As we waited to board our flight, Piper stared at the electronic ticket on her cell phone a moment before she said, "Is it really August 7?"

"Hope so, that's when our flight to London takes place."

Piper grinned, "It's my birthday!"

"What?" I said, surprised, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have done something special for you..."

"Oh, I don't care, I'm just happy to travel with you, Uncle Patrick, that's all I need."

Piper was now eleven. Not that anything fundamentally changed knowing that fact, but it did put in perspective just how young the girl really was. Sure, she was a young woman in some ways, intimate ones, but a child in most others. Even at eleven, she had a long way to go before anything we did in bed was legal, and I worried, as I often did, that she would, at some point, reach a maturity where what she shared with me caused her deep confusion. I hoped that never happened, but that worry would always bubble up in my mind as long as we continued to explore an intimate relationship.

"Well... when we get to London, we'll do something fun to celebrate," I told her. "A girl only turns eleven once, you know."

Piper giggled, "Yeah. Okay. It's cool, whatever." She looked at me a moment, "When's your birthday, Uncle Patrick?"

"In January. The fourth."

"Oh. I didn't know that. Can we do something fun for your birthday, too?"

"Sure," I told her, not worrying too much about such a distant date. So much could change between the moments spent waiting to board our flight to Gatwick and whatever life was like for me, and Piper, months down the road.

- - -

I'd learned that traveling through Europe with the Union in place was a lot easier than many had experienced in the decades before the EU. It meant far lass hassle crossing boundaries and I didn't again think about the images on the memory cards until Piper and I had gotten to our room, high up with a view of the Thames and much of the east side of London. Images of Lena and her parents were still on the cards, and I debated, once more, what to do.

I decided I couldn't let them go, so I uploaded them to a folder on my laptop, then used an old trick to come up with a long, difficult password only I would know and encrypted the folder containing the images of Lena. I knew it was still risky, but in all the customs and security lines I'd been in over my years traveling, not once had anyone so much as asked me to open my laptop. I felt reasonably secure in getting the images back to LA where I could store them somewhere more secret.

The flight had been short, and we were strolling along the Thames by mid-afternoon, hand-in-hand. I didn't worry too much about such things any more. Piper played the perfect 'niece' and never showed any sign that our relationship was anything beyond innocent. The only moments when I worried a little were the times she asked me more intimate questions, like when she said, "So, like, when you put it in a butt," Piper began before I cautioned her to lower her voice.

She did so and restarted her question, "So, when you put it in a butt... does it hurt for a girl?"

I shrugged, "Can't say for sure. But, the few times I've done it, the woman seemed to enjoy it a lot. I think it can be uncomfortable and take time to get used to, plus, Piper," I replied, taking my voice even lower, "your butthole is really, really tight. We're gonna have to work up to something like that, I think... Can't just go having me jam it in there..."

Piper giggled, "Oh, I know that. You told me yesterday!"

"Just setting expectations, that's all."

Piper thought a moment, quietly, and we sat on a bench facing the river. She leaned against me and whispered, "Do you think other girls like me ever get it in their butt?"

"I suppose so... though... I fear most of the time, it isn't pleasant..."

"Why not?"

"Well... because... usually, when an adult is having sex with a child... it's rape... it's abuse..."

"Oh... I didn't know that... And it hurts them?"

"Yes... terribly. Children who are abused like that... they often struggle with it the rest of their lives."

She frowned, "Why would someone do that?"

I shook my head, "I dunno, Piper. I guess... I guess some adults just can't stop the urges they have... or maybe some get off on being abusive... It's horrible. I fear, sometimes, I'm forcing myself on you and that you'll hate me one day for it."

"I'll never hate you, Uncle Patrick," Piper assured me, "I love orgasming with you. It's the best."

"Well... I hope you always feel that way, Piper. If you ever don't... please tell me, okay?"

"I promise... but, uh, so... do you think Lena was being, uh, raped?"

I paused just briefly, "Not from what I saw, no... No, I think she truly wanted and enjoyed that day. I can only hope she hadn't been trained all her life to want that moment. It sort of... takes away her free will to make the decision if her dad and mom had always ensured that she was expected to do so when the time came..."

"Oh..." Piper frowned again, then looked up at me, "is that why you don't just sex me and be my first lover?"

"Partially, yes... I don't want to do anything to hurt you, Piper. Ever. And sometimes... it can be hard to know what will cause harm and what won't... even if you say you want to do this with me... even if you really mean it... I just need us both to be sure..."

"Oh... I think that makes sense... Like... I might lie about it?"

I nodded, "Yes... if you thought it would make me happy, or if you were scared that I might react badly if you told me 'no,' or if you really didn't understand what it meant but didn't want to appear to not know... There are a ton of reasons why you, or any young girl, might say you wanted something like that but in reality, you weren't so sure... or worse..."

"Hmm... All I know is that I love when you orgasm me, Uncle Patrick, and I love orgasming you... and I hope you decide you're ready for doing what Lena and her dad did for the first time, cause... I dunno, Uncle Patrick... Just thinking about it makes me tingle a lot..."

I started to grow erect, but we were far from our room and in no place where we might enjoy some intimacy. "Anyway... enough of all that for now. It's your birthday... Anything you'd like to do?"

Piper glanced down the river, grinning, "Well, besides you sexing with me? I guess... that looks fun." She pointed and described her wish, and I took her hand and led her along the banks once more.

- - -

The London Eye is one big ferris wheel. It sits along the Thames and, at its highest point, has a spectacular view of the city. Rather than consisting of open-air swinging seats for two or three people like a traditional ferris wheel would have, it held over two-dozen closed pods, each with space for about twenty people and room to walk around. We could press ourselves right against the glass and look out easily.

Piper giggled as she enjoyed the view. I'd been on the Eye once before, so I was less thrilled than the girl, but I absolutely loved seeing her enjoy an innocent and wide-eyed 30-minute loop from bottom to top and back down again.

While on the downswing, I thought of something I could get Piper for her birthday, and it was both a nice gift and solved a potential problem I'd been thinking about since Piper had come to stay with me. I didn't tell her what was in store, but once we got off the Eye, I took her hand, checked a map on my phone, and started heading to where I could pick up her gift.

- - -

The Apple Store was not much trouble to find. Inside, I let Piper pick out the iPhone she wanted, and the girl was gushing enthusiasm. I worried that, at any time, the phone she used could be cut off, especially given that Veronica's number was still out of service. Not wanting to further risk being unable to contact Piper should we be separated, I bought her a shiny white iPhone, the latest model, and added it to my personal account. That way, I knew the bill would be paid on time and her new number would always be accessible to me moving forward.

She spent some time playing around with it, setting things up how she liked and taking a few pictures of me and of London, thrilled to see the nice quality of the images. Sure, it was nowhere near the quality of my cameras, but for a phone, the iPhones did take pretty solid shots.

We grabbed dinner at a pub, fish and chips for me, a hearty bacon and cheese sandwich for Piper.

She asked me, "So, what's our gig tomorrow?"

"Classic car show," I replied, "should be fairly standard stuff, honestly. I've done a couple of shows. Mostly, it will be cataloging the various vehicles and their owners or maintainers. There will be some presentations to capture, as well as an interview session or two. We'll do a heavy day tomorrow and Friday, then we'll be able to take things lightly on the weekend, and back home on Monday."

Piper nodded, "Okay, I can do that."

"We've got the evening if you'd like to do something else for your birthday."

She grinned, then leaned close, whispering, "I want you to orgasm me real bad..."

I chuckled, keeping my voice low, "Oh, that's definitely going to happen... I promise..."

Piper giggled, "I figured."

I paid our bill, then we headed back to the hotel. Piper wanted to shower, and I did as well, so we shared the steamy stream a few minutes. I enjoyed getting to run my hands all over Piper's young, slender body, teasing her flat chest until her little nipples were hard and tight, then I kissed her under the shower as I fondled her bottom, the newly-turned eleven-year old's butt so supple and powerfully arousing to squeeze and caress. I grew hard without effort, and soon, Piper was using her fingers to stroke my length while I parted her buttocks and let my fingers drift down over her anus.

The water made her flesh moderately slippery, so I gently circled her tight little hole a moment before I pressed the tip against her butthole. I felt Piper tense but she pushed down her backside so that an inch or so of my digit slipped into her bottom. "God, you're so tight, Piper..."

She giggled, "Feels like I need to poop!"

I laughed, "I bet it does... feel okay, though?"

"Uh-huh... can you get it deeper?"

"I'll try."

I twisted around so that I could push Piper against the back of the tub, her hands against the wall, her bottom sticking back towards me. I fondled her buttocks a moment, then reinserted my finger. Over long moments, I was able to get more of my finger pressed deep into the child's rectum, but the shower water was not the greatest lube, so I withdrew my finger, cleaned it, shut of the flow, keeping Piper in position, then pressed my face right between her butt cheeks.

I lapped the clean flesh there, the small cleft wet and warm, even hotter when my tongue began to probe her wrinkled little hole. She giggled and said, "That feels so funny!"

I smiled and continued to lick her anus, tasting her secret, fleshy little girl butthole and felt so powerful and aroused to know such a wonderful, taboo part of Piper's body.

"Let's get somewhere more comfortable," I suggested.

We dried quickly and I led Piper to bed, then had her crawl onto the mattress, causing her bottom to bend and spread perfectly, her smooth, hairless dark-pink pussy swollen a bit, her tight, dark anus just a touch raw and red where the hole hadn't completely closed from my probes. I had her kneel with her knees on the edge of the bed, feet back in the air, her chest almost down on the mattress. I buried my face again and started licking Piper's anus, absolutely in heaven.

She began to squirm when I probed her with my finger again and I could tell it was both enjoyable and a little uncomfortable. I slid my other hand around her thigh and between her legs, holding her firmly as I began to give her hard little clit some attention.

"Ohhhh," she shivered, "oooooohhhh..."

Piper's orgasm was preceded by several sharp jerks of her hips, pushing her ass back against my sodomizing finger and tongue, her clit swollen under my finger. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmm! Ohhhhhhhh... mmmmmm..."

I licked her asshole around where my finger was slick and buried half-way inside her butt. As she slowed her movements, I carefully, gently withdrew my digit, watching Piper's anus gape a moment, raw and red, clenching as it tried to close, the hole soon snapping shut and looking as tight and impenetrable as one might expect from a child's asshole.

She collapsed on the bed, giggling, "That was fun!"

I smiled at her, moving beside her and holding her in my arms, soon moving my fingers down between her legs again as we kissed. I rubbed her clit and found her wanting more, the girl on her side as I held her, Piper's thighs sweaty and spreading wider, wider. I gently pushed a finger down into her vagina and felt it clench tight around me. Rubbing her nub with my palm, I felt her shuddering and trembling, the child soon moaning into my mouth as her next orgasm rushed in. "Mmmmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm..."

"I love you so much, Piper," I whispered against her ear, "happy birthday!"

She giggled, "We're not done, Uncle Patrick," she told me, "I want to orgasm you, too!"

I rolled onto my back, my penis leaking precum, streaks of thin slipperiness sliding down my shaft. Piper eyed me a moment, then said, "I wanna see if I can do more this time..."

Her hot little lips slid over my glans and I surged with excitement. The girl started sucking me, locking her mouth around my shaft, a couple of inches inside. She bobbed gently, taking a little more of my length each time. I felt the head of my penis hit the back of her throat and she gagged lightly, pulling off a little, giggling, then immediately moving back down, sucking me more firmly this time.

Once again, she gagged when my glans pressed against her throat, but she didn't pull away, swallowing to control the reflex, then holding my penis that way, massaging my shaft with her lips and tongue. The tip of my cock drooled deep in her mouth, and I was very quickly rising up against her.

"Mmm, Piper... Mmm... I'm gonna cum... Mmmm... Mmmm..."

I swelled between her lips, Piper maintaining her suction, my glans swelling in her throat. I told her again, "Gonna cum... Ohhhh... Mmmm... Ohhh... Cumming! Ohhhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh! Mmmmmm..."

I lost myself as I ejaculated, filling Piper's throat as she held still, some of my cum running out of her mouth as I shot my spunk right against the back of her throat. The girl managed to control her gag reflex until I'd fully emptied my nuts between her lips, her tongue twitching under my length.

Piper slurped up my cum as she pulled off of me, a wet smile on her face, then she swallowed twice, sending my semen into her stomach. "Mmmm... I like when I orgasm you with my mouth!"

"God... I do too..." I breathed, throbbing out small bubbles of what was left in my penis. Piper spotted it and licked away the last of my cum, then smacked loudly. "Salty and sweet!" she proclaimed.

The eleven-year old crawled over me, her body pressed down fully on mine, my half-hard penis throbbing along one of her thighs. We kissed and rocked together, my love for her matched only by what I felt in her kiss and her arms and her lightly-trembling body. I cupped her bottom, fondling her, sated for the moment, making sure she felt as good as I did. Piper's smile when she looked at me said everything, "You're the best, Uncle Patrick."

"No, you're the best. You make me feel so good, Piper..."

She giggled and rested her head against my chest, slowly stroking the dark hairs around my nipples, her hot breath a wonderful sensation on my body. "Do you think it will take a long time?" she asked quietly.

"Hmmm?"

"For you to put it in my butt... will it take a long time to get me ready?"

"Maybe," I admitted, "you are very small back there." To emphasize my point, I drug my finger along the cleft between her buttocks and gently pushed the tip of my digit against her little hole. It didn't yield despite still holding some wetness. "So tight..."

"Well," Piper told me, "I want to try soon..."

"We'll see," I promised her, "and maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe... I'll want to put my penis somewhere else before we do that..."

"Oh!" She smiled, "You mean in my va-gi-na?"

"Uh-huh..."

Piper kissed my lips, "You can right now, if you want... I'm ready..."

I considered it, but shook my head, "Not yet... we'll make it real special, I promise... You deserve what Lena had, don't you think?"

Piper shrugged, "I just wanna try it, Uncle Patrick... I think I'll like it..."

"I'm sure you will... I'm sure you will... Soon, I think..."

- - -

The car show was held at a voluminous convention center on the north side of London, the floor featuring dozens of cars and trucks and some vehicles which seemed to be a hybrid of both. Piper tagged along with the camera I'd given her before, listening to my suggestions as I took photos along one row of the displays. I showed her how to frame shots of the whole car, the engine, the front and back and sides, how to include the sexy female models which were ubiquitous in such shows as they posed near this vehicle or that one.

Piper took to it easily, grasping the concepts I explained to her, and a quick glimpse at her work during the morning session showed a nice set of very usable results. "You're already well ahead of where I was heading to college," I told her, "I'm impressed."

She grinned, "I have a super teacher."

We took lunch after noon. There were food vendors in one corner of the showroom, offering burgers, sausages, fried cod, and even a few Indian and other Asian dishes. Piper and I both got a lovely stir fry of pork and peas with mushrooms, green peppers, and a modest amount of spicy-heat, all poured over sticky rice.

After lunch, Piper and I were back at it, and despite the process being rather repetitive, Piper never complained and only mentioned that her feet were a bit sore when we were wrapping up in the late afternoon.

I noticed her shoes were looking a little worn. I wondered, too, if Piper might have grown enough since she'd gotten them for her feet to be a bit too big for the pair now. Since she'd been with me a few weeks by then, coming up on a full month in a few days, I doubted she'd grown much, and I didn't notice any discernible changes in her height or features. She was still pretty much the same beautiful ten-year old child I'd first seen weeks before in Tokyo. Well, she was eleven, I remembered, but that was just an arbitrary marker, not a terribly meaningful one.

I took her to a shoe store and had her try on several pairs, choosing two new ones which would be great for easing the tension of hours spent on her feet at shows like the one we were working in London. I also prompted her to pick out something she could wear at her next competition in Sydney in a couple of weeks. We'd already bought her a new outfit to wear, it back at my apartment in LA, but she hadn't picked out footwear. So, she took her time and found a pair of low, sexy heels which were deep blue and sleek, something which would both look classy with her new outfit and be something she could dance in.

At the hotel, while Piper did her best to work on her new routine in the tight confines of the room, I showered and then set up at the desk, uploading the day's shots to the assigned work account. I included Piper's shots, as well, the quality good enough despite her inexperience that I thought the client would enjoy them.

I realized right then that I needed to ensure Piper got paid. Sure, I was her guardian and would be the one responsible for her expenses and needs, but she'd been given an allowance by her mother before, and now that she was actually capable of producing valuable photos for me, it was only fair that she get some compensation. Since I still had some of the cash I'd been given by Gunther, I set aside fifty euros to give to Piper for her efforts. It wasn't exactly a fair wage, but Piper was apprenticing into a trade and I thought she would appreciate being rewarded, at least a little bit, for the work she was doing.

My eye drifted to the encrypted folder on my laptop and I selected it, putting in the long passphrase which would open it, then started enjoying again the photos of the beautiful Lena being deflowered by her father.

Piper came over and rested her arms on my shoulder, leaning closer to the screen, "That was so much fun!"

"It sure was. She's very beautiful, yes?"

"Uh-huh. Hey, Uncle Patrick?" Piper said, making me pause on a picture taken just seconds after Gunther had pulled his shiny penis out of his daughter's little cunt, sperm with small streaks of red leaking out of Lena's vagina in the shot.

"Yeah?"

"Like... you said that, um... menses... it happens like once a month?"

"Close enough, yeah."

"Well, Lena did that in Berlin, right? Why, uh, why did she have one in that picture?"

I looked again, seeing the streaks of blood in her father's leaking cum. "Well, see, that's not her menses. Sometimes a girl has a little barrier of sorts, called a hymen, which sits in front of her vagina until it gets broken or torn or stretched."

"Why?"

"It's a sort of natural protection, I guess, keeps things from getting in the vagina until the child is old enough to know how to protect herself."

"But why does it bleed?"

"Well, in Lena's case, I assume her hymen tore, kinda like a small cut, I suppose. Perfectly natural, though many girls and women either don't have hymens or they break in other ways."

"Like how?" Piper asked, leaning so far over that she was nearly breaking my view of Lena's freshly-deflowered and creampied pussy.

I shrugged, "Horseback riding. Gymnastics. Stretching. Accidents. There are many ways that thin membrane can tear or disappear. Like I said, many girls don't even have a noticeable one by the time they first have sex. Some, though, can be tough to push through if they nearly completely cover her vagina. Those can really hurt, so a guy has to be really careful with her."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Piper said thoughtfully, then added, "So, Lena had a hy-men that got torn?"

"Yeah. I didn't really notice it that day, but you can see it in some of the pictures we took. Let me find one..." I scrolled back to earlier moments and found a close up Piper had taken which offered a well-lit view of Lena's parted labia, the girl's vagina visible between, a small sliver of her hymen shiny in the shot. "See, that's Lena's hymen. Just a small thing, really, I doubt she much felt it tear, or if she did, her pleasure was much more intense."

"Oh, neat! Um, Uncle Patrick," Piper said, easing back into a standing position. "Do I have a hy-men?"

"You do. I've seen it close up," I smiled.

"Oh, neat! Um, will it hurt, you know, when you put it in?"

I shook my head, "I don't think it will, Piper. Your hymen is pretty small, plus, I've had my finger inside you and it just stretched a little is all. If it tears, it might feel a little like a light sting or a paper cut, but it won't be too bad, I expect."

"That's good, cause, I don't want it to hurt. Like, can I see some?"

"Hymens?"

"Uh-huh."

I pulled Piper onto my lap. She giggled when she felt my half-hard penis pushing up through my slacks to press against her soft, leggings-covered bottom. I found some legal images of various hymens on a medical site. Piper's eyes moved from one to the next, sometimes saying, "Oh, look at that one!" or "Will that one hurt?" We viewed all sorts of shapes and sizes. Some were thin and white and nearly covering the model's entire vagina, just a little hole in the barrier. Others were star-shaped, or half- or three-quarter moon shapes. One or two showed many small holes in the barrier, others seemed to have a clear demarkation separating left and right halves of the membrane.

"That one," I told her, pointing to a small sliver in one of the photos, "is pretty much like yours, just a thin thing."

"Pretty." Piper started rolling her hips in my lap, which only made my penis throb more strongly. "Hey, Uncle Patrick? Like... I really want you to try putting it in me soon..."

"I know... When I'm ready, remember?"

"Yeah, I know," she said, pouting just a little and still moving her hips, "I just... I kinda want to know what it feels like."

"Well, you get a sense of it when I put my finger in you."

"Yeah, I guess," she replied, "but it isn't the same, right? Like, when Lena did it with her daddy, it wasn't the same as when you put a finger in me."

"No, you're right, it's not the same. It's so much better..."

She turned back and looked at me, "So why don't you do it, like... now?"

I swelled below her, tempted, still fighting to decide if and when such a thing might finally be acceptable in my head. If it ever would. Was it so much further to finally penetrate Piper's vagina with my penis after I'd already had my finger in her pussy and ass? The demarkation I'd felt so strongly days earlier was starting to muddle and blur.

"Soon, Piper... How about this for now..." I slid a hand between her legs, cupping her sex over the thin fabric. She was wet there, sweat from practicing her new routine, most likely, but I knew Piper well enough to be sure her little hairless cunt was just as wet.

I massaged her crotch a moment, causing Piper to moan softly. "Yeah, this is good, Uncle Patrick, um, but you know what would be better?"

"What?"

She took my hand and slid it into her leggings. The girl wore no panties and, as expected, my fingers slid onto her smooth, hairless flesh and quickly became slippery with Piper's leaking arousal. I began to finger her vagina, pushing a little more firmly than usual. Piper's thighs were half-open, just enough room for me to slide half a finger in and out of her hole, my palm rubbing around her clit.

I leaned her forward, yanked down her leggings until they were past her thighs, freeing my hand. I unsnapped and unzipped my slacks, pulling my erection out of my pants, then moved Piper back against me so that my cock was nestled in the cleft of her warm bottom, my shaft against her anus and well inside her dimpled crack. I returned my finger to Piper's cunt after sniffing her scent and swelling with arousal.

Piper rocked back and forth, side-to-side, then I helped her find a rhythm that matched my desires, causing Piper's bottom to rise and fall along my length, trapping my penis against her hot, slippery flesh. She creamed my finger once, then again moments later. The girl trembled as I kissed her neck and around her ears.

When she came, I was right there with her. Piper's vagina spasmed, "Mmmmooh! Oooooh! Oooooohhh! Mmmmmm..." My finger slipped in and out rapidly as she came, and the movement of her body, of her slippery ass crack, had me swelling and spurting against her bottom. My cum coated her lower back and my groin, covering my slacks as well. Piper squeezed her buttocks and trapped my cock between them, giggling and sighing. "That felt good!"

"Uh-huh," I breathed, shaking lightly, slowly pulling my finger from Piper's tight little pussy. I started to bring it to my nose to sniff her scent again, but Piper took hold of my wrist and moved it to her nose instead. She sniffed it, "Mmm... I like that!"

My cock pulsed between her cheeks, squeezing out a bubble of white semen to trickle down my glans. "Me too... Taste yourself, Piper..."

She didn't hesitate, sliding my finger into her mouth. I felt Piper lick away her own cream, sampling it. "It's like... um... what's that thing a lemon is?"

"Tart?"

"Uh-huh, tart. And, like, I like it a lot... not as much as your se-men, Uncle Patrick, but I like it, too."

I chuckled and kissed her neck, cupping her wet, bald cunny and gently massaging her folds.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Patrick," Piper said quietly.

"For what?"

"Cause I'm impatient for getting to sex with you. Mommy always told me I was impatient for things, and I'm tryin' to get better."

Laughing, I turned her head and kissed her lips. "You're doing fine, Piper. We'll get there, I promise. And it will be worth the wait."

"Okay," she smiled, sticking her tongue out to tease my lips, "I bet you're gonna love it so much when we sex together. I just know it."

I nodded and grinned. "I have no doubt."

Patrick, Male, 25

	- Narrator, professional photographer

	- 5'9, beige skin, 160lbs, muted-brown bangs

Piper, Female, 10 - 11

	- Child model, apprentice photographer

	- 4'8, tanned beige skin, 90lbs, blue-green eyes, straight raven-black hair