Author: Julie Hypnotic
Title: Little Renee: Showing Uncle Al
Parts: Part 1
Summary: A young niece seeks help from her Uncle to satisfy a curious need.
Keywords: Mf, lolita, mast, pedo

ONE


When I met my niece Renee, she was a stunning child of nine.  Long, raven hair, big 
brown eyes, and a full lovely smile.  Tall for her age, her body was slender and graceful, 
her legs long, her tummy flat.

My brother Jimmy, who'd been away for a long time due to a family feud that we finally 
resolved, moved back to our hometown and took an apartment in the same building 
where I lived.  He moved away when he was twenty-five and I was sixteen.  I was 
twenty-eight now, and a confirmed bachelor, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw his 
beautiful wife, Rhonda.  Taking no more than a familial interest in little Renee, my eyes 
were all on Rhonda, of whom Renee was a smaller copy.

Things settled into a comfortable pattern soon.  Renee was an only child and often visited 
me during the day because I worked in the evening.  She would sit on the front porch 
steps sucking Popsicles and talking a mile a minute, or she would come inside and delight 
me at the kitchen table talking about her day-to-day life.  She was precocious, cute, and 
intelligent.

One hot summer day, she popped into my apartment, just bursting through the door in her 
usual impulsive manner.  She was wearing a short yellow sundress and her hair hung in 
braids around her face.  Smiling, I poured her a glass of lemonade and sat with her, 
preparing to be entertained with one of her silly stories.

As we sat talking, she swung her legs freely, distracting me from her youthful voice.  
Glancing down rather casually, I saw that the dress had ridden up high, revealing a pair of 
stark white cotton panties between her golden thighs.  At first, I simply looked away, but 
the more she swung those long legs, the higher her dress rode, and involuntarily, I looked 
down again and again.

"It's my panties.  You like them don't you Uncle Al?"

Startled, I looked at her face and realized I had been staring at the secret place between 
her girlish thighs for quite some time.  Even more unusual was the powerful erection that 
throbbed against my own thigh.

"Sorry sweetie," I said, sheepishly hanging my head.

She just laughed and continued to swing her legs, giving me tantalizing peeks of her 
pantied crotch.  

"Do you ever want to look at my Mom's panties Uncle Al?  I see you stare at her all the 
time."  That beautiful face was a mask of amusement as she gazed at me.

"No Renee, that's a hell of a thing to say now."

Giggles and white panties were the only things my brain seemed to register as the girl just 
sat there, legs still swinging.  Open...sweet white panties...closed...smooth tan thighs.  
Her dress was now completely up over her hips and my cock was rock hard and painfully 
enclosed.

"You like panties Uncle.  I can tell because your thingie is big."  Her face glowed with 
mischievous pleasure.

Clearing my throat, I stood up.  "I think it's time you went home Renee, I've a lot to do 
today."

Laughing at me, the child stood and swallowed the last of her lemonade.  She hugged me, 
pressing dangerously close to my cock, then kissed my cheek.  "I love you Uncle."  And 
then she slipped quietly out the door.

Alone at last, I didn't even wait to lock the door.  I jerked my pants down, gripped my hot 
dick and jerked violently to a tremendous orgasm, spewing my cum onto the kitchen 
floor without care.  Relieved, I sat back in my chair and pondered what had just taken 
place.

I was confused.  The child's tone of voice was pure innocence, yet her actions implied a 
knowledge and acceptance of sexuality.  Tired, I took a nap before work and put the 
incident, along with the modicum of guilt I felt out of my mind.

The next day was Saturday, and right on cue, little Renee came bouncing through the 
door at 12 noon, per usual.  Today she wore a blue dress and her hair hung free and 
unencumbered.  We took our usual place at the kitchen table, our chairs facing one 
another.  Briefly, I wondered if I would be treated to a panty show like the day before.  
My cock twitched at the thought of little white panties.

She was chattering about her friend Misty and the game of jacks they had played together 
that morning.  When it seemed there would be no panties today, I relaxed and began to 
pay attention to her words.

"And then, she let the ball bounce too many times, but when I said something about it she 
got mad and...."

It was a sudden awareness, a movement seen from my peripheral vision that intruded on 
the edges of my mind enough to drag my attention down to her lap.  What I saw caused 
me to gasp out loud and my cock soared to life immediately.  She'd somehow pulled her 
dress up casually as we talked; it lay blue against her creamy belly and commanded my 
attention for the briefest of seconds.  Looking further down, I saw another pair of tiny 
white cotton panties, only this time they were pulled to one side and the most beautiful 
set of hairless pussy lips were exposed for my eyes to devour.

She fell silent.  I stared.  She breathed deeply...in and out...and I stared.  Very, very 
slowly, she moved a single finger and parted those lips, her breath becoming a sigh, and I 
stared.  My cock was nearly bursting already as she held the finger in to the first knuckle 
and began to jerk it up and down -not in and out- but up and down.  She was 
masturbating her clitoris and from the look of her, enjoying it quite well.  

Time seemed to stand still as I stared at this lovely, dark child bringing herself such 
pleasure.  Her movements stayed the same; finger shallowly implanted, nudging her clit, 
hips tight and tense.  With a start, I realized it was the only way she knew to get relief.  I 
was witnessing sweet innocence as it made way for sexual pleasure.  It was the most 
erotic sight I'd ever seen in my life and my cock was literally pulsing as a steady flow of 
pre-cum released into my shorts.

Daring to remove my eyes from such a vision, I risked a glance at her face.  Her eyes 
were locked on to me, unwavering in their intensity, and her lower lip was caught in a 
death grip between her teeth.  Heavy lidded and shining with pleasure, those eyes boring 
into me were almost as exciting as the sight of her hungry, hairless pussy.  Frenzied with 
lust, I shifted my eyes back and forth, first watching her stroke, then seeing her 
passionate face.  The last time I looked down, I saw that her finger was coated with a film 
of clear moisture and I was hooked, unable to stop watching her, my mind burning the 
image into my eyes forever.

Small moans began to slip from her lips.  Lusty and loud, filled with hot air and thinly 
held restraint, she voiced her pleasure.  Helpless, caught in her spell, I grabbed my cock 
and squeezed hard.  She sensed the movement, her eyes wide and excited, and then she 
opened her thighs, doubled her pace and began to whimper.

I watched it all, so greedy for the sight of this child, glued to her every movement, drunk 
on the sounds of her lust.  When her orgasm came, it rolled up her body, sending her 
undulating and writhing in the hard kitchen chair that held her.  

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" then another, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!  Uncle, Uncle, Uncle!   Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

And I came, trembling violently, groaning loudly, hunching over my own lap, squirting 
out my cum in hot, angry ropes right inside my shorts.

Renee laid back in the chair, relaxing her body, her finger still firmly in place.  At length 
she rose, repaired her clothing, leaned over and kissed my lips softly.  I only stared at her 
once more, my mind a jumble of confusion.

"I love you Uncle Al.  You better clean yourself up now before Daddy or Mom comes 
over or something."  It was that moment that I realized that the screen door was the only 
protection we'd had from prying eyes.

Dumbfounded, I watched Renee skip happily away, throwing one final comment over her 
shoulder before the door slammed behind her.  "Panty watcher!" She called, giggling 
loudly and leaving me there to stew in my own juices quite literally.

For a solid week I avoided her.  I kept my door closed and locked and didn't answer it 
even when Rhonda came knocking.  It seemed her little daughter, my own niece, had 
replaced Rhonda as the object of my desire.  Each time I closed my eyes all I saw were 
white cotton panties, smooth tan flesh, black hair, and sultry brown eyes.  I masturbated 
so much my dick hurt; yet my erection would return swiftly thereafter.

The guilt I felt was turning to acceptance.  I reasoned that the child had simply been 
curious and was experiencing grown up desires.  Not knowing how to deal with that, 
she'd turned to me, her trusted and loved uncle.  I should be grateful, I told myself.  I had 
not touched her after all.  There was no reason for me to feel bad.  Then the picture of 
white panties snuggled between her thighs would flash through my mind and I'd groan in 
frustration as my cock begged for attention.  I wanted more of Renee; I craved her like a 
drug.

I decided I could be strong enough to resist my desires and eventually let the child back 
in.  She behaved herself and seemed to want only to be with her beloved Uncle Al.  As 
always, I enjoyed her presence in my home, but I found myself glancing between her 
thighs again and again, hoping for a glimpse of her panties.

Sometimes on the weekends I'd gather with a few friends at Jimmy and Rhonda's place 
and we'd play cards.  I treasured these times, always remembering the loneliness I'd felt 
after Jimmy moved away.  It was good to have family around, good to belong 
somewhere.  Ever since the incidents with Renee, I never returned to lusting for Rhonda.  
In fact I barely even noticed her anymore other than to appreciate her in a sisterly way.  It 
was all about Renee now, the child goddess, the object of my raging lust.

One Saturday night, a group of us sat around the table at Jimmy's place, laughing, 
drinking, playing.  The children tumbled about on the dining room floor wrestling 
playfully and having a fun rough housing.  From the corner of my eye, I watched little 
Renee.  A young boy of about twelve was tickling her ribs and she shrieked with laughter 
and tickled him back.  The adults ignored them, except for me.  As the boy's hands 
moved so familiarly over her supple young body I became enraged.  How dare he touch 
her that way!  I watched stealthily, losing the game as my mind became further distracted 
by the disturbing events so nearby.

The boy had Renee on her belly, her dress riding high, the firm globes of her luscious 
young ass raised up in the air as she struggle to get away from him.  And those sweet 
white panties displayed so proudly.  Her raucous laughter spilled out in loud, helpless 
bursts under the assault of his tickling.  I saw him glance up at the table, again from the 
corner of my eye, then he slid his hand up her thigh and slowly stroked her pantied pussy.  
He brazenly touched those panties that I loved so much.  My panties.  I heard the little 
girl release a loud groan just as she closed her legs around his searching fingers, then he 
quickly pulled away before anyone could see.  My cock was near bursting, my balls were 
aching, and I was incensed at the nerve of this boy to dare touch my little Renee in such a 
manner.

I got myself under control, glanced once more at Renee and saw her intense gaze fixed on 
my face.  She gave that amused smile, split her thighs, and thrust her hips at me.  
Panicked, I looked around, but no one was watching and the boy had moved into the 
living room to pick out a movie.

The game broke up around midnight and I went upstairs to use the bathroom.  Renee had 
disappeared.  Just as I came out of the bathroom I heard her soft giggle and saw a little 
white pile sitting just outside the bathroom door.  As I bent to retrieve it, I realized it was 
a pair of panties, far too small to belong to Rhonda.  New life surged through my prick as 
the smell contained within that little bit of cotton reached my nose.  It was feminine and 
sweetly pure.  It was pussy.  It was Renee's little cunt.  I ached for her and without 
hesitation I raised the cloth to my nose and inhaled deeply.  

....ohhhh...sweet little pussy....

I heard a soft sigh come from the direction of Renee's room and blindly, not thinking, not 
even seeing, I stepped forward and pushed opened her half-closed door.  She stood there 
in only her little dress.  I knew her cunt was bare.  I knew I held in my hands the panties, 
still warm from her flesh, that had just covered her tiny little pussy.  My head swam and 
my heart thudded; I felt faint and hot and incredibly aroused.

She stood still just looking at me.  I saw the rise and fall of her chest and knew her heart 
was pounding just as fiercely as mine.  Moving carefully, I shut the door and reached 
down to lift the hem of her dress and there it was; no panties to obstruct my view just 
smooth hairless, sweet little girl cunt.  I saw the tremble of her hands as she lowered them 
down. down. down.  She touched herself slowly, one slim finger rubbing the pearl of 
her clitoris as I stood there watching.

"Smell them again Uncle Al.  Please?"  She moaned.

Happily obliging, I lifted the small fabric and rubbed the crotch of them across my nose 
as little Renee frigged her tiny clit.  She began to sink to her knees, I followed, still 
holding her dress up, still inhaling the scent of her pussy.  Kneeling, she slid her legs 
open and continued to rub herself off.  Each time I loudly inhaled from her panties, she 
moaned and sped up her efforts.  Clearly, she was exhibiting for me and getting off on it.  
She loved it when I sniffed the crotch of her panties, her little body nearly tumbling over 
as she gave herself pleasure under my watchful gaze.

Rousing a bit from my lust-induced stupor, I began to encourage her.

"That's it baby.  Do it for Uncle Al.  Rub your little pussy."

The affect on Renee at my whispered words was magical.  She arched her body, placing 
one hand on the floor behind her and leaning back on it.  She thrust her hips forward in a 
fucking motion again and again, groaning deeply and flicking her clit so hard it must 
surely have hurt a little.  I was near orgasm, the flow of my blood beating a rhythm in my 
ears that rivaled the sound of her moans in intensity.  My hands were full of panties and 
her dress, so I couldn't touch my cock, but I began to flex my hips ever so slightly, the 
rough fabric of my jeans creating exquisite tension on the oozing head of my inflamed 
prick.

Renee began to jerk wildly, her sweet body searching for pleasure.  I nearly fainted so 
intense was my desire.  I kept my eyes glued to her, yearning to taste her, wanting to help 
her complete herself more that I'd ever wanted anything.

"Baby, go inside.  Put your fingers in your pussy.  Cum Renee."  I begged.

She was puzzled, but lowered her fingers until she discovered the hole that was leaking 
the sweet juice that now smeared across her cunt.  Her eyes widened in surprise as she 
slid a finger into herself.  I groaned, my cock tortured, rock hard, and so close to eruption.

Vigorously she fucked herself.  As if she'd found a new toy, she moved with joy, 
whimpering each time she slid the finger out, then moaning satisfaction as her digit eased 
back in.  Her hips moved with a will of their own, hurrying forward, then jerking back... 
forward...back...fucking her tiny cunt on and off her finger.  It was this searching 
movement that inflamed me more than anything.  She was so joyously seeking flesh 
pleasure; so willingly showing Uncle Al all her girlish charms.  And I hungrily watched it 
all, smelling her excitement from the crotch of her panties and holding her dress up so I 
could see it all.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she shifted her hand.  Now her middle finger was firmly 
buried inside her juicing cunt and her thumb was free to roam across her smooth labia.  
As she connected that thumb with her swollen clitoris, which I could clearly see 
protruding from between her soft baby flesh, she cried out in a whisper.  I knew the time 
had come and my cock responded accordingly.

"Ohhhh Uncle Al, it feels so good," she moaned in a harsh whisper. "Watch me Uncle.  
S-smell me...ohhhh...smell...Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Just as she exploded, I shoved the crotch of her little girl panties into my mouth and 
sucked hard, then I reached down and gripped my cock through my jeans while my hips 
jerked forward and back.  The sweet taste of her cunt was the crowning moment for me.  
I knew right then that I was going to cum hard.

Little Renee tumbled backwards, her legs lewdly splayed, her body rippling as she came 
so hard.  Humping my own fist, I groaned and came explosively, once more right inside 
my pants.  Trembling, I tensed and felt wave after wave of thick hot juice climb up from 
my aching balls and flow across the crotch of my jeans.

"Ohhh baby girl...Ohhh Renee... I'm cumming...I'm cumming for you, princess."

For undetermined moments I just stood there, my orgasm subsiding as I watched the 
child recover.  She laid still, her dark eyes glittering and her skin flushing rosy.  Finally, I 
leaned over her and kissed her soft little lips.  She smiled and put her arms around my 
neck.  "I love you Uncle Al."  She whispered.

"I love you too princess."

Careful not to touch her skin, I used the panties to mop the cum from her pussy.  After 
just one quick smell, I wrapped them up carefully and stuffed them into my pocket and 
then helped Renee up.

"I'm keeping these," I said, "Now we need to get back before we're missed.  Okay?"

"Okay."

Just before I entered the hallway I turned to her, "Thank you Renee...thank you sweetie."

She simply smiled and reached into her drawer for a fresh pair of little white panties.


