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!