"A Matter of Clothes" is a work of fiction. The charactors are fictitious, the situations are fictitious and have not occured in real life. "A Matter of Clothes" is the story of a man who falls in love with his neice and is asked to perform sexual favors for the young girl.

If you are not 18 years of age or older, please leave now. If sex between an adult male and underage girl is not your cup of tea, please leave now. Otherwise, stay and enjoy how a young girl manipulates her uncle. Enjoy, Frenchie

ASSTR Codes: Sex, Mf*, cons, inc, ped, rom.



A Matter of Clothes
by
Frenchie

Ever since Kevin was a young boy, a girl or young lady dressed up had attracted him, sexually, though he was too young to realize what was going on at the time. He remembers, one time on the bus to school, he was aroused so much by a classmate's petticoat and dress, that he achieved an unwanted hard-on and had to miss his stop and get off the bus and walk back the distance to relieve him.
 
He grew up in the 50's, when girls wore "Poodle Skirts" with bouffant petticoats beneath them to "poof" the skirt out, like an umbrella. Their waist was cinched with a wide belt, giving it the appearance of a much smaller diameter waist, which accented the hemline from which portended to hide the yards and yards of lace trimming on the voluminous layers of petticoat.
Our story begins one Sunday when Kevin was called to visit his older sister, Irene, who lived across town in Gentilly.
  
Kevin's sister was ten years older than he and she had a nine and a half year old daughter, named Christy. Christy adored Kevin and enjoyed when he visited because he would always bring her a present and sometimes he would take her to a show or restaurant.

Kevin idolized his little niece and loved her more and more, every time he saw her. Christy, with her beautiful dark-brown hair that went down past her shoulders and shown brightly in the sunlight, her cute way that she talked and her lovely little body with that exciting butt and flat tummy; his day- dreaming about what it would be like to see her bald little pussy and maybe even lick it and bring her to an orgasm, repeated in his mind, over and over. Just dreams, he thought, because he would never do anything to her that would embarrass her or his sister. He swore to that.

This one day, Irene had asked Kevin to babysit Christy, because she had to go to Baton Rouge for a court appearance, that might take two or three days and she didn't have a regular baby sitter. Kevin readily agreed.

He arrived about 4:00 the next afternoon, just in time to see Irene off on her journey. As he walked up to the porch, he scooped up his biggest fan, in his arms, Christy, who smothered him with kisses from her vantage point. He carried Christy around as Irene show him where everything was and gave him money, just in case she had to stay over an extra day or two. They kissed her goodbye and she left.

Kevin put Christy down and asked her if she had had lunch and she told him as much, so he asked her what she wanted to do. He was taken aback at her response; because it involved something he had only fantasized doing with his little niece.

"I want to play brother and sister with you." She said in her cute little voice.

"What," he asked, "is that?

"Oh." And she thought a moment and finished by saying. "It's like playing doctor, only you do it. Shirley told me that Bobby and she do it all the time and it feels really good."

Kevin thought for a moment, trying to figure out what his little niece was saying; was it what he thought it was and what he was going to tell the little girl.

"What do you mean by `do it'?" He asked.
    
"You know," she replied. "He sticks his thing in you and you do it."

Kevin almost took his little niece right then and there. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All the time he dreamt about sleeping with Christy; holding her in the fetal position with his rod embedded in her sweet pussy and now she was saying, that's just what she wanted.
 
"I don't know, Christy. You're only nine years old and you're much too young to be having such thoughts."

She crossed her arms across her chest and said; "Nine and a half."

"Listen, what do you say we go to a movie and think about this for a little while?" He asked, trying to buy a little time before disappointing the little angel he loved so much.

"No, Uncle Kevin," She said, emphatically. "I've thought about it and I want to do it with you, so I can make you feel good like Shirley does for Bobby. I really love you, Uncle Kevin."

`Oh, god,' Kevin thought. `How do you argue with that kind of logic?' He said.
 "How about we go to the ice cream parlor get some cake and ice cream and talk about this, because it's a tall order. OK?"

"Can I get a banana spit?"

"You bet you!" He exclaimed, vigorously.
 
"With nuts and a cherry?" She asked, enthusiastically.

"All right, that's settled, let's go."

"Go wash your face and comb your hair and we'll go." He commanded.

As they walked the three blocks to Gentilly highway, Kevin waited to hear what he was dreading to hear, but on the other hand, he was getting a boner because of what he wanted to hear and was fantasizing as he watched her little head as it bobbed up and down in stride with her walk.

"You're gonna like it when we do it." Christy said, with a cheery tone.

"Christy, we're not going to do it. You are too young, and besides, we are related." Kevin said, firmly.

"But, Shirley is younger than me and she does it." She pouted.

"That doesn't change anything." Kevin said, finally. "We're not going to do anything like that. Now you can just forget it."
   
 He regretted saying it just that way, but now, he was caught between a rock and a hard place, so-to-speak.

They walked in silence until they came at Gentilly Highway and that started Christy to start chattering again.

"How many times have you done it, Uncle Kevin?"

Kevin thought, `Oh my god, she's really into this.'

He thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I don't know, maybe two or three." 

They walked into the drugstore and went to the soda fountain. Kevin grabbed the little girl under her behind and lifted her to the stool and he sat down. All the time he was lifting her, with her body so close to his, he thought how good it would feel to lay next to this little angel on the bed and maybe even feel her up.

"Ok, what'll it be?"

The soda jerk walked over and stood in front of the pair with his notebook order form and looked down upon them.

"What do you want Christy?"

She looked at the card menu and said. "I want a Banana Split with nuts and a cherry."

Kevin said, "I'll have the same."
 
The man walked away with their order and Christy was the first to break the silence.
 
"I want you to make love to me because you've got me all wet down there and we will both feel good when we do. Shirley says so."

"How old is Shirley?"

"She's 10 and Bobby is 11 and they do it all the time." Christy said, curtly.

"Well, there you are. They are both about the same age, so they are compatible, but they are much too young to be involved in sexual activities."

Christy put her right hand under her dress and rubbed her soaked little pussy and showed Kevin the wetness. Kevin almost fainted as she put her little fingers so close to his nose that he smelled the acrid aroma of her sweet nectar. His penis grew rock hard; there was no denying this sweet little angels request. What was he going to do? Now, he was getting wet.

They finished their Banana Splits and walked home in silence and when they walked up the porch steps, Kevin went right to the swing and sat down. Christy sat down next to him and lay against his arm. He took the queue and put his arm around his little angel and they sat there a while, side by side, swinging back and forth.

Christy noticed that Kevin's pants were soaking wet. Even maybe wetter than her panties and she giggled.

"Uncle Kevin!" She exclaimed. "You're even wetter than I am. So, you must want to make love to me."

Kevin looked down to see a large wet spot at his groin and his protruding prick standing at attention. He was had.

"Yes, I admit it." He said, lamely. "But Christy, we can't. You are too young and I could hurt you. Don't you understand?"

"You won't hurt me." She pleaded. "I promise."

They kept on swinging in silence. Kevin not making any move to hide his swollen penis or the wet spot on his pants that kept growing, but Christy's eyes were glued to the apparitions.

Apparently, his little niece had made up her mind and he had to think of a way to make her change her mind. He knew that if he tried to put his prick in her, it would tear her up and would hurt her, forever. But, by the same token, he couldn't miss a chance to, at least, smell and lick her glorious honey pot.

It was about 6 o'clock, the sun was setting and there was a chill in the air.

"Ok. What say we go inside and watch some Television?"

"And then we can go to bed." The anxious girl said.

They got up from the swing and went inside. Kevin turned on the TV while Christy went to the bathroom.

When she came from the bathroom, she went right to the couch and got up on Kevin, straddling his legs. She took his right arm and put it over her crotch and lay back against him.
 
He was in heaven. This little vixen he had loved since she was born was in his lap begging him for release of her sexual desires and he obliged her. He rubbed his hand back and forth for a while, then he reached down and pulled her dress and petticoat up and felt for her little snatch and began caressing it back and forth, up and down, until the girl was whimpering and breathing very hard. He redoubled his efforts until his breathing was out of control.

Soon, he bent over and nudged the little girl to an upright position, facing him and their lips met. She kissed him a little girl's kiss at first, but soon her mouth opened and her tongue was searching for is tongue. Kevin almost came in his pants, right then. The more they kissed and caressed each other the hotter and wetter they became and they both wanted to go to bed and make love. Their hearts were beating out of control as was their breathing and they were so weak they could hardly hold each other.
          
Kevin broke their kiss and breathed out a big breath and collapsed back on the couch and Christy collapsed on him, spent. They rested there for sometime and when Kevin got some strength back
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"Let's go get ready for bed."

"Uncle Kevin, I just want to go to bed and make love like we're doing."

Kevin thought she had something there, but she should take a shower or bathe first and then after they finished, they could go to sleep.

Christy slipped off of the couch and went straight to her room and closed the door.

Kevin locked the front door and turned off the light and went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He went to his room and changed into a pair of pajamas and went to Christy's room. She was lying across her bed still dressed with her eyes closed. He turned out the light and lay next to Christy. She immediately turned to face him and they embraced and kissed, warmly.
 
Kevin's hand, as it had before, pulled Christy's dress and petticoat up and found her eager pussy and began to stroke it, giving the girl renewed pleasure. He rubbed for a while; both she and he began breathing hard and getting wetter as time went on. 

Finally, Kevin had enough. He fell to his knees before the little girl and raised her clothes and pulled her panties down. He then spread her legs and bent forward and massaged her bald little pussy with his tongue.

"Ow!" She screamed. "Oh. Ow." She repeated.

And Kevin kept up his assault on her pussy. He increased the area of his ministrations to her flat little belly with a hard tongue; down to the pussy; around the belly, back and forth. She begged for mercy, but he didn't relent. Soon, he stuck his tongue into her honey pot and wiggled it around and around. She moaned and groaned and writhed on the bed. Kevin realized two dreams had come true.

Pretty soon, Christy started acting like she was about to orgasm and Kevin was ready. With a deft tongue he put it in, slowly and pulled it out fast; put it in and pulled it out. She growled. Her breathing was ragged and she almost sounded like she was choking. Kevin's hard-on reached new heights at the sounds his little girl was making.

Then he stopped. She screamed.
"Oh, don't stop! Please don't stop!"

He started again. She started breathing harder and bucking up and down, hard on the bed. She groaned. He stopped again.

"Oh, my gawd!" she pleaded. "Please don't stop!"

He waited a moment and resumed. Slowly; deliberately; in and out; around and in; and then, he let the little girl realize her first orgasm. It was powerful. Her body jolted, bucked around. He kissed her spamming cunt and sucked the juices out of it repeatedly. She bucked and writhed, moaned and groaned for what seemed to be an hour. She was breathless lying there on the bed, trying to catch her breath; moaning the while.

Kevin leaned over the girl and kissed her full on the lips. She responded by putting her arms around him and pulling him to her. She fell asleep.

Kevin undressed the sleeping girl and put a nightgown on her and kissed his sleeping beauty that had enjoyed her first orgasm at his hands. He took her clothes to the bathroom to put them in the dirty clothes hamper. He didn't, however, put her petticoat in the hamper. Instead, he sat down on the toilet and draped it across his swollen member and it soon became soaked with its love oil. He slowly and gently moved it up and down over his cock as the parchment was rough and biting. He could smell the aroma of his dear little niece as the petticoat slid over his cock. It was like she was there with him, helping him to enjoy a terrific orgasm. Slowly, back and forth, up and down the crisp material slid, causing him to jump as an orgasm grew within his loins.

Slowly and deliberately he moved the fabric of the petticoat over his penis, flexing it as it moved over his penis to an orgasm. The feelings were growing stronger. He stopped; one spasm, only; no orgasm. He continued back and forth, back and forth. He stopped; one spasm, only; no orgasm. He continued back and forth, back and forth. He stopped several times preventing his aching cock from achieving an orgasm. Finally, when the time was right and the first spasm hit, he continued pumping up and down.

"Ah", he screamed. "O gawd."

A second jolt hit his body and the tip of his cock burned like the fire from hell. Spasm after spasm shook his body. Every spasm sent an electric shock through his body. Cum spewed out of his cock, drenching the petticoat with his seed and the feeling was all but unbearable, he kept stroking the petticoat back and forth across his now satiated and burned out cock.

Weak, spent and wilted, he put the petticoat in the dirty clothes hamper; peed and turned the light out and went to bed.


Laissez les bon temps roulez  

Let the good times roll

Frenchie

-30-

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