{ASST} Ward_of_State {Mr_Ed} (Mg, 1st, cons) Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Ward of State by: Mr. Ed Where he was going was the corner room of the house, but to get there it was necessary to pass through a room used by the eleven year old girl that lived in his home. She was there as a ward of the state, and had been with them since she was only five years old. Back in those days, Susan used to bathe out doors at the back of the house, a place that was perfectly sheltered from even the nearest of neighbours, and certainly a good distance from them. Bruce had encountered her there as she bathed on numerous occasions, but when she was nine, or perhaps ten years old, he had encountered her yet again, and instructed her to bathe indoors in the bathroom. A girl that age should not be putting herself on display even to family members, especially him, being the opposite sex. That was about a year ago, and she had been doing as instructed ever since. Today, as he passed through her room to reach the corner room, he came upon her wearing only her panties, bra and a shocked look on her face. "Uncle Bruce!" she exclaimed as her hands went up to cover her breasts and bra. "Sorry, Susan," he said. "I didn't mean to barge in on you. Very pretty I must say. Excuse me, darling," he concluded as he completed his trip into the corner room. By the time he had finished, she was dressed as he passed through once again, pausing only long enough to place a kiss on her forehead. "When will Aunt Candice be back?" asked Susan. "Not until next week, darling," he answered. "Whatever you need, you'll have to get it from me." "Are you making supper too?" she asked. "Yes, but I plan on getting some help from a certain young lady that lives here with me," he told her. "Do I ever like that idea," she declared. "Tell me what to do, and I'll do it as best I can." "Can you burn water?" he asked. "You can't burn water, Uncle Bruce!" she exclaimed. "Oh, that's good to hear," he said. "I guess maybe I can't do that so wrong then, so I'll have to see if there's something else I can mess up." "Come on, Uncle Bruce," she responded. "I know that you might just be a better cook than Aunt Candice, so you can't fool me like that!" "But I can have a little fun with you by trying, can't I?" he said with a broad smile and sealed with a kiss to her forehead. "Since you are in a super good mood, could I take a chance to ask you something?" she questioned. "Sure, but if you spoil my super good mood, I might just have to tickle you to death!" he warned. "Or spank me if it makes you angry," she said quietly. "Now let me think," he said looking thoughtful. "When did I last spank Susan? I can't recall doing that ever! I might have given you a lecture to told you why something was wrong, but I can't recall a spanking anytime!" "You used to give me a little smack on my bottom when I was younger," she pointed out. Once it was on my bare butt when I was taking too long to bathe." "It seems I should have spanked you at least once so you would know the difference between a love tap and a spanking." "You never give me a love tap anymore, Uncle Bruce," she said. "How come?" "Because you are getting older, Susan," he explained, a little more seriously. "Well I miss you doing it," she stated. "I don't even get any hugs like I used to!" "Look at yourself, Susan," he said. "You are growing up, have developed breasts, and I don't want to embarrass you by hugging you now that you are becoming a woman." "Please believe me, Uncle Bruce," she said getting a little upset, "I miss your hugs so much, and it seems like you don't love me anymore." "Get over here and find out how much I love you, Susan," he said as he held his arms open to her. She ran into his arms, and was lifted up to his chest, wrapping both her arms and legs about him to support her there. "Do you still love me, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. "That you feel you need to ask tears my heart apart, Susan," he said as he hugged her close. "Of course I still love you, and will for as long as I live! I'm sorry I haven't told you enough." "Since I've made you feel guilty, I think I'm going to take a chance and ask, may I bathe out back, and get you to turn the hose on me like you used to when I was younger?" The cute look on her pouted face as she tried to get her way had to make him laugh. "Now you're laughing at me!" "It is not to become a standard practice, but if you aren't going to be embarrassed by me seeing you naked, then I suppose so," he agreed. "You're turning into a little con artist!" "Usually it doesn't work, but may I get down before you change your mind this time?" she asked. "Not until I put a kiss on one cheek, and get one back from you," he said. The kiss came, but not on his cheek, but on his lips before he had a chance to turn away. "I love you, Uncle Bruce," she said. "And I love you too, short stuff!" "You said you wouldn't call me that name," she reminded him. "Since you are acting like a little girl, it seemed to fit you today," he told her. "Down you go, and here's a love tap on your little butt!" he declared as it landed. "That's better!" she declared. "Now I know you still love me!" Susan stood where he had set her, took hold and lifted her top up and off, leaving her naked from the waist up. He had felt them against him a few moments earlier, and now they were there for him to see. They were about the size of a tennis ball, if you were to put them together. Her panties and shorts followed her top, and left her as naked as the day she was born. When she ran into the house, he wondered if she had changed her mind, but a few moments later returned with a cloth and a bar of soap. Bruce got the end of the hose, turned the water on at the other end at the tap on the wall, and turned the water on Susan. When she had finished rotating, and getting wet all over, he shut the water off from the nozzle end, and sat down to wait for her to be ready to rinse off. Watching her bathe was more pleasing to him than he could have imagined. He found he was for the first time really looking at her, her development and her features, especially those of her face. Beyond the fact she was female, there was pleasantness about her that he had to admire, and he knew she would be getting hugged up again, once she was dried and dressed. She had clung close to him from the very first, and he did enjoy her company, and now her nakedness once again. "This is a real privilege to watch you bathe, Susan," he told her. "It feels good to me too, Uncle Bruce," she said. "Somehow being outside makes it even better." "I do believe my little sweet innocent short stuff is not quite as innocent as I had thought. It seems you are deliberately showing off your body," he observed aloud. "I am, Uncle Bruce," she responded. "Mind you, if anyone came buy, I'd want to simply die, but it does feel nice that you are really watching me bathe...all of me!" "Are you nearly ready to rinse off that sweet naked body yet?" he asked. "If you want to rush me, go ahead and turn it on," she said. Then she was turning about to get the water to rinse her front, back and sides, until the water ran clear. "It seems you forgot to bring a towel, so wipe off the surplus water with this," he instructed her, tossing her the rung out washcloth she had used and then put down. "Would you be willing to do my back for me, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. "Such hard work for an old man," he said. "I guess I could still manage that if you loan me the cloth back." When he started drying off her back, he put an arm around her upper shoulders at the front to support her during the process. He did not notice at first that it put his arm across her breasts, and proceeded to dry her down to the upper part of her buttocks. It was not until he realized that she was clinging onto his arm and tears were flowing from her eyes. "What on earth are you crying about darling?" he asked as he turned her to face him. "You were holding me in the nicest way, and it made me feel so good, Uncle Bruce," she tried to explain. "I want to be your little girl again!" "But you still are my girl, Susan," he assured her. "How is it you could doubt that?" "Just because I've got titties now, you won't hold me like you used to," she said. "This was the first time you've held me like that since my breasts started growing." "Surely you don't want me to be touching your breasts, do you?" he questioned. "Yes, Uncle Bruce," she replied. "I want you to hold me without worrying if you do happen to touch them, just like you were a few moments ago." "Actually, I didn't realize I was touching them, sweetheart, but if it's that important, how about I dry off the rest of you, and then cuddle my little sweetheart to me for a couple of minutes?" he suggested. "Would you, please?" she begged. Taking the cloth again, he dried off from her shoulders, down over her two little breasts, and then on down, going right between her legs to get everywhere. Moving slowly, he allowed her to feel his touch through the cloth, got her almost dry, but still damp enough to need a towel. "If you want me to finish the job properly, go and get your towel, and let me dry you with that as well," he said as he finished her second foot. "Thank you, Uncle Bruce," she said excitedly. Taking off at a run, she entered the house, returning only moments later with her towel. He accepted it, and started drying her off properly, front first. Again taking his time, he did all of her body carefully and lovingly. Her little face made it clear how happy she was about it. "Before you go to get dressed, Susan, I think I'm going to give my naked little girl a hug like she has never had before," he told her. "Would you, Uncle Bruce?" she said as she hugged her own chest. "That would be so wonderful!" Her chest was replaced by him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Almost immediately she closed her eyes as he started caressing her naked bottom and the space in between. With him touching her clitoris, her mouth went open, held there a few seconds, and then she cried out from the climax she was having. "My little girl is not so little anymore, and had turned into a sensual woman, but still a small sized one," he observed. "I dreamed about you doing this, but never thought it could happen, Uncle Bruce," she told him. "This is the most wonderful thing that could have happened to me, and I will never forget the great man you are!" "That sounds like you are expecting it to end soon," he commented. "I don't ever want it to end, but I know you will stop soon. I'm going to wait until I get the last tiny touch before I leave." "You want to stay naked for the rest of today, and sleep that way tonight?" he asked. "May I?" she asked. "Oh, you are so wonderful, Uncle Bruce!" "I think I'm going to be playing with you most of that time, Susan," he warned her. "I find this is rather nice." "I'd do anything you want, Uncle Bruce," she said. "Want to make me a woman?" "That's what I've been thinking about since you seem to want that," he said. "Thank you, Uncle Bruce," she said as she leaned closer to kiss him. His finger was exploring the entrance to her vagina as they kissed. "You want to wait until after supper for me to rape you?" he asked. "No!" she responded. "Could we do it now? Please?" "Help me clean up out here, and we will lock up the house, and then I'll rape your sweet little girl's cunt for the first time, and then we will do it again after supper." "As many times as you want, Uncle Bruce," she declared as he set her down. The moment the last lock was in place on the last door to close, he turned to Susan and said, "I don't want you to hide yourself from me ever again." "Why did you stop me from bathing in front of you, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. "I've never understood that, and wanted you to watch me." "Aunt Candice was noticing how I could see you naked, so I had to say something, otherwise I'm sure she would have anyway," he told her. "I want to watch those little breasts get bigger, the hairs grown in down there, and see your hips get wider," he added. "I know it has to be a secret between us, but will you rape me again when we have a chance?" she asked. "Probably every chance I get, Susan," he replied. "I've wanted to rape you from the first time I saw you, even with your clothes on." "Then you are going to have to do it when I'm asleep, Uncle Bruce," she said. "Right now, you can't rape me, for I want it as much as you do. Rape is forced, and I'm too hot to be raped." "You're still a baby girl, and therefore it is rape for me to go inside of you, so let's do it for the first time now," he said as he took hold of her hand. He led her to his bedroom, put her up on the bed, and stripped off his clothes as he watched the naked youngster. This was what he wanted from the beginning, and he was about to realize his heart's desire. "Susan's virginity went down easily and with minimum pain, and once she recovered she was as active as any woman could be in getting her body penetrated by a man. That he discharged his seed inside her vagina was fine with her, for her dreams had also been realized. Twice more that day Susan was taken, each time in different positions, accepting it well. During the night beside him, she was awoken twice more as he was inside her as she slept, accepted her rape, and dropped back to sleep quickly after he was done. She was the one to climb onto his erection and do it to herself in the early morning. Bruce found that time especially satisfying, as he lay back, watched her impaling herself on his cock, and was able to see her entire naked front as his cock disappeared into her willing body over and over again. Susan's asshole was claimed later that morning, and by lunchtime, she had swallowed his seed. Every avenue of entry he had then claimed, and would be claiming each again. When Bruce's wife returned, it was more difficult to find the opportunity to have sex with Susan, but somehow they managed at least a couple of times each week. On days when she went into the city, he would claim his little sex companion several times before she reached back home. It was remarkable how well Susan could act so innocent before her Aunt Candice, but she certainly assisted in preventing discovery of their activities.