Chapter 1

The story of my nephew's 12-year-old stepdaughter is being written in the present but has only begun, and where the future lies is anyone's guess. Being honest, I'm saying that this child should be getting the very best of mental therapy, but in my heart, I know that this will probably never happen nor, for my sake, would I want it to. Yet who's to say that she won't end up being what society considers 'normal'; hell, maybe even more so than other girls of her age. She certainly has one advantage, in that she is much more sexually aware than all of her friends and she already knows how to use her femininity to her advantage. I may have only been her very first conquest, but this kid is a fast and determined learner.

Did I take advantage of my step-niece? I'm sure that everyone reading this story will say yes to that, but in my heart I know that under the same circumstances most guys would have acted and did everything that I did, without much difference.

Annie came to stay with my family for the summer as an 11-year-old Lolita. Why would I say that? Well the truth is that almost every single grown up in our family almost immediately recognized 'a problem' with the youngster, from the time my nephew first became involved with Annie's mother. At the time, the little girl was only 7 years old. Thinking back, I guess that we all refused to believe our suspicions and none of us voiced our fears to one another.

My nephew Terry first met Annie's mother Keena when she was only seventeen years old. Out of respect for Terry none of us even alluded to it, but I think that we all were thinking the same thing: that Keena was 'nothing but white trash', to repeat an old phase. Politely, we all held our opinions to ourselves, indeed probably all of us hoping that we were wrong.

Nevertheless, the truth as we saw it was that the girl already had two kids, aged 7 and 5, and she lived alone with them, living off government supported welfare. Her husband Anthony, the father of Annie and her brother Temple, had been in prison for almost a year by the time that Terry first became involved with the young, single mother. Keena had gotten pregnant with Annie when she was only 13 years old and had moved out on her own at that time to live with her future children's father.

I don't know anything about the circumstances of my nephew's meeting Keena, their eventual 'courtship' and how their 'thing' progressed; I can only guess because he had never before dated and is what everyone refers to as just 'a likable good kid'. I suspect that he was very vulnerable and she took advantage of his naiveté.

No matter. Soon Terry and Keena became a thing and began to show up as a couple at family parties, outings and cookouts; with 7-year-old Annie and her 5-year-old brother Temple. Within six months of their first meeting they soon began living together in my brother-in-law's extra apartment, staying together for a couple of years and finally getting married two years ago, after she divorced her husband.

I don't think that any of us expected the marriage to last, but of course we were all keeping our fingers crossed, hoping that it would turn out okay. Unfortunately about the only thing that Keena had going for her was her looks. Other than that she was self-centered and lazy and she actually acted as if she couldn't stand any of us.

All of us seemed to recognize that young Annie had a problem but what that problem was differed in some of our heads. The older men in the family simply saw a super-hyper, fresh, intrusive, little girl/brat who ran around at our cookouts and parties without regard to what was going on around her, running around non-stop, cutting in on the grown-ups who were engaged in conversations; insisting on sitting on laps, etc.

I guess the younger men, such as my son and nephews, who were in the 18-25 age bracket, were actually realizing a lot more about the child. As I later found out, the youngster had a 'thing' for men. She frequently ground her young little body into the lap of whichever male she was sitting on, although right up until the time that she came to us for the summer, she never did that to me; probably because I was so straight-laced and would have never allowed it.

The girls and the women of the family certainly were taking notice of the child-vixen but because this was going on when Annie was only 7 to 9 years old, none spoke out, thinking and hoping that it would pass.

And it did…but not in the way that they thought it had…

What no one realized was that the young girl did indeed have a 'man-problem' as the ladies like to refer to it; undoubtedly the result of her 'training' by her father, who I later found out had been a total pervert, and her later encouragement by her mother. There was no doubt that the little girl's mind was far in advance of her child's body in wanting to be alone with a grown up man.

By the time that she was 9 years old, it seemed that all of the women of the family were highly suspicious of the child and whenever Annie happened to land on the lap of a husband, the wife was always right there. So were the girlfriends of the unmarried young men.

The little girl was clever enough to realize that she was being watched and she quickly changed her ways from being brash and fresh and cold toward all of the family women, and did a 180 degree turn around. She quickly became friendly and helpful and if she ever sat on a male lap it always seemed to be a remote type of thing and she always made sure that the spouse or girlfriend was right there; nothing sneaky. Suspicions ebbed but didn't completely die.

This summer, to everyone's dismay, things turned worse for my nephew and his family. I think that we all considered Keena to be 'white trash' but none of us had suspected that drugs were behind the laziness, apathy and bizarre attitude.

We were told that the 21-year-old girl had a big problem and that there was an available spot in a 90-day detoxification and rehabilitation facility that was located down in South Carolina near where her parents lived. We were further informed that Keena was finally prepared to face her problem. Unfortunately, my nephew was working both a full time and a part time job, which left him with the huge problem of how to take care of the kids.

To make a long story somewhat shorter, because I work at home, my wife and I were approached and asked if we'd take in the two kids for three months. School had just ended for the summer, so that wasn't a problem for us. And because we had an in-the-ground pool it was thought that 11-year-old Annie and 9-year-old Temple would take a minimum of looking after. Indeed, our thinking was that the little girl could probably oversee and take care of her brother with certain things.

My wife and I talked it all out over that whole weekend that we were asked. In the past, when we were alone, we had talked about our suspicions about the little girl so it was only a natural tongue-in-cheek question from me.

"Do you think you can trust me around Annie?"

Suzie smiled good-naturedly and answered, "It's not you that I'm worried about…It's HER!" Although this was said without a hint of humor she added, "Even though she seems to have straightened herself out you're probably still the only guy in the whole family that I trust around her. I don't think she ever even rolled her eyes at you."

We decided to take Annie and Temple for the summer.

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My nephew dropped the two kids off with us on a Friday night and by Sunday night when they went to bed I already knew that I was going to have a problem.

You can forget all of my religious upbringing, great ethics, upstanding person, blah, blah, blah!

This little Lolita gave me such a lesson that I knew I was in danger. If any of you readers have ever been 'hit upon' by someone of the opposite sex, with the sole purpose of breaking you down, you might understand what I'm going to explain. The fact that this was being done to me by an 11-year-old girl and that I couldn't resist is no justification for what was happening to me, of course, but that was exactly what was occurring.

As I began to see it, by hook or by crook this child had gotten it into her head to go after me; and from the beginning she somehow had the presence of mind never to let on in front of Suzie. How she managed to avoid my wife catching on I'll never know but the fact is that Suzie never had the slightest inclination that something was amiss; while at the same time it was totally obvious to me. How the youngster so cleverly pulled off this deception was truly amazing.

It seemed to me that every second that I was alone with Annie, even if Temple was around, her young eyes would bore searchingly into mine. By midday Saturday I found myself actually looking over the child's body with a male curiosity. And that's exactly what I was looking at: A CHILD'S BODY; with no shape and long skinny legs…but female nonetheless! For breasts, two little stones pushed out in her shirts as the only sign of femininity.

I can't say why I kept falling into the staring trap except to acknowledge that the youngster had a beautiful moppet face with shoulder length hair and sexy (Yes sexy!) pouty lips. And always there were those big and round eyes; which continuously stared into mine, searching whenever Suzie wasn't around.

I'm guessing that every man who reads this will be convinced that he would have been able to handle the situation with ease. I can only say in my defense that I could very well be the male with the most resistance in my entire family and that I never had had any thoughts of having an affair or any such thing, and most of all I've NEVER even looked at any girl under 18 or so, with anything more than admiration; never lust.

Yet I fully admit here that by that first Sunday night I was almost sure that this kid wanted to play with me and in my heart I realized that if that was indeed so then I was in deep trouble. I swear that when I looked into her face that I could see a recognition, on her lips and in her large blue eyes, that she had me where she wanted!

My downfall was quick.

Monday morning Suzie was off to work as usual and I was left alone with my destiny.

The young brother and sister stayed in the living room watching TV while I worked down in my basement den.

At about noon I came upstairs to feed them. They were already in their bathing suits as we had agreed that they could go into the pool every day after lunch. Even during this short half hour those eyes and that face played the searching game; perhaps even more so than when Suzie was in the house but out of the area. Annie was in a two piece bathing suit that I can't call sexy simply because the youngster had no shape yet, but my eyes couldn't help but to look at the expanses of smooth white skin on the long skinny legs, her back and her belly. And it seemed that each time that I looked up into the child's face her beauty was staring back at me. I can't describe this and it may sound silly, but I actually detected a sexual hunger in the young girl.

I don't know when Annie first recognized my vulnerability but I'm sure that by that time she was well aware of it; so much so that she had apparently already decided to see how far she could go with me.

"Let's go, Annie. Ready?" her brother asked as he rose from his chair after lunch.

"Yeah, okay," she responded, and then added, "But you go ahead, I'll be out in a few minutes. I want to put on some 'sun-block'."

By the look on his face it seemed as if Temple thought about saying something further but then he simply said, "Okay. See you outside," and hurried out through the door leading to the yard.

Holy good Christ! I realized that I was alone with this child. I didn't think that she arranged this on purpose but I can assure you that I did wonder. Our eyes met once again.

'This is freakin' crazy!' I thought to myself and got up and went to the sink to clean off the few dishes that were dirtied. Thankfully for me, while my back was turned I heard Annie's bare feet walk away and out of the room, heading to her own bedroom.

I finished wiping the dishes and sat back down on the straight back chair at the table. I then heard those little footsteps returning and within seconds the 11-year-old child was back; this time holding a tube in her hand. She then held it outstretched and walked closer to me.

"Could you put this on me, Uncle Cleve?" By then the youngster was standing right before me. Her little hand holding the 'sun-block' was outstretched and her face was looking at me searchingly.

I was suddenly sure that this kid knew exactly what she was doing and that she actually wanted to arouse my attention; I couldn't be sure if she was aware of the possibility of my physical arousal. I don't know if I dared to believe that she even knew more than mere touching, but I had no doubt she at least knew what that would do to me. I swear that it felt like forever looking into the youngster's questioning face as she held out the lotion for me. I was actually beginning to tremble as the realization of what I wanted to do was exploding in my brain. A myriad of warnings were flashing but they were losing their meaning, simply because my cock had expanded within my pants; becoming a throbbing tight mass that was ruling my thoughts.

With shaking hand I reached out to accept the tube from her and a funny smile, almost a look of pleased relief, passed her lips as she handed it to me.

"Turn around, hon," I whispered hoarsely, my voice so weak that I wasn't sure that Annie heard me.

Obviously she did because she obediently acceded, turning around so that her back was facing me. I spread my legs wider apart and the youngster backed up between them. While I was fumbling nervously with the tube, I allowed my eyes to wander down to the young girl's small but wonderfully rounded, tight little ass; the bottom cheeks slightly outside of the small bikini.

I cannot explain why but I was as nervously excited at that moment than at anytime in my entire life. This child wanted me to touch her; the 'sun-blocker' was simply an excuse, I was convinced. She wanted my hands on her! As she stood perfectly still I squeezed the 'blocker' from the tube into the palm of one hand and then switched and put it into the palm of my other hand, too. With trembling hand, I placed the tube on the table.

Then, while staring nervously at the young girl's back, I sucked in a deep breath and reached out my hands. The part of her back that was easily accessible was the expanse above the bikini bottom to below the bikini strap at the top, and from waist to waist. I felt the child's soft hot skin come under my touch and my cock jumped in my pants. As I rubbed her young flesh, my eyes and my mind were completely occupied by that beautiful little rounded ass. I could see the outline of the crack indented, which only further excited me. I could feel wetness in my pants as my hands moved over her smooth young skin.

I honestly don't remember which one of us initiated the next move but suddenly my hands were moving around her little body and moving onto her belly, which I actually felt quivering under my fingers as Annie slowly but forcefully moved her buttocks back; pushing into my crotch and my throbbing cock. Soon I was moving my hands freely about her belly and hips and she was actually pushing her buttocks onto me. I'm sure that she couldn't help but feel my cock twitching at her butt cheeks and I'm also sure that she was aware of what was actually happening.

If ever I had a last chance to bail out, this was the time. Instead, I was already so far gone that I was determined to find out what part was my imagination and what part was Annie. Throwing caution to the wind, I allowed my hands to move purposely onto the front of the child's bikini top, and over those protruding tits that were not much bigger than enlarged nipples.

"Nnnnnggggg," she murmured as my palms rubbed gently on the love nodes.

Again she pushed her butt tightly back into my crotch and this aroused me so much, I think I was pretty close to ripping the clothes off of this child and I'm not sure how or why I resisted the urge. My warped and excited brain wanted my hands working on her boobs to excite the youngster further and I then began to gently squeeze and fondle these love buds. Again she groaned and there was no doubt in my mind that Annie wanted this as much as I did. I pulled her back further and my mouth was at the upper part of her back and her neck, which was showing tiny goose bumps.

"Ooooo Annie…oooo, sweetheart," was all that I could manage to murmur.

As I finally kissed and licked on the child's skin she let out another groan, this one more forceful than the others, and she then pushed her wonderful little ass as hard as she could into my throbbing cock. Frantically my jumbled mind was running wild and I somehow was able to think, at least momentarily, of her age; of her brother nearby; and of my very real fears; but by then I really wanted to 'get off' so badly that all common sense was lost.

Suddenly I slid my hands from her heaving chest and moved them eagerly about the exciting flesh of her trembling belly until I was then down at the top of her bikini bottoms. There was no resistance at all from her; indeed, she seemed to want whatever moves my hands initiated, at least if her reactions could be judged. Afraid to do more and yet needing desperate relief I moved my hands beneath the bikini, leaving my thumbs at the youngster's hips and the four fingers of each of my hands down into her lower belly; almost but not quite reaching her hairless 'mons'.

I pushed her lightweight body slightly away from me and then brought it back into my crotch again and I groaned from this arousing action. By now I was on fire! Again I pushed the tiny girl's body away from mine by a few inches and then pulled it back into me. Another groan automatically exited my throat. Those soft ass cheeks felt wonderful as they pounded back on my throbbing cock. My pants were already soaked and I hadn't even cum yet.

By now Annie realized how much this dry-fucking routine was driving me wild and she not only allowed her lithe body to be manipulated, she was also assisting most eagerly in my destruction as she was moving as best she could on her own with her behind upon my cock.

I never thought that I could get so hot and worked up but as my balls began filling with sperm I was as wild as I've ever been; pounding against and away from this 11-year-old while my fingers pulled her narrow hips back and forth into and away from my crotch.

When the eruption came in my pants I was moaning and groaning incoherently, while intermittently calling out the child's name. As squirt after squirt continued, a steady dull sounding groan began in my throat and Annie, sensing my pleasure, actually almost sat on my crotch with tremendous tight force, while at the same time she was somehow shaking those tight yet soft buttocks into me.

Finally, I was emptied…

Chapter 2

I waited for at least a minute, holding the youngster in that position while I caught my breath and returned to my senses. Finally, I slipped my fingers from the inside of her bikini and turned the child around to face me.

My hands moved onto the top of her shapeless hips and our faces searched each other once again, just as we had done earlier.

I swallowed and then spoke. "Annie sweetheart, I'm sorry hon. I don't…What I just did, er…"

A small smile appeared on the youngster's lips.

"I can't tell…right?"

What a strange reaction, I thought. I had just raped this 11-year-old girl, albeit without penetration, and I would have expected her to be either mortified or totally oblivious. Either, she knew about 'the birds and the bees', or she didn't, and if she did then she should have been taught not to allow grown-ups to even touch her body, what I did was so much worse. But then I remembered my original suspicions that this youngster actually wanted me to touch her and I was really confused.

"Okay? Can you, er, not tell anyone?" I would never have thought this all possible with any other child but I kind of suspected that I might be safe here with Annie.

She looked at me fully in the face for a long time before answering, "Maybe…!"

I stiffened. 'What the hell did that mean?' I wondered. I didn't know what to think that she might have meant with that comment. Looking into that impish face I saw an almost devilish smile on her lips.

"You don't want anyone to know what you did to me?"

I just stared at her and waited. I was becoming afraid again, not being sure if she knew the seriousness or if she was simply teasing or whatever else that it could be that was going through the youngster's mind.

Then the 11-year-old said something totally bizarre. Looking directly into my eyes she licked her lips and whispered, "Touch me."

My hands tightened on her hips as I looked at her in surprise. Our eyes held and again she whispered, "Down there…Touch me down there!"

It was obvious that Annie wanted me to touch her pussy but for what purpose, and how did she want me to touch her, I didn't know. Feeling so very unsure of myself I moved a hand from the youngster's hip and slid it downward over her bikini. Gently I pushed into her crotch. Our eyes still held and when I saw that she wasn't flinching I slowly opened my hand and cupped the child's bikini-covered pussy in my hand.

Annie closed her eyes momentarily and let out a soft moan. Then she re-opened them and once again we were looking into each other's flushed face.

Finally the shocker…

"Will you do whatever I want for me this summer?"

I had no idea what an affirmative response was going to create but I don't think that I had a choice at that point. I had just dry-raped this 11-year-old child and even as I was now making this decision my hand was cupping the girl's pussy. Could I have given any other answer even if I had wanted to (which I'm not really sure that I did)?

I meekly nodded. Suddenly a wide smile erupted on her face and she reached down and took my hand from her cunt. She brought it up to her mouth and gently kissed and pecked at my fingers.

Then she whispered, "It's okay, Uncle Cleve. You won't be sorry…As long as you do what I want…And I promise, no one will know."

With those words she suddenly turned and bolted for the yard door, to go out to the pool by her brother; leaving me to ponder a million questions.

I couldn't believe how this had all happened and the predicament that I now found myself. Annie treated the whole incident with a smile so I really can't say that she was blackmailing me; but nonetheless, the reality of the situation was that an 11-year-old girl held my future in the palm of her hands. After a minute or two I stood and walked to the window. Looking out, I saw the young girl playing in the pool with Temple, as if nothing had happened.

For the remainder of the afternoon I replayed what had happened earlier. Although she had promised me her pledge of secrecy I couldn't help but to be in a panicked state. The fact was that I HAD ATTACKED AN 11-YEAR-OLD child! That she was a willing participant was no excuse; there simply was not justification for what I had done.

I had seen hints of other things prior to that day but from that day forward I found that Annie was full of surprises and that there was rarely a day that went by that she didn't shock me in one way or another. This was in full display on that night after Suzie came home. I was hoping upon hope that the young girl wouldn't let anything slip out and before the night was over I was wondering how I could have ever doubted that the child would pull it off.

She was obviously much more mentally mature than her 11 years of physical age. If there was any indication that anything went amiss during the day it wasn't from her. She was simply a perfect little girl, one who was slowly but surely winning my wife's heart.

When I went to bed that night, although my fears kept my mind racing, I was more and more confident that the child would not betray me…without cause.

***********

The following day was my first day of learning. I had gone to sleep hoping that Annie would simply ask for some material things that I could buy her without Suzie finding out. It wasn't long before I became aware that the child wanted more…much more. She wanted ME for the summer.

When I first awoke, I found the youngster sitting on the bed alongside of me.

"Morning, Uncle Cleve," she smiled. "Hope you don't mind my coming in here? Aunt Suzie went to work already."

It wasn't a good thing for the youngster to practice, coming in on me like that, but I somehow felt some confidence that she wouldn't be so stupid as to do that if my wife was home. I decided not to say anything and to rely on my trust in this little one's common sense.

"No sweetheart, I don't mind. That's okay." I managed a weak wake-up grin. "What's up?"

Annie sat on the side of the bed looking into my face. I felt a little uncomfortable thinking that maybe she might be looking for more of what I did the day before, but when I paid attention I realized that she was fully dressed in a blouse and jeans. If she were up to no good, I told myself, she probably would have come in here with only a robe or jammies.

I could tell that the youngster was sizing me up trying to guess my thinking, and that she was somewhat nervous, which was quite out of character for her!

Finally, she spoke, "Remember your promise?"

Our eyes met and held. Simply because the unknown was upon me and because of my guilt, my stomach dropped. I nodded, somewhat nervously.

"I, er, I need you to do me a Kissie-Doo," she whispered, almost sounding embarrassed.

I was lying on my back with my head facing toward her and I must have looked absolutely confused.

"You know what a Kissie-Doo is, dontcha?"

I shook my head and remained mute.

"Really?" she asked; her voice strained in incredulousness.

"Really hon. I swear," I responded.

Now she was turned and facing me, completely looking at me with wonder as if she may have thought that I was trying to back out of my promise of the day before.

Suddenly an animated smile crossed her face and just like any typically energetic 11-year-old girl, she suddenly moved up onto the bed and her face hovered over mine. Then she put her left hand on my chest and her right elbow close to my head and she lowered herself to where her smiling face was only about six inches above and to the side of mine.

Her lips closed and she stared at me. Slowly her pointed tongue pushed from her mouth past her lips and it was as if she were sticking it out at me. Not knowing what she wanted me to do, if anything, I simply stayed frozen in place watching as if I was an enthralled audience member.

Finally she whispered, "Kissie-Doo it," and again thrust her pointed tongue outward. 'My god,' I thought. This was an 11-year-old child here who was directing me at her tongue. I couldn't help but swallow because of my nervousness, yet I felt that familiar stirring begin in my loins and I knew from these feelings that I wouldn't be able to resist.

I picked my head off the pillow and moved my face forward enough to cover that six inch space deficit that was separating me from the little girl. I pursed my lips and gently kissed her tongue, and then pulled back a couple of inches and paused.

She whispered hurriedly, "Again," and her tongue moved into place again. Once more I closed in and pecked; then again, and still again a fourth time. This was the contact that she obviously wanted because she now moved in closer. I know my heart was beating quicker and my breathing was heavier and I assumed that Annie's heart was also pounding because I could see that her breathing was more rapid than normal too.

A fifth kiss, then a sixth and finally with a groan I sucked that digit into my mouth. At that the youngster also groaned and squirmed as her inner physical feelings were starting to move her to further action. Her mouth was moving above mine.

Not wanting to scare her, I ever so gently put one hand into her hair but I didn't dare to pull her body into mine; I just continued sucking and kissing on the child's tongue. There can't be anything more powerful on a man's libido than tasting the refreshing cleanliness of a delicious 11-year-old.

Small moans were soon coming from within each of us until finally she pulled her face back, probably out of fear that we were both losing control.

"Your turn," she whispered and I realized that I too needed to offer my tongue to the youngster.

Annie was less patient than me by then as it was near-instantaneous that almost at the same moment that my tongue pushed out at her through my lips, I immediately felt her hot breath and baby kisses working on me; and that action was short-lived as she quickly and hungrily devoured my tongue into her sucking mouth.

Suddenly my hands were pulling her face closer to mine while my tongue continued to eagerly search within the confines of the child's wonderful tasting mouth; tasting her saliva and sensing her animal-like hunger.

It was at that moment of pure joy that I suddenly began to fully understand my lust (and yes, possibly even my love) for this child. At that particular moment in time I would have done anything that she commanded.

I moved one of my hands from her head and was moving it down to rub her little breast buds when she frantically pulled her face from mine and pushed me away to hold me at bay.

"N-no more…Please, Uncle Cleve…"

If she hadn't put a halt at that particular moment I probably would have fucked this child right then and there, on the spot. As it was I had all that I could do to control myself. It's amazing how true that old time saying is: that a cock has no conscience. That is so very true and worse yet is that once a cock becomes excited all brain cells in a man's head seem to go into hibernation. The fact that this was only an 11-year-old child didn't seem to matter to me anymore; all that mattered was the need for my cock to be planted inside her hot pussy.

Both Annie and I were panting heavily, with our eyes running feverishly over each other's face. I couldn't believe that I had gotten so worked up with this little girl, but I now knew my fate; that before long I would be fucking this child and if she stayed as sweet as she seemed, I would be having a big mental problem in not falling in love…as crazy as that thought seemed.

Chapter 3

During the next few days I came to learn things that I still find hard to believe, although what Annie, and also Temple to a lesser extent, told to me simply had to be the truth; coming from the mouths of babes, if you will.

After that episode in my bedroom the young girl jumped up energetically, as if nothing had happened.

"Can we have breakfast?" she asked as she stood onto the hardwood floor.

I nodded, and then she flashed that ambitious smile and hurried from the room. I took my time recovering my composure and after dressing I headed downstairs to feed the youngster and her brother. Although I was still quite shaky, I still managed to do so. To my surprise, Annie didn't say anything more about what had happened nor do anything further.

When it was about two minutes to noon she asked if they could go into the pool and I agreed. Surprisingly, and yes, even disappointingly, there was no repeat of the day before's need for sun-blocker with the accompanying body touching.

That afternoon about 2 PM I put on my bathing suit and went out by the pool. They both shouted their approval at my presence but I didn't venture into the water. Instead I simply watched the two of them for an hour or so as I lay on the lounge chair.

Slowly but surely I was becoming captivated with Annie's moppet beauty and her infectious giggling at her own enjoyment of the afternoon. As had begun to happen a few days earlier I found myself frequently studying her slim body, even though it was almost shapeless. I can't possibly explain or make any sense to what was going on in my head. Mostly I was looking at the smooth, soft, child-skin and remembering how it felt to my touch.

I may have been able to snap myself back to sanity if it wasn't for the fact that the youngster never completely ignored me. Every so often I would see her flashing a smile at me, which automatically alerted my senses to that moppet face. And then there were those few times that she stared at me for more than the normal few seconds; almost as if she was studying me.

Nothing more out of the ordinary occurred that afternoon although I must add that from then forward, each of us were both silent hunters of the other.

On both Wednesday and Thursday there was a repeat performance of Annie waking me up for a game (bout) of Kissie-Doo. On both occasions I wanted to advance to a more dangerous stage but the youngster always seemed to have control of herself; and I certainly was not going to force myself on her, no matter how worked up I got. I still had some scruples and still believed that forcing any girl, but most especially a young teen or less, was the worst crime that could ever be committed.

On Thursday, after she cut off the game and left the room I was so worked up that I masturbated, simply to ease up the pressure that had built up inside of me.

Each night after Suzie arrived the children were perfect; almost as if they knew of the possible danger should my wife become suspicious.

On Friday morning a shocking twist was added to the ongoing events. As had occurred on prior days I awoke to find Annie sitting alongside of me. When she recognized that I was coming into the world of the alert and conscious she smiled that winner and whispered, "Kissie-Doo?"

I nodded eagerly and quickly saw that tiny delicious tongue sticking out at me. Almost anxiously, I reached out and pulled the child toward me. It was from this point on that I was sucked deeper and deeper into a world of depravity.

As had happened on the prior days, within a couple of short minutes my cock was hard and throbbing. If I have to be honest here the truth is that I was trying to take advantage of what I still thought of as an innocent child. As our mouths played Kissie-Doo I grabbed Annie's left hand and, holding it in my right, I brought it down to my rock hard prick, which immediately twitched forcefully in my shorts.

Almost as if she were in shock the youngster gasped in my mouth and jerked her tiny hand away, as if she had suddenly touched a blazing hot ember of coal. At the same time she pushed off of me and jumped quickly to her feet.

We were both panting from the excitement of the moment and as our faces looked at each other, hers suddenly seemed to calm; almost as soon as she realized that I wasn't going to attack her or force myself further (Hell, it's bad enough that I would get a long term jail sentence for this if I was found out, I didn't need for my cellmates to repeatedly rape me, which is what happens to those that physically force themselves on young girls).

"I…Annie, honey, I'm sorry. Ah hell, hon, I'm so sorry! I couldn't help myself," I said quietly and dejectedly.

She stood staring at me for what seemed to be forever, until finally she got ready to reply. I swear that I actually saw the specter of a smile before she said, "I know…It's okay…"

Once again we lapsed into silence for about a minute and the she added, "Is that why you took so long to come downstairs yesterday, after I left you?" And with that the smile was back.

I wasn't completely sure that she knew to what she was referring. Could this child actually have an understanding of arousals and masturbation as practiced by horny old men? Somehow I felt that she did. I nodded to her and she nodded back, seemingly in understanding. Then she turned and I watched that small little body leave my room; probably for the last time, I thought.

For the remainder of the day nothing more was said about the earlier incident; and that silence carried forward. In fact, with the weekend then upon us and Suzie at home most of the time, the kids spent much of their time with her. I don't know if Suzie was mentally adopting them as if they were her own or if they were accepting her as an alternate mother, but we all got along as if we were a real family.

Annie showed no inclination to exposing what had happened between us even though I had the feeling that I blew whatever chance I had had and probably scared her off for good. However, the more that I thought of that possibility, the more relieved I was becoming, knowing that if something like this hadn't happened, I would have been courting disaster.

My education was only just beginning!

By Monday, I soon was reminded that Annie was far from an ordinary 11-year-old. She had apparently been brought up in a world of drugs, sex, lies and pleasure, and she had been home-schooled by her family in a course of values that wasn't taught in the official schools of learning.

A plop of her body on the side of me as I lay sleeping jolted me awake. To my surprise my lovely little girl was smiling down at me. This was something that I hadn't expected as I thought for sure that I had scared her away. Just seeing her sitting alongside of me with her little tongue flicking out and moistening her pouty lips started my excitement anew. I felt my heart beating quicker as I studied the youngster. My mind remembered Friday and I wondered if she now thought that I'd be able to control myself or was it possible that she would willingly touch and even possibly masturbate me?

"Kissie-Doo?" she whispered and I'm sure that she couldn't help but notice that I suddenly held my breath.

I nodded rapidly and anxiously.

Without waiting to be drawn into me, the youngster moved her lithe body toward me at the same time that her tiny tongue pushed through her lips and moved onto my mouth. I eagerly kissed the tip and gently moved my hands into her soft blonde hair; my palms softly covering her tiny ears. I pecked at the digit as it licked out at my lips and then my little girl moved in even closer to me. I could hear her own breathing as it forced heavily from her nostrils.

Unable to prolong this part of the game any longer I took that exciting piece of flesh that was searching my lips, sucking it into my eager mouth, and once more grown-up and child's senses were become temporary pixilated due to the unimaginable excitement. Annie's hands were at the back of my head and all semblance of this being a game now dissipated as we hungrily opened each other's mouth and worked in a frantic desperation.

Once more my cock was throbbing in my shorts as this little girl pulled my face tighter to hers. Our eyes were closed and the explosions in my brain were causing my real vision to be blurred and bright. While Annie and I worked our hot mouths upon one another I slowly moved my hands down from her ears, over her tiny shoulders and to the first closed button of her blouse. If she had protested at that point I don't know what I would have done; if I could have stopped or not; but she didn't!

I opened two buttons as we sucked on each other's mouth and tentatively I slid my hands onto the child's exciting flesh. I could hear her heavier breathing and feel her heart beating, much harder than normal. Her tits were so small that she still wasn't wearing a training bra, although she possibly could have used one. Then I pushed my hands on her and those pointy little nipples were pushing into my palms as we were both now moaning in each other's mouth.

All common sense had left me by then and as we tongued and sucked and swallowed and nibbled and bit, I suddenly allowed a wild animalistic groan to flow from my depths and reverberate throughout my head, as tiny fingers grasped my throbbing cock from outside my shorts and gently squeezed.

I think that I was muttering her name, in between sucking air and saliva from the child's eagerly working mouth, when the fingers pushed into the open slit of my shorts and grasped my cock firmly. I was totally away from this planet mentally. I had never been so worked up.

Annie's fingers were in and about my ears, exciting me even more as she began to mutter into my mouth. Annie's fingers…? In my ears…?

I suddenly froze and when I did so my hot little girl seemed to know that I was suddenly aware that something was not right. Her hands again clutched tightly at the back of my head, pulling me tightly into her - - mouth to mouth! At the same time my cock was being stretched and released, stretched and released…

And almost simultaneously with my realization that the hand wasn't hers, Annie was whispering hotly into my mouth, "It's okay, Uncle Cleve…It's okay…Please…I…I love you Uncle Cleve…It's okay, don't stop him…please…"

I pulled my face away from the youngster and turned to look down my body. I should have immediately jumped up out of bed and gone ballistic. The fact that I didn't should give an indication of what lust can do to common sense. Sitting farther down the bed was 9-year-old ('Almost 10!') Temple. The boy had my throbbing cock pulled out of the slit in my shorts and his little hand wrapped around the shaft; pulling it up and down with some authority by then.

I scrambled to hurry my hands from within Annie's blouse and as I was hurriedly doing so she seemed to sense my panic and disapproval and her hot young mouth moved quickly and easily to my ear, where it began licking and tonguing as she continued cajoling, "Please Uncle Cleve, it's okay…I promise…It's mmmmmm okay…" Hot words sputtering into my ear!

Her hand and mine seemed to move at the same time; mine probably with the intent of pulling Temple's hand off my cock. But hers reached her goal first. Her tiny little hot hand was immediately cupping my balls and somehow this little girl had the knowledge to know how not to exert too much pressure; almost as if she had fondled these things all her young life. With her little fingers working ever so gently on my tightened balls, her brother's hand was jerking me off. At the same time Annie's 11-year-old mouth was performing magic in my ear.

I gave up the chase, submitting to and acknowledging the pleasures of this depravity. My hand only grabbed Temple's wrist for a couple of seconds and then just as quickly I relented and pulled back from the boy, letting his fingers continue to work my flesh, which had never been so hard. At the same time Annie realized that I was totally submitting when I began nodding my head frantically in agreement, while ribald moans of pleasure echoed all around us.

By this time the boy and girl had worked me into such a sexual frenzy that I was no longer thinking. If I were, it may have occurred to me that this was a planned attack upon me on the part of these two youngsters and further that they were not novices. Yet I know that even if I did come to realize these facts, it still wouldn't have mattered. All that seemed to matter was my sexual release!

By now Annie was all over me with her hot and eager mouth working on my ear, shifting to my face and lips, and then back again. Her little hand left my balls to be immediately replaced by Temple's. I didn't care anymore. He fondled their hardness just as good as his sister had done and his other hand was pumping me into completion.

I guess that the frequency of my groans were telegraphing to the children how much longer I would be able to last before erupting and I think that they were somehow signaling each other. Annie suddenly had both of her hands on my chest, rubbing all about and occasionally tweaking my excited nipples. Abruptly, her tongue pushed deep into my mouth and I began a constant moan.

Suddenly my debauchery reached a new level as I felt the lips of the little boy on the tip of my cock. His tongue licked out and about momentarily and then those lips began parting. Hot lips, hot mouth, swirling tongue; moving down over my pulsating cock as I arched my hips up to meet him. I tore my mouth from Annie's and threw my head from side to side as I gasped for air. God, I was so wild!

As I felt the sperm within me begin its journey from my loins to Temple's mouth, I groaned and moved my hands down upon the back of his head. Annie was content to work on my ear with her mouth and rub and pinch about my nipples and chest.

The boy was an excellent cock-sucker. Both of his hands were now on my balls massaging and squeezing gently; almost as if milking them while his expert mouth hurriedly plunged up and down. As I emitted a final wild sound and pushed my hips upward, the boy slid his mouth all the way down, taking my entire cock within; and I felt his mouth suctioning as I exploded my juices into that pleasure hole. Somehow, as I shot blast after blast, the boy didn't let up in the slightest as there was no gagging reflex whatsoever. He just continued sucking and eagerly swallowing every last squirt.

Finally I strained to release one last little flow and dropped back; totally drained, not only of my sperm, but also of all of my energy. I dropped my hand at my sides as I fought to bring my breathing under control. I looked from one child to the other, while they did the same; although they spent more time looking contentedly at each other. They were obviously quite pleased and happy with themselves.

Annie spoke first. Looking at her brother she animatedly remarked, "Oooh Temp, you did great…! Did you…? Was it okay?"

An impish smile came on the boy's face. He was still tasting within his mouth and occasionally swallowing. It was pretty obvious that the taste wasn't repulsive to him. Rather, I think he was enjoying whatever lingered of me in him.

I'd like to say that I came to my senses and got up and vomited at what had occurred but the truth was that as I continued to come down to earth, I still wasn't feeling any remorse or shame. Whether I eventually would have was shattered by what I heard and learned that day.

"Hmmmm, yeah…It was good. Did I do good?" the boy asked his sister.

"Ya did great…! I'm pretty sure…" she paused and looked at me and then asked me softly, "Was he good?"

I'm not sure I comprehended what was happening at that point and I simply nodded.

As I said, Annie seemed full of surprises, but her next comment was the one that opened the floodgates for my enlightenment.

"Daddy will be proud of you, little bro!" she remarked to Temple. An ear to ear smile appeared on the boy's face and he was obviously pleased with himself.

As I tried to put things together in my head, Temple reached over, took my flaccid flesh, and pushed it back in my shorts. Then he rose up and, just as quickly as he had come into the room, he now left.

After I watched him leave I turned my head to Annie. She was looking at me and I detected some major concern on her face. Her eyes would try to look into mine but she continually lowered them because of her obvious nervousness.

"What's going on?" I asked gently. "What's amatter sweetheart?"

At my use of the word 'sweetheart' her face brightened a bit. Still, she didn't talk; obviously something big was going on in the girl's head. Then to my amazement, as my eyes looked into the youngster's face, I saw her eyes fill up with tears. Whatever was going on, she was having a real struggle coming to grips with it.

"Hon…" I whispered and a sympathetic-type smile came onto her lips. She lifted a hand and moved it up and placed it over my mouth as if forbidding me from talking.

A few times she took a deep breath as if she was getting up the courage to talk but each time she again hesitated; until finally she began.

"You promise you're never gonna tell anyone right?"

[Yeah, sure…Just me. I'm gonna tell the world and at the same time I'll tell them everything we did!]

"Honey, listen. After what we did…You, me, and Temple…You couldn't have guaranteed my silence any more even if you had planned it."

Revelation! "We did," she said with a whisper and an impish look on her face.

The child then lapsed back into silence, almost as if she were mature enough to know that she better give me time to absorb what she had just said.

After another minute she started again, "We weren't supposed to tell you or anybody else any of this but I…I don't know how else without telling you…Momma didn't tell us and I can't ask her now."

I was afraid of every word she might say, yet fascinating thoughts were already entering my thinking.

She continued. "I, er, talked with Temple last night…I…We…er, we have to trust you!" She seemed exasperated.

No pool that day!

For the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon Annie, with an occasional word from Temple, told me of her life to date with her family. Until now I've been referring to the family as white trash, but by the end of that day I had a picture of a family that lived in a manner so unknown to me that if I didn't hear this directly from this little adorable child, I would never have believed anything like this was possible.

Even as I'm telling this story I'm not even sure that I can explain what Annie told me and what I think she meant; but here goes…

Chapter 4

Their father was the heart and soul of this family and he was the integral part of their life's story. He was currently in prison as a result of a compilation of revelations. He originally came under the scrutiny of the authorities after he was accused of raping a 7-year-old relative of his (Annie referred to the victim as her cousin). Once investigators were through with their intensive interviews it was further revealed that Anthony also was using his own children for his sexual self-gratification.

Although their mother Keena was well-aware of what her husband had been up to, and was even an eager participant, they managed to withhold her complicity from the authorities. Also kept from the probers was the real truth that in spite of their sexual abuse by their parents, the children adored them nonetheless. Indeed, their father brought them along so slowly that they were a family growing up on sex and not seeing anything wrong with what they were doing. Instead, there was only love and adulation for each other; and their father was a god in the eyes of them all, which most assuredly included their mother.

As I pieced things together I began to understand what was happening with Keena and these two kids at this time. From what Annie related to me Anthony was going to be released from prison in a few months, which was why there was the sudden rush for them to be ready for his return. It was as if they all felt that their whole purpose of being was to give him whatever pleasures he desired and by so doing, his pleasures would become theirs. This didn't only apply to the kids, it also applied to Keena. Indeed, that was apparently the real reason that she had agreed to go in for a total detoxification and rehab; to be 'clean' for her Anthony.

Mother and children had been dreaming and planning for years just for this time when they could all be together again. As more and more of this was revealed to me I became sad for my nephew Terry, who apparently had no idea of what was going on with his wife and his step-kids.

On that day I learned from Annie the sketchy details of how Keena herself had only been 10-years-old when Anthony, who was then her 30-year-old next door neighbor, introduced her to sex. I don't know the reason, but she not only welcomed everything the older man introduced her to, but from what Annie knew, her mother, although only 10 at the time, craved love and sex from this Svengali.

Keena was pregnant by the time that she was 13 and with her own mother hooked on drugs it seemed to be in everyone's best interest that the girl marry her older lover. She doted on him and totally adored him ever since.

The main problem with the situation was that Anthony was a bona fide pedophile! He loved to love children. And Keena was so much in love with him and mesmerized by him that when she found out that her husband was still hitting on young flesh she didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing. Her acquiescence not only encouraged her husband but it somehow solidly welded the bond between Anthony and his child-bride.

Whenever he made an outside 'conquest' he would actually come home and describe the episode to his wife, which, strangely enough, apparently aroused her sexual desires. In addition to his pedophilia tendencies I believe that Anthony was also oversexed, so that even though his immediate needs were met, he also 'got off' by exciting his child bride. He made sure that he never neglected young Keena's needs, which only served to help solidify his hold on her.

It was as if it was a natural flow of events that caused and encouraged their mother to begin prepping the two kids for their father, long before he got in trouble with the law. It started in their baby years with touching and rubbing, graduating to gentle finger penetration of the vaginal channel of Annie by the time that she was 5-years-old and the anal areas of both Annie and her brother by the time that each turned 6.

In the really early years Keena was the one to touch the kids, but Annie remembers that somewhere in her 6th year she started to get 'funny feelings' from her mother's finger in her slit. From that time on there were a few occasions when her father would touch and rub her instead of her mother.

Annie remembered that her father's finger was much bigger than her mother's and after he was so gentle that first time in touching her, she actually wished that he would come into her bedroom at night. Most times he didn't but when he did those were the youngster's greatest memories.

She told me her father always wanted her to have her panties on when he came into her room to give her her 'lessons'. The first few times he would simply move his big hand beneath the elastic at the top of her panties and push down into her child pussy. Each time he did he was extra careful not to hurt her and it always seemed to lead to that 'funny feeling'. It wasn't long before she was moving her tiny body under his manipulations and finally he taught her to play Kissie-Doo. After that, on those few occasions that her father came in by her, the youngster was in her own home schooling class and the subject was Lust.

Anthony had started to become more active with his daughter, increasing the girl's excitement and enjoyment. He actually began 'French-kissing' her while he allowed his finger to move up and down within the child's pussy lips, which (she insisted to me) got as wet then as they do now…and that's a lot!

She swears that there were a couple of times that as young as she had been, he still managed to make her cum. She fondly remembered her arms being wrapped tightly around her father's neck as her whole body writhed beneath his gentle and expertly arousing finger. Yet he never fully penetrated her, insisting that she were still too young.

I don't know if when she told me this she purposely tried to arouse me, but whether or not that was the intent, it had that affect. The wild thought of a father doing his own daughter had me totally stimulated, and as she described his finger moving up and down in her wet slit, I was a basket case. Where she learned such a word I'll never know but she made me come in my pants when she told of her father's thick finger 'sluicing' up and down her hungry pussy.

I learned from her how all during the more recent times while they were living with my nephew, their mother was still preparing them for their real father, giving them minor pleasures with her hands and even her mouth and telling them of the secret wonders that awaited them from Anthony.

Maybe it was because the two kids had their father's genes combined with their mother's teaching, or possibly it was Keena's genes within them, but whatever the reason was, these two kids were eagerly anticipating the days when they would be used by their own father.

After Anthony first went to prison, Keena often had her two kids use their own fingers on themselves and then on each other (she joined in quite regularly). Soon, carrots were introduced as training tools (It was actually a carrot that ruptured young Annie's hymen, in one of those 'training sessions'.) and for the last two years their mother had gotten them bigger and bigger 'daddy-toys' as Annie referred to the dildoes.

Oh the revelations!

As I continued to listen and piece together this lifestyle, I came to realize that this was one smart and clever family; more aware of their surroundings than any of us ever gave any of them credit for. I found out that the females of our family had a real reason to be frightened and concerned about this little Lolita-like child. Keena's initial 'plan' apparently was to have little Annie rub against and excite any male family member that she could, with the hope that one of them would 'break her in for daddy'.

Her mother evidently wanted the child to have sex on a regular basis so that she would be prepped when Anthony was released from prison. That plan didn't work because everyone's antennae rose because of whispering suspicions that something was wrong, and the spouses had their instinctive guards up.

The young mother was both devious and clever; if nothing else. Those few years when this was going on she made sure that I was off-limits to Annie's attempts to arouse; the reason being that Keena applied a strange logic because I was the same age as Anthony and also because it seemed as if I also looked somewhat like him. Evidently, I reminded her so much of him whenever she saw me that she was setting her sights on me for herself (at least that was what young Annie suspected).

Whatever the reason was that I was considered off-limits, it was this resemblance to Anthony that forced Keena to put her final alternate plan into action; when she realized that procrastination and indecision had led to this shortened window. The kids' father and her first husband would shortly be released and she still had not prepared the youngsters enough so that she felt comfortable that they could totally pleasure their daddy. Thus she decided that while she was detoxing, the kids would be placed with Suzie and I (talk about devious planning!) and my nephew would simply be a pawn in the game that was to be played. The young mother instructed her 11-year-old daughter on how to be on her perfect behavior around my wife (actually she put that part of her plan in effect over a year ago) so as not to arouse any undo suspicions, and Annie was to make sure to involve me totally in sex with both herself and her brother.

Unfortunately for Annie, her mother wasn't there to guide and instruct and even though the child was willingly participating in her own destruction, she wasn't old enough to know how to go about accomplishing this or even know what was required for her to succeed.

In short, Keena's plan was for me to be the one to physically prepare the kids for Anthony, whenever he returned. As this whole thing was told to me there was very little that I commented upon or argued about. For crissakes, how do you argue the logic of this whole insane thing with an 11-year-old nymphet hopeful? All that I could do was ask questions and prod the youngster until I felt like I had the complete picture.

What I did, once I had realized Keena's plan, is probably incomprehensible to anyone reading this but I would make the argument that I had no choice. I had begun the slide down the slippery slope of debauchery and there was no way off or back. Hell, I had let a 9-year-old boy jerk me off and suck my cock, and had fondled and kissed an 11-year-old girl in my bed. In addition, although there is no way I can fully explain the determination of these kids (and the real sense of panic that I think that they felt if they failed in seducing me) I also had a real fear that if their panic became a problem that they may just decide to rat me out; and it was that fear of mine that was my excuse for my actions; although I wonder if I didn't have such an excuse would I have acted differently?

Annie's storytelling and my ensuing questions finally seemed to have run their course by about 3 PM. By then Temple was back outside in the yard playing and Annie was half-heartedly watching TV as I sat at the other end of the couch from her.

It was probably at least an hour that I was simply sitting and digesting what I had learned; calculating and deciding what I was going to do.

"You mad at me?" she finally asked, the nervousness obvious by her quiet tone.

I turned and looked at her…this child…and yes, there was no denying that that's what she was…and slowly shook my head.

A smile and a look showing her relief crossed her face, but she was obviously waiting for me to confirm or deny. I sensed her trepidation as she whispered, "I love you Uncle Cleve."

I nodded; at first proud to hear those words but quickly I wondered how much of this child was true and how much was with purpose in mind. I couldn't come to grips with the whole thing. Hell, she was only 11-years-old! And not only were we talking about and thinking about fucking, what was involved here was 'the whole nine yards', 'from soup to nuts' (no pun intended). I was expected to prep this girl for any and all sex that her daddy had been dreaming about while he masturbated in prison.

Yet the youngster was aware of what she was expecting of me (hell, she'd been trained intensively by Keena and her teaching tools already included dildoes and x-rated videos) and although most people would say that she was too young to really know any better, I would argue to the contrary.

As we heard Suzie's car door close Annie made her last gasp plea, quietly whispering in a desperately strained voice, "Please Uncle Cleve…?"

Our eyes met and held until we heard my wife at the door and suddenly Annie jumped up to greet her, reverting to the little girl that Suzie was starting to enjoy so much.

I know that most readers won't believe that I had a hard time in deciding but that is a very real fact. My mind whirled about for hours, long after I went to bed. It was after 3:30 AM that I finally came to grips with reality. I could only hope that I was never caught or my life and career would be over.

Chapter 5

11 going on 50! I don't know of a better way to explain this child/woman. When I awoke the next morning I was somewhat surprised not to find her sitting alongside of me; especially when I looked over at the clock and saw that it was almost noon. Almost as if there was E.S.P working between us, my door opened and Annie stuck her head into the room.

Seeing me in my usual morning position, atop of my sheets with the blanket tossed aside, she asked, "Can I come in?"

"Come here beautiful!" I said, and upon hearing my words I saw a definite look of relief, along with that infectious smile, light up her face. She seemed to be aware that I had decided in her favor.

She marched over to the side of the bed and stood; so unlike previous days, but I guess she wanted to be totally sure of me. She then stood like an obedient child awaiting instructions, which I think was why I acted so unlike me.

"I need you to do something sweetheart," I said as she looked at me with wariness. "I need you to come up here by me - - but only in your panties - - so we can talk. Do you think you can do that?"

I don't think that I have ever seen pure joy on a child's face until that very moment. I only wish that I could have had a camera to record that complete look of happiness. I was so captivated by the child's obvious glee that it wasn't until she had unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse that I realized that she was eagerly obliging my request. There were two more buttons to be undone, but already my eyes were looking at the exposed child-flesh that was becoming bared for me to appreciate.

When she opened the next button my cock began to become alert. A familiar stirring had begun. Then I watched in wonder as Annie's tiny fingers adeptly unbuttoned the final one and her hands and shoulders worked the blouse off; she let it drop at her feet.

The youngster was watching me intently and she couldn't help but to see the awe and hunger on my face. I didn't have any thoughts of this being wrong. In my head this had to be right! Society had to be wrong! I was going to fuck this child and it would be something that we would both forever treasure. I was going to fuck her because I loved her! I loved every inch that was being revealed.

I was reacting as if I were in a trance as she deftly and eagerly pushed her jeans down those long skinny legs, legs that unlikely as it seemed, I wanted badly to touch: legs I hungered for!

Finally Annie was standing there and the only piece of clothing that remained on her was her red cotton panties. Her eyes looked intently into mine and her thumbs pushed under the elastic at the top of her panties at her hips. Her face was asking me the question. I actually hesitated in my thoughts. My arousal almost swayed my thinking but I managed to control what I wanted.

"Unh-unh," I issued a warning, shaking my head to indicate that she shouldn't bare herself completely. "Come up her sweetheart…Up on me…We need to talk."

After a second or two of hesitation Annie moved onto my bed, not sure exactly where I wanted her to go, which was between my spread legs with her tiny body on mine; and with those tiny tits pressing into my bare chest and her panties atop my shorts!

When this gorgeous child was in place I moved my hands gently around her, just to rest them on her shoulder wings. She brought her hands to my face and placed one on each of my cheeks.

"Okay love. First of all, I have to tell you that I adore you - -You do know that right?" She nodded excitedly and excitement begat excitement. I was party to exhilaration. I continued, "Sweetheart, I've thought everything out as best I could. I think you realize there's a lot that you and I can't control, but I've decided that I want to go through with this - - probably even more than you do. We talked about almost everything yesterday, but I'm not sure you ever said exactly what you wanted me to do…"

Just the thought affected me, and Annie smiled when my cock twitched involuntarily. She slowly lowered her face and placed her lips on mine, planting a gentle love-kiss. Then her tongue slipped out and caressed my lips teasingly for a few seconds, before pulling back again.

The child looked into my eyes for the longest time, while at the same time there was a nearly imperceptive movement of her hips as she was involuntarily grinding her young crotch into mine.

I kept waiting for her response and it was only after the words had begun to flow from her mouth that I realized why she had hesitated for so long in answering me. Apparently her mind was weighing my words and my confession of my feelings.

The final surprise was mine. Annie's education and upbringing had not only taught her everything there was to know about sex without actually experiencing it, but this child actually knew every term in a longshoreman's dictionary. She probably could have taught Dr. Ruth some things…

To me the most fascinating thing of all upon hearing her, was how she ever had managed to control herself and never use even a 'damn' or a 'hell' when around us grown-ups.

That all changed…For my ears only!!!

The most wicked smile that I think I've ever seen, now appeared on Annie's face. She looked me in the eyes some more, and then finally whispered, "Cock, Uncle Cleve - - Uncle Cleve's cock!"

Then she stopped as she studied my face humorously, trying to gauge my reaction. I was flabbergasted if only because this little 11-year-old child had never given even the slightest indication that she knew this word, even when she had told me her family's story. But this was only the very start. Once this little vixen of mine knew that she had pleasantly shocked me, she then poured it on. And she could tell by how much my cock was twitching to her words just what she was doing to me.

"I want your cock, Uncle Cleve," she continued hotly. "In my pussy…In my ass…In my mouth…"

With those words her mouth then landed on mine and she talked hotly and softly into it. I don't think I have ever heated up so quickly. There was no doubt it was because of the way the words were slipping from her lips…

"This mouth…" A tongue pushed in and out of my mouth and the child began her rambling talk. "This mouth wants your cock……My ass wants your cock……Temple's ass wants your cock……My cunt is hot for your cock……and your fingers and your tongue……You're gonna teach us everything…hah…???"

Already I was so worked up that I was only half hearing and murmuring back my total agreement to whatever she wanted. I was going to fuck her!!!

As the child continued taunting me with what for me was total erotica, I pushed my hands about her back and up and down her shapeless sides; over and over her smooth child-flesh.

"You're going to fuck me Uncle Cleve…hah?"

"Hmmmm," I agreed.

"And eat me…?"

"Hmmm…"

"And fuck Temple…?"

"Hmmm…" As I murmured my agreement I suddenly realized what was said and was going to pull back and dispute what I had just agreed to, but Annie had me too worked up.

"Will you do my ass nice?" she whispered hotly.

"Hmmm…"

"You want sex, hah?"

"Yeah, mmmm, yeah, Annie….OOOH."

"Feel my ass, Uncle Cleve…Feel it!" she whispered her demand.

My hands, which had just been rubbing at her sides eagerly and obediently moved to the child's buttocks. I just had to feel that flesh and eagerly did so by moving under her panties and cupping those wonderful hot cheeks, which felt as if they were made just to be clutched by my hands.

With that Annie pushed her crotch into mine again as she moaned from her own excitement. Our mouths were working on each other now and we were taking turns talking into each other's mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you sweetheart. Unnngg, fuck you!"

"Hmm, yeah, Uncle Cleve. You're gonna do it all, aren't you?"

"Hmmm…"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Hmmm."

"I think mommy wants you to fuck her too… Will you?"

This part of the conversation stopped me momentarily, but I was so hot by then that I would have answered yes to whatever she wanted and however she wanted.

"Do you want me to?" I asked, still having the presence of mind to be diplomatic.

"If she wants you to," she responded and then added, "And you'll fuck Temple too, right?"

About to argue this, I stopped; I no longer had the will. I would even fuck the boy if that was part of this deal.

"Yes, sweetheart, I will," I said and these words seemed to excite the child to her fullest because her hands began clutching at my ears while her face attacked mine, swallowing my tongue into her mouth. At the same time she was fucking her little body on me and my hands were squeezing her butt cheeks with delight. I moved my right hand further to the middle of the child's ass and actually moved a finger into the sweaty crack, which caused Annie to grunt and push into me again.

"I wanna fuck you Annie. I wanna fuck…"

I was out of my head with lust; fondling and loving an 11-year-old child as she writhed about above me. Then she almost begged those same words back to me and that was the final straw.

"Then fuck me, Uncle Cleve…Fuck me…Show me how to fuck!"

My hands moved rapidly from inside of the little girl's panties to the upper elastic, urgently trying to push them off of the young girl. Annie knew that the moment had arrived and she sped to push them off by herself. At that time, while she was kicking her panties off her ankles, I had risen to my knees to awkwardly remove my shorts and hurried to position the child into a lying position, on her back…legs outstretched.

I was going to fuck little girl!!!

As she lay there, my eyes moved first to her face, where I saw a lust that I would have never thought possible in one so young. If I didn't actually see it I would not have believed it. Annie was breathing heavily through her nostrils, even though her mouth was open and looking soooo hot!! Her lips were quivering.

Hungrily my eyes devoured the child's body…A CHILD'S BODY that I knew to be a child and still wanted to fuck! Not in spite of the fact, but because of the fact!!! I wanted to fuck a child!

I looked anxiously at her pussy lips, which were never before violated by a man's cock. It was hairless and invitingly tight looking. She raised her skinny knees and spread her legs even farther apart to allow me to lie between her hot inner thighs, while her face looked at me with fear, anxiety and yes, lust!

As I eagerly moved my body into the child's I was more captivated by her excitement than her body. Annie was so hot and ready, quivering anxiously in need of my cock, which I took into my hand to point it toward her pussy. When I touched it at her entrance we both groaned simultaneously, and instinctively her little hands reached down between her legs to be part of the action. I felt her trembling fingers grabbing at my cock and guiding it within the opening that the fingers of her other hand created within her pussy lips.

Then my cock-head was simply being rubbed within the labia, with Annie making no effort to get me to penetrate. Just rubbing within the confines of those already slickened lips was obviously causing wild sensations to explode within her little body. The child was using my twitching cock as a warm up dildo and as a substitute for her finger; masturbating herself with my flesh.

Beneath me Annie was almost purring.

As she continued doing this it seemed to have the affect of removing whatever vestiges of anxiety that remained in the child. Now I felt her hips begin to move about under me as she still diddled herself with my cock-head. I wanted desperately to push it into the waiting pussy but I had just enough willpower to hold off until Annie got up the nerve.

Suddenly her moaning became harder and I felt those wonderful legs wrap themselves around mine. At the same time her fingers had moved my cock to the entrance and her hips seemed to push up in search of her years of planning.

Almost in a mini-frantic moment her hands rushed around to my back. At that exact moment I watched her face transform right before my eyes, changing from nervous sexual excitement to quivering lust. There was no doubt in my mind as I slid my flesh into her pussy channel that she was as needy for sex as any woman could be.

I don't know if I expected to feel tightness and to see and hear hurt and pain, but if I did it wasn't to be. The youngster's channel was indeed tight but certainly not super tight and it was already well lubricated enough for my cock to slide deeper within the child while exacting longer and louder moans from her. Annie was obviously enjoying her first penetration by a cock.

My initial push within the youngster was slow and gentle and it was just when I was totally within that the total transformation reached its pinnacle. A sudden fright froze me momentarily as Annie suddenly let out a cry, the likes of which I'd never heard, and I worriedly thought I had hurt her. Instead, upon looking at her, I saw that she was experiencing a wildness that she could never have anticipated.

Her eyes clamped shut and her head twisted to the side while at the same time her hands clutched around my back and her pelvis thrust up forcefully. That wild cry continued to escape her.

Slowly I pulled outward and the wanton reaction and frantic look on the lust-filled face of this 11-year-old girl was a sight to behold. I also knew that Annie was more than ready and that I needed to rush into sexual abandon to keep her satisfaction mounting. I thrust myself upon her and moved my hands under her back and I began moving in and out of her with hurried force. She grunted and groaned her acceptance and pleasure. Her lips were quivering and her eyes were looking at me wildly.

"Fuck Uncle Cleve," she managed to utter between pants.

I wanted to savage the youngster's mouth; she looked so hot and wanton; and as I pounded into her I attacked her mouth with mine. It was at this point that I was as far out of my mind as I ever could be. With my throbbing and pulsating cock pushing forcefully in and out of the child's oven-like pussy, Annie and I suddenly began an animalistic ritual of mouth to mouth combat; our mouths were loving and frenetically fighting at once. Our teeth even clashed against each other with us being so hotly out of control. Our tongues entered the other's mouth at their own risk, as we both bit at each other hotly. Blood was drawn and was within both of our mouths. Lips and tongues were happy casualties.

The child continued fucking back up to me frantically and I was pounding desperately into her as I felt my climax rushing within my loins.

Finally, when we were as tight against each other as humanly possible, from head to toe, pulling at each other with all the force we possessed, I began shooting my sperm into the child's insides.

I can honestly say that never before had sex been so wanton, crazy and wild…and utterly enjoyable. I felt Annie's legs tighten around me and could feel her writhing beneath me. With each new thrust into the child's pussy came another eruption and we clung to each other and rotated and bucked with total abandon.

When most of my cum was already inside of the child I then thought of the possibility of impregnation. Now that I was coming down from my sexual high and was beginning to think a little rationally, that thought should have scared me, but strangely enough it seemed to have just the opposite effect as I tried to force out every single drop of sperm that I could manage from the hole in my cock and into Annie's waiting cunt. If there was any chance of seeding a child within a child I was almost desperately wanting to do so.

Somehow I think that my young lover sensed my thoughts and I swear that her little pussy channel was actually trying to squeeze every drop of cum into her. I forced the juice out one last time, and pushed my cock all the way into her and when I was all the way in I stiffened my body and stayed planted in her depths. A final groan escaped my lips and finally after about fifteen seconds more of just being buried within this child, I then relaxed.

So did Annie.

I lay atop her as we both continued panting and trying to catch our breath. Pure bliss and total fulfillment! Then, as I started to reacquaint my brain with my earthly surroundings and reality, I looked at the youngster's loving face and suddenly tensed in shock. The patches and blotches of blood were enough to hide any real damage that might be on her face and mouth.

I didn't realize until I rushed the child into the bathroom that the same applied to me. When I looked into the mirror I saw that a couple of tiny chunks of flesh were missing from my cheek. We were both a bloody mess.

Inside of the bathroom I hurriedly cleaned her face and then mine. We had actually taken little pieces from each other during our mouth to mouth battle; in addition, Annie's little lips were swollen too. For the next half hour I worked on trying to help us look normal again. Both of our tongues and mouth were sore from each other's attack. I had us both gargle salt water, and all during this clean-up period we breathed heavily and grinned continuously; almost as if we were proud of what we had done to each other; as if it was a sign of animal love.

Afterward I made Annie go out in the pool with Temple, telling her to swim under water as much as possible, hoping that this would clean up the swollenness; hoping that Suzie wouldn't take any notice. Even I spent a couple of hours in the pool, swimming most of the time, with the same aim in mind.

I sensed that although we may have had enough time for the bruises to subside to fool my wife, it was obvious from the look on Temple's face that the boy knew that something had happened. I knew that the boy may not be as aware about sex and life as his sister, but he was no dummy either.

This was confirmed about 3:30 PM when I heard him quietly ask his sister, "Are you okay?"

From the side of my view I could see my little child-lover smile animatedly and say, purposely loud enough for me to hear, "Oh yeah, I'm…It…I feel great, little bro."

Whether or not I was thinking rationally anymore is for others to judge, but I will admit that my thoughts and beliefs were no longer as they had been. They couldn't be and still have me mentally survive. My brain somehow conveniently was thinking different. I'm not even sure that my thinking had actually changed; who knows, maybe all of my life I was suppressing a side of me that existed without my awareness. I just know that by then I didn't even recognize true right or wrong. Indeed, as we moved around the pool it was as if I were in another world. I can't say that I was in love with Annie, but I can admit to having deep yearnings for her youngness.

And before Suzie arrived home the final reality was being planted in my brain. I was still in awe every time that I looked at Annie and remembered how hot and excited her face and body became and how awesome it was to fuck the child.

A few times during that time in the pool she came near to me when I stood in the shallow end and she playfully touched the crotch of my bathing suit. Each time she would either smile, blow air on my lips, or some such playful gesture. Looking at her now I felt that the swollenness and cuts from our lovemaking episode were basically gone. I doubted if Suzie would notice anything.

However, the truth turned out to be that familiarity of being around Annie blurred my reality and although both the youngster and I were still displaying our lovemaking scars, I was apparently too close to the forest to see the trees.

Chapter 6

It was during that final half hour in the pool that day that I think that I first began to come to grips with what I was really about. Up until that time I justified my every feeling and action, telling myself that my male hormones were my motivational reasons. However, reality began to set in when at a certain point Annie stood next to me in the shallow end of the pool, rubbing my crotch while at the same time seeming to study my physical reaction, with purpose in mind, rather than amusing herself. Sure enough, I was becoming aroused. Not only was my cock hard but also my breathing was becoming somewhat strained.

When she saw how I was reacting, my little Lolita moved closer to me while still rubbing my cock and whispered, "Friday's Temple's birthday, Uncle Cleve. He'll be 10 years old." She was at my side when she first whispered these words; and then she pushed her tiny tongue into my ear, twirling it about momentarily before pulling back a foot or so and looking up into my face again.

I looked over at the boy who was splashing in the water about ten feet away. There was a strange look on his face, almost as if he were studying me to see my reaction at this news. My first thought was one of amusement, thinking about how kids all seemed to think that their birthdays were the most important thing in the world. I was thinking that Temple must have heard his sister's declaration and was probably wanting me to recognize how 'old' he was getting and I was just about to comment when Annie's little hand stopped rubbing and gave a tight squeeze on my cock; holding the hardness tightly within her closed fingers.

I momentarily caught my breath and looked again at her face, expecting to see a mischievous smile; but instead she was looking at me with a look of anticipation.

The dawn came up!

For at least a minute my confusion kept my brain addled while my eyes continuously jumped from sister to brother and back again; over and over. I swear that it seemed as if Temple had a look of a fear of rejection upon his face.

Annie's little fingers were now doing a squeeze and release routine on my cock. When I later thought back to what was happening I realized that I should have known I was in deep trouble when my cock didn't simply go flaccid at that moment.

Although his sister's hand was working under the water on my pulsing cock, my eyes began to look over at the boy, knowing what was being suggested…(demanded?)

The fact that I was not repulsed was only the start of my surprise in myself. What really caused me to realize the depths of my depravity was that I was looking at the boy (BOY, FOR CRISSAKES!!!!) and thinking of how pretty he was!!!

It was at that moment that my whole body began trembling. Annie suddenly recognized a problem and let go of me; a look of fright for me rushed to her face.

"W-Whatsda matter?" she asked nervously.

With all of the concentration that I could muster I pulled myself mentally together. "N…Nothing, sweetheart. I'll…I'll be all right… I, er, I…I need to go lie down," I offered as I pulled away and hurried out of the pool and into the house, leaving the surprised youngsters watching me depart.

Once I was inside of the house I hurried up the stairs to the bedroom. After removing my bathing trunks I sat on the side of the bed, my mind asunder. Suddenly my entire body began trembling again, much more violently than it had in the pool. My arms crossed over my stomach, almost as if I was trying to hold myself together. My body felt like jelly. I fell back onto the bed and rolled onto my side. I think that I rolled my shaky body into a ball.

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When I awoke it was the middle of the night. I was under the covers (still naked) and I could feel the warmth from my wife Suzie alongside of me and her breathing told me that she was asleep.

I turned my head to the night table and saw the illuminated time on the clock read 3:23 AM. My brain quickly awoke to join my body and I remembered the events of the day before. I thought first of my little Annie and our wonderful time in bed together and then I recalled what had happened in the pool with Temple and how I had suddenly become boy-conscious and how, with the assistance of Annie's hand working upon my crotch I suddenly seemed to transform from a human being into someone that I would have never believed possible for me.

Lying there in the darkness, I now began to take stock of myself. My first thoughts were aimed at trying to alibi for myself but being the realist that I am I forced myself to come to grips with who I really was…what was beneath the surface.

I was well aware that the two kids wanted me to have anal sex with Temple and I should have ended everything right then and there, but the gawdawful truth was that I was actually attracted to the boy! Never in my life had I ever had any homosexual feelings or anything remotely resembling a penchant for little boys, but I suddenly wanted to do this with Temple. I'd like to say that I wanted to do it to please Annie but I knew different and couldn't lie to myself. I wanted to have sex with this 10-year-old boy!

I then remembered exactly what had caused the trembling fits that I had experienced. They had happened because I actually saw an attraction in the boy's face and I felt repulsed because I actually liked his prettiness.

For the next two hours or so I came to another decision involving these kids; and that was that as depraved as it was I was going to see this thing through. I'd tell Annie that I was going to do it for her, but in my heart I now knew I wanted to do it. With that decision made I drifted back to sleep.

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When I awoke again, it was after 10 AM. I was surprised that my little one wasn't by me, either for some sort of sex for her own enjoyment or to work on me some more in breaking down my resistance to her little brother.

I dressed and headed downstairs, and when I got to the bottom of the steps I was surprised at how quiet the house was. There was no TV, no lights, and no chatter from the two kids and when this sign of emptiness within the house was first noticed I immediately began to wonder where they were.

When I came into the kitchen I glanced out the window to the back yard and didn't see any activity. Starting to become concerned I then saw a sheet of paper on the table that had handwriting on it. It was a note from Suzie which told me that she had taken a couple of vacation days off from work and didn't want to wake me last night to tell me because Annie had told her that I wasn't feeling well. That was also the reason that she didn't wake me this morning when she decided to take the kids out; they were going to do a lot of shopping and she was just going to drive them around to show them things that we had planned on doing together. She was hoping that I was feeling better.

Shortly afterward, while in the bathroom, I happened to look in the mirror. I was thankful that I had been asleep the night before, knowing that Suzie probably didn't take notice. I was much better now but I couldn't have been looking that good then. I jumped into the shower, running steaming hot water over my face; washing it thoroughly, massaging over and over with the soapy face cloth. Almost obsessively, I was soon in the pool again, swimming with my face in the water as much as possible.

All during the day, I don't think that my mind was blank for any longer than a few seconds at the very most. The pedophile within me had become the predominant user of my brain. I was continuously thinking of little Annie…her beauty and her body; what she and I did together and what I still wanted to do with her.

And then I thought of the boy. At first, to my horror and later to become accepted by me, I found myself hard and aroused when I remembered what he had done to me, and what Annie and he wanted me to do to him. There was no trying to avoid the truth: I wanted the boy! Even though I'd never done anything like that, I seemed to know what I wanted to do with him, and as those fantasies passed through my brain, my cock was in a continuous state of arousal.

I finally quit the pool about 4 PM and went inside to relax. About an hour later Suzie called from her cell phone saying that they were running a little late and she'd be bringing home pizza.

That night the kids were as animated as I had ever seen them; obviously, they had had fun together with my wife.

For a moment, I wondered if anything leaked out but as Suzie was completely normal around me I was sure that the kids were doing great at living double (hell, maybe triple) lives. During the night she announced that she and Annie were going to visit some 'girl shopping stores' together the next day and that Temple and I would have to fend for ourselves.

"Unfortunately, I have to go back to work on Friday. I gave my place late notice and they couldn't afford to let me go for the three days. It really would have been nice if I could have gone straight through the weekend."

"Friday's Temple's birthday too," Annie interjected and her eyes were looking directly at me when she said that.

"I know Annie," my wife apologized. "But I couldn't get off…I'm sorry. But we'll have a cake for him after I get home…I promise."

"Okay," my little girl smiled innocently, yet I guessed what she might be thinking.

On Thursday we spent a family type morning all together and then the two girls were off on the shopping spree. I was actually resenting my wife being home and keeping me from my little Lolita, although Suzie had no idea that she was causing my resentment.

Two hours of that afternoon were a couple of the most interesting of my life, even though all that I did was sit on the lounge chair. During that time Temple was in and out of the pool and for the first time in my life I was actually sizing up a little boy; and to my complete surprise I had a perpetual hard-on as I studied his little boy body and his pretty boy face.

Temple knew that I was watching him. For those few hours, his eyes kept returning to see if I was still looking at him. He had a tight little bathing suit on and I actually was eyeballing his tight little butt, as depraved as that may sound. I was becoming more and more bold in my perverted thinking, yet even though I realized that the youngster was hoping that I would act and do something with him, I still was not brave enough to do that.

Chapter 7

Although I don't profess to be an expert on what causes a pedophile to become aroused, I can't imagine a more arousing sight than what I awoke to on Friday morning.

Apparently, as soon as Suzie had left the house for work Annie and Temple had moved into action. I can only guess that they must have spent more than one time in planning, because they acted in unison as if they had rehearsed their plan over and over.

I'm not sure what woke me up; I guess that either Annie nudged me in my sleep or called me; maybe both. When I opened my eyes and faced the side of the bed, I immediately became alert. Standing side by side on the floor alongside my bed, were the two kids; Annie the closest one to my face and Temple to her left, at about the center of my body.

They both had innocent pouty looks on their faces as they watched me awaken. Identical half-smiles came on their lips when they saw me react to how they were presenting themselves to me.

They were both dressed identically, which wasn't hard to do but it was the most erotic sight I'd ever experienced.

They were topless! That sight by itself was something that I could never describe just how it affected me. At first my eyes swallowed up the near-tangerine sized tits of my little girl. I looked from one nipple to the other and then back; then I looked into her excited face and back once more to those tiny, yet hot looking titties.

Yet I couldn't help but to allow my eyes to wander and after a first glance toward Temple, I soon began looking more intently. My cock, which had become hard when I first saw Annie now tightened as if it were in a vise. I was looking at a little boy, with little boy skin, and I was as hard as I'd ever been.

Annie recognized my excitement and I think that she could tell that I no longer was fighting the good fight with myself in regards to her brother.

"It's Temple's birthday, Uncle Cleve…" she whispered.

I paused to look into her eyes. She was smiling now. Then my eyes moved down her slender little girl body, suddenly moved over to Temple's and then they continued jumping rapidly from one child to the other, to the only piece of clothing that each of them were wearing.

Red thong panties!

Although I think that each pair belonged to Annie, what Temple was wearing seemed to fit him perfectly too. Both brother and sister were standing before me wearing panties only…LITTLE GIRL'S THONG PANTIES!!!!

"H-happy birthday, Temple," I managed to whisper as I turned onto my side that was facing them.

I was completely turned on by this erotic sight of two kids standing by me dressed only in tight panties. They were sheer enough for me to see through, enough to distinguish the features of Annie's pussy lips and Temple's little boy's cock, which I was surprised to see was hard because she had told me that he had never cum, which I had assumed anyway because of his age.

"Touch me, Uncle Cleve," she directed instructions which I didn't really need because at that point I had been on the verge of moving and doing something, though I hadn't quite been sure exactly what.

Gently I moved my left hand onto her right hip and moved my right hand onto the child's pussy mound, simply to cup and hold it. At the same time that I did that Annie emitted a tiny moan and she bent forward, moving her face to mine.

"Kissie-Doo?" she asked as her tiny tongue pushed out between her lips. I moved to take it in-between my lips; to kiss and to suck it. It was at that time that I felt Temple's hand inside the slit of my shorts, squeezing expertly on my hardened shaft.

I defy any man to say that under these same circumstances that he would be able to react rationally. I was so unbelievably HOT from the manipulations of these two kids that were working me over. It was as if they had been doing this all of their lives…and were born to do it!!!

Maybe they were.

The boy was simply squeezing and releasing, which is probably all that my body could withstand. Meanwhile, my little Lolita's mouth was working on mine and we began to excite each other with our familiarity of the other's sensitivities from particular mouthings.

"Happy birthday, Temple…Happy birthday," she murmured into my mouth, as my lips and tongue now were in feverish action.

"Hmmm," I responded; and then I even groaned when the boy allowed his fingers to momentarily let up on the squeezing and slide up and down my throbbing shaft for a few strokes.

"Happy birthday, Temp…mmm…Say it, Uncle Cleve…Happy bir…"

"Mmm nngg, Happy birthday, Temple," I muttered into the little girl's mouth.

"Again," she whispered, hotly.

Soon I was continuously muttering those words into Annie's working mouth until she slightly pulled away from me, and then looked into my eyes and whispered, "Tell him?"

I was completely gone. I nodded.

Annie backed off while at the same time she softly called to her brother, "Come here, bro…switch!"

Before I had time to come to my senses, they had switched positions. As Annie's exciting hot fingers wrapped themselves tightly on my cock-flesh, the boy was standing where his sister had been, but he was bent to me. As her fingers worked magic she whispered up to me, "Happy birthday, Temp."

I looked up at the boy and saw the same look as the other day; the one that appeared as if he feared rejection. The boy's mouth was quivering, I guess from fear but to me that was as hot a sight as any could be.

I was looking up into the boy's face and knew then just what I wanted to do. Reaching out my hand I grabbed his arm gently and said, "Happy birthday, Temple," and I saw him smile nervously as I drew his face to mine. Then, for the first time in my life, I was actually kissing a boy. It was tentative at first, but soon man and boy were making love within each other's mouth, our lips and tongues exciting one another. I was not only kissing a boy, but I was totally 'getting off on it', too.

Instinctively, I moved my hand to his crotch. I WANTED TO TOUCH HIS LITTLE BOY PRICK! He was hard and when my hand rubbed over the crotch of those panties his little cock twitched and his mouth groaned into mine. This was pure unadulterated lust on my part. Lust for a little girl; lust for a little boy.

Suddenly, Annie's hand closed tightly on my cock, squeezing with most of her strength to catch my attention. It certainly caught my interest all right. It hurt! I pulled my mouth from the boy who was so excited himself that his mouth kept after me, even as I pulled back.

"Wait, little bro, wait. C'mere, up on the bed…"

Almost as if they had rehearsed, which I suppose that they had, Temple pulled away from me. I watched as he made some movement but I didn't realize just what he did because almost simultaneously my little Lolita was back at my mouth with hers.

Temple was moving upon the bed at the other end and she was back to whispering into my mouth, "Happy birthday, Tem…Happy birthday." Then she pulled her mouth about six inches from mine and whispered, "Temple wants his birthday present…"

It took me only about ten seconds before I momentarily froze. Suddenly, I knew where we were, what we were doing, and what was hoped for. I looked down the bed to see the boy on all fours, facing away from me but looking back at me in anticipation. Apparently the movements that I had seen moments earlier were from Temple removing the panties he had been wearing, because he was now completely naked.

I was too hot to try to reason with Annie or myself. I had already made up my mind that I wanted to fuck the little boy in the ass. I had no idea how much it would hurt him and at that lustful moment, I didn't care. I ACTUALLY WANTED TO BOY-FUCK!!!

His sister backed away when she realized that I was a totally willing and eager participant.

It was almost as if I had forgotten that she was there. I made slow but anxious movements, stripping my shorts from my body and then turning and kneeling on the bed; all the while with my eyes glued to the puckered ass hole of the young boy. The sight of that forbidden taboo flower was causing strange feelings within me. I could see that it had already been prepped because the grease was glistening within the crack and seeping from the tiny pinched hole.

I crept up slowly and apprehensively behind the youngster as he watched and waited nervously. I saw his big brown eyes move to my cock and widen, almost as if he were dreading, yet fervently desiring.

As I moved between his parted legs Annie whispered, "Wait a sec, Uncle Cleve…"

I stopped and suddenly felt her hands upon me and I realized that she was greasing my tool; obviously they were hoping that all of this grease was going to help ease the way for my throbbing cock to enter his tiny little-boy ass hole.

When I no longer felt the sensations on my cock from her massaging fingers which had been preparing me, I heard her whisper, "Make his birthday nice, Uncle Cleve."

My cock surged. I was going to fuck a boy in the ass!!!

I moved in now while at the same time I felt the bed bounce from other movement. Annie was alongside. Her left hand reached out to the crack of Temple's ass, right at the very spot of his hole. I watched with excited fascination as her thumb and forefinger stretched that part open while at the same time I felt her right hand on my throbbing cock.

I pushed and the little girl guided. Then I was at the hole. "Here it comes, little bro," she whispered. "Relax…remember…relax…"

I could see Temple's hands clutching at the sheet on each side of his head. I pushed and penetrated, much more easily than I expected and the young boy grunted. I actually had the head of my cock in the youngster's ass hole!

I wasn't sure what would happen next but I knew that I was determined to fuck this child's ass so I whispered, "Happy birthday, Temple," and at that same moment I pushed the length of my cock-flesh into the well-greased ass channel. The boy groaned.

I was actually sliding into this channel without any difficulty. Obviously it was much tighter than the tightest pussy, but nevertheless it was sinking into him without being encumbered. When I reached as far as I could penetrate, Temple moaned. I think I could feel his legs quivering.

My cock was all the way into this boy.

"Fuck him, Uncle Cleve, he wants it!"

I pulled outward and my flesh seemed to slide back as slowly as it had entered. Before I allowed it to pop all the way out I grunted it into him again.

"Fuck him…fuck him!"

Then I began pushing my flesh deep into the bowels of the youngster and then pulling back to the rim; then repeating this pleasurable act again and again; out and back, deep then shallow, harder and harder. With each thrust a wonderful grunt of appreciation from the boy, who obviously was relishing this ravishment. Each time I pulled back outward, his delightful hole would squeeze on my pulsing member and he would relax totally for each of my thrusts inside him.

Temple loved my fucking his ass and now I too was totally taken by the moment. I actually began kissing the youngster's neck and back and ears, while at the same time I moved my hand around to play with his rock hard boy-cock and his hardened little hairless balls.

All three of us were engulfed in this maelstrom of lust. I heard Annie muttering encouragement to both Temple and to me and then as our excitement seemed about to overwhelm us she actually took her tiny finger and pushed it into MY asshole as she verbally directed my fucking of her little brother. I was pounding in and out of the boy as her finger thrust in and out of my hole.

This whole scene had me as wild as any sex maniac could get. I felt myself preparing to erupt as I was fucking the youngster's ass with abandon.

Annie was hissing out at me in her exuberance, "Fuck him, Uncle Cleve, fuck him."

Temple was suddenly calling out, "Cum, cum, cum…" with each of my thrusts that were being orchestrated by Annie's finger that was now forcefully fucking my ass. And then I was shooting into the boy's ass. With each violent push, another squirt of cum soaked his insides. We all knew that the end was happening and there was a continuous echo of grunts, groans and moans. As I forced out the final squirt of cum juice into the boy's ass hole, I held myself deep within him.

I was spent but Temple wasn't finished. He was still trying to wiggle beneath me; and then I heard his plea, "Anneee…unnh…I-I can…I think I'm gonna…you said you would…"

And then brother and sister were a flurry of excitement as she whispered a frantic, "Okay…okay," and I felt her moving while at the same time he was dropping away from me.

My by now flaccid cock disengaged from his ass. I moved to the side as he hurried onto his back and his sister moved alongside of him. Suddenly I saw that the boy had a true hard-on and his face was in sexual agony from the need to finish.

Annie whispered, "Okay, little bro, I'll do it…Here, let me…" and her hand took her little brother's prick in her fingers. She was about to actually jerk off her brother.

My eyes took in this total erotic scene as a strange feeling of excitement swept through me. I can't explain why but the sight of a little boy-penis, smooth and small but as hard as any could get, had me trembling. If a prick is the youthful version of a manly cock then I was looking at a little boy prick with its small but tightened hairless balls with thoughts in my head that I never had before.

Inwardly my mind was fighting with itself, trying to fight urges that I'd known all of my life to be taboo. And I kept reasoning, reminding myself of everything I'd already done with both of these kids; trying to convince myself that as long as I've already gone that far…

A groan from Temple brought me back from my reverie and I saw that Annie's hand, which was holding his flesh had begun to stroke it up and down. Whereas her hand had looked so small when it had been wrapped around my cock, it now looked quite capable in size to handle her brother's prick.

"Mmmmm-MMMM," he moaned as she stroked him with deliberation. His eyes were tightly shut and his head was gently turning from side to side as his 11-year-old sister jerked him off.

He groaned again as Annie seemed to speed up her stroking and it was here that the whole erotic scene got to me and drove me over the edge of my final depravity. Seeing her jerking off her little brother and seeing the tortured look of ecstasy on the little boy's face moved me to the wildest moment of my life.

I looked at that flesh and for the first time in my life I actually wanted to suck cock. Swallowing any common sense that remained, I began to slowly lower my lower body. I glanced at Annie who was watching me while she was still stroking her brother. Upon seeing me, a look of awe spread across her worked-up face. My face was descending to the boy's excited crotch.

My hand reached down and Annie suddenly stopped stroking her brother and then watched me in fascination. As my hand was about to grab Temple's prick, she automatically released it.

The birthday boy cried out in frustration at the sudden shut off, "Nnngg…NOOOO!" as his sister rushed into action.

Just as my hand closed on the little hard pecker, she threw herself down and was whispering frantically and hotly into his ear, "It's all right Temp…It's all right…Close your eyes, baby brother…Close your eyes." She was slobbering with rapid fire words as I now held the boy's throbbing smoothness in my fingers.

"Close your eyes, Temp," she hissed into his ear as she looked back into my face. She was so wise for her age. "Here comes daddy. Here comes daddy."

My hand held the prize…Little boy prick! I was actually going to suck him off. There was already a sticky sheen about the little helmet and I lowered my head all the way down. When she realized what was about to be, Annie actually encouraged it by moving her free hand down to my face and as I allowed all of my senses to free themselves she began petting my cheeks and ear and guiding my mouth over her brother's cock. I gingerly flicked out my tongue, my mouth touching and yes, even tasting a prick, for the first time ever.

I LIKED THE TASTE!

I felt it jump wildly as Temple shouted out an, "OHHHHH!" at the contact.

Becoming braver and more excited, I allowed my lips and tongue to puck and lap all around the head of his throbbing boyhood. That only lasted for thirty seconds or so and by then I was overwhelmed with a feeling of depraved lust. I wanted to suck this boy's prick!

As I put my lips over the tip, I opened my mouth a bit further and I heard Annie whispering to him, "Here's daddy, bro; here's daddy. Happy birthday, Temp!"

My mouth was soon filled with little boy flesh. Temple's prick had a smoothness that I would never have known existed (I mean mine never felt that way!)

"OHHHHHH!" the boy cried out in wonder and it was obvious by the thrusting of his hips and the pulsing of his prick in my mouth that he was near his first cum; and that thought seem to inflame my senses further. I wanted to taste his cum!

Knowing the way I like my cock sucked I tried to use that knowledge as I worked the boy over. My mouth was laving and sucking and pushing up and down over the hard prick while my one hand held and rubbed the boy and a finger of my other hand massaged within the crack of his ass.

I was on an exhilarated high. I was sucking this boy's cock and I was in my glory. That hand that was working on him would hold and squeeze and feed that male flesh into my mouth and then move down over his hairless balls, then to his hairless legs and up to his quivering belly. Instinctively my tongue was lapping about in between my up and down mouth movements and my suckling. I felt like I myself was an expert when I managed to stroke him for about ten pulls as I pushed my finger up into his ass and my mouth opened and took in his entire set of tight hairless balls.

The moans and groans emanating from the boy told me that I was doing great. I returned back onto that prick and sucked some more. Meanwhile Annie's hand was continuously at my head, making sure that I wouldn't leave her brother and guiding me about. At the same time she continued to whisper hotly into her brother's ear.

Suddenly, his eruption was just about a reality. "Oh, oh, Annie, daddy…Oh no ahnnnnng!" Temple was 'there'! He was wildly writhing about, his hands clutching at the bed as his balls filled with the virgin sperm.

Then the boy issued an animal-like grunt and I felt the warm juice spurt into my mouth. I was probably as hot and excited as he was. I knew that I had to swallow quickly because another squirt had to be right behind the first but I wanted to savor this delicious taste of little boy. Somehow, I sensed that it would never be this good again. Another squirt forced me to swallow or else it would have all overflowed from my mouth; which continued moving up and down; my lips sucking while I swallowed the young cum with relish; loving every drop. He bucked up to me again and again. With each thrust his cock erupted.

Temple's whole body suddenly stiffened and he let out that groan of pleasurable anguish that all men feel when they know that the end has passed. My mouth was finishing up the lapping and swallowing of the sweet boy cum. Finally, his body seemed to lose every single muscle as I heard one long out-breath and there was suddenly a total relaxation of his body.

It was over but even though his little prick had shrunk to its flaccid state, I still managed to get some more laps all over that wonderful looking and feeling prick, and those little hairless balls. I actually was tempted to move Temple onto his side so that I might tongue his ass. My own excitement was ebbing and it was then that I realized that at some point during the pedophilic debauchery, I had actually cum, as I now felt all of the sticky goo on the sheet beneath me.

Unfinished…