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 Summer With Her Uncle - Part 1 codes - Mg, size, tough, reluctant, incest
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   Claire stood in the driveway of her uncle's beach house trying to take
it in.  Her parents had been arguing over whether or not to bring her for
weeks.  She overheard them.  'He's a womanizer, and immature' her mother
would say.  In the end, they had little options.  Her parents needed to go
help with her grandmother who had fallen ill and didn't want her to have to
go with them.  She was thanking them for that as she took in the beautiful
house that was sitting right on the beach.

   For the little ten year old, it was a dream come true.  She loved the
beach, but her family rarely had the time to go.  Now, she was going to be
spending the entire summer right on the beach.  She was so excited.

   The only thing she was nervous about was her uncle.  She never saw him
much and her mother had never said good things about him.  When he came out
to greet them, she was a little surprised.  He looked much younger than her
father, reminding her more of the young teachers at school.  He was fit and
walked with confidence.

   He talked with her parents for a bit and they all said their goodbyes.
Claire's mother looked a little nervous as they left, but Claire was too
excited about the beach.  As they left she started to walk inside with her
bags.

   Mark waved goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law, and wondered just
what he had gotten himself in to.  He was not exactly the fatherly type. 
He had never been good with kids, never understood them.  All he knew was
they liked junk food so he had stocked the house with it.  As they drove
off, he turned back to watch his niece walking into the house.  He had not
seen her in a few years and he noted how much she had grown.  He looked her
over.  Claire was a little short, but toned.  He knew she was into dance
and had a passion for it.  He caught himself looking at her ass.  It was
rounded and firm, tight like the rest of her.  He shook his head, knowing
it was wrong to look at her like that.  'Shit,' he thought, 'a girl her age
shouldn't have an ass like that.' He followed her inside, doing his best to
keep her eyes off of her.  He never thought he would willing check out a
girl so young, let alone his own niece.  It would be a long summer.

   When they were inside, he showed her to her room.  It had a large window
in it that overlooked the beach.  Claire's eyes widened as she looked out.
She was in heaven.

   "I'm guessing you like it?" he asked.

   "It's so beautiful.  Your house is amazing!" Claire said.

   "Thanks.  Go ahead and make yourself at home, and get settled in.  I'll
go and make some food," he said.

   She smiled at him and he left for the kitchen.  She spent some time
unpacking and just trying to take it all in.  She only had one bathing suit
with her, a one-piece that her mother 'approved of.' She didn't really like
it, she wanted a two-piece, but her mother would never allow it.

   She finished unpacking and went to the kitchen where her uncle had some
food ready.

   "After we eat, why don't you get your swimsuit on and we can head down
to the beach?" he said.

   Claire looked down at her food and shrugged.  "I guess," she said, "but
I don't really like my suit."

   "Oh?  Why not?" He asked.

   "Well, it's a one-piece and I really want a two-piece, but my mom won't
get me one," she said.

   "Is that all?  Well, why don't we go get you one after we eat.  Your mom
doesn't have to know about it," he smiled and leaned in.  "It'll be our
secret."

   Claire giggle and perked up, blushing a little.  "Ok!"

   She quickly ate her food, eager to go shopping.  Mark laughed at her
enthusiasm.

   After they cleaned up they headed out to the store, leaving the windows
rolled down as they drove along the road, enjoying the salty air.  They
pulled up to a surf shop and headed in.  Claire went straight for the
bathing suits.  They had so many.  She may have looked through them all. 
This one was cute, that was better...no this one was better.  She couldn't
decide.  Then one stood out to her, a cute little red and white suit.  It
wasn't skimpy by any means, but it was a style that her mother would never
allow.  She pulled it off the shelf and brought it to her uncle.

   "This is the one you want, I take it?" He chuckled.  "I like it."

   He paid for it and they headed back to his house.

   "I'm gonna go put it on," she said as she entered the house.

   "Did you try it on at the store?" he asked.

   She sunk her head.  "Oh...no...I didn't"

   "Well, see if it fits.  If not we can return it." He said.

   Claire hoped that it would fit, she didn't see any others of the same
suit there and she really loved it.  When she got into it, it felt a little
snug but she didn't mind it.  She walked out so her uncle could see it.

   When she emerged from the bathroom, Marked was taken back a bit.  He
looked her over.  "Well, it looks a little tight..." he said trying to
comment on the suit while his eyes were really looking up along her firm,
flat stomach.  Mark wondered why he found himself checking her out.  She
was a kid.  Her chest was completely flat, the curve of her hips was barely
noticeable.  But her cute, rounded face, the big innocent brown eyes and
the long dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail made her seem
bizarrely sexy.  Mark shook it off.  "You sure you don't want to go
exchange it?"

   "I'm sure, I love it!" she exclaimed with her childish enthusiasm.

   "Ok, well, let me get ready and we can head down to the beach," he said.


   He took his turn in the bathroom and changed.

   Claire giggle softly to herself when she saw her uncle walk out of the
bathroom.  He was only wearing shorts and he had two towels laying over his
arm.  To her, he almost looked like a movie star with how well built he
was. "Ok, let's go," he said, smiling.

   They made the short walk down to the beach where there were a few chairs
set up, and a few other people and kids around.  Claire took off to the
water, instantly mingling with the other kids as children tend to do.

   Mark settled down on the chair and read a book, looking up every few
moments to see his niece enjoying the water.  Eventually half-way dozing
off as he got lost in his book.  After some time, he heard a loud scream.

   "Owwwwww!" it was Claire.

   Mark looked up and saw Claire running up from the water, hobbling a bit,
looking like she was about to cry.

   "What happened?" he asked.

   "Something stung me!" she yelped.

   "Shit.  It was probably a jellyfish.  Where did it get you?"

   "On my leg," she said and turned her leg out.  Already he could see long
red marks on her inner thigh.

   "Ouch, he got you good..." he said and got up from his seat, "...let's
go back up to the house, I have some cream you can put on it.  Should stop
the burning."

   They moved back toward the house, Claire limped along as fast as she
could.  The stinging and burning got worse with each step, her inner thigh
throbbing.  When they got back to the house they went into the bathroom and
Mark started digging through the cabinets and Claire sat down on the
toilet. She opened her legs and looked along her thigh.  The red lines had
swollen into welts running along her thigh.

   "Eww...it's gross.." she pouted.

   Mark turned to her, with the bottle of cream in hand.  "Let me see..."
he stopped short looking at her with her legs spread.  He tried to be an
adult about it.  He kneeled in front of her and placed his hand on her
knee, rolling her leg a bit to look.

   There was about three long, red trails along her thigh, clearly where
the tentacles has latched onto her.  One curled back and forth up her
thigh, coming about an inch from her crotch.

   "What did you do?  Sit on it?" he asked, trying to make light of it.  He
looked up at her, he could tell she was holding back tears.  "Go ahead and
rub this cream on it, it would ease the sting and help the swelling go
down."

   "Uncle Mark...can...can you put it on?" she asked.  "It's gross...I
don't want to touch it."

   "Gee, kid...I don't think I should," he said, knowing how close one of
the stings was to her cunny.

   "Please?!" she pouted.

   Mark sighed heavily.  She was just a kid after all.  She wouldn't see a
problem with it, he had to remember she was naïve about everything. 
"Ok..." He put some lotion on his fingers and started rubbing it in just
above her knee where the sting started and slowly worked up.

   As his hand moved up, Claire opened her legs a little more.  He became
more aware of where his hand was going and he kept trying to tell himself
that it was his niece and on top of that, a ten year old girl.  She's just
a kid, he told himself.  It didn't work completely.  His eyes wandered up.
Her wet bathing suit bottoms clung to her crotch, and he could see the
outline of her immature sex through the fabric.  A baby camel toe, he joked
to himself.  As his fingers moved up, he slowed down, trying to be careful
about where he touched, but the sting was so far up her thigh.  When he
reached the top, his fingers brushed against the fabric covering her girl
twat.  He felt his cock twitch in his shorts.

   He pulled his hand back and looked up at her.  "There, it should feel
better in a few minutes.  Lets just go sit on the patio, ok?" he said and
she smiled at him.

   On the patio, they sat on his large, cushioned chairs.  Mark felt
awkward.  For one he really didn't know what to talk about with a kid, and
secondly because his fingers had just crazed her most private area.  He
reached into the mini-fridge and took out a beer and a chilled glass.

   He opened the beer and started to pour some into the glass, then looked
at her.  The glass wasn't quite half full.  "Here, this will help too," he
said and slid the glass to her.

   "I can't drink that!  I'm a kid," she said.

   "It's just a little, think of it like medicine.  It will help take your
mind off the burn," he said and took a sip from the bottle.

   Claire paused for a long moment, but took the glass and sipped it.  The
taste and the bubbles tickled her nose and she giggled.

   "See, nothing bad," he laughed.

   Sitting with her uncle, with a beer, made Claire feel so grown up.  He
was right, it took her mind off the sting.

   They sat for awhile, the silence broken up by a few short awkward
conversations about Claire's parents and her dance lessons and school.  As
the sun was going down, Claire got tired.  Maybe it was the beer, or just
the long day.

   "Why don't you head on up to bed, kid," Mark said.  "I've got a friend
coming over for a bit a little later.  I had forgotten she was coming."

   Claire nodded and headed to her room.  She took her time getting into
her pajamas as the sun was setting, but the moment she laid down she fell
asleep.  Claire woke up in the dark.  She heard something.  It was faint
but it got louder.  There was a creaking and thumping and she could hear
moaning.  She had once heard similar noises from her parent's room one
night but this was different.  She listened.  She could make out a woman's
voice.  'aww...not...so..hard..' she heard.  She rolled over and pulled her
blanket up and went back to sleep for a moment.  She wasn't sure for how
long, but she felt it was awhile, but the noise was still going on, but she
again tried to ignore it and fell back to sleep.

   In the morning, Claire woke with the sun beaming in her window and the
sound of the ocean.  Aside from that, all was quiet.  She headed to the
kitchen, still in her fleece pajamas.  On the table there were cinnamon
buns.  Mark was out on the patio.  She took a bun and joined him.

   "Oh, good morning" she smiled at her as we looked up from his book. 
"Good morning," she said.  In the back of her mind, she was thinking about
the sounds from last night, but she didn't want to say anything.

   "Well, finish your breakfast and we can get dressed and hit the town for
a bit," he said.

   Claire smiled at him and wondered what they would be doing.  They didn't
say much to each other, the awkwardness between them still apparent.

   After breakfast, they dressed and headed out.  He took her to walk
around the pier, got her some cotton candy at a little stand there.  They
went to lunch and he took her to an arcade to play for a couple of hours.
Even Mark had a good time with it.  By the time they got home, they were
talking about the day and what they got from the arcade.

   Claire was feeling much more comfortable.  Her first full day with her
uncle was a lot of fun and she was excited about the rest of the summer.

   They went into the house, both of them tired and ready to relax.

   "Do you want to get your swimsuit on and hit the water for a bit?" he
asked her.

   Claire shook her head, "I don't know...those jellyfish!"

   "Ah, right.  By the end of the week there should be a lot less of them,"
he said.  "How is the sting feeling?"

   "Ok, it still hurts sometimes," Claire paused.  "...can you put some
more cream on it, Uncle Mark?"

   Now Mark paused for a moment.  "Yea...I think I can do that," he said.
He had gotten a lot more comfortable with her too.  He went and got the
bottom and Claire sat down on the couch.

   He rubbed the lotion on her lower thigh, until his fingers bumped
against her shorts.  "Hmm, I can't get it all with your shorts on.  Do you
want to go put your swimsuit bottoms on just for now?"

   "I can just take my shorts off?" She asked.

   "Well, I guess it's the same thing.  If you don't mind me seeing your
panties," he said.

   Claire giggle.  "They are still bottoms," she said and unzipped her
shorts and pulled them off.

   Mark just chuckled, as she sat there in her blue panties that had some
sort of cartoon character on them.  He put on the rest of the cream, still
trying to be careful yet still bumping against her panty covered sex a few
times.  "All finished.  Let's just order a pizza for dinner," he said.

   Claire slipped her shorts back on and sat on the patio.  After awhile,
Mark went out with the pizza.  He pulled out another beer and a glass and
offered some to Claire again.  She didn't hesitate this time.

   They both sat and ate for awhile and Claire started to think about last
night again.

   "Uncle Mark, can I ask you something?" Claire asked.

   "Sure," he said as he sipped his beer.

   "What were you doing last night?  I heard a lot of...stuff," she asked
nervously.

   Mark coughed up some of his beer.  "I'm sorry about that.  I...had an
appointment I couldn't cancel.  With that friend I mentioned.  She's...a
client...But don't worry, I won't have any more over while you are here."
"But...what were you doing?" Claire asked again.

   "I haven't had enough beers to answer that question, kid" he said and
swigged his beer down and reached for another one.

   "Is it that bad?" Claire asked.

   "No...it's not bad.  It's just adult stuff," he said.

   "Was it sex?" Claire blurted out.

   Mark coughed up his beer again.  "What do you know about that?!"

   "Someone at school said that's what adults do, it's stuff they do that
they don't tell kids about," she said.

   "D...do you know what it is?" Mark asked, then instantly regretted it.
"N..no...I just know it's adult stuff....I asked Mom and Dad, but they
didn't say anything...is it really because I'm a kid?"

   "Well, yea....kids shouldn't do that, or something...I don't know,
people have a lot of ideas about it.  I don't think it's a damaging thing.

   But...maybe you should ask your parents again," Mark said, quickly
drinking his beer.

   "They won't tell me..."

   They sat in silence for awhile and Mark got down his third beer, hoping
the conversation had ended.  It hadn't.

   "Will you tell me what it is, Uncle Mark?" Claire pleaded with him,
curiosity in her eyes.

   "What?" He tried to play dumb and opened another beer.  He may have been
downing them a little too fast.

   "What sex is, will you tell me?" She asked again.

   Mark had the feeling that she wouldn't stop prodding until she got some
sort of answer.  After all, he had started the mess in the first place.  'I
should have just cancelled that appointment,' he thought.

   "Well...ok...." he paused.  "It's something adults do....that feels
good...and...shit, I don't know where to start with this.  You know boys
and girls are different, right?  You know, with their privates?" He knew he
was going to regret going down this road.

   Claire nodded.  "Yea....I know.  Boys have a peepee, and girls have a
cunny..." Mark chuckled.  "A peepee?  is that what they call it?"

   Claire felt embarrassed and felt she had something wrong.  "Is that
wrong?" "Well, no...just don't hear 'peepee' every day.  No cunny is a cute
word...I can stick with that.  But boys have a penis...or a dick....there
are other words for it but they are considered obscene."

   Claire looked at him, she didn't know what the privates had to do with
sex.  She kept looking at him.  "So...sex uses our privates?"

   "Well, yea...it's well.  There are a lot of different things adults do,
but in the end...your privates feel really good.  The end." he said, trying
to end it there.

   "What kind of things," she asked.

   Mark could see just how curious she was.  "Shit...ok, the basic stuff
is....a boy puts his penis inside a cunny..."

   Claire sat for a moment, thinking about her cunny.  She knew there was a
little whole down there, so she thought it did sort of make sense. 
"Is...that how a girl gets a baby in her belly?"

   "Well, yea...that's why only adults should do it...because it can make a
baby," he said hoping that the discussion was finally over.

   "If it....the penis goes in the cunny...how does a baby get all the way
into a girls belly?"

   Mark sighed.  This was going to be an endless cycle.  "I'm guessing you
don't know what a boy's penis looks like?"

   Claire paused and thought.  "A few weeks ago some of the neighbors had
us over for a pool party, and I walked in on one of the neighbors kids
getting changed and I saw his." She blushed.

   "Ok, so you have seen one.  Was he an older boy?" He asked.

   Claire nodded.  "I think he is seventeen.  He's in high school."

   "Ok, so you know it's kind of like a tube, right?"

   Claire nodded again.  "Yea...and it was kind of flopping around, and
there was this bag or something."

   Mark laughed again.  It was almost cute.  "Yea, that is kind of a
different part.  But the tube is what goes in a cunny, and kind of goes up
into the lower belly where it can make a baby."

   Claire sat silently, taking in all the information.  She could still see
the image of the boy's penis in her mind as it flopped around as it moved.
She wondered how it ever could go inside anything just hanging like that.
"I don't know.  It was all kind of floppy."

   "Well, a penis isn't always like that.  When it gets ready to have sex,
it fills with blood and swells and get longer and fatter and stands up
straight," Mark said.  At this point he was wondering why he was still
opening his mouth.

   Claire's eyes widened a little.  "...Really?"

   Mark just nodded, hoping that all that information was enough for her
right now.  Again, he was wrong.

   Claire continued to probe for information.  "And sex makes your privates
feel good?"

   Mark shook his head.  "Yea, if everything is done right." he chuckled.
"They just rub together and it feels good.  You can rub anything against
your privates and it will feel good." Shit, he thought, that last part was
supposed to stay in his head.

   Claire just sat silent for a moment.  "...mom said never to touch
there..." "Well, it feels good and it doesn't hurt anything," he said.

   The little girl smiled.  She was taking in all the information that he
gave her and she was happy that he was actually telling her like she was a
big girl.  She felt so grown up with him.  "Ok," was all she said.

   Mark looked at her and smiled.  It appeared all the questions were
finally over, for now.  They cleaned up and watched some TV and Claire was
off to bed.  Claire felt big with her new knowledge, and she giggled to
herself as she got ready for bed.  She laid in bed and found it hard to
sleep.  She thought about all the things her uncle had told her.  She
thought about her cunny.  She would have never have thought that something
could actually go in it and she started to think about what it would feel
like.

   She felt a little daring, and pushed her hand into her pajama bottoms
and her fingers moved against her cunny through her panties.  She rubbed it
a little and felt it start to tingle.  It was a new experience, and it felt
kind of good but she stopped and rolled on her side, her mind filled with
curiosity still and she slowly fell asleep.

   The next few days were more of the same.  They would go out after
breakfast and find something fun to do.  The went and road go carts, and
played mini golf.  They would eat and talk and Mark would let her have a
beer.  At night, in bed, Claire would touch her cunny for a little while,
each day rubbing it a little longer.

   Claire started wondering why her uncle never had to go to work.  One
evening they went down to the beach, after Mark assured her all the
jellyfish were gone, and then sat out on the patio, both of them still in
their swimsuits.  "What kind of job do you do?  You never go to work..."
Claire asked, genuinely curious.

   "Well, I've taken vacation while you're here," he told her.

   "For the whole time?" she asked.  Neither of her parents could ever take
off from work that long.  He nodded.  "But what do you do?" she asked
again.

   "Well, it's a little outside the box...."

   "Just tell me, please?" she beg playfully.

   "Ok...going to need a beer for this," he reached in the fridge and
pulled out two bottle, opening both and handing one to Claire.  He had
never given her an entire beer before.  "Well...remember I told you about
sex?"

   Claire perked up, already super curious about what he was about to tell
her.  "Well, that's what I do...women pay me to have sex with them," he
said.  Claire was shocked.  "Really?!"

   Mark nodded.  "There are a lot of people with money around here, a lot
of nice young girls married to money.  They get their husbands for money,
and they give me money for sex."

   Claire didn't know what to make of it.  "Uhh...wow...so you have sex a
lot?" "Yea, several times a week," He said.  "But I needed a break anyway,
and I didn't think it would be appropriate to run off and do that while I
had you here."

   "Oh..." Claire looked a bit sad.  "I'm sorry you have to take a break."
"Like I said, I needed a break, so it's not a big deal," he said but he was
thinking otherwise.  He was used to pussy and even after just several days
of not having it, he was ridiculously horny.  He couldn't just rub one out
in the shower either, he couldn't get himself off; he needed pussy.  He was
even starting to have dreams about Claire's covered cunny from when she had
the jellyfish sting.  He wished one would sting her again.  But even then,
he would just be teasing himself because he could never fuck a kid, let
alone his niece.

   "Well, I am glad you can spend so much time with me," she leaned over
and hugged him.  He felt his cock twitch.  "But I'm still sorry."

   Feeling her little body against his, making his cock twitch, he
rethought his options.  Maybe he was teasing himself, but maybe that was
what he needed to get himself off and feel some release.

   "How is your jellyfish sting doing?" He asked.

   "It doesn't hurt any more, but the red marks are still there," she said.


   "Maybe we should check them to make sure they are healing up nicely," he
recommended.

   "Really?"

   Mark nodded.  "Yea, let's go to the bathroom and look.  We can see
better in there."

   "Ok," Claire said and followed her uncle into the bathroom.  She sat on
the toilet and Mark kneeled in front of her.

   "Ok, let's see," he gently pushed her thighs apart and looked.  The red
lines from the tentacles were still there, and he moved his fingers along
them.  "Does any of it still hurt?"

   Claire shook her head.  Mark moved his hands up along the one that went
to the highest part of her thigh, but he was looking at her fabric cover
cunny instead.

   "This one got really close to your cunny," he said, "you sure it didn't
sting you there.  They can sting right through clothes."

   "I don't think it did," Claire said with a little nervous tone.

   "Did you check?" He asked.

   She shook her head.

   "Well maybe you should take a look....or I could, if you are comfortable
with it.  I have a better vantage point," he said.

   Claire paused.  She was always told to never show her privates to
anyone, but he was someone she trusted.  "You...you can check," she said,
and she really wasn't nervous about it.  She felt a little naughty with the
idea of her uncle seeing her cunny.

   "Ok, let's just pull your bottoms off," he said and pulled at them,
slowly sliding them off.  He put them aside and looked back at her and his
cock twitched like crazy.  He had never seen a little girls cunny before
and it was far cuter than he imagined.  It was just two hairless folds
making a slit in her crotch.  He pushed her thighs back open, and the folds
parted slightly, making her tiny hole visible slightly.  "Well, I don't see
anything.  Does anything hurt?"

   Claire looked down at him and shook her head.

   "Is it ok if I touch it a little and make sure nothing hurts?" he asked.
"Yea..." Claire said softly.  Her heart was racing.  She couldn't believe
her uncle was going to touch her cunny, and she didn't mind it at all.  He
softly moved his fingers against the flesh of her folds, shocked by how
soft and smooth it was.  He pressed a little and parted it, exposing her
tiny hole a little more.  "Anything hurt?" he asked.

   She just looked at him and shook her head.  He hadn't paid this much
attention to her thighs.

   "Ok, just let me know if it does," he said and slowly moved his fingers
up and down.

   Her cunny started to tingle like it did when she touched it in bed, but
it felt so much better.  He pushed a little harder, working his fingers in
little circles.  He heard her breath change, knowing she was getting
aroused.  He wiggled a finger between her folds, feeling a little bit of
wetness.  He moved her juices around, moving around between her folds,
finding her tiny clit.  Claire jerked and gasped when he did.  He worked
his fingertip in little circles over it until she squirmed a little.  He
was going to tease her too and not bring her to orgasm.

   "Well it looks like everything is ok, kid" he said and pulled his hand
back reluctantly.

   Claire was panting.  He didn't want it to stop, but she knew she
couldn't ask him to continue.  "Ok...good..."

   "Why don't we call it a night," he smiled.

   Claire wasn't really ready, but her brain needed to process what had
just happened so she got her bottoms and went to bed.

   Mark too was upset.  His cock started to swell as he was touching her,
but already started to soften.  His veracious sexual appetite made it
nearly impossible to enjoy these little moments.

   A couple of days had passed, Claire was wishing her uncle would again
touch her cunny.  It felt so much different when he touched it.  Maybe she
could touch him like that.  He had done so much for her, she felt guilty
that he had given up so much to keep her.  Every day he was taking her to
do stuff.  She wanted to do something for him, but she didn't know what.

   Mark was getting increasingly sexually frustrated.  He did his best to
not let it get to him but it was hard.  He needed release.  He thought
maybe he could lure Claire into touching him, maybe get her to jerk him, or
suck him, but that never seemed to satisfy him.  His cock was ravenous and
fickle.  It needed to be engulfed by sweet pussy and the only pussy around
him belonged to his ten year old niece.

   He took her to see a movie and get ice cream and try to stay focused on
her innocent joys, but it was hard.  When he looked at her he saw her
little cunny, or her firm little ass.  Claire noticed a little change in
him too.  When they got home she gave him a big hug.

   "Are you ok?" She asked him.  She had been thinking about what she could
do to make him feel better than to thank him for all he had done.  He had
already seen and touched her cunny, given her beer.  She knew he was her
uncle, but she could barely remember the last time she saw him, so he felt
like he was more of her best friend.

   "Yea, I'm good, just going through withdrawals, I guess," he said with a
slight laugh.

   "Uncle Mark?" She took a little step back from him.  "You have been so
good to me.  Maybe...I don't know...would you...I mean...would you enjoy
it...if..you had..sex with me...?"

   Mark's eyebrows sprung up.  It took a second for his mind to register
what she just said.  He shook his head.  "Sweetie, you are my
niece...you're a girl....you're ten.  It's not right..."

   "But you gave me beer...you always treat me like I'm older..." she said.
"That's different, sweetie.  You can't have sex yet...." he said.  "Would I
get a baby in my belly?" she asked.

   "No, I think you are still too young for that.." he said.

   "Then I can have sex...right?" She continued to be insistent.  "You are
a boy, so you have a penis...and I have a cunny.  You said there is nothing
wrong with it."

   Mark shoot his head again.  Her being his niece be damned, as sexually
frustrated as he was, if she were five or six years older he would already
be plowing her like a cheap whore over the kitchen counter.

   "Sweetie, I'm not a boy...I'm a man, an adult....you are ten, you're a
girl...you're not developed yet, your too little..." he said.

   Claire paused again.  "But...would you enjoy it?  Would your privates
feel good?" She asked, getting back to the original question.

   Mark sighed deeply and leaned on the counter.  "...you have a tiny cunny
sweetie, and if the inside is as soft and smooth as the outside....I would
love it....but it's not going to happen."

   Claire looked a little rejected.  It was the only thing she could think
of.  She wanted to thank him, to make him feel good, and she knew he wasn't
having sex because she was there, so it seemed like the best answer to her.
Clearly, she didn't have all the details about it, but she was being
single-minded.  "If you will enjoy it...I...I want you to have sex with
me..." Claire stated again, even though she was sure there was something
that she was missing.  "If you want me to enjoy it...I wouldn't just have
sex with you, sweetie...I would brutally fuck you until you couldn't
walk..."

   Claire didn't know what the difference between sex and fucking was, but
she stood firm with her decision that if he would enjoy it, she would be
willing to let him.  "Uncle Mark, I just want to do something for you that
you will enjoy...and you seem to really like cunnies," she pouted a little.
"Sweetie, listen to me..." he said and patted her on the shoulder.  "I
think it's sweet, but you are a kid.  You are little, your cunny is little,
and my penis...my cock...is big....to you, it would be really, really
fucking BIG...I might really enjoy it, but you certainly would not...it
would hurt...a lot...ok?"

   "Ok..." Claire sunk her head down.  It seemed her plan was not fully
thought through, though she felt she would still be willing, she still
naively thought it was a good idea.  She turned away from him with a little
pout.  Mark breathed a sigh of relief even though his cock was throbbing.
He couldn't believe a ten year old was just offering her cunt to him like a
sacrifice, and it was his own niece as well.

   The next few days were a bit awkward between them.  They still went out
and had fun, but Claire was thinking and plotting, The only thing her
mother ever said to her about sex was it was between people in love, and
she loved her uncle, and all she kept thinking was about how much he might
enjoy it.  She wasn't sure about it hurting her, how much could it really
hurt her?  She decided it was going to happen.  She was going to give
herself, her cunny, to her uncle to thank him for everything.  A little
light bulb went off in her head.

   When they returned from lunch one afternoon, she went to her room.  Her
parents had given her some money just in case.  It wasn't much but she got
it all and went to the patio where her uncle was.  She sat down and placed
the money next to him.

   Mark looked at it, and then looked at her.  "What is that?" he asked. 
"You said you get paid to have sex...so I paid you..." she said slowly. 
Mark put his hand on the money and shook his head.  Like Pavlov's dog, it
clicked in him.  He thought about how messed up the whole situation was,
and that she clearly wanted to go through with it.  He'd been paid. 
Technically, she was no longer his niece, she was a client.  Albeit a
client that only wanted to please him.  It was a first, but he knew she
would back out of it at some point so he would run with it.  He had a
client once that wanted to role play as a little girl.  She dressed the
part, even sucked a lollipop through the whole thing.  It was one he found
himself really enjoying.  But now, he had a real little girl, and he could
do it right.

   "Ok.  I've been paid.  So I'm not longer your uncle, and you are not my
niece.  You are my client, and I guess you want me to enjoy you?" He asked.


   Claire nodded her head.  "Yes..."

   "Well, then I need to go shopping.  Would you be ok here by yourself for
thirty minutes?" he asked.

   Again she nodded her head, but wondered what he was planning.

   He stoop up.  "Ok.  When I get back, you will change into the outfit I
get for you.  You will just call me 'mister' and I will call you 'little
girl' Remember that, it's important, ok?"

   Claire nodded as he left.  While he was gone she paced around the house
in wonder.  'mister,' 'mister,' she kept saying, trying to remember.

   He retuned shortly carrying a bag.  "Ok, little girl.  Go put on all of
this.  There are ribbons in there for your hair, can you put it up in
pigtails?" Claire nodded and took the bag.  It all seemed weird to her but
he seemed to be enjoying it a lot.  "Yes...mister," she was proud of
herself for remembering.

   She went into the bathroom and started to change.  Looking through the
bag, there was ribbon and plain white panties, and a sundress with a Disney
princess on it, white socks and black shoes.  She put it all on and
carefully did her hair in pigtails and tying them with the ribbon.

   When she walked out of the bathroom she looked like a different girl. 
Mark smiled and took in the site.  The black shoes, the white socks going
up to her knees, and the thin fabric of her princess dress, and those
wonderful pigtails.  She looked all the part of the little girl she really
was.

   "Come sit in my lap, little girl," he called her over.

   She walked to him and sat.  One hand ran up her back and played with one
of her pigtails.  "So, little girl, you want me to enjoy you and make
myself feel good?" he asked.

   "Y..yes, mister," she hoped she was doing the right thing.  She knew he
wanted her to play along.

   Mark smiled.  He was going to enjoy the fun until she backed out of it,
which he knew would happen.  He moved his other hand up inside her dress
and pushed her legs apart, and pushed a couple of fingers firmly against
her panty-covered cunny.  Claire gasped.

   Mark smiled at her, his finger moving slowly against her little girl
sex. "Good...do you know how I'm going to do that?" He asked.  Claire
stayed silent, not knowing if she should answer.  "I'm going to fuck your
little-girl-cunny hard...really fucking hard and deep...I'm going to use
your little cunny to make me feel so good." His fingers were still grinding
against her sex.  "Do you want me to enjoy your cunny?"

   "Yes, mister..." Claire spoke softly.  She felt the tingle between her
leg and she also felt like she was sweating down there.

   "Good, now come with me..." He slid her off his lap and stood up, taking
her by the hand and leading her to his bedroom.  He closed and locked the
door behind them.

   He turned her to look at him and took her hand forcefully and pressed
her palm against the bulge in the front of his pants.  Her hand couldn't
begin to cover all it's bulk.  "That's my cock, little one.  Now undo my
pants."

   Claire nervously moved her shaky hands away from his bulge and to his
belt and zippers.  It was a little cumbersome but she managed and his pants
fell to the floor.  He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.  He stood
before her in his boxers and her eyes were glued to the lump pushing
against the fabric.  He played with her pigtails again and lifted her head
to look up at him.  "Reach under your dress and pull your panties off." She
did as she was told, leaving her panties down by her feet.  "No reach under
and rub your cunny for me."

   Claire's little fingers did as they were told, going under her dress and
touching her cunny like she had done in bed before.  Her cunny was already
tingling as she touched it, but she also felt wetness along her lips.

   "Good girl," he smirked, "that little cunny is all mine now..."

   Claire just nodded and looked back up at him.

   "Now, little girl, pull my boxers down and see what I'm going to shove
inside that tiny cunt."

   Claire swallowed hard and put her little hands on the waistband of his
boxers.  She started to pull.  She could still picture vividly the neighbor
boys penis in her mind and she expected it to be just about the same.  She
pulled down and saw part of his penis and kept pulling, her eyes opening
wide as it finally popped free, making a small arch downward and laying
against the sack that was under it.  Claire stopped.  It was like the boy's
cock in how it looked, but it was so much bigger.  It was at least twice as
long and even more so in it's thickness.  She could see veins throbbing
around it.  She just froze there staring at it, never having had the
opportunity to just stare at one.  She watched it throb and start to lift
up.

   Mark smirked at her reaction.  "It's nice and big, isn't it, little
one?" he asked.

   Claire nodded.  She didn't know how big it was, just that it was much
bigger than the only other one she had seen.

   "You think you can take that inside your little cunny?" he asked.

   Claire looked up at him, eyes still wide.  "I...I don't know..."

   Mark smirked.  "Really?  Because it's still soft.  You know it gets a
lot fucking bigger than that?"

   Her eyes opened even wider.  He felt for sure that now she would want to
stop and end the entire idea.  He grabbed her hand again and put it on his
cock.  She felt it swell in her fingers.  "Rub it..." he said, waiting for
her to pull back and call it quits.  But she didn't, she slowly started
rubbing it.  "...get it nice and hard for your little-girl-cunt..." Claire
moved her hand along it slowly, feeling it push her fingers out as it got
thicker.  The head of it looked like it was reaching for her as it lifted
up.  She was hypnotized by it, it kept getting harder.  Soon her fingers
were no longer able to wrap around it and it just kept growing.

   He wasn't even fully erect when he reached down and pulled her hand
away. "Rub your cunny for me..."

   She reached under her dress again and rubbed her cunny, and she watched
as he took hold of his penis and started stroking it as he watched her. 
She felt a little dizzy as his cock swelled even bigger until it seemed
rock hard and pointing straight up.  It looked menacing.  From when she had
first seen it, it had nearly tripled in length and thickness.  It was just
over nine inches long and two inches thick.  He let go of his cock and it
bobbed there in front of her face.

   He pulled at her pigtail and lifted her head up to look at him.  If she
wasn't going to back out, he was going all in and using her completely to
please him.  Her fingers were still against her cunny as her head was
forced up.

   "You feel how tiny your little cunny is?" he said harshly then turned
her head towards his angry prick "You are going to have this thick fucker
shoved in that tiny, little hole..  Think your little girl cunt can wrap
around this?"

   Claire looked up at him.  She was taken back by how rough he was being,
but she had made a promise and he seemed to be having fun with it. 
"N...no..." she shook her head.

   She was still playing along.  She was going to regret that.  He was full
of lust and weeks of sexual energy.  There was no going back for him now,
he was going to fuck the shit out of his little niece.

   "Too bad," he said, "your cunny is going to take my cock, I'm going to
stretch it so much you are going to feel like I'm splitting you in half. 
You are going to be the tightest little hole I've ever fucked.  And I'm
going to pound you as deep as I fucking can.  Now get on the bed."

   He let go of her pigtails and gave her a little push towards the bed. 
"I have something else for you," he said and walked to his closet.  Claire
lifted herself up onto the bed and sat on the edge.  Mark returned with a
big stuffed teddy bear.  Claire eyed his big cock as it bobbed when he
walked.

   He pulled a bottle from his nightstand, and got up on his bed.  He moved
some pillows around, placing one right at the base of the headboard.  He
pulled at her and lead her to lay back on the pillow.  He pulled another
pillow around and placed it under her butt.

   He reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress.  Looking at her in her
little dress and pigtails, clinging onto the teddy bear, had his cock
throbbing.  She was so cute.  He slowly started to roll up the hem of her
dress, exposing her cunny and rolling up until her belly and belly button
were exposed.

   Claire was looking up at him with nervousness and confusion.  Her head
was spinning.  She was scared, but happy she was giving her uncle something
he really enjoyed, but she wasn't really certain of what was going on.  She
knew she was about to have sex, and the idea made her feel older and
mature, but he said that it would hurt her.  Maybe it will be like a shot
at the doctor, she thought.  As she looked at him, her legs and her belly
and her cunny filled her field of view.

   "This way you get a nice view of your little cunny getting stretched
out," he said.  He moved his hands along her knee-high white socks as he
took in the site of his little girl.

   He took the bottle and dropped a few drops of lube on her little cunny
and her moved his fingers around her folds, spreading it around.  Claire
jumped a little, his touch making her cunny tingle even more.  She felt a
heat start radiating from her cunny into her belly.

   He rubbed her for a few more moment before pulling back and rubbing lube
all over his cock.  He hovered over her, stroking his stiff cock, making it
slick and shiny.

   He looked down and her, smirking as he took her legs and spread them
open, lifting them into the air a bit.  He rocked the head of his cock
against her tiny cunny, making her puffy lips open around the tip.  Mark
sighed.  She was so soft and smooth.  He needed to be inside her.

   He groaned and started to push his cock roughly against her tiny hole.
Claire's eyes opened wide.  She felt pressure pushing apart her cunny, then
a dull pain started that grew into a sharp burning.

   Mark groaned with lust.  He shifted and pressed more of his weight into
her, gripping his cock as the head started to sink between her outer lips,
and forcefully expand her inner walls.

   He closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed as his cockhead slowly got
engulfed by the vice-like grip of her immature cunt.  Mark groaned and
shoved hard, feeling a hard pop as his cock drove into her tiny cunt.

   "Ahhh..." Claire screamed loudly, and pulled the teddy bear against her
face, biting down on its ear.  She didn't want him to see her cry, but she
felt like she was being split in half.

   Mark was in heaven, Claire's tiny cunt feeling so good around his cock.
He moaned and thrust into her.  Claire moaned and screamed into the bear.
"Uhh...this is what you wanted..." Mark groaned, pulling at the little girl
as he thrust his cock at her.  "Your cunny feels so good..." He leaned over
her more, putting more of his weight into his thrusts as he drove himself
deeper into her immature pussy.

   Claire whimpered and fought back the tears.  Mark was pulling her legs
further apart, pushing them towards her.  She felt his cock pushing up
inside her belly, making it burn and cramp.  He didn't stop or slow down.
He was so rough with her, each thrust driving him deeper into her.  Part of
her wanted him to stop, but she had promised him, this is what he enjoyed,
and this is what she wanted to give him.

   Mark wrapped his arms around her, taking one arm up and around her
shoulder.  He lifted her up off the bed and pull her hard against his
thrusting cock.  He had lost all control and he didn't care.  He knew he
would never be able to get enough of her sweet little cunt.  He roughly
drove his cock into her, pulling her down into every thrust.  His cockhead
was beating against the back of her cunt with every hard thrust, trying to
shove even more cock into her than she could take.

   Claire went limp, the teddy bear falling from her arms as her head fell
back, whimpering and groaning with every thrust.  His cock felt like it was
punching against her stomach.

   Mark was enjoying every second, loving the weak whimpering as he pulled
her against him.  He leaned forward, sandwiching her between himself and
the headboard, pinning her against his chest.  He fucked her faster, each
thrust becoming more brutal.  She was so tight and smooth.

   Claire was gasping for breath, she felt it was being knocked out of her
with every hard thrust he made.

   Mark felt his cock swell and his balls tighten.  He pulled back a little
and thrust hard and deep into her tiny body, making long hard thrusts.  He
moaned loudly, feeling a warm rush shoot through his cock and his load
exploded inside her.  Burst after burst of hot cum flooded her overstuffed
cunny and leaked out around his cock.

   Panting and moaning, he slumped down on top of her and he collapsed to
the bed, small spurts of cum still jerking from his cock.  He hadn't cum so
hard in years.  He pulled his cock back, her tight cunt almost holding him
in.  There was an obscene slurping pop as his cockhead popped free from her
tiny cunny.  He rolled off of her, panting.

   Claire was panting as well, struggling to catch her breath.  Her cunny
was throbbing and burning.  She took the bear again and hugged it to her,
she couldn't hold back the sobbing.  She felt her uncle place his hand on
her head and rub her hair.  She hugged her bear tightly.  She was happy her
uncle enjoyed it, but she was mixed with regret and fear.  She turned away
from him on her side.  She felt her uncle pull her to him, and felt his
slick cock push against her, she was hurting and exhausted and she worried
about what was going to happen now...