I took Piper down to the studio as soon as they opened, several of the girls on the Panther Studios team there as well. It was only a couple weeks until school started, so the studio tried to offer lots of daytime practice for the young out-of-school dancers. I walked to the post office and checked my mail.

My nerves jangled when I saw a letter addressed very similarly to the one Veronica had sent before, only this time the stamp was from Cairo, Egypt. I leaned against the wall and ripped it open.

I hope you are both well! I am attempting to be at the next one. I hope I'll see you both there. If I cannot, though, please do not worry.

That was all it said, no further explanation. I took it to mean that Veronica was going to try to attend the ModelLight event being held in Sydney in a few days. My stomach lurched to think about all the ways that would complicate things, both bad and good.

I sipped a coffee at a cafe nearby, waiting on a couple of fresh tuna wraps to go. I didn't really have much appetite right then, a little numb with worry about what would happen with Veronica in Sydney. I thought I needed to immediately stop being intimate with Piper, but I gave up that thought after remembering Piper's earlier attempt at doing so and realizing I was not going to be any more successful than she had been.

So what was I supposed to do? I surely couldn't tell Veronica about what I'd done with her daughter. I couldn't reveal any of it. And Piper couldn't either. Would we sneak around to see each other? Would Veronica stay with Piper in their own hotel room? Would the woman reclaim her daughter and take her from my life? I'd become so attached, so needful of Piper in multiple ways that it was a solid gut punch to consider that it was very plausible that this might be my last week with Piper.

The days to come were not going to be easy.

- - -

I took Piper one of the wraps for lunch and we sat together on a bench along one side of a small park near the studio. She chattered excitedly about meeting the team and liking many of the girls. "And several of them are really pretty good!"

I didn't tell her about her mother's letter. I didn't think I would do so until after we'd left for Sydney. She would need focus for her competition, and, honestly, it changed little in what would happen if I told her earlier. We'd both just fret and lose our edge until the inevitable happened in a few days. I held back, feeling a little guilty about it, but still thinking it was the right decision.

She returned to practice and I paced along the sidewalks, the day a little cooler with full cloud cover and a stiff breeze blowing through. My mind turned over all the possibilities, and I had no good answers to the situation which would result in everything working out for all of us. I wasn't wholly jealous that Veronica would reclaim Piper's time and attention, knowing the girl really did need her mother in her life, but there was a sure sliver of such emotion running through every consideration.

Marilyn called and asked to come over again that evening, but I declined, telling her I wasn't feeling that well. I was not in a mindset to deal with Marilyn and whatever it was she might be trying to do. I was starting to think she was looking for more than just old photos of herself, that maybe her real target was me. Perhaps I was misreading things, but the more I considered her glances, her attention, her words, the more I thought Marilyn might be feeling out a rather oddly-founded relationship with me.

Piper was my life, my love. No one else could understand me. Understand us. Before Piper, maybe Marilyn might have been interesting to think about, but there was nothing in my head which held any warm emotional attachments to the woman. She was nice and pretty, yes, but she was not Piper.

- - -

I stopped by the grocer and picked up boxed pasta, a garden-style sauce, and some sprinkle cheese, along with a few fresh apples, oranges, and yogurt for breakfast, milk for Piper to drink, and instant coffee for me. When I sat the sack of food on the counter, Piper nearby, I felt an overwhelming need to embrace the girl. I turned to her as she started to head for a shower, taking firm hold of her body and pulling it against mine, squeezing the girl tight. I tried to force away the knot in my stomach at what might lie ahead.

We hugged for so long that Piper said quietly, "What's wrong, Uncle Patrick?"

"I just... needed to hold you, that's all..."

"Awww," she said with an obvious smile, "I love when you hold me..."

I pulled back, kissed her lips lightly, then more passionately. I could smell her body, the ripe, sweaty scent so perfectly Piper. I was overcome with lust suddenly, the enormity of the potential loss of Piper driving me with raw desire. She didn't resist, letting me fondle her bottom over her tight leggings before I rolled them down and caressed her flesh directly. Her scent was stronger, more animalistic in my nose. I inhaled and moaned as I turned her, bent her over a chair, and pressed my face right between her buttocks.

I sniffed her heady, raw odors, soon stroking my cock as I inhaled and licked the eleven-year old's special places. I nearly stood and shoved myself into Piper, the thought throbbing in my mind, her little sex dripping from arousal and my saliva, but her words kept me from following through, "I wanna orgasm you, Uncle Patrick... with my mouth..."

She spun around before I could respond, giggling. I rose to my feet and Piper dropped down, licking the sides of my cock a moment as I pushed my slacks down further. Taking her head in my hands, I guided her onto my length until no more would fit in her mouth. "God... Piper... Oh, God..."

The girl began to suck me, gripping the base of my penis with her hand, using her neck to slide her lips back and forth, drawing out my pleasure, each cycle sending fresh bliss into me. I groaned loudly as she hummed, vibrating my groin.

I knew I was close as soon as Piper gagged lightly from my glans hitting the back of her throat. "God... Cumming... Cumming, Piper! Uhhhhhnnnn!"

I choked her with my first spurt and she had to pull off, cum flying onto her lips and cheeks, more splashing on her arm as she tried to hold onto my cock. She blinked and sputtered as I ejaculated wildly, then giggled and said, "You're shootin' it everywhere!"

I laughed even as my cock leaked cream onto Piper's waiting tongue, the girl recovered enough to lap up a couple of bubbles of my spunk and swallow it.

I may have orgasmed strongly, but I hadn't been fully sated. I grabbed Piper around the waist and carried her up to sit on the counter, dragged down her leggings even further, and buried my face between her thighs.

Piper moaned as she rocked against me, my tongue moving up and down, probing her little hairless vagina before sliding lower to tease and pressed against her tiny wrinkled anus. Up and down, I licked, slurping where she'd grown wet, bringing a finger up, the child's ripe, raw odors strong in my senses, her intense, pungent flavors coating my tongue. Piper started to orgasm just seconds after I worked a finger up her tight butthole and slid it in and out a few times, the fleshy muscle dragging along when I partially withdrew. "Mmmmmm... Uhhh... Mmmm... Uhhhh... Uhhh... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!... Yeaaaahhh... Ohhhh..."

I ate Piper's pussy and ass until she tried to push me away, only then breaking from my spell and feeling a little guilty about how strongly I'd taken her. We kissed a moment, then Piper told me, "Mmm... that was fun..." she giggled. "Your face is stinky!"

"I smell like you..."

"And I'm stinky!"

"I love the way you stink," I grinned.

She smiled, blinking, "I know. You're weird."

Piper wasn't protesting, though, as we continued to kiss. I rubbed her scents onto her face and felt a little disappointment when she said she wanted to go shower. I patted her beautiful teardrop bottom before she left and thought hard about how much longer I could go before I just had to show Piper how desperately I desired her. To penetrate her was a fantasy which was then constantly pounding in my head, even after my powerful orgasm.

- - -

Piper was focused the next morning, no time for cuddles or distractions. She worked on her routine for that evening's competition for an hour before she ate breakfast with me, then was right back at her practice. I checked in with Marilyn to see if any assignments after Sydney were in my queue. I knew Sydney could be very difficult, and I was torn between wanting a new gig to distract me and wishing I could just lay low and be depressed in my apartment for a couple of weeks.

She told me I was going to Monaco for a royal birthday event. "Should be... the twenty-third and fourth. Couple of days between Sydney and Monaco."

"So it's been assigned? I'm not seeing it in the portal..."

Marilyn replied, "Doing it now, sorry, running behind today."

"No problem."

"You doin' okay?"

I hesitated, the question outside the scope of her conversation, "Uh... fine..."

"Good, good... I worried when you weren't feeling well last night."

I'd forgotten that I'd declined Marilyn's request to come over by feigning illness. "Oh, yeah... just a bit of indigestion..."

"Assuming you're flying out tomorrow for Sydney... any plans tonight?"

"Err... taking Piper to a competition nearby... just a dance thing..."

"Oh, that sounds lovely..."

I knew she was waiting for an invitation. I debated ignoring her. Nothing more than wanting to be friendly in mind, I said, "Care to come join us?"

"I'd love that..."

"I, uh... was gonna cab it..."

"What time is it?"

I replied, "She needs to be there at six-thirty."

"Oh, I can come get you, no problem..."

"Thanks, uh," I paused, then said, "we're out early on Friday, so... won't have any time for hanging out, I'm afraid." I hoped it would be enough to let Marilyn know I wasn't interested in her coming back to my place again that night, whatever the excuse.

"Oh, sure, I get it. No problem at all."

- - -

Admittedly, it was nice to not have to take a cab or the hired driver services and travel a little more easily where we needed to go. Not having a car was never really an issue when it was just me, but with Piper in tow, it would have been handy. Marilyn giving us a ride saved me a decent amount of cab fare and saved time, as well. She parked outside the community center where the dance competition was to be held. We'd arrived in time for Piper to sprint ahead, getting in to the changing rooms by flashing her team identification card. It was free to attend, though I slipped a twenty into the jar which asked for donations to keep the teams and competitions going.

Inside, there were about a hundred people gathered in the tiered seating which went up about six rows and more than half-wrapped around the decent-sized rectangle stage. A few hands were working around the edges, taking care of last minute details.

Marilyn took a seat and I pulled out my camera. I planned to capture the event much like I did anything else. It was personal, though, not a gig, just for me and Piper and maybe her teammates to enjoy. Marilyn asked if I took photos all the time and I admitted that I really didn't do much outside of work any more, but I liked to photograph anything Piper was doing, especially competitions.

"She's quite an energetic one, isn't she? Much like me at that age, I think," Marilyn said.

"Did you dance?"

"Sure, that's how I ended up doing the ModelLight shows. I loved to dance, still do, honestly. Do you dance, Patrick?"

I cringed but tried not to be obvious in not wanting to be asked leading questions, "Err... nah. Not my thing."

"Not good at it, or not enjoying it? I can teach you to dance..."

"Not enjoying it," I said a little more tersely than was necessary. I recovered by saying, "I checked earlier... still not seeing Monaco in the portal... I need to get things arranged tonight, if possible."

She looked confused. "I swear I did that earlier." Marilyn pulled out a tablet, opened our assignments app, and confirmed that Monaco was not in my list. "Losing my mind, apparently... One sec."

The buzz of my phone signaled the email sent out by Marilyn assigning me a gig. "Thanks," I told her. "Gonna be a long few days."

"Sydney tomorrow, that's a long flight."

"Very. I've done it once before out of LAX, so it's not too bad as some others I've taken, like... Rio to Hong Kong? Who the hell thought that was a good back-to-back?"

Marilyn laughed, "Me, probably. I really don't think about that stuff too much. I just make sure the program thinks you have time to get there."

"Never traveled much?"

She shrugged, "Not really, no. Couple times as a kid for the competitions, but beyond that... never really did..."

"You do any traveling and you start to think about things like long flights, layovers in unfriendly places, customs lines, all that stuff."

"Some days, Patrick," Marilyn said, "I really wish I had your job. It must be really thrilling, going all around the world to do something you love. I wish I could travel and see what you see..."

I had no doubt her last thought referred to little girls in skimpy outfits or wearing even less. "Yeah... I hear ya'," I replied, not really knowing what to say.

The competition was ready to begin, the sponsor giving a quick introduction to the event. It would consist of individual dances, rewarding top three places for three age categories as well as team results based on the combined scores of each team's four registered participants. Panther Studios had seven girls competing, four of which were considered the core team. Piper wasn't on that list, too new to bump anyone off, but I had almost no doubt that her talent would quickly see her replacing a less-talented teammate.

There were four teams, a total of twenty-six competitors. The orders were drawn randomly, judges were in place, and the lights around the seats were lowered, the first girl taking the stage.

- - -

The dancers varied in age, from a girl who looked no older than seven or eight, to a young woman who was probably old enough to drive and date. Most of them were rather pretty, though some more so than others. A couple of the girls were chubby, though most were slender or average in size. The heaviest girl, probably about twelve or thirteen, was one of the better dancers and the crowd gave her a rather warm, encouraging applause when she finished.

There was a variety of dances, some slow and careful, others more robust and energetic. The outfits were team uniforms, somewhat tight but not form-fitting except with the more busty girls, and even then, the designs were tasteful. Nothing like the routines and outfits the girls at the ModelLight events would display.

Piper took the stage and she glowed. Maybe I'm biased, but even so, I could feel the confidence and excitement as soon as she started moving. It was a graceful, punctuated combination of long strides and twirls and leaps, a steady, pounding rhythm of Piper's feet as the rather generic background music faded away in my ears, leaving only Piper's footsteps in my mind. I been taking photos of each girl throughout the competition, but I was extra attentive to Piper as she did a split back into a spin, then flipped head-over-heals and twirled around the stage.

The crowd cheered loudly when she was through, the girl holding a pose which showed off her tremendous flexibility and balance. She waved enthusiastically, bowed, then, with sweat on her brow, skirted off the stage so the next performer could take her place.

- - -

"And, first place in the nine-to-twelve division, Piper Olivier!"

I hooted and cheered, so delighted to see Piper accept her ribbon, a simple gold-painted medal on a cheap green strap. She looked absolutely thrilled by her win, and her teammates all gave her big hugs when she left the stage. I wondered if the team would have finished in a top spot if Piper had been one of the four registered for the combined results, the Panther Studios crew finishing below second (they did not announce the order of the lower two teams.) Regardless, they were all excited when the parents and supporters gathered around them to offer hugs and congratulations.

Marilyn whispered to me while we waited to get closer to Piper, "She is amazing, Patrick! Oh, my gosh, how I'd love to see her in Sydney!"

I didn't reply, trying to ignore the numerous times that night when Marilyn had tried to open up the possibility of a relationship with me. Always indirectly, of course, but there was no doubt her offers to donate to the team, or to attend future competitions to see Piper, or to maybe try to travel somewhere soon and did I have any suggestions and would I be interested in showing her around there, that she was trying to hook me into a date of some sort.

Piper saw me finally and pushed through the crowd, slapping a big embrace around my body. I squeezed her and said, "You did great, Piper! So proud of you!"

"Thanks... I had fun! See my medal?" She pulled it out from her chest and smiled as I turned it over in my hand.

"Perfect. I'm sure it won't be the last one."

"Oh, I know," she said, "I have medals and trophies and stuff, just from a long time ago... I can't believe I won, though!"

I smiled and Marilyn offered congratulations, repeating her desire to come see Piper dance when she's in town. Piper thought that sounded great, but she knew nothing about the problem I had with Marilyn trying to get closer to me.

Standing there, watching Marilyn lean in for a hug against Piper, I nearly stopped breathing.

Was Marilyn after me? Or was she after Piper? Jesus, I had no idea! The woman had certainly been pretty interested in the pictures of the little girls in Milton's magazines. Maybe, instead of wanting a relationship with me, maybe she was using me to get closer to Piper!

I fought for breath a moment, then tried to calm down. I wouldn't let anyone get that close to Piper, not Marilyn, not anyone.

She was mine. Only mine.

The pangs of jealousy throbbed for just a few seconds. I'd felt it so strongly that I hated my response. Piper wasn't mine, not like that. She was free to do as she wished, honestly, though I would go out of my way to stop any other adult's attempt to seduce her. But the ownership, the possession I felt regarding Piper was disturbing, even if the result was an otherwise-justifiable aversion to letting Marilyn, or anyone, use me to get to Piper.

I was sweating, the heat in the room starting to make me nauseous, so I told Marilyn, "We have a real early flight tomorrow..."

"Oh, of course, of course! I'm ready when you are."

"Piper," I told the girl, "hate to break you out, but we do have to leave well before dawn in the morning."

"I know, it's okay. Lemme say bye..."

- - -

Marilyn dropped us off and I locked the door behind us after thanking her for the ride. She once more said she wished she could see Piper's upcoming performance in Sydney, but I largely ignored her and wished her a good drive home.

I didn't mention any of my concerns about Marilyn to Piper, and I continued to hold back the contents of the letter we'd gotten from the girl's mother. Piper showered while I packed, then we switched places. She picked out the new outfit we'd bought her for the new routine she would do in Australia and carefully added it to her suitcase. I had to say, Piper was a professional packer. She took only what she really needed and, maybe, one backup outfit each for the competition and for casual wearing. I daresay I was as conscientious, though I, too, was conservative when it came to loading up a bag I'd both have to carry long distances and risk losing along the way.

Bags placed beside the front door, I made us a snack to take with us of what was left of the fresh fruit, tucking it into the fridge, then finding Piper already snug in our bed.

Our bed.

I felt horror knowing it might be the last night we'd share our bed. I couldn't let myself dwell on that truth, the sorrow I felt was already making me sick. I tried to reject the concept outright, trying to remain ignorant, but my mind didn't work that way, instead sinking into a deep and mournful existence as I lay next to Piper and held her as she fell asleep.

- - -

Usually, flights leaving LAX and heading to places like Sydney or Auckland left late at night, arriving two calendar days later with the date line in the middle of the trip. Quantus added a couple of morning flights that summer, which allowed Piper and I to leave on Friday morning and get into Sydney before midnight on Saturday. Regardless of when the flight left or arrived, it was a long slog for every traveller.

The economy cabin was setup with rows of three-three-and-three. Piper and I were in the middle, one of us in the aisle seat, the other in the center. It wasn't nearly as bad a layout as the ones which had five seats in the middle column. The flight was long and, other than a bit of turbulence somewhere over the nearly boundless Pacific, we landed in Sydney late on Saturday weary but having gotten some decent sleep during the trip.

Our hotel was not too far, but by the time we'd cleared customs and picked up our bags, it was well after one when we took a quick shower together and collapsed in bed.

I'd managed to keep my mind off the arrival of Veronica most of the way, but even though I was utterly exhausted, holding Piper's sleeping body to mine, my thoughts decided to roll around with all the sorrow and loss I would certainly feel in the next few days.

- - -

The competition was not until Monday evening, so we had all of Sunday to recover our wits and try to get acclimated to yet another new place. Normally, I would have thrived on arriving in a great city with time to explore a bit. New places or ones I knew well, I enjoyed being somewhere different regularly. Normally, I would have been enthusiastically suggesting we do some sightseeing. But as we sat at the cafe downstairs in the hotel eating a late breakfast, I could barely managed to shovel oatmeal into my mouth without feeling the urge to throw up.

"What's wrong?" Piper asked, pausing her spoon in mid-motion.

I shook my head.

"Tell me... Please..."

I supposed it would have to happen some time. We were just a day-and-a-half away from the return of her mother and I wasn't sure it would be better for Piper to see her mom in the moments before she had to perform. What sort of mindfuck that might be, I didn't know, but I thought telling her that morning was the kindest thing I could do. It just was not easy to tell her the truth.

I finally worked my throat enough to scratch out, "I got a letter the other day... from your mom..."

Piper's eyes went wide and her spoon drooped into her bowl with a loud, splattering clang. "Mommy?!"

"She, uh... she might be here... in Sydney... she was gonna try..."

Piper looked happy and excited, "Oh, good! I miss Mommy sooooo much."

I swallowed my sorrow and tried to bask in Piper's happiness. I had mixed results.

Piper noticed my reservations, then I saw her eyes turn down, "That means..."

"I think so..."

She looked up at me, her lip quivering, eyes drawing tight and shimmering, "That means... oh... no..."

I held her against me as she started to cry softly, whimpering. I tried to shush her, politely nodding when a waiter came over to check on the girl.

"It'll be okay, Piper..."

"But I won't have you..."

"I know..."

She looked up with me with wide, red eyes, "Doesn't that just break your heart?"

My own lips trembled as I responded, "Completely..."

I managed to put the bill on our hotel tab and get us back to the room. We cried together for some time, pretty much until we were so dry we had to drink tap water to calm down. I hurt all over for the loss I would soon feel. Piper clearly did, too, no matter how much she wanted to see her mother. She tried again to suggest that maybe, maybe if things went okay, we could all be together, but I didn't acknowledge her weak attempt to revive that fantasy, and pretty soon, Piper understood it was very unlikely.

"You'll never orgasm me again..."

I couldn't respond.

"Uncle Patrick," she said, sniffling, "please sex me before Mommy comes for me..."

I groaned, the lump in my throat solid and thick. Part of me wanted nothing else in the world. A diminishing part of me thought this was the very worst time to do such a thing.

"Please... Lena got to pick the person she sexed with first... I want to, too... I only want it to be you to sex me, Uncle Patrick... please... please..."

"Okay."

The word might have slid out on its own, or I might have had a rather strong intention behind it when it did. Either way, it was obvious what was to come and I felt a little calmer suddenly.

"Okay," I repeated, grabbing a tissue and blowing my nose, then offering a clean one to Piper. "But not like this. Not sad, like we are. We've still got some hours left, right? Most of the day left today. Tomorrow, we'll be busy getting you ready... But today, today we have each other and time to do it right..."

"So... what do you want to do?"

"Let's go have some fun together. Let's go walk and explore and eat and take some photos. Let's forget, for a while, what might happen and have some fun... Then... later... I think I'll finally be ready to make love with you, Piper... I love you so much..."

We kissed a moment, lips wet with salty tears, but I think we both felt a little relief to find seconds pass by and still have the other in our arms. It let it be a little easier to forget the sorrow. It was there, to be sure, but I was determined that Piper and I were going set up her first time with far less crying and much more good fun.

- - -

The most obvious thing to do was to go to the harbor where we could see the lovely bridge and the Opera House. We boarded a boat which took a cruise around the area and tried to relax and enjoy our time together. What was to come still weighed on me, and I found it difficult to completely let go and think only about the moment. Piper, too, was less enthusiastic than normal. I could have explained both with travel fatigue and jet lag, but I knew there was a depth to our melancholy which was more personal.

After the cruise, we walked near the harbor, soon eating burgers quietly in the early evening. The meal felt dry and thick going down my throat, and neither Piper nor I ate more than half of our sandwiches. I caught a cab to take us to a nice park. I took Piper's hand and we strolled amid beautiful trees and bushes, most of the flowering plants not vibrant in the middle of the Southern Hemisphere winter.

I think my anguish and steadily-returning sadness left me not thinking all that straight. In a tightly-enclosed pathway, surrounded by high bushes, I pulled Piper to me and pushed my lips to hers. I felt her need, her sadness, in her kiss. For how long we held together, I don't recall. I didn't so much snap out of my carefree mindset as decide I wanted to find somewhere even more private.

I led her down the path and pulled behind a thick line of trees. Distantly hoping we were well hidden, I pushed Piper gently against a thick trunk and kissed her again. My hand was between her legs, fondling her genitals over her tight leggings. Piper moaned, caught up with me in the moment. I slid my hand under her bottoms and caressed her sex directly, the girl's wetness coating my fingers. I smelled her excitement, matched only by my own. We would probably have had sex right then had we not heard laughter, footsteps, which caused us to pull back and move away from the strolling park visitors.

My mind was a blur of desire and fear, the swirling miasma of loss I would soon face battling the overwhelming need to fully join with Piper before it was too late. I needed her. I felt in her grasping fingers, as we walked hand-in-hand, her need for me. I didn't care if anyone noticed the look on my face, the desire there, the way we sweated, flushed, unable to let go our pounding rush to mate, Piper's expression showing me clearly what I knew was matched in my own.

It took a cab ride, another blur, to return us to our hotel. We rushed along the hallway after sharing an excruciating elevator ride with two young men who otherwise ignored us, thankfully. I briefly wondered if they, too, smelled Piper's excitement. I was too far along to care. My mind seemed to reason that the risks we'd taken, the risks we continued to take with our caressing fingers held together, only showed our deep desires to be with each other, our deep love, our connection, our mutual pleasure which neither of us could control. We were damn lucky to shut ourselves in the hotel room and find our lips pressed together again as I backed Piper onto the bed.

"Do you want this?" I asked Piper, knowing she knew what this would mean.

"Yes..." the girl replied, breathless, flushed and sweaty.

"Do you want this?" I repeated, needing to hear it again, needing to be sure that what we were about to do would be the only right thing in the world in that moment.

"Yes... I want it in me, Uncle Patrick... Please..."

I moaned as I swelled, dragging down Piper's leggings and panties, her scent strongly arousing, her dark-pink folds swollen and looking raw, slick, ready for what we both wanted to happen.

I knelt down and licked her then, needing to taste her arousal first. I found Piper ready, so ready. I tasted it on her pussy, on her sweaty thighs, inside her tight virgin hole. She moaned her pleasure, eyes half-open, watching me, her fingers clawing my hair.

"Do you," I asked one more time, panting, "do you really want this, Piper? With me? Right now?"

"Yes... please..." she said urgently, her voice straining, not that of a little girl but a young woman in heat, caught up in what we were doing, lost in our shared, needful touches and kisses and intimate bonding.

I pushed down my pants, freeing my cock to bob just over Piper's hairless Mons. "When you're ready," I said, leaning over the girl and kissing her lips, "put me inside you..."

Piper never hesitated. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and tug on it. Warm, wet heat surrounded my glans and I moaned. Piper pulled more and I felt her snug hole begin to stretch, her thighs spread wide around me. My body jerked on it's own and the head of my dick popped into Piper's cunt.

She groaned, "Whooooa..." her air came out in a whoosh, then Piper blinked, caught her breath, and added, "That feels big!"

I pushed forward without thinking and Piper's hairless cunt stretched tighter around me, so hot that it felt unreal. She was wet and slick, her vagina tiny but able to consume me. I pressed myself down, kissing her, feeling the swirl of desire and emotional chaos in her lips, the same, I was sure, which was in mine.

"I'm inside you!" I told her, not believing it was really happening, "Oh, God... Piper..."

"Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..."

We started to mate, not as gently as I'd always pictured it, but steady, working myself deeper, deeper, soon, most of my penis inside Piper's no-longer-virgin pussy. Her face was flushed reddish-brown, sweaty, her lips swollen, above and below. One hand was on my arm, the other around my neck. I desperately wanted her to feel the pleasure which was growing in me with each straining thrust through her tight channel.

My hand slid down her body between us, and Piper's clit was as hard as I'd ever felt, barely reachable from how her slit had folded in with my penetration of her vagina. My index finger, coated quickly with Piper's sweat and arousal, began to twirl her button and Piper arched her back against me as I thrust, thrust, thrust. "God, Piper! Uhnnn..."

She moaned, breathing fast, "Mmm... Mmm... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..."

Our bodies were a blur. I was consumed by my young lover, her sweat was my sweat, her shudders were my shudders, her cries of pleasure were an extension of my own. I twirled her clit until I felt her little vagina clenching tighter, tighter, almost forcing me out. I redoubled my thrusts, pushing into Piper's hairless hole and stretching her to push deeper, deeper, plunging deeper, deeper. A slick mess was already between her legs, smacking wetly each time I jerked my hips forward, each time my penis was rewrapped by Piper's silky vagina.

She shuddered, trembled, her legs rising up around me, straightening in the air, her body slippery as we rutted. Piper's eyes closed tight, she moaned a moment, lost in our mating, then the girl opened again, staring at me, her expression full of love, pleasure, and trust, her lips forming a beautiful circle as she began to orgasm.

I felt her body stiffen and jerk and I didn't slow my hips or my fingers dancing over her little nub. Piper came in long, urgent waves, "Whooooa! Whooooooaah! Oh! Oh! Whoooooooah! Oh... Oh... Whooooooooaaa... Mmmmmm... mmmm..."

Nothing in the world could have stopped me from filling Piper right then, right then, right then. I bellowed and grunted, my penis swollen, on fire. I barely felt myself ejaculating inside the child's pussy as pleasure and strain and desperate love were all I knew. Over long moments I emptied myself into Piper, but we didn't stop moving, her vagina just a little looser, more slippery, my cum churning and leaking out of her hole.

We continued to mate, humping, slowing just a bit as we kissed, both of us panting hard, bodies coated with salty sweat. I pulled back, standing, bringing Piper with me, holding her up in the air as her thighs clamped around my hips, her knees holding fast, her arms around my neck, my fingers cupping Piper's soft bottom. I fucked her from below, pumping myself into her, the child's body mine to consume. Her weight in my arms added urgency, tension, as I thrust, thrust, thrust, my sperm and Piper's wetness sliding down over my balls and thighs.

I turned and rolled onto my back on the bed, my lower legs down and over the side, bringing Piper onto her knees, straddling me. As if she'd been doing it all her life, Piper got the idea and began to ride me, ride me, moaning, a look of love and bliss in her expression. I let her fuck me while I strained again, another load already starting to rise up out of me, drawn out so, so wonderfully by Piper's tight little cunt.

She pulled up her tucked knees, rising a little onto her feet, bringing her hips back down, Piper's eleven-year old pussy taking me deep again, deep, the heat between her legs like a fire I couldn't resist, the only heat in the world which could warm me, which could make me whole. I began to meet her falling hips, timing it so that we almost slammed together, her cunt taking my penetration, though incredibly tight and stretched about as far as it could.

Piper started to orgasm, shuddering, eyes closed tight, her hands in balls on my chest as she worked her hips up and down my length, "Ohhh... Ohhh... Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh..."

Her climax sent her over to one side and I was moving with her, only slipping from her twitching cunt for a few dreadful seconds before I was once more over Piper, inside her, thrusting rapidly into her young body, cum coating her crotch and thighs, and mine as well. I plunged into her tight hole, feeling her stretch, feeling just a hint of her soreness, of her discomfort. Piper didn't want me to stop, though. No, her arms pulled my shoulders down to her, down, our lips pressed together, and in a few more unbelievable thrusts, I emptied myself into Piper a second time, pumping my seed deep into her velvety cunt, my nuts throbbing with release, me humming into our kiss long after the last drop of cum had spurted out of my penis and into Piper's body.

For the longest time, we held together, me rolling to one side, my cock slipping free, sore, Piper's dark-pink pussy now reddish, swollen, raw. Cum leaked freely from her freshly-fucked gape. I saw no blood, thankfully. Piper cocked a leg over my hip and drew herself to me fully, embracing me as I hugged her, "God, Piper... Oh, my god!"

She giggled warmly, lips near my ear, "You sexed with me, Uncle Patrick! We did it!"

"I love you so, so much Piper!"

"I love you, Uncle Patrick..."

I couldn't find other words, sentiments which should be said in that moment. Lingering in the back of my thoughts were Veronica and all the fears surrounding her return. But for the moment, the intense moments I'd just shared with my young lover, her virginity given with love and desire, her body offered to me, consumed by me, kept the darker thoughts at bay. Holding Piper, nothing but the girl mattered in my heart and mind. I stroked her hair, teased out a few tangles, kissed her all over her face and neck and shoulders, sucking gently on her nipples, touching her everywhere I could reach. She jerked a little when one of my fingers stroked her raw pussy, the girl clearly sore, though she didn't stop me from touching her. I did so lightly and just for a few moments, smearing the cum I found between her legs all over her bottom and thighs and hips.

The room smelled of little girl pussy, warm sperm, and briny sweat. Piper's scents were thick in my nose, in my brain. I loved inhaling against her neck, taking in her scent, squeezing her slender body to mine. If she weren't so sore, I would have penetrated her again right then.

It wasn't so much that we drifted off to sleep as we let the world collapse around us, Piper not letting me go, not even when it was clear her arm had become numb. I shifted her slightly, scooping her body back into mine. I could feel wet, cool spunk on her soft bottom when she pushed it against my groin. I was rather, sore, too, and I felt it as a dull burn when I began to rise against her body. I ignored it and soon Piper was sleeping soundly in my arms, the girl having pushed back as far against me as she possibly could. I struggled somewhere between sleep and waking for some time, buzzing from the thrill of the night, buzzing from the terror of what was to come for us. I'm not sure when I finally succumbed to weariness, but my dreams were deep and featured Piper opening herself to me, again and again, taking me inside her and consuming me with her love.

Patrick, Male, 25

	- Narrator, professional photographer

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

Piper, Female, 11

	- Child model, apprentice photographer

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

Marilyn, Female, mid-thirties

	- Supervisor of Patrick

	- 5'4, olive-beige skin, 115lbs, brown eyes, light-brown hair over neck