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Moving Day
   By
   PlanetDweller
   (Mg, tease)

   "Thanks for helping Aunt Sue out today, Uncle Nick" precious and
precocious little nine- year-old Annaston called not Anna nor Annie but
Stan instead said to me her Uncle Nick even though I was no more her uncle
than Aunt Sue was her aunt, Sue being Karen's, Stan's mother's best friend
and I the boyfriend of Sue.
   "Sure thing, Honey, you know Aunt Sue and I are close friends" my tall
frame reaching high on the shelves in the closet, handing Stan the crammed
back and forgotten miscellany of bits of Sue's past shoved into the most
unreachable top-shelf areas of the walk-in closet of her old apartment soon
to be abandoned into distant memory.
   "I thought you and Aunt Sue used to be married?" her perky and smiling
and happy nature bright as she carefully packed away Sue's old jewelry
boxes and photos of "her president" Al Gore that showed her side by side
with him at a campaign function and old snow eggs and framed photos of sad
members of her family I didn't recognize.
   "Uh-uh, no, Aunt Sue and I, we're, uh . . ."
   "Boyfriend and girlfriend?" her smile lipsticked with old Max Factor
that Sue had given her along with a couple of other bag fulls of old makeup
she no longer wanted but knew her nine-year-old "niece" would enjoy.
   "Well, I don't know if you'd call us that, Honey."
         I mean, how do you explain the concept of
"FWB/Friends With Benefits" slash "fuckbuddies only" to a little girl?
   "I know you and Aunt Sue kiss, I've seen you, doesn't that make you
boyfriend and girlfriend?" she sitting on the edge of Sue's bed, carefully
packing a couple of small artsy ceramic sculptures into another tall box,
wrapping them with some of Sue's old sweatshirts to help protect them.
   "Well, kinda does, kinda doesn't, Sweety" my carefully pulling a heavy
old cardboard box down and peeking inside to make sure it didn't contain
anything too adult or embarrassing before handing it to Stan "Aunt Sue has
other friends who are boys and I have other friends who are girls, so that
means she and I are good friends, but not boyfriend and girlfriend, make
sense?" she now right beside me so close that my hand accidentally brushed
against her prepubescent flat chest as I handed her the box full of old
seashells before she leaned into me even more for a second, catching me
completely off guard as she did.
   "Yeah, I have a friend who's a boy I kiss and he kisses me back and I
let him feel my boobies too" and with that she pulled up her terrycloth top
and showed me the nubs on her chest as flat as any nine-year-old boys "do
you feel Aunt Sue's boobies, Uncle Nick?"
         Stan, Annaston was always an unusually
bright and mature young girl for her age but this was unexpected.  Not like
I was turned on by the sight of her chest flatter than my bank account
before my once-a-month payday.  Far from it.  Not turned off, not turned
on.
   "Please put your top down, Stan, and what your Aunt Sue and I do is our
business, we're adults" and with that I reached forward and pulled her top
down myself before Sue might walk in and see something that would
definitely be hard to explain if it was completely innocent.
   "Oh please Uncle Nick, Mom's had the birds and the bees talk with me
already, I know what men and women do" as she not only pulled her top up
but took it completely off and walked me back into the back of the walk-in
closet, I gracefully retreating as best I could, she four-nine and me
six-five and her actions backing me up from fear.
   "That's good that your mother has, Stan, so then you understand that
what men and women do in private stays private" as my hands gently pushed
against her shoulders to prevent her from coming any closer to me.  She was
such a sweety, such an innocent little girl normally, this was totally
unexpected and unwanted.
   "My boyfriend also touches my tweety and I touch his wee-wee too, Uncle
Nick, we both like it; I even suck his and he licks mine too sometimes;
would you like to touch my boobies, Uncle Nick, or my tweety?" she pushing
past my now-token-only resistance at the back of the closet, I mean I am
two-twenty and she's eighty if that soaking wet, she hugging me close.
   "You're a very sweet young girl, Stan, and you know I love you."
   "I love you too Uncle Nick" my arms now embracing her as she hugged me
tightly and I kissed the top her head.
   "But you're too young to be my girlfriend" my hug now relaxing for a
moment as we held each other.
   "Why?" her eyes looking skyward up to meet mine.
   "Because you are, and that's the way things are.  Tell you what; in
seven years, when you turn sixteen, if you still want your old Uncle Nick
to touch your boobies and tweety and you touch his wee-wee and trade sucks
and licks with him then, we will, okay?"
   "Really?" her eyes bright with anticipation "why not now?"
   "Because; because we can't.  Tell you what; anytime you have any
questions about boys and kissing and licks and sucks and stuff, you can
always ask me, I am your old Uncle Nick after all" I scooting past and
making my way to the bed, picking up her top from the floor as I did,
patting the edge of the bed to bade her sit beside me.
   "Cool, thanks, Uncle Nick!" her face now brighter "but why can't we kiss
now, why won't you touch my boobies?  I want you too" she rubbing her
little nubs at me inches away.
   "Because it would be simply wrong to do."
   "Don't you want to, Uncle Nick?" her smile now a frown, dejection coming
on strong.
         What could I say?  No, I didn't want to.
Never had a single desire to do a single thing with anyone under
twenty-one, didn't have such a desire now.
   "C'mere, Honeybunch" as the sound of the front door in Sue's old
apartment either opened or closed, couldn't tell which, shit, had forgotten
for a moment she was even here "you'll always be my special girl, you know
that" my hug of her sincere, my kissing her forehead and cheek as sweet as
I could make them "we just need to wait until you're older is all, okay?"
my hands pulling her top back on over her head and not a moment too soon.
   "Okay" she half-smiled half-frowned as Stan's mother's best friend, my
fuckbuddy Sue wandered in the bedroom.
   "What you two talking about?" Sue peeking into the boxes we had just
gotten through packing together.
   "Oh, things."
   "What things?" her eyebrows rising and furrowing a little.
   "Things like how Aunt Sue ever managed to fit into a top this tiny" I
holding up an old sweater about four sizes smaller than Sue was now,
obviously from years ago before Sue had gained some weight because of her
Type Two adult-onset diabetes, Stan going from a giggle to a laugh in five
seconds flat at Sue's reaction to my attempted humor.
   "Oh, you two, c'mere" she hugging her faux niece with her left arm and
me with her right, pulling us both close to her, nice.

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