To my fans:
You may notice a striking resemblance of the story below to a
story of the same name listed under the author "Uncle Mike". 
Actually Loliwood made an error and published my original version
under his name by mistake back in February.  Not knowing where my
story went to, I modified it slightly (different girl's name,
slightly different outcome) and resubmitted it to Loliwood.  So
now there two different versions of the same story floating
around and it makes me appear to have plagiarized the story.  I
appologize to all of you who have thought poorly of me over this.
 I hope to resolve this issue soon.
Thank you, Gentleman Jim

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Author: 	A Fantasy by Gentleman_Jim
Feedback:	fred_ziffel12@yahoo.com
Codes:		(Mg, ped, inc)

Note:  I wish to thank my friend ‘Loley’ for her editorial help
on this story.

Being Sneaky

Bambi is my sister-in-law’s 12 year old kid.  She’s not exactly
beautiful but she is exceptionally sexy… I mean perfect legs,
sweet ass, small waist, tiny but cute budding titties, and just
enough meat on her to make her not look skinny.

My sister-in-law has a fucked up sense of motherhood.  She and
her husband had to get work 160 miles away, and since her house
was next door to ours, she apparently felt comfortable leaving
her 12 year old daughter and 16 year old son, Kenny, home alone
for days or even weeks at a time.  She seemed okay with asking me
to watch after her kids while she was away.

The only problem is that I forgot to mention a couple of things
before she left; first her kids hate each other (the brother
wouldn’t call for help if he spotted his sister on fire), and
secondly, I’ve had this longing to eat her daughter since she was
about 8.  Good old Uncle Fred definitely wants to take excellent
care of little Bambi while her mom is far away for weeks at a
time.

I keep a good eye on the house.  Every night around 9 PM, Kenny
(probably assuming I don’t notice) jumps into his car and drives
quietly away, not showing up again until early the next morning…
just in time to clean up and go to school.  Well, at least he
went to school.  He’s actually a pretty smart kid—intellectually
speaking.  I assume he is shacking up with some girl whose
parents don’t much care what she’s doing either.

Since I have a key to the house, I go over and check on Bambi
every night.  Sometimes when I go in, she’s already in bed.  I go
to her bedroom, tuck her in and kiss her ‘goodnight’.  When I
find her sound asleep, I probably kiss her a little too much.

Once when I checked in, she was already sound asleep on her back.
 This kid was so out of it that she was in another reality.  My
imagination always ran wild in her presence, but tonight I
decided to take a chance and see if I could get a peek at her
cute little pussy (purely for scientific purposes you
understand).

I threw a dark green towel over her study desk lamp near the end
of her bed and turned it on.  It cast a dim glow through the
towel, and when it came on, she didn’t flinch.  I waited to make
sure she stayed asleep.  Then I lifted the covers off her and
dropped them below her feet.  She was wearing a tee shirt (which,
by the way, said ‘EAT ME’ across the front) and white
shiny-looking panties.  [So I don’t know what kind of material it
was.  It was shiny, okay?  It’s a guy thing—not to know Lycra
from HDPE.]

Her tiny breasts perked up through the material, and her panties
clearly outlined her pussy lips in the dim light.  My heart was
pounding out of my chest and my hands were trembling.  I figured
I would die of a coronary and fall right across her, but I very
carefully reached down and lifted her tee shirt up.  It was so
baggy it was easy to lift it all the way to her neck, exposing
the most beautiful set of little titties I’d ever laid eyes on
(not that I’d actually seen any 12-year-old titties before
anyway).  They stood up no more than an inch, with nipples
smaller than peas.

As I sat down to stare at her breasts, I started wondering if I
could get away with touching them.  I reached for one and
stopped.  If she woke up and caught me, it would be my last
opportunity to see all I wanted to see, so I opted instead to try
to slip off her panties and check out her little pussy.

I balanced myself and leaned partway across her, placing a hand
on either side of her hips.  I managed to get hold of the
waistband between thumbs and forefingers—pulling slowly and
steadily.  The panties started coming off.  The material was so
slick the waistband folded back inside-out and slid under her
butt cheeks relatively easily—that is, until they hung.

The first thing I saw was her pubic mound.  It was smooth and
soft-looking, and had a couple dozen wispy hairs.  I couldn’t
help it… I leaned down on one elbow and kissed her mound very
gently, then checked her face for any reaction.  She was out.  I
drew in a sniff of her precious snatch.  It was a refreshing
collage of fabric softener, pee, and that delicate musk smell of
a young pussy.

I gave her mound a lick—slowly and softly.  My dick was so hard,
it hurt.  And my heart was pounding out of my chest still.  Her
panties were, of course, hung on her butt cheeks.  I moved my
grasp lower and began to work them out from under her butt.  She
made a slight moan so I checked her face again and she still
appeared totally out of it.  I waited a little before proceeding.

Her panties finally reached her thighs.  No reaction from above…
no more moans.

The top inch of her pussy crack was now clearly visible.  I
stopped and stared at it with the wonder of a child.  After a
moment, I proceeded with her panties.  I got them the rest of the
way off and stuck them to my face.  I could still feel her warmth
and her fragrance was intoxicating.  I mean—I was sniffing
panties that I had just removed from the perfect ass of a 12 year
old girl… And I was beside myself with lust for this beautiful
creature before me.  The crotch of her panties was wet with her
pussy juice.  I licked all of it off I could; then I popped the
crotch into my mouth and sucked the remaining traces of her juice
out of them, leaving the crotch devoid of juice but soaked in my
saliva.

I got up from the side of her bed and went to the foot, where I
just stood taking in the perfection, and wishing I had my camera,
but this whole thing had been so impromptu.  Well, I did have my
cell phone on me but cell cams are such pieces of shit—she
would’ve had to have been in bright sunlight and 300 yards away
for a perfect cell pic…

Anyway, at this point, her knees were parted slightly.  I was
doing so well thus far.  I decided I would go for broke and try
to get her to spread her legs for a better look.  I started
applying a slight pressure to the inside of one knee to see if
anything would happen.  To my pleasant surprise, she moved her
leg out.  I kept up the encouragement and she spread that leg all
the way.  I suppose it felt unbalanced when she did it because
she proceeded to spread her other leg out too.  There she was now
with her calves wide apart… plenty of room for me to crawl in for
a real close look and sniff.

I carefully made my way in between her legs and got inches from
her pussy.  Her lips had parted in the process of spreading her
legs.  I could see her little clit and even up into her hole.
Then I noticed something quite interesting… her hymen was already
popped.  Hmmmm.  Bicycle accident?  Love affair with a vegetable?
 Daddy putting the old meat to his little girl?  I didn’t have a
clue, but I figured it was fortuitous for me.  If she was fucking
herself, or if someone else was fucking her, she might be more
receptive to me giving it a try someday.

Our houses were located at the end of a cul-de-sac so from time
to time I saw headlights sweep across the window.  Each time, it
left me with a sense of foreboding until I realized that any car
arriving at this house would not sweep the windows but rather
pull straight into the driveway.

For a long time I stared at her pussy then decided I couldn’t
stand it any longer.  I leaned forward and delicately stuck my
tongue into her slit—dragging it up across her clit.  I kept my
eyes glued to her face as I did it.  I withdrew my tongue and
licked a second time.  This time I heard a tiny moan emanate from
her lips.

I licked her again.  I could sense that her pussy was now getting
very wet, which of course, enticed me to lick more.  She moaned
louder and she brought her hands down and took my head between
them.  But she didn’t open her eyes.

“Oh Daddy.  That’s so good.”

‘Daddy?’ I thought.  This could help explain her undying loyalty
to her father even though he was a coconspirator in leaving her
alone for days on end.

Despite the mistaken identity, I continued to lick ever so
slowly, and she continued to moan ever so quietly.  After maybe 5
minutes, she started to quiver.  I figured she was cuming, so I
slipped my hands under her legs and held onto her hips.  She
began to jerk her ass and pull my face into her.  After a few
more gasps and moans, she clamped her flawless thighs together on
my head and moaned one last time loudly, then settled down and
dropped her hands onto her belly and her legs drifted back apart.

At this point, she opened her eyes a crack.  Seeing it was me
smiling back up at her, I expected her to freak out and maybe
kick me in the face… but she didn’t.

“Oh, hi Uncle Fred!  I’m glad it’s you.  At first, I thought it
was Daddy.  He likes to do that every time before we do it.”

I couldn’t speak.  My throat was clogged with that thick mucus
you get after committing some unspeakable act.  I cleared my
throat and tried to act nonchalant like I was supposed to be
doing this to her.

“Hi Honey.  I didn’t know about you and your dad but I’m glad to
know you're not upset about it.  I’ve wanted to do this for a
long, long time.”

I was still lying at the foot of her bed, staring into her little
ass—pussy aimed straight at me.  I gently kissed her pussy one
last time and slid off the bed.  I decided if she and her dad had
been ‘doing it’ that she would expect me to ‘do it’ next as well,
so I began to undress.  I crawled back in between her legs and
started kissing her mound.  Working my way up her tummy, I was
finally able to suck on those cute little prepubescent titties of
hers.  She continued to kind-of guide my head with her hands as I
went.

When I reached her lips she seemed eager to kiss me, yet she
didn’t really seem to know much about doing it.  Lips-to-lips
now, my prick was still inches away from her sweet little hole.

“Daddy never kisses me like this.  Thank you.”

“He doesn’t know what he's been missing, Bam.”

As I scooted up more, she threw her head back and turned it to
one side.   I bent my head down to keep our lips locked.  I
reached down and positioned my dick on her entrance.  As we
continued to kiss, I simply began to slide into her from her
over-abundance of pussy juice.  I eased into her belly so gently
it would have been imperceptible—had it not been for the fiery
warmth of her belly.  Once I was in her, I began to pump her
slowly and ever so gently.

“Ooh, Uncle Fred.  That’s so nice.  You're so gentle.”

“How could anyone be rough with a little girl?  It’s so
unthinkable to me.”

“I’m glad.  Daddy always seems to be in a hurry.”

“I’m in no hurry.  I can stay the whole night if you want.”

“Oh that would be awesome!”

After a minute of having my dick inside the belly of precocious
12-year-old, I started cuming like I never came in my entire
life.  “Oh god Bambi it feels so gooood!”

“Oh yeah, I love it!  Keep going, okay?”  I obliged and soon she
began to cum—thrusting her pelvis up against me—meeting my
strokes.

I filled her with my fluid until it ran out and down her ass
cheeks onto the bed.  After we finished, I rolled off
her—flipping her up on top of me.  We laid there with me still
buried in her for about 15 more minutes.

Each time I felt I was getting a little limp I would slowly
stroke in and out of her again.  It was like freakin heaven in
there—perfect age, perfectly illegal… how could it get better
than this?

Bambi said, “Uncle Fred?  That was the best time I’ve ever had
doing it.  Can we do it again?”

 “Absolutely, but I gotta ask you a couple of questions first.
How did you lose your virginity?”

“Oh… Uh, when I was like eight, Kenny started messing with me…
you know, playing with me with his hand and stuff… and playing
with himself too.  It was fun—I didn’t mind—at least until he
decided to stick it in me one day when Mom and Daddy were gone.
When he started putting it in me, it hurt really bad.  I thought
he was killing me—I didn’t know anything then.  So I pushed him
off me and scratched his face.  He hit me really hard,” she said
grabbing her left shoulder—massaging it, “and pinned me down, and
then he jammed it in me anyway.  He went ahead and screwed me
until he was finished—you know squirted and everything—me crying
like crazy, then he ran out to his room.”

‘Awe, that’s a crappy way to start out having sex.”

“Yeah, so when Daddy got back that weekend, I told him what Kenny
did.  He went in there and beat the crap out of him,” she pointed
at the common wall between her bedroom and Kenny’s.

“So your brother was your first time, huh?  That’s pretty kinky.
Now I know why you guys hate each other…  And your dad?”

“Well, when I was 10, Daddy came in one night while Mom was gone.
 He was like totally naked and he like got into bed with me.  I
was on my side and he hugged me up from behind. He held me a long
time and he kept tugging on my panties until I took them off for
him.  Then he just pushed it in me from back there.  It didn’t
hurt that time… it felt really big but I knew Daddy wouldn’t hurt
me like Kenny did.  I liked it because he was gentle like you.”

“You were only 10?  Holy crap!  Has your dad ever screwed you
again since then?”

“Oh yeah.  Every few days when Mom goes to see Aunt Lucy, and
Kenny’s out on a date with his bitch of a girlfriend, Daddy comes
in.  But I like it…  And he buys me lots of stuff too.”

“That means you’ve already had sex like a hundred times!”

“Yeah, but this time with you was the best ever… really!  Can you
do it again?”

“Sure!  Does your dad always do it from behind?”

“No.  He always gets on top of me like you did.”

“You want to try something new?  Do you know what ‘dog style’
is?”

“Ooooh!  Uncle Fred, you know we don’t have a dog.”

“No, no.  You don’t have to do it WITH a dog; you just do it like
dogs do it.  You get on all-fours and I get behind you on my
knees.  Want to try it?”

“Sure! Why not?  Can we do it right now?  Then will you eat me
again?”

“That explains the tee shirt…  Bambi, I will happily eat your
pussy 10 times a day if you want!  Here—I tell you what.  How
about I eat you again now, and then we can do it ‘dog style’… And
then I’ll eat you again after that, OK?”

“Uncle Fred, I think you and I are going to be BEST friends!”

“You read my mind.”

“Hey, you know?  You come over every night to check on me anyway
so it’s like not even out of your way!”

“Stop talking and pretend you’re asleep again!”

*****

It’s been some time now since our encounters began but there’s
one image that’s burned into my memory forever—her on her elbows
and knees, me holding onto her tiny waist, with my dick buried
all the way her.  If you’ve never experienced this vision
personally, you haven’t lived yet.



  
Being Sneaky