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   "Seeing Rikki Again"

   by Pedro Vila







   I hadn't seen much of my sister the last few years.  My job had moved me
to another town and this Christmas was my first chance to visit her.

   I was a little nervous about it.  Many years ago I had fooled around
with her very young daughter, Rikki.  It wasn't even my idea!  It was
actually Rikki's.  We were playing, her, me, and her cousin, Petra.  They
tied me up and then Petra got the idea to remove her panties and sit on my
face.  They had no idea that I was the type who would like that from them.
They left the room, not thinking another thought about it.  It was just
child's play.

   But then, Rikki came back alone, and pretty much wanted to continue the
game.  We played many oral games.  It was the only time I had ever acted
out a fantasy.  It was my fondest memory.

   I was a fool!

   These last few years, I kept expecting a knock on my door, or a summons,
or maybe an angry phone call.  But I guess Rikki never said anything to
anyone.

   She would be there today.

   Rikki was nine now.  I saw her after I came in and hugged everybody. 
She stood there in the kitchen doorway and watched me.

   She was dressed much older then the kids clothes she used to wear when I
lived close by.  A nice print dress with white tights and shiny white dress
shoes, her dark hair long and strait, parted in the middle.  She had gotten
much taller but hadn't seemed to fill out any.  Her legs were long and thin
and her feet the same.

   My heart raced, not from any attraction but from fear.  Oh don't get me
wrong, I found her to be stunning.  But I was expecting her to blurt out
any moment, "Uncle Phil molested me!"

   But she didn't.  I tried to act casual and said, "Hello, Rikki.  Long
time no see."

   She gave me that same wide eyed, unsure look that I remembered well and
said simply, "Hi."

   I couldn't read her feelings though.  I couldn't tell if she was afraid
of me, or if she even remembered what we'd done.

   Rikki turned and left the room and I caught up with the family on things
that had happened while I was gone, then I told them about everything that
had happened to me.  But the back of my mind kept wondering what Rikki was
thinking.

   As the day wore on, my sister went with the other female family members
to start a feast for us all.  I sat with Joe, my brother in law and talked
about what few items we had in common.  Did I have any hot girlfriends? 
What teams did I root for?  Can I believe what the government is doing now?
Did I do any yard work where I lived?

   No girl friends that were interesting.  I wasn't watching much sports.
Politics wasn't my strong suit.  No, I was in an apartment building.

   Not much in common.  Joe excused himself and left to answer the door. 
More guests were arriving.  Mostly friends of my sister and her husband.  I
was introduced to each of them and made idle conversation with a few.

   The problem is I'm boring.  I have a few interests, but some of them
aren't the kind of things you talk about openly.

   I walked into the kitchen to get a beer and saw Rikki working with her
mom and a couple of her mothers friends.  The adults were talking about
things I knew nothing about and when I looked at Rikki, she turned and
avoided my eyes.  I left the kitchen trying not to worry.  It was going to
be a long night.

   I found someone who seemed to feel as out of place as I did there and we
talked about computers and data processing.  Another cubical peon like me.
He came as a guest of one of my sisters friends and he didn't know hardly
anybody either.  That passed the time until dinner was about ready.

   The table had extra leafs and it ended up looking like something out of
a movie with everybody reaching for plates and talking at once.  A few
folks were kind enough to direct a few words my way to keep me from feeling
left out.  Rikki was across the table and at the other end.  Every time I
looked that direction, she was avoiding my eyes.  But now and then, I could
feel her eyes on me, though when I looked, she quickly turned away.

   I knew that she remembered by then.  I started to imagine her learning
about reporting abuse in school.  She was old enough to know that I had
done something with her that an adult shouldn't do with a child.  She was
old enough to understand what we had done.

   I was getting really nervous about being there.  I could picture her
feeling, every time she looked at me, bringing more of it back and soon she
would tell someone.  Her father was going to kill me and bury me in the
back yard.

   I was really beginning to regret what I had done with her years before.
I was so in trouble.  I should have said no to her.  I should have never
come now.  I was trapped here.  I should have gotten a hotel instead of
agreeing to stay in the guest room.

   I ended up being pretty quiet after my thoughts started running away
from me.  My sister asked me if I was feeling okay.  I feigned it off as
jet lag and she seemed satisfied.  Rikki was looking at me then.  She
didn't turn away.  I tried to smile a reassuring grin, but I could tell
that some of my shame was leaking out to her.  Rikki didn't smile back.  I
turned away this time.

   I didn't look her way for the rest of the meal.

   Afterwards, I volunteered to help with the dishes and I did them with my
sister, Kay.  It was nice being friends again.  We jostled like when we
were kids and it was the best part of the evening.  Rikki had gone upstairs
to her room.

   I innocently asked how Rikki was doing in school.

   "Oh, she's had some difficulties lately." was the answer.  Great! 
Classic symptoms of abuse.  "She seems to have problems with some of her
teachers.  I don't know why.  She's a smart girl.  She knows something
about almost every subject you can think of."

   I began to worry again.  It was no longer if Rikki was going to tell,
but when.  I should never ever have come back.  I should have found a job
out of the country!

   Then my sister said something that put the nail in the coffin.  "You
know." she said as she stopped the dishes and turned to me.  "Rikki cried
for days when you left.  She wasn't hungry and that's when her school work
started to suffer."

   I was studying a cup and not seeing it.  For some reason, I felt like I
couldn't bare to hold my secret any longer.  "I think that's my fault." I
said, not looking at her.  "I love Rikki, you see.  I think that she's a
fantastic girl, but...." Then I didn't know how to say it.

   Sis grabbed my arm and I jerked.  She said, "Oh Phil.  I know about it."

   That surprised me.  "You do?"

   "Oh yes, silly." She was smiling.  How could she be smiling?  "I know
you've always been different.  I remember you getting teased at school and
sulking around the house." I didn't remember much of that.  "You were
always smarter than everybody else.  They were jealous of it too."

   I shook my head.  "No.  That's not what I mean."

   "Shhh.  I know what you mean.  That's why you haven't been able to get a
good girl friend.  I know how lonely it can be, but really, there's nothing
wrong with it.  You played with her like she was an adult and she needed
that.  She's just as different as you are."

   I felt like I had fallen into some kind of time/space warp, where
everything is backwards and Spock wore a beard.  "This is too weird." I
said.

   "Hey, Phil.  It's okay to have children as friends, at least when
they're as smart as Rikki is.  Nobody thinks you're a pervert.  We all know
it's intellectual.  That's why Joe and I want you to stay close with her."
It dawned on me that she had no idea.  "You were stimulating her." I almost
choked just the same.  "You were making her strive to be better.  We think
you can still do that.  Rikki has so much potential."

   "Kay.  I don't think you under...."

   We both stopped when we realized that Rikki had been standing there
listening.  She had changed out of her dress and into some jeans and a
sweat shirt.  I was uncomfortably aware of her bare feet.

   "Mom?" Rikki started.  "Can uncle Phil come downstairs with me and play
ping pong?"

   My sister pushed me towards her as if to say, 'Go and be with her.' My
adrenaline was still in my blood and I sighed relief that I had just dodged
a bullet.  The desire to confess had gone and in it's place was the feeling
like I had almost ruined everybody's life, mine included.

   I followed Rikki down to the carpeted basement, turned into a family
room.  Her hips were as skinny as her shoulders and still had a nice shape
to her butt.

   Why was I even considering looking at my own niece like that?  Wasn't I
feeling enough anxiety as is?  Wasn't my hole deep enough yet?

   Then we stood across that ping pong table but we didn't play.  She said,
"You haven't said anything to me all day." It was like an accusation.

   "I was afraid to." I replied.  "I thought you were upset with me."

   "Because of what we did?" She didn't miss a beat.  She was sharp.  For
some reason, this made me relax.  I always dealt best with direct talk.  I
was never any good at office politics.

   "Yes.  I thought that maybe you changed your mind and thought that I had
taken advantage of you.  I was....  Hell, Rikki, I was afraid you were
going to tell some one about it."

   She smiled then.  A beautiful smile with her eyes seeing right through
me.  "It was my idea, remember?  I know what I'm doing." There was a lull
in the conversation, then she said, "I get it.  You were thinking that all
the 'Tell if a stranger touches you' stuff in school got to me.  Give me
some credit." Then her head cocked to the side.  "Is that why you left?"

   I had to stare at her.  I wished any of the girls I had dated were this
smart!  "No.  I left because I needed a job.  I wanted to stay, but, you
know.  Money."

   "I heard that you don't have a girlfriend."

   I smiled then.  I saw where she was going now.  "No, Rikki.  I couldn't
find anyone like you if I had a million years to look."

   Then she gave me a look like I was stupid.  "There're little girls all
over the place you could groom."

   Inside, I knew that I was caught.  I pretended not to understand, but
she saw right through that.  I give.  "No Rikki.  None like you." I put
down the paddle and said, "So what do we do now?"

   She put down her paddle and walked around to me.  My heart started to
race.  She looked up at me, her eyes not sure and wide again.  Then Rikki
reached up and grabbed at my neck, lifting herself up with a leg around the
back of mine, then kissed me right on the lips.

   She felt light.  She was tall and skinny and I put my hands on her sides
and held her up to me without even flexing.  My heart was pounding and so
was hers.

   As smart as she may be, this was new to her too.  I wanted her suddenly
and my lust shouted down the fact that I was in her parents house and they
were just over head.  We listened for noises upstairs.  They were starting
a poker game.  We knew that we could be left alone for hours, though there
was the slight chance that some one would come down and ask how things were
going.

   I looked at the guest bedroom door, which was also downstairs.  No.  Bad
idea, Phil.

   Instead we sat on the couch and talked.  Despite my lust for this
miracle treat, I found myself becoming fascinated with her personality.  My
guess is she had something genetic that only we got from the family.  We
talked about things I never knew she was interested in.  We seemed to talk
for hours.

   When my sister did come down to check on us, Rikki was laying on her
back with her head on my lap, talking about this theory she had on life. 
Sis's face was almost beaming at us and she excused herself quickly.  Uncle
Phil was bringing out her daughter again.

   As the door closed, we knew we'd be left alone for at least another
hour. Without a word, we smiled and got up to go into the guest bedroom. 
Then she dropped onto the bed and looked at me with excitement and a hint
of fear.  Her sweat shirt rode up to show a flat belly with a perfect belly
button.

   I slid on the bed and made like I was going to kiss her, then made a
detour for her belly and started kissing it gently.  I felt her hands go
lightly onto my head and her breathing become deeper.  My hands went under
her sweat shirt and slid up slowly across her sides and felt every little
rib on her chest until I reached her little shoulders.

   My hands then slid back down over the top of her chest and I felt both
of her nipples standing up, tiny and hard.

   I remembered her scent!  Years later, and it all came flooding back to
me.  The puffy little virgin lips, lightly scented with a sweet musk that
made me cum into my pants back then.  I had cum many times that day, but
never on her.  It was all oral back then.

   Now, I was wanting to explore her orally again.  Find out how much has
changed inside her tight little jeans.

   Rikki didn't protest when my fingers undid her snap and zipper.  She did
lift her bottom for my to slide them off though.  Her panties were white,
cotton, bikini bottoms with a tiny ruffle and they smelled like a cherry
perfume.

   I looked up at Rikki.  Her eyes were wide and on me.  I said, "That
smells like cherry lip gloss." Rikki giggled.  I pulled the scented panties
down a little and found that she had indeed put cherry lip gloss on her
lips.  They were shiny and wet looking.

   I gave a short, soft laugh back and kissed her lips gently.  Rikki said,
"Yesssss" like escaping air.  I kissed again with more lips.  Then her hand
started to grab at my hair.  My kisses on her became open mouthed and I
took my time before introducing my salivating tongue.

   I had worked her panties down to her knees and she lifted a leg to free
one foot from them.  Then she spread herself wide and I was invited in.

   I tasted and ate and loved her with every part of my hungry mouth.  I
even nibbled on her developing clitoris, which got a nice hip raising
reaction out of her.  She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.  Miles
better then the young child I had once had in a lesser but similar way.

   I made love to Rikki with only my mouth.  I was about to cum my pants
when we heard her mother call from upstairs.

   Frantically, she yanked her pants up and I wiped my mouth with my
sleeve. We gotten out of the guest room and sat down on the couch just as
my sister came down the stairs.  It was hard not to pant and act normal.

   Kay was smiling a knowing smile.  She said to Rikki, "Sweety Pie, it's
past your bedtime.  Go up and get ready.  I want to talk to your uncle for
a minute.

   Rikki said, "Okay" and walked upstairs like nothing had happened, but I
saw just before she disappeared her expression that said, 'Whew!  That was
close.'

   My sister was still looking at me.  I took Rikki's lead and said, "I'm
sorry.  It's my fault.  We were so busy talking that I forgot that she's a
kid."

   I turned to look at sis and saw her eyes alive with joy.  "I knew you
could do it.  You're just what she needs in her life." Then she kissed my
cheek.  I flushed, afraid that she would smell cherry lip gloss on me.  She
saw me blush and said, "Don't be so shy.  Whatever you were doing together,
keep it up, okay?  Help her come out of her shell."

   "Okay, if you're sure." I said.  I was uncomfortable again.  It suddenly
dawned on me that I had never felt so comfortable with another person as I
just did with Rikki for the last few hours.  Every adult I ever knew made
me a little tense.  Even my sister.

   Kay got up.  "Phil.  Rikki's got a couple of weeks off from school next
month.  I want her to come and stay with you then.  Would that be okay with
you?"

   I swallowed hard.  I would have my nine year old niece living with me
alone for a few weeks?  Unsupervised?  Oh, shit!

   I tried to sound as calm as I could.  "That would be okay with me."

   My sister started up the stairs as Rikki came barreling back down them
again.  She said back to her retreating mother, "I just want to say
goodnight to Phil." To which her mother agreed.

   Kay didn't shut the door, but nobody could see us where we were sitting
and Rikki was straddling my lap.  She was in a thin cotton night gown and
no panties under them.

   She kissed me fully with tongue and then whispered, "I'm coming back
down later." Then she was off and gone, leaving me stunned.

   And to think, I almost blew the whole thing!



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