Chapter 1

Bill Reese gathered his laptop and toolkit from the car, and went up to ring the doorbell. As he was about to push the button, the door was flung wide, and a squirming little bundle of hyperactivity leapt into his arms. "UNCLE BILL!" shouted the eight-year-old girl, "You made it! I've missed you SOOO MUCH!"

Bill smiled as he shifted his satchel, and said, "Careful, Brooke, you almost made me drop my computer."

Brooke looked sad for a moment, then apologized. "I'm sorry, I was just so happy to see you!"

Bill grinned and said, "It's all right, squirt, I didn't drop it, you just need to learn to think before you act. Let's go say hello to your mother, shall we?" As he carried the wriggling brown-haired girl into the house he realized his hand was firmly grasping her panty-clad bottom under her frilly skirt, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, causing her front to rub against his stiffening crotch. Berating himself silently for becoming aroused by a little girl -- who was his niece to boot -- he decided to just get on inside the house and set down his bag so he could shift the girl into a different position.

Hearing the commotion, his sister-in-law Melanie came out from one of the back bedrooms, brushing her wavy blonde hair out of her eyes. "Bill!" she exclaimed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad you could come!" Spying her daughter clinging tightly to Bill's neck, Melanie said, "Brooke, he's not a jungle gym, stop climbing all over him!" As she pulled her protesting daughter away from his neck, Melanie said, "I'm sorry about that, I just can't get her to behave."

Bill laughed, and told her, "I don't mind, she's eight, and she hasn't seen me for a while. I really miss you guys as well!"

Melanie smiled, and gave him a hug. "I think she's gotten over her father's death, it's been close to two years, but she still misses him, of course. She was his little angel, and he spoiled her rotten, so I haven't really been able to do much with her when she acts up. It's not that she disobeys or talks back, she's just rambunctious and acts without thinking. If I tell her to settle down she will for a few minutes, and then she'll start up again when she forgets."

"I'm not either spoiled!" piped Brooke, "There's a girl at school who's really spoiled, and she'll throw tantrums until her parents buy her what she wants!"

Her mother looked at her and squeezed her in a tight hug. "No, you're not spoiled like that, but you DID interrupt us just now, sweetie!"

Brooke looked contrite, and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I wasn't trying to interrupt!"

Melanie gave her daughter another squeeze, and went on. "Bill, thank you so much for coming to look at this computer. I didn't mean to impose on you, but this thing has been driving me crazy and I can't afford to take it into the shop."

Bill shook his head quickly and said, "No, it's not an imposition, when you were talking to me about it on the phone, I realized I would need to look at it in person. Besides, it gave me an excuse to come see you two!"

Melanie looked abashed at that, and said, "You never need an excuse to visit us! I would have invited you over more often, but it's a bit of a drive, and I didn't know if coming here would dredge up memories of your brother!"

Bill chuckled, and told her, "You guys are family, and any memories that I get from being here would be happy ones. Yeah, I miss Johnny as well, but being around you two isn't going to make me sad. Let's get your computer running again, shall we?"

Bill quickly set up his laptop on the dining room table as close as he could get to the computer workstation in the living room. He began running a series of tests, and smiled at Brooke as she worked in her coloring book on the other side of the table. After a bit, it was apparent that she was bored with it, she pushed it away and asked, "Whatcha doin', Uncle Bill?"

Slightly annoyed at the stubborn computer, he replied shortly, "I'm working on your mom's computer, don't bother me right now."

Ignoring the tone in his voice, the little girl ran around the end of the table, shouting, "I wanna see! Can I play a game on it?" As she came near Bill, she tripped over his laptop power supply cord, almost pulling the laptop off the table.

"BROOKE!" Bill shouted, "Be careful! You almost broke my computer!"

Her eyes filled with tears when he yelled, and she began to cry softly. "I-I didn't mean to, i-it was an-an accident!"

Seeing her tears made Bill realize he had over-reacted, and he pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, Brooke, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I was frustrated from the problems on your mom's computer, and I took it out on you. My laptop is expensive, too, and I was afraid it could have been broken. You really need to watch things like that."

She hugged him back and sniffled into his shirt, "I-I'm really sorry, I'll try to be more careful!" Wiping her face, she looked up at him, and said, "Can I sit in your lap and watch? I promise not to touch anything!"

Bill gave her another squeeze, and pulling her into his lap, he said, "Of course you can, sweetie, I'm not mad at you. Just be sure you don't touch things, because it could mess up the computers."

Bill groaned to himself as he felt her wiggle around in his lap, causing his member to start swelling. "Uh oh," he muttered, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea!"

Brooke looked at him curiously, and asked, "What's wrong, Uncle Bill? Please don't make me get down!"

He looked at her and smiled. "It's OK, Brooke, I was just talking to myself. You don't have to leave, just try to sit still and not wiggle so much, it, ahh... it makes it difficult for me to type!" She smiled prettily and nodded agreement, giving a few more bounces on his swollen groin before settling down as much as an eight year old could. Bill felt a slow flush begin to rise on his neck, as he was sure she could feel the lump growing under her bottom, and he felt relieved when she didn't say anything about it.

He returned to his work, explaining to the little girl why he was doing this or that. "I'm running a virus scan now, honey-bunch, it looks for bad programs that jerks on the Internet try to put on other people's computers to cause problems." He felt her shift a little on his lap, and it felt like his throbbing penis was pressing right against her cotton-covered privates.

"How long does that take?" she asked, as she shifted around a bit more on his groin. If Bill didn't know better, he would have sworn she was doing it deliberately.

He tried to reach down to subtly shift the girl away from his erection and said, "It still has a while to go, sweetie, I'm sorry it's so boring."

She glanced up at him, seemingly disappointed about something, then smiled and said, "That's OK! I don't mind sitting here with you, you smell good!" After a moment, the eight year old asked, "What happens when you push that one?" as she reached out to touch a button on her mom's keyboard.

Bill quickly caught her hands, and felt her struggle to reach the keyboard for a second before giving up. "Brooke, if you touch anything, it could mess it up and I might have to start all over. Remember, you promised not to touch! You don't want a spanking, do you?"

She looked up at him and apologized. "I forgot about the touching, I'm sorry!" She stuck her tongue out at him and said, "Anyway, I don't get spankings, Mom just gives me time outs, or sends me to my room."

Teasingly, Bill said, "Well, maybe you should start getting spankings! Should I go ask your mom to give you one?"

Brooke screeched in laughter as he began to tickle her sides, and she gasped, "N-N0! I don't w-wanna get spanked! I-I'll behave!" Bill continued tickling the giggling girl, until she howled, "Uncle Bill, s-stop! I-I can't take any more! I-I've gotta go to the bathroom!" Bill immediately stopped tickling her and helped her to her feet, then watched as she dashed towards the restroom.

When she came back, Brooke disappeared into the kitchen, and came back carrying a full mug of chocolate milk. She started to head for Bill's lap, but he shook his head no and said, "Sorry sweetheart, that's a lot of liquid to have around the computers, it would be better if you drank it somewhere else!"

The little girl paused for a second then said, "You're right! I'll go back to my coloring, and drink it there, is that OK?"

Bill nodded, and told her, "That's fine, as long as you're careful. If it got knocked over, it could really mess up my laptop, so go slow, squirt!"

She shook her head quickly and said, "I won't spill it, I'll be real careful!" as she carefully proceeded around the far end of the table, away from the computers and cords. She took a sip of chocolate milk, then set the mug gently down on the table behind her coloring book, and began coloring.

After a few minutes, she yelled, "Mom, I'm hungry!" Standing up, she pushed the coloring book away, causing it to hit the mug of milk. "What's for din... OH NO!!"

"BROOKE, LOOK OUT!" yelled Bill, as he watched the brown wave roll across the table. Quickly grabbing his laptop and raising it high in the air, he could only watch helplessly as the flood of milk poured into his lap. "WHOAA!" he yelled, "That's COLD!"

Bill saw Melanie come running from the kitchen with some towels when she spied the catastrophe. Spotting Bill's lap full of milk, she began trying to blot it without thinking, and then she suddenly stopped as he felt her accidentally grab his partially erect penis. Flushing brightly and avoiding looking at him, she said, "Uhh, m-maybe I'd better leave that for you to take care of, let me clean the table so you can set the laptop back down. Brooke, take this clean towel and get it wet, then wring it out and bring it back here."

Watching with a frightened look on her face, the little girl nodded and ran to the kitchen. Once the table was clean and dry, Bill set the laptop down, and began trying to soak up the milk in his crotch. Brooke sat on the floor with her knees up to her chest, a terrified look on her face. As she sat there, Bill noticed that her panties were clearly visible under her dress, they were pulled tight over her little mound, causing a deep camel toe. Calling the frightened child over, he gave her a hug as she began to sob. "It's OK, baby, my computer wasn't damaged," he said.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Bill, you told me to settle down or I'd knock something over!" the little girl wailed, tears running down her cheek in contrition. "Are you going to spank me?"

Bill looked at her tenderly and said, "No, sweetheart, I'm not going to spank you. My laptop didn't get hurt, and my pants can be washed. You really need to be more careful in the future, though."

Brooke looked at him soberly for a minute. "Maybe you SHOULD spank me," she said, sounding much more mature than her eight years. "Mom just yells at me and sends me to my room, and then I go and do something that gets me in trouble again. Maybe a spanking would help me learn to behave a bit better!" Suddenly reverting back to a little girl, Brooke hugged him tightly and sobbed into his shoulder. "I-I don't mean to be bad, I-I just get excited and cause problems, and th-then I get in trouble!"

Bill hugged her back and said, "Oh, sweetie, you aren't bad, you just need to learn to control yourself."

He glanced at her mother, but Melanie looked over at him and shrugged. "Don't look at me, you were the one who said she should be spanked if she didn't settle down, go ahead if you want."

Bill looked at her helplessly, and said, "But I DON'T want to spank her! It was just an accident, and nothing was hurt."

He looked at Brooke and saw that the extremely mature eight-year-old girl was back again. "I-I think you need to, so I can learn to mind better," she whispered. "I-I don't want to be bad all the time!"

Bill hugged her tenderly and asked, "Are you sure, munchkin? I don't want to hurt you." She nodded, so he pulled her onto his lap and gave her a halfhearted swat over her dress.

Brooke stood up, and put her hands on her hips. "That wasn't for real! You have to do it right, or I won't learn!" she admonished. "Anyway, my dress was in the way!" She began unbuttoning her dress, and slipped it over her head as Bill watched in stupefaction. "My friend Beth at school gets spanked by her daddy, she says she always has to pull down her panties, and she says it really hurts!"

The half-naked girl began pulling down her underwear as she shyly murmured, "Mommy says I shouldn't let a boy see me naked unless I love him, but you're not a boy, you're my uncle. And anyway, I love you!"

Bill glanced in Melanie's direction, and saw that she was still flushed and not meeting his eyes. He turned his gaze back to the nude eight year old standing in front of him, and he felt his groin twitch as he absorbed the sight of Brooke's flat chest with little bumpy nipples, down to her smooth cleft between her legs. He struggled to pull his gaze up to her face as she said, "Promise you'll do it right, OK? Even if I cry, don't stop, because I need help to not be bad!"

Bill put his hands on Brooke's shoulders, and looked into her eyes. "OK, I promise. How many times do you think I should spank you? Fifty times? One hundred?" he gently teased.

Obviously realizing that she might have bitten off more than she could chew, the little girl's eye's flashed with panic, as she hurriedly said, "U-umm, It's my first time!! M-maybe f-five, i-is that enough?"

Bill hugged the nude child and told her, "OK sweetie, are you ready?" When the little girl nodded, he gently pulled her over his knee, and tried to determine the power of his swing. He didn't want to bruise her, but as she said, she needed to feel pain from it since it was a punishment. Arriving at a good compromise between strength and restraint, he swung his hand back sharply, and brought his palm down in a loud smack that covered both sides of her butt.

As the sound echoed through the room, the little girl wiggled on his lap, letting out a soft "Ow!" He brought up his hand again, and tried just a bit harder, bringing the swat down on her left cheek only. It landed with a resounding 'smack', and Brooke squirmed a bit more on his lap and sobbed, "Owowow!"

Bill paused a moment and asked, "Are you OK, sweetheart?" Brooke looked at him with a tear trickling down her cheek, and nodded.

He glanced over at her mother, and was shocked to see that Melanie was watching the scene raptly, and had a hand pressed against the front of her tight jeans. Suddenly noticing him watching, she jumped and began a deep flush. Quickly pulling her hand away from her pants, she said, "I-I'm going in to start d-dinner!" and dashed into the kitchen.

Not quite sure what he had witnessed, Bill shrugged, and returned his attention to Brooke. He gave her another extra hard swat on the right cheek, causing the little girl to jump. "OWW!" she wailed, kicking her legs a bit before settling back down.

Bill continued with the task at hand, bringing his hand down loudly on Brooke's left buttock. The little girl began sobbing as he said, "Only one more to go, sweetie." She brought her hands up to cover her bottom, and then seemed to realize she had asked him to do this, and reluctantly let them fall.

Not wanting to prolong the pain any further, Bill quickly but firmly swatted her right buttock, causing the child to screech, "OOUCH!" as she began a series of racking sobs. He looked at her bottom, and saw that both sides had faintly glowing hand prints. Bill gently began to rub her abused cheeks, until her sobs turned to sniffling, as she whispered, "I-I'm sorry for misbehaving, Uncle Bill! I-I'll try to be better from now on!"

"Are you OK? Did I hit you too hard, darling?" he asked, as he continued softly stroking her bottom.

"No," she murmured. "It hurt, but I felt worse when I thought I had hurt your computer!" Glancing towards the kitchen to make sure her mother was out of earshot, she lowered her voice and confided, "I-It kind of felt funny, too! When you spanked me, it made a weird tickle in my belly, and in my... my... cunny!" She blushed deeply as she said the naughty word. "Could... could you rub some lotion on it?" she asked softly.

When Bill nodded, Brooke dashed off to her mother's room, and returned shortly carrying a bottle of hand lotion with aloe. Bill watched the completely naked child come towards him, and stared raptly at her uncovered slit once again. Suddenly he realized she had been talking, and he asked, "What did you say?"

Sighing, the exasperated girl said, "Here's the lotion, aren't you going to rub it on me like you said?"

Bill gave her a quick hug, and said "Of course I am, darling, turn around." The little girl grinned cheekily at him, and turned around, bending over so her bottom was accessible.

He squirted a palm full of lotion into his hand, and began rubbing it all over her sore bottom. He watched her jump as the cool liquid first hit her skin, then she sighed in relief as the coolness began to draw out the heat of her spanking. Bill couldn't help but notice the sight of her little rosebud and puffy slit as he rubbed her tender flesh. His cock began throbbing, and he hurriedly focused his attention on her shoulders. "There we go, all done!" he said, glancing at the kitchen to see if Melanie had noticed him ogling her naked daughter.

"Nuh-uh," complained Brooke, "you left some goop in my butt, and you need to put some further down, too!" She stayed in the bent over pose, looking back at him almost coyly.

Bill sighed, and spying the glob of lotion between her cheeks, ran his finger between them, scooping up the lotion and lightly brushing her anus as he did. She giggled, and said, "Now put some on lower!" Bill complied, and rubbed a bit of the excess lotion on the bottom of her buttocks to her thighs, then stopped.

The little girl looked at him sternly, and said, "Here, give me your hand!" as she grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her vulva. "Rub some lotion here, please!" she whispered.

Bill's heart began pounding, and his vision was pulsing with each beat. Glancing once more at the kitchen, he slowly began to rub the remaining lotion on the child's pudenda, and all around her vulva. Once, he heard her breath catch as his fingers passed gently over her tiny clit, and he suddenly realized he was stroking his eight-year-old niece's sexual organs, with her mother not 15 feet away.

Bill heard a soft moan come from the kitchen, and called out, "Melanie, is everything OK? Do you need me to come help?"

Suddenly he heard overly loud noises of pots and pans being banged together, as Melanie called back with a catch in her voice, "N-No, d-don't come in! I-I mean, everything's fine, I-I'm just making dinner!" The noises continued for a bit, then settled down into normal cooking sounds.

He hurriedly stopped, and wiped the remnants of the lotion on her back, leaving his hands as dry as he could get them. "All right, you rascal, this time I am really done!"

Brooke seemed a little disappointed for a moment as she straightened up, then a smile flashed across her face and she flung her naked body around him, and gave him a sloppy kiss on each cheek. "Thank you, Uncle Bill, I'll try to be good, but if I mess up, you have to spank me again, OK?"

Bill gave her a tight hug, and said "OK sweetheart, I will. I think you'd better put your clothes back on now, all right?"

Brooke nodded, and began dressing. As she finished up, she glanced at Bill's tented crotch, and marched over to look at it. "Is... is that your... thingy? Why's it lumpy like that?" she whispered, reaching out a hand as if she was going to touch it, then drawing back. "I could feel it when you were spanking me!"

Bill felt his ears begin to burn, as his eight-year-old niece continued to stare directly at his cloth-covered privates. Not wanting to go into the whole birds and bees thing, he gruffly said, "Sorry about that, it... umm... gets like that when I have to pee!"

The little girl thought for a moment, and said, "Oh... You'd better go to the bathroom then, I think dinner's almost ready."

Thankful for the chance to escape, Bill smiled at her and headed to the bathroom as Brooke wandered into the kitchen. The bathroom door seemed to stick a bit, but Bill managed to close it, and pushed the lock button. Undoing his pants, he tried to go, but his penis was just too hard, and he figured he'd just wait a bit for it to go down. About half a minute later, he heard Brooke knocking on the bathroom door and calling "Uncle Bill, dinner's ready!"

He was about to respond, when the door popped open. Feeling like time had slowed to a standstill, he saw Brooke standing there, her hand on the door knob. Her eyes grew wide as they focused on his stiffened member sticking out from his pants, and he belatedly tried to cover himself.

Shutting the door again, Brooke apologized, "I-I'm sorry Uncle Bill, I-I wasn't trying to peek, really! T-The door doesn't lock right sometimes! D-Don't be mad at me!"

Thankful that she couldn't see his deep flush, Bill said, "Don't worry about it baby, I'm not mad at you! I'll be out in a minute, OK?" Soon, due to the shock of accidentally exposing himself to the young girl, he discovered his organ had shrunk a bit and he was able to direct his stream into the toilet.

Melanie had served a wonderful dinner, and Bill told her so as he ate. "I wish I had a wife who could cook like this," he said.

"How come you don't?" asked Brooke. "Have a wife, I mean."

Melanie shushed the girl and told her, "That's personal, Brooke, you shouldn't ask people things like that."

Bill shook his head and said, "No, it's OK, it's not a big secret, I'm just kind of shy, I'm not good at meeting new people, particularly women. I had a girlfriend in high school and college, and I've been on a few dates since then, but I never really met anyone I wanted to marry. What about you? Have you thought about remarrying, or is it too soon since Johnny's death?"

Smiling, Melanie said, "No, I still love him with all my heart, but I feel like Brooke needs to have a father. I just haven't met anyone who could take his place, or who wants to be saddled with this little stinker!"

Brooke stuck her tongue out at that, and then said, "Hey, you two could get married! Uncle Bill already loves me!"

Bill and Melanie laughed at that, and Melanie said, "It's not that simple, sweetie. Now eat your veggies!" Brooke flashed a playful pout across her face, then grinned and started eating the vegetables she'd tried to hide under her napkin.

"You know, it's funny," mused Melanie, as Brooke dashed off to play. "Johnny and I had talked about what would happen if one of us should die, and he jokingly said I could do worse than marrying you. He said he'd roll over in his grave if I met some dumb schmuck, and then he said that you and I would be good for each other."

Bill laughed, and said, "Yeah, that Johnny was always joking around!" Bill felt his ears grow hot at the idea of marrying his dead brother's beautiful wife, and hoped Melanie didn't notice the color change. Changing the subject, he quickly said, "I'm going to try to get a bit more work done on your computer before I go, but I'm probably going to have to get a hotel room and come back in the morning."

With a shocked look on her face, Melanie looked at him and said, "Nonsense! You're family, you can stay here! There's no sense in paying for a hotel room when we've got a perfectly good guest room."

Relieved, Bill asked, "Are you sure? I'd hate to be a bother."

Melanie shook her head quickly and said, "What bother? Like I said, you're family. Anyway, Brooke and I already got the guest room ready before you arrived, so all that work would be wasted if you didn't stay!" With that, she winked at him and began clearing the table.

Bill quickly got up to help with the chore, and gave her a hug. "Thank you, I just didn't want to impose," he said.

Bill worked on Melanie's computer for another hour or so, then decided it had been long enough. He shut down both computers, and got up to stretch. Spying Brooke lying on the floor facing away from him as she was coloring, he began to sneak up on her. "GOTCHA!" he roared, causing the little girl to scream in laughter as he began to tickle her.

She rolled over, and he dug his fingers in her sides, bringing forth more shrieks as she kicked and squirmed. The activity caused her dress to ride up over her waist, and Bill felt his groin begin to throb as he saw her little pink panties stretched over her mound. All the wiggling about caused one of her leg holes to get pulled into her slit, and he silently groaned as he saw her puffy outer lip come into view.

Trying to control his raging erection through sheer willpower, he focused on her face as he kept tickling her. "Oh! U-Uncle... Bill... hee! S-Stop! ahaha! I-I'm gonna..." She kicked her legs wildly, the sight of her flashing panties causing Bill's swollen member to throb even more urgently. "N-NO... hehe... I-I'm gonna... hah... w-wet my... p-pants!! aheha!!"

Her urgency sunk into Bill's ears, and he quickly removed his hands, but it was too late. The little girl stopped laughing and began flushing deeply as Bill numbly watched the crotch of her panties turn wet. As the hot liquid jetted out, Bill could see Brooke trembling, trying to hold back the flood, but she was unable to as it continued gushing, until it finally trickled to a stop. She immediately burst into tears, crying, "OH NO! I-I h-haven't w-wet my p-pants since I-I was a l-little k-kid!"

Bill pulled her up into her arms, and gave her a tight hug. "Brooke, darling, it wasn't your fault, it was mine! I kept tickling you and didn't stop in time. I'm sorry, I should have listened to you!"

She snuffled into his shoulder a bit, and then said, "I-I forgive you! I-I thought I w-was gonna get in t-trouble for being a little b-baby who wet her pants!" She turned and gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

Melanie called over, "Sweetie, you aren't in trouble, like Bill said, he was the one who caused it!" She seemed to have a strange catch in her voice as she continued, "Bill, maybe you... you should go help clean her up, since you caused the mess. You can... can give Brooke her bath, and then put her to bed."

He turned to look at Melanie in surprise, and was puzzled to see that she was flushing a bit and not meeting his eyes. Mentally shrugging, he said to Brooke "OK, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up!" He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. He put her down in the tub, and said "All right, take off your clothes, and we'll get started."

She shook her head no, and told him cheekily, "Nuh-unh, you've gotta do it!" She held her arms above her head and giggled, so he sighed, and began pulling off her dress. Stripping off her sodden underwear, he added them to the pile of clothes, and began running the water for a bath. He shampooed and rinsed her hair, and then got the washcloth soapy. He began running it all over her body, paying extra close attention to any area that had been soaked in urine.

He tried to avoid direct contact with her crotch for a moment, until she pointed to it and said, "That got a LOT of pee on it!" Bill felt like his pants were about to rip from his erection, but he tried to ignore it as he gently soaped the little girl's bottom and vulva. He was about to withdraw, when she suddenly clamped her legs around his hand and began grinding against his wrist.

"Honey! What are you doing?" he urgently said, glancing towards the door to make sure her mother wasn't watching.

"I-It feels r-really GOOD!" Brooke panted, as she continued rubbing her soapy slit along his arm.

"BROOKE! That isn't something I should be doing with you, now stop it before your mother sees and gets mad at me!" he sternly said. His only response was a glazed look as she began moving faster, making little moans as she did so.

He tried to hurriedly draw his hand out from her tightly locked legs, but his frantic motions only excited her further, and suddenly she cried, "OHH! U-UNCLE B-BILL!!" as he felt some fluid run over his hand. She collapsed a little, and he brought up his other hand to support her.

Feeling a gaze on his back, he slowly turned and saw Melanie watching the scene, her hand pressed tightly against the front of her jeans. Shocked, Bill could only blurt out, "Melanie! I can explain! I didn't do anything!"

She smiled shakily at him, and said, "It's all right, Bill, I saw the whole thing. She latched on to your hand and wouldn't let go, and you tried to stop her. I trust you with my daughter, I know you wouldn't ever try to hurt her." Coming into the bathroom, she said, "Here, let me take her. I'll rinse her off and get her dried, and you can go change. Use some of Johnny's clothes, he was about your size."

She gestured to his front, so Bill looked down and realized he was wet and stained everywhere, from the dried remnants of the chocolate milk to the urine from Brooke's clothes as he carried the dripping girl into the bath. His shirt was soaked with soap and water, and he decided to just pull it off there rather than let it drip through the house. As he placed the shirt over the shower rod, he suddenly realized Melanie and Brooke were staring at his fairly fit chest. Flushing a bit, he said, "Sorry about that, I just didn't want to drip," as he hurriedly dashed out of the bathroom, Brooke giggling as he left.

Going into the master bedroom, Bill found a few of his brother's clothes still in the closet. Stripping completely bare, since he didn't relish the thought of sleeping in chocolate milk-stained underwear, he flipped through the selection, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a casual shirt.

Grabbing his dirty clothes, he left the master bedroom, and discovered Melanie coming out of Brooke's room. "She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow," Melanie said softly. "That orgasm took it out of her." Bill flushed at her words, and she whispered, "Don't worry about it, it wasn't the first time she's done something like that, I've seen her rubbing some stuffed animals on herself when she didn't think I was looking."

Spying the shirt Bill was wearing, Melanie moved closer and said, "I always loved seeing Johnny in that shirt. It looks nice on you, as well. I-I've been meaning to get rid of the rest of his clothes, b-but I just couldn't bring myself to do it! I-It's a good thing, too, since you have something to w-wear." Suddenly her face fell, and she began crying softly. "Ohh Bill, s-sometimes I m-miss him so m-much it h-hurts!"

Pulling her into his arms, Bill gently patted her shoulders and said, "I know, Melanie, I miss my little brother too."

He held her for a bit without either of them saying anything, and then she wiped her eyes and said, "I-It's just so hard sometimes, I've been living on his insurance, but that won't last forever. When Brooke was in school, I tried looking for a job, but I don't have any experience and I got turned down everywhere. I can't look for a job during the summer, because I don't have money for a babysitter, and there isn't anyone around here that would be able to watch her."

Bill gave her a gentle squeeze, and she murmured into his shoulder, "You know, you even smell like Johnny did... I-I haven't thought about another man since he died, and I've been so lonely!" Sensing that she was about to start crying again, Bill leaned over to give her a gentle peck on the cheek, but she surprised him by turning her head into the kiss, meeting his lips with hers. She hungrily kissed him, tugging on his lip with her teeth, and then shocked him completely as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

It had been a long time for Bill as well, and his rising passions caused him to respond in turn, while some corner of his clouded mind was screaming, "This is wrong! She's your sister-in-law!" He kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, and he moved down to nibble on her neck.

Fighting to gain control of himself, the haze over his eyes finally cleared, and he gently pushed himself away. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," he panted. "You're my sister-in-law, and it wouldn't be right!"

She gave him a smoldering look as her breasts heaved, and said softly, "Bill, please... I need this, and I think you do too!" She glanced down at the lump in his pants and smiled at him.

"Oh, Melanie, are you sure?" he asked, and when she nodded, he drew her back into his arms. She pulled him into her bedroom, her hands working at the fly of his jeans, and he barely managed to push the door closed before she shoved him onto the bed and began working his pants down over his hips and off his legs. As his swollen cock flopped free, he flushed and said, "I didn't have any other underwear!"

She grinned at him, and began stripping off her own clothing, leaving him to unbutton his shirt. "I-I don't have a condom," he protested mildly, as he continued to strip off his shirt.

"That's OK," said Melanie. "I've been on the pill since before Johnny died, I just kept taking it because of some reduced cancer risk and less periods. I... I want to feel you shoot inside me!"

Smiling at him, Melanie knelt down and began licking his engorged shaft, causing Bill to groan loudly. "Oh Melanie, that feels so good!" he moaned. She proceeded to work his cock into her mouth, as her eyes twinkled. Bill was mesmerized by the lewd sounds she was making as she began to give him a wonderful blowjob, liberally coating his penis with her saliva.

After a few minutes of delight, Bill felt his balls begin to churn, and warned, "Careful, darling, you're going to make me cum!" Immediately stopping the fellatio, Melanie wiped her chin and began gently kissing Bill from his crotch up to his chest, and finally on his lips.

He laid her down on the bed, and began lightly rubbing her glistening vulva as they kissed for a few moments, then he decided to let her have her own trail of kisses. He gave her one last kiss, sucking her lip into his mouth, then slowly traveled down her body. He nibbled on her neck for a moment, and kissed the hollow under her throat.

After that, he kissed down her chest between her firm breasts, and then began covering the left breast with kisses. He slowly circled her areola with licks, then flicked her hard nipple with his tongue. As she gasped, he took the nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it, occasionally tugging it gently with his teeth.

Not forgetting the right breast, he gently squeezed it with his hand, and began lightly pulling and pinching the nipple. "Ohhh... Bill..." she moaned, "Keep going!" Grinning at her, he moved his head to her right breast, and repeated the treatment. He could smell her excitement wafting up from her crotch, and he reluctantly gave her nipple one last tweak with his teeth, then resumed his trail of kisses down her torso to her waiting sex.

He reached her trimmed pubis and teased it with his tongue for a moment, then dropped down to begin lapping at her cunt. She moaned intensely as he moved up a bit to lick her clit, and then peeled back the surrounding flesh so that he could suck it into his mouth. He sucked on her nubbin and flicked it with his tongue, and gently stuck a finger into her dripping wet vagina. At that, Melanie began to moan loudly, while Bill continued to suckle her clit and finger fuck her for several minutes.

With her chest heaving wildly, Melanie panted, "P-Please Bill, fuck me NOW! I-I want to feel you inside me!" More than willing to oblige, he pulled his face and hands away from her sopping wet sex, and guided his throbbing member into her canal.

They both groaned at the intimate contact, and Bill began slowly thrusting into her. Wrapping her legs around his back, Melanie nibbled his ear, and whispered, "FASTER! Pound me hard!" Hearing that, he started moving much faster, with each push of his thick cock slamming deep into her genitals, causing her moans to echo around the room.

As his balls slapped lewdly against her ass with each thrust, Melanie groaned, "Oh FUCK! This feels sooo GOOOOD!"

While one hand played with her nipple, Bill kissed her face and said, "Melanie, I can't stand it, you are so beautiful!" He covered her cheeks with kisses, and then attacked her mouth. Their tongues danced together, and Bill gently nibbled on her lips with his teeth as she moaned into his mouth.

Disengaging her tongue, she said, "OH YES! I'm... I'm going to cum! I want us to do it together!" Bill maximized his efforts, pounding his cock into her welcoming channel as hard as he could. With a shock, he suddenly realized that the bedroom door was cracked open, and he could see Brooke staring at them awestruck, with a hand buried in her crotch under her nightgown.

Too far gone to care, Bill smiled at the little girl, as Melanie began screaming, "OOOOOH FUUUCCKK YESSS! I'M CUMMING!" Feeling her begin to spasm around his invading member brought Bill to the boiling point, and he thrust in a few more times then slammed his cock as deep as it would go. He groaned as he began spraying her insides with jism.

"OH YES, MELANIE!" he yelled, as he felt the streamers of cum jet deep into Melanie's clenching vagina. Her quivering sex continued to milk his cock of every last drop of cum for a few moments, and then they both collapsed onto the bed, his cock sliding out of her jizz-filled pussy with a pop.

Looking over at him as he panted from exhaustion, Melanie whispered, "I love you, that was incredible!"

Feeling a surge of tenderness towards her, Bill leaned over and gently kissed her, saying, "I love you too, darling. You were right, we BOTH needed that." Remembering the little visitor they'd had, he looked over at the door, but wasn't surprised to see it closed again.

Following his gaze, Melanie asked, "Did you see Brooke watching us? I suppose I'll need to have the sex talk with her again. Did... did it turn you on a bit to have her watching? I-It did for me, I... I guess I'm a bad mother..."

Bill shushed her with another kiss, and whispered, "NO! You're not a bad mother, you care deeply for your daughter! Anyway, it... it turned me on some as well! I know it's wrong, but I love that little girl so much, and when she does naughty things like when I was washing her in the tub, it... it makes me hard!"

Rolling over on her back, Melanie stared pensively at the ceiling for a moment. Then, as if it was completely unrelated to the conversation, she idly said, "You know, I've never told anyone this, except Johnny of course, but when I was about Brooke's age, I did things with my uncle while he was staying with us one summer. He... he wasn't a pedophile in any way, and I... I approached him."

"It started out innocently enough with him tickling me, giving me piggy-back rides, or bouncing me on his knee, but I started feeling funny things in my belly, and I began naughtily teasing him this way and that. I'd flash my panties at him, or even 'forget' to wear them under my nightshirt, or I'd climb in his lap, 'accidentally' putting my hand on his 'thing', and I'd sneak a peek at him while he was using the bathroom or showering."

"I'd worked him up into such a state, that one day he started fingering me through my panties, while I was sitting on his lap. I could feel his 'thing' getting hard under me, and the feelings from his fingers were incredible. I opened my legs wide and pushed his hand into my crotch, and he fingered me to my very first orgasm! When I came out of my daze, I wanted to make him feel good too, so I tried to rub his 'thing' through his pants. He allowed it for a few seconds, then it must have struck him that it was wrong to let me do that, and he hurriedly jumped up and ran out of the room."

"I followed him, and found him packing in his bedroom. He explained to me that it was very wrong for him to have touched me, and asked me to keep it a secret. He wouldn't talk about it at all, and said he loved me, but he had to go. In tears, I watched him leave, and he even moved to another state that fall!"

"We didn't see him much after that, he was always busy with something or other and couldn't come to see us. He never mentioned what had happened between us, and I respected his wishes and didn't bring it up either. After he left, I felt really unhappy, because I had made him feel bad, and because I thought that he didn't like me any more. That even affected relationships with boys and men as I got older, I became very self-conscious and had low self-esteem. It took me a long time to get over it."

Bill tenderly stroked her hair and said, "Oh Melanie, I'm so sorry to hear that. He shouldn't have reacted that way, although I can see why he did. He probably felt that it was all stemming from hidden thoughts in his own mind, and saw you as completely innocent in the whole matter. He didn't want to subject you to any more of HIS illicit tendencies, and he thought that removing himself from your presence was the best way to protect you."

Melanie looked at him, and gave him a quick kiss. "You wouldn't act that way with Brooke, would you? She loves you, and I... I would much rather her learn about... about sex... from someone who loves her, rather than some crude boy in school who will end up hurting her. I... I know you would never do ANYTHING to hurt her!"

Bill felt shocked at her words. "WAIT! WHAT?" he whispered urgently. "Are... are you telling me you WANT me to do sexual stuff with her?" he asked in stunned disbelief. "In spite of my physical reactions to her today, I'm not a pedophile!"

Melanie smiled shakily at him. "No, I don't WANT you to do anything with her, I'm not a pedophile either! I just trust you enough with her that if SHE wants to do something with you, I don't mind. Like I said, I know you couldn't hurt her, and I feel that pushing her away and shutting her out would harm her far more than gentle loving sex, even if our society doesn't approve. You're the closest thing she has to her father right now, and if a father figure rejected her innocent advances, it could really cause some deep scars."

"You've... you've given me something to think about." Bill rolled over and kissed her on the cheek, then said, "I'd better go shower, and then go to the guest room, otherwise it might raise even more questions if Brooke finds us in here together tomorrow morning."

End of Chapter 1

Author's Note: While I have at least one more chapter planned, Chapter 01 is the only one I've completed as of January 21st, 2012. I have several different stories I'm working on, and I'm not always able to write each day.