                 Camping With Bailey (Part1) by J. D. Bailey
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                   Story Codes (Mg12, 1st, inc, piv, con, story)
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"This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011.  Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you."
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    Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction, and is about an incestuous relationship between a 12 year old girl and her Uncle. If you are offended by stories of this type, with graphic descriptions of incestuous sex, please stop here. Any similarity between the characters herein and any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. No animals were harmed during the writing of this story. Enjoy! "JDB"
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                                     (1)
    
    I was taking a week off to go camping and my older sister called to ask a favor. Would I mind taking one of her kids with me? She and her husband were having problems, money was tight, and they needed some alone time. I asked which kid, 'cause they had 3, all girls. She suggested I take Bailey along, as the other two already had found places to go for a few days. I said sure.
    
    Bailey was 11 then and she is 17 now. This story took place in 2005 and I was 28 then. We always got along well, and she was always a real cutie, both in looks and playfulness. I picked her up, told my sis where we'd be, and we left. Bailey was excited and kept thanking me over and over for bringing her. I kept repeating that it was no prob, my pleasure, blah blah blah. And I didn't mind at all. And that was the sincere truth.
    
    I had been secretly waiting for an opportunity like this to get some alone time with Bailey after a night the previous winter when I had been sitting for them. All of us were in the family room watching zombie movies. I was sort of reclined on the sofa, Bailey was in the 'big' chair, Kailah was sprawled out on the loveseat, and the oldest, Heather, was on the floor. All of us were covered by blankets. Kailah fell asleep and I carried her to her room and put her to to bed. When I got back to the family room Heather announced she was bored and asked if she could go upstairs and use the computer. (The kids were allowed only so much time on the computer, but I never timed them. I told her fine, go ahead, have fun.) As soon as Heather left, Bailey got on the sofa with me, in my lap, as I was stretched out lengthwise. She covered us with the blanket, settled in and sighed as the movie got intense.

    When the movie ended I asked her if she wanted to watch another and she shook her head 'no'. Then she turned a bit and wrapped her slender arms around my chest and put her head on my shoulder. "I just wanna hold you like this, Unka", she told me in a soft voice. I sighed and my dick twitched and swelled a bit. Bailey must have felt it as it pulsated against her, but she never indicated either way, she just rested on me, sort of caressing my neck, her warm breath there felt good, too. I really needed to get up and piss, so I asked her to make room for me to do so. As I stood, she reached out and her fingertips lightly brushed the throbbing bulge in my jeans.
    
    My mind was whirling as I drained the vein. Could this really be happening? I would certainly find out, as I decided I'd press the issue a bit. Back in the family room, I tossed a log into the wood-stove and dimmed the light a bit. We settled back in on the couch. Bailey had put in a Tom Hanks movie, and as she leaned back against me, I put my hand on her flat belly where it was exposed above her jeans and t-shirt. I rested my other hand on her thigh. Bailey put a hand on mine, the one on her belly, and I lightly kissed her neck. She sighed and squeezed my hand. I moved my hand up, under her shirt and found no bra. A second later I was touching one of her small boobs. Her nipples were puffy and hard, and my touch sent gooseflesh out on her skin. She shivered and sort of giggled.    
    
    I was about to move my other hand into the waistband of her jeans when I heard Heather plodding down the stairs. She poked her head into the room and announced she was getting a snack. Cooled by the intrusion, we watched the movie and I didn't touch her again. Bailey fell asleep on me and I carried her to her room, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead. She smiled. I poked my head into the computer cubby and told Heather I that was going to bed and I'd see her in the morning. (I was sitting them the entire weekend, and this was Friday night. My sis was due home Sunday night. I saw that this was shaping up to be an odd and interesting weekend).

   There was no to be more chances over that weekend to see just how far things might go with Bailey, but the next afternoon, as I passed by the room shared by Bailey and Heather, I heard the girls whispering in discussion. The door was open a few inches so I stopped and listened. Heather was asking Bailey "So...? Did you... um... do it?". Bailey whispered that she didn't, but maybe later that night if she could manage it. Heather giggled. "I always knew you were his favorite," she said to Bailey. I left, my mind reeling, thoughts and improbable visions of sex with my pretty little niece. Incestuous sex. Forbidden fruit. Jesus, I was hard put all day to hide my raging hard on. I ducked into the bathroom three times that afternoon just to jerk off, to try and rid my mind of whatever seed my niece had planted there.
    Nothing happened that night, though, and I admit that I was relieved, although the sexual tension between Bailey and I was heavy. Shit, yeah, it was flattering as all hell to think that my 11 year old niece wanted me, and that I might want her, too. But if the opportunity really came about, would I really let it play out? I decided then that, given the chance I would, but it would only be in response to her gambit. So, aside from a few times over my sister's for a random supper or to watch some baseball on t.v., there was no other contact.   
    
    Until the camping trip. 

    We set up near the river in a secluded site I knew of. She had her own tent, a small 4-man dome, and I had my EMS ultralight 2 man tent. Since hers was bigger, she got to store the cooler and other assorted gear. I cleaned out the fire-pit and she scrounged for wood. I set the huge 2-man hammock up, put a tarp overtop it, set out the torches around the campsite. I suggested we go to the river and swim. I was going to fish, maybe get a trout or two to cook over the coals.
    
    We went down the trail that led to the river, rod and tackle box in one hand, and Bailey's hand in my other. She initiated that, and I did not consider her taking my hand part of any seduction she may have planned. It felt okay to me, and we talked of the fish I might catch, the possibility of seeing deer or other woodland critters. In a few minutes we were at river's edge, and there was a flattish rock, worn smooth, that looked like the shell of a huge turtle. I went there and rigged my gear and she removed her t-shirt and shorts to reveal her incredibly lovely body in a very small bikini.

    The blood went from my head right to my dick and my knees literally wobbled. She was putting a tie in her hair, her back toward me, and her silhouette was amazing, her pose demurely provocative. She was all smooth curves, no sharp angles about her anywhere. Her legs were long and well toned, her soft tummy smooth and sweet looking, and her mound... my, oh my, it was packed into her bikini bottoms so tight, and it was puffy. Her breasts had grown a little since that night the previous winter and were now a small handful and her nipples were pushing hard at the tiny triangles of her top. She caught me staring and we both blushed.

    I put on my sunglasses and cast toward the other bank. I was going cross-eyed trying to look simultaneously at my line and also at Bailey on her towel, legs slightly apart, arms out at her side and her nipples pointed at the sky like two miniature spacecraft ready for lift-off. I felt a tug on my line and responded to it. A short fight and about two minutes later I landed a good eight-inch brook trout. I gutted and cleaned it right there, bagged the flesh and re-baited my hook. Bailey had applauded my triumphant win as I landed the fish, which had me blushing like a kid all over again.

    I caught one more decent brookie, and a big perch that looked like good eating, too, then decided to swim. I took off my t-shirt and dove in. Bailey followed me a few seconds later and from that moment it was on. She was all over me, trying to dunk me, splashing water right at me, giggling and laughing the whole time. I splashed her back, tackled her a couple of times. We frolicked in the river for maybe an hour, then we got out and dried under the sun sitting side by side on her towel.

    Bailey rested her head on my shoulder and told me she was having a lot of fun so far. Then she took my hand in hers and lifted it to her mouth. She kissed my palm softly. I swallowed and shuddered. My niece, the nymphette. I took her hand and tenderly kissed her palm. We both trembled a little then, and our eyes met. I saw the smoldering deep in hers, and I know what she saw in mine. The next moment our lips met and we awkwardly embraced. I lowered her to the towel and leaned over her, still kissing and I slid my tongue into her mouth. She followed my lead and our mouths fused tighter, our tongues danced in a ritual older than spoken language. Our silent conversation went on for an unknown time, but all we did was kiss, for it seemed that right then it was all we needed to do.


    After a time, I stood and stretched. We had been there a good four hours, and it was time to go back to camp. Hand in hand we walked back, Bailey told me she had the best afternoon and she thanked me again. I squeezed her hand and stopped, turned and looked into her pretty hazel eyes. I touched her cheek and told her that she was very welcome. Back at camp she changed clothes in her tent, me in mine, and I got a fire going. I knew she liked fish, and I asked her to get a few things from the cooler so I could get supper ready.
We ate a meal fit for a king... corn on the cob, fish with lemon and dill with butter, heated rolls, cold iced tea, and strawberry shortcake to finish it all off.

    I lit the torches and was glad for the light breeze that came up as the sun dipped over the hills. The breeze would keep the bugs away, and the torches would help, but they'd also keep a wandering raccoon and other little woodland critters away, too. I stood, belched like the pig I am, and took her hands in mine. We ended up in the hammock, cuddling and kissing like goofy kids. We both wore cut-off shorts and t-shirts, and I was waiting to see if she'd move from making out to petting on her own or would I need to direct further action. A moment later and the issue was solved when she took one of my hands and put it inside her shirt.
 
    The instant my hand touched her soft, warm belly, I was lost, but I thought that if I was going to take her virginity, it was not going to be in a hammock. I kissed Bailey on her sweet, pouty lips. I suggested we go inside as a cool edge had come into the breeze. 

    We were in her tent and I noticed a little bit of sunburn on her shoulders and upper back. The upper part of her chest was red, too. I reached into the cooler and got out the aloe gel. She was padding the floor of the tent with what had to be three blankets and all her dry clothes. "So I like a soft floor!" she said when I looked at her with raised eyebrows. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. She unrolled sleeping bag atop her padded floor. I suggested that she refrain from sticking her tongue out at me unless she planned on using it. She muttered something I didn't catch. "What was that, Bailey?" I asked.

    She blushed and giggled. "I said that I just might have a plan for using my tongue." Then she grinned at me. "So there!" 

    Oh, my...

    I got her to sit in front of me, facing away. I pulled her top up and over her head and tossed it aside. She wore no bra or bikini top. I swallowed hard and with a slight tremble in my hand I started on her shoulders and massaged the gel gently into the mild burns and she sighed and relaxed. I did her back, placing tender little kisses on her exposed neck as I massaged and caressed her shoulders. Her soft sighs became moans, and I moved both hands to her front and cupped a little titty in each hand. She sort of squealed, but leaned back onto me as I massaged her small, firm boobs, toyed with her hard nipples. I massaged more aloe onto the red area at the top of those sweet little titties, and she sighed with pleasure both from relief and with desire. I moved a hand to rest just above her mound and this made her sort of purr and moan at the same time. I sat her up again and rolled onto my stomach. "My turn," I said.
 
    Bailey took the gel and straddled my waist as she rubbed the gel onto my reddened shoulders and upper back. Her soft inner thighs against my skin felt so good, like the finest silk ever made, almost liquid, and when she moved it was exquisite torture. I imagined touching her there, kissing her there...

    I also felt the moist warmth of her pussy on my back as she gently applied the soothing gel. My imagination was running full tilt, my hard-on pressed against my lower belly, and I realized this night was going to be something very special and memorable for both of us.
 
    Her hands caressed mt tenderly and I noticed the daylight was totally gone and there was no moonlight. I wondered if clouds had moved in and I was answered by a distant mutter of thunder in the west. I noticed the sound of the freshening wind in the trees and hoped the storm was short lived or would by-pass us altogether. A louder roll of thunder echoed in the distance and Bailey stopped rubbing my shoulder. "What? Is that thunder?"

    I told her it was but we were perfectly safe. I rolled over and looked up at my lovely Bailey. She was still straddling me. I saw those sweet little titties for the first time and sighed. "Oh, Bailey," I said, "your titties are so nice." I took one in each hand and gently squeezed and my thumbs pressed on her nipples. I looked deep into those lovely hazel eyes and told her that this was going to be a night she will love remembering all her life. She grinned and moved her hips lower until her puffy mound, covered in a pair of cute little blue panties was directly over my rock hard cock. 

    Oh, I was ready, friends, and she was too, for the moment she felt my rod under her she pressed downward as hard as she could and I pressed upward until my cock was between her slit like a brat in a bun. My sweet Bailey grabbed at the waistband of my shorts and I took hold of hers. I pulled hers off as far as I could and she got them all the way off her slender body. Then she pulled my shorts off me and my woody was standing at attention ready for inspection. "Can I touch it?" she asked.

    I nodded. "You sure can, Bailey." I ran my hand through her long, silky hair. "I wish you would," I added. She laid beside me and traced my cock with a finger, really exploring it. I rubbed her back and shoulders with the palm of my hand as she toyed with my bobbing woody. I am not overly endowed, but I have never had a woman complain or speak of any short-comings there, either. Bailey wrapped her hand around it about halfway up the shaft and I made it flex. She jumped and gasped, then uttered a nervous little giggle. I chuckled and winked at her.
 
    "It's like it's alive," she said, eyes wide. She licked her lips and began to stroke it, clumsily at first, holding it too tightly, and I whispered suggestions to help her. She hummed softly to herself as she continued to play with me. I suggested that she pay attention to my balls as well, that she could cup them, or one of them at a time, roll them around, whatever. Soon her other hand was on my sack, feeling it, grasping it then letting it go. Pre-cum was dripping from my pee-hole and I wanted to come so badly. I asked her to stroke me good, and got her started. I wanted her to gobble me up and suck me, but that was for later.
    Soon I was ready to blow and I was moaning and bucking. "I'm gunna cum," I gasped. "Don't stop, Bailey...please don't stop!" She went at me furiously, the tip of her tongue poked from between her lips, brow furrowed in concentration. She had to have felt my cum as it raced up the vein for she uttered a squeak of surprise as my hot goo spurted up and all over as she kept pumping me. It was raining thick gobs and ropes of my sperm all over and we were laughing an moaning. She stopped as the load slowed, then became a trickle. It was in her hair, on her hands, on my chest..everywhere. We were quiet for a few minutes then, catching our breath, we smiled at each other. I reached for a towel and started to clean her up when a sudden bright flash lit the night and filled the tent with a purplish glow. The thunder came a second later along with the patter of fat raindrops on the tent fly. Bailey literally dove into my arms and held me tightly. "I hate lightning," she said to my left nipple.
    I hugged her to me and for the duration until the thunder and lightning were further off, less threatening. As this squall passed I laid her on her back in her little nest and kissed her, caressed her arms and massaged her lovely little titties again. I kissed her tits, sucking on her nipples, biting and pulling on them, giving her the entire pleasure/pain thing, never letting either one get too far. I kissed those sweet little globes and caressed her face in the flickering darkness. I kissed her hairless armpits and trailed my tongue on the underside of her tits. I kissed my way to her belly button and my hands took over the worship of her titties. I tongued her navel and kissed all around it. I felt her squirming under me. I moved and knelt between her lovely legs and bowed over her belly pressing my waldo against her mound again, this time without out underwear between us.
    Oh, the temptation to slide it into her right then and there was incredible, but I couldn't risk hurting her in any way, so I pulled my body lower and got comfortable between her legs. I licked and stroked the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs. So soft, so supple... I tenderly kissed her puffy mound, hairless and smooth, except for the soft downy hair which was nearly invisible. I traced her outer lips again with my fingers. I blew softly onto her slit. Then I placed my tongue in her slit, finding her to be very wet, and she smelled and tasted wonderful. I pulled her tender lips apart with my fingers and licked up and down and then inside her as far as my tongue would go. Bailey moaned and gasped, her lower body squirmed as I continued with the ultimate kiss. 
    Bailey placed a hand on my head and whispered to me how good it felt, that she never thought it would be this good. I smiled at her and winked. Then I continued to lick at the sweet pink of her inner slit, taking my time, enjoying her flavor, enjoying the awesome feeling of her soft inner thighs on my arms and shoulders. I slid a finger into her, and she was tighter than any other I'd ever had before, but time and patience would take care of that. I fingered her slowly, letting her feel each motion as I made it, and I kept licking her and kissing her tasty mound. I licked my way to her hooded little clit and kissed her there and she jumped and gasped. "Oooohahhhhhmmmnnyeah," was the sound she made, and it delighted me to bring her pleasure that she'd never had before.
    I kissed her clitty and coaxed the little bud from its hiding place and painted it with the full surface of my tongue while sliding another finger into her still tight hole. Her entire body jerked as I worked her clit, so I sped things up here, ravashing her clit with tongue and finger and moving my fingers in and out of her faster. I kept on increasing the pace until Bailey was moaning louder and louder and the muscles in her thighs and lower belly were starting to twitch. "Feels so good, Unka...ooh... so good."
    Her scent was muskier, and she was getting wetter by the second and I kept at her. I sucked on her clit and tried another finger inside her, but she was still a tad tight for that. She was getting close to a climax and it wasn't long until her body was writhing on the blankets and we were both sweating and making sex-sounds at each other. Her orgasm was building up in her and it was like waves on the water, each none more intense than the one before it. 
    When Bailey began keening I sucked on her clit as hard as I could and lashed it with my tongue and in a series of arches and cries of pleasure Bailey came, and came again and again for the next few minutes until she could literally come no more. She flooded my face with her sweet nectar and suddenly she was still. She had passed out from the intensity. I toweled off a bit and toweled her, too. In a minute she opened her eyes. I took her hand and smiled at her. She returned the smile and simply mouthed the word: "Wow!"
    I lay next to her and we cuddled a bit. "That was amazing," she whispered wearily. I suggested we get some sleep and she barely nodded before her eyes were closed, but she fell asleep with a gorgeous smile that I will never forget.

    We fished again and frolicked in the water, then went back and put our campsite back in order. We retired to her tent for an afternoon siesta and we cuddled together, naked, our hands idly exploring each other as she asked me questions about sex and love, and I did my best to answer her. I was hard as a rock, had been most of the day, and I asked Bailey if she might be willing to give me a blow job. She nodded but admitted to never having done that with anyone. In fact she had never done anything with anyone until me.
    To be fair I wanted nothing more than to have my precious Bailey go down on me and have at it, but we had all kinds of time and I loved laying there with her, her naked body halfway on mine, our chests touching. I was nearly getting off on just the scent of her hair, her young body odor was strong but not offensive to me. The sexual tension of the day before, perhaps even of the months before, was still there but now it had a slightly reduced tinge of urgency. I know that I had done right by her so far in our little sex-capade, and I had no regrets, that's for sure.
    I verbally walked her through a good blow job, when and how hard to suck, when to use teeth and how to use just enough and not too much. All the while she was toying with my waldo, touching the parts as I explained them, head, glans, etc., I added that to be really good at it, never forget the balls. She giggled and nodded. "The most important thing, Bailey, is to relax your throat muscles and you'll eventually be able to take a whole cock all the way in."
    I was twirling some of her hair around my fingers and she climbed onto my body and lay there, my cock inches from her pussy. Her legs were on mine, and her toes just about touched mine, almost, but for a few inches. Her head was on my shoulder. I grabbed her firm butt, a sweet, firm orb in each hand, and started a massage. Bailey sighed. "I like that," she purred. She kissed my right nipple and licked it, and I told her that I liked what she was doing, too. She kissed it again and used her hand on my other, as I did for her the night before. I had never had a lover pay as much attention to my nips before and the sensation was more than I'd ever felt there. It was exquisite! Little shocks went straight to my waldo as she tweaked and sucked and I swear my dick got even harder with every little zap. 
    I was moaning and my hands were deep between her butt-cheeks. I could feel the heat of her virgin pussy pulsing just inches away, felt the moistness, the sparse, downy hair that would one day soon give way to real pubies. I groaned and tried to thrust my cock closer to her mound, which was pressed against my lower belly only inches from the head. So close, but it could also have been on Pluto, too. Bailey giggled and held firm, so I relaxed a bit and I took my left hand, brought to my mouth and got it good and wet with some spit. I put it back between her ass-cheeks and found her puckered little backdoor. I touched it gently and she gasped. Her legs opened a little and I probed the tight hole with just enough pressure to let my finger get inside.
    Bailey moaned and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was fixing to finger her asshole and she shuddered. I told her I'd stop if she wanted. "No," she said. "Keep going. I was just surprised, is all. It feels good." So I put more pressure on her there and got inside even more, and from the way her breath hitched I think there was a little pain, so I stopped and let her relax. She was writhing on me, purring and moaning as I pushed into her more with my finger, then as I gently pulled it back, twisting and turning it carefully, slowly. I got into a slow and steady rhythm and Bailey began grinding her pussy on me. "Rub against my cock," I told her and she slid down a little until her mound was wrapped around my cock-head, and she ground against me there. She yelped and groaned as her thrusts brought her little clit into contact with my hard cock and as my finger in her tight asshole moved in and out of her. Except for my finger Bailey was doing all the work and I admired her for it, I loved her willingness to go along with whatever came to my piggy male libidinous mind. It didn't take long and she was moving faster and thrusting harder and my cock nearly entered her tight pussy a few times, so I began thrusting in time with her, holding her wonderful body against me. I stopped fingering her butt and held onto her as she guided both of us closer to cumming. She started panting and growling, mewling and purring, and I was ready to blow, but I forced her to slow down. I took my cock in hand and pressed it against her pussy and I whispered to her to push slowly against it, to relax her hole and push...
    Bailey looked up at me and she looked drugged, but she smiled and it was a pretty smile, full of pleasure and love. I leaned forward and we kissed, just with our lips as she rested with the tip of my dick just inside her. I pulled away and pressed against her and she pressed against me and the head of my cock was nearly all the way inside Bailey's tight vagina. I leaned forward again and we kissed, adding a little tongue to it, and again, as I leaned back and pressed at her, she pressed back at me and my cock-head was now inside her and she bit her lower lip and made a small hissing sound. 
    "Pain?" I asked. She nodded, and said it was only there for a second and it was fine now. We replayed our motions and in a little while I felt resistance, which was her hymen. I told her what it was and she nodded and bit her lower lip again. I gave it a good push and felt it let go. Bailey winced and cried out in pain. Tears welled in her eyes and she seemed scared. We were motionless for a moment, holding each other tight. I comforted her as best as I could, explaining the that was the worst of it, that from now on she would not feel pain. I lay back and when she was ready, she began moving again. A few more mutual thrusts and I was all the way inside her, totally, and she was so incredibly tight, tightest I'd ever had before, even other virgins, and it was awesome! I let Bailey start the ride, slowly, of course, then faster as she got used to me being inside her. She was upright now, astride me, and as she pulled up she'd lean forward and we'd kiss. I has a sweet little titlet in each hand and I squeezed and massaged them as she rode me. I reached for her clit and started to rub it as she rode me and I could tell she liked that as she picked up the pace and aimed for the finish line. 
    I encouraged her by groaning out in mutual pleasure, crying out each time she thrust downward and all that vise-like velvety pussy was grabbing at me and milking me. We were wetter than imaginable and the sounds made me even hornier that I already was and I felt that I was going to cum any second. I felt her body begin to vibrate, more and more, then faster and faster until those waves were crashing hard in her and she shrieked out in pleasure as she came, and she shrieked and cried out with every hard wave. I came along with her, yelping and moaning as we came nearly in perfect time with each other. I shot my hot load deep into her pussy, and it seemed as if I  must have sent a gallon of my goo into her as she wound down and collapsed beside me, her sweaty chest heaving, her body twitching a bit from the aftershock. I was breathless and lay beside her, my cock pulsing as the trickle of cum slowed and finally stopped.
    We fell asleep in each others arms, and when I woke, Bailey was not there, but I heard her outside. I called to her and she replied with a very happy sounding, "Unka! You're up! Come see what I did!" She sounded pleased, so I pulled on my trunks and stepped out into the campsite. She had gathered firewood, filled the fire cans, refilled the torches, hung a clothesline and put our wet things out to dry. She stood in the middle of it all, hands on her waist, very proud look on her face. She had on a t-shirt that showed her belly and a pair of cut-offs that I'm not sure that even Daisy Duke would wear they were so modest. Looked fine to me, tho.
    I went to her and told her it all looked great and thanked her. She beamed. She apparently also took a bath in the river as her hair smelled freshly washed and her body glowed from being freshly washed, too. "Your turn," she told me, pointing out a towel and soap, shampoo and my razor laid out on the portable picnic table. "Go wash up, Unka, and I'll get an early supper ready for us." I complied and after a brief but thorough kiss I went to perform my necessary ablutions. 
    When I returned she had food on the table, coffee water cooking, and a pair of camp-chairs under an umbrella set up over them. She'd been a whirlwind of activity, and I was quite impressed. "So, Bailey," I said, "this looks great!" Her response was a glowing smile that  melted my heart. I beckoned her over to sit next to me, and I talked to her of the importance of keeping our sexual activities an absolute secret from everyone. Seriously: no one could know. She agreed and I trusted that. Then asked her if she felt okay, if she wasn't too sore around her pussy. She said she was little sore, but not too bad. She shivered and smiled. "Besides," she said, "it felt too good to hurt!" There was one more thing I needed to ask, and I was glad when she answered, "No, Unka, not yet." I was relieved, but I made a silent vow to use a condom with her from now on. For all practical purposes and also to get her into the habit.
    We chatted about a lot of different things and the shadows were becoming longer so my sweet little lover decided we'd better eat. I went to the table and sat and she got dinner out of the fire and cooler. Salad, sweet rolls, and from the fire two bulging foil packets, which were filled with onion, green peppers, slied potato and nicely seasoned, perfectly cooked chunks of pork loin. She poured my coffee and sat opposite me and watched me carefully as I ate. It was all delicious and I let her know it. Dessert was for later she explained. "We'll make s'mores." 
    I was fine with that.

    After I cleaned up the dinner remains and such, we decided to stroll to the river and relax a bit. The river ran golden with the fading day, and we sat on the rock we named "Ol' Turtleback". We sat side by side, bodies touching listening to the river and the birds calling the end of day out to each other. A trout jumped and I sighed and put my arm around Bailey's shoulder. She sighed and snuggled closer. "I wish we could stay her forever, Unka, just you and me." I agreed that it was a nice sentiment but it could never really happen. I know,"she said, "But it only a wish..."
    I sighed and turned to kiss her and we made out on Ol' Turtleback until the dun was gone and the moon was beginning to paint the world with it's ethereal silvery glow. We strolled back to camp and I sat in my chair while Bailey got the s'mores going. She was a wonder, and I felt a pang of regret that her wish could never obtain. I'd like her wish to come true myself, truth be told. I never really thought that I'd enjoy her company so much, didn't think I'd enjoy our talks as much as I did; she was a bright kid! Ah, but some things just can't happen and that is that.
    Once the dessert was over-done-gone and we languished will bellies full of sweet stuff, the fire banked to crackling coals and the torches flicking in the dark, I was at peace with everything, and that was a moment I will never forget. Right then I had no regrets, no expectations, and no reservations about the future. I had a beautiful girl sitting next to me, and Bailey was so beautiful in the firelight. She'd never be a fashion model, but her beauty was more from within, and she radiated it rather than reflected it. This girl would lead, never follow, succeed where others failed. I saw all this, and knew its truth sure as I know my own name. I leaned back to watch the stars, and sighed. Yeah, I was at peace. 
    I felt Bailey tugging at my shorts and looked down. She was staring at me with that sweet smile and I new what she was going to do. I was not going to stop her. She certainly had paid attention hen I described the workings of a blow job, because she went at it nearly perfectly for the first time with new information. I let her go, did not try to guide her or mess up her rhythm, and she was so good. She tried to take me all the way in on every stroke, and it was awesome what she did with her tongue. One hand caressed my balls, the other pumped me on the upstroke. Se worked on me for about ten minutes before I felt that I was ready to cum, and she knew it was nearing by the way I breathed and moved my legs. She tightened up on all her motions and went at me with deliberate force. I was deep in her throat and I exploded like a gusher, and she tried to take all my goo, but it was an impossible task. But she got a good portion of it and i was impressed!
    I was utterly wasted from that great head session Bailey gave me. But my ears were ringing and my vision was unsteady..yeah, a mind blower if ever. So I sat there awhile as Bailey cleaned herself off and came to sit in the chair next to me. I took her hand and smiled at her. "That was so the best ever," I told her. "Incredible!" 
    Bailey blushed and smiled, her hazel eyes twinkling. I stood and stretched to the stars, yawning loudly. "Let's turn in, Bailey," I suggested. "Been a long day, eh?" She agreed and we went to her tent. It was quiet, and the sounds of the forest were soothing. I pulled off my t-shirt and lay on the nest, Bailey laid down alongside me, arm over my chest. "I am having a wonderful time, Unka," she said in a soft, sweet voice. "And today was great. I love the river, our special place on Ol' Turtleback..." She sighed. She was tired, too, and I was glad for that as I didn't think that we ought to fool around tonight. She was still sore, and it is always good to not let sex be the single most important thing in any relationship. I was content to fantasize on the things we might do together this night, but we needed rest. I sighed. "Good night, Bailey. Love you, kiddo."
    Bailey shifted and murmured something soft in return.

    I woke to see Bailey leaning over me, smiling, Her hair was all mussed up, her eyes were still full of sleep and puffy. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. I smiled. "Back at ya," I replied. "Been awake long?" 
    She giggled. "Nope! Just a minute or so. You woke me up."
    "I did?" I asked. "I was asleep myself. How could I possibly wake you?"
    "You farted!" she exclaimed. "It was so loud it woke me!" She sniffed the air. "Still stinks, too! Yuck!"
    I laughed. "Oh, well," I said. "Feel like taking a hike up the top of Kain's  Hill today? It's an easy walk and the view form the fire tower there is outstanding!"
    Bailey liked the idea, so that is what we did. Later that night, after a great meal and a sort of lame scary tale at the fire, I asked Bailey if she'd ever smoked pot. I know her parents do, and I know that her sister, Heather, has on certain occasions. Bailey had never smoked it, and, with her eyes all big and round, asked me if I did. I told her I did smoke it from time to time, not all the time, and I was thinking of getting a little high before hitting the tent. "And you are welcome to join me." She agreed to try it so I packed a bowl. I went to the hammock and let Bailey up, then myself. We were side by side and comfy when I lit the pipe. I took a hit waited two seconds, then exhaled. I explained to Bailey that most people think they have to fill their lungs all the way up and hold the smoke in. But that was not true. A good solid hit held for a second or two got into the blood faster, hence a better high without getting all stoner-wasted. I passed the pipe to her, held it and lit it for her as he timidly took a hit. She coughed, of course, but I told her it was okay, try again. A few minutes later, I was high, and I waited for signs that Bailey was high, too.
    She was, as she began humming softly and staring into the forest through the tube of her rolled hand. She giggled and I followed with a chuckle. I asked her what was so amusing. "Well," she said, all matter-of-fact like. "I, um... I really don't know!" And she giggled again. She told me how she felt, and, yeah, she was high. I held her a few minutes and enjoyed the feel of her perfect young body which got me horny, of course. "Let's go to the tent," she said. "I'm kinda chilly." She giggled again. "Is your willy chilly?" she asked as we ambled slowly across the campsite. Another giggle, then "That's silly! A chilly willy!"
    Yup, Bailey was high, and enjoying it.
 
    We got undressed and under a blanket in the dark. We snuggled tightly together, skin to skin, and we got warm pretty quick. I stroked her hair and the smooth skin of her face. Bailey rolled onto her back and I rolled and was leaning over her. I looked into her eyes and asked if we could make love. Her legs parted for me and I lowered my face to her sweet pussy and began to devour her precious nectar. Bailey tasted so good, so sweet and fresh. I couldn't get enough and licked her all over to get as much of her taste into me as I could. Bailey was totally enjoying my attention to her pussy, moaning and purring along and once I got into high gear and really pouring it on, she was grinding her mound into my face and bucking as the orgasm slammed her and had its way on her. Bailey screamed in pleasure over and over again, not words, just sound, and it was awesome. I took her clit between my teeth and sucked fiercely as her biggest wave it and her body arched and her fingers were in my hair puling my head tighter to her cunt. That final spasm had her mewling like a kitten as she deflated back onto the blankets. My face was soaked and her mound was slick and we were happy. "Good lord, you are awesome," she breathed after she got her wind back. "Oh, my but that was incredibly... um... incredible!" I laughed, and she joined me. 
    I lay alongside her sweet body and started tickling her titties a little, lightly at first, then a little harder, and soon she was wrestling me to stop tickling her which made me tickle her in other places on her body. Soon we were hopelessly tangled up in the blankets, laughing hysterically together. Once extricated from the covers, I took her in my arms and planted a deep, loving kiss on her, full tongue, an held her tight to me, he wrapped her lovely legs around my waist and I felt her hand groping at my very hard pole. We broke the kiss only for the short time it took for her to line my cock up with her pussy, then her arms were around me again, as were her legs, in a sitting position, I pushed upward into her deliciously tight hole. I was so glad she was as wet as I pushed slowly and deeply into her. Once all the way in, I began a rocking motion that I knew would bring the head of my cock firmly over her g-spot as we moved back and forth. This was new to her, too, and soon she was quivering, biting her lips. Her arms and legs were wrapped around me, her chin on my shoulder, and I held her to me. I felt tears on her shoulder and asked if I was hurting her. She told me that it felt so good, like nothing she'd ever felt before. Soon we were moving together in rhythm and we kept increasing the tempo until we were both going to cum.
    I slowed us, whispering how much I loved being with her, how I loved being deep inside of her, how wonderful it felt to have her warm cunt swallowing my cock. I pulled her head gently over so we could kiss, a long, languorous kiss, slow, loving, beautiful. Still kissing I began to move again, a little faster each time, until we were once more on the brink. Bailey was vibrating and as I started thrusting deeper into her she bit lightly on my shoulder, mewling and moaning, and I stopped again just when I could have pushed her to another orgasm. She begged me not to stop, tried riding me with little thrusts of her own, so I went along and resumed my motions until I was moving in her as fast as possible. Bail;ey started moaning loudly, then she was keening, crying out. "Oh, god, yes! Oh, Unka! Unka, Unka, Unka! Fuck...ooooohhh. Aaaahhh...!" The she stiffened up and cried one more soundless cry and she was cumming hard. I felt the gush of her juices flow from her, wetting us both and I was right there, cumming, my cock shooting jet after jet of my sperm deep into her pussy, our bodies spasming together, our cries of pleasure muted as our mouths came together in a deep kiss which held until we were both spent and there was no more left. Our orgasms were simultaneous and mind-blowing, once again, and we we in each others arms flat out on the blankets.
    Bailey told me she saw bright light, fireworks, even lightning, when she came this time. I did, too, and we kissed again, then fell asleep in each others arms.
   
    We spent the rest of our week together camping, hiking, swimming, and trying out different ways to enjoy our sexually driven nights. My Sis came up on Wednesday to help celebrate Bailey's twelfth birthday. Kailah was there, too. We chowed on pizza and ice cream and cake. Sis had brought us three more bags of ice and assorted other goodies for the cooler. There were cards and gifts from the family, which made Bailey very happy. "Bailey is really having a good time," she observed, as Bailey took her little sister on a tour of our campsite, pointing out where we cooked and ate.
    "So what about you, little bro? Is this good for you, too?" she asked, and there was a knowing gleam in her eye, teasing me. I wondered that there was no way she could know, could she? "I am having a ball," I replied, big, shit eating grin on my face. Let her make of that what she wants, I thought. 
    We walked away from the campsite. "My brother-in-law, Arty, took Heather camping a few times" she said. When she said 'camping' she made air-quotes with her fingers. 
    "Listen, bro,' she said. "In my husband's family, this is the way they do things. The daughters get 'broken in' by a willing uncle or other relative. Too many girls get a bad experience at the hands of unskilled over-eager boys. It's been going on since, well, forever. We hoped you'd be Bailey's first, as you two have always gotten along, and she totally worships you anyway." She laughed. "Stop looking like the dog that got caught in the garbage! Lighten up. It stays in the family."
    Dumbfounded, I nodded like a bobble-head doll. "And can Bailey come camping with me again, if she wants to?" 
    My sis got on her toes and kissed my cheek. "Try stopping her," she said. "Now, let's get back. I gotta get home. Things might be getting better since the hubby just got a new job. You'll be back when?"
    "Sunday night, early," I said with a shrug. "ish.".
    She grinned at me and winked. "Well, little bro, enjoy the rest of the week!" 
    
    And we did, Bailey and I. I never told her about what my sis said. Never would, either, but it sure blew my mind, and also settled my mind, too.

    Bailey was very happy to see her Mom and her sister, even happier that her birthday was not entirely forgotten, and she was over the top when I gave her a present I had picked up when we stopped for extra provisions on our way to the campsite. It wasn't a big thing, or anything expensive, but Bailey -even as a kid- was the sentimental type. I gave her a card with a cute puppy on the front and inside the usual cute verse, to which I had added a few special words of my own, which moved my little niece to happy tears. I wrote: 
        
                           'Bailey, You have always been one of my favorite people
                           on this silly planet, and that alone makes me feel good.
                           The time we have spent together this week will always be
                           with me, every loving second. So, take this card and 
                           never lose it, because it is an IOU, of sorts, like a 
                           little wish in your hands. I mean that if you ever need
                           something and it just won't seem to happen on the home-
                           front, tell me. I'll take care of it. Same thing for 
                           anything else. Need an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry
                           on? I'm there. A hug when things get tough? I'm there.
                           A hand to hold? You know where to look. You are on a very
                           special place in my heart and soul, sweetheart, and you 
                           will always be there, Bailey. I promise you this. 
                           All my love,  
                                  ALWAYS! 
                                      "Unka"'

    I also gave her a gift of a silver ankle bracelet with a series of beautiful sapphires and aquamarine stones alternating. She loved it and hugged me so tight I feared a broken rib was imminent. It was a pleasure to put it on her slender ankle for her, and she stretched her leg out to admire it, smiling and sniffling while holding my hand. "Oh, I love it, Unka!" she said. "And I love you!"
    That was after our own dinner, hours after our guests had left. We ate a simple hot dog supper, tater salad sis had brought us, and more cake. It was a beautiful night and I suggested a walk to the river. I grabbed two towels and the toilet kit, figured on washing up as long as we were there. 
    The water was warm and refreshing, too, and we swam and played for awhile, then I stood in the water and took Baileys hands in mine and looked into her eyes, which were somehow prettier right then than I had realized. I studied her face and really, as if for the first time, saw her. Still not 'super-model' stuff, but truly gorgeous! I moved my hands to her shoulders, still looking at her face. She stepped closer to me, her hands on my waist, and met my gaze. I was smiling a little, and perhaps it may have looked amusing to her, so I told her what I was thinking and she blushed. I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. My hands slid down her back and I grabbed her sweet, firm ass and caressed her. She moaned softly deep in her chest and pressed herself even closer to me and my waldo woke up and pressed at her lower belly. I ended my butt-massage and led her to Ol' Turtleback, where our stuff was. 
    "Dunk," I said, and she did. I gave her a long, languid bath, soaping her, then rinsing every single inch of her body. I was on my knees in the water, eyes level with her sweet, pretty, hairless pussy inches away and I bathed her there, teasing her, enjoying her little mewls and squeals of pleasure. I turned her around and washed her butt and between her cheeks, then I put a little pressure on her back and she leaned over a little, her hands on her knees. I washed her butt-hole, then spread her cheeks with my hands, leaned in and kissed her there. Bailey jumped from that, a shocked little yelp of surprise, and tried to stand erect, but I kept my hand on her back and softly told her to relax. I put a finger in my mouth, got it wet and slick with spit, and gently touched her hole. I probed her slowly, moving my finger in small circles as I opened her up.
    Bailey stumbled forward, and I stood and steadied her, hugged her from behind and asked if she was all right, if I had hurt her. She reached behind her and held me. "No, Unka," she said. "It felt different, I just wanted to lean forward more and I slipped. I'm sorry." I moved some of her hair away and kissed her neck, held her tight. "Aw, it's okay, Bailey," I said. "No harm, no foul." I took one of her hands in mine and suggested we go sit on the rock before we lost daylight. I dried her off, then jumped back in the water and gave myself a quick bath while Bailey brushed her hair.
    I have had plenty of women in my life, and for some reason it was a turn on for me when I watched them do those things like brush wet hair, paint toenails, shower, whatever, but watching beautiful little Bailey do these things tripled all other occurrences. A pleasant wave of contentment and gratitude washed over me and I shivered a little from it. I waded to the rock and Bailey had a towel ready for me. I sat and dried off, Bailey behind me, her legs alongside mine, the new ankle bracelet shining and glittering against her tanned skin. She brush dried my hair and kissed my neck with tiny little pecks. I sighed, and made a wish that this week would never end. But I knew better, and decided that we'd just let things develop as they would, and enjoy the trip and the company.
    I stood and began to dress, and Bailey looked at me with bright smile, which I returned. "I have another birthday surprise for you, Bailey," I told her. "Let's go back and get a good fire going. I think, well, I hope you like it."
    She dressed, took my hand in hers and told me that she already knows she's going to love it. "Oh?" I asked, "and how do you know that when you don't know what it is yet?"
    She elbowed me playfully in the ribs and said, "Because it's from you, silly! That's how I know."

    We got the fire going, the torches lit, and I told Bailey to hold on a few minutes as I had to go to my truck, which was parked about fifty yards away from the campsite. I returned with my Martin six string and tuned it up, and Bailey took a seat in one of the camp chairs. I stood, cleared my throat, and told my audience that I was a little rusty, but I hoped they'd enjoy the show. I stared with a slowed down, bluesy rendition of the Beatles Birthday song, and I had to admit I was in fine voice and the Martin sounded awesome in the darkening wood. I played Don MacLean's 'American Pie', and 'Puff the Magic Dragon', which she liked. After each song, Bailey would whistle and applaud wildly, a big, delighted smile on her face. I liked how she looked with the fire coloring her and flickering, making her eyes glow. Wow...
    I told the audience I was going to slow it down a bit, and do a tune for a very special member in the audience. I knelt in front of Bailey, took one of her hands and kissed it, then played Elvis Presley's 'Love Me Tender' and by the end of that one, my throat was feeling a bit rough, but I one more I wanted to play for her.
I cleared my throat and strummed the beginning of Jon Bonjovi's 'Bed of Roses', which I didn't know if she'd ever heard before, but, what the hey, right? 
    I played that one for all I was worth, and it was good, and I felt the emotion that was in the man when he wrote the song, felt the honesty, the urgency to hear her voice... and when I hit the chorus, I really took it home and stared into Bailey's eyes as tears flowed from mine...

          "...I got nuthin' to prove cause it's you
          that I'd die to defend! I wanna lay you down
          in a bed of roses... " 

    I looked right at my sweet niece, who was in happy tears. "Happy birthday, beautiful Bailey," I whispered and that last guitar note faded into the surrounding forest. "I love you." 

    I put the Martin on the table and Bailey stood and ran to me and hugged me to her as tightly as she possibly could. She was on her toes planting wet kisses all over my face, my neck, telling me between smooches how awesome that was, that she was so blown away, "and I love you so much!"
    Once Bailey was done thanking me, I wiped the guitar down and put it in the case. Bailey took my hand and made me follow her to the hammock. We got on, and apparently she had planned this because there was a blanket there and she pulled it over us. I was on my back and she was on her side, half on me, and we kissed. "I knew you played guitar," she whispered, "but I didn't remember how good you played, and sang, too! Oh, that was perfect, Unka! Thanks again!" I put an arm around her shoulder and we kissed. It was a tender kiss, soft and sweet and it spoke volumes. Bailey rested her head on my shoulder and squirmed to get a little more comfortable.    
    We lay together in silence for awhile, fully enjoying the comfort of the hammock, the warmth of our bodies, the quiet of the wood. We listened to a pair of owls on the hunt and the scurrying sounds of nocturnal critters going about their business. A pack of coyotes howled in the distance. We were safe, though, in our campsite with the fire-pit and torches alight. Bailey had a hand on my chest and she slowly moved it down my body, stopping at my navel. She explored there a minute, moving her finger in and around it, and my stomach muscles rippled at her tender touch. 
    Her hand moved lower then, under the waistband of my trunks. She found my cock, half hard, and she gripped it gently in her soft, warm hand. A soft sigh emanated from her and I could feel her smile in the dim light. I opened my mouth to speak and she made a quiet 'shush'. I stayed silent and she cupped my balls in her loving hand and massaged them gently, rolling them, feeling their warm weight and coarse hair in her hand.She let go and I felt her finger tip moving up the vein to the tip of my fully erect cock. I felt tingles and I shuddered as she touched the tip which was obviously wet with pre-cum. She swirled the finger around, smearing the slick fluid around the head until it was all wet. Then Bailey placed the palm of hand over the head and rotated it ever so lightly and it was amazing! I bucked a little, and I felt her head move in a 'no' gesture. "Be still," she whispered.
    I did my best to comply. There I was, putty in the hands of a twelve year old girl and loving every second of it. Her hand began to slide slowly down my shaft, slick with my juices it felt like silk barely touching my skin, but as she hit bottom she gripped me tightly and squeezed her way back up and the firm pressure was incredible, the slight pain was bearable and somehow a necessary part of it. Back at the top she released her grip and re-wet her finger which then lightly tickled the glans under the head, sending little shock-waves all though me. I moaned and she made that 'no' gesture again. I heard her sigh as she touched my pee-hole with her fingertip and press against it. More pre-cum flowed after that and she used it to slide back down my shaft, then quickly back up, then down again and she gripped the base and held me like that for a few seconds, slowly releasing the pressure, then back up with the lightest, gentlest of touches. I felt two fingers painting my juices all over my cock, and each time she touched the head, my whole body would twitch and those little electric ripples (which were growing in strength) would thrum and take my breath away. I had never experienced a hand job like the one Bailey was giving me. Never! Not even close. 
    Suddenly she gripped the head as if it were the knob of a stick-shift in a car. Her little hand ground against the entire head, my lube offering Bailey more opportunity to bring on those delicious electric waves. Bailey's groping was even more intense with every motion. And, little vixen that she was, Bailey kept up her pleasure/pain ministrations for another ten minutes before I was at a point of no return. I was bucking along with the constant waves of lightning in my body, twitching like a madman when she stopped and gripped the base of my aching pole as hard as she could.
    She moved herself beneath our blanket and repositioned herself and released my cock. I felt her mouth close around the head and she moved down the shaft to meet the rushing flow of hot cum as it rose. Once she had me full inside her warm and waiting mouth she sucked on me and that was when I exploded in a blinding orgasm that set my body to arching and freezing, my teeth to vibrating and my eyes to cross. Then she repeated the motions as each wave of thick goo erupted violently from my cock into Bailey's mouth. Afterward, once my body was relaxed and my pulse slowed to something near normal, Bailey emerged from the blanket, smiling. She held a finger slick with my cum on it and offered it to me. I opened my mouth and took her offering more eagerly than any penitent ever took communion in church.
    Bailey resumed the position she was in before she performed that epic hand-job on me, relaxed and content. I began to tell her how awesome that was, but when I opened my mouth she 'shushed' me again. She giggled, though, and whispered in my ear: "You are so awesome to sing to me tonight the way you did. Thank you so much, Unka. Thank you so very much for bringing me with you on this trip. Thank you for being the best uncle in the world."
    I gently squeezed her shoulder. "Oh, you are most welcome, Bailey," I said. "It is a pleasure beyond all reckoning having you here with me." And we stayed that way, in loving repose for a long time. Once the fire was down to hot coals I suggested we go to bed. 

    Bailey answered with a sleepy yawn and agreed.

                             The End (Part 1)