Inside a suburban home a 30-ish woman is working at the kitchen counter. "So, tell me about your trip to Japan," she calls over her shoulder as she chops carrots.

In the adjacent room a 40-ish man is slumped back in a plush chair, wearing a polo shirt, thin cotton shorts and flip-flops. "Oh, unremarkable," he calls into the kitchen, followed by a gaping yawn. "I'll tell you all about it later. I'm really done in after the flight."

"Well, I hope you can stay awake long enough to say hello to your niece before you conk out," the woman calls. "You know how she is. She'll get cranky if you don't. You KNOW we don't want Melissa to get cranky, right?"

The man just yawns and nods.

"By the way, how long can you stay this time?" the woman calls.

"Oh, I dunno, it depends on how long Jacobson can cover for me. Few days. Maybe a week."

"Oh, come on," the woman calls, "you need a vacation, and I haven't seen you for so long!"

"Bullshit, you just want a live-in babysitter for a week," the man yawns.

*****

An hour later a small child steps off a yellow school bus out front and skips gaily to the door. She wears the uniform of a Catholic girl's school -- blue pleated skirt, white blouse with a "St. Jeunefille" crest embroidered on the chest, white knee socks and black strap Mary Jane shoes.

She's a pretentiously beautiful girl, child-star beautiful, with golden Southern California skin and Goldilocks hair, flaxen blonde and meticulously shampooed, combed and braided into pigtails. She has the kind of childishly cute but inevitably ephemeral features that would be spoiled within just a short year or two by maturity and makeup. Her porcelain-white teeth are interrupted by two missing front baby teeth, a sprinkle of barely perceptible freckles cross the bridge of her button nose, and a sprinkle of miniscule peachfuzz hairs on her lightly tanned forearms is so nearly transparent that it's invisible from more than 3 inches away.

She dumps her book bag on a hall table and runs down the hall, her little shoes clacking on the hardwood floor, her little pigtails flying.

"Unca Max! Unca Max!" the child screeches as she skids to a halt beside the man's chair. "Didja bring me somethin' from Japan?" she squeals.

"Oh, no, gee, I forgot," the man says. "Im sorry."

The kid juts out her lip in a pout and kicks the side of the chair angrily. "You FORGOT about me!" she pouts in her spoiled-brat, petulant voice, pounding the chair with her little shoe. "You don't love me no more! I HATE you, I HATE you, Unca Max!"

The man grins into the sulking child's freckled face, lower than his even though he's seated and the child is standing. She's small and thin for her age, only about 3 feet, 4 inches tall.

"Of course I got you something, little Fuss Budget," the man grins. "Go look in my suitcase, the biggest one, in the guest bedroom."

The happy child scampers off, giggling.

The suitcase is lying on the bed in the guest bedroom. The child struggles to heave it open with her willowy arms and grins to reveal two missing teeth in front. She picks up a doll, spins it around, giggles and hugs it to her flat chest.

The little girl puts the doll down on the bed and paws through the suitcase, to see if there are any more surprises. Polo shirts, dress shirts, ties, trousers, underwear. At the bottom, beneath the underwear, she sees something and picks it up. It's a magazine, in Japanese, with cartoons. She grins and flips it open. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open when she sees cartoon pictures of adult men doing shocking things with children. Very small children. Some of the things her little friends had related in whispered conversations punctuated by squeals of "EEEeewww!" and gales of nervous giggles.

The little girl blushes crimson and bites her lip in fascination as she turns page after page of the outrageously obscene images. A little girl putting a man's thing in her mouth and sucking it! The man drooling and fondling her pigtails as a bunch of white stuff erupts into her mouth and dribbles down the front of her little play dress! A man rubbing his stiff thing while he licks a little girl in her most private place! Another man putting his thing ALL the way up inside a little girl's private place, pushing it in and out and sweating!

Melissa's shocked expression soon changes to a smirk. She cuts her eyes to make sure she's still alone, then digs back into the suitcase. She finds another filthy magazine, also featuring cartoon children doing nasty things with grownups. She's about to put it down when a folded brochure drops out from between the pages.

On the brochure cover is a photo of a grinning Japanese man holding a doll in his lap. The doll is a life-size model of a small girl with pigtails. She's wearing a girl's school uniform that looks very much like her own. The man's hand is beneath the little pleated skirt, between the doll's legs. Most of the text is in Japanese, but a title in mangled English says "Children Pleasur Dolle" and an inset yellow circle says "6 year old!" Inside are more photos showing off the doll's attributes -- a picture of the little thing in a play dress riding a small, pink bicycle, sitting in a playground swing, lying in bed with little dress flipped up and stumpy legs spread as the man's fingers peel open its miniature pussy lips, and a series of pictures showing a sizable dildo penetrating the soft little hole inch by inch until it nearly disappears. On the facing page is an ordering form, filled out with her uncle's name and a post-office box address.

The kid claps her hand to her mouth and bursts into giggles as she folds the brochure and stuffs it back into the nasty magazine. She begins browsing the magazine again and two photos drop out from between the pages. She picks them up and again blushes pink in shock.

The photos are of HER! From last year, when she was six years old. In one of them she's playing on a swing, grinning toothlessly, her little matchstick legs spread beneath a yellow dress to show the crotch of her cartoon print panties. In the other she's in her bed with a pink Barbie bedspread bunched at her side, fast asleep and sucking her thumb, clutching a doll to her chest. Her legs are widely spread, and a tiny damp spot is visible in the crotch of her white cotton panties. Melissa bites her lip and blushes deeply, because she knows that the wet stain is what happens at night, when she plays with herself in bed.

She cuts her eyes to look down the hall again, then looks back at the photos. There are fingerprints all over them. She blushes again as she realizes how her uncle has been using these pictures, and smirks with naughty pride that at the thought that her uncle thinks about HER when he's doing it.

She digs back into the suitcase looking for more magazines. This time she dredges up tiny yellow panties, child size four, with a cartoon on the front that says "Hello Kitty." Melissa giggles, glances down the hall again, then bends to quickly strip off her white panties and tug the little yellow ones up under her school skirt. She stuffs the magazines and photos back where she found them, runs down the hall to toss her panties into her room, then races back to the living room.

The man is reading a magazine, but Melissa leaps into his lap and he grunts loudly from the surprise impact. "Hey, hey, take it easy on your old uncle, little Fuss Budget!" he gasps. The little kid just grins toothlessly at him and squirms around so she's facing away from him, straddling his bare right thigh. She pretends to watch the TV across the room, although the sound is muted.

"Unca Max, how long are you gonna stay wif us this time?" the child says, rocking happily on the man's leg. "Oh, I don't know, honey, maybe a week or so if I can stay away from work that long," he says, licking his dry lips uncomfortably as he feels the child's thin calf lightly brushing his crotch while she rocks on him.

"Oh, goodie!" the kid says, gripping the man's knee and changing her side-to-side rocking to a playful forward and back rubbing motion. "I get outta school for the summer tomorrow, so we can play together every day 'till you gotta go, okay?"

The child's forward and back motions are stroking the calf of her little leg rhythmically against the man's crotch, and his voice cracks slightly as he answers. He swallows hard and strains to will his growing erection away, but the soft warmth of the little leg masturbating him suffuses through his thin shorts and tantalizes his throbbing dick.

"Y- yeah, okay, Fuss Budget, we'll play as much as I can," the man croaks, his eyes bulging at the child's innocently obscene fucking motion on his bare thigh.

"D- do you still go to Bainbridge, Melissa?" the man babbles to distract himself from the child's unintentionally nasty little show.

"Naw, thass a kindergarten for little kids. I go to St. Jeunefille, 'cuz I'm in first grade now," the kid says, grinding her little crotch into the man's leg. "Look, see, I gotta wear a uniform now, an' it says St. Jeunefille right here," she chirps, grasping the man's hand and tugging it around her slight body to stroke his index finger around the embroidered patch on her school blouse. She smirks to herself because she knows her uncle can feel her tiny nipple beneath the thin cotton, and she knows it will excite him, in the same way the men in the cartoon magazines get excited when they touch little girls.

In a high-pitched, sing-song voice, the child slowly spells out each of the letters of "St. Jeunefille School for Girls" -- "J... E... U... N..." -- as she languidly strokes the man's finger around and around her stiffening little nipple. The man's jaw muscles clench, and veins protrude in his neck.

"I think this uniform looks stoopid, though, 'cuz the school patch is only on one side," the kid says. "They oughta have one over here on this side, too, so it's kinda balanced." she announces, dragging the man's other hand up to press his palm across the other tiny nipple beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

The man chokes back a gasp and pulls his hands away from the child's flat chest as his now engorged dick jerks against her leg. Melissa smirks when she feels it, and bites her lip to suppress a giggle, feeling the familiar warm, tingly feeling between her legs that makes a wet spot in her panties at night.

"C'mon, Unca Max, don't jus' sit there! Play horsey wif me, Unca Max," the kid complains, gripping his knee and riding his leg harder to make her point. She reaches behind her to grasp the man's wrists and drape his hands across her delicate thighs, "carelessly" letting her school skirt ride up, so his large hands rest on her bare, skinny thighs an inch from her panties.

The man wordlessly begins to pump his "playing horsey" leg into the child's crotch, as requested. The little girl shivers at the sensation, and squeezes her tiny thighs on his hairy leg as she rides.

"Wow, Unca Max, you got rilly big, strong legs!" the kid chirps. "My legs are jus' little, and skinny, see?" she says, stroking his hands slowly up and down her soft thighs. The dazed man's mouth goes dry as he feels the warm, tender child flesh in his hands.

He glances nervously in the direction of the kitchen, and struggles to jerk his hands away, but he just can't do it. He cannot tear his hands away from the sweet thrill of fondling the forbidden flesh. Every pedophile synapse in his fevered brain is focused on feeling those miniature female thighs, and the little calf rhythmically stroking his throbbing penis.

The child lets go of the man's hands and grasps his knee, for stability, so she can ride his leg more firmly. Unable to stop himself, the man continues to gently fondle her tiny thighs, not much bigger around than his forearm, his large hands nearly encircling them, stroking from her knobby knees to her panty crotch and back, his thumbs tingling at the delicious warmth of her soft inner thighs.

"C'mon, Unca Max, make the horsey rilly gallop, now!" the kid pants as she eagerly masturbates herself on the man's thigh, her pleated skirt now bunched up around her waist, her tummy tingling with excitement. She squeezes her little legs on him as she rides, and the man involuntarily gasps as he suddenly feels the creamy warmth of the child's sexual arousal seeping through her panties to moisten his thigh.

He had been blindly gazing at a baseball game on the muted TV, trying to keep his composure, but now all he can see are the childish blonde pigtails swinging in his face, all he can feel is the child's warm sex goo smearing into his leg, and his large hands fondling her willowy little thighs. His nostrils quiver with the childish smell of the little girl's bubble-gum scented shampoo as she happily rides his leg.

"Hey, Lissa, what are you doing in there, little minx?" a voice from the kitchen calls. "You're not pestering your Uncle Max, are you? He's tired, honey, so don't bother him right now, okay?"

"It's okay, Mommy, I'm not botherin' him!" the child calls back, smirking to herself because it's now so obvious to her exactly how much she's bothering him. She can now feel her overwhelmed uncle's warm breath panting on the nape of her neck, and looks down with satisfaction to see his hands involuntarily fondling her little legs more urgently. She strokes her calf more blatantly into his bulging crotch, bites her lip and sneers with secret pride at her newfound ability to sexually arouse an adult man.

To ratchet up the nasty thrill, she blurts in her most innocent, childish voice, "Wow, Unca Max, this feels kinda good!" as she grinds her drooling crotch harder on his trembling thigh.

The man's abdomen tingles and he blushes deeply as he feels his pre-cum soaking into his briefs, bathing his rigid penis in the warm, slick liquid. His fingers tense on the child's tiny thighs, as her soft calf slowly torments his throbbing dick. He shifts slightly in his seat, to press himself more firmly into the little calf and begins gently hunching in rhythm with the child's motion, unable to stop himself, hoping she won't notice what he's doing.

His glazed eyes cross. "Dear god," he thinks to himself, "What the fuck am I doing?!? But... but I can't stop it... I'm going to come... No, no, this can't be happening... She's my niece... my own sister's child... I can't... let... this... happen..."

The little kid hears her overwhelmed uncle breathing more raggedly now, feels his trembling hands tightening on her skinny thighs, and she instinctively knows what's just about to happen.

She abruptly bounces off the man's damp thigh and spins around to face him. She playfully falls forward to hug him, pressing her soft little tummy firmly into his crotch and beams an innocent gap-toothed grin up at him, hugging and happily rocking from side to side in his crotch. Her little pussy quivers with excitement at her first sensation of a man's engorged penis pressed firmly into her tummy. She picks up up her pigtails with both little hands, and speaks in a pouty voice.

"Unca Max, do you think I'm too old to wear pigtails? I'm seven an' a haf' now..." the child murmurs. "Do my pigtails make me look like a little kid, Unca Max?" she pouts as she leans into his crotch, coyly swaying left and right.

"N- no, L- Lissa, you look like a v- very grown up little girl," the man stutters, barely hearing his own words as his reeling brain seethes at the sensation of the child's warm tummy slowly masturbating his wet dick and he strains to keep his aching prostate from erupting.

"No I don't," the kid pouts. "I still look like a little kid. "I lost another tooth las' week, see?" she pouts, dragging his hand up to poke his index finger into her mouth and slowly stroke it in the gummy gap between her front teeth. A droplet of sweat trickles from the man's temple and he can't completely suppress a quiet groan as the little girl's lips close on his thick finger and she slowly strokes it in and out, dragging it across her tiny, wet tongue on the in-strokes.

She slowly pops his wet finger out of her mouth and holds it, poking out her lower lip in a mock pout. "See? Don't I still look like a little kid, Unca Max? Don't I still look like I'm only 7 years old?" she pouts as her wet lips again clasp his finger, this time drawing it in more deeply, sucking and laving it with her tiny tongue, her soft little tummy slowly stroking and rolling the man's quivering penis in the warm, slick pre-cum puddled in his underwear.

The man tries to respond to the child's question, but all that comes out is a stifled "nggg-GHACK!" sound as he desperately lunges his aching erection into the child's warm tummy and his tortured penis blasts a geyser of greasy sperm into his shorts. The overwhelmed man involuntarily grips the child's little grapefruit-size bottom and jerks her slight body tightly into his crotch as his overstimulated dick jerks and heaves and squirts his ecstatic relief into the child's teasing tummy.

The little girl smirks but keeps languidly suckling his finger as she feels her gasping uncle's thick penis jerking and ejaculating into her stroking tummy, his tensed fingers desperately kneading and squeezing her little bottom until his trembling balls are drained and quivering.

When the man's vision clears and the tinnitus in his tumescent ears subsides, he hears the pretty little girl asking in her most childishly innocent voice, "Eeeww, what's THAT stuff, Unca Max? Look, it got all over my school skirt!"

His cheeks burning with embarrassment and abject shame, the man gropes for words, as he peels his shaking fingers from the child's tiny bottom, and feels the slimy jism puddled in his pubic hair and slowly dripping down his leg.

"Ah... s- sorry, Fuss Budget, I, uh... I just had a little accident," the man gasps, panting heavily from the intensity of his spontaneous orgasm. "You know, accidents like that can happen after you've been on an airplane for so long, and you drink too much because the dry cabin air makes you thirsty, and... uh..."

Blushing purple, the man glances nervously toward the kitchen, then down at the child's Navy-blue, pleated skirt. His intense orgasm had squirted some of his spunk all the way through his underwear and shorts, to leave a slimy puddle of milky semen dripping down one sharp crease of a pleat. His own shorts are worse, soaked through and reeking with the acrid odor of fresh, warm sperm.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Melissa, let's... lets go get this cleaned up, okay, before Mommy sees it. You don't want Mommy to get mad at me for having an accident, do you?"

The kid looks up with wide eyes, shakes her head, making her pigtails swing. "Oh, NO, Unca Max, Mommy gets real mean when she's mad. I won't tell..." she promises with all the childish solemnity she can muster, then ducks her head and smirks, staring down and crinkling her little nose at the foul stench of messy man goo dripping down her little skirt.

Man and child hurriedly leave the room, little hand in big one, the man's face red, the child's face smirking.