A Series of Coincidences - Mg, pedo, inc, cons
Chapter 1-3
By UncaBa

	I have a sister who is married to a physician and they called me
to see if I'd stay with their daughter for a month while they
vacationed at Tahiti. Going to some place so distant and exotic
was not all that unusual for the couple. Being reasonably
well-off, they had taken vacations to the Orient, all over
Europe, Hawaii, and recently, Australia. On their way, the plane
had stopped in Guam to refuel and they had gotten a taste of the
western Pacific island life. They immediately set to finding a
place in Fiji or nearby.

Being gone for a month and leaving an 11 year old daughter at
home required a relative, if possible, in case something bad
happened and to take care of the place in general. Their huge
one-level ranch home in the pine trees of Mississippi was a
showplace but extremely understated. No fancy columns or showy
gardens and looping drives, their home was as soft on the eyes as
their hospitality was comfortable with both professors and
farmers.

When they called me and asked, I had just finished my
dissertation and was relaxing for the summer before starting a
teaching position at a small college nearby. Being a history
teacher in high school had whetted my appetite to reach for
higher ed so, little by little, I finally finished a long
research paper on industry in the south. As research papers go,
it was dry, didn't "discover" very much, and was exactly what my
committee wanted - so they rewarded me with a doctorate one
afternoon in May. I was mentally exhausted and looking for
something different to do. The call from my sister was just the
thing.

"Bobby, please... please come and stay here with Kay. She has
been pestering me to call you since we confirmed the trip," my
sister whined over the phone. I knew that it would be a fun
summer at their place, and with the possibility of using their
"playhouse" at a nearby lake. The so-called playhouse was a
three-bedroom cabin in the piney woods near a postcard-pretty
lake. Complete with gourmet kitchen, screened sleeping porch and
a ski boat plus two Skidoos in a deluxe boathouse, it was a young
person's vacation paradise. The kink, of course, was Kay, their
"oops" daughter of 11 years, going on 25. What a coincidence!

Kay - ah, sweet Kay - Her older sister and brother were grown and
married and Kay came along as an "Oops, we're not still fertile,
are we?" child. She was the sweetest, cutest, bubbliest,
spoiled-est kid I knew and I loved her. As my niece, we had
developed a great relationship despite the nearly 20-year age
difference. She was so bright and sharp that I didn't have to
throw games to get beaten; she'd beat me on her own abilities at
Scrabble and Concentration, and clap her hands with glee as she
checkmated me on a sunny pool deck behind their home. I'd pout
and she'd push me into the pool and fall in behind me.

She was nearly 12 and had started to develop breasts, but only
slightly. At this age, she was one moment a child, the next a
bright young woman - only we never knew which she was being at
the time. We had taken long walks through the woods and had
conversations about boys and sex; she confided in me things that
she wouldn't be caught dead telling her Mom or Dad. I enjoyed a
kind of easy privacy with Kay and loved the status she had
awarded me.

On a warm day last Christmas we were on one of our excursions to
the lake house. Kay had started growing boobs - well, they were
swellings on her chest and she asked me if she thought they were
the right size for a pre-teen. Just like that. She asked me about
her most private, prized possessions: her new tits. For some
reason, it didn't seem as unusual as it sounds.

"Hmm...," I said, looking carefully at her chest. "I dunno. Let's
see `em."

Her shocked look held only a microsecond when she realized I was
just kidding. I couldn't hold a straight face very long with her
and dissolved into a fit of laughing. I had bent over, catching
my breath only to look up and see her grim face scowling at me.

"Hmph! You are just teasing me, UncaBa, because they aren't very
big. Someday I'll have nice big boobs and you'll just die to
see'em... and I won't even show you `cause you're mean to me."
She swirled her back to me, crossing her arms to hide her prizes.

UncaBa is her pet name for me that she's had since she was tiny.
She couldn't say "Uncle Bob," so it came out "UncaBa." The rest
of the family thought it was hilarious and adopted it, one and
all. After that, and forever, I was "UncaBa," even to neighbors
and elders.

"Now... Kay-Kay (my pet name for her)... I'm just teasing a bit
because it's a little... er... embarrassing for a man to look at
a young girl's boobs... even my niece... or ESPECIALLY my niece."

"So? Can you tell me?" she whirled back in defiance, thrusting
her chest at me. She reached down and took my hand and placed it
on her chest. "Feel `em...only don't squeeze hard because they
hurt sometimes if you do it too hard."

I was stunned. I couldn't pull my hand back for fear of hurting
her feelings and perhaps damaging our wonderful friendship. But,
it was wrong for me to "feel up" a young girl, too. I was in a
Catch-22 and knew instantly what to do. The power was in my hands
to actually look at a new set of tits as they grew and I took
that chance.

"Hmm...," I said as I moved my hands easily over her swellings,
feeling the firm, fatty flesh but detecting no nipple. I could
feel the softness of her breast change as I passed over her
areola, but no bump... yet. I added my other hand to her other
breast, which seemed slightly plumper. I remembered that girls
grow unevenly at that age and was careful not to make anything of
it. "I can't really decide unless I actually look at them,
without the shirt" I added quietly. "But... it's wrong to do
that. You shouldn't show your private areas to a guy until you
are nearly married or something, you know? Grown men who look at
little girls' boobies get put in jail forever," I reminded her.

"Yeah, Mom told me all about that," she griped. "But you're my
UncaBa and my best-est friend. I know you will tell me the
absolute truth and will keep a secret if I tell you, so you have
to tell me... AM I GETTING BOOBS OR NOT?" She leaned into my
hands, pressing her warm, soft, boobs into my kneading hands. I
could tell - she DID have `em.

We froze for a moment, me, a nearly-thirty-something new
professor, and a sweet, puppy-love-struck preteen on the verge of
blossoming into womanhood. Kay's eyes drifted closed as I
massaged her tiny breasts, tweaking where I thought her nipples
might be, since they were not showing up. After a moment, I felt
a nub, a bump. They were getting hard. She had crossed a
threshold into desire.

"Mmm... UncaBa, that feels good," she moaned, her eyes still
closed.

I chose the moment to break the spell.

"I-I-I-i.. dunno...Mebbe you do... and mebbe you don't have
little titties under thar', " I said in a rusty old-man voice,
mimicking an old gold miner character we had watched in a recent
video together.

"OK.. that's it!" she barked. Suddenly, she backed away a step
and in an instant, whipped her T-shirt over her head to stand
there naked from the waist up, looking at me defiantly. "There!
Now tell me... do I look like a girl up here or not," she spoke
in a measured voice, her hand wandering over her chest,
discovering her hard, BB-sized nipples and rubbing them with the
center of her palms.

There they were, pale-white, crossed in tiny blue veins, showing
a clear tanline from her tank suit. The color change from breast
to nipple was subtle, going from incredibly pale to shiny pink
nips. Her areoles were larger than a nickel and both nipples were
no longer inverted as so many young breasts tend to be. She did
indeed have tits. Small, firm, enticing, delicious, barely
AA-cup-sized tits. I yearned immediately to kiss and fondle them.

I had to be honest and told her so. "KK, those are the sweetest
young boobs I have ever seen. As you grow, they'll grow and
someday will be as pretty as your mom's. (I had seen my sister's
tits as she had grown and they were still firm and
fabulous-looking, even on a woman nearly 40. Her silver dollar
areoles gave way to pencil-eraser nipples that stood nearly an
inch when she became aroused ... but that's another story.)

Kay grinned at me and put her shirt back on just as casually as
she had taken it off.

"I knew it," she confirmed. "I just wanted to see if you would
admit it, too, `cause Sheila has `em and hers are smaller than
mine but she's 3 months older."

So, now, 6 months later, I was going to spend the summer with
those new little titties and a precocious niece. Who knows how
all these coincidences were going to fit together.


CHAPTER 2

When I arrived at their mansion ( I say `mansion' because it WAS
- 11,000 square feet, 5 bedrooms, 5 baths including a huge double
master bath/Jacuzzi with separate dressing areas, a 15 seat movie
theater, library, pool, all the security amenities that go with
such a place, all set on 20 acres of wooded land next to other
such estates and well-kept farms),  my sister and `the Doc' were
loading several large suitcases into their Land Rover and running
late to catch their plane. I parked my aging Audi next to their
new Jag and re-built classic BMW convertible. KK came running to
hug me. I had not seen her in 6 months and the time had done an
amazing transformation in her looks: first of all, she had real
boobs, albeit still small, and a narrower waist, she was taller,
her blonde hair longer, her facial features had taken on the look
of a teenager, and she had slim but rounded hips. I was stunned
and she nearly knocked me over.

Their housekeeper helped bring my luggage inside and took it to
my room for me while I bade the parents goodbye. The housekeeper
was getting the month off with pay and she was just as excited to
leave after making sure we had supper. Her only other deed was to
come on Saturdays and do laundry and bring groceries to keep us
stocked, but with only two in the house and a lot of pizza in our
future, she wouldn't need to get much.

The parents were Pacific-bound, staying the first week in a
deluxe vacation home on stilts offshore of an idyllic island.
This was my sister's version of `roughing it.' Afterward, they
were moving to a rented house on top of another island with
nightlife, casinos and an airport. "Ah, the life," I thought.
They roared off in a hurry, waving and shouting goodbyes. KK
turned to me, beaming, and hugged my arm to her burgeoning
bosoms-to-be. "Now I have my UncaBa all to myself all summer -
wow! What fun! We are going to have fun, aren't we?" Her blues
eyes held mine and I shivered with the stirrings of uncomfortable
desire. This was a woman I was holding tightly to my side, not a
little kid. Her taller physique brought her head even with my
chest. She giggled and poked my stiff tiny nipple. I started at
the invasion and gave her a questioning look. She grinned and
said, "Your nips are standing up now. That means you're excited,
too, aren't you?"

"Hey, kiddo, don't do that unless you expect to get it back," I
warned and went to poke her obviously stiff nipple that bounced
bra-less under her shirt. She shied away and I grabbed her arm
and gently pressed her boob with my hand. She didn't flinch, but
her eyes looked into my soul - the eyes of a woman. "Sa-aay,
these ARE getting bigger. If you don't watch out, they'll be
hanging to the ground."

She pressed her chest into my hand, her eyes suddenly drooping in
desire, and laughed. "They are getting bigger, but I don't think
they're going to get THAT big." She waggled her shoulders so that
her breast moved against my palm. "You like?" she purred as her
arm snaked around my waist and we turned to go inside.

"Yes, I like, KK, but I shouldn't be doing that. It's against the
law to touch a... a... child under 16 like that, especially a
relative. I could get in a lot of trouble."

"I'm almost 13, you know," she said, trying to act grown up as I
opened the door for her. She curtsied and passed by me. I noticed
her soft cologne as she passed. It was entrancing. I followed a
firm ass that wiggled more like a 20 year old tart than an
innocent 12 year old. She turned and caught me ogling her
high-and-round butt and grinned. "You like butts, too, I think,"
she teased as she wiggled it at me again. My dick lurched in my
pants.

She took me on a tour of the house, showing me what her mom had
recently remodeled or refurnished (a hobby of her mom's was
shopping. The woman had a black belt in high-end bargain
hunting). As we approached my room, she pushed open the door and
stepped back.

"This is your room. It's next to mine. There's even a door
between the rooms, see?" she pointed toward a small door on the
opposite side from the bath. "That way, if we have a storm and I
get scared, I can just run in here and jump in bed with you!" My
mind showed a quick enactment of that scenario, me in bed naked
(as I normally sleep) and her lifting the covers. Hmmm... (is
this foreshadowing?).


Chapter 3

That night, after a long evening of tales from school, boyfriend
talk, a lot of pizza (eaten over the objections of the
housekeeper as she packed and left out the door), we settled in
to watch a movie on the television. It was a European romance on
late-night cable and we talked about the subtitles and the
obvious sex scenes inserted just for the sex. Finally, she yawned
and said she was headed for a bath and bed.

I watched the news and checked my email on their wireless home
system, a nice touch and easy for me on my laptop. I closed it up
and headed for my room. Through our connecting bath, I heard her
humming as she bathed and visions of that sweet flesh roamed in
my mind. I had just put on my T-shirt and short pj pants (bought
solely for this trip) when I heard her rising in the bath, the
water splashing and dripping. Suddenly there was a squeaky rub
and a wet crash. She shrieked "ow!" then called out "Uncaba,
please come help!"

I rushed into the bath, forgetting about the nudity of the moment
to find her sprawled half-in and half-out of the tub, her leg
awkwardly caught beneath her. For a split second, I took in the
loveliness of her body, smooth, tight, muscular, lean, and
flawless from toe to head. Then I tenderly grabbed a towel off
the rack, covered her and asked what happened.

"I was getting out and slipped, I think I hurt my leg and scraped
my arm."

Indeed, she had a nasty scrape on her thigh which had scraped
along the glass door rail, and her arm had hit on the tub edge,
already turning dark red. It would be an awful looking bruise
long after it had healed. I gently helped her up, holding the
towel over her private areas as best I could, although she didn't
seem very concerned. In fact, whenever she could, she let the
towel slip off her boobs and occasionally gave me a glimpse of
her crotch. Perhaps ten or fifteen small, straight hairs guarded
the entrance to her precious depths. Her boobs were bigger than
when I last saw them, but still small. They stood proudly
pointed, jiggling only a tiny bit as she shifted around to get
out. My dick was responding to the sights and I had to shift it
to avoid the tent pole effect. I got her seated on a chair in the
large bathroom and she asked me to look at her leg, which was
scraped behind her upper thigh.

"Um... you'll have to stand and turn around. I can't see it from
here." I leaned way over, trying to see the offending spot. Her
response was to raise her leg higher than her head (ah, the
flexibility of youth) and try to look behind her thigh herself. I
was still leaned over, looking, when I came face to face with her
precious pussy, still damp from her bath. I noted some tiny, dark
hairs lining the edge of her slit. I tried not to look but the
scrape was dangerously near the crease of her ass, giving me
every opportunity to do so.

I touched her gently, feeling the scrape and hearing her hiss and
flinch. Then I raised up and checked her arm.

"I think if we put some ointment on it, it will heal OK. The
bruise on your arm doesn't need anything but time and maybe a
warm heating pad. I don't think you broke it."

"Would you put the ointment on me, UncaBa?" she whined, looking
up at me with a fake pout and a small smile.

"OK, ok.. just... go into your room and put your gown on, lie
down on the bed and I'll see what I can find to put on it."

As she walked out of the bath, the towel loosely draped around
her, she called out over her shoulder, knowing I was watching her
catlike gait. "I think there's something in my top drawer, next
to the sink." I watched as she moved into her bedroom, noting it
was decorated in "early teen," full of posters and small piles of
discarded clothes and shoes, a dressing table already crowded
with potions and lipsticks. She sat down, her back to me and let
the towel drape off her shoulders, revealing once again her small
pointed breasts. I noted the small nipples were crinkled and
pointed, visible even from my distance. My mouth watered at the
sight. I watched as she slowly combed out her wet hair and
wrapped the towel around it, then sauntered over to her dresser
to put out a nightgown that could be called transparent at best.
I busied myself in the bath drawer until I found a suitable tube
of stuff, then called out "ready?" as if I hadn't been watching
every breath she took. From the sound of the muffled "um-hmm" I
guessed she was lying facedown on her bed, waiting... waiting...
"Oh Lord, what am I getting into" I intoned to myself.
	I grabbed the ointment and went into her bedroom. As I sat on
her bed next to her, she spread her legs shamelessly, allowing me
access to the scraped area. In the process, she gave me a
tantalizing view of her slit, the hood of her clit clearly poking
out. I could see that the scrape actually went up near her pussy
lip.
	"Sweetie, can you sit up on your knees so I can get to it
easier?" I asked. I gently pulled her up to a kneeling position
and tugged one of her large pillows under her. She got comfy and
I moved around to look directly up her cunt area. I could see the
gown dangling down, revealing her small breasts, the nipples
pointed pinkly. I put a small line of goo on my finger and
started rubbing it along the scrape, moving very close to her
pussy. She hissed, then gave an "mmm" as the ointment did its
work. Her ass swayed a little as I rubbed closer and closer to
her slit.
	"Umm... do you think it got in here some?" she mumbled, moving
her hand to indicate the slit of her pussy. I knew this was the
green light to rub it and agreed. Slowly, gently, I began rubbing
the goo along her slit from perineum to the hood of her clit. As
the ointment spread, her lips parted and I moved a finger slowly
deeper, finding the tiny lump of her clit. She spread her legs a
bit more and moaned softly. "Oh, UncaBa, that feels so good...
don't... don't stop.. OK?"
	I got some more ointment on my finger and pressed it gently into
her slit, finding the hole to her vagina. I spread her lips a bit
with two fingers to look. The hole was there, and I could not
find any sign of a hymen. "Hmm" I thought to myself. "Someone has
been working on this hole." My finger sank deeply into her vagina
as her moan increased. The thumb of my other hand began to work
on her clit as I moved my middle finger deeply in and out of her
cunt, fucking her all the way until I felt the bump of her womb.
	Her panting increased as I worked, feeling her lubrication pick
up. Soon she was sloshing in cunt juice combined with the
ointment. Her pussy was as froth of white foam and I pressed a
second finger deep in her and detected the rough area of her G
spot. I pressed it against her pubic bone and felt her cunt
muscles contract. This was all it took. She moaned aloud, raising
her head from the pillow and her hips started humping my hand. I
saw her other hand come under and start rubbing her clit as I
pumped her pussy. She moaned and cried and hissed and humped for
nearly a minute as her orgasm moved through her. My fingers felt
the familiar pulsing of her vaginal tunnel. I watched as her anus
crinkled and spasmed with the waves of her orgasm. My dick was
rock hard and drooling in my pants. Finally, she pulled her legs
together and I moved my fingers out and away, leaving her to fall
aside and pant, recovering. My hands gently rubbed her thighs and
down her wonderful legs. Her eyes were closed as her breathing
returned to normal. She turned her head into the bedspread,
afraid to look at me. I pulled the thick duvet over her and moved
out of the room, turning out the light as I left.
	As I straightened up the bath, I pondered what had just
happened. I had just molested my sweet cousin! Here was a young,
horny teen, eager to learn about sex and I just stuck my finger
in her twat and brought her off with no preliminaries, no
warning, no - tact or thought or sense. I was an idiot. I would
spend the rest of the summer making this up to her and hoping she
would not turn me in to her parents and the cops. What an idiot I
was!
	Quietly I went into my bedroom next door, unpacked and climbed
into bed. I didn't bother to put on PJ's as was my usual custom
when I visited. Instead, I just did my normal routine and
stripped, showered, then crashed. All the while, I pondered what
to do in the morning to apologize. I drifted off to sleep, the
soft music of her iPod player drifting through the bathroom into
my room, reminding me of that sweet body next door - ready, able,
and... worst of all -- willing.

	I dreamt of her - her soft lips, those sweet blue eyes, the
growing breasts with the tiny nipples, those long tanned legs
that went up to that tempting pussy decorated with only a
smattering of soft black hairs. She looked deeply into my eyes.
Her hand drifted to my dick, pumping slowly up and down. I
watched as she leaned down and as expertly as a ten-dollar whore,
took my dick into her mouth, working her tongue around it with
amazing agility. My orgasm rose quickly in my dream, the tingling
moving up my spine, making my ears tingle, my hair stand on end.
It was going to be a huge orgasm. She sucked deeply as I grunted
and came, the intensity making me grit my teeth and hold my
breath. I came and came and came - never had I emptied as much
out of my balls. The emotion of it brought me awake. I could feel
that I was still coming and knew I would have a mess in the
bed... only... something wasn't right. I could feel my hand
pumping and a mouth sucking... wait! WHAT???
	I sat up suddenly to see KK rising, the back of her hand wiping
cum off her full lips. It was early dawn, the light just rising
behind the gauzy curtains. She was grinning at me, her eyes a
look of insecurity, of hoping what she did was right. One hand
still held my wilting penis. She swallowed the remainder of my
jizz and gave me a lopsided, cummy grin.
	"I - I had to return the favor, UncaBa. You were so nice to me,
so I just came in here and you were lying there naked, so I
just... did what I thought you'd like... you... you DID like it,
right?"

	I flopped back on the bed and closed my eyes, breathing deeply
as I recovered from my orgasm. Now I was REALLY in deep shit!