Long auburn hair and big blue eyes now covered by the silk sleeping mask blocking her vision, she is gorgeous and he fights to control himself shaking with need. Her light olive complexion is perfect and accentuates her full pink lips that are slightly parted. She is young and trusting and best of all she knows how to keep a secret.

How did I get so lucky he wonders stroking her cheek, she smiles and is ready to play their new game. She can buy whatever she wants if she keeps the mask on and her hands in her lap. She has to taste things just with her tongue and lips and keep sucking until she can name the object.

Strawberry is any easy one and so is melon. She lets out a cute giggle as he makes airplane noises. "Uncle I am too old for that!"

Spoonful of honey and oatmeal are easy to guess also. The Barbie mansion she wants is already hers, she can picture it in her room all she has to do is complete another one of her uncle's silly games. As long as he buys her what she wants she does not mind humoring him.

Then there is something new... It is hard but soft and warm against her lips. She opens her mouth and gives it a tentative lick gauging its size. She finally parts her lips and takes some of it in. It is large in her mouth dry at first with no taste but then... a slight pungent taste as she explores it more and more with her lips and tongue, like pool water almost... The shape is a completely mystery to her as she traces the bulges and ridges with her tongue.

After a minute she relents "I give up uncle what is it?"

He sounds strained and out of breath to her "Just keep trying sweet heart, you have to keep playing the game".

She keeps trying but the growing pungent taste is foreign to her and she feels her mouth becoming slick like she is eating a peach. She keeps working on it her jaw starting to tire, uncle needs to use smaller pieces she thinks.

She hears a gasp as the object swells slightly and then her mouth is suddenly flooded with a thick syrupy fluid. She is surprised but reflexively swallows. More and more liquid quickly surges into her mouth overwhelming her. She coughs and backs away as she feels a warm splash across the bridge of her nose and the mask covering her eyes. She is getting ready to reach up to her face when she feels a wash cloth.

"What was that last thing?" She asks puzzled.

"I can't tell. That's part of the game, for you to figure out silly" he huffs again, sounding winded.

She hears him struggling a bit with something, was it a zipper? "We'll play again tonight, darling. Maybe you will guess then. Let's go out and get you something nice now..."

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