Lyna, Female, 7

	- Rich beige skin, 4'0, 50lbs, long medium-brown hair to mid-back

"Uncle Rick," my niece Lyna called to me, "come on!"

"On my way," I told her as I eased off the couch and headed into her bedroom.

One weekend a month I watched my niece so that my sister and her husband could have some time to themselves. Lyna was seven now, and though sweet and polite, she could also be a handful, often full of energy, precocious, constantly seeking my attention. I adored her, and she loved me. My relationship with my little niece was quiet special and I looked forward to the one Friday evening each month when her parents dropped her off to spend a couple of nights playing our fun private games together.

I was the de facto babysitter for Lyna, but we'd developed something a little more adult over the past two years, doing things together that many men like me only dreamed about.

Stepping into her bedroom, I saw that Lyna was stretching on her bed, legs spread wide, the tight leggings she wore held fast against her slender calves and lower thighs. My niece's bedroom was what you might expect for a seven-year old. Lots of brightly-colored posters and stuffed animals and toys. She had numerous pillows on the bed, the top blanket featuring broad rainbows with animated ponies and dogs and yellow and blue creatures I couldn't identify. Toys were all over the floor, as were books and clothing, backpack and shoes and games with the pieces randomly sprinkled in the general vicinity of their boxes.

Lyna was fairly normal sized for a seven-year old girl, though perhaps a bit slender. She had medium brown hair which came down to her mid-back, held together by a single, multi-twisted scrunchy, a few lighter-brown bangs loose and hanging freely over her rounded forehead. Lyna's face featured pale-red lips a little more full than a girl her age would have normally displayed, her nose slender at the top and spreading out a bit, slightly upturned at the tip, button-cute. Her brown eyes always held a mischievous sparkle to them, like her young brain was always figuring out how to have just a little more fun than her peers.

She wore a grey and cream shirt which hung low down to her mid-thighs, and underneath, she wore her trademark multicolored leggings. These leggings featured bands of color, a dozen or more shades visible from her ankles to where the fabric disappeared up under her overhanging shirt. Her feet were bare, as usual. Lyna had a big grin on her face, and I stirred as she opened her arms and then waved me towards her.

Our little private game was about to begin.

- - -

It started out innocently enough when Lyna was five. A year before that, my sister moved back to our hometown to live with her second husband and the daughter she had from her first marriage, my niece, Lyna. I was able to help them out with some babysitting duties, plus, I really liked spending time with Lyna, even before our games started.

At first, things were normal between us. But I began to notice that I had some erotic notions about my niece. I checked out her little butt when she bent over, I stared when she undressed to change clothes. I started sniffing her dirty panties and jerking off into them. When she cuddled with me on the couch or when we slept in my bed, I liked to stroke her hair. Gentle and loving, it was. There was something about Lyna that just made me want to touch her, even if it was just her pretty brown hair or her soft cheeks or her neck.

One day not long after she turned five, Lyna decided she liked to wear leggings, those tight, often stretched fabrics hugging her little bubble butt so deliciously that I loved her choice in fashion. I started commenting on them, telling Lyna how much I like them, and she adored my attention.

It began with her modeling for me. She'd show me one pair of leggings on her, then she'd strip them off, right in front of me, to put on another pair. I convinced her I could judge her better if she didn't wear any panties, and so she started removing those almost as soon as she came over to my house. God, the visuals I got of sweet Lyna's little hairless slit!

She caught me sniffing the crotch of one pair she'd tossed aside before running, naked, to use the toilet. Lyna asked why I was smelling her leggings and I told her the truth, that I liked the way they smelled after they'd touched her body. It made her giggle, but then she grabbed the leggings, put them on, rubbed the fabric all over her legs and thighs and crotch, then yanked them off again, still giggling. I almost came in my pants when I pressed the crotch of the leggings against my nose and caught strong hints of Lyna's pussy as well as fresh, wet urine.

So it became a game we played, just her changing clothes in front of me and me sniffing them. I started excusing myself to use the bathroom, and I'd take her leggings with me, jerking off while inhaling my niece's odors.

Lyna clearly wasn't satisfied by my explanations at some point, and after she'd turned six, she followed me into the bathroom and asked what I was really doing in there. I admitted to her that I was making myself feel good while smelling her scents, and when Lyna asked what I meant, I dropped my pants and showed her.

Over the months, Lyna watched me jerk off many times, never doing more than watching, and I never tried to do more with her, scared shitless that I was already walking too far over the line. She never asked about the cum, though she seemed fascinated by it. Generally, it was like she simply accepted it came out at some point and wasn't quite old enough to think much more about it. I never shot it on her at that age, and there was nothing going on beyond me jerking off and her standing there watching.

But it was Lyna who suggested I start smelling her leggings while they were still on her. She'd bent over her bed and stuck her little six-year old ass up into the air and asked me if they smelled different when they were on her body. God, the way my cock pounded as I dropped to my knees behind her and pressed my nose right into her crotch. The youthful, musky scent was uniquely that of my niece. Warm, young pussy, always mixed with noticeable measure of urine like she didn't wipe properly. I absolutely loved it, and before long, of course, I started jerking off while pushing my nose against her amazing body.

Only once she'd turned seven had we added a twist to our play.

- - -

"I've been wearing these all day," Lyna stated with a grin.

"Did you wear panties?"

She squinted her eyes, smiling, "You know I didn't!"

"Good girl," I purred.

"Wanna smell them right now?"

"God yes...

"So, I was thinkin'," Lyna said, putting her finger to her lips, "that I should, I dunno, get like this?"

My niece dropped onto her knees on the bed and turned around, hands on the mattress, butt in the air, the lovely fabric pressed tightly against her crotch. The way her leggings fit her that night, there was a wedgie forming, a soft, visible cleft between the seven-year old's buttocks which was perfect for what I wanted to try for the first time with her. We'd done some things similar, but this would the closest we'd gotten to simulating sex. I hoped she enjoyed it.

I dropped to my knees behind her and bent down, inhaling against Lyna's crotch. God damn, she smelled so amazing! The scent was raw and heady, ripe with little girl odors, the ever-present urine, but more strongly of her day spent sweating at school and not wearing any panties. The leggings soaked up Lyna's young pussy juice and spread it out for me to sniff greedily. I looked down and could just see a hint of her pudendum, the slight cameltoe captured brilliantly by the multi-colored leggings.

"You smell so good, Princess," I told her, inhaling Lyna's scent.

She giggled, "I knew you'd think so. I kept them on all day!"

"The way you smell is making Uncle Rick really hard today."

"Like that's new!"

"Can I touch it again?" I asked gently. I'd only asked Lyna if I could feel her pussy and ass through her clothing the previous month and she'd agreed.

When she nodded, I pressed my palm against where her hairless pussy rested just under the fabric. The heat from Lyna's sex was intense and I nearly creamed my pants. I stroked her gently. "Does that feel good?"

"Uh-huh." She didn't moan or show any obvious signs that the touches were sexual, but Lyna liked my attention and I enjoyed being able to touch her between her legs. I hadn't yet crossed the line to play with her naked privates, still too worried about the consequences, but for now, this was an amazing compromise as my fingers pressed in the fabric and I felt a little wetness spread out from the contact.

I pulsed in my pants, moving my hand up to caress her young, soft buttocks. The leggings were perfect for touching Lyna's round ass. They stretched and weren't too thick, soft under my fingers, letting me feel the weight and firmness of my niece's buttocks. I squeezed gently a few times, then ran my hand between her legs again.

"You are so beautiful, Lyna... Thank you so much for this gift."

I leaned down to sniff her again and was rewarded with a heady mix of the little girl's odors. My cock begged for release, so I pushed my pants down and took my cock in hand, then let its weight rest in the prominent cleft between my niece's buttocks.

This was new for us. I'd never actually put my dick anywhere on her. Not in her hand. Not against her leg or face or arm. Certainly not on her leggings while she wore them.

Lyna giggled and looked back, smiling, but she said nothing. "I love you, Lyna," I told her sincerely as I felt my cum already trying to force out.

"Love you, Uncle Mike."

I bucked against her, the fabric of the leggings soft and smooth, a channel for my thrust shaped perfecty between Lyna's buttocks. I held her hips and thrust again, again, again. I started to grunt. Lyna just held still and let me build higher, higher. I yanked back and pressed my nose into her leggings, the tip probably sliding between her young labia and pushing the fabric into her little hairless pussy. I inhaled, cum surging up my cock.

I slammed my penis back into the valley between my niece's ass cheeks and thrust, using my hands to press her buttocks together, forming an even-more perfect channel for my movements. I started to boil over, burning, so aroused that when I ejaculated, the first jet flew over Lyna's head and splashed against the wall at the top of her bed. The second spurt hit her hair, a third did as well. I pulsed and burned and pulsed and thrust and came, spurting wildly, squeezing Lyna's buttocks together tighter, tighter, the soft leggings perfectly holding my twitching cock as I damn near coated my niece's hair and shirt with my semen.

I relaxed slightly, unwilling to pull myself away. I caressed Lyna's ass a moment, savoring the feel of the leggings on her body. "I love you, Lyna," I repeated.

She turned back at me, causing some of the cum in her hair to trickle down and coat even more of her mane. Lyna giggled. "You shot it on the wall!"

"I know," I smiled, "because you are so darn sexy!"

"Sexy! I like being sexy," Lyna said, wiggling her butt for effect. She turned back and watched my cum drooling down the wall. "Umm... my back is wet, too."

"Yeah," I replied, "I sort of shot it all over you..."

"Oh. You never did that before..."

"Sorry..."

"It's okay. You were into it, I guess."

"Did it feel okay for you?" I asked.

"Yeah. This pair is pretty soft," she said, referring to her leggings, "so, it felt good, yeah."

I finally stepped up and off the bed, my cock shrinking. I pulled up my pants then took Lyna into my arms and gave her a huge hug, my fingers soon coated in my own sperm. I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine. "Okay, that was fun," she told me, then yawned. "I've been sleepy all day. I just wanted to stay up so you could play with my leggings."

"You are such a sweetheart. My little princess."

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" Lyna asked. Even though she'd been doing so every night at my house since she was five, she always asked.

"Absolutely."

"Well, umm," Lyna said, yawning again, "come on then. I'm tired."

"Let's at least get you out of those clothes. I sort of... messed them..."

Lyna grinned, "Yeah, it kinda feels all sticky."

So we went to my bedroom and I stripped off her clothing, taking one last deep sniff of Lyna's leggings, her odors no less amazing after our games than before. My niece watched me, looking really sleepy. I asked, "Do you want me to wash your hair for you real quick? I shot it in there, too..."

She shrugged, then said, "Nah. I'll do it tomorrow." My niece jumped on the bed, naked, and slipped under the covers quickly. "You coming or what?"

I just smiled. Another wonderful experience with my niece. I wondered when the next obvious steps would be attempted in our relationship. Each night I slept in the same bed with her, the temptation to do more grew stronger and stronger. But for this night, at least, I'd shared an enjoyable moment with her. I'd orgasmed, and sweet Lyna got to be the center of my attention. I crawled into bed and she snuggled up with me. Kissing her cheek, I told her again that I loved her, and soon, my seven-year old niece was snoring softly against my chest.