Two hours later, Melissa's mommy emerges from her bedroom dressed differently. She speaks to the man in the living room chair, who is nervously reading a magazine as a talking head on the muted TV silently recaps details of the baseball game just ended.

"Hey, thanks so much for sticking around to babysit tonight, Max. I haven't seen Robert for weeks, and... well, you know how it is, your life is as rushed as mine, and you're not married, either."

The man just smiles up at her, a nervous smile, and nods. "No problem."

"Well, the casserole is ready, just pop it in the oven, 350 degrees for about an hour should do. Oops, gotta run, I'm late. Thanks!"

Door slams. Car drives away. Man drops magazine on table, goes to kitchen, puts casserole in oven, sets timer, then strides down the hall. "Dinner in an hour, Melissa, so finish your homework, okay?" he calls through a closed door. "N'kay, Unca Max."

He continues down the hall to the guest bedroom, closes and locks the door, lies down in bed with a heavy sigh of exhaustion.

His eyes involuntarily pop open, staring at the ceiling. He shakes his head, closes his eyes again. They open again.

The man rises, crosses to a desk and flips on his computer. His email screen pops up. The cursor hovers over the "Check Mail" button for a moment, then moves up to click another link instead. A folder pops up, titled "Other," then a sub-folder, titled "Misc," then a sub-sub folder, titled "Melissa."

He reaches down to stroke his crotch as the first picture appears, a side-by-side portrait of his pretty little niece showing her panties on a swing, next to an obscene photo of a child about her age in bed, naked, with her tiny legs spread, and sperm dripping from her gaping little fuck hole. Melissa's 6-year-old face, grinning with a missing front tooth, is morphed over the used child porn star's face.

*****

In her bedroom, Melissa is furtively studying one of the nasty magazines she stole from her uncle's suitcase, pointing at an illustration and grinning. It shows an erection rising in a man's trousers as he furtively watches a little girl in a playground, with an excited look on his face. She examines the cartoon child carefully, then bites her lip and smirks. She stuffs the magazine under her pillow, then strips off the shorts, t-shirt and Nikes she'd changed into.

She runs to paw through her clothes closet, clad only in the little Hello Kitty panties she found in the suitcase.

In the back of the closet, behind all the other clothes, she finds the cotton "baby-doll" style dress she wore last year, in the well-used photo of herself she found in her uncle's suitcase. Giggling, she wriggles into the dress, now a size too small, so the hem almost reveals the crotch of her little panties.

She sits on the bed and tugs on the white knee socks and Mary Jane shoes worn earlier, then goes to a mirror and spins around to assess. She puts her finger to her lips, deep in thought, shakes her head.

She snatches up the nasty magazine again, flips through it, then brightens. She digs into a drawer, pulls out two pink ribbons and ties them to the ends of her pigtails. She looks again in the mirror, claps her little hand over her face and bursts into hysterical giggles.

*****

Across town, Mommy is in bed, whispering, "No, no, Robert, I have to go..."

Robert cups her breast in his hand, pulls her naked body to his, whispers in her ear, "Oh, just relax, you've had a rough time lately, you deserve this. We both do. Max can take care of Melissa, you know that." She smiles, bends to kiss his wrist, and relaxes into his arms.

*****

In the guest bedroom, Uncle Max's slippery pre-cum is soiling the second pair of shorts he's worn today, as he strokes his stiff penis and gazes at a photo of his 6-year-old niece sucking her thumb, asleep in bed, beside a photo of a fat, hairy man with his dick plunged balls deep inside a small child about the same age.

"Unca Max? [knock, knock, knock] I'm all done. Can we have dinner now?"

The guy's butt jumps half an inch off his chair.

"Uh, yeah, Melissa... You go ahead, I'll meet you in the kitchen," the guy blurts as he closes the photo folder, switches off the computer and stuffs his stiff dick back into his shorts.

*****

Max walks into the kitchen and swallows hard when he sees his pretty little 7-year-niece wearing the same dress he's gazed at so often during masturbation. When seated, the little baby-doll dress rides up to reveal the kid's panty crotch.

The child's little knee socks and tiny Mary Jane shoes kicking the chair make the meal even more difficult. And why is this little girl so celestially pretty, the guy wonders? She certainly didn't get that gene from my sister, or our parents, the guy thinks as he mechanically chews. She has the face of an angel.

Neither man nor child taste much of the casserole, nor the Pepsi she's drinking, nor the wine in his hand. They both make small talk over dinner, about his trip to Japan, her first-grade classmates, both privately lost in thought about... other things.

*****

While loading the dishwasher, Max checks his watch. Damn. Only 7 pm. I can't reasonably put the kid to bed earlier than about 8:30, or 9. I'm just going to have to tough it out until then, he thinks to himself.

"Unca Max, can we watch Shrek 2? It's one of my favorites!"

Max settles into a sofa, clicks it on, checks his watch again. Melissa stretches out on the floor in front of him, her legs bent at the knees, happily kicking her little shoes in the air with delight at the antics on screen.

Behind her, Max cannot help staring at the child's panties. The too-small babydoll dress hem is halfway up her little bottom, no bigger than a grapefruit. His dick is almost completely engorged in his shorts, but stuffed between his thighs to hide it. He glances at his watch again. It's two minutes later.

The kid clambers awkwardly to her feet, clacks over to Max and hops up onto the sofa next to him. "I'm cold," she pouts, snuggling into him and tugging his wrist to drape his arm around her bony little shoulders. She carefully adjusts it so that the palm of his hand covers the stiff little nipple beneath the thin cotton dress.

With her head nestled into his chest, the child can hear and feel his heartbeat quickening. She doesn't yet understand that each beat engorges his penis more, but it thrills her to know that his heart beats faster when he touches her.

The little girl sighs contentedly and snuggles into her uncle's torso, curling her stumpy legs beneath her on the sofa, noting with satisfaction that her uncle is trying -- unsuccessfully --to avoid staring at her thin, milky little thighs.

Max is desperately trying not to look, but he can't help it. Those little Mary Jane shoes, the child's tiny, naked legs curled beneath her, the cute babydoll dress that almost exposes her little panties... It takes all the willpower he can muster to keep his hand absolutely still, to keep himself from fondling the tiny nipple he can feel pressed into his palm. His engorged dick aches, pressed firmly between his thighs, to conceal it from his innocent little niece.

*****

After a few minutes the child curls her tiny fingers around the man's hand, where it covers her nipple, presses his hand gently into her flat chest, and whispers, "Thank you for my presents, Unca Max..."

Off in pedophile dreamland, all senses concentrating on the sensation of that tiny nipple in his palm, Uncle Max is startled. "Um... what, Melissa?"

"Thank you for my presents. I love them," the child whispers, squeezing the hand that cups her nipple.

Whack! Honk! Zzzzzooooom, CRASH! from the TV intervenes. When the noise subsides, the puzzled man says, "Uh... you... found the doll, right? That... well, I'm sorry, but that's all I got for you, honey."

"Oh, no Unca Max, you got me another present, remember? You musta forgot!" the kid says, with her endearing gap-tooth grin. "Look, see?"

She hops off the sofa to stand before him, jerks up the dress to display the yellow Hello Kitty panties, a size too large, so the crotch gaps and droops beneath her babyfat little tummy.

The man's cheeks redden, and his raging erection instantly shrinks in his shorts, in shame. He's masturbated a dozen times into those little panties. They stank of littlegirl pussy goo when he bought them from a vending machine in Osaka. Luckily they'd been washed since then, but... still... to see his secret pedophile masturbation panties on his sister's small child is a shock he never expected.

Well... jeezuz, he thinks to himself, the little kid doesn't know about that, she thinks they're a gift, so just go with it.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, Melissa, I did forget," Max says, trying to keep his voice from cracking, his dick again stiffening as he stares at the baggy panties that droop to expose part of one pussy lip, and the enticing, childish logo above.

The man manages a weak smile. "Do you like it, honey?"

Still holding up her baby-doll dress to display her panties, the little girl beams her gap-toothed grin at the man and says, "Yeah, I love it!" She then ducks her head coyly, bites her lip and says, "Do you like it, too, Unca Max?"

Dick throbbing in his pants again, staring at the cotton crotch of the little kid's cartoon panties, poor Uncle Max says, "Oh, yeah, that's why I got them for you, Melissa, because they're so cute. I read somewhere that all the Japanese kids are wearing them these days, and..."

"Oh, no, Unca Max," the child interrupts, pouting and shaking her head. "Thass not what I mean. I mean... well... do you like looking at me, in my panties, like this?"

The stunned man blushes purple. "Uh... yes... oh, I mean, no... I mean... well, Melissa, they're very cute, they look cute on you, but..."

The kid drops her hem, smirks at the man, steps to stand in front of him, between his legs. She smiles, a shy, demure smile, as she rests her tiny hand on his throbbing erection.

"You know what I mean, Unca Max," the child whispers "I know you... um... like me, Unca Max..." she whispers, gently squeezing the thing in her little hand.

The dazed man bolts off the sofa to stand towering above the smirking child. He's over six feet tall, she's 3' 4".

"M- Melissa, stop this right now, or I'll send you to your room, and we won't watch the movie. That's... a bad thing to do."

The little tease smirks up at the man, steps forward to clasp his thigh in both skinny arms, rocks from side to side, looks up with wide eyes. Then, in her most childishly innocent voice, says, "But Unca Max, are those cartoons in your suitcase bad, too? And those pictures of me in my panties. Are they bad? Unca Max?"

The man's throat constricts as he stares down at the small child hugging his leg and looking up with her imploring expression of mock innocence.

A sudden, terrifying realization punctures the pedoerotic buzz that had fogged his mind -- the little kid knows exactly what he wants, knows exactly how forbidden it is. He realizes that this smirking kid holds his career, his very life, in her spoiled, pristine little hands with perfectly manicured nails.

"Melissa, we have to talk," he says. He pries the child's arms from his thigh and sits down on the sofa, breathing hard, his pulse thundering in his terrified ears. His smirking 7-year-old niece sits beside him.

"AAAAAAGHHHH! the television screeches, and the little girl calmly reaches for the remote, to mute the sound.

"Melissa... look, I love you. You're my only niece. And I love your mom, she's my sister. And... well, that's it. Do you understand?"

"No it's not," the child says. "You're one of those guys who likes little girls. I know! You got all those pictures of little girls doin' things wif grownups, an' you got all excited when you were feelin' me before. I know all about that stuff."

"W- what?!? What... stuff? Where... how do you know about... that stuff, Melissa?"

"My friend Amanda, in school. She says lots of guys like little girls. She teases them all the time..." the child announces. "and sometimes she lets 'em do nasty stuff wif her, and she said sometimes it's rilly fun," she adds, biting her lip and grinning.

Long silence, as the man gazes tight-lipped at the precocious child.

"Melissa... okay, Amanda is right, there are guys who like little kids, but that doesn't mean it's right. You're my niece. I love you, so... well, we just can't do anything like that. Okay, honey? We just can't. You'll understand why when you grow up."

The spoiled little brat is not accustomed to being denied anything she wants. She calmly reaches down, curls her tiny fingers around the turgid penis, says, "Don't you wanna... you know... play wif me, Unca Max?" the child whispers with a shy smile as she gently squeezes the man's dick. "I know it's rilly bad, Unca Max, but I won't tell. I promise."

The man sucks in his breath and shudders at the sensation of the child's tiny fingers fondling his erection. Melissa smirks at his hesitation. She slips a shoulder strap of her babydoll dress down to expose a tiny nipple. She reaches for the man's hand and presses it into her flat chest.

"Don't you wanna... touch me, Unca Max?" she whispers, stroking the man's trembling hand in lazy circles over her flat nipple.

She gently squeezes the man's penis, leans forward to whisper in his ear, "I know you like little girls, Unca Max," the child whispers, her soft lips brushing the man's ear. "An' I'm little. Don't you wanna... play wif me?" she breathes, gently squeezing the stiff penis in her little hand.

The child bites her lip coyly and tugs the man's other hand down, to press his palm into the soft fabric of the little Hello Kitty panties. "You can touch me down here, too, if you wanna, Unca Max," the kid smirks up at him.

The dazed man gasps, jerks his hands away. "M- Melissa... I... No, no, this is wrong, stop it, right now," the tormented guy gasps.

"Yeah, I know it's wrong," the kid smirks. "It's wrong, cuz I'm just a little kid. See how little I am?" she whispers, dropping the other shoulder strap to expose both flat nipples.

The man sucks in his breath at the sight of the child's pale, flat chest, emphasized by the tan lines that frame the milky, tender flesh around her tiny nipples.

The child leans forward again, pressing her nipples into the man's shoulder as her lips again brush his ear, "I know its wrong, Unca Max, but I know you wanna touch me, an'... an' do stuff wif me, don'cha?" she breathes into the man's ear, reaching down to grasp his dick again.

The man's mouth opens and closes, wordlessly, veins bulging in his neck. He squeezes his eyes shut, then shakes his head violently and jerks the kid's hand away from his crotch, whirls to face the smirking child, his face crimson with lust and rage.

"D- dammit, Melissa... you..."

Long pause.

"Okay, yeah, Melissa, yes, I... want to do that, but it's not gonna happen, okay? And your teasing me about it is making me... very angry, okay? So just stop it. You think you're having fun, but this is NOT a game. This is serious. You... you're just a CHILD, for chrissake."

The little kid grins broadly. "I KNOW, I KNOW!" she chirps merrily, tossing her head to make her little pigtails bounce. "Thass why you wanna play wif me, 'cuz I'm a little girl! Thass what Amanda told me about!"

"Look, I don't know what Amanda told you, but... Melissa, I'm warning you, if you don't..."

The kid's merry expression suddenly turns dark as she cuts the man off, mid-sentence. "No, Unca Max, I'm warning YOU," she spits. "If you don't... don't DO it, I'll show Mommy that magazine."

The man's dick shrinks in his shorts. "You... you took one of... one of THOSE, Melissa? You have to give it back to me, right now. That's stealing. It's wrong, and you can get in a lot of trouble for that."

The child bites her lip and smirks up at him. "I know. An' you could get inna a lotta trouble, too, if I tell my Mommy about you touching me an' stuff. Amanda told me. She said some guys go to jail for doin' stuff like that, Unca Max!"

Uncle Max just sits there, trying to look authoritative, but his mind is seething with equal parts kiddie sex lust and terror. It's absolutely delicious to masturbate over photos and fantasies of his pretty little niece, but now the spoiled little brat is cruelly teasing him and blackmailing him simultaneously. Jeezuz.

Max shakes his head, stands and leaves the room without a word. He goes to the kitchen, replaces his wine glass with a tumbler glassful. He drains half of it in the kitchen, to calm his jangled nerves, carries the rest back to the living room, to find the 7-year-old brat now lying on the sofa, her skinny legs spread widely beneath the little babydoll dress, with a teasing smirk on her pretty face.

Time for executive management skills. Max sits in a chair opposite the obscenely spread little child grinning eagerly up at him, sips his wine, and says, "Okay, Melissa. You're in charge. What next? Tell me what you want."

The little kid screws up her face and fumes at the man. "You KNOW! Just... DO it!"

"No, I don't know, Melissa. You have to tell me. Didn't your friend Amanda tell you everything there is to know?"

"Well... kinda... I guess," the kid pouts. "But... but I didn't rilly understand some of it."

"Well, people are all different. They like different things. They tell each other what they want. What do you want, Melissa?"

Despite her tiny, immature body, the kid is smart beyond her years. She's onto this diversion instantly. She clamps her tiny lips together, trembles with childish tantrum rage, pounds her little fists into the sofa cushion in frustration, says, "Well... I dunno, but YOU do. YOU'RE a grownup. Show me. You better, or I'll tell my Mommy."

A fleeting thought flashes through the man's mind. He wonders how life would be in a non-extradition country like Venezuala, realizes he can't book a flight to get him there before the kid talks to Mommy, realizes he doesn't speak Spanish and has no desire to live there, realizes he can't get enough liquid assets out of the country to support himself, realizes he has to do something, right now, to resolve this situation.

"Melissa, I can't do anything until you tell me what you want. Otherwise it's not about love, it's about... well, aggression. You understand?"

The kid claps her knobby knees together on the sofa, and scowls angrily down at the cushion. She finally looks up, defiantly, says, "Okay, then... what I want is to see you get rilly excited, like you did this afternoon, when you were feelin' me."

"Well, Melissa, I'm already excited, just like I was."

The child's face crinkles into a sly grin. She bites her lip, smirking, says in a naughty whisper, "Unca Max, did you... was that a orgasm you had, when you were feelin' me today, an' rubbing your thing on me?"

Oh, fuck, Max thinks to himself. His act didn't fool the precocious little first-grader, after all.

"Uh, yeah, Melissa, I did." The kid grins, the gummy gap between her teeth glistening in the soft light.

"Lemme see it," she whispers eagerly, hopping up on her knees to stare at the man's bulging crotch. After a pause she adds, "You better, or I'll tell."

His cheeks burning with frustrated rage, Max sighs heavily, stands and crosses the room to draw the curtains tightly over the windows. Then locks the front door. He crosses to the sofa, stands before the eager child and slowly tugs down his shorts and briefs together.

"Wowwwwwww..." the child grins, staring at the man's naked penis dangling on his wrinkled balls, shrunken now by embarrassment, and the gnawing fear of the consequences of all this.

The kid leans forward on her knees, and pokes at it, tentatively, with her finger. She looks up at the man, perplexed. "But it's not all big an' stiff like it was today, Unca Max. Why not?"

"Well, Lissa, I'm worried. We're not supposed to be doing this."

"I know!" the kid giggles, biting her lip. Then adds, with a nasty sneer, "I bet I can get it big, Unca Max!"

The child flops back into the sofa, spreads her stumpy legs and tugs aside the crotch of her panties, smirking up at the man. "Look at it, Unca Max," she whispers with a sneer, peeling open her fat little 7-year-old pussy lips with her fingers. "Don't you wanna... touch it?"

The man stares down at the child's spread-open little pussy and his dick jerks. It's just too much for his overstimulated brain. The little dress, the kiddie panties, the knee socks, the tiny Mary Jane shoes. The child's soft, miniature pussy lips, the succulent little hole he's desired all his adult life. The kid claps her hand over her mouth and bursts into gales of hysterical giggles, pointing at her uncle's penis as it begins to thicken and jerkily rise from his scrotum.

The giggling child hops off the sofa to stand in front of the man, his erect penis bobbing inches from her freckled face. She beams a naughty grin up at the man's face, grabs her pigtails and begins teasingly brushing the man's throbbing dick with them.

"See, I told you I could make it big, Unca Max!" she grins, dragging the tiny pink bows down the length of his heavily veined dick. The stunned man just gazes down at the soft little pigtails teasing him, breathing hard.

The pretty little girl looks up at the tall man, clasps his bare thigh and presses her tummy into it. "Touch me, Unca Max...," she breathes on the man's engorged dick. "I know you wanna feel me, Unca Max," she murmurs coyly. "You can feel me... I won't tell..."

The man struggles to speak, but the words won't come. In a daze, he kicks off the shorts puddled around his ankles, kneels before the child and reaches around her to fondle her soft, tiny bottom through the thin cotton dress. His trembling hands glide down her thin legs to the tops of her knee socks, then slowly back up to cup her warm bottom again, his bloated dick pressed into the child's flat chest.

The kid eagerly looks into the man's face, fascinated by her uncle's obvious arousal. "You rilly like to touch me like that, don'cha, Unca Max?" she grins in the man's panting face. "Is that gettin' you excited?" she teases, pressing her flat chest into his straining dick.

The man jerks the child to him, plasters his mouth into hers and groans heavily as he fondles her tiny bottom and swirls his tongue in her warm mouth. His mind reels with pedosexual lust at the childish taste of sweet soft drink in the mouth of the little girl he's desired for years. He whimpers his uncontrollable with lust into her mouth as he hungrily strokes his engorged tongue in the gummy little gap between her front teeth, and a glistening bead of pre-cum oozes from his quivering dick to soak into the child's babydoll dress.

The kid giggles merrily into the man's mouth as she feels him fondling her bottom and urgently sucking her little tongue, then plants her hands on his shoulders and pushes him away.

"I din't say you cud KISS me, Unca Max!" she scolds, spinning around in her little dress to face away from the dazed man. "I just said you cud FEEL me," she purrs, dragging his large hands up to press his palms into her flat chest.

The man's nostrils flare at the bubblegum scent of the child's flaxen hair as he gently strokes and fondles the tiny nipples through the thin cotton dress. The kid reaches down, grabs her dress hem and jerks it up to her chin. "Naw, Unca Max, feel me like THIS!" she coos, moving his hand to her bare chest.

The man sucks in his breath at the feeling of a child's tender little nipple in his palm. His other trembling hand caresses her soft, babyfat tummy. The child smirks with satisfaction as she feels the man's warm breath panting into her golden hair, feels his large hands trembling with lust as he fondles her immature body.

"Unca Max? Do you wanna feel me in my panties?" the kid whispers teasingly. "I'll let ya put yer hand in there, if you wanna," she breathes, slowly tugging the man's hand down to brush the elastic waistband of the Hello Kitty panties.

The man's trembling fingers dip beneath the little waistband, his fingers tingling at the sensation of the tender littlegirl flesh just above her soft mound.

"Eeeeew, Unca Max! You're rubbin' your THING on my bottom!" the kid squeals as the man pants and hunches into the soft fabric of her little panties. "Yer gettin' my panties all WET with yer STUFF! Eeewwww, thass so NASTY, Unca Max!"

The man is too far gone now to care, his mind fogged by a lifetime of kiddie sex desires, and his first ever touch of a child's tender nipple and soft little tummy. He tries to stop, but just can't stop fondling her, can't stop stroking himself in the sweet warmth of her little bottom suffusing through the panty fabric to tantalize his aching penis.

The little girl smirks, then puts on her most pouty, innocent expression, turns to look over her shoulder at the man and whispers, "It's okay, Unca Max, you can touch it..."

She bites her lower lip and smirks as her small hand tugs his large one deeper into her little panties. The man's eyes dim and he involuntarily gasps, "Oh..." as his finger dips between the child's puffy little sex lips.

The pouting child turns away, so her uncle can't see her gleeful smirk. She presses her tiny hand into her panty crotch, to nestle the man's finger firmly into the warm goo puddled between her little babyfat vulva lips.

"This is rilly bad, isn't it, Unca Max?" the child whispers eagerly as she rubs her panty crotch, to masturbate herself with the man's thick finger. She squirms and wiggles his finger until his fingertip is poised at the mouth of her drooling little hole. "It feels kinda funny down there," she whispers, smirking as she feels the man hunching her little leg faster now. "Do you feel kinda funny, too, Unca Max?"

Helplessly imprisoned by his uncontrollable lust, the man just pants heavily into the child's golden hair, masturbating himself on the tiny cartoon kiddie panties as the child teases his tumescent fingertip at the mouth of her leaking little sex hole. The little girl shivers with the thrilling excitement of it as she enjoys the man's finger, hears his heavy panting into her hair, feels his copious pre-cum now soaked through her panties to puddle in the cleft between her apple-size butt cheeks.

"Oooo, that feels nice, Unca Max," the child smirks as she strokes the man's finger in her slick little crevice. "I like it when you touch me like that," the kid whispers as she cranes her neck to look down at the man's hand working in her panties.

"Unca Max?" the child swivels her head to gaze up at her uncle with a wide-eyed, innocent expression and whispers, "Unca Max, did you think about... feelin' me like this when you looked at those pictures of me playin' on the swings?"

The dazed man just blushes purple and groans raggedly. His eyes glaze over as he fondles the child's flat chest beneath the cotton dress and swirls his finger in the warm goo leaking from her tiny vagina. His aching prostate quivers and he begins trembling in anticipation of the imminent orgasm. Some part of his mind knows how shamed he'll be when he ejaculates on his little niece's wet panties, but he can't stop himself.

Melissa is absolutely fascinated by the man's shaking and urgent panting as he fondles her. The little girl has never seen anyone in this condition. It thrills her to feel and hear her uncle's desperate desire for her. and she doesn't want it to end, wants to see how excited she can make him.

The little brat wraps her fingers around the man's wrist and gently tugs it. "We better stop now, Unca Max," she whispers, shyly, as she drags his trembling hand out of her little panties. "This is rilly naughty."

The little babydoll dress falls back into place as the kid turns to face the man, trying to suppress a smirk at the agonized mask of lust that makes his face almost unrecognizable. She then looks down, coyly, bites her lip and speaks in a mockingly shy voice.

"Unca Max? Did you like feelin' me like that? I liked it," the kid whispers, breaking into a proud grin. The stunned man just licks his dry lips and nods.

"Unca Max, can I feel YOU like that?" the kid whispers, biting her lip and pretending shy embarrassment as she stares at the man's throbbing penis. "I never felt one before, can I touch yours?" she whispers.

Beyond all reason now, the overwhelmed man nods, "Y- yeah, okay, M- Melissa... you can... ah... touch it," he gasps.

The kid grins eagerly as she reaches to grasp his engorged dick in her little hand. The man's eyes dim as he watches his curious niece enfold her other hand around him, her tiny fingers exploring the spongy flesh and heavy veins. The man groans and a glistening drop of pre-cum appears. The kid grins, smears it in her little palm and slathers it down the length of his dick.

"Does that feel good, Unca Max?" the child whispers as she slowly strokes the wet penis with both little hands. The man's abdomen begins to quiver. "Y- yes, Melissa, it... it... feels good..." the man gasps, unable to stop himself from gently thrusting, fucking himself into the child's warm, slick little fingers.

"Unca Max? Amanda told me some guys like to... well... put it in a little girl's mouth," the child breathes on the man's wet dick as she masturbates him. "Do you wanna put it in my mouth, Unca Max?"

The poor guy drools a puddle of pre-cum into the child's clasping fingers. "O- oh yeah... yeah, M- Melissa... p-put it in your... your m- mouth..." the man gasps, his whole body shaking with sweet anticipation.

The child stares directly into the man's glazed eyes as she opens her mouth widely, pokes out her tongue and pulls the turgid penis in, clamping her little lips around it and sucking, stroking the thing with her little tongue, her twinkling little eyes eager to see his response.

"Omigod... omigod..." the desperate man babbles as his bulging eyes watch the pretty little 7-year-old happily gobbling at his dick, her tiny fingers grasping the root where it emerges from his wrinkled balls, her little baby teeth gently scraping the turgid flesh of his penis. The man's hands reflexively curl into the child's hair.

Melissa feels the man's dick throbbing in her mouth, tastes the salty pre-cum drooling onto her tongue, feels her uncle's fingers tense on her scalp as she laves and suckles at the thing in her mouth.

"Oh... ogod, s- stop, Lissa, I'm... Uncle Max is... is gonna... ogod..."

Very, very slowly, the little girl draws the quivering penis out of her mouth, a long strand of saliva and pre-cum clinging to her lower lip and the tip of his wet dick. She grasps his bloated erection in both little hands, squeezing and stroking it as she leans forward to brush his dry lips with hers, warm and slick with saliva.

The man shudders and his eyes glaze over as he looks down to watch the child's tiny fingers slowly masturbating his wet penis. "Unca Max?" the kid whispers, "When it's all wet an' I rub it like this, does it feel like when it's inside a girl?"

The child reaches for his hand, tugs it between her little legs, pushes aside her panty crotch and stuffs his middle finger deeply up inside her drooling vagina. "Unca Max, don'cha wanna do it in here?" the child breathes into the man's panting mouth as she swirls his finger in the slick warmth of her tiny cunt.

The man's eyes bulge as he stares at his finger buried to the last knuckle inside the child's little hole, crooking and twisting it to feel the soft undulations of her tender pussy flesh.

"Does it feel good in there, Unca Max?" she breathes, fucking herself with his thick finger while squeezing and stroking the man's slippery dick. "It's pretty big, Unca Max, but I bet you could get it in there... don'cha wanna... you know... do it inside me, Unca Max?"

"U- uuMMPH!" the man grunts as the semen explodes from his tormented dick, striking the kid's little play dress with such force that some splashes up to drip from her pale chin. Delighted by her accomplishment, the little girl quickly presses the mushroom head of the man's squirting dick against her flatchest, craning her head down to watch her uncle's orgasm with fascination.

"EEEEeeewwww!" the kid squeals, delightedly smearing the man's ejaculating dick into her bony little chest as it frantically jerks and heaves, and the sperm pumps and gushes and finally dribbles down the front of her little dress in the final spasms of her uncle's long-pent-up relief.

Still kneeling before the child, the dazed man falls back on his haunches, gasping for breath, his spent dick still jerking and twitching and leaking semen onto the floor. The little girl is ecstatic, alternately beaming her childish gap-toothed grin at the semi-naked man, and looking down to smirk at the slimy mess dripping down her play dress.

"Eew, LOOK, Unca Max!" the kid grins at the man, smearing the milky slime around on her dress with one stumpy finger. "Wow, you got a LOT of that stinky stuff on me this time!" she announces proudly.

The little girl leans forward to curl her fingers around the man's spent, wet dick and smirks up at him. "Know what, Unca Max? You sound rilly funny when you're doin' it. Your eyes get all kinda fuzzy, an' you go like, 'UH... UH... UH... UH' while the stuff is comin' out!" The little brat squeezes his deflating dick with both hands and bursts into giggles.

The man blushes orange, but despite himself he grasps the child's tiny hands in his and strokes them on his spent penis until it dribbles a little aftershock of semen into her wet palms.

When his ragged breathing subsides, the man heavily clambers up on unsteady legs and looks down at the smirking kid in her obscenely fouled play dress and shiny little shoes, still giggling and wiping her slimed hands on the dress.

"Lissa, go... go change your clothes. Right now," he stammers, too stunned to think what else to say.

The precocious little beauty queen scrambles to her feet, still smirking up at him, and swirling her finger provocatively in the viscous mess on her chest. "Why, Unca Max, don't you like to look at it? Amanda says guys like to look at their stinky stuff on little girls, after they get finished," she smirks, poking the man's spent dick teasingly with a fingertip.

"Lissa, that's enough of that," the shamed man mumbles. "Just go change. I don't want to talk about it any more."

The child pouts up at him. "But you gotta, Unca Max, you gotta teach me about this stuff," she pouts in a petulant voice. "If you don't, I'll..."

"MELISSA, don't give me that line again," he barks. "Your mom would never believe you, and she'd punish you very severely for lying, so don't try to threaten on me. Just... just go change your clothes."

The little kid sullenly clacks out of the room, frowning angrily. A minute later she calls from down the hall. "Unca Max?" The man tugs on his damp shorts, sighs, and trudges down the hall. He finds the child in her mom's bedroom, stark naked but for her little socks and shoes, and the pink ribbons in her pigtails.

"Unca Max, did you know Mommy has a safe?" she says, pointing to the open lockbox built into a wall inside a closet.

"No, Melissa, why would I care?"

"Well, you remember when you said Mommy wouldn't believe me if I tell her what you did? well... I wasn't gonna say I'd TELL Mommy what you did. I was gonna say I'd SHOW it to her!"

The kid whips out a camcorder from behind her back, pushes a button and grins. The man stares at the tiny screen and hears "UH! UH! UH! UH! aAAHHHH..." as his swollen dick ejaculates on the child's chest. His shock turns to anger, he lunges forward, but the kid switches off the thing, tosses it in and slams the door of the safe, giggling.

"I know the combination!" The kid announces smugly. "You don't!"

The stunned man gapes wordlessly as the naked little brat sways her skinny, boyish hips at him and sings in her high-pitched voice, "I know it and YOUUUU don't! I know it and YOUUUU don't! Nyaaaa, nyaaa, nya-nya, nyaaaaaaaaaa!"

The man just shakes his head and turns to leave the room.

"Wait, Unca Max, don'cha wanna play wif this?" the precocious little 7-year-old whines in her petulant voice. The guy turns to see her smirking up at him, peeling open her little pussy lips with her fingers.

"You gotta do what I say, now, Unca Max. But I bet you'll like it!" she smirks.

The man frowns, opens his mouth to reply when the phone rings in his pocket.

"Yeah..." the frustrated guy grunts into the phone. "Oh, shit, Margaret, no. NO. I can't... Yeah... well, yeah, I understand, but... [long pause, heavy sigh] Yeah, yeah, I don't have any pressing engagements tonight, I know... okay, yeah, bye."

the naked child behind him giggles. "Mommy's not comin' home tonight, is she?" the kid smirks.

"WHAT?!?," the angry and distracted man says, whirling to face the kid.

"She always does that when Aunt Nancy comes to babysit. She says, 'Oh, I'll be home by eleven, Nancy,' then later she calls and says she's gonna spend the night at Mister Johnson's house!" the child announces smugly.

"I think Mommy likes to... you know... DO it with Mister Johnson," the kid whispers, poking her little tongue through the gap between her porcelain-white teeth, and pointing at her bare little pudenda.