We'd always been friendly with our nect door neighbours, Jeff and Hannah, and so it was a complete surprise when I came home from the match to find Hannah, in floods of tears, in the kitchen with my wife Jenny. It seems that the wonderful marriage that was proudly displayed to the world was only a veneer and underneath lay a tangled web of jealously, lies and deceit. Jenny tearfully informed us that Jeff had been "working late hours" morer and more lately, and even had been forced to spend the odd night away "for work reasons". Now, it transpires that Jeff had been visiting Sally, one of the young women at the supermarket he managed and spending the night with her, she being single and living alone across the other side of town. This evidently had been going on for months, and when confronted by Hannah, they had had a blazing row, which ended with Jeff storming out (presumably into the welcoming arms of Sally) and only returning yesterday, when Hannah was out picking their little girl up from school, to collect a suitcase of clothes and leave a note to say their marriage was over and he was leaving to go and live with Sally.

"Where's Charlotte?" I asked. Charlotte was their six year old daughter - an angelic, blue-eyed little darling with cascading blonde curls and little cupid's-bow lips who could melt the heart of any man, including me. Hannah had often left her with us when she needed a babysitter as we got on so well together. I'd never looked after her on my own; Jenny had always been there, so perhaps that's why, on reflection, I had never particularly looked at Charlie (as she liked to be called) with anything more than a sort of paternal eye. How soon that was to change over the next few weeks and months.

I was a designer by trade and had been employed by a local agency. However, the company had got into trouble and had to lay off several staff, including yours truly. As I couldn't find another job, I started a little business of my own and worked from home (I had a small office in the small front bedroom upstairs). My wife worked for the local bank as a sales advisor. Hannah had recently got a little part-time job to help make ends meet, which meant she couldn't pick Charlottre up from school two days a week. The first time it happened, Hannah rang me in a panic from work, told me in tears she wasn't able to get away and could I pick up Charlotte and keep her at home with me until she could get back, which probably wouldn't be until early evening. Of course, I said, no problem, don't worry about it - and so it was I came to be sitting on the sofa one afternoon, reading a story about dragons and handsome princes to a very sleepy little six year old girl.

Jenny had rung to say she would be late home as well that evening and told me to get something to eat for me and Charlie. This was all new to me, but Charlie had helped in the kitchen and we had eaten a wonderful meal of chicken nuggets and chips, straight from the freezer, into the oven! Charlie said her Mom would never let her have chicken nuggets and chips as she said it was bad for her and made her eat lots of vegetables. I told her not to worry, it would be our secret and if she didn't tell, neither would I.

Eventually, Charlie fell asleep in my arms and I laid her down on the sofa to sleep. As I did so, her little plaid school skirt rode up, exposing her little white cotton pants, edged with pink elastic ribbon. They looked slightly small to me and fitted her quite tightly, which emphasised the form of her blossoming pussy underneath. I sat there staring guiltily at this sight (I think I even looked around, even though I knew I was on my own, to check no-one was watching), never realising before that the sight of this six year old's genitals was affecting me in ways I doidn't think possible.

Charlie seemed to be fast asleep, and I placed one finger against the swell of her pussy lips and gently traced the outline, first one side, then the other. I could feel my cock stiffening as I did this. I knew it was wrong, or at least society decreed it to be wrong, and yet here I was, touching up the pussy of a six year old girl AND getting turned on by it. Charlie had hardly stirred and so, emboldened by getting no reaction so far, I leaned down and placed my nose against it this time, breathing in the aroma - a heady mixture of, perhaps, a little urine, talcum powder perhaps and in the background, very faintly but definitely there, the unmistakeable scent of a woman.

Without realising what I was doing, my tongue came out and gently licked the thin fabric covering her mound. This time, she did move a little, but not enough to wake. By this time, I was feeling braver, and slowly slid one finger under the leg elastic of her pants, feeling the wonderful virginal puffy flesh of her blossoming labia under my fingertip. I pushed a little further and slid a little way between her lips, feeling a slight wetness developing. Charlie moaned a little in her sleep, but still didn't wake, and I carried on massaging her sex, until I moved my finger upwards and found her little clitoris. Gently, I revolved my finger around it, making Charlie moan again, and this time she began to squirm around, forcing me to withdraw my finger.

I sat there, my heart thumping, thinking she was about to wake up and scream the house down, but she seemed to quieten down again and her breathing became more regular. She was wearing a regulation school blouse, which, as a lot of kids do these days, had been pulled out from her skirt as soon as she left school. I slowly inched this upwards and untucked her cotton vest underneath, pushing this up as well until I had exposed her chest. She was too small to have started wearing a bra, but there were definitely two little swellings on her chest, each topped by the sexiest little nipple I had ever seen. I don't know if it was the effect of the earlier massaging of her pussy, but they both appeared erect to me and I couldn't help but lean down and roll the tip of my tongue over each hard nub. Charlie moaned again at this and stirred, so I quickly sat upright and started reading a magazine.

"Uncle Jimmy?" came a sleepy voice from my left.

"Hello, darling," I said "have you had a nice sleep?"

"Mmmm yes" said Charlie. "I had a strange dream though where someone was touching me although I couldn't see who it was. But whoever it was touching me did it so nicely I couldn't say anything, and I felt really strange!"

"Strange, sweetie? What do you mean?"

"Um, I don't know, really. I just felt so nice and warm and happy and my body felt all tingly."

"Hmmmm - what a strange dream, Charlie! Did you like feeling tingly?"

"Yes, I did - it was strange, but nice!"

Charlie rolled off the sofa and stood up, suddenly looking down at the state of her clothes.

"Look at me, Uncle Jimmy - what a mess I've made of my clothes while I've been asleep!"

"I know," I said "you silly thing - get yourself straighted up before your Mom comes home, otherwise she won't let you stay here again, will she? Would you like to stay here with me again another time. Just the two of us? I've enjoyed it too."

"Ooh yes, Uncle Jimmy, I would!" She stopped and looked around and then said, in a lowered voice "Especially if you let me eat nice things that Mom won't let me have!"

"oh, don't worry, Charley, I will - it's our secret, isn't it? I'm sure we will be such good friends that we will have lots of secrets before long to keep to ourselves, that only we will know about. Would you like that?"

She looked up at me, biting gently at her lower lip as she thought, and then said "Yes, Uncle Jimmy - I think we will have LOTS of secrets!" and clapped her hands in glee.