Author: UnclePete
Title: Babysitting
Part: Chapter 2
Summary: When my 7-year-old niece catches me in the act, I wind up introducing her to sex.
Keywords: Mg, pedo, inc

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DISCLAIMER: The following story contains copious amounts of
pedophilia. If that disturbs, disgusts, horrifies, mortifies,
shocks, sickens, or otherwise rubs you the wrong way, guess what
- you don't have to read it! This story is a work of FICTION -
these events never took place except inside my head, which means
no children were harmed in its making, so keep the hate mail to
yourself. Thank you.

Note: It would be worthwhile to read Part One first, if you
couldn't figure that out for yourself.

PART TWO: SATURDAY MORNING

I woke with a start as something landed hard on my knee. I rubbed
the sleep out of my eyes and the world slowly came into focus.
Kayla was sitting on my leg, bouncing up and down. I glanced at
the clock and groaned: 6:56 AM.

"Unca Pete, Unca Pete!" Kayla cried, continuing her incessant
bouncing. "Wake up, Unca Pete!" She was straddling my leg in
such a manner that she gave me a lovely view of her goods up her
nightshirt, which was the only thing she was wearing.

"I'm up, I'm up," I reassured her as I leaned forward and grabbed
the three-year-old under her shoulders. With little effort, I
tossed her a few inches into the air and caught her, eliciting a
fit of giggles. It was then that I got my first good look at my
niece's face, and the events of the previous night came back to
me. Kayla's face was still caked with dry cum from my late-night
adventure in the girls' room. She either hadn't noticed or didn't
care. Either way, it was hot.

I rolled the cum-stained toddler over onto her back and proceeded
to besiege her with tickles. Her shrieks of laughter filled the
air as my fingers sought out every nook and cranny they could
find on her tiny body, including the little slit between her
legs. Under the guise of tickling her, I was able to cop quite a
few feels of her smooth, hairless pussy.

I got bolder with every touch, sometimes leaving my hand between
Kayla's legs for an extended period of time. Soon, I was blowing
raspberries on her neck, then her chest, then her stomach.
Finally, I took a deep breath and planted one right on the
three-year-old's pussy. This served only to bring her giggling to
a new level, so I repeated the action, this time flicking my
tongue across her mound as I did so. Between Kayla's infantile
naiveté and the fit of laughter she was in, the extra motion went
unnoticed.

I probably could have taken the situation a whole lot farther,
but it was early, I was hungry, and I figured I should wash the
cum off of Kayla's face before her sister Jessie woke up. I led
the three-year-old into the bathroom, where I wet a facecloth and
proceeded to liberate Kayla's face from the crusty mess I had
left on it the night before. I marveled at her innocence, as she
just stood there and unquestioningly accepted the fact that I was
washing her face.

"Come on, downstairs," I said once I finished, giving her a
playful swat on the bottom.

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The morning passed without incident; Jessie woke up around eight
and I made the girls pancakes for breakfast. I helped Kayla get
dressed, relishing every chance I got to see her naked, and gave
her no panties as usual. The girls played by themselves until
lunchtime, after which it was time for Kayla's nap. I tucked her
into her cot, then headed back downstairs, where Jessie had
already picked out a movie. It was one of those kids' flicks
about princesses and fairies, and I soon found myself
ridiculously bored with the whole thing.

"I'm just going to check on Kayla and go to the bathroom," I
said, and Jessie nodded absentmindedly, engrossed in her movie. I
indeed headed upstairs to where Kayla was sleeping, but I had no
intentions of going to the bathroom after. Emboldened by my
actions both in the morning and the night before, I had decided I
just had to have a taste of Kayla's pussy.

I stole into the room, leaving the door open behind me for
illumination, and crept over to the cot. Kayla was angelic in her
sleep as usual, but was wrapped up tight in her blanket. I
silently cursed myself for tucking her in so snugly as I came to
the realization that there was no way to uncover and undress her
without waking her up. I frowned, but I wasn't going to waste an
opportunity. I'd have to settle for jacking off over her again.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out, gazing at the
sleeping beauty before me. It wasn't the same, though, without
being able to see - and feel - her perfect little pussy. I
squatted down awkwardly and rubbed the tip of my cock across
Kayla's lips, but that was so uncomfortable that I had to stand
back up. Really, the only thing that was keeping me going at this
point was the thought of blowing another load on the little
angel's face.

Suddenly, a noise behind me made me jump, and I hurriedly stuffed
my dick back into my pants.

"Um... Uncle Pete?" I felt a weight drop in the pit of my
stomach. Slowly, I turned my head to the left to see Jessie
standing in the doorway, holding the television remote, her
silhouette framed by the light from the hallway. From the angle
she was at, I knew she had had a perfect view of what I had been
doing. "I, uh... I accidentally hit a button, and I... I dunno
how to make it go back to the movie." She was obviously trying to
act normal, but I saw her eyes flicker down towards my crotch
multiple times. There was an uncomfortable silence before I found
my voice.

"...Right. Right, Jess, I'll be... right down." Jessie turned and
scampered down the stairs without another word, and I sighed.
This was NOT how I'd intended to introduce her to sex. But,
what's done is done, I told myself, and the only thing I could do
was try to turn the situation to my advantage.

I hurried downstairs and found Jessie sitting on the couch,
clutching her knees to her chest. I took a deep breath.

"Hey, Jess," I said timidly, sitting down across from her on the
couch. She didn't respond; she merely glanced in my direction.
"Look..." I continued, though I had no idea what to say, "I was,
erm..."

"I know what you were doing," Jessie said in a small voice,
cutting me off. "I know about... you know... the birds and the
bees."

"Jess, I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to see that."

"Well obviously," she retorted, "But... I don't understand..."

"Understand what?" I was trying to sound soothing, though I don't
think I did a very good job of it.

"You... you aren't supposed to... to like us. Like... girls our
age. ...That's what Mommy said, anyway." I sensed my opportunity,
so I slid closer to her on the couch and touched her shoulder.

"And that's what a lot of people will tell you," I said. "But
there are also a lot who think the opposite, who think that age
doesn't matter."

"Okay... okay, I guess that makes sense." She was chewing it all
over in her head, I could tell. "But, that would mean... that
would mean you... like Kayla?"

"I think she's a beautiful girl, that's all."

"Oh... okay..."

"And I think you're a beautiful girl, too." Jessie blushed at
this. My heart was pounding; I was so close.

"So... um..." Jessie was clever, and I was sure she'd put two and
two together and deciphered what I'd meant by my last statement,
so I decided to push it and moved even closer to her, putting my
arm around her shoulders.

"It's okay," I said as I felt her tense, "Jess, it's still me.
I'm still your Uncle Pete." She looked at me, eyes wide, and
nodded. "So relax," I said softly, and I ran my hand under her
shirt and across her stomach in an effort to calm her down. I
stayed there for a moment, relishing the feel of the
seven-year-old's skin under my hand.

Jessie gave a small sigh, and I took that as an indication that
she was at least slightly at ease. Slowly, I slid my hand
downwards until I was running my fingers across the front of her
sweatpants. At the touch, her head snapped to the right to look
at me.

"Uncle Pete..."

"Doesn't it feel nice, Jess?" I didn't stop rubbing her mound
through her pants.

"Yeah... yeah, it kinda tingles... in a nice way... but... but
Mommy said..."

"Don't worry about what Mommy said," I reassured her. "If it
feels nice, that's what matters. But if you truly feel
uncomfortable at any time, you can stop me. Alright?" Jessie
stared at me a moment before eventually nodding and looking a
little more comfortable. I smiled.

I moved my hand back onto her stomach for a moment, then with
only a moment's hesitation, I slipped my fingers under the
waistband of her underwear and down across the smooth, hairless
skin of her undeveloped girlhood. Jessie inhaled sharply at my
touch as I ran my middle finger up and down her tiny slit, and
subconsciously spread her legs slightly. I continued to rub my
niece's pussy for a few minutes, moving as slow and as gently as
I could. To the immense relief of my nerves, she appeared to be
enjoying it: her eyes were closed and her head was tilted
backwards.

"You like that?" I asked.

"It... it feels nice," she replied.

"Good," I said, and kissed her on the forehead. "It's supposed
to." She looked up at me and smiled, and as I gazed deep into her
innocent blue eyes, I knew this was going places. I cautiously
slipped my pinky into her tight hole, wary of hurting her or
otherwise making her want to stop. She let out a tiny gasp and
tensed, but a quick glance at her face assured me that it was
more from pleasure than from pain.

As she had the night before, Jess surprised me by starting to get
noticeably wet. Even so, I still couldn't push my finger in past
the second knuckle. It didn't seem to matter to Jess, though, as
she was clearly loving every second of it. I stroked the soft skin
of her juvenile pussy with my thumb, while my pinky continued to
work inside her. I unconsciously flicked my thumb across her
clit, and Jessie stiffened. I froze, terrified that I'd hurt her,
but she turned to look at me, and said through heavy breaths,
"Uncle... Uncle Pete... that feels good..."

I smiled and slipped my finger out from inside her. She looked at
me quizzically, wondering why I had stopped, but grinned upon
realizing I was pulling her pants down. She helped me slip her
sweatpants and underwear off, and I tossed them aside.

"If you liked that," I said, "You'll love this." She raised an
eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Instead, she just leaned back
on the couch and spread her legs (consciously or unconsciously, I
had no idea). I slid off of the couch and positioned myself
between her legs, right in front of her gorgeous 7-year-old
pussy. She smelled so good, almost like strawberries; it must
have been the soap she used that morning.

I glanced back up into my niece's eyes, and she stared back at me
in childish wonder. I could tell that she had no idea what I was
about to do. I leaned forward and kissed Jessie's stomach, right
beneath her belly button. She giggled a little as the stubble on
my chin tickled her. I was so close to the prize; it was
literally right below my nose, but I was determined to take my
time and savor the moment. I moved my head lower and planted a
long kiss on the inside of her right thigh, then slid my tongue
up and over her pubic area and did the same on her left thigh.

I looked up at the seven-year-old redhead again, and her eyes
seemed to be reprimanding me: I had promised her that this would
be better, yet I could tell that she was longing to feel my
finger in her pussy again. I kissed up and down her smooth little
leg, then, unable to contain myself any longer, I went for it.

Jessie let out an involuntary gasp the first time my tongue
flicked across her girlhood. I could see a look of confusion
creep across her face, replaced quickly by one of slight
apprehension.

"Uncle Pete...?" She sat up slightly, her brow furrowed and her
eyes asking the question for her.

"Relax," I said, putting my hand on her chest and pushing her
back down onto the couch, "And trust me." She did as she was
told, settling back into her seat on the couch, her legs spread
wide in front of me. I lowered my head and went back to work on
the seven-year-old's pussy.

I was in heaven. Jessie's juvenile cunt tasted so good, so pure
and clean compared to a woman's. She was leaking juices that were
either tasteless or sweeter than honey, I couldn't decide which.
I honestly hadn't expected Jessie to enjoy what I was doing so
much - with kids, it's pretty much hit or miss when it comes to
sexuality. But my niece was really getting into it, grinding her
crotch into my face and moaning loud enough that I thought she
might wake Kayla upstairs. In the back of my mind, I hoped she
would, as the thought of Kayla walking in on me going down on her
sister really turned me on.

After a good ten minutes with my face buried in Jessie's hairless
pussy, my jaw was aching and I called it quits, even though I
didn't think that I'd given my niece her first orgasm yet. Jessie
was breathing heavily, and pulled her legs up into her heaving
chest as I climbed back onto the couch beside her.

"You like that?" I asked, though I clearly already knew the
answer.

"Uh-huh," Jessie managed, nodding, and I pulled her towards me in
a big hug.

"There was nothing wrong with what we just did," I said softly,
"No matter what your mom or anyone else might tell you." She
looked up at me questioningly. "Most people just don't like the
idea of an adult and a child doing this kind of stuff," I
explained.

"Why?" The innocence behind the question was adorable.

"Well, sex - and that's what that was, a form of sex - is seen as
dirty by a lot of people, something that shouldn't be done a lot.
And kids can be easy to take advantage of... er, no offense." She
chuckled a little. "But I didn't take advantage of you, did I,
Jess?"

"No, Uncle Pete, of course not. Besides, that felt SO good!" I
squeezed her a little tighter, and my raging erection instructed
me on what to say next.

"Would you want to make me feel that good, too?" She looked up at
me again, and brushed her beautiful red bangs out of her eyes.
She was hesitant. "It's okay," I said sweetly, "We don't have to
do anything you don't want to do. You call the shots."

"No," she replied, "I want to, I just..."

"You're nervous?" The seven-year-old nodded.

"And... I really don't know what to do... exactly," she said.

"Well, that's what I'm here for," I boasted, pulling Jessie onto
my lap. "I'll show you." She smiled, and I leaned back to unhook
my belt, but a small voice from the doorway startled me.

"Hi Jessie, hi Unca Pete."

It was little Kayla, awake from her nap, rubbing the sleep out of
her eyes. I looked at Jessie and she looked back at me. I nodded
my head towards Kayla, and her eyebrows rose.

I smiled; this was about to get interesting.

TO BE CONTINUED