mouth.  "I mean, No."

   "What has she done with Mike?" I asked, sliding my hand to the hem of
her shorts.

   "She jacked him off and made him squirt," Shelly said.  Spreading her
legs.  "That's what he calls it; jacking off."

   We pulled into a strip mall parking lot and stopped in front of Silver
Shield Security.

   "May I stay in the camper and wait while you do your stuff?" Shelly
asked.

   "Sure babe."

   I went into the office, signed some papers, got fingerprinted,
photographed, and was issued a badge, name tag, identification card and a
couple of rent-a-cop uniforms.  The captain was a retired state highway
patrolman and wanted to swap war stories.

   "I have to go.  My niece in waiting for me in the truck, and I want to
catch some Zs before I have to go to work." I said, leaving quickly.

   I drove to a Walmart parking lot, where my sexy little niece and I
climbed into the camper, and undressed.

   "What do you want to do?" I asked.

   "I wanna jack you off and watch you squirt stuff."

   She put her right hand around my cock and stroked.  "Like this?"

   "Yeah, Shelly, baby.  Just like that."

   She stroked with both hands for a couple of minutes.  "let's try another
way," I said.  "straddle my cock."

   She straddled me, with her pussy lips straddling the underside of my
cock.  I grasped a butt cheek with each hand and slid her up to the head
and back to the base, until she caught onto the rhythm.  Then she started
humping.  I spread her butt cheeks and teased her anus with my right pinkie
finger.  My fingertip eased into the opening and I pushed it through the
anal sphincter to the first joint.

   "Oooh, that feels weird."

   "You want me to stop?" I asked, moving in and out about a half inch.

   "No.  No.  It's okay."

   I probed her asshole deeper with each stroke as her juicy little cunt
slid up and down the ventral side of my engorged, throbbing cock.  I finger
fucked her tight little ass.  Then, my cock exploded.  Cum shot up to my
face.  The second ejaculation landed on my chest, then belly.

   "My God!" Shelly exclaimed.  "That's a lot of cum."

   I picked her up, laid her on her back and orally attacked her wet
swollen pussy.  I licked and sucked and probed her child cunt with my
tongue.  I stiffened my tongue and pressed the tip against her hymen, until
she flinched.  She came and came and came.

   She lay still and quiet for a long moment, her eyes unfocused.  "Oh
Wow!" she sighed.  "That was wild!"

   "You liked it?'

   "Oh yeah.  Oh wow.  I heard about pussy eating.  Norma's big sister told
her that it was the greatest feeling in the world.  It's even better than I
thought it would be," she said.  "Can we do it again?"

   "One more time.  Then we had best get home."

   I brought her to orgasm again, then cleaned us up with baby wipes that I
keep on hand for emergency ablutions.

   We returned home, set my alarm for 4:30, and I went to bed to rest up
for my all night watch.

   Chapter 3

   The Big Ben alarm clock jangled, and Shelly came through the door and
jumped into bed with me as I shut the alarm off.

   "Can I make it squirt again," she asked.

   "Where's Glo?"

   "She's in the basement, folding clothes," Shelly giggled, wrapping both
hands around my rapidly swelling cock.

   "Oh Shelly," I whispered.  "That feels so fucking good."

   She blushed and giggled, "You said a nasty word."

   "I'm sorry.  It just slipped out.  I won't do it again."

   "That's alright.  I don't mind.  You can say it if you want to."

   "I wouldn't want to embarrass you.  You're too young to hear dirty talk
like that."

   "I heard it before."

   "But you don't talk dirty, Do you?"

   She didn't say anything for a while.  She vigorously stroked my hard
cock.

   "That feels so...  good, Shelly.  Do you like jacking me off and making
me cum?"

   She nodded enthusiastically.  "You can say it if you want to."

   "Say what?"

   "Fucking," she whispered.

   My cock twitched and got harder when my 8-year-old niece said,
"Fucking."

   "Faster, Baby.  I'm gonna cum."

   Shelly grinned elatedly as she pumped frantically with both little hands
stroking from base to head in a blur.

   "Oh, fuck!  I'm cummin,' Honey."

   I ejaculated profusely.

   "It don't taste like honey," Shelly giggled.

   "What?"

   "You said that you were cummin' honey."

   "That's my love honey."

   'Your baby making honey."

   We hear the cellar door close.

   "Go wash your hands.  We don't need your mother smelling my cum on you."

   I showered and dressed in my light blue/dark blue Rent-A-Cop uniform. 
Shelly walked me out to my truck.

   "Too bad we're not going to have many opportunities to play around," I
sighed.

   "Mommy watches her soaps from one to four every day, and tells me to
stay quiet and leave her alone.  She doesn't want to be disturbed."
   That gave us three hours a day, five days a week.