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 Pedo.  Incest.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Do not think reality could ever feel like this.  In
prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.



   Little Goddess I

   by Pedro Feelya



   My niece is a goddess.  My sister named her Diana, but probably not
after Diana the Greek goddess of the hunt.  I always tease Diana about it.
I am always looking for stories about the Greek goddess.  I read them to my
niece.  I know it sounds corny, but its just one of the games we play.  My
niece pretends to hate it when I call her a goddess, but she obviously
loves the attention.

   Diana is eight years old and absolutely perfect.  Like most active
children she has the body of an athlete.  All muscle, wiggly and squirmy,
and with endless energy.  She has long straight dark hair, and piercing
dark brown eyes.  I guess she is somewhat of a tomboy.  She doesn't like
dolls and wants to be a cowgirl.

   I may be just her uncle, but I love her more than anything on earth. 
Her innocence, sincerity, and kindness are refreshing, like a cool breeze
on a hot day.  All her emotional problems can be fixed with a quick game of
tag.  Whenever I am stressed or depressed, I can always count on her to
cheer me up.  We play together every chance we get.

   Diana's father was a scumbag rockstar wannabe, who could not hold a job,
and he thought he was way too cool to have any family responsibilities. 
Diana never really knew him.  He disappeared shortly after she was born.

   My sister is twenty five now.  She works for very little money, for a
workaholic veterinarian in our small town.  This means she is often called
in at all hours of day or night.  When she is not working, she is busy
dating an endless string of losers in search of a decent husband.  She
lives with our parents in their very large house.  Actually, it's a small
ranch.

   I am twenty three and still take a few classes at the local community
college, trying to finish up my degree.  When I was sixteen, I sort of
staked claim to one half acre on the farthest side of the fifteen acre
ranch.  There I built a small, but fully finished, apartment type house for
myself.  My father is an electrician, and I work with him for ten to twenty
hours a week when he needs me, and that gives me enough cash for food, gas,
and whatever I want.  Mostly I am expected to care for the ranch in
exchange for rent.

   I should be dating more, but I got caught up in a bad relationship with
a druggie that took everything out of me.  I am still of the opinion that
most available women are drug using, whopper eating, welfare recipients,
who are too fat, and watch too much Oprah Winfrey and are obsessed with all
their internal emotional problems.  That's why they are available.  Maybe,
I am a little bit bitter.

   Diana and I spend most of my free time together.  One day we were
playing a card game called Uno.  We lay on the carpet in my house.  Diana
is really good, having played since she could hold the cards.  When she won
she would make me do something like jumping jacks.  When I would win I
would do something really cruel like make her draw a quick picture of
herself.  It was tough coming up with new things to make the loser do.

   One time she won and she giggled and said, "Kiss my butt".  I love her
deeply and would do anything just to make her giggle.  I immediately said,
"Eww', but before she could change her mind I said okay.

   She was wearing tight sweatpants.  She stood in front of me and turned
around and bent over slightly.  Sitting on the floor, my face was level
with her cute, plump, and perfectly shaped butt.  I grabbed those muscular
bulges with both hands and growled, nipped, and smacked my lips loudly. 
All the while, I squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands.  She squealed
and then almost choked from laughing so hard.

   We wrestled almost everyday, and I had often placed my hands where they
shouldn't go, but she had never noticed.  We wrestled too vigorously for
things like this not to happen.  It had never been more than incidental
contact, so I had never had time to get turned on.  I would be lying if I
said I hadn't noticed.

   This time, though, I became conscious of how sexy her butt felt in my
hands.  I felt a small flame light in the bottom of my stomach.  I knew
that I shouldn't have felt that way.  I figured it was just an accident.  I
did like the feeling.

   Several games later she wanted it again.  That warm feeling ran through
me again.  This was my niece and my best friend.  I shouldn't be feeling
the wonderfully naughty heat.  But at the same time, I wanted more.

   I also wanted to challenge her a little.  This time I said, "OK, but you
have to show me your butt."

   I am an average super horny twenty three year old.  I treasured the
sight of any naked female body.  Besides, I had changed her diaper until
she was three, how naughty could that be.

   Diana said that wasn't fair.

   I had won my little challenge so I smiled smugly.  Diana put her hands
on her hips and chewed on her lip.  She should have backed down.  Instead,
she stood up, turned around, and hooked her fingers into her sweat bottoms
and underwear and pulled both down to reveal about three quarters of her
butt.  Then she bent over and stuck out her wonderful white butt into my
face.

   I grabbed both bare cheeks and my thumbs slid deep into the crack below,
and I was in heaven.  I roared and snarled, nipped and sucked, and massaged
and licked for a good two minutes while she almost couldn't breathe from
squealing and laughing so hard.

   It had been a long time since I had sex and even masturbating three
times a day was little relief.  Feeling her bare butt would fuel my
imagination for weeks.  My dick hardened in my jeans.

   I thought I had gone too far.  Now I felt the guilt wash over me.  I had
broken some sacred trust between us.

   Diana stood and pulled her pants back up.  Tears had formed in her eyes
and she was still panting hard from laughing so hard.  When she turned and
saw the serious look on my face she quieted and gave me a funny concerned
look.

   Soon we were playing again and it was forgotten.  Diana won a few more
games then again said, "Kiss my butt."

   She stood and turned and dropped her pants all the way to her knees,
then bent over so deeply that I could plainly see her cute pink little
butthole.

   It was unusual to have the same task repeated so often.  I didn't know
how to refuse to do it without alerting Diana to how bad I had been.  Her
tiny pink butthole stared at me and fascinated me as she shivered in eager
anticipation.

   I swear to God that I couldn't help myself.  I grabbed both butt cheeks
as I had before and began to nibble and snap at them, with lots of noise.
But, now I also kissed and sucked them more.  I even ran my tongue down
into the crack a little bit.

   I also found that my thumbs had slipped down and between her legs.  They
could feel the pillow softness of her pussy at their tips.  I didn't know
if she noticed or could feel pleasure down there.  I didn't dare push
further.

   I am not sure how long I did this, but I became aware that my hands were
supporting more of her weight than her legs were.  I stopped and lowered
her onto her side on the floor.

   Diana laid there, tears streaming from her face as she hiccupped for
air. Her pants were down around her knees and she rolled onto her stomach
to hide her pussy from me.  She had never asked me to stop, but I was sure
that being tickled so intensely had taught her a lesson.  I didn't think
she would ask for it again.

   I was wrong.

   For several days after that, it became her favorite thing to win in our
games.  She would demand it, turn around and drop her pants all the way to
the floor, and assume the bent over position.  Each time my tongue would
travel deeper into the crack of her ass, my thumbs would travel further up
her puffy pussy lips, and she would bend over more.  Pretty soon she
stopped laughing so much and I stopped making so much noise and biting. 
This was a better kind of fun.

   Then, I won a game and I said that I got to spank her now.  I had done
this lots of times.  The slaps were always soft and ceremonial.  The real
punishment was me telling her what a bad girl she had been.  It was
wonderful fun with her denying and protesting everything, and pretending to
be in pain.

   But this time, I said she had to have a bare bottom.  I thought she
would argue.  Instead, she quickly dropped her pants to the floor and
almost dove across my lap.  With her warm bare body pressed to me, my cock
quickly hardened between us.

   The slaps were even more ceremonial now, and every slap came with a
brief squeeze.  I was concentrating so hard on touching her cute and pert
little butt that I forgot to tell her what a bad girl she was.  She didn't
bother protesting or faking pain.

   She probably could feel my hardon pushing up into her tummy.  She didn't
laugh, and I could tell she didn't want me to stop.  I knew I shouldn't be
doing this, but it was just a little bit of naughty fun.  I could always
stop at any time.  I wondered how far she would let me go.  My squeezes on
her butt cheeks were becoming more like massages.  I then ran one finger
down between her legs, gently brushing her pussy lips.

   After a couple minutes I let her up and neither of us was laughing.  I
couldn't look into her face and she didn't look into mine.  But, we played
a couple more games, and then she quietly asked me to spank her again. 
That afternoon we did it several more times with at least one or two of my
fingers slipping down to rub her pussy.  I was sure now that she was
enjoying this.



   The next day, Diana was helping me feed the horses.  Taking care of the
horses was her favorite chore.  She was wearing her cowgirl outfit of a
jeans skirt and red flannel shirt.  When I threw the last sheaf over I
turned and Diana was looking at me while chewing her lip.  She looked at me
shyly and quietly asked if I would kiss her butt.

   We hadn't played a game.  She hadn't won anything.  This was kinda
serious.

   I smiled and said that I would love to.  Diana climbed up on two bales
of hay, dropped her pants, and bent over till her hands touched the hay. 
Her bare naked butt stood up high in the air and her butt cheeks spread
just enough to show her tiny circular butthole and her hairless pussy slit
below.  I noticed she hadn't worn any underwear.  She had planned this.

   As I looked at her butt, I didn't see my niece.  I didn't see a cute
little girl.  I could only see the object of all my desires eagerly and
expectantly waiting for me.  I lightly and slowly started the massage while
gently kissing and licking each butt cheek.  There was no laughter and she
pushed back against my hands.  I then spread her cheeks and circled my
tongue around her butt hole.  She flinched a tiny bit then exhaled a long
sigh.

   This had become terribly serious, and neither one of us could stop.  I
licked that ever so sensitive spot between her butthole and her pussy and
stuck my tongue into the bottom of her pussy just a tiny bit.  I then
planted a gentle kiss directly on her butthole.  She didn't even flinch.  I
didn't taste anything bad, nor would I have cared.  I sucked on it for a
while, feeling it contract and pulse.  I then slowly, with lots of saliva,
started to push my tongue against her most secret of forbidden places.

   Diana started to say, "ooh, ooh, ooh" in a quiet voice and that was the
sexiest thing I will ever hear.

   My wriggling tongue did not get very deep and two minutes later I slowly
stopped and backed away.  Her hands must have been killing her, being bent
over for that long.  My dick was killing me, trapped at an awkward angle in
my jeans.  I also didn't want to scare her with any more.

   I should say that I felt guilty and ashamed, but I had enjoyed myself
too much and I know she did too.  To reassure her, I told her that we
better get our work done and we could play later.

   For the next hour her hand kept wandering to her butt and crotch.  She
had an itch that she could not scratch.  I had made her horny and felt a
little guilty and sympathetic for her.  I knew real well what it was like
to be horny.  I kept trying to sneak peeks under her skirt, even though I
knew she would now show me anything I wanted.

   After an hour she got real quiet then asked, "Can we do it again?"

   I loved her so much I could not even consider not making her happy.  I
also knew that ass play would only make the horniness worse.  I suggested
that I could kiss her pee pee.  Her eyes got wide and her mouth opened.  I
am sure she was considering how good that would feel.  She just nodded.  We
went to my place and into my bedroom.

   I told her to get on the bed and without being told, she took her
bottoms off.  With a slight motion I indicated her top too.  Without
hesitation she pulled her shirt off.

   My niece lay there; her featureless body was a study in absolute
perfection.  Not a blemish or a scar.  No baby fat and no body hair.  Her
proportions were perfect, a miniature model of adult perfection.  Except
for the absence of breasts, you could not tell that she wasn't a movie
star. I know that it was my imagination that her body seemed to radiate and
shimmer with desire.  I know I desired and loved her with every fiber of my
being.  I also knew that it was not my imagination that she wanted this
almost as much as I did.  She would probably be learning to masturbate
soon, and what I was about to do wasn't really all that different.

   I purposely kept my clothes on.  I wasn't sure I could control myself.
This was her time, only for her.

   I leaned all the way over the bed and gently touched her nose with mine.
My body mostly covered hers.  I couldn't resist pleasuring her body with
all the skills I had ever learned.  I began to gently kiss her lips,
dragging my lips away so that she would chase them, trying to prolong the
kiss.

   When we kissed, it was as lovers, not a student and teacher.  Gone where
all the memories of Diana as a baby.  She was no longer a blood relative,
and I was no longer her guardian.  What lay before me was a tiny female
body that burned with desire and love.  God help me, I wanted to rape her
little body and take from it all of the pleasure my body could handle. 
But, I couldn't violate such a perfect soul.

   When I began to kiss, suck gently, and breathe hot air on her neck,
Diana started to make this whine that I cannot describe.  I glanced up to
see her head tilted back, her eyes were closed, and she had a look of
intense concentration.  I think she was trying to absorb every bit of the
feelings coursing through her.  I moved my head downward.

   Now, for the most teasing part, I quickly licked her hard little nipples
and then gently blew on them to cool them.  Her arms flew around my neck
and dragged my head down so my mouth covered her right nipple.  It was
heaven to rub my tongue in random intricate patterns over her nipples and
the skin around them.  Her whining now was broken by her difficulty with
breathing.  As always, her strength was surprising as she pulled my face
tightly to her chest.  I forced her arms away so I could continue my
journey.

   Diana had unconsciously spread her legs wide.  The feeling burned into
my brain that this was absolute proof of her unconditional desire for more.

   I repositioned my body so that I kneeled between her spread legs and
reached under her shoulders to massage her back.  I began to move my head
across, then down her chest and across her tummy using gentle love bites
and dry kisses.  As my hands moved down to massage her lower back and hold
her just above the hips, I became keenly aware of her puffy mound of Venus
below my chin.  The thick hairless lips hid a pussy that had no idea what
was coming.

   I lifted my head and moved downward.  The valley of the inside of the
thigh, beside the pussy, is full of pleasurable nerves.  Just kissing the
inside of her pelvis caused her back to arch like only a ballerina can do.
When I began tonguing it hard, she made a sound like a soft quiet scream.

   For the part that would make me a bastard and condemn me to hell, I
began to lick heaven on earth, between her legs.  My tongue traveled the
length of her sacred valley from the bottom to the top.  It forced it's was
way slightly into the crack between.  My saliva gushed and my tongue
tingled from a taste too sweet to have been real.

   Diana's hands started pulling her hair and clawing the covers.  The soft
hairlessness of her skin between her legs caused indescribable feelings in
me.  There is no other sensation like it.  And that was just the outside of
her pussy lips.

   Her legs had spread impossibly wide, but when my tongue first parted
those lips, her legs slammed together, trapping my head, and the first
words she spoke were, "Oh my God".  Her voice was husky, sexy and mature.

   Sliding between her clenched legs, I ran my tongue the whole length down
the valley again.  I then flicked my tongue over her perineum and pushed it
hard against her butthole briefly.  My tongue then wiggled gently all the
way up again, parting her pussy lips even more.

   Diana kept repeating over and over again, "Oh my God.  Oh my God.  Oh my
God." Before I could even find her clitoris, her every muscle spasmed and
she froze stiff.

   I was shocked and surprised; I thought she was too young to orgasm.  She
even stopped breathing.  I knew enough to stop direct stimulation, but I
kept kneading and massaging her back.  This had become much more serious
than I had intended.

   I have always felt that I am not really a man unless I can make a woman
orgasm at least three times, and this should be no exception.  Besides, I
didn't want her to have time to think about what happened or question her
body.  Besides that, I didn't really plan this and I always made love like
I might never get the chance again.

   As soon as she started breathing again I started lightly kissing the top
of her Venus mound.  She was still able to relax a little bit.

   Diana mumbled a little bit, but nothing coherent, so I figured she was
ready for round two.  It was time to play with the little boy in the boat.
I wished I had a tiny tongue so I could find her clitoris better, but I
knew where it should be and I am sure by her reaction that I hit it time
after time.  My saliva still gushed and I had no idea if the any of the
sloppy wetness was hers.  My tongue wiggled, circled, and licked at the top
of her sacred valley.

   It was like she was being hit by lightening.  She would spasm her whole
body for an instant, then collapse and spasm again.  The, "Oh my God," had
now been shortened to, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." and she was getting
louder. She was wriggling and bucking, forcing my tongue hard against her
clitoris.  She came almost too quickly and I hadn't forced it.  Her body
froze up and again and she stopped breathing.  Far more quickly she relaxed
and began gasping again.

   Now I wanted to put the icing on the cake.  I can't play music, but a
woman's body can be an instrument, and I can make it sing.  I began playing
with my tongue in her pussy hole.  My intent was not to penetrate, I wanted
to never hurt her, but I wanted to explore everything.  This built her
orgasm up slowly.  When I penetrated and licked her butthole, it was a
different kind of pleasure and her orgasm would subside.  I would tongue
her clitoris and it would rush her to the top, and I would have to kiss her
inner thighs until she came back down.  At some point her "Oh God" had
turned into, "Oh Guh, Ho, Ohoh, ungh, God God, Oh Woah Oh".  I kept her
like that for over ten minutes before I threw her over the edge into
oblivion.  Her body didn't hardly spasm.  It was probably too tired.  When
she started to come around she started flopping her arms and mumbling
softly.  I curled her up on the bed and lay behind her, wrapping myself
over her naked body.  Within a minute she was sound asleep.

   Too soon I had to get up and get back to work.  I looked down at her
glowing body.  I was so proud of my little goddess.  I had been so
privileged to share the most wonderful thing that she would always
remember. If the police came now and arrested me, then I would be the
happiest man in prison.

   A couple hours later I woke her up to take her up to the main house. 
She was too groggy to speak and I got her dressed and carried her up to the
main house.  I took her in and sent her upstairs.  I lied and told my
parents that I had fed her and that she wasn't feeling well and had fallen
asleep at my place.

   The next morning I woke up terrified.  I didn't care what happened to me
but I was terrified that I had scared her and she would be afraid of me.

   All that day she didn't come to see me and I wouldn't disturb her.  It
was the worst day of my life.  I was afraid that she wouldn't be my little
goddess anymore.  I worked hard that day and toward evening I tried to lose
myself in a computer game.  I missed my little Goddess.

   It was almost dark when there was a knock on my bedroom door.  I opened
the door and my heart stopped beating.  She was standing there with a look
I couldn't read on her face.

   She looked into my eyes and very, very quietly pleaded, "Please, can we
do it again?"