Chloe is almost an exact miniature of her mother, my sister-in-law, and becomes more so as each day has passed since her fourth year. I met my wife on the first day of college and over time became acquainted with her family including her six year more senior sister and her then four year old daughter.

The first time I met Chloe, on what was to become regular babysitting for me and my future wife, she did little to impress upon me than the annoying qualities of a four year old child. My teenage head had little else upon it then making out with my newly found girlfriend and this 3 foot concentration of energy did little to help.

It wasn't that I was not already predisposed to passions directed towards a younger population, but seldom had I really encountered many beyond the glass of a computer screen. This desires have been something I have struggled with over the years and I constantly question as to why they have become inherent in me. As a preteen of ten or eleven in the tumultuous time of puberty, it is understandable to fantasise about your peers at school, after all they are your age, but I never seemed to outgrow this. Perhaps it was because it took me a little longer to'grow into myself.'

Until the end of high school I was the quiet retiring obese child of the class who could do little more with the opposite sex then befriend them to the point of invisibility. Upon losing the weight and discarding the smothering shroud of shyness I promptly met my wife and here we are seven years later. Whilst her womanly figure and our teenage fondlings were forever occupying my lust, my head was still intrigued by all the preteen girls I had never had a chance with.

The internet is a dangerous thing, capable of fuelling a multitude of sins and casting the intrepid explorer deep into a pit that is hard to climb out of. And this is what became of me as the wealth of sexually perverse preteen imagery found its way upon my computer screens and I became hooked. Depicted in vivid reality before me were the things I had so desired as a youngster but were inevitably out of my grasp, and I knew they should still be out of my grasp, but that just fuelled it further. My knowledge of the illegality and the ethical horror made me crave it ever more and it became an all consuming addiction. Yet never have I attempted to move it beyond the digital world.

I love children, I really do, and I look forward to the day I become a father, not through any sick twisted desires but because I desire the challenge of helping them become the best people they can be. That is not to say I will not desire them outside of what is considered normal paternally, but I will definitely not act upon these desires for fear that it will squander my ultimate goal in their upbringing. And this I am certain will always be the case with any child upon this earth.

The passion still burns inside though, and never more so then when I look upon my niece. As I alluded to above she has her beautiful mother's looks, with perfectly proportioned features, striking blue eyes set off against a mousy brown tangle of long hair, a mouth that bears innocence and seductiveness as only little girls can.

Her mother is full and voluptuous and another considerable point of imagery when I take to relieving myself of my passions. Whether unknowingly or not she chooses to wear clothes ever so slightly too small so that I have frequently been treated to glimpses of the cleft of her full arse or the softs mounds of her breasts. It became a favourite activity of mine when babysitting at her house to route through her laundry and find her worn panties full of her womanly scent.

Whilst her mother's womanly body is enough to set me off, her daughter's pre-pubertal body sets me off even further. She has always been small for her age and so whilst others in her class at the age of ten begin the dive into their future figures, Chloe still retains her childish form. As a six foot man, she raises no more than to the bottom of my breastbone and she is still as light as a feather to pick up. As lean as a small boy, her body has not yet begun to acquire her mother's curves, yet her handful of buttocks still jut out seductively when she wears her girlish leggings. Her breasts are little more than the ever slight protrusion of her nipples which decorate her olive skin, covered all over with young light downy hair.

Not yet fully into puberty I have the good fortune that she has not developed a teenagers shyness of her naked body and it is not an uncommon occurrence for her to strip off in front of me and her family in the living room before changing into her pyjamas for bedtime. I have become somewhat skilful at appearing to be interested in the ongoings of whatever television programme whilst drinking in her beautiful naked preteen form, and my most treasured prize is the view of what lies between her slender legs.

A hairless preteen pubis leading into small plump lips is one of the most beautiful and erotic sights I have ever seen. A woman's can be something ugly to behold but never have I seen this infliction in a preteen. Nothing more than a smooth slit framed by those inviting lips, before the hormones have had a chance to deform and reveal what lies inside. The closed nature never revealing what is inside makes it ever more enticing to me, and it always requires my full strength to not let out a moan of desire when she sits on the living room floor and raises her legs so that she may pull on her panties and in doing so revealing that beautiful closed bud. I imagine it to smell like her childish skin with none of her mother's womanly scent, perhaps the faint hint of urine which I could clean off with my tongue whilst my fingers seek that immature and tiny entrance. Nothing else gets me as hard as this thought. I so wish I could release my desire on to those lips, but I get ahead of myself.

We have always been very close, I feel I may be the only one in the family who is still aware of what it is like to be a developing being lost somewhere between childhood and adolescence. To this end I speak to her as an adult and not a child, with the latter only ever bringing about rebellious immaturity. I responded to my dad in the same way growing up whenever he would try to lecture me, whereas I would intently listen and obey my mother just for the fact she would take the time to talk and explain things to me.

It was too late however when my mother questioned me about my knowledge of the'birds and the bees'. The playground had already kindled an intrigue in me as to the human intimacy that I hungrily searched for in the playground of the internet. By the age of 12 I was already a porn addict and had become quite adept at the purging of internet histories. Much of my early teenage years were spent furiously masturbating either by myself or with my best friend, of whom I had a typically confused adolescent crush on. It is one of my regrets in life that we never went beyond masturbating in each other's company, but I suppose that is a different fantasy to tell.

And so in my somewhat honorary role of knowledgable guardian to Chloe, I was quite troubled to hear her mother had no intention of explaining anything of growing up to her daughter. Growing up as a male adolescent is difficult enough, but I imagine those of the female persuasion have even more to endure. To be left to become entangled in this web of confusion alone is something I do not believe anybody should have to go through. I approached her mother and asked that I be allowed to'have the talk' with her so that she might grow up knowing the facts and none of the hearsay that can cloud a person's judgement. I believe she was indifferent to the matter, not seeing the need but understanding my desire to do so (not my full desire mind you).

It is amazing the lack of books that exist on this topic for young people, or at least those you can find on the shelf in the local bookstore. I suppose the internet has become the place to acquire this information, but nevertheless I purchased what the bookstore had including two colourful books with the titles'Let's Talk About Where Babies Come From' and'What's Happening to Me?'. They are actually quite well written and explain everything needed without any of the embarrassment and rubbish that most parents dose out.

My wife is as prude as the rest of her family and whilst she thought it was something which must be done, preferred to stay out of it. She abhors talking about sex with me never mind her 10 year old niece, a product I suppose of her family never talking about such matters. The date was therefore set for when she would be out with her work colleagues and Chloe would come and stay at our house for the evening when we could begin our studies...

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Chloe and I bid my wife goodbye as she left to join her friends on one of her many work-dos'. My niece was as happy as ever to be staying at ours and away from the arguments that forever fill her house. I wasn't sure whether her mother had told her anything of the reason I wanted her to come and stay so I tentatively asked her what she wanted to do.

'Can we watch Toy Story 3 again?' was her excited child-like response, framed in that tantalising smile.

Never one for refusing to watch a Toy Story film, we spent the running of the film cuddled up on the couch, her head resting on my chest so that the scent of her hair would softly rise with my inhale and stir within me a thousand passions.

I never get over how lithe she is, and as my hand rested upon her waist I imagined what it would be like to feel it all over. Her T-shirt had ridden up slightly in her bid to find the most comfortable spot next to me and I was treated to a glimpse of her olive skin around her naval. I imagined it tasting sweet and the smoothness against my tongue.

After the obligatory shed of a tear that comes with the end of Toy Story 3, she enquired as to our next plans.

'Well I thought I might teach you about something, don't worry nothing boring, but something that you should know about at your age.'

'Like what?'

'Well how much do you know about sex?' There was of course the inevitable giggling and the uncertainty of how to respond. I knew she must know something of sex, or at least a vague inkling of the nature of it, and whilst I longed to hear her innocently utter words on the subject, I thought I would save her the embarrassment and continued the introduction to my lesson.

'Well your 10 now, and it's about this time that you're going to start learning about sex from your friends at school. Your also going to start going through something called puberty where your body starts to grow more and become more like your mum's and things can get a bit confusing.'

She still had that childlike smirk on her face, tinged with just a little surprise that an adult was talking to her about it. I went and retrieved the books from my room and gave her them to flick through with yet more giggles and smiles as she glanced through the cartoon illustrations of various body parts.

'I'm sure you know that boys have willies unlike you'. I flicked through to a page illustrating the male organ in pastel colours and glanced at her childish wide-eyed face as she took in what she was seeing.

'The proper name for a willy is a penis, and these here are testicles, but some of the boys in school might call them balls. You've seen them on your brother I bet, but he's still only small. As boys grow older their penis and testicles get bigger and they get hair on them. The same happens with a girls breasts, or boobs, except for the hair part of course.' She let out a yelp of laughter intermingled with a slight shy hiding away from me, what an embarrassing thing sex can be.

'You of course don't have a penis, you have what's called a vagina, and that too will start to get hair soon as your breast begin to grow.'

This was undoubtedly the quietest I had ever seen her, you could tell she was deeply engrossed in all this and seemed eager to know more, confirming that it was the right thing for me to be doing.

We made our way through various parts of the books, discussing puberty and periods and everything that was going to happen to her, all the time her being absolutely silent, studiously pouring over the words and pictures in front of her until she looked at me rather sheepishly and asked tentatively how different a man's penis looked from her brother's. I suppose if you were reading any other story it would have me just whip mine out right there and then she would curiously start to suck on it and all sorts of sexual encounters would ensue. I struggle to see that ever happening, but maybe I'm just naive.

I told her to wait and I went and got another big tomb of a book from my room, a modern version of Gray's Anatomy. Encased in the book was not only the anatomical illustrations that Gray's has become known for, but photographs of surface anatomy, including several detailed depictions of human genitalia.

I set the book in front of her open at the photograph of a naked man and woman, with several smaller detailed insets of closeups as they lay on their backs with their legs raised and apart. Both, as always seems to be the case for anatomical books, were rather hairy, except the man's balls appeared quite hairless. He was quite well endowed and also circumcised, both of which I imagine were contributing to the look of pure shock on my niece's face, after all I imagine she had only ever seen the small hairless uncircumcised'willy' of her toddler brother, quite a contrast to the hairy mushroom headed cock in front of her.

It was at this point that my phone rang and I took a call from my rather intoxicated wife who told me she would be home in about an hour if they could find a taxi. When I returned to the living room I found Chloe still looking through the books hungrily.

'I think we've probably had enough for today and you look shattered, why don't you go and get changed into your pyjamas so we can't some sleep ready for tomorrow.' She protested as usual but we both plodded upstairs where she went into the spare room to get her sleepwear. I remembered that I had left the books strewn across the living room, something I didn't feel my wife would appreciate, and went to retrieve them before heading back upstairs.

As I reached the halfway point of the stairs, just the point where I could begin to see through the balustrade on the landing, I was stopped by a sight that instantly sent a shiver of lust through my spine.

Chloe was stood completely naked in the spare room, with the door unashamedly wide open. She had't noticed my small climb up the stairs as she was too engrossed in observing her nude form in the full length mirror. I watched as she tentatively pushed at the small protrusion of her nipples with her fingers before turning to the side so she could observe their size more accurately. I drank in her preteen nude body, her soft buttocks just slightly rounding out the straight figure.

Happy with the study of her preteen breasts she proceeded down to the soft mound between her legs, where standing with her feet ever so slight apart she tried to angle herself so that she might see what lay between them in the mirror. She struggled for a little while, never thinking to sit down in front of the mirror, but trying to lean back as much as possible. She desperately tried to reveal more by pulling up on her pubic mound and getting as close to the mirror as possible.

During this time I was spellbound, still on the stairs peering through the gaps in the balustrade, her thin smooth form contorting itself some distance in front of me and my cock stood rigid in my pants longing for the satisfaction of release. Unhappy that she couldn't see herself in full glory offered by the anatomy books she eventually gave up and got herself dressed in her pyjamas and under the duvet of her bed, looking perhaps slightly miserable at her failure to see her own version of what was in the books.

I waited a little longer for my erection to subside before making my way into the spare room to bid her good night, kissing her perhaps a little longer then usual, and taking a slightly non-innocent rub of her tummy. I tickled her slightly as I always did and blew a'raspberry' on her stomach sending her into a fit of giggles, during which time I took the opportunity to lightly dart my tongue against her skin, as sweet as I had imagined.

My mind raced with lustful thoughts as I made my way next door to my room where I quickly stripped off and took hold of the erection which had arisen once again. I furiously stroked at my manhood as I brought forth in my head the images of her in front of the mirror and the taste of her sweet skin. I imagined me parting her legs and tasting what lay between whilst gently fondling her nipples. Perhaps my tongue would wonder down to her small brown asshole and savour all of her preteen tastes. This last thought sent me cumming over my chest, some reaching as far as my neck. I lay still for a while exhausted by the climax, with irrepressible images still taunting me.

End of part 1