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 ASSTR Code: Mg 9, ped, sex, rom, con.

   " A Matter of Clothes" is the story of a man who his 9 year old neice
coerses him into having sex with her while her mother is in another town
doing jury duty.

   " A Matter of Clothes" is a fictional story written by Frenchie.  This
story is entirely fictional and is not in any way real, suggested or
connected to anyone real at any time or place.  Nor does this story mean
that the author condones the actions of the characters in this story.  The
story is pure fiction and fantasy and nothing more.

   If you are not 18 years of age or older, please leave now.  If sex
between adult males and underage girls is not your cup of tea, please leave
now.  Otherwise, stay and enjoy the party.  Frenchie.



   A Matter of Clothes

   Chapter One

   Ever since Kevin was a young boy, a girl or young lady dressed up had
attracted him, sexually, though he was too young to realize what was going
on at the time.  He remembers, one time on the bus to school, he was
aroused so much by a classmate's petticoat and dress, that he achieved an
unwanted hard-on and had to miss his stop and get off the bus at the next
stop and walk back the distance to relieve himself.

   He grew up in the 50's, when girls wore "Poodle Skirts" with bouffant
petticoats beneath them to "poof" the skirt out, like an umbrella.  Their
waist was cinched with a wide belt, giving it the appearance of a much
smaller diameter waist, which accented the hemline from which portended to
hide the yards and yards of lace trimming on the voluminous layers of
petticoat.  Our story begins one Sunday when Kevin was called to visit his
older sister, Irene, who lived across town in Gentilly.

   Kevin's sister was ten years older than he and she had a nine and a half
year old daughter, named Christy.  Christy adored Kevin and enjoyed when he
visited because he would always bring her a present and sometimes he would
take her to a show or restaurant.

   Kevin idolized his little niece and loved her more and more, every time
he saw her.  Christy, with her beautiful dark-brown hair that went down
past her shoulders and shown brightly in the sunlight, her cute way that
she talked and her lovely little body with that exciting butt and flat
tummy; his day- dreaming about what it would be like to see her bald little
pussy and maybe even lick it and bring her to an orgasm, repeated in his
mind, over and over.  Just dreams, he thought, because he would never do
anything to her that would embarrass her or his sister.  He swore to that.

   This one day, Irene had asked Kevin to baby-sit Christy, because she had
to go to Baton Rouge for a court appearance, that might take two or three
days and she didn't have a regular baby sitter.  Kevin readily agreed.

   He arrived about 4:00 the next afternoon, just in time to see Irene off
on her journey.  As he walked up to the porch, he scooped up his biggest
fan, in his arms, Christy, who smothered him with kisses from her vantage
point.  He carried Christy around as Irene show him where everything was
and gave him money, just in case she had to stay over an extra day or two.
They kissed her goodbye and she left.

   Kevin put Christy down and asked her if she had had lunch and she told
him as much, so he asked her what she wanted to do.  He was taken aback at
her response; because it involved something he had only fantasized doing
with his little niece.

   "I want to play brother and sister with you." She said in her cute
little voice.

   "What," he asked, "is that?

   "Oh." And she thought a moment and finished by saying.  "It's like
playing doctor, only you do it.  Shirley told me that Bobby and she do it
all the time and it feels really good."

   Kevin thought for a moment, trying to figure out what his little niece
was saying; was it what he thought it was and what he was going to tell the
little girl.

   "What do you mean by `do it'?" He asked.

   "You know," she replied.  "He sticks his thing in you and you do it."

   Kevin almost took his little niece right then and there.  He couldn't
believe what he was hearing.  All the time he dreamt about sleeping with
Christy; holding her in the fetal position with his rod embedded in her
sweet pussy and now she was saying, that's just what she wanted.

   "I don't know, Christy.  You're only nine years old and you're much too
young to be having such thoughts."

   She crossed her arms across her chest and said; "Nine and a half."

   "Listen, what do you say we go to a movie and think about this for a
little while?" He asked, trying to buy a little time before disappointing
the little angel he loved so much.

   "No, Uncle Kevin," She said, emphatically.  "I've thought about it and I
want to do it with you, so I can make you feel good like Shirley does for
Bobby.  I really love you, Uncle Kevin."

   `Oh, god,' Kevin thought.  `How do you argue with that kind of logic?'
He said.  "How about we go to the ice cream parlor get some cake and ice
cream and talk about this, because it's a tall order.  OK?"

   "Can I get a banana spit?"

   "You bet you!" He exclaimed, vigorously.

   "With nuts and a cherry?" She asked, enthusiastically.

   "All right, that's settled, let's go."

   "Go wash your face and comb your hair and we'll go." He commanded.

   As they walked the three blocks to Gentilly highway, Kevin waited to
hear what he was dreading to hear, but on the other hand, he was getting a
boner because of what he wanted to hear and was fantasizing as he watched
her little head as it bobbed up and down in stride with her walk.

   "You're gonna like it when we do it." Christy said, with a cheery tone.

   "Christy, we're not going to do it.  You are too young, and besides, we
are related." Kevin said, firmly.

   "But, Shirley is younger than me and she does it." She pouted.

   "That doesn't change anything." Kevin said, finally.  "We're not going
to do anything like that.  Now you can just forget it."

   He regretted saying it just that way, but now, he was caught between a
rock and a hard place, so-to-speak.

   They walked in silence until they came at Gentilly Highway and that
started Christy to start chattering again.

   "How many times have you done it, Uncle Kevin?"

   Kevin thought, `Oh my god, she's really into this.'

   He thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I don't know, maybe two or
three."

   They walked into the drugstore and went to the soda fountain.  Kevin
grabbed the little girl under her behind and lifted her to the stool and he
sat down.  All the time he was lifting her, with her body so close to his,
he thought how good it would feel to lay next to this little angel on the
bed and maybe even feel her up.

   "Ok, what'll it be?"

   The soda jerk walked over and stood in front of the pair with his
notebook order form and looked down upon them.

   "What do you want Christy?"

   She looked at the card menu and said.  "I want a Banana Split with nuts
and a cherry."

   Kevin said, "I'll have the same."

   The man walked away with their order and Christy was the first to break
the silence.

   "I want you to make love to me because you've got me all wet down there
and we will both feel good when we do.  Shirley says so."

   "How old is Shirley?"

   "She's 10 and Bobby is 11 and they do it all the time." Christy said,
curtly.

   "Well, there you are.  They are both about the same age, so they are
compatible, but they are much too young to be involved in sexual
activities."

   Christy put her right hand under her dress and rubbed her soaked little
pussy and showed Kevin the wetness.  Kevin almost fainted as she put her
little fingers so close to his nose that he smelled the acrid aroma of her
sweet nectar.  His penis grew rock hard; there was no denying this sweet
little angels request.  What was he going to do?  Now, he was getting wet.

   They finished their Banana Splits and walked home in silence and when
they walked up the porch steps, Kevin went right to the swing and sat down.
Christy sat down next to him and lay against his arm.  He took the queue
and put his arm around his little angel and they sat there a while, side by
side, swinging back and forth.

   Christy noticed that Kevin's pants were soaking wet.  Even maybe wetter
than her panties and she giggled.

   "Uncle Kevin!" She exclaimed.  "You're even wetter than I am.  So, you
must want to make love to me."

   Kevin looked down to see a large wet spot at his groin and his
protruding prick standing at attention.  He was had.

   "Yes, I admit it." He said, lamely.  "But Christy, we can't.  You are
too young and I could hurt you.  Don't you understand?"

   "You won't hurt me." She pleaded.  "I promise."

   They kept on swinging in silence.  Kevin not making any move to hide his
swollen penis or the wet spot on his pants that kept growing, but Christy's
eyes were glued to the apparitions.

   Apparently, his little niece had made up her mind and he had to think of
a way to make her change her mind.  He knew that if he tried to put his
prick in her, it would tear her up and would hurt her, forever.  But, by
the same token, he couldn't miss a chance to, at least, smell and lick her
glorious honey pot.

   It was about 6 o'clock, the sun was setting and there was a chill in the
air.

   "Ok.  What say we go inside and watch some Television?"

   "And then we can go to bed." The anxious girl said.

   They got up from the swing and went inside.  Kevin turned on the TV
while Christy went to the bathroom.

   When she came from the bathroom, she went right to the couch and got up
on Kevin, straddling his legs.  She took his right arm and put it over her
crotch and lay back against him.

   He was in heaven.  This little vixen he had loved since she was born was
in his lap begging him for release of her sexual desires and he obliged
her. He rubbed his hand back and forth for a while, then he reached down
and pulled her dress and petticoat up and felt for her little snatch and
began caressing it back and forth, up and down, until the girl was
whimpering and breathing very hard.  He redoubled his efforts until his
breathing was out of control.

   Soon, he bent over and nudged the little girl to an upright position,
facing him and their lips met.  She kissed him a little girl's kiss at
first, but soon her mouth opened and her tongue was searching for is
tongue. Kevin almost came in his pants, right then.  The more they kissed
and caressed each other the hotter and wetter they became and they both
wanted to go to bed and make love.  Their hearts were beating out of
control as was their breathing and they were so weak they could hardly hold
each other.

   Kevin broke their kiss and breathed out a big breath and collapsed back
on the couch and Christy collapsed on him, spent.  They rested there for
sometime and when Kevin got some strength back .  "Let's go get ready for
bed."

   "Uncle Kevin, I just want to go to bed and make love like we're doing."

   Kevin thought she had something there, but she should take a shower or
bathe first and then after they finished, they could go to sleep.

   Christy slipped off of the couch and went straight to her room and
closed the door.

   Kevin locked the front door and turned off the light and went to the
bathroom to relieve himself.  He went to his room and changed into a pair
of pajamas and went to Christy's room.  She was lying across her bed still
dressed with her eyes closed.  He turned out the light and lay next to
Christy.  She immediately turned to face him and they embraced and kissed,
warmly.

   Kevin's hand, as it had before, pulled Christy's dress and petticoat up
and found her eager pussy and began to stroke it, giving the girl renewed
pleasure.  He rubbed for a while; both she and he began breathing hard and
getting wetter as time went on.

   Finally, Kevin had enough.  He fell to his knees before the little girl
and raised her clothes and pulled her panties down.  He then spread her
legs and bent forward and massaged her bald little pussy with his tongue.

   "Ow!" She screamed.  "Oh.  Ow." She repeated.

   "Does that hurt?" He asked.

   "No." She whispered, emphatically.  "It feels real good."

   So, Kevin returned to his assault on Christy's pussy.  He increased the
area of his ministrations to her flat little belly with a hard tongue; back
down to her pussy; around the belly, back and forth.  She begged for mercy,
but he didn't relent.  Soon, he stuck his tongue into her honey pot and
wiggled it around and around.  She moaned and groaned and writhed on the
bed.  Kevin realized two dreams had come true.

   Pretty soon, Christy started acting like she was about to orgasm and
Kevin was ready.  With a deft tongue he put it in, slowly and pulled it out
fast; put it in and pulled it out.  She growled.  Her breathing was ragged
and she almost sounded like she was choking.  Kevin's hard-on reached new
heights at the sounds his little girl was making.

   Then he stopped.  She screamed.

   "Oh, don't stop!  Please don't stop!"

   He started again.  She started breathing harder and bucking up and down,
hard on the bed.  She groaned.  He stopped again.

   "Oh, my gawd!" she pleaded.  "Please don't stop!"

   He waited a moment and resumed.  Slowly; deliberately; in and out;
around and in; and then, he let the little girl realize her first orgasm.
It was powerful.  Her body jolted, bucked around.  He kissed her throbbing
cunt and sucked the juices out of it until it was drained.  She bucked and
writhed, moaned and groaned for what seemed to be an hour.  She was
breathless lying there on the bed, trying to catch her breath; moaning the
while.

   Kevin leaned over the girl and kissed her full on the lips.  She
responded by putting her arms around him and pulling him to her.  She fell
asleep.

   Kevin undressed the sleeping girl and put a nightgown on her and kissed
his sleeping beauty that had enjoyed her first orgasm at his hands.  He
took her clothes to the bathroom to put them in the dirty clothes hamper.
He didn't, however, put her petticoat in the hamper.  Instead, he sat down
on the toilet and draped it across his swollen member and it soon became
soaked with its love oil.  He slowly and gently moved it up and down over
his cock as the parchment was rough and biting.  He could smell the aroma
of his dear little niece as the petticoat slid over his cock.  It was like
she was there with him, helping him to enjoy a terrific orgasm.  Slowly,
back and forth, up and down the crisp material slid, causing him to jump as
an orgasm grew within his loins.

   Slowly and deliberately he moved the fabric of the petticoat over his
penis, flexing it as it moved over his penis to an orgasm.  The feelings
were growing stronger.  He stopped; one spasm, only; no orgasm.  He
continued back and forth, back and forth.  He stopped; one spasm, only; no
orgasm.  He continued back and forth, back and forth.  He stopped several
times preventing his aching cock from achieving an orgasm.  Finally, when
the time was right and the first spasm hit, he continued pumping up and
down.

   "Ah", he screamed.  "O gawd."

   A second jolt hit his body and the tip of his cock burned like the fire
from hell.  Spasm after spasm shook his body.  Every spasm sent an electric
shock through his body.  Cum spewed out of his cock, drenching the
petticoat with his seed and the feeling was all but unbearable, he kept
stroking the petticoat back and forth across his now satiated and burned
out cock.

   Weak, spent and wilted, he put the petticoat in the dirty clothes
hamper; peed and turned the light out and went to bed.

   Chapter Two

   The next morning, Kevin woke up about 6 am and made a pot of coffee and
woke Christy so she could go to school.  Needless to say, she didn't want
to go; instead she wanted to stay home and make love with Kevin.

   "Listen, Christy," he said.  "You have got to go to school and there's
no ifs', ands' or buts' about it.  You have to go to school."

   She begrudgingly got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

   "What do you want for breakfast, sweetheart?" Kevin called.

   "Mom usually fixes me a cereal with fruit and milk and a slice of
toast."

   "Are you going to shower or bathe?"

   "I'm going to shower."

   "Ok, breakfast will be ready when you come out."

   Kevin set out to make the pair breakfast.  Christy had gotten dressed
and was ready to go to school.  They sat down to breakfast.

   "Now, listen sweetie, you mustn't tell anyone what we did last night,
because I would be in deep trouble if you do." Kevin told Christy.

   "I know, Uncle Kevin." Christy said.

   "Not even Shirley, because if you do, I could go to jail for a long
time. Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Uncle Kevin." And she continued eating her breakfast.

   Finished, Kevin picked up the breakfast dishes and put them in the sink
and came back to the table and sat down.

   "Come here, sweetheart."

   Christy came over and leaned against him and hugged him.  He smoothed
her hair and kissed her forehead and said.  "I love you, Christy."

   "I love you too, Uncle Kevin."

   "I'll be here when you come home from school.  Ok?"

   "I love you so much." She said with a cry in her voice.

   Kevin squeezed her to him and rubbed her butt and she hugged him back.

   Pretty soon the school bus was blowing its horn and Christy gave Kevin a
sloppy kiss, goodbye and grabbed her books and left.  He walked her to the
door and watched her go down the steps and onto the bus.

   Kevin felt all alone.  He was by himself and his little angel was gone.

   To keep himself busy, he washed the breakfast dishes and put the garbage
out and then he decided to wash the clothes.  When the clothes were dry, he
put them away and sat down at the kitchen table to think.  It was then that
he decided to go to town and buy Christy a present.  He took her petticoat
off the hangar and looked to see what size it was.  Then he showered and
got dressed and left for town.  He caught the Gentilly Bus and the Canal
Street streetcar and got off downtown and went to Sears.  He looked on the
map of the store and found the "Girls Department".  It was on the second
floor where a saleslady approached him and asked if she could help him.

   He stammered.  "I want to buy a petticoat for my niece."

   The saleslady smiled as she asked what size he wanted.

   "Size 14." He replied.

   She asked him to follow her and they walked to the racks that held the
petticoats.  They were all sizes and colors.  It was mind boggling.  The
saleslady motioned with her arm, "Here they are."

   After about 20 minutes he had made his final selection; a two tiered
Nylon white outer skirt with a three inch ruffle over a white Nylon
parchment under skirt with a white lace hemline and a little satin bow on
the Nylon bodice at the center top.  It was called, "Flying Saucer".  He
asked for it to be gift wrapped and the sales lady took it and they went to
her register where he paid for it.  Wrapped petticoat in hand, he caught
the streetcar and bus back to his sister's house in Gentilly.

   He got home just about noon and put the present on Christy's bed and sat
down to watch a little Television.

   He hadn't been home two minutes when the phone rang.

   "Hello."

   "Hi Kevin," his sister said.

   "Oh, hi Irene, how's it going?"

   "I'm afraid, not so good." Irene answered.  "The testimony is more
involved than they thought."

   "Well, we're doing alright.  Christy had breakfast and is at school
right now.  Yesterday we went to K&B and got banana splits and watched TV
until it was time for bed."

   "She's going to have homework when she gets home from school, so please
make sure she does it.  Ok?

   "She's a good girl.  She'll do it."

   They didn't talk to long because Irene was on her lunch hour and had to
get back to the courtroom.  They hung up and Kevin fixed himself a sandwich
and watched some more TV.

   The school bus pulled up in front of the house about 2:30 and Christy
came bouncing in and went right to Kevin and gave him a big hug.  They
hugged and kissed for a while and finally he asked.

   "Do you have homework?"

   "Oh, yes.  I always do, but it's not much.  Will you help me?"

   "Of coarse I will.  But first, go change your clothes and we'll get at
it." He gave her a pat on the butt and she gave a little squeal.

   Pretty soon, she came running out of her bedroom carrying the present
Kevin had bought her.  "What is it?" she asked.

   Kevin said.  "Open it and find out."

   She ripped the paper off the package, exposing the box that said `Sears'
and then she put the box on the table and opened it.  She raised the
petticoat out of the box and draped it in front of her, as if modeling it,
while smiling the most beautiful smile at Kevin, then she ran over and
hugged him, strongly.

   They kissed and hugged one another until Kevin said.  "Ok, it's homework
time.  Let's get to it."

   Christy got her homework out and put it on the table and began to
explain what she had to do.  They dug into it and finished in about an
hour.

   "I wish you lived with us Uncle Kevin."

   "That would be nice."

   Christy put her homework and her petticoat away and came back and hugged
Kevin.  He got up and they walked to the couch and sat down.

   "What do you say we go have some supper at The Bakery on Gentilly
Highway and come back and make love?"

   "Oh, that would be great.  Can I wear my new petticoat?" She asked with
delight.

   "I don't see why not, princess." Kevin replied.  "And get a coat while
you're at it.  It could be chilly when we come back."

   Kevin got his coat while Christy changed her clothes and they walked to
The Bakery for supper.  Kevin told Christy that her mother would be staying
in Baton Rouge for at least another day, which delighted the young girl. 
And, it was chilly when they returned home, so Kevin held her close to him.

   Kevin pulled the shades down in the front room, so that passers by
wouldn't be able to see in and he instructed Christy to get undressed and
he put his pajamas on and they met in the front room on the couch.

   Kevin was the first to return and Christy paraded in with her new
petticoat on without any panties, underneath, smiling as she sat down next
to Kevin.  Kevin put his arm around his niece and they fell into a kiss
that lasted a long time.  Both of them were soaking wet with love juice and
eager to see what the night held in store.

   Christy said.  "Why don't we go to my room and continue where we left
off last night?"

   Kevin thought for a moment and said.  "That sounds like a good idea. 
I'll lock the front door and turn out the lights." And they got up and went
to her room.  Kevin took his pajamas off and threw them on the floor and
Christy lay across her bed as she did last night.

   Kevin got right to work licking and sucking Christy's honey pot and they
both moaned and writhed on the little bed.

   Soon, Christy was so hot that she begged Kevin to fuck her.  "Please,
Uncle Kevin.  Let's do it?"

   `Oh my gawd,' Kevin thought.  `What am I going to do now?'

   He left his position between her legs and lay next to her so they could
kiss and hold each other.  She was so hot and he was too.

   "Ok." He said.  "I want you to climb up on me when I turn on my back. 
That way you can control how much penetration you can stand, because it is
going to hurt the first few minutes."

   They turned over and she sat on his stomach and he held her around her
butt as she lowered herself onto his penis.

   "Go slow." He warned.

   Pretty soon the tip was inside of the tightest little pussy he had ever
felt and he almost lost his load.

   "Stop!" He said, urgently.  "I'm about to cum, it feels so good."

   She stopped and waited a few seconds before continuing to envelope his
penis in her tight little pussy.

   "Oh gawd," he said.  "I can't stand the feeling.  I'm about to explode
into you.  It feels so good."

   She knew that she had to stop or it would be all over for a while, so
she leaned forward and kissed Kevin, passionately.  They both stayed still
for a while and then she resumed her efforts to swallow his prick with her
pussy.

   She had gotten about 2 inches in as she pushed downward and pulled up;
his huge prick was going into her pussy, ever so slowly, a little at a
time.

   She stopped again and lay forward on his chest.  This time she rested
and they kissed and hugged with his prick partially embedded in her tight
pussy.

   Kevin had an idea and pulled out of his niece.  "Does it hurt, much?" He
asked.

   "No." She replied.

   "Then let me get on top and we'll get it in."

   They reversed positions, kissing the whole time, until he was situated
on top of her over her spread eagle legs.  He reached around and held her
butt between his hands as he gently rubbed his penis over her open pussy,
back and forth.

   Christy reached down and guided his swollen cock against her eagerly
waiting pussy, flowing with love juices.  Soon it met its mark and began
prying open her lips and entering her for the first time; she whimpered and
cooed.  "Oh gawd, it feels good."

   Kevin began his assault on his niece's pussy, gently easing it in,
little by little.  The feeling of the tightness and warmth of her organ was
overwhelming and he had to slow down even more or else he would spill his
seed, prematurely.  Slowly he ground his hips into hers and his prick was
entering her hot little pussy.

   Soon, it felt that it was almost all inside the young girl and they both
were feeling bliss that couldn't be described; it was warm and wet; it was
holding each other at new places, without arms; it was electricity flowing
between them; it was chilling and warm all at the same time.

   Kevin held Christy in his arms and kissed her and they rubbed their
heads against each other.  His prick twitched inside of his niece; she felt
the quick movement.  They were in love.

   Kevin moved, ever so slowly, in and out of the girl; pushed to the
right; pushed to the left; pushed town the middle, every so slowly.  He
pulled his penis almost all the way out and waited a moment before slowly
reinserting it again and he repeated the movement until Christy moaned.

   He kept up the assault on her sweet honey pot for what seemed like an
hour and then he changed tactics; she moaned and growled; she bit the
pillow and the blanket; she bucked and pleaded, "Don't stop!"

   Kevin made a resolution, right then, that this would be Christy's
granddaddy of orgasms.  When he thought she was ready to go over the top,
he made his legs and arms rigid and raised his hips, so that the only part
of him that was touching her was his penis in her pussy.  Slowly he pushed
it in and waited.  Then he pulled it out, and waited.  Again and again, he
repeated the process.

   "Oh, ma...  Oh, my gawd" She growled.  She threw her head from side to
side.  She growled some more and repeated, "Oh, my gawd.  Oh, my gawd.

   Sometimes, the words stuck in her throat and she didn't say the complete
thought.  "Oh, ma...  Oh...  Ouu..." Her breath was uneven; it was jerky
and cut off in mid breath.

   But gawd never answered because Kevin wasn't listening to her pleas.  He
was intent on making her have a tumultuous orgasm that she would never
forget.  Soon, he tired of the weight put on his arms and legs and he had
to give up this position.

   He pulled his penis out of Christy and put his head right on her pussy
and stuck his tongue into her steamy orifice and manipulated her swollen
clit.  He sucked on it; rolled his tongue back and forth across it and
sucked some more.  When she seemed to be coming, he would stop and leave
the wave pass to prevent her from having an orgasm.

   He teased her for some time and then he was ready to let her have her
orgasm.  When she was about to go over the top, he let her and she
screamed.

   "Oh, my gawd!  Sheesh!  Wha..." And she bit the covers on the bed and
writhed over it.

   And Kevin kept on sucking her clit while she had spasm after spasm until
she collapsed, breathless on the bed.

   He lay beside her and kissed her and held his sweet little angel with a
look of pure contentment on her face.  And she fell asleep in his arms.



   Chapter Three

   Irene had called yesterday to say that the trial would take more time
than anticipated and she wouldn't be home for the next couple of days. 
This news made Christy very happy because it meant her uncle Kevin would
stay over another night and they could make love, undisturbed.  Irene
hadn't called today, so Kevin assumed she wouldn't be home tonight.

   This morning was the same as yesterday; they got up, had breakfast;
Christy went to school and Kevin occupied himself with household chores and
he messed around in the garden and picked a few flowers.

   Kevin was sitting on the front porch swing when Christy arrived at home
from school.  She put her books on the floor and sat next to him.  They
hugged each other for a little while and Kevin asked, "How was your day?"

   "Quite frankly, Uncle Kevin," she said with an attitude.  "It was very
boring."

   He chuckled.  "How so?  You weren't supposed to be entertained; you were
supposed to be learning."

   "I know, but you weren't there."

   He pulled her close to him and kissed her.

   "I love you sweetheart." He said as he got up.  "Come on; let's get your
homework done so we can have some fun."

   "I love you too," she said, looking up to him and they kissed,
pationately.

   She and Kevin went in the kitchen did her homework and then they watched
television for a little while.

   "I'm getting a little hungry," Kevin said, "how about you?"

   She was nestled next to him, in a dreamy state--she wasn't watching the
television--she was deep in thought, day dreaming, about what they would do
for the rest of the evening.

   "I could eat something," she said, dreamily.

   "How about a shrimp po-boy," he asked' "or a roast beef po-boy?"

   "U, huh," she murmured.

   "Ok, well, lets get up and you go wash your face and brush your hair and
I'll go get the car ready."

   They drove to Shambra's on Jefferson Davis Parkway.  He parked the car
on the street and they walked to the restaurant.  They had a po-boy each
with coleslaw and a drink and Kevin asked her if she wanted desert, to
which she said,

   "No, I want to go home and make love with you."

   With that said, they immediately drove back to the house, wherein, Kevin
put the car away and Christy went inside.

   When Kevin got inside, the front room lights were off with a beam of
light streaming from beneath Christy's door.  He went in and found her
lying across her bed in her new petticoat without underwear.  Kevin
immediately undressed, turned the light out and crawled into the bed, with
a raging hard on and lay next to his angel.

   She turned over and they embraced and kissed; writhing, moaning, probing
and feeling each other in a wealth of passion.  They both grew weaker by
the minute until they lay still, concentrating on one part of the other's
body.

   "Gawd, I love you sweetheart."

   "And I love you."

   And they kissed a long and wet, sloppy, kiss.

   Not able to wait any longer, Kevin pulled up her petticoat and lay on
top of Christy, aiming his rock hard cock at her soaked pussy.  She reached
down to guide it in.  He pushed a little when it was matched to her hole
and it slid in quickly, without much effort.

   She let out a little whimper as he started pumping in and out.  He held
her in his arms and they kissed while his missile massaged the soaked walls
of her virginal cavity.  She moaned and whimpered, encouraging him on and
every now and then, he to, let out an audible signal that he was enjoying
the night.

   After about a half an hour, she said that she had to pee, so they took a
break and both went to the bathroom.  They went back to the bedroom and lay
next to each other and kissed and caressed until Kevin crawled up between
her legs and started massaging her clit with his tongue.  He planned to
bring her to orgasm by performing cunnilingus on her.

   "Ow...  oh!" She screamed.

   He did a figure eight over and around the sensitive organ and she
writhed on the bed, uncontrollably.

   Redoubling his efforts, he slid his tongue into her pussy and drew it
out and put it back in, rapidly and she screamed and writhed some more.  He
kept repeating the process until Christy had a huge orgasm that lasted at
least two or three minutes and she was breathless when it was all over
with. He kissed her pussy and sucked the juices from it for sometime after
and she lay there and moaned and groaned.

   Then, he crawled up on her and held her in his arms and kissed her
tenderly while he mounted her.  He needed no help or guidance to get his
prick deep into her pussy this time, because she was so wet that with the
slightest pressure his prick was in and ready for action and so was he.

   He held her ass on his arms, pulling her into him for deeper penetration
and he pounded into her, mercilessly.  She screamed and contorted back and
forth in his arms.  She was about to have another massive orgasm; and so
was he.

   He let her ass go down to the bed and he put his legs around her legs,
squeezing her already tight pussy even tighter around his smoking cock and
they both started having spasms at the same time.  After about the third
spasm, he had to hold her body tightly to his because the feeling was so
intense that his glands felt as if they were on fire and the slightest
movement would intensify the feeling to unbearable proportions.

   They lay there, both spent and weak, holding each other, unable to say a
word.  They fell asleep.

   Kevin woke up about 12:30 and went to pee.  He climbed into bed next to
Christy and she murmured as he held her.

   "I love you so much." She said, softly.

   He whispered, "I love you too, angel." And they kissed and caressed.

   Soon, he was feeling her up, rubbing her little tits, her waist and her
ass and she was getting hot again.  He paid special attention to her ass
and though he had never had a `piece of ass', he felt that he could
possibly persuade her to try it.  She seemed to enjoy when his hand passed
over her butt and he squeezed it.  So, he pulled her leg over his and slid
his hand to her butt hole and he passed his `social finger' up and down her
crack and then he rubbed her butt some more.

   She was beginning to breathe hard again, so he continued with renewed
effort and soon she pleaded.

   "Oh, Uncle Kevin, do me there?"

   She didn't have to say it twice, he was on top of her in an instant,
massaging his boner between her lovely cheeks, lubricating it and making it
wet with their love juices.

   She started writhing on the bed and moaning, loudly.

   He spread her legs wide so there would be less pain, he thought.  He had
never done this before, but he heard that it was quite painful the first
time.  He felt around for her rear entrance and probed until he scored.

   Gently, he pushed toward the eager girl.  A little bit of the tip went
in.  She whimpered.  He pushed some more and more went in, then he pulled
back to let more love juice into her hole.  He pushed in again and it was
going deeper into her ass.

   "Oh," he whimpered.  "What a feeling."

   "Oh, yes," she cried.  "Please don't stop."

   He had no intention of stopping, not until they each had another
smashing orgasm.  He pushed in and pulled out, lubricating his swollen
member and her tight little ass.  In and out and in and out; soon, it was
almost all in her glorious little ass.

   "Oh, what a feeling," she said.  "You're so big and hard."

   Those words promoted strength in Kevin and he was determined to hurt his
young niece and he went faster and faster with his plunger.

   She started screaming, "Don't stop!  Oh, don't stop." And she contorted
all over the bed and she bucked up and down until it was time, and he was
ready with another big wad of cum, this time up her ass.

   Again, he wrapped his legs around her and squeezed her ass cheeks
together and began unloading his spunk into her tender, virgin asshole.  He
couldn't move, the feeling was unbearable as he pumped and pumped and
squirted his seed unto his nine and a half year old niece.

   She tried to scream but her breath was so ragged that she choked.  Both
were breathing so hard, that they thought they would pass out before it was
all over.  They lay as they were, still; his prick still partially imbedded
in her bum.

   Finally, he rolled over and held Christy in his arms and the two of them
fell into a deep and restful sleep.

   Oddly enough, they both woke up about six o'clock, wide awake and fully
rested.  They hugged and kissed for a while, then took a shower together
and got dressed and had breakfast in time for the school bus.  He kissed
her goodbye in the kitchen and walked her to the front door.  Gawd, he how
loved that girl.

   He washed the breakfast dishes and sat down in the kitchen and thought
for a while.  Last night took its toll on his energy, so he decided to take
a nap on the couch.  He turned the television on real low and lay down. 
Soon he drifted off to sleep.

   Though the TV volume was low, the words being spoken woke him.  He sat
up and listened.  He got up and turned the volume up so he could hear
better.

   "...  involuntary manslaughter," the announcer said.  "The thirty-two
year old registered nurse of six years of service will be sentenced on July
16th.  Bail is set at fifty thousand dollars.  In other news..."

   Kevin swore that he heard the announcer say "Irene Pendergrass", but he
couldn't be sure.  He got the phonebook out and dialed the television
station that he heard the announcement on.

   "Yes, may I speak to the newsroom?" He said to the person answering the
phone.  He heard a click and waited a few moments until.

   "Hi, Greg Wilson, may I help you?"

   "Hi, I just heard a news story on your station about a nurse who was
convicted of involuntary manslaughter.  Could you tell me her name?"

   "Just a moment please."

   There was shuffling of paper for a few seconds and the man returned
with, "Irene Pendergrass."

   "Thank you." And he hung up the phone and sat down on the couch.

   `And I thought she had jury duty or was testifying at a trial, but she
was on trial.  What am I going to tell Christy?'

   Irene was sentenced to six years in prison and with good behavior could
be out in three.  Christy took it pretty hard as did Kevin.  Kevin visited
his sister every now and then, but Christy was too young.  Kevin vacated
his apartment and moved into his sister's house to take care of Christy.

   Soon, it was Christy's 10th birthday and they had a big party and
invited all of her friends.  He gave her a new petticoat and some lace
panties with hearts all over them.

   When the festivities were over and everybody had left to go home, Kevin
approached Christy and held her face, looking up, in his hands and asked.

   "What would you like to do now, sweetheart?

   "Oh, that's easy." She said, curtly and with an attitude.  "I want you
to fuck my brains out, front and rear, all night long because its vacation
and I don't have school tomorrow."

   "Well, lets get to it young lady, before I'm too old."

   They went to her bedroom and she undressed and put on her new petticoat
on with a pair of her new panties.

   "You're going to have to take them off of me." She giggled

   "And then, I'm going to ravage your pussy and ass until you're
comatose."

   "What's `comatose' Uncle Kevin?" She asked in her sweet little girl's
voice.

   "You'll see young lady, you will see."

   -30Laissez les bon temps roulez

   Let the good times roll

   Frenchie

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