Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mg* ped 1st cons rom inc preg anal oral mc ScFi Author: YAWN - Yet Another Writing Newbie. Copyright 2010-2011 YAWN Electronic distribution permission granted to asstr.org. Permission for any other use must be obtained by contacting the author via asstr.org. If you can't tell this is fiction from the copyright date and the story dates, you're either not old enough or not smart enough to be reading it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday, 10 August 2015 "Good morning, sleepyhead." "Uncle George? You're up before me?" "Yes, Honey. Up and showered and shaved and dressed." "But it's only 8:00 - we're never up this early in the summer!" "This is Monday and we're meeting the real estate agent at your house at 11:00. You need to get dressed and we'll go the Pancake Palace up the street for breakfast." "Pancakes? Do they have strawberry? And chocolate chip? And pecan? And boysenberry syrup?" "Yes to strawberry and chocolate chip. I don't know about the others, but we can ask." "Let's go!" "First you need to get dressed - your gown isn't really outdoor clothing." "OK, but will you rub my butt and my nipples? And kiss me?" "Yes, Dyson, but this will be very short. Albert will pick us up at the restaurant in about an hour." "Oh, Uncle George. How can you squeeze my butt so hard and suck my nipples so gentle at the same time?" "Maybe because I know what you like?" "I love you, Uncle George!" "I love you too, Honey. One last tongue suck and we have to go." That was almost painful - I think she might be able to suck my tongue out by its roots... But I love it! Here she comes again. "Sorry, Honey, time to stop if you want breakfast." "Can we do more later?" "Yes, Molly. When we get back to the hotel." "But that's a LONG time!" +Candlestick! +OK. "Do you want the bow on your dress tied in front or in back?" "Mommy wanted it in the back, but that always comes loose when I sit down. In front, please." "OK, pretty girl." "I'm not pretty." "You may not look like a music video star, but you have a nice face, beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes, and a million dollar smile!" "You're silly!" "No, I just like what I see." And now she's standing two inches taller and looks like she could take on a charging elephant. She is beautiful - I should spend some camera time with her. Maybe in a park? Daniel had some good camera gear - probably video also. Something else to look for at the house today. "Daddy's cameras are hidden with his guns. Mr. Williams at the end of the street makes grandfather clocks and he made one for Daddy that has special hiding places. Mommy thought it was a really nice piece of furniture and we never told her about the guns being in there." "Do you know how to open the hiding places?" "Daddy made it easy. There's a set of hands on the back of the clock. If you set them to my birthday, it unlocks all the hiding places. " "Thank you, Honey. We'll look today." "I want to push the button!" "OK, we're going to the lobby." "So that's what the 'L' means!" "You got it, smart girl." "Which way to the pancakes?" "Out the revolving door, then turn right. You remember which way is right?" "Yes, silly. It's the hand you're holding." "Just checking." "How much farther?" "See the blue and white sign?" "Yes, just across the next street." "Good morning, sir. Table for two?" "Yes, thank you." "Uncle George, can we have a booth by the window?" "Would this booth be OK, sir?" "Thank you. Scoot in Molly. I'll be drinking coffee and she'll want apple juice. We'll look over the menu." "Molly, they don't list pecan pancakes, but they have a pecan waffle." "What about chocolate chip?" "They have that, with whipped cream on top." "Yummy!" +But not as yummy as your mouth, Uncle George! +Not as yummy as yours, either, but settle down or I'll call 'candlestick' for the rest of the day. +OK. "Sir, your coffee and the young lady's apple juice. Have you made selections?" "Yes,. Pecan waffle with boysenberry syrup for me; chocolate chip pancakes for her - and some extra napkins." "Yes sir. It will be about 10 minutes." +Molly? +Yes, Uncle George? +Can you look busy with the puzzle on the placemat and still talk to me? +Yes. +You said your Daddy had some guns. Do you know what they are? +Some are pistols and some are bigger. +Do you remember any names? +No, but I can try to send you a picture. +OK. Let's see if I can manage that. It's an outline drawing, sort of like a stick picture of a person - but to scale. I can even read the 'Glock 19' on the side of it. +Slow down, Honey. I can't yet receive a picture and think about the previous one at the same time. +You're just old! +Old enough to paddle your butt for being a smart mouth! +I'm just teasing Uncle George. I'll wait until you look at me again before I send another picture. +Very good, smart girl! And I do like looking at her! My precious, beautiful Molly. Here comes the next one - it's a long gun, a Remington pump shotgun. Look at her again - she's just glowing with the knowledge that we can do things that other people can't - the mind stuff as well as the kissy-face. This gun is long and mostly black - looks like an AR15 or clone. +Are there any boxes of bullets? +In the bottom of the clock. They look like this. Mostly S&W and Remington, but some that look like handloads. +Daddy has some stuff for making bullets in the garage. +Thank you, Honey. Looks like there's a lot more to be removed from the house before it goes on the market. Wonder what a furnished house that size goes for? "Uncle George, there's a fire truck outside and Mister Albert is driving it!!" "Well, he said we might be in a different car today." "Good morning, sir. Good morning, Molly." "Where did you get the fire truck?" "Molly, it's the first fire truck the city ever bought. When they wanted to scrap it a few years ago, I bought it for $1 and have restored it. There are some updates: seat belts, better brakes, etc, but otherwise it looks just as it did in 1928." "You have the best cars ever!" +Candlestick! Hug and cheek peck only! "Can we ride in it all day?" "No, Molly, there's rain in the forecast this afternoon, so a covered vehicle will be much nicer to ride in. We'll just ride to your house in the fire truck; I'll get another car to pick you up later. What time should that be, sir? "I don't know yet, Albert. The real estate agent didn't say how long the walkthrough or paperwork would take, plus we have some more things to gather. I think we may sell the house furnished, including dishes and linens, just to make things simpler." "I can come back with a small moving van and I also own a storage facility." "Is there anything you don't own, Albert?" "If your brother had lived longer, I might have been able to answer 'No'. He was a very good financial advisor." "That he was." "I MISS MY DADDY!" "I'm sorry, Molly, I didn't mean to make you sad." "That's OK, Mister Albert. I just need a hug. Can I sit in your lap, Uncle George?" "Yes, Honey. I'll hold you the rest of the block to your house. Looks like you have a lot of friends today - at least there are a lot of kids following the fire truck." "They're not friends Uncle George, they just want to get a ride. Sara, in the purple shirt, is my cousin, but she always says I don't have any fashion sense because I don't care about Coach or other labels - just the clothes and stuff that I like. James, on the green scooter, says I'm an alien robot and the gold flecks in my eyes are part of the wiring. Why is there a police car in front of the house?" "Albert thought there might be a problem with other kids wanting to ride the firetruck, so he asked our friend Officer Jackson to be here when we got here. We'll park on the other side of the police car and Albert can take the fire truck back." "How does Albert know Officer Jackson?" "She's my niece, like you're your Uncle George's niece." "Thank you again, Albert. How should I contact you when we're ready to leave?" "Call my cell phone. The number is 650AlbertJ." "I won't ask how you got that number." "PacTel offered 'vanity' numbers for an extra fee a few years ago, and Daniel said it would be a good number for my business. As usual, he was right." "Come on, Molly. The yellow car with the red sign is the real estate agent." "Mr. Wilson? "Yes." "Sir, I'm Alyssa Harris, with Redsign Realty." "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Harris. This is my niece Molly." "Hello, Molly. I'm pleased to meet you. +She really meant that - and she really wanted to shake hands with me. +Thank you, Honey. I need your evaluation of people, since I can't see their minds as you can. "Mr. Wilson, does the house have an alarm system?" "Yes, with control panels by the front door, the door to the garage and in the master bedroom." "Excuse me, Uncle George." "Yes, Molly?" "If you are going to talk about boring house stuff, is there something I can do?" "May I answer that, Mr. Wilson?" "Yes, Ms. Harris." "Actually, it's Mrs. Harris and I have a daughter about Molly's age Molly, do you have cable TV? "Yes." "Then Phineas and Ferb are on the Disney channel for the next hour." "Can I watch it, Uncle George?" "Yes, Honey. Do you know the channel?" "It's an easy one: 2-3-4." "OK, Molly. You go watch and I'll check on you when Mrs. Harris and I finish. You may have a snack, but only if you stay at the bar and only if you drink water or milk." "Thank you, Uncle George." "If you don't mind a personal question, do you have young children?" "No, my wife died young and I never found another woman like her. I have had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with my nieces and nephews." "I would never have known you weren't Molly's biological father if you hadn't told me." "Thank you. She's a precious and beautiful girl, whom I love very much." "I can tell and I can tell that she almost worships you. Do you look a lot like your late brother?" "Yes, even in lousy school pictures, people knew we were family." "Back to the house. Did you plan to clear it out or sell it furnished?" "I had thought about furnished, just to reduce the amount of cleaning out that I would have to do." "That's a good choice in the current market - a furnished house can easily bring 2 or more times the price of the same house empty." "That much?" "Sometimes more, but that's very dependent on the decor and its age. Will you walk through the house with me and tell me what you plan to take and leave?" "Certainly." What to take? What to leave? The grandfather clock to ease moving weapons out of California. Not to be illegal but to avoid the stupidity in the legislative branch. Daniel's computers - and I need to get Diane's family info for Mr. Chung. The paintings Diane and Daniel did? Need to ask Molly about all of them. +I know the ones I want. I can come show you. +Thanks, Honey, but we can make that list later. "Mr. Wilson? You seem lost in thought. I was asking about the paintings." "Sorry. I was thinking that Molly may want to choose some of the ones her parents painted." "Oh, of course. We can do that later. What about this incredible grandfather clock?" "That was custom built by a neighbor and I think Molly may want to keep it." "Do you have a place to put the items you want to keep? I would like to put the house on the market by the end of the week. $3 million dollar properties appeal to a select group and many of them will be in town for the art show this weekend." "Did you say $3 million?" "Yes, possibly more, depending on which paintings stay with the house." "Let me catch my breath - I thought the house might be worth $1 million, but $3 million is totally unexpected." "Can you remove and store the items you wish to keep in the next day or so? If so, I'll make a tentative listing of $3.5 million with an open house this weekend. I can adjust the price based on the paintings that remain." "I think we can do that. A friend has offered a moving van and storage space. I'm sure the clothing can be given to charity." "Thank you for your business, Mr. Wilson. You can reach me at 650RedSign or aharris@redsign.com. I'll call tomorrow to see what progress you're making on clearing out." +Is she gone? +Yes, Honey. +Then come upstairs to the guest bedroom. +OK. Loud music with a heavy beat. Flashing lights. Molly in a filmy princess outfit. "Sit down on the bed, Uncle George. I want to dance for you." "OK, Molly." She's trying so hard to be 'sexy', it's almost funny, but I think I'll enjoy this. Rubbing her nipples. Squeezing up her (non-existent) breasts. Swiveling her hips. Humping her hands. Rubbing that perfect butt. Removing her top one sleeve at a time. Showing and then hiding her nipples. I wonder where she learned this? There's a DVD case on the floor - 'Gypsy'. That's probably where she's getting the music, too. Top slowly off over her head. For a space with almost nothing on it, her chest is beautiful: the tiny nipples erect, the areolas are very slightly puffy (I hadn't noticed that before). Now to the gauzy pants - the picture of Ariel on her leg is incongruous with her performance, but I guess it fits the innocent love monster that she is. Now one side of the pants down, then back up, then repeat on the other side. Now turn away and bend over, pulling the pants tight over her pretty butt. Then back facing me, taking one side down a little, then the other side, then back and forth, a half inch at a time. Now the pants are below her nearly transparent panties. Those pretty lower lips are visible through the fabric - wonder if she would like to have them kissed? Then the pants are off her left leg, then her right leg. Then she pulls the panties tight, outlining those lips in detail. Now she's started on the panties, down a little on one side, then the other, then back and forth. Her lower lips are in full view as she pulls the panties down one leg, then back tight against the lips. Now she's pulling them down the other leg. They're off and she turns away, bending over to spread her cheeks and show me all her charms. How beautiful you are, Molly! "Then get your clothes off and kiss me and rub my butt and kiss my nipples and kiss my front and put your thing up my butt and put your tongue up my front!" "All at once, or just a little at a time?" "However an old man like you can do it! Why are you rolling me on my tummy? Are you going to kiss my bu.." SWAT! "OUCH! Why did you do that that?" "I warned you once about 'old man'. Now I'm doing something about it." SWAT! "OUCH! I'm sorry, Uncle George. I won't say it again!" "Just to be sure that you remember..." Swat! Swat! Swat! "Those didn't really hurt." "I know. They were to remind you, not to hurt. "Will you kiss me? And do all the other things?" "We have about an hour before Albert gets here with the truck and some people to help load it. When I call 'candlestick', we have to stop and get dressed. Then we can look through the house for things you want to keep. Today, we'll only take the computers and sort the toys and maybe your clothes. Tomorrow we'll come over early to let you pick the pictures and other things you want." "OK, but please kiss me!" "Yes, Dyson." "Dyson with a turbocharger. I looked it up in the dictionary while you were talking with the real estate lady. A turbocharger is a thing that's added to an engine to make it more powerful and make it go faster." "I love my smart girl." "I love you too, but stop wasting time and kiss me!!" Maybe she does have a turbocharger. They run on exhaust gas and I keep hearing little farts as she's sucking harder and faster. Wait, her abdomen is all tensed up - she needs to go poop. Typical six year old, putting off a necessity for the excitement of the moment. +Candlestick! +Why? "You need to go poop. The bathroom is right over there." "I can hold it!" "But if you can't, we'll both need showers and there won't be any more kissy-face time." "OK!!" "Thank you, Honey" "Why are you so nice to me when I'm being a brat?" "Because you're just acting like a six year old and I love my sweet year old." "I love you too. Uncle George, there's no paper in here!" "I'll look in the linen closet. Here it is. Before you ask, I'll put it in the holder." +Are you reading MY mind, Uncle George? +I don't know, Honey. I just didn't know whether you could get the roll on this holder. +I can't, so I was going to ask you to do it. "When you're done, we still have an hour or so before Albert gets here." "Lie down, Uncle George, I want to rub all of me on all of you." "OK, Molly." "Why is your thing so little? Why is it getting bigger when I rub on it? Can you put it up my butt again? Is there something that makes you feel good like you made me feel good and faint? Do you faint when you feel good like that?" "What did your Mommy tell you when she talked about where babies came from?" "She said something about a penny and sailors and a vagrant and a room and eggs and an organism - but it didn't make much sense." "Was your Mommy drinking when she told you?" "Yes - and a lot of her words were hard to understand." "That may be part of the problem with your understanding. Let's start with my parts. My 'thing' is called a penis, not a penny. Can you say 'penis'?" "Penis. That's a funny name." "Honey, a lot of body parts have funny-sounding names because they were named by doctors a long time ago, when the language used for much of medicine was Latin." "What's Latin?" "That's the language used by the Romans, hundreds of years ago." "Romans? Like Roman numerals?" "Yes, smart girl, the very same people." "If they used funny numbers, I guess they also had funny words." "Well, it sounds funny to us, but that's what they used. Years ago, Latin was taught in high school because some colleges required it for entrance." "Why would they want you to know a funny-sounding language that no one speaks?" "Because a lot of words in other languages come from Latin words. If you know Latin, you might guess the meaning of words in Italian, for example, and even some English words." "Like having a secret decoder? Where you can read hidden messages?" "Well, a secret decoder that you share with a few million other people..." "But what about the sailors? I thought they were only on boats?" "Did your Mommy say 'semen'?" "Yes, 'seamen' which means sailors - I looked it up because I didn't understand what it had to do with making babies. Does everyone have a sailor for a father?" "No, Honey. The word is pronounced just like the 'seamen' that means sailors, but it's spelled s-e-m-e-n." "Why are there so many words that sound alike but are spelled different? You go 'to' the store and get 'two' ice creams and I want 'to' go 'too'. That's just dumb!" "The words that sound alike do make it harder to understand the words you hear, but they're not a problem when you read. Do you want to talk about weird words or where babies come from?" "Tell me about making babies!" "OK. Semen - the s-e-m-e-n kind - is what comes out of my penis when I have that good feeling - the one that made you faint." "But where does it go?" "Up inside your front. That opening is your vagina. Can you say 'vagina'?" "Vagina. That's another funny-sounding name. But how does that make a baby?" "Now let's talk about your parts. Your baby-making parts are inside your body, so you can't see them. I'm pretty sure your Daddy had a medical encyclopedia somewhere..." "It's down in his office. I'll go get it!" "Candlestick!" "Why?" "Because you're naked and the curtains are open down there!" "OOPS! I keep forgetting when I'm with you. You're gentle and loving and you always answer my questions so I can understand - it's like being in the best school in the world, but I don't have to wear clothes!" "Let's slip my tee shirt over you. It's long enough and lots of little girls run around in an over-size tee shirt." "It smells like you, Uncle George! Your aftershave. Can I sleep in it tonight?" "If you want to, Honey. Go get the book so I can explain your parts." "OK." I'll have to have her in my V-neck shirts more often. An unintentional sexy pose with one pretty little nipple showing, then she straightens the shirt and it falls to the other side revealing the other nipple. So much beauty in such a small package! "Here it is. UMPH! It's heavier than I thought it was. Have you been crying, Uncle George? Why are you sad? Did I do something wrong?" "Yes, I've been crying. I was thinking about how beautiful you are and how much I love you and how hard it is to put that love into words." "I understand, Uncle George. I can feel the hug in your mind and I love that feeling!" "I'm glad you understand, Honey. Let's turn to the 'Anatomy' section of the book." "Is my poop tube really that long? Yuck!" "No, Molly, your food is digested in the tube - it's called the intestines - so it starts out with freshly swallowed food and only the last part has poop in it." "Where's the room and the egg and stuff?" "The 'room' is your 'womb' w-o-m-b. That's where a baby grows. Can you say 'womb'?" "Whoom." "No, Honey, try again. It's 'womb' with a 'b' sound at the end." "Whoomb." "Close, but no 'h'. It starts like Woot, where your Daddy bought gadgets online." "Womb." "Very good, Honey." "But how does the baby get in there to grow?" "See the two egg-shaped parts that connect to the womb? Each one is called an 'ovary' because that's where the eggs are produced. When you're older - maybe 11 or 12 - an ovary will release an egg each month to the womb. If the egg meets up with semen in the womb, then a baby is started." "How does the semen get to the womb?" "See the tube leading to the vagina?" "Can a penis squirt the semen that far?" "Not usually, Honey. The penis goes inside your vagina and gets as close to the womb as it can, so the semen can get to the egg." "So that's why you said it might be a long time before you could show me how to make babies - all my inside parts have to grow big enough for your penis to get in." "That's right, smart girl!" "I'm not smart; you're just a great teacher!" "No, Molly, you are very smart. You understand most things the first time they are explained to you and you make connections between the bits and pieces that have been explained." "Can we start stretching my vagina now?" "Can I have some kissy-face time first? Then we'll get in the big tub in the master bathroom and let the warm water soften things up and provide some lubrication." "Can you lubricate my butt and put your thing - I mean penis - in it so I can have that good feeling again?" "Can you remember not to use the words you learned with other people?" "Uncle George, I never told anyone about what Mommy told me. I know that some things are 'family private', like the code for the keypad on the garage door and things about sex!" "OK, Honey. Turn around and let me lube your butt. By the way, your butt hole is called your anus." "Anus. Another Latin word?" "Yes, Honey." "Oooh, I like having your finger in my anus!" "Do you want some kissy-face first?" "Always!" My tongue disappears down the throat of this little love monster! No gentle startup this time! Rub her butt cheeks, gently and she sucks harder; squeeze them together hard and she sucks harder and humps my stomach - this will really be nice when she's just a little taller. Maybe a couple of years? +Do my nipples! +Yes, master. Rub one; kiss, lick, and suck the other one - then swap sides. +Rub my front - I mean vagina! +Yes, Molly. Gentle strokes around the outside of those perfect lower lips. Much easier when she has no underwear. Squeeze those lips together with my fingers and she purrs - that's new. Maybe it's time to talk about her clitoris and some lower lip kissing and licking? +Hold me while I sit down on your penis. And let me decide how far this time. +Remember the toilet paper holder? I can probably feel if you hurt and I will stop you. +OK, I know it's because you love me. +I sure do, Molly. +Are you bigger today? +No, you just have more of me inside you. +All of it? +Only a little more than half, but I can feel that you're starting to hurt, so my hand is stopping you from going further. +Sometimes I'm not so sure about this mind stuff... +I'm just glad it helps me keep you safe. +I love you, Uncle George! +I love you too, Molly. Do want to go up and down? +Oooh yes. How many times did it take for me to get the good feeling last time? +About 25, I think. +But you didn't get the good feeling... +We'll work on both of us having the good feeling - and the good feeling is called an 'orgasm'. +That's cool - when you think a word to me, I can see the spelling and hear how it sounds! Orgasm is another 'family private' word, isn't it? +Yes, Honey. +Darn! I've had something really cool that all the other girls don't have. +You don't know for sure - and you can't ask. But as your mental powers grow, you might be able to 'suggest' that they tell you 'private' things. We'll be here at least 3 more weeks for the adoption hearings, so you'll start school next week. +School?? But I can't be with you all day. Will we have to live here? +Remember that we have to do things that look right to other people, so yes, school. Living here is the simplest way to have you in the same school as last year. Since I don't have a car yet and it's too far for you to walk, you'll be riding the school bus. +But some of the kids who'll be on the school bus are mean. +Think you can give them 'suggestions'? You said your power was stronger when there was something you really wanted. +You're so smart, Uncle George! +Are you counting? "Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Are you ready to orgasm, Uncle George?" "Orgasm is usually used for the girl. Ejaculate is usually used for the guy, because he squirts stuff out." "Twenty-three. Twenty-four. It's feeling good! Is 'ejaculate' another Latin word?" "Yes. Keep going, Honey!" "Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Are you there yet, Uncle George?" "Almost, Honey. You're doing a good job." "Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Is this more than last time? I'm trying to wait for you, but I don't think I can hold it!" "I'm close, Molly!" "Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Did you just squir..." Yes, Honey, I squirted in your butt and you've fainted again and collapsed on my chest. Never knew backdoor orgasms came this easily or this strong - especially to a six year old. That's one of the best cums I've ever had. The tight, hot canal and the willing - no, better than willing - EAGER partner doing all the work. As I deflate, her sphincter squeezes me out. I must rub those perfect globes and kiss the top of her head - it's all I can reach in this position. "Molly? Molly, Honey? Molly!" "What? Oh, why am I laying on you, Uncle George? Oh, I had that good feeling - an orgasm? - it was even better this time. Can you squirt in my butt next time, too? Can we do it again now?" "Yes, Honey, I squirted in your butt and you had another orgasm. I think this one was stronger than before. I can squirt in your butt next time, but not again today - I can feel that you are sore." "I hate this mind stuff!" "Really? I thought you loved it?" "Not when you know I hurt and you won't do more stuff with me!" "Would you like to get in the tub and start stretching your vagina?" "Does that mean that next time you can put your penis in it?" "No, Honey, but I might get a finger in and we can try kissing, licking, and maybe putting my tongue inside." "Does having your tongue in my vagina feel as good as having it in my mouth?" "I don't know Honey, but a lot of women like it." "Then let's go get in the tub!" Molly wants to stand on my feet as we go to the bathroom. I like having her nuzzle my manhood! We should do more of this. "That's too hot, Uncle George!" "I know, Honey. It's easier to cool off hot water than to warm up cold water. Is this better?" "Yes, just right." "OK, I'll sit down first, then you sit in my lap and put your feet on the outside of my legs." "How do I find the right place to stretch?" "You haven't ever seen how you're made?" "No." "Here's a mirror. You hold it so you can see your lower lips and I'll help you examine your body." It's a terrible job, but someone has to do it. "But isn't that where I pee?" "Honey, there are several things together here. I'll open the lips a little and you can see what looks like a little tube sticking out. That's your urethra, where you pee." "More Latin words?" "Yes, smart girl!" "Down lower is the opening to your vagina. See the round hole when I spread your lips some more?" "Is that where Jack made me bleed?" "No, Honey, the blood came from inside your vagina. There's a little piece of tissue called the hymen that blocks entry to your vagina just a little way in. In some girls it's very thin and might be broken playing sports. In other girls, it's thicker and takes more effort to break. Those hymens are more likely to hurt and bleed when broken." "Can I see it?" "Scoot down more and push your middle up so it's in the light. Can you see inside now?" "There's something with a jaggedy tear in it. Is that my hymen?" "That's what's left of it. Get your pointer finger wet and see if you can get it inside and through your hymen." "Won't it hurt?" "Not now. The tear is healed and you should be able to get your finger in with no problems. Remember that I'll know if it hurts." "OK. How do I find the hole?" "This first time, you can use the mirror, but next time I think you'll be able to hold your lips open with one hand and find the hole with your other hand." "Maybe - and besides, I like doing it this way, in your lap." "I like this too, Molly." "Oooh, that feels weird. I've never had one of my fingers inside me - except my thumb in my mouth." "Be gentle and see how far you can go." "Pointer is all the way in!" "Try your middle finger. Put your hand between your legs and bend the middle finger like this so it can go in." "It's a little bigger and it's longer. Will it go?" "That's what we're trying to find out." "Oooh! It's all the way in. What do I do now?" "Try moving it out and back in. Slowly, like the up and down when you sit on my penis." "This feels good!" "I thought it would. Will you let me try one of my fingers?" "OK, but they are a lot bigger and longer!" "You have 'candlestick', don't you?" "Oh yes, Uncle George. You make even the scary parts better!" "Honey, you're tensing up because you're afraid I'll hurt you like Jack did. Take a big deep breath and let it out slowly." Aaah. Whoosh. "Hey, it went in and it doesn't hurt - but I sure do feel full!" "I know, Honey. This is a big finger for such a small vagina. I'll try to work it a little deeper - remember that I'll know if it hurts. Another deep breath." Aaah. Whoosh. "Did you get all of it in me? I'm really full. It feels odd, but it also feels good. Are you going to move it out and back in? Can you kiss me if I turn my head?" "It's almost all in. I'll move it out and back in a few times and we'll see if it can go any deeper. Scoot back and turn your head and I'll try to kiss you. It's hard when you're turned away from me." "Oooh, I like this. Can this give me the good feeling that makes me faint? Can you do it faster? Pull me back a little more so I can kiss you!" Finally get her back far enough to make lip contact. Move my other hand up to her chest to hold her in position and fondle one nipple. Not much tongue depth, but she's trying hard! She's jerking and making noises in my mouth. "What did you say, Honey?" "OOOH! WOW!! OO..." She faints again! What an impressive collection of erogenous zones - just a minute or so of stimulation and she has these incredible orgasms! "Molly? Molly, Honey? Molly!" Didn't I say that just a little while ago? I think she may crash early tonight. "What? Why did you take your finger out? Why did you stop kissing me? Why am I laying on you? Oh, did I faint again?" "Yes, Honey, you did." "The water's getting cold!" "You were unconscious a long time, Molly. That orgasm must have been better than the ones from having my penis in your butt." "Oh, Uncle George, it was ten times better! Can we do it again?" "As much as I would like to, we have things to gather before we go back to the hotel." "I forgot about that." "Get out and I'll dry you off." "Anything special in your drying? "Maybe a nipple kiss and a butt rub?" "Yes!" "Now some clothes. You can put my tee shirt back on to go to your room for clothes - the curtains are still open. Albert will be here in about 5 minutes. After the things are loaded on the truck, Albert will drop us off at the hotel and he and his helpers will put the things in storage for us. Tomorrow we must come here early to pick the other things you want to keep." "Can we eat at the hotel?" "OK, unless you want to try the pancake place again?" "Pancakes! Yes, yes, yes!" "Tomorrow I'll rent a car so we'll have transportation whenever we need it." "With dark windows in the back so we can do kissy-face in the back seat?" "If that's what you want to do." "Mommy said she and Daddy made out in the back seat of his car when they were at Duke. Is 'making out' like doing kissy-face?" "More like what we did in bed and in the bathtub today, maybe with some baby-making added." "Can we do that too?" "Not until your body is ready. You said my finger was big, but it's much smaller than my penis." "Oh. Yeah. But can we do other stuff?" "As much as your body can handle." "You're so much fun, Uncle George. I love being with you!" "I love being with you, Honey." Ding! Ding! +That's the doorbell. Scoot to your room and get dressed, Molly. I'll slip on some jeans and go open the door for Albert. +OK. "Hi, Albert. You're right on time. Charles Sloan? I didn't expect to see Diane's uncle here." "I need to talk to you, George. Diane's parents discovered that the estate is worth over $3 million and they plan to contest the adoption." "That was fast. The adoption hearing notices went out this morning and the property was just listed." "Uncle George, what about the adoption hearing?" "Your Mommy's parents plan to ask for custody." "They don't want me, they just want the house. I heard Grandma Sloan say it was a shame that Daddy didn't appreciate the finer things, like inviting all the family over for a weekend. He did that one time and all they did was drink his beer and wine and talk about how ugly his paintings were. They were so awful that even Mommy wouldn't invite them back." "Molly, do they send you birthday cards or presents?" "No, they don't even know when my birthday is. The last time Mommy took me there, Grandma Sloan said something about me turning 5 in October. I was 6 in April!" "I know, Honey. Your birthday is April 11." "George, I think you may have found the key to keeping Molly." "What's that, Charles?" "Grandma Sloan has the birthdays of her other grandchildren on the calendar in her kitchen. If she left a child off entirely, she doesn't care about that child." "Thanks, Charles. I'll pass that along to the lawyers." "I may have some other things you can use, George. Let me think about it overnight." "Thanks again, Charles." "Sir, we need to get things loaded before it rains." "You're right, Albert. Molly, have you picked what you want to keep from your room?" "Yes, Uncle George. I can show you when we get upstairs." "Sir, have you picked out anything?" "For now Albert, just the grandfather clock in the hall. I understand that it was custom made for Daniel and is quite heavy." "Bobby! Sam! Need you inside - and bring the big dolly!" "Yes, Uncle Albert." "Your nephews, Albert?" "Yes sir, my sister's kids. They need some extra money for school and I pay them for odd jobs." At least the furnishings in Molly's room aren't as massive as the master bedroom - but the grandfather clock and it's invisible contents probably make up for that! These pieces can wait until we've sorted the clothes and gone through the closet. +Honey, do you want the princess bed? +No! That's where Jack did stuff to me! "Sir? Should we take Molly's bed and the other pieces?" "No, Albert. She has some bad memories associated with the bed - she was in it when she learned of her mother's death. And we need to sort the clothing in the other pieces and the closet. Looks like we'll be back tomorrow." "I understand, sir. Where will she sleep when you have custody of her?" "That depends on whether I get custody." "Sir, I had the dispatcher ask my cabbies if any of them knew Grandma Sloan and several do. They frequently take her home drunk from some very bad places in town. Would their testimony help?" "I'm sure it would." "I'll give you a list of names and numbers." "Thank you, Albert." "Uncle George, could they really get custody of me? Even when I know you'll take better care of me than they will?" "It's possible, Honey. Our lawyers will try to convince the judge that I'm the best person for the job and their lawyers will try to convince the judge that they are the best choice." "Won't I have a chance to say anything about it?" "That depends on the judge. Most ask a child who he or she would prefer to live with. But I can't guarantee what the judge we get will do." +Could I make a 'suggestion' to the judge? +You can certainly try. "Sir, we're loaded. The boys and I will take the truck to the storage facility and unload it. Charles said he would take you and Molly back to the hotel." "Thank you again, Albert. And thank you Bobby and Sam." "Uncle George, will you ride in back with me and rub my back to help me go to sleep?" "Yes, Molly." "George, Molly is an incredible little girl. Instead of fighting sleep, she wants you to help her get there so she can handle tomorrow." "Yes, Charles, I'm continually surprised by her intelligence and maturity. She's a real joy to be around." "You said something about 3 weeks until the custody hearing. I own a little place just a couple of blocks from Molly's house - she'd still be in the same school district and you wouldn't be paying for a hotel. If you're anything like Daniel, you're an excellent cook, so you won't be paying for restaurants. And there's a car - a restored 1968 Beetle - but I'm sure that an old motorcycle guy like you can handle a 4 speed manual transmission." "Thanks, Charles. I want to get Molly out of the hotel so she'll have some yard to play in. Having a car means that I won't have to impose on Albert any more. But surely you're losing rent or something on that house?" "No, George. The house is a piece of property that Daniel suggested I buy for its historical significance. Even though the big builders really wanted the long, narrow 50 acres it sits on, being on the NRHP means they can't touch it. It's just two bedrooms and one bath, and zoned agricultural so the taxes are low." "We're here, George. Looks like you get to carry Molly up to the room tonight. Here are the keys to the house and car. You'll need to buy food, but all the dishes and linens are there. There's also a washer and dryer - I'm sure Molly will go through clothes much faster when she can be outside. Albert knows about the house and car and will be here tomorrow around 10 to pick you up." "Thanks for everything, Charles." "No, thank you for the care you're giving Molly. Melissa Jackson told me how you handled the night of Diane's death. No biological parent ever did it better." "Melissa Jackson? Oh, Officer Jackson - and you're the night duty sergeant?" "Right on both counts." "Good night, Charles." "Good night, George. And tell Molly that I said good night, even if she wasn't awake to hear it." One last night in the hotel - hooray - another couple of weeks would have maxed out my credit cards! A place for Molly to play. A place of our own for a little while. A car to get us to and from wherever. I need to get Daniel's computer and see if there is other financial data there. Wonder if it's passworded - maybe with some variation of Molly's birthday as a password? I'll ask Molly in the morning. Better get her undressed - the shirt is OK, but the boots and jeans aren't great sleepwear. Done. And she's in the other bed - too tired to ask to sleep with me. Or does she have some premonition about tomorrow? I've never known her to want to go to sleep early...