Little Ally Takes Hold

Edited by Lance Vargas

Something changed in Alice since I had seen her last. She must be
11 or 12, so I guess hormones are taking hold. Whatever it is it
turned my sweet little niece into a sex kitten. I mean, at least
that's the way I see it. At last year's reunion she played with
the little kids and I think I remember her in the wading pool
splashing with them.

I mean, it's not like I was keeping track of her then. She was
always one of my favorites because she was the sweet child who
loved to hear me read stories. I remember when we would snuggle
on the sofa when my wife and I visited with her sister. Being the
oldest of five I guess I always got along with younger kids, but
I also learned that treating them with respect makes them respect
you.

Alice used to sit in my lap while I read, and she alway seemed so
lost in the world of the book we were reading. Of course, that
was some years ago.

Now I see this little girl trying desperately to look like a
woman and act sexy and sophisticated. I guess I almost have to
laugh, too, because, well, it looks silly. And she pushes it. The
eye shadow, lip gloss, all lost because of the little girl
sundress. So from the neck up she looks like a mini grown up.
Neck down, little girl. Except for her chest. She's probably
padding it, and it wouldn't surprise me with the way she's
acting.

What's really annoying is how she's insinuating herself in all of
the grown ups' conversations. I can see it upsetting some people.

Oh hell, she's coming my way. I'll just treat her like always and
maybe she'll go bother someone else.

"Well, hi there, Eric!" she calls to me.

"Hello Alice, how are you?" I want to say what, no 'Uncle' in
there anywhere? I used to be Uncle Eric.

"Ally. Call me Ally, that's what they call me now."

"OK, Ally. So you're going into 5th grade..."

"Sixth! Please. I did 5th grade last year. I'm am sooooo glad to
be out of that baby class. It was all I could to put up with the
silliness."

I'm going to wretch. She's so put on. Please go play with
somebody else.

"You know you're my favorite uncle. You always have been, Eric.
Remember when you used to read to me? You used to hold me so
close and I just loved listening to your deep voice. You made me
feel safe."

And she puts both hands on my bare knees. I'm sitting on a tree
seat built around this massive oak in Mamaw's back yard, and I'm
wearing a Hawaiian shirt with shorts that I'm figuring are just a
tad too short right now.

I glance over my left shoulder to see the badminton game still in
full force. That's where most of the family has gathered, but I
was talking to some relatives who took Alice's entrance as a cue
to get up and leave.

Alone on the tree seat I'm thinking her hands on my legs have
become a discomfort.

"Remember when I would climb in your lap? I loved that! How come
we don't do that anymore?"

"Because maybe you've grown up. I usually don't let a 12-year-old
sit on my lap..."

"I'm only 11! I think I should still be able to anyway if I
wanted."

And with that she spreads my legs open. My general instinct is to
protect my privates and close my knees tight, but I don't want
her to think she's getting a reaction out of me. So I allow my
legs to spread and she crawls between them. Yes, she's grown
about six inches since last year.

Her hair smells delicious, and she's wearing a perfume of some
type. The smells are heady and my mind begins to spin. She's not
sitting like she used to. It's more intimate now, and as much as
I want it to be it's not very comfortable in the family sense. I
don't need anyone to see us and wonder what's on her mind. No
amount of explaining would make anyone see this is like old time.

Her skirt is shorter than I thought. Most of her legs are
exposed, and I just don't know how to tell her to cover up. Of
course, common sense is being drowned out anyway, so there's no
way I'm going to tell her anything at all.

She's snaked arm wrapped under mine, and I feel her hand on the
back of my neck stroking the back of my head.

"Ever think about growing a pony tail?"

"No, you?" I joke because her jet black hair is pulled back into
one long ponytail.

"I'm being serious, Silly. I think you'd look nice with your hair
just a little longer. I bet your law firm won't let you, huh?"

"No, they don't," I lie knowing that we have two male attorneys
on staff with shoulder-length hair.

"You have a very strong chin. I don't think I ever noticed that,"
she says as she strokes my chin with a finger.

The minute adjustments as she's sitting on my lap are sending
shock waves to very sensitive areas, and with her stroking my
hair and chin, I don't think I have the resolve to figure out an
end game here.

It doesn't help matters that she's leaning in my chest now. I
glance down at the spaghetti straps holding her sundress up, and
in fact, I can see part of the way down her top. The swells of her young
breasts are visible, and I'm thinking how can an eleven-year-old
be so developed? So much for the padding theory, these are real.

Her bare shoulders are having as much of an effect as the
peek-a-boo cleavage, and I'm really fearing a full-blown launch
sequence taking place.

She rests her head against my neck and she's almost singing,
"I've always felt safe right here. I love sitting in your lap,
and I used to think about you being my boyfriend. So strong and
handsome..."

I feel her finger playing with my shirt button and then sneak
beneath and play with my chest hair.

Dammit! I cannot defend myself against the onslaught because I
don't want to show a single reaction. I am just a millisecond
away from telling her to step down.

My brain and common sense can act any way they please, but libido
can only react, and react it does. I feel the heftiness begin to
fill in my penis exacerbated by her movements on my leg. And as
luck would have it I dress right, which is the leg she's
currently occupying.

I am heading straight for the edge of the cliff, and I'm so
afraid that when my organ is fully engorged that she's going to
be frightened and run away screaming. What am I going to do now?
Do I say she started it?

Fortunately, she seems oblivious to the log forming alongside my
leg. She's continuing to reminisce, and I'm reciting
multiplication tables backwards in my head.

At last her hand leaves my face, and she places it in her lap. I
should not be watching it because she's slowly lifting her skirt
as she scratches her leg. I'm thinking I should be seeing panties
right now, but there's nothing but skin showing. I am fully and
completely worried right now.

I give up all hope of keeping myself from becoming erect - that
was a lost cause from the beginning. I can only hope that I can
keep it from being too obvious, but one little movement and I'm
discovered.

And I'm discovered. She's leaned forward just a bit, and there is
no doubt that she feels my boner on the back of her left thigh.
She's pressing it into my leg,  and now I really am
second-guessing my decision to wear tennis shorts. The last thing
I need is an appearance by Mr. Personality. The trauma on this
little girl's psyche might be irreparable.

Or not.

It might just be an accident, but her hand just pushed on my hard
on. I'm hoping and wishing that she thinks it's just my leg. But
something tells me otherwise. That something is that as she's
lifting her hand back up my leg she literally cups my girth for a
brief moment and then releases.

Does she really know what she just did? Maybe it was a mindless
action, a reflex, a little girl thing that means absolutely
nothing. Or maybe not.

No, definitely not. She's doing it again, this time more
deliberately. She's definitely doing it on purpose, but she's not
giving anything away. She's continuing to jabber about reading
books and sitting on sofas and boyfriends and who knows what
else. I can barely hear her above the roar of my brain screaming
in my ears "Stop her!"

I can't. I'm helpless. She's in control here, and I'm so afraid
to move a muscle that I am literally paralyzed by fear.

Oh no! She knows exactly what she's doing! She's got a grip and
she's moving it back and forth. The little minx is masturbating
me! Just ever so slightly, but there's no mistaken that she's
jacking me.

She turns her face towards me and smiles. It turns from an
innocent smile to almost a smirk, a wicked little smile. And her
eyes start to narrow. The beautiful light brown pools are boring
right into my pupils.

"Did you know I use to feel you under me? I did. You would get
hard then too. You knew that didn't you?"

She was right, and I was busted. I was so busted I couldn't form
an answer. Even when she was four she would sit and squirm. What
could I do except let it go. I never made a big deal out of it. I
would normally just adjust myself. I didn't think she would even
notice. Boy, was I wrong.

"I used to giggle inside when you'd have to get up or move
around. When I turned seven I really tried to make you hard. It
was almost a game, and I was good at it, wasn't I?" Her smile
turned even more wicked, and her hand began to move a little
more.

"Yeah," is all I can muster. I'm going to have to move her now.
Everything is on the table. There's no secret where she's going
here. I've got to put a stop to it, so I grab her by her waist.

"Please don't. Don't make me move." Her wicked smile becomes
almost a heart-breaking pout. How can she do that? How can she go
from being a little sexpot to this fragile little girl in a
millisecond? I concede and feel apologetic that I tried to
interrupt her. But then I realize that she still has her grip
firmly on my cock and moving it back and forth!

"I never knew you were this large." She giggles. "It's like I
can't even get my hand all the way around. Boy, Aunt Joyce must
really like this."

The mention of my wife sends a worry pang straight to my gut.
Still it's not enough for me to do anything but sit and take it.
I'm still growing or she's becoming more aggressive. Her hand is
reaching between her legs pushing her skirt up further.

Finally she releases me and pulls her skirt up to look at my
shorts, or more specifically, the bulge in my shorts. I look with
her.

"Wow!" is all she can say.

She reaches down again and take a hold of my member this time
moving more aggressively.

"Please stop," I beg her looking into her eyes.

"Really?" she asks. "You really want me to stop?" Her eyes are
like a puppy's, longing and begging. There is a moment of
silence.

"no..." is all I can honestly say.

"That's what I thought..." she continues. And she leans her
shoulders forward and moves her small hand even faster. I can
feel my balls churning. I'm wondering if I should reciprocate or
would that get me even deeper in trouble. Then a horrible thought
hits me, and I begin to look around frantically to see if anyone
is watching. There are about 60 family members roaming the
grounds, and we're not in the most private area, but we are out
of the way.

Safe so far, but all it takes is a stray badminton birdie or
misthrown football, and we're discovered.

Whoa! What did she do? Oh crap, she's just pulled the leg of
shorts up and completely exposed the head of my dick!

"Alice!" I admonish with a harsh whisper.

"What?" she mocks me. "Gawww, it's so big and red. Look at it!
I've never seen it before. So this is what that log under my legs
all those years looks like. He looks mean!"

Now I have a profound sense of embarrassment, and I can't
understand why. She's been fondling me for five minutes and now
I'm embarrassed?

Suddenly she removes the sunglasses from the top of my head, and
I'm dumbfounded. What in the world? Then she promptly drops them
on the ground right between my legs.

"Oops," she says simply and jumps from my lap, releasing my dick
in the process. She's down on her knees picking up my sunglasses,
and I'm looking down between my leg, my dick obscenely exposed
and the little girl directly beneath.

I gather my wits enough to think I should cover myself, but
before I can move a muscle her head pops up, her eyes look up at
mine, and in one swift motion she opens her mouth and swallows my
cockhead.

I am so shocked that I shudder all over. It's almost as if I have
a seizure of some sort. She's sucking on my dick, and I'm
incredulous. I cannot believe what she's doing. I can somehow
explain away my niece sitting on my lap, but putting my dick in
her mouth?

She's pumping her head back and forth over my cockhead, and I
cannot even think. My mind is a blur and all I can see is the top
of her head rocking back and forth and that ponytail flopping
about.

Now I feel my nuts churning and my sac begin to tighten, but all
at once she releases me from her mouth and literally jumps back
on my leg. This time she's raised her little skirt so her bare
legs are against mine, and while that feeling is exquisite, she
reaches between her legs and finds my bare cock sticking out of
my shorts.

She begins to pump hard back and forth skin on skin this time.
Her little body is rocking on my legs, and she's looking up at me
smiling through gritted teeth and determination in her eyes. I
can only grunt. In fact, I'm grunting like a caveman and each
breath comes out in a huff.

All at once I let out a cry, almost a scream, and I'm cumming
like a madman. I feel hot semen shoot against my leg, and this
little she-devil quits pumping and pulls my dick back as hard as
she can. This makes me shoot even more. I continue to grunt and
scream and feel more and more spurts against my thigh and leg.

Finally, it's over. I am spent, and she knows this. She continues
to pump slowly, as if massaging me. She begins rubbing my cum
into the head of my penis. It's so sensitive, but I'm too
exhausted to complain.

Without warning she releases my wilting dick and jumps off of my
leg. My heart feels at once empty, and I look at her as if to say
"where are you going?"

She swings her arms back and forth swishing her dress like a
little girl again and says "If we had more time you and I could
have a lot of fun!" Then she giggles and skips away.

I make a quick scan of my surroundings for witnesses, and with
none in sight I get up to clean myself.

My mind is trying to comprehend what just happened. This little
girl has turned out to a lot of trouble, and no matter how good
it just felt I make up my mind to avoid her at all costs - at
least until she turns 18 I reason. But I'm  afraid that any
additional encounter will certainly land me in jail, so I'm
thankful that after today she'll be at least one state away until
next year. I'll deal with next year next year.

As I'm emerging from the house I jump when I see my wife coming
up the back porch steps. I begin to feel very guilty and begin to
check myself for outward signs that might give me away. She's
smiling at me, and I'm not sure why until I see Alice following
right behind her wearing my sunglasses.

Did she tell? Did she say anything? My ass is in a sling, and my
mind is racing trying to figure out how to explain it all. What
could I possibly say to spin this any other way than the obvious?

They're both smiling, and my wife finally says, "Guess who's
coming to stay for a few days?"

I will not survive.

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