The mall was packed. A million teenage kids everywhere, and a whole lot of their parents and grandparents. Christmas shopping. It was so crowded you could hardly move.

Every year I swear I'm going to get my shopping done early, and every year I fail. Miserably. Here I was yet again, the last weekend before the blessed holiday and I was frantically shopping for presents for everyone on my list.

There was an upside to all this, though. My niece, Jordan, needed to get her shopping done too.

I love my niece. You would, too, if you met her. She is funny and quick, precocious and loquacious, and oh so very pleasing on the eye, an eleven year old bundle of preadolescent sweetness and energy. Physically, she's got the perfect preteen body--tall as a bean pole, skinny as a sapling, arms and legs long and thin like a filly that's just getting ready to run away from mama and find a mate of her own. She wears a little bra, but that's mainly for show; she hasn't got a hint of womanhood on her chest at all, and none on her hips or ass either.

She is just so beautiful. An unbelievably lovely vision, auburn hair flowing around her shoulders like a movie star, a soft unblemished face that always, perpetually, seems to have a hint of blush on the cheeks; dark shining eyes that delight in the wonders of the world around her. Her beautiful face is then completed by a set of braces on her teeth.

I have spent many many nights imagining that face underneath me, her porcelain doll cheeks red with exertion, her mouth open slightly, braces shining in the dim light; soft, shallow breaths, her auburn hair matted with sweat around her face, her dark eyes staring up at me as I bring myself to orgasm, as I come inside her sloppy little eleven year old pussy and she is my lover and my slut and my whore.

Anyway, except for in my late night masturbation sessions, she's none of that. In reality she's a sweet, innocent, perfect child, the oldest daughter of my wife's brother. And she's my favorite niece, my favorite girl in the whole world.

So it was quite fine with me when my wife said that her brother had mentioned that Jordan needed to do some shopping, and would I be willing to take her to the mall with me? Fucking right I would! Although I didn't quite put it that way to my wife, she understood. The lady's a free thinker and I'm pretty sure she has similar thoughts as me about her little sapling of a niece.

Jordan and I had an awfully successful day of shopping. We'd both got loads of presents and had knocked most of the people off our lists.

"So who you got left?" I asked her.

"I'm done, except I was going to get something silly for my friend Angela, but I'm out of money. What about you?"

"Well, really, all I have left is something for your aunt."

"You already got her that sweater and those pjs, right?"

"Yeah, but, I'm gonna get her one more thing."

"What about me, Uncle Brian?" She batted her big wide dark eyes at me. "You never got anything for me!"

"Your aunt buys you your presents, not me."

"Still, don't you think should get me something?" Eyes-a-batting again.

"Then I'd have to get your brother something, and your other cousins, and, you know."

"Not if we didn't tell them about it! It could be a secret!"

"But we all open presents together, babe."

"I suppose. So what else are you getting Aunt Elisa?"

"That really is gonna have to be a secret. And you can't come with me to get it."

"Why not?"

"Because... Just because."

"Oh I get it. You're going to one of those lingerie shops, aren't you? You're gonna buy her some naughty underwear or something!"

"Shhhh! Jeez!"

She giggled. "Come on, let me help. I know Aunt Elsie, I know what she'll like."

Jordan was right about that, no doubt. Elisa and I'd been married for three years, but Jordan had been her niece for almost four times that long.

"It would be totally inappropriate for an uncle to take his eleven year old niece into a store like that."

"Oh come on! It's just Victoria's Secret."

Of course there was something rather appealing about looking at intimate apparel with the cutest preteen in the universe, so it didn't take much more to convince me.

A couple minutes later, the girl was heading straight to a pile of little panties in the aforementioned store.

"Check it out Uncle Brian!" she said loudly. She held up a pair of skimpy thong panties; on the crotch was a little cartoon kitten with the words "Pet my" printed above it .

She held the underwear up to herself. "Whadda ya think?"

I was too flustered to say anything. She smiled, bright eyes twinkling with merriment at having embarrassed her uncle, and she held up another pair.

"These have butt words!" she said loudly. She turned the backside toward me. "Kiss my," they said in letters across the ass, with a big set of lips planted right below them. "Angela would love these!"

She held another pair up to herself. "These are great!" She said. "Open for business," they had printed across the crotch, above a little drawing of a skeleton key pointing downward and about to go into a keyhole. On the backside it said "24-7" on one cheek and "365" on the other.

"Whadda ya think?"

"I don't think Elisa would like them."

"Not for her, silly. For me! They're only three for twenty dollars, will you get them for me?"

"You're crazy. Your dad would kill me."

She pulled out another pair. "Sperm bank," it said across the crotch, and below that, "make deposit here," with an arrow pointing down.

Her eyes twinkled. "If you buy them for me," she said, lowering her voice a little bit and smiling, "I'll put 'em on when we get home and you can see how they look."

I saw a couple of ladies who were standing near the underwear racks look up at us.

"Jesus, Jordan!"

"Please?!?"

"I knew it was a bad idea to bring you here! If you promise to keep quiet, I'll buy 'em for ya, OK?"

"Thanks Uncle Brian!" She tossed the underwear in our cart.

"Now, we're here for a reason, and you said you were going to help me, right?"

"So what are ya looking for?"

"I don't know, I was thinking of a nice little camisole/panty set?" I pulled one off of the rack.

"Oh, nice!" Jordan said. "It's sorta see-through! Aunt Elsie will love it."

"You think?"

"Yeah, she'll look really sexy in it. Hey, look at this!" She pulled little babydoll nightgown off a rack.

"I don't think that'll fit her."

She grinned at me. "No, but it'd fit me! It's silk!"

She rubbed the fabric against her cheek. "It's so soft! You should feel it!" She lifted it up to my cheek and rubbed it once. "Awesome, huh?"

"Yeah, nice."

"Will you buy it for me, Uncle Brian?"

"What? You're crazy!"

"It so nice! I want it so badly! Please? No one will know, it'll be a secret. Please? Please?"

"What's it cost?"

She looked at the price tag. "It's cheap," she said.

"How much?"

"Eighty bucks. But still!"

"Eighty bucks?!?"

She held it up to her face, covering her nose and mouth in the silk fabric, her dark eyes shining out at me from above it. "Please?" she spoke through the fabric. "I'll... I'll give you a really good Christmas present if you buy it for me."

"You can't buy me a present, you don't have any more money."

She lowered her head a bit and raised her eyes at me. "Not everything costs money."

I wasn't sure what she was talking about, but I could sure feel the blood rushing to my cock.

"Jesus H., Jordie. OK, put it in the cart."

"Looks kinda dark in your house," I said as I dropped Jordan off after our shopping trip.

"Didn't my dad tell you they were going to Jeremy's hockey game?"

"No. So you're home alone?"

"Nope. 'Cause your gonna come in and keep me company!"

"I suppose I could do that."

"We can wrap presents. We have tons of wrapping paper!"

We went into the basement and started wrapping the presents that we bought. When I got to the Victoria's Secret bag, I pulled the panties out. "Didn't you say you'd show me how these look on you?"

"Yeah, that's right," she said, smiling. She grabbed a pair, the "Open for business" panties, and went into the bathroom.

A minute later, she came out wearing only the tiny pair of panties and her teeshirt.

"I like these, what do you think?" she said, spinning around to show off her thin little backside. Her long pale legs looked so beautiful with nothing but a tiny pair of panties covering them.

"They look awfully nice on you."

She smiled and her face went red. "Do you like the slogan?" she asked, pointing at the words on the crotch.

"I sure do."

She blushed a bit more.

She grabbed another pair of panties. "I'm gonna give these to Angela," she said, picking up the "Kiss my..." panties, "So I won't try these on." She put them back on the table and picked up the other pair and disappeared into the bathroom again.

She emerged a minute later with the new pair of panties on. These were just thongs, hardly anything to them at all. Her face was red, but she was smiling sweetly.

"Do you like these?"

"Definitely!"

"Isn't the kitty cute?" she asked, pointing down at the cartoon kitten on the crotch. I could see little wisps of auburn-colored pubic hair sticking out around the sides of the tiny crotch.

"Definitely. That's a really cute kitten."

She smiled and went even darker, then bit her lower lip. "I'm gonna try on this nightie now, OK?" she said, taking the silk babydoll out of the bag.

The girl looked absolutely gorgeous when she came out of the bathroom. The babydoll nightgown flared out at the hips and the bottom hem stopped well short of decent, showing off the girl's fabulous long thin preadolescent legs so perfectly. Even though it was tiny, not nearly long enough for the girl's beanpole body, it was nonetheless too big for her, particularly in the bosom. It was obviously meant for a woman with at least a little something on her chest, and it hung down with a sweet awkwardness over Jordan's undeveloped breasts, delightfully showing off the pale skin of her chest.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. It looks great on you."

She smiled sweetly, a little nervous. "It feels so nice," she said, taking the bottom hem between her fingers and rubbing it. My already rock-hard cock throbbed as she lifted the hem to rub it; lifting it just slightly, not showing anything off, but oh-so-provocatively!

I sat down on the couch. "OK, model it for me now."

She grinned. "Like a runway model?"

"Exactly!"

She strutted exaggeratedly across the room, the nightie swinging provocatively as she swayed her hips. I clapped.

"Wonderful, exquisite," I said in a fake announcer's voice. She flipped her hair and strutted a bit more. Then a she stopped in front of me. "Do you want to feel how soft it is?"

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me. "Here, sit on my lap."

She sat down and I took the bottom hem of the nightie between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing the fabric. "It is really soft."

"I know, isn't it nice?"

I let my hand fall onto her leg, high up above her knee. Her skin was as soft as the nightie.

She put her hand on top of my hand, and I thought she was going to push it away, but instead I could feel her sort of pulling it down, onto the inside of her thigh.

"I'm really nervous," she said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because I want to give you your Christmas present now," she said, her breath shallow and her voice cracking. "But I'm just so nervous." And as she spoke, she pushed my hand up her leg, up the inside of her thigh.

I could hear her labored breath, shallow and loud, as my fingers made contact with her pubic hair and I realized that she had no panties on. Her pubic hair was wet to the touch. Oh my god, the girl is fucking soaking wet! I rubbed my index and middle fingers along the slit of her little pussy and I could feel warm wetness literally flowing out of her under my fingers.

"You're so wet," I said softly.

"I know," she said. "I'm just so nervous!"

I pushed my middle finger in between her lips, into the sloppy, soaking heat of her vagina.

"Jordan, you're so wet!"

"I'm so nervous," she said, her voice shaking as she talked. She pressed her face into my chest as I pushed my finger into her and I wrapped my free hand around her shoulders, holding her close and tight, and kissed her on the top of her head.

"There's nothing to be scared of," I said softly. "It's all perfectly natural."

She nodded, her face still pressed into my chest.

I pushed my finger further into her hot vagina, up to the second knuckle now. It was amazingly tight, despite how wet she was, and I felt her body tense and I realized that it must be her hymen that was so tight around my finger. I found a little hole in the taut skin and stretched it open enough to get the tip of my finger through

Once my finger was in, I swirled it around, forcing the hole to open, pushing my finger in further. She tensed her body again but by now I had my entire finger in her vagina, all the way in to the bottom knuckle. She was so hot inside her, soaking wet and sticky. The girl's pussy might be a little virgin, but my god she was doing her best to convince me that she was the sluttiest cunt I'd ever fingered.

"Oh, Jordan!" I said, pushing in as deep as I could, exploring the hot, wet depths of her sex with my middle finger.

She just kept her face pressed hard against my chest; I could feel her shallow, nervous breath.

I pulled my finger out of her and noticed that it was streaked with blood. That made me smile. The little girl had given me her cherry.

With one arm still around her shoulders, I slipped the other arm under her knees and stood up, holding her, then turned and set her down on the couch. Then I climbed between her legs.

"Oh man!" she said, putting her arm over her eyes.

I leaned down and kissed her pussy lips.

"Oh man!" she said again.

I looked up at her with a big pussy-eating grin on my face. "What's wrong?"

She didn't take her arm off of her eyes. "I'm just so nervous!" she said.

"You're so beautiful, Jordan." I looked down at her pussy. "You have the most beautiful pussy." Then I leaned in and kissed it again, then ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her wonderful womanly sex, the strong flavor of pussy mixed with just a little hint of virgin blood.

I pushed my tongue in, strangely overcome with a desire to taste more of her blood. As the tip of my tongue passed through the remains of her hymen, she let out a soft little high-pitched moan.

I pulled my tongue out and found her clitoris, a tiny little nub but at the same time stiff and pronounced, standing up conspicuously like the proud little erection that a boy her age might have. And so I licked her little hard-on and I slipped my middle finger back into her vagina and her body started convulsing and she started moaning, "Oh, oh, oh!" and I pulled my head away, not wanting her to come yet, and she looked down at me, her face dark red, her dark shining eyes radiating sexual excitement.

"Will you put your penis in me?" she said, very quietly, oh so very sweetly and quietly.

I stood up and she watched with wide dark eyes as I undressed.

Standing in front of her naked, I let her stare for a moment, and her eyes were focused directly at my cock, huge and hard, masculine and dominating. "Oh my god," she said softly, her voice trembling with sexual awakening, or fear, or both.

She was shaking all over as I climbed in between her legs.

"I'm scared," she said softly, in the sweetest quietest little voice you can ever imagine.

I reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips open. "Don't be scared, it'll be OK."

"I'm just so nervous," she said in that same wonderful little voice. "I'm so nervous I could die." But before she could even finish those last words, my cockhead was inside her, pushing into her hot, wet, wonderful vagina.

"Oh!" she said, a little louder now but still so sweet and soft and high-pitched.

My cock slid in, she was so wet there was no resistance at all, and my head pushed through what was left of her hymen.

"Oh!" she said, soft and high. She lifted her legs up in the air and I pulled back and pushed in again. "Oh my god!" she said, and her legs started shaking and a smile broke across her face and I could feel her come, her pussy was just gushing, my balls were soaked and my pubic hair was soaked and I started fucking her very hard, slamming in and out of her little eleven year old pussy and each time my cock pushed in, come flowed out of her, soaking me, soaking the couch. "Oh my god!" she said again, her legs shaking in the air, "Oh my god!" she said a third time, just a whisper now, her eyes wide and shining, a big, mouth-wide-open smile on her beautiful face, her braces shining.

She closed her eyes tight and arched her back. And then her orgasm started; her whole body shook and she moaned her little quiet high-pitched "Oh!" and she shook and moaned and shook and moaned and I fucked her and fucked her as hard as I wanted, she was soaking wet and wide open and coming all over everything.

"Oh Jordan!" I shouted out loud, wrapping my arms under her armpits, my hands up on her face, pushing her head down into the couch and holding her there, tightly, as I slammed my cock in and out of her. "Oh fuck Jordan! Oh my god!" and my come shot out of me into her sweet little virgin pussy, into her sweet little fertile eleven year old womb. "Oh Jordan!" I shouted as I came and came and she came and came and we rocked together so very sweetly until our bodies mellowed together in complete and utter satisfaction, and then we held each other and kissed and kissed and kissed.

"Merry Christmas," my sweet wonderful little niece said to me when we finally broke our kiss. "I hope you liked your Christmas present!"

Comments

Nickname	Date	Feedback
Wayne		I have yet to read this story but I wanted to finally write to you and thank you for all your great works, so far. I am certain this one will be right up there with all the rest of your stellar works! I felt almost guilty since I had not communicated this after reading so many of your stories (under both your pen names) My friend, you do great work, and it is appreciated, if by no one else, by me! Now for the boring part, Ha ha! I am an age 56 male and have M.S. I am not yet disabled but I choose not to 'bother' with any sort of relationships, any longer because of it, because of it's unusual and unpredictable symptoms / 'happenings.' If you do not have intimate knowledge if the disease, you have no clue as to what I mean, so I may sound crazy, Ha ha! But trust me, it was not an easy decision. My last live-in lover was when I was 48 and she was 20, so you understand my tastes! That was just a bit prior to my being diagnosed with the disease. Anyway, stories by YOU and other good authors like Renpet do what I need along with good 'chat partners' and I no longer have any sort of personal relationships! They were usually always too complicated, anyway, Ha ha! Allow me to finish by saying once again that I LOVE your work and I am about to read 'Christmas Present' as I close this message...THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN!!!
		Wow, Wayne, what a great and interesting comment. I'm really glad you shared this with us. I am definitely honored that you find my stories "helpful" ;-). That's what it's all about, my friend! Keep reading and the best of luck and good health, at least as much as possible, to you. (Now I just have to hope my story lived up to your expectations!) --Chris
Lickingloli		Loved the story, would have liked the sex to take longer with more description and less of the repeated "I'm so nervous". Overall though an enjoyable read!
		Very valid criticism, Licking. I'm often accused of rushing to the ending (both in my stories and in my sex life LOL!!!); I think I sort of did that in this one. --Chris
good-uncle		This story has me rock hard. Reminds me of my sexy sexy 11 year-old niece! Blond hair, blue eyes, loves to sit and wiggle on my lap. Please write more...
Darrell		Loved the Christmas Present story. A man very grateful for his niece, Jordan. For a short story it was a little titillating to wit, my now hard cock does attest. I shall look for more of your stories past and in the future. May you break a pencil!
Tim		I'm suspicious that Jordon's father won't object to those panties and nighty, at all, nor will her brothers, nor will Angela's father object to hers. (And whoever does the laundry WILL find them.)
Art		Hopefully he got her pregnant.
jim		loved the story had me stroking, i love girls in panties
bereaved daddy		Once again, a really good story! I can't add much to that.
TonyinJamaica		...Love your writing style, Yours and Renpets are my faves. unlike "lickingloli" I find her avoidance, as it were, by "being nervous", brought a lot more sexual tension into the narrative. I'm not a fan of young girls being forced, tied, or in anyway ill- treated.. unless, of course, they so request !! When an eleven to thirteen yr old takes the initiative...very stimulating..!! Don't change your style for nothing.. (Sorry that the 2013-14 winter is such a relentless one for the N.E. U.S. ..Hey, come to Jamaica, mon !! take care.. )
		Hey thanks Tony for your kind words. And here's the funny thing, I love winter! --Chris
Jay		Oh man, that is a nice story. My dick is sooo wet, just like she was. Thank you, I love stories that have teasing in them. I must read some of your other stuff. Thank you.
peter	12/8/2015	This story got me so fucking hot and made me wish I had 2 young nieces this age, LOL, the better the odds to have one of them fuck me. I hope you keep writing and have more stories for us. Give me a link if you do, please
		Thanks, peter. If you want to read more of my stories, up on the banner of every page is a link to my home page. Just click on where it says "Erotic Stories by Chris Hailey." And... Merry Christmas! :) --Chris
horny4lilgirls	12/11/2015	Wonderful story. I love stories where the girl is wanting sex with a man and yet is shy or reluctant. Well written. I would have liked to have had her completely prepubescent - no pubes at all - but sadly, little girls do have to grow up. Though they are still beautiful as they develop, I love them flat and hairless. Thank you for a wonderful cum! Your stories do hit that spot.
pettingsally	12/15/2015	Very good story. I like your writing, and have written some of my own using your style, along with that of Lasiter and Renpent. Not published yet. But working on it. I love the slow build-up and the young Lolita teasing her uncle. The fact that she modeled the panties was a highlight for me. I agree with a previous comment on using the I'm so nervous too much. But other than that, you gave me a memorable session
		Great! Let me know if you publish some stuff, OK? And yeah, the nervous thing was over the top I admit. :) --Chris
Solly	12/15/2015	Superb story, wonderful writing as ever. Gave me a superb cum! I was fantasising about my wife doing this with her Uncle when she was a pre-teen/ teenager, I know I must be very 'unusual', but the thought of my wife sexing up her father, uncle, or brother when she was a very young-looking teen drives me wild!
Jasper	2/22/2016	love the story and i enjoyed the others that you have posted/written. Very good story thank you for all your work.
Doug	2/28/2016	Another awesome story! I, too, wish the sex scene was elongated - she was clearly worth it and they spent considerable and incredibly meaningful time together! While the "nervous" comments may have been *slightly* over done, they actually seemed authentic to her. I think you captured her age, personality and intent very nicely. Other than a longer sex scene, I wouldn't change a thing (ps - I'm guilty as charged in that arena as well...;-). You are gifted- do keep writing! More! More!!

Leave a comment

Writers love to hear from their readers, so please leave a comment about this story. Because the ASSTR comments form is not working right now, you can leave a comment by emailing me at [email protected]. I’ll add your comment here, and I never include email addresses when I add a comment to a story, so your comment will be 100% anonymous.

To help me update stories with your comments, try to include the title of the story you are commenting on, and a username I can attribute your comment to ("anonymous" or similar is fine, and if no nickname is provided, I'll just use "anonymous." I will never use your real name, or include your email address, unless you specifically ask me to).

Thanks!