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Angel In The Woods - Chapter 1

Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc

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Prologue:

This work of immoral fiction is a collaboration between Shayna Simpson,
NaughtyShayna@gmail.com (http://storiesonline.net/auth/Naughty_Shayna)
and Eliston Gaulfre, 'Rewdius' (https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rewdius/www). It began
with an online conversation in December of 2008 and was slowly developed
from that short chat into what's being presented for our readers'
pleasure.

It's hoped everyone who reads this tale will offer some form of honest
and candid feedback, positive or negative, so the long hours and
repeated modifications will be worth something. Please take the time to
post even a short comment as each chapter is read so your thoughts can
be used to improve future writing exercises. Without a clear
understanding of your opinions, our future stories can't be improved
upon.

Eli and I both hope you'll enjoy our work.

Shayna

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Chapter 1: Fireplace Flirting

Roy smiled as he watched Angela squirming on the seat next to him. Her
body seemed to be fighting against the restraint of her seatbelt as if
her movements could make the trip end faster. Her ginger-colored
ponytail twitched from side-to-side as her head moved to the rhythm of
the music from the car radio. He knew his "niece" was trying very hard
to act like a mature young lady, but she was still too much of a kid to
suppress all of her excitement.

In honor of her twelfth birthday, he was taking his beloved Angel to his
lakeside cabin for a long weekend. Fishing, canoeing, long hikes in the
woods, fires in the fireplace at night, and all just for the two of
them.

When she had been younger, Roy had been a constant in her life, but she
hadn't seen him much in the last couple of years. Their last time alone
together had been one extraordinary night when he had babysat her,
something he had done since she was a little girl. Something happened
that caused him to avoid being around her ever since that fateful night.
That was the last time he had volunteered to be alone with her. Now, he
wasn't her "special friend", as he had described himself that night, but
just "Uncle Roy".

Roy wasn't really her uncle, he was her pastor, Reverend Roy Wiggins of
the Faith Home Methodist Church. Her parents had attended his church
since moving to Atlanta twenty years earlier. Roy had been a young
associate pastor then and he and Angela's father, Carl, had quickly
bonded. Over the years, Reverend Roy had spent so much time with her
family that Angela began to refer to him as "Uncle Roy", a title that he
seemed to delight in, being an only child himself.

Angela looked over at Roy as he drove. He looked different in his
"mountain" clothes, more macho than when he was Reverend Wiggins, or
even when he had babysat her. For the first time she noticed a little
salt-and-pepper in his hair, and the crows' feet around his eyes. He
looked even older than her dad, but he still made her feel unlike any
other man she had ever met. She didn't know the words to express the
emotions that being around him brought forth, but just looking at his
profile made her smile.

Angela had been looking forward to her time alone with Roy, not only
because she liked hiking, campfires, and canoeing, but also because she
was hoping to find out what had happened that night so long ago that
made him avoid her for the past two years. She wondered if it might
have been something she did, maybe the embarrassing questions about sex
she had asked. She hadn't intended to make him uncomfortable; she just
had things she needed to know that she couldn't ask her parents. Or
maybe it had something to do with those special and secret moments that
happened later when he put her to bed.

He had touched her body that night more than he usually did and not as
innocently as when they played tickle games. When she nestled onto his
lap after her shower wearing nothing more than a short t-shirt that
barely covered her pretty pink panties she knew he was staring at her
strong, tanned thighs more that a babysitter should, but she had enjoyed
the tingles she felt inside as he did his best to hide what he wanted to
see.

Even as Roy had tested Angela with a gentle feel of her plump bum or the
silkiness of her legs when the moment was appropriate, he never openly
molested or pushed his young playmate too far, because he knew the
consequences of his actions.

After she fell asleep sideways on his lap his caresses grew more
intimate and sexual than at any time in their past. Without her
awareness but with the tenderness of a true lover his hands went places
that were new and very exciting to the nervous man. They might have
been even more titillating to the ten year old little girl had he been
brave enough to be direct, even if none of his actions were shared in an
open and totally consented manner. In spite of what his body wanted or
needed his actions never extended beyond a few subtle feels of her
satiny legs, small growing breasts, and surprisingly firm nipples.

He might have wanted to slip his fingers under the snug elastic of her
panties and revel in the smooth elegance of her bald charms, but that
was far too provocative and couldn't be considered anything but sexual
abuse and child molestation. Rather than take the chance that she'd
wake up when he had a handful of her growing womanhood, he accepted
tugging her top up just enough to stare at her tender development while
she slept on his lap. When she appeared to be sound asleep he carried
her down the hall and carefully put her to bed. Once she was lying
quietly on her own bed his eyes watched in excitement as he nervously
ran his shaking fingertips over both of her nubile tits and erect
nipples for about five minutes. What a glorious feeling! But there was
a price to pay for what he'd done. His conscience was a merciless demon
that haunted him as he drove all the way home that night.

The pain he felt after he'd touched and ogled his young playmate slowly
grew into a kind of anguish that knew almost no depths. Roy was
miserable for a long time after that night, because he knew Angela was
nothing more than a prepubescent child. She might have thought she
wanted to learn about sex, but her mind was still that of an immature
young girl even if her body was showing signs of maturity. There was
only one thing he could do in that frame of mind and that was to prevent
a repeat of his dastardly crimes. She wouldn't like his absence and
most likely wouldn't understand why he had to distance himself, but
talking to a little girl about wanting to strip her naked and enjoy her
body, or trying hard to resist that temptation wasn't something that Roy
had any real experience in. His best course of action was just to avoid
her even if it hurt both of them terribly.

Sure, he'd had thoughts about young women and even little girls almost
all of his life, but Roy was nothing more than a man who was at one time
a curious and adventuresome little boy, then a growing teen who'd felt
the tender softness of little girl flesh and hungered for more. It was
only his nearly getting caught when he was nineteen with a fourteen year
old cousin in a compromising situation that broke the spell of lust,
drove him into a more acceptable course of action, and eventually into
the life of God and redemption rather than lust and perversion.

Angela suspected that her Uncle Roy must have run his fingers over her
body while she was sleeping that night. She hadn't minded the touching,
but noticed that Roy's mood changed immediately after that. She had
wanted to tell him for a long time that she had enjoyed everything they
had done during his visit, from their intimate conversations about sex,
to his sharing of his views regarding her being careful with guys, and
how much like a 'big girl' she'd gotten in the last few months. But she
could never get him alone long enough for them to chat privately.

She tried almost every Sunday after church services, but her folks or
other adults always seemed to want to talk to the pastor also. She was
nearly successful during one church picnic, but instead of adults
hanging around him, this time it was a gaggle of girls, both younger and
older than her, who were far too anxious to hold his hands, hug his
teddy-bear body, or sit on his lap while he visited with all the
families. Rather than being tolerant of all his visitors, especially
the younger girls, Angela was incredibly jealous, which made her that
much more determined to find a way to talk to him. But he seemed to
avoid her at every turn.

It was only Uncle Roy dashing off to the men's restroom that afforded
Angela her one chance and she took it. Moments after he emerged looking
quite a bit more relaxed than when he went in she pounced on him and
hugged him hard enough to make him moan into her left ear. But rather
than accept her hug and offer one of his own Roy gently but firmly
coaxed his former playmate away from his chest, turned her around, took
one of her small hands into his, and walked her straight to the table
where her folks were visiting with some of his other parishioners.

Angela was devastated but knew not to make a scene. If anything, that
would ruin any chances she might have to rekindle the fire that seemed
to have been extinguished by a queer twist of fate or some aspect of her
demeanor. The more she wanted to be with her loving Uncle Roy the
harder it seemed to get close enough to him for anything.

Her once very cuddly and frequent tickle partner had always been eager
to hug, play with, and share plenty of quiet time with the growing
little girl, but he seemed so distant and acted as if Angela was no
longer the precious and lovely little angel that he always told her she
was.

But that was all behind them, because she was going to have a whole
three day weekend alone with him, to try and find the answers to all of
her many potentially dangerous or uncomfortable questions.

She had just been a kid that night, but now she was twelve, practically
a teenager. Old enough to have a boyfriend, she thought, even though no
boys her age seemed to be interested, with one notable exception. That
was okay, though, because she had Uncle Roy to learn from - if he was
willing to share his gentleness and knowledge. She knew that an older
and more experienced man could teach her much more about the whole
man-woman thing than some squeaky-voiced kid who only wanted to squeeze
her titties or run a hand up her shorts or down inside her panties.
Being a man of the cloth made it even better, because she was sure she
could trust him to not harm her. Angela was certain that by the end of
the weekend she was going to be a very different and more knowledgeable
young lady about so many things.

Roy glanced over and saw Angela watching him. He started shaking from
his boots to his brow in a relaxed workshirt and jeans, because his
lovely parishioner was looking much more like a young woman than the
little girl from that fateful night. It had been nearly two years since
he'd lost his self control and had allowed himself to fondle her barely
discernible little titties as he gently put her slumbering body into
bed.

The guilt that poured through him after that night changed his life in
ways he couldn't have imagined. His thoughts changed so much and so
quickly, in fact, that the only way he felt comfortable with Angela and
her family was to distance himself from any private moments with his
'Angel'. It had been a difficult couple of years, because he struggled
more and more to find excuses to stay away from a family that he'd been
so close to previously. Immediately after their illicit adventure he
had thought about moving away so he wouldn't be tempted to molest and
probably hurt the little girl whom he loved more than any other woman,
even more than his own recently deceased wife. But giving up the
congregation he had worked so hard to build for the last twenty years
was just too much of a sacrifice. Was it possible for Roy to have his
faith and his humanity? His mind wrestled for quite a while with his
masculinity and his desire to serve God as a noble and decent man.

After months of anguish and heartfelt appeals to his conscience and
spiritual guide he knew if given the chance he could have the best of
both worlds. Roy felt he could offer the tender manners of a gentle and
loving teacher that was aware of how far to push a curious and eager
young woman, and also the physical satisfaction that his Creator had
provided when sexuality and consideration were paramount to a young
woman. Roy also knew that Angela had been trying to talk to him
privately, even going as far as volunteering for some Saturday afternoon
fund raising activities that she'd normally avoided like the biblical
plagues. It was her pleading eyes and soft whimpering voice that broke
down the last of his resistance.

Finally, he couldn't resist any more. When Angela's parents had
mentioned that her twelfth birthday was approaching, he knew how to make
his preteen parishioner happy and blurted out an invitation for her to
spend a weekend with him alone at his cabin. Almost as surprising as
his offer was the speed with which Carl and Dorothy had accepted his
proposal. They had been wanting to get away for a weekend by themselves
for some time, but hadn't known what to do with Angela since she was a
little too old for a babysitter, but too young to be left all alone.
Now, her former babysitter and beloved "Uncle Roy" had given them the
opportunity. They knew that Angela liked camping, even though they
hardly ever did anything like that, and of course they were more than
willing to trust her to the care of their long-time pastor and close
family friend.

Roy felt that enough time had passed so he could look into her eyes and
not feel remorse or anguish for what only 'perverts' thought about when
looking at a little girl or young woman. In spite of his minor
transgressions in the past, Roy was confident that he could control his
passions and lust enough to afford the growing Angel all the safety and
protection she deserved while answering any questions she may utter
without compromising their relationship or his standing in the
community. The fact that she was eagerly squirming next to him on the
front seat of his car was enough of a distraction that he found his
previous mental strength continuously tested. Angela was an incredibly
beautiful creation, one that even Reverend Roy couldn't help but notice
and appreciate.

With his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes frequently turning
toward his twelve year old passenger he uttered a private measure of
genteel thanks that only a mature man of the cloth could offer, "You've
created a real work of beauty with this one, Lord. I know you're proud
of your handiwork, and I'm especially thankful that she'll have an
easier time in her life because of her natural God-given gifts." It was
the sound of her angelic voice that gave him an opportunity to actually
turn and smile at her after miles of near silence.

"Are we almost there, Uncle Roy?"

He turned and looked at his passenger, his mind filled with a mixture of
loving admiration for one of God's most beautiful and gentle creations,
and a kind of suppressed lust that needed to find a safe and acceptable
outlet. Angela had developed into such a pretty thing over the last
couple of years, her smile much more erotic and expressive, her eyes
bright and incredibly piercing, and her more fully developed little girl
breasts poking forward in her thin t-shirt just enough to contradict her
former Tom-boy features. The two small but erect points did their best
to distort the tightly woven fabric of her sports shirt and were an
obvious clue that his soccer-loving playmate was more than athletic and
well toned; Angela was downright sexy for a preteen, and it was becoming
apparent that boys and even men were going to be noticing his "niece" a
lot more soon.

"Uh . . . no, Sweetie, I'm sorry. We've just passed the halfway mark.
If you're tired you could lie down on the back seat, but we might need
to shift some of our supplies around to make room. Or you could loosen
your seat belt a little bit and lay your head in my lap. Make up your
mind pretty soon 'cause there's a quickie mart up ahead in the next
town, and we need to take a break."

The idea that Angela's face might be close to his throbbing cock was
more than an idle thought, it was a secret fantasy that Roy had carried
with him for a long time. In his mind, he could feel the warmth of her
breath or soft skin through his pants even though she was still sitting
up next to him. DAMN, he needed to get a grip, or he'd push his lovely
young playmate and fantasy lover too hard. The blinking yellow light up
ahead signaled the cross-roads where he'd planned to stop. He toyed
with the idea of using the privacy of the mens' room to relieve some of
the pressure that was slowly but surely building up inside his body. In
spite of the scripture that told him otherwise Roy felt it would be
better to spill his seed to a rock rather than inside the tempting
little girl at his side and under his care.

"Here we are," he smiled. "We can stretch our legs, run off to the
restroom for a minute, and then get a quick drink and a snack before we
get going again."

He pulled up in front of the store, but when he got out of the car he
saw that his arousal was obvious and he was forced to walk to the mens'
room leaning slightly forward with a limp to hide his condition. His
only alternative would have been for him to follow Angela into the
store, but he feared that would have the reverse effect because he'd
then be able to ogle her little girl ass as it wiggled and shimmied no
more than a few feet away from his aching dick and intense gaze.

Poor Roy was a bloody mess and his mind was beginning to play tricks on
him, because he thought he caught his twelve year old niece sneaking
looks at his crotch and the bulge in his jeans even before he got all
the way out of his car. There was NO way she'd be that bold, because
only boys were crude and horny enough to be interested in sex at her
age. Angela couldn't have any real knowledge of sex or the pleasures of
digital or lingual masturbation, he kept telling himself, because she
really wasn't much more than a preteen in tight shorts and a thin top.

When Angela came out of the restroom, Roy was at the counter buying some
snacks and drinks. Because of his straight and upright posture it
looked to Angela like his limp had gone away. When she had noticed it
before as he climbed out from behind the steering wheel, he had told her
that his leg had gone to sleep while driving, but she had seen the lump
in his pants and wondered if she had anything to do with it. While he
was paying for the drinks and snacks she snuck a look to see if it was
still there. She couldn't see it anymore and thought it might have just
been because he had needed to go pee. She had seen evidence of her
dad's penis hard and swollen like that once when he had been taking a
nap, and that was what he told her.

Once they were back in the car and on the road, Angela quickly finished
the soda and bag of chips Roy had bought her. They still had a couple
of hours to go, so she decided to take his advice and pass the time by
taking a nap. She didn't want to make him have to rearrange stuff in
the back seat, so she just put her head in his lap and curled up on the
seat. It was such a nice, warm feeling, lying there, the heat from his
body warming her as she listened to the rhythmic rumble of the tires on
the road and the quiet jazz coming from his favorite radio station. It
wasn't long before she felt herself falling asleep, happy with the
memories of how well they used to get along when she was younger and
with the welcome sensation of her face tucked so snugly onto his strong
and masculine thighs.

She awoke sometime later, with the car moving much more slowly along a
rough, bumpy road. "We're almost there, Sweetie," he told her when he
felt her head move slightly. He looked down to see her eyes open as she
smiled up at him. Angela, reluctant to leave the comfort of his lap,
noticed that her T-shirt had slid up above her belly, revealing a small
portion of her newly purchased grown-up bra. She pulled her shirt back
down and sat up. In a way, she kind of hoped that he had been looking
at her as she slept. The very idea of that caused a curious tingle
between her legs and a not-so-hidden blush to erupt all over her face
which complimented her ginger hair. Could her loving and previously
very affectionate Uncle Roy have been looking at her new bra and the
tender development that was just inside? Would he have been brave
enough to touch her new undergarment and possibly even feel her erect
nipples and tender mounds hidden by the thin layer of fabric? The
tingle that she first became aware of seemed to grow into a gentle
throbbing that was a familiar if not slightly strange sensation to her
developing body, as if the mere act of being that close to her formerly
affectionate Uncle Roy could stir her body in new ways.

They were on a narrow dirt road running through some thick woods and the
scene was reminiscent of so many picture postcards she'd seen from other
family's vacations. To add to her excitement she couldn't see evidence
of any other vehicle or human being; nothing but trees, the road, and
the impression that they were miles away from any other person. The
sensation of being alone with her favorite man was so strong, in fact,
that Angela absentmindedly tucked her small right hand between her legs
and allowed herself a few quick rubs along that aching bundle of nerves
that seemed to never give her a moment's peace, more so at that moment
because of the naughty thoughts in her head about being lovingly fondled
while she was asleep.

Even while she was trying to hide her embarrassment, sexual arousal, and
impromptu masturbation session, curiosity made her take another quick
look at Roy's lap, where her head had been for the last couple of hours.
The lump in his pants was back and she thought that meant he needed to
go pee again, because she knew she did. While her mind was filled with
confusing images of wanting to know what was inside his jeans and if she
was the cause, she wondered if it had been uncomfortable for him to have
her head pressing against him in that state. She didn't want to ask.
It was too early in the weekend for that kind of question. She had
plenty of time since they were going to be all alone for three days. No
longer would she have to wait for the right moment, because there
weren't any other little girls or bothersome parents around to interrupt
or distract Roy.

Genuinely fearing the rather impressive look of the daunting wilderness
Angela softly asked, "Are there any bears around here, Uncle Roy?"

Roy had felt incredibly nervous the moment his "niece" tugged her top
down and hid her bright white undergarment. Although he had kept his
hands off of her training bra while he drove, his eyes couldn't be kept
from enjoying her tender curves, the stark white of her exposed
protection, and the beauty of a young preteen at the beginning of her
sexual development. He was certain that she'd imagined he'd stolen a
quick fondle of her newly emerging little titties, even if she never
moved, flinched, or tried to push his hand away. "No, Sugar. The bears
aren't out right now. They're usually only a problem right after they
come out of hibernation."

"Oh, good. I really wanna walk in the woods this weekend. So, what are
we gonna do this evening?"

"Well, first we have to get everything out of the car and then fix some
supper. If you want I'll let you decide what we're going to have.
Otherwise it's your Uncle Roy's best attempt and stewed rocks and
roasted twigs." The smile on her face almost matched his when he
resumed his thoughts. "As far as I'm concerned, you're the Princess in
my small castle this whole weekend and I'll let you pretty much dictate
what kind of fun and food we'll be having." Roy felt himself blushing a
little over the boldness of his last statement and although he had meant
it innocently, it seemed like being around Angela was again bringing out
his dirty old man persona.

The moment she saw his cabin she fell in love with it. Everything
looked perfect, from the real logs that ran horizontally from one end of
the small structure to the other, to the wooden shingles on the roof,
the authentic stone fireplace along one wall with a chimney that seemed
to go all the way to the sky between the trees, and the huge front porch
that was completely covered with a wide overhang to keep the rain and
snow from the planks along the front of his quaint but elegant retreat.
But that wasn't what caused her to provide a jubilant expression of
glee.

"Kew-wull! A lake!"

Almost before his car came to a stop Angela burst out of the passenger
door and ran straight for the dock. It almost looked as if she was
about to jump in because of her speed and enthusiasm. Rather than
chastise her for being so impulsive he allowed his preteen princess to
explore the water from the safety of the dock, because he knew she'd
realize there was stuff to be done eventually. After no more than a few
minutes of innocent explorations she ran straight back to her older
care-giver's presence with a bright smile on her face.

"It's perfect, Uncle Roy! I'm so glad you asked my mom and dad if I
could come with you this weekend."

"Me too, Princess. I've been kinda remiss in not spending any time with
my special little Angel and I need to make up for my oversight."

Down deep Roy knew Angela was nothing more than a kid, so he planned to
offer her lots of free time to spend any way she wished. He had no idea
how she'd respond, but needed to give her as much latitude as he could.
After all, she was on vacation too and if he was going to make up for
his previous over-exuberance with her when she was ten he needed to
relax the rules slightly.

"Would you like to spend some time exploring while I get the stuff
unloaded, Angel?"

Her smile and the bright gleam in her eyes sent a whole cavalcade of
mixed messages to her adult host, but it would only be her verbal
response that would clear the air and any doubts he might have.

"Naw ... I should help you put everything away, Uncle Roy. My mom and
dad would be kinda upset with me if I didn't help out."

"You're a far more mature young woman than I gave you credit for, Angel.
I kinda thought you might want to run hog wild and forget all about your
responsibilities, but am again pleasantly surprised that you're not a
careless little girl anymore. You're actually growing into a young
woman right in front of my happy eyes."

Since there wasn't anyone around for miles Roy didn't need to feign
embarrassment or nervousness when Angela lunged forward for a tight hug.
Once her arms were as far around his larger body as they could stretch
he reached around her pubescent form and enveloped her in an embrace
that hid none of his love for the precious life he'd admired and loved
for years.

"Mmmmm! I've missed your special hugs, Uncle Roy. They always made me
feel so warm and special, and I've needed one like this for a long time.
I really like to feel close to you like this and have been waiting for
what seemed like forever just to be right here."

Roy could have kept possession of his young guest for hours, but that
wouldn't get the car unloaded, so he gently kissed the top of her head
and softly whispered, "We better get moving or I'll never let you go."

Roy could almost feel the heat from her blush and did perceive the huge
smile that erupted on her face, but he knew not to say anything more as
he shifted them apart. It didn't take very long to get everything out
of the car and inside, even with Angela looking around more than she was
carrying anything, but Roy didn't mind because he reveled in the
excitement being displayed in Angela's eyes.

"Can we have a fire in the fireplace?" Angela asked as they were
putting away the food. "I know it's not really cold, but it makes it
seem like we are really camping out. We could even roast some
marshmallows!"

"Sure, if you'd like to, but let's eat supper first How about some hot
dogs and chili?"

After they ate supper and cleaned up the dishes, Roy remembered to turn
the small water heater on so their showers wouldn't leave them colder
than the cool air at night. He then showed Angela how to start a fire.
After it got going she went around and turned off all the lights. "Gee,
this is kind of romantic, isn't it?" she giggled.

Roy couldn't help but steal yet another hard glance at her developing
breasts, those lovely points urging him to coax his niece onto the couch
very soon. "You really think so, Angel? I kind of thought only old
guys liked to think about being romantic and stuff."

"You've always been so gentle and nice to me. If you ever want to be
sweet to me again, like when I was a little girl, I promise to do
everything I can to make it easy for you so you won't feel bad like you
did the last time ..."

She was eventually going to push Roy right to the edge, but he knew to
wait. It wasn't until she leaned close enough for an embrace that he
knew she might be a bit more anxious to grow up than he anticipated.
The way Angela kept shifting closer each time she'd smile at her
favorite uncle was a difficult clue to ignore, but he passed it off to
her naivet�, and didn't want to push her too hard. All of his carefully
crafted resolve and months of valiant planning to resist the nubile
preteen was quickly being subverted in favor of that undeniable hunger
and lust that he'd tried so hard to suppress. He'd spent months
agonizing over what he'd wanted to do with his preteen playmate, in
spite of the certain knowledge that his soul and ministry would suffer
if he failed yet again.

Each time she'd move just right or would give him that evocative but
chaste smile more of his strength was stolen from him. Angela seemed to
know just what to do and how to turn so her small breasts could be seen
or hinted at, her bra snug enough to keep her assets hidden but
revealing enough to clearly display every gentle curve and both erotic
points within. The more Angela was around Roy the harder it was to deny
that she was having an effect on him that went far beyond a childish
crush or a timid need to show off. It almost seemed as if she needed to
be a woman, at the tender age of twelve.

Maybe if she was more bold later he might accept some responsibility for
his thoughts and try to test her again, but until she openly threw a
hint into his face, he'd only steal little peeks and timid fondles.
Touching the preteen in any manner other than innocently wouldn't have
been acceptable, but if she was insistent and illustrated a kind of
maturity that he couldn't have anticipated he knew he'd crumble and do
more than just look.

"Gee, do you mind if I go take a shower and put on my nightgown?" she
asked. "Since you don't have a TV here, I guess all we can do is just
watch the fire and talk. Is that okay?"

"That would be fine. While you're dusting off the miles I'll go gather
some firewood from the wood shed. Holler if you need anything."

Roy's mind was polluted with thoughts that were far from the kind he
wanted to share with his young parishioner. But his body was screaming
for more than a few timid peeks or a hidden grope here and there; the
man was a burning inferno and losing a battle that he thought he'd won a
few months earlier. Even before he made his way through the door and
walked toward a small stack of wood from his last visit he whispered a
question that sounded horribly crude.

"Would you like for me to help wash between your thighs or all over your
sexy little titties?" The moment the words left his lips Roy truly felt
ashamed for having uttered such a foul sentiment for his lovely young
charge. Fortunately, it seemed that Angela had not heard his lewd
question.

In an attempt to reconcile what was eating at him he shook his head and
tried to make amends for his temporary mental oversight. "DAMN, were I
a less chaste and considerate man, like a few in my troubled flock, I
would have gotten laid before I came all the way out here! Forgive me,
Lord, for even though I've taken to more considerate ways and try my
best to remain vigilant, I'm only the man that You created and have the
same needs as any of Your pitiful human accomplishments. I may have
taken Your word into my heart, but my body still hungers for something
that my lovely wife was barely able to satisfy. Now that she's with You
I've got to make my way through this Earth and stumble blindly along
like the worse cripple You might cure if I were worthy enough. Help me,
Lord, and show me the right path, for I don't want to harm Your precious
creation with my lewd ideas and Earthly desires."

The water wasn't very warm yet, so Angela took a quick shower and then
put on the only nightie she had brought. It wasn't anything special, in
fact it was one of her older ones. She had chosen it because she had
outgrown it. It barely covered her bottom any more, but it was perfect
for the naughty mood she was in this weekend. She even thought about
not wearing panties, but decided that might embarrass the poor preacher
if he happened to see her ... down there.

For several minutes Angela checked her outfit in the mirror. She bent
forward to see how much of her butt was showing, lifted her arms up in
the air and blushed when she saw the plump fullness of her pussy
outlined by her tight, white panties, and grinned wickedly when she
leaned far enough forward so the neckline of her top dipped down and
revealed her little breasts. Of all the things she needed this weekend
the most important was to feel like a woman and have a man look at her
like one.

If her parents knew what she was wearing and how much of her body could
be seen as she pranced in front of their pastor's bathroom mirror they
would have been horribly embarrassed. They certainly would have been
angry with the preteen at her bold and provocative demeanor and Angela
heard one word in her head that seemed to fill her with both shame and
excitement: slut! But her Uncle Roy wouldn't think of his angel like
that, because he loved her so much. She just wanted to tease him out of
that self imposed prison he'd locked himself away in.

Moments later, with the bathroom door handle in her grasp, she took a
deep breath, and prepared herself for what was about to come.

"I'm ready!" she announced, bouncing back into the main room of the
cabin.

The moment Roy saw his dream girl, he almost had a heart attack! She
was wearing an incredibly short nightgown, even for a twelve year old.
"My goodness, Angel!!! You sure you wanna let the mice and raccoons see
you like that? They might get jealous of me and try to break the front
door down!"

"Mice! You've got mice?!"

Rather than lunge forward and jump into his lap Angela tugged the bottom
hem of her top down slightly as if to hide her body from the wild
creatures, then stepped backward toward the bathroom as if that place
was safer than being with her uncle.

Perfect! If Roy's hastily developed plan worked she'd soon be on the
couch and possibly even on his lap.

"Well, the last time I was out here by myself I might have seen one or
two. Are you really scared of mice, Angel?"

"Yes! I hate anything small and fast. Gosh, can I sit close to you so
you can protect me?"

The protection his bathroom might have offered was quickly forgotten and
her act seemed all too easily contrived, because fractions of a second
after she exhibited feigned horror at small furry creatures scurrying
about, her face took on the glow of a curious and excited preteen.

"The fire is nice."

"I'm glad you like my boy scout skills."

"Hey, where will I be sleeping while we're here?"

"Well ... the only bed is in the loft and it's just a king size
mattress on the floor. But don't worry, because I was planning on
sleeping down here."

"Well, if it's a king size, won't there be room for both of us?"

"Uhhhhh ... I know this might sound a little old fashioned, Angel, but
as a gentleman I think it would be better if I slept on the couch while
you were here."

"Oh, well, it's up to you, but I'm not very big and I don't mind sharing
a bed with you. Besides, if I hear some noises during the night I might
get scared and come running down here. You wouldn't want me to hurt
myself, would you?"

As bizarre as it seemed, Angela was actually encouraging Roy to climb
into the same bed with her. Didn't she understand that guys, especially
older, previously married ones, had the bad habit of touching warm
bodies that were close enough at night? In spite of the likelihood that
he might slip Roy couldn't resist.

"Well, in that case maybe it might be a good idea for me to change my
plans a little bit ... as long as you don't mind. The stairs in the
dark can be kind of treacherous."

"Goody! I didn't bring my teddy bear, so I kinda need something to
snuggle up with."

Roy was getting all the hints he needed. Just the idea of sleeping with
his lovely preteen niece was enough of a fantasy, but the reality of her
pressing her slim body against him made his cock throb even harder. His
mind was already in overdrive, the thought that the nubile child would
grant him access to her tender body while she was asleep was more than a
wicked fantasy; it was a goal for which there had never been any race.
Would she sleep just as soundly as she used to when he last babysat her?

Rather than keep talking about where they were going to sleep and
potentially ruin his plans before he could revel in a sweet fantasy Roy
decided to change the subject and bring her closer for a little while.

"Why don't you come over here and tell me a little bit about what you've
been up to, Sweetie. May I ask you a rather mature question?"

"Sure."

"I, um . . . I know it's been a while since I've held you in my arms
while we were just sitting and talking so ... I kind of need to know if
you still like to be held like you used to. Would you mind if I hugged
you close like I did when you were younger?"

"Heck yeah, I've missed that. Can I sit in your lap?"

Somewhere between Heaven and Hell his mind was swimming with a quick and
lewd response, "Mmmmmmmm! Sweet Aphrodite, Child! Hell yes!" but the
words that softly left his lips sounded a lot less threatening.

"I'd kind of like that, Angel. It's been far too long since I hugged
you tight to my heart and I've really missed holding you like that. You
really don't mind being that close to me? I know young women today get
kind of nervous about guys wanting to be so intimate."

"Your not just some guy, you're my favorite uncle, remember?"

"That makes me feel very special, Angel. Thanks."

"Now, can I ask you a question?" Angela asked with a shy smile.

"Of course! Turnabout is fair play, after all."

"I'm growing really fast. I'm probably two inches taller than the last
time you saw me, and I don't like the way my body looks. Do you think
my legs are too skinny?"

"Oh, NO, Angel! I think you're developing into one Hehh ... one heck
of a very sex ... very lovely young woman."

"Thanks. Now if I only had some ti...sorry, breasts, I would feel
better."

"Pardon??? You're kidding, right, Angel?"

"No, really. Most of my friends have bigger ones than I do. I don't
know what's wrong with me."

"Sweetie ... first of all, you're mistakenly under the impression that
all men want women and girls to have big ole bazooms bobbing up and down
in their tops. Second, you've also been led to believe that having big
boobs is somehow a really good thing. Since you're now old enough to
hear the facts, you need to know that having big breasts as a young girl
is actually a bad thing."

"Bazooms, that's a funny word," she giggled. "Oh don't worry, I really
don't want big ole milk bags on my chest, 'cause it makes it hard to
run. But I would like enough to, you know, get the boys interested in
me. Oh gosh, maybe I said too much, cuz you're blushing, Uncle Roy."

"To be honest, Angel, I feel embarrassed and flattered that you'd trust
me with such an intimate conversation. But please don't worry about our
chats, since I've always kept our conversations to myself. After all,
pastors and ministers have taken an oath of secrecy when people need to
talk about their private lives, remember?"

"Yeah. I keep forgetting that you're also my pastor, Reverend Roy."

"But remember, Angel, this weekend I'm just a man - your Uncle Roy,
okay?"

"Kay!"

"Now, your folks don't need to know about any of this unless your safety
is in jeopardy and that will never happen when you're alone with me.
You're a growing young woman, Angel, and since I want you to feel free
to say whatever is on your mind, I'm not going to restrict our
conversations to what you did in English class, or how many points you
scored on the soccer field."

Roy wanted to be very specific about which 'points' she'd scored, his
desire to leave boys out of his conversation so his fantasy with her
wouldn't be destroyed.

"Why don't you climb up onto your favorite uncle's lap and get comfy? I
think this conversation is going to take a little while."

Angela was very quick to carelessly climb onto his lap, none of her
mother's suggestions regarding how to always keep her panties covered
heeded at all. In fact Roy got more than an eyeful as his young guest
clambered all the way up his thighs. It looked and felt nice for her to
be that bold and daring. Each time she did something more it confirmed
that she truly wanted more than just a couple of days of hiking and
campouts.

"Ahh, this is nice. You've got a nice cushy lap. You'd make a good
Santa Claus. Oh, and in soccer, it's goals, not points, and I'm leading
my team. My coach is already telling me that if I keep working hard I
can get a college scholarship."

"Now, THAT'S my girl! You be sure to get out there and kick some royal
ahhh . . . sorry, butt."

"You can say ass, unc, it won't bother me."

"Right! I keep forgetting that I've let the rules kind of drop a little
bit."

Roy instinctively cupped his left hand around Angela's back and without
really trying was able to tuck the tips of his fingertips under her arm
far enough to feel the slightest softness of her developing left titty.
His right hand wasn't any less provocative, tucked over her left thigh
about half way up her lithe and strong limb and close enough to Heaven
for him to look down and see what he'd been able to accomplish.

"Now, the thing about girls with bigger boobs is kind of a touchy
subject, primarily because most young boys don't understand just how
incredibly sensitive a girl's breast can be, both physically and
psychologically. Are you with me so far?"

"Sensitive? Yeah, I know that! Sometimes when I chest trap the ball,
it really hurts, then somebody says something stupid, like 'don't worry,
it makes them swell', and we just laugh about it. But I think what
you're talking about is what happens sometimes when I don't wear my
training bra, and my ti..breasts rub against my shirt. That makes my
nip... can I say that word? get all hard."

"Angel ... you can say any word you'd like ... even the 'f' word if
you're brave enough. I'm not some old coot that's gonna have a heart
attack when you say it, but just use words like that when it's
appropriate. Saying dirty stuff isn't really that sexy unless the
conditions are right. And by the way, a girl's developing breasts can
be as sensitive if not more so than a boy's testicles, or balls. Does
that level the playing field any better?"

"Boy's balls are sensitive? I didn't know that. I mean, I know that if
I knee them there, it really hurts, but you mean sensitive like...
tickling?"

"Oh, yeah!!! And since we're on the subject of pleasurable contact, are
your areolas any more sensitive than your nipples?"

"Oreos? I've got cookies on my chest?" Angela couldn't suppress a
giggle at her silly joke. Her impromptu remark even made her blush a
little, the reddish tint on her cheeks matching her light red hair, now
unbound and spread across her shoulders.

Roy smiled at the sound of Angela's cute little laugh. Her hand came up
to her chest and she began rubbing one of the objects of their
discussion without even realizing she was doing it. By the time she
caught herself, her surprisingly well-developed nipple was poking
against the sheer material of her nightgown.

"No, Sweetie. Areolas are those lovely targets that surround your
nipples and are unique to each girl. Some girls have small pink dots,
some have big brown circles, some are puffy, and some are flat.
Everyone's different."

"I think mine are kinda big, at least from what I've seen while taking
showers with the girls after P. E. Uh, if I showed you mine, would you
tell me if they're normal?"

One of the most obvious clues had just been tossed into Roy's face,
Angela far more anxious to show her developing body than he imagined.

"If you feel comfortable enough to do that, then I'd be as honest as I
can be. But I need to warn you that I haven't seen a whole bunch of
growing young women since I was a lot younger. It isn't appropriate for
me to be running around girls' locker rooms while they're taking
showers."

His sly grin was enough to deepen the redness of her face as she grinned
back at him.

"Yeah, that would be pretty funny, to see you running around our locker
room. Well, since it's just you and me here and I know you can keep a
secret, maybe I'll show you one, just to get your opinion." Angela
carefully raised her nightshirt to reveal her left breast, forgetting
that when she did that it also exposed her panties to her uncle's eager
gaze.

"Mmmmm!"

Roy was ready to let out a guttural moan the instant his eyes locked
onto her lovely titty, but held it back, turning it instead to a subdued
grunt. He'd dreamed of this moment for a very long time, his lovely
young fantasy girl far braver than he could have dreamed. It took all
of his moral strength to limit his inspection to just a visual one. Her
still hard nubbin was pointing right at him, inches from his face.

"You look very nice, Angel, and from what I can see in the firelight, it
looks like your areola is normal."

"Whew, good. I was worried that there was something wrong with me.
I've never noticed them being sensitive like you said. Are all girls
and women that way?"

"No, not all. It pretty much is like the color of a person's eyes or
how well they can kick a soccer ball. Everyone is different. By the
way, are both of your areolas similar in dimension and appearance?"

"Uh, I guess so. I never paid that much attention."

Angela pulled her nightshirt further up, tucking it in under her arms,
as if that was more modest than actually being naked. "What do you
think?"

Roy shuddered as he softly mumbled to himself, "Sweet Heaven, let me die
right now and claim perfection!" When he was finally able to collect
his thoughts he tried to sound intelligent.

"Rather than what I think, it's actually how YOU feel about it, Angel.
Guys like just about any parts of a girl's body that they're normally
not allowed to see. Since I promised to be honest with you, I'm gonna
take the chance and tell you that I think you've developed very nicely
since you were a little girl."

"Thanks. I'd still like for my boobies to be bigger, but I guess that
will happen someday. Hey, look, my nipples are hard! Is that because
you're looking at them?"

"That's probably your body's reaction to being looked at so intently,
Angel. So I guess in a way, yeah, it's because I'm looking at them. Do
they get really sensitive and tingle when you touch them ... your
nipples AND your areolas?"

Angela looked incredibly nervous as she barely whispered, "Touch them?"
In spite of her willingness to share anything she wanted with her
adopted uncle there might still be enough fear in her mind to make her
quivering response seem as if Roy was about to do something to her that
might be scary.

"Yes, Angel. Touch them. I'm fairly sure you've touched your breasts
and nipples before since they're kinda attached to your body. You can
be honest with me, Sweetie, and tell me whatever is on your mind. If
you wanna be honest and tell me how it feels when you make yourself all
tingly, then it'll be a little easier for me to share what I know."

"I, uhhh ... nobody's ever asked me that before."

"Well, that's okay, Angel. It might not seem normal for me to ask you
that sort of question, but I thought we were going to drop the pretense
and act like adults. You shouldn't worry about me doing anything I'm
not supposed to, but I'm not about to force you to do something just
because you'd let me see such wonderful female beauty. When you're old
enough you'll feel better about touching your own breasts and
celebrating in the wonders of creation and sexual pleasure."

What Angela asked next surprised and delighted her spiritual adviser.
"Would you touch them, please? You're right, nobody but me has ever
touched my body there, and I'd like to know what it feels like to have
someone else do it. I wonder if it's kind of like not being able to
tickle yourself, it takes somebody else to do it. So, if you wanna find
out how sensitive I am, I guess you're gonna have to do it yourself."

Whatever firmness Roy felt inside his jeans was amplified a dozen times,
but his brain was still working and enough blood was flowing toward his
ears for him to recognize an education moment when it presented itself.

"Angel ... you realize that a guy my age could get into a lot of
trouble if anybody found out I touched you like that, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Roy," she sighed, rolling her eyes in frustration at having
to discuss the obvious. "One of the teachers at my school got fired and
was on the news because he like played naughty games after school with
one of my friends."

"So ... now that you understand what could happen, are you sure you
want me to do something like that? I'm not some stupid prihh ... jerk
that's gonna hurt you, Angel, but you need to know that the moment I
touch you, I've crossed that magic line that might make your folks cut
me in half if they found out."

"It's just you and me, remember, Uncle Roy? And I WANT you to, it's not
like you're forcing me to do anything."

"Then ... if I asked, would you do something else for me?"

"Sure," she grinned, looking like a mischievous elf in the firelight.
"What?"

"How would you feel if I asked you to take your top all the way off ...
just to be comfortable, I mean?"

"Okay, it's kinda stupid trying to hold it under my arms anyway. There,
is that better?"

"Mmmmmm . . .," he whispered under his breath, "sooo sexy!"

"Really, Roy, you think I'm sexy?"

"Oh yes, Angel. Now ... don't be scared, I'm not going to grab you or
anything. I'm just gonna see how you react to a soft touch."

His right hand came away from her left thigh and trembled as he drew the
back of his index and middle fingers against the tender development of
her left nipple. The second he felt the rigid softness of her erect
nubbin he knew he was going to want his lips around that delicate point.
For the next fifteen seconds Roy gently and very tenderly ran the backs
of his digits across, around, over, up, and down the object of his
investigation, then gently flicked her nipple to see what she'd do.

"Gosh. That's sensitive all right. It feels a lot better than when I
touch myself. Do it some more, please."

"Well, since you said please, I guess I can. You like it, Sweetie?
Really?"

"Yes, I do. Gee, I wonder what would it feel like if you kissed me
there?" she asked, her cheeks flushed.

Without bothering to answer her bold and unexpected question, Roy leaned
forward, twisting his head down as far as he could to gain access. Even
with his neck hurting a hell of a lot he managed to cup his lips around
her erect teat.

"Ohhh boy," she sighed. "I saw some people doing this in a movie I
watched on HBO when I wasn't supposed to, and the woman seemed to really
like it. Now I see why. Do the other one."

Roy obeyed his temptress and shifted her body slightly away from his so
he could reach her other pink target. As soon as his mouth was lightly
drawing her nipple and plump areola between his lips, he stroked his
tongue across her teat and cupped her left breast with his right hand.

"Uncle Roy?"

"Mmm hmmm?"

"Why does you touching me there make me feel funny down between my
legs?"

He relinquished his grip of her teat with a soft sound akin to a loving
kiss being broken and then whispered into her breast with a lewd grin on
his face, "You feel funny between your legs, Sweetie? Where?" Roy knew
she'd fall into his obvious "show and tell" child's game reference and
craved the thought of the innocent preteen actually touching herself in
his presence.

"Right here," she said rubbing her hand over her vulva. "Gosh, I'm like
wet there too. What's going on?"

"You're growing up, Angel. You're becoming a woman right before my eyes
and your body is telling you that you're enjoying what I'm doing, like
this ..." Roy sucked, licked, and mouthed Angela's erect nipple. He
continued his almost crude antics as he spoke to her, "... and this."
He sucked her nipple hard and flailed at the tip inside his mouth with
his tongue. The moment he released her baby-soft flesh from his lips
both of them heard a sound that amplified how nasty their new
relationship had become. "Your body is reacting in a way that tells me
you're ready do try some other things, if you want to."

"Other things?"

"Uh huh! Does it feel good when I touch, and kiss, and lick, and suck
on your nipples?"

"Oh yes, a lot."

"Well ... I've done that same sort of thing ... down there ... with
older women, and they liked it."

"Down there? You mean put your mouth where I go pee? That sounds
gross."

"I know, Angel. But what you don't yet understand is how your body is
incredibly sensitive to the right kind of touch, especially a very
special touch that is done with a person's tongue. Believe me, after
you're more grown up, you'll understand what I'm talking about."

The growing up reference was Roy's attempt to push her right to the
edge, his dreams coming true one bit at a time and his greatest fantasy
little more than one thin layer of stretchy fabric away from his
fingers, hands, lips, and tongue.

"That's all I ever hear," she complained, "Angela, wait until you're
grown up, or Angela wait until you're bigger. But I don't want to wait.
If you want to show me something, go ahead."

"Look at me, Angel ... look me right in the eyes. I'm not the least
concerned about your not being old enough or mature enough to feel
something that special. What I'm worried about is how it's going to
affect you and what you'll think of me after I try something that
daring. I've always known you to be much more mature than any other
girl in my extended religious family, so it isn't ME that's gonna be
upset if anyone finds out that we shared a special moment. I know I can
help you understand everything you need to, but I don't want to do
anything that you'll hate me for after this wonderful weekend is over.
Now ... are you sure you trust me enough to teach you stuff like that?"

"We're just having fun, right? It's not like we're actually going to
have sex. I know I'm waayyy too young for that. I just like the nice
way you're making me feel. I've never felt this way before."

"Sweetie ... having sex is more than just intercohhh ... fucking."

Roy waited a moment for the word to sink in and then continued.

"Having sex is also lots of gentle touching, kissing, holding each
other, sharing very tender moments that are never shared with anyone
else, and all done with the tenderness and honesty of two people that
aren't afraid of learning everything they want to about the other
person. So, technically, I've already started to have sex with you with
my fingers, hand, lips, and tongue. You need to understand that,
because this is a one-way street and once we start, there's no going
back. Does that sound serious enough, Angel?"

"Oh... so we are having sex. Okay, I guess that's all right. It sure
feels good whatever it is. But what did you mean about a one-way
street? Just cuz you're playing with my titties doesn't mean we might
-- we could -- we have to fuck, does it?"

"No, Baby. I'm not trying to talk you into that at all. What I'm
saying is that once I crossed that magic line by touching your very sexy
and incredibly sensitive breasts and nipples, I became a child molester
and could go to jail for the rest of my life. Also, once you're touched
by a guy, you can't take it back. It's kinda like jumping into the lake
out there. Once you start running on the dock and throw yourself into
the air at the end, you're gonna get wet and you can't get 'un' wet."

Whatever level of intimidation Roy suspected Angela might feel was
immediately proved invalid. Rather than act frightened and timid Angela
seemed to draw all of her strength from deep within and took control of
the situation. Even with his right hand lightly cupping her small
breast and his digits lightly playing with her erect nipple Angela
assumed a much more dominant position.

"Okay, Uncle Roy, now you look into MY eyes. I would NEVER, NEVER do
anything to get you in trouble. I'm not the kind of girl who blabs
everything to my friends. I can keep secrets, especially big ones.
Understand?"

"Yes I do, Baby. Thank you. Now ... do you want me to treat you like
a little girl this weekend and have lots of innocent fun like swimming
and hiking and exploring all sorts of stuff, or do you want me to treat
you like a woman and teach you what you'll need to know so some dumb kid
doesn't try to trick you later on?"

"I wanna have it both ways," Angela declared, with a hint of spoiled
brat in her voice. "I want to like hike and swim and stuff, but I came
here to learn some things that I've been curious about too -- lots of
things that nobody else can teach me. All of our fun doesn't have to be
outside, does it?"

"All right, Angel, from now on you and I are adults ... completely
adults. You can call me Roy if you want, or Uncle Roy if you prefer.
Until we have to leave you're a woman in every respect and have the
right to do or say whatever you wish. And we're still gonna go
swimming, hiking, canoeing, fishing, have tickle fights, then when the
time is right, we're gonna sit very quietly and talk, and do things that
men and women like to do when they're alone. Sound okay?"

"Yep! So is it time for bed now? Should I put my nightgown back on, or
..."

"Angel, as far as I'm concerned, you don't have to wear a stitch of
clothing. You're on vacation with me all the way out here in the
wilderness and I'll give you as much freedom as you'd like. Since there
isn't a soul within about two miles you can run around completely nude
until if that's what you want. Whatever you want to do, even in the
daytime, you have my permission and support. So, stand up for me,
okay?"

"Okay."

"Look me right in the eyes and ... pull your panties down and hand them
to me."

"Their kinda wet ... but ... okay ... here."

Watching Angela peel her panties off, push them down her sexy thighs
until her whole delicate beauty could be admired, and then completely
off her feet was a show that Roy would have been willing to pay for. In
a strange twist of fate that might have been what he'd done with so many
weeks and months of self-torture and mental isolation. But that was all
behind him now, because his twelve year old girlfriend was stripping the
last bit of clothing off her body and about to show Roy the adorable
beauty that he'd always wanted to see ... and touch.

Before he had time to think too hard about what he was looking at he
softly urged his young guest to tend to her evening ablutions so nothing
would interrupt them being together very soon.

"Go pee and then meet me in bed upstairs. We'll let the fire die down
on its own until morning. From now on, you're my adult girlfriend, not
just my niece ... unless you'd prefer to just stay like we've always
been before this weekend started."

"Okay, see you upstairs. But Roy ..."

"Yes?"

"I think it's only fair that you sleep in the nude too."

When Angela dropped her panties into her uncle's hand she was blushing,
but the smile on her face told him more than any words he could have
heard. The way she moved after she turned around and the obvious manner
in which she wiggled her sexy and naked little ass as she sauntered away
was like a red flag being waved in front of a raging bull. Angela
seemed to know a lot more than she should have about tempting men, or
was just naively repeating what she'd heard other girls had done to get
a guy's attention.

Poor Roy had no idea that she had more than a fun weekend on her mind.
He might not have been quite as willing to drag her all the way out to
the privacy of the wilderness had he understood the potential for
landing in jail if he read her wrong. But the way she stopped, turned,
and grinned at her nervous uncle before she closed the bathroom door was
more than a little hint that she might have wanted some company to help
her sit comfortably on the potty and wipe her tenderness afterward ...
and anything else he could have gotten his hands on.

After he nervously cupped the gusset of her small and slightly slick
panties over his nose and took a deep breath he had to get out of the
cabin or he might have taken advantage of his curious little sex student
and all-time fantasy girl right there in the bathroom. To help cool
down a little and work some energy out of his system, Roy left her
panties on the couch and reluctantly went outside.

The first thing he planned to do was chop some wood to burn off nervous
energy. Soon he would be in the same bed with his naked niece. Just
the thought of that was stirring more than a few lurid thoughts in his
head. He lit a kerosene lamp, carried it outside with him toward the
cutting stump, and began to whack at a log that he strategically placed
there. Before he realized how much time had passed he was surrounded by
a quarter cord of chopped wood, dozens and dozens of split logs laying
about his feet like a small mountain of anticipation. It was only the
sensation of one particularly sharp splinter of wood jabbing him in the
right calf that forced him to stop what he was doing and stumble his way
out of the impressive collection. In another few minutes some of the
newly cut wood was stacked near the front door under the protection of
the overhanging porch roof, the rest tucked inside the wood shed.

A broad smile crossed his face as he walked back into the main room of
the cabin. As soon as the front door was closed and the latch set to
prevent any visitors from making their way in, Roy turned and walked
directly toward the open door of the darkened bathroom. He saw her
panties still lying on the couch and paused to pick them up . He closed
the bathroom door, lifted her still damp panties to his face, breathed
in the aroma of a developing young woman, reveled in her rapidly
blossoming sexual maturity, adored the notion of a young girl that
needed to prove she was starting to grow up, and then began to lightly
lick at the gusset of her panties. Nothing could have prepared him for
the flavor of his niece or the image in his mind of her allowing such
crude behavior. In spite of what he knew as right and wrong the man
couldn't stop sucking and lingually consuming his borrowed feast until
most of what she'd unintentionally put there was gone. Moments later
Roy was naked and in the shower.

The warm water beat down as he laved his body from top to toe. He then
shaved both his face and his genitals, because he wanted Angela to be
able to see all of him without any distractions and feel everything on
his body soft and smooth. Using a new disposable razor was the perfect
decision for a roughened face, scouring pad obscured dick, and furry
balls. If she was brave enough to know what it felt like to touch and
possibly orally pleasure him, Roy wanted nothing to hamper her first
sexual experience or his desire to make the upcoming night very special
for her so she'd always remember it with glee. He even dabbed a hint of
after shave around the base of his cock, just to reduce any likelihood
that he might have missed a single square millimeter of his body and
give his potential underage lover and future sex student the impression
that men, but especially her Uncle Roy, could be dirty between their
legs.

The upcoming night promised to be special in many ways, more so because
he was going to lie down in the same bed with his twelve year old Angel,
and both of them were going to be naked. Roy considered putting an
extra log in the fireplace, but he wanted to let the cabin get nice and
chilly so she might want to snuggle under the thick blanket. Instead he
chose to let the two remaining logs crackle and snap as the fire slowly
consumed them. In his perverse imagination he could almost hear the
erotic sounds of her baby-like and nearly glabrous Mons Veneris and bald
labia majora squishing and snapping as he dove face first between her
lithe and strong thighs and licked her for at least an hour, just to get
her warmed up.

With a huge smile on his face and a raging erection leading the way he
began climbing the stairs to the loft completely naked. The moment his
eyes crested the top edge of the stairs Roy wasn't sure whether to climb
back down or groan and accept his fate.

There she was....

-(continued)-

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