Cuddlebug

Carrie sat perched on the log, hugging herself, her knees tight together. The campfire crackled and popped and her family roasted marshmallows and told tales. Uncle Jimmy was tuning his guitar. Mom was in the cabin, making hot chocolate. Carrie kept stealing glances at Uncle Mike who sat in his steel rocking chair wrapped in his big blanket.

Carrie was small for her age, but unlike most people who were undersized, she liked it. She liked big people taking care of her.

Mom came out and distributed the hot chocolate and Carrie took hers, sipping it and peering through the steam at Uncle Mike. She was feeling all butterflies in her tummy waiting for Uncle Mike to notice her. Right now he was talking to Aunt Cecile and they were laughing.

Carrie was halfway through her hot chocolate when Uncle Mike glanced at her and she gave him a little smile. Uncle Mike looked around the circle of family then back at her. He flashed her a quick wink and Carrie felt the thrill run up her smile - it was their signal.

Carrie set down her hot chocolate and rose, walking stiffly to Uncle Mike, self-conscious in front of her family.

“There she goes.” Mom said, teasing her, and the adults laughed.

Uncle Mike opened his blanket wide for her as she kicked off her flip-flops, climbed onto his lap and curled up there.

“She's my little cuddlebug.” Uncle Mike said as he wrapped the blanket around her so she was all covered except for a little tunnel so she could look up into Uncle Mike's face. Uncle Mike held her with his left hand outside the blanket and started to rock.

Uncle Jimmy started playing American Pie and people joined in singing. Carrie peered up through the blanket, watching Uncle Mike's face as he smiled and listened to the music. Carrie liked snuggling against his large body, he always smelled good and his arms were strong. Carrie reached out and softly stroked his flannel shirt, liking the texture. She relaxed, feeling comforted by the rocking as Uncle Mike held her, his left arm wrapped around her lower back, his left hand on her thigh separated by the thick blanket. Uncle Mike's right arm and hand was under the blanket with her, his warm right hand on her bare knee.

Soon Uncle Mike's right hand slid slowly down her shins and Carrie carefully opened her thighs, taking care not to move the blanket too much.
“Be still like a crouching bunny so no one notices you.”, Uncle Mike had told her long ago.

Uncle Mike's hand slipped between her thighs into the valley formed by her thighs and her belly. He found the hem of her top and slipped his hand under it, stroking up her tummy to her chest with the back of his hand. Then turned it and laid his hand flat on her chest, stroking her right nipple with the pad of his thumb. Carrie felt her chest go all tingly and wanted nothing more than to squirm in Uncle Mike's arms and press herself against his forearm, but she stayed still like a bunny as he stroked one then the other nipple.

Carrie was breathing through her nose, feeling her excitement rise as Uncle Mike's hand slipped back down her belly and stroked across the crotch of her shorts then laid flat on her right inner thigh. He stroked there for a time, rocking the chair, listening to the singing. Carrie looked up at Uncle Mike's face, his eyes on the fire as it sparked and danced. His hand slid down her inner thigh and into the loose leg of her shorts, finding the elastic leg of her underpants, lifting the crotch of her underpants and sliding it off her mound and into the crease of her thigh. His fingers stroked her soft mound, massaging the plump lips of her vulva.

Carrie's lips parted and she breathed through her mouth and nose, feeling her excitement rise. She felt so daring having her secret time with Uncle Mike in front of everybody and no one knew. Uncle Mike's finger traced the slit of her vulva, stroking and finding her labia, then following it down to where it disappeared between the cheeks of her bottom. Carrie shivered and felt his finger slide back up, finding that soft hollow place and pressing in, her labia parting. She felt her slipperiness as Uncle Mike's finger played there. Carrie swallowed and snuggled against uncle Mike's soft chest, her hands loosely curled under her chin.

Uncle Mike's fingertip made small circles in the hollow spot, spreading the slipperiness and making her lower tummy feel fluttery and weak. Then his finger traced the part down once more, carrying the slipperiness down between the cheeks of her bottom, bringing it to her dimpled anus. He massaged there and Carrie felt it loosening and opening. She always felt so dirty when Uncle Mike did this, but dirty in a good way - a sexy way. Plus when he played with her anus it made her have to pee and that added to her excitement. One time he whispered for her to let go so she did and it felt so good as her pee warmed and wetted her crotch and his hand..

But now Uncle Mike curled his finger and pressed it into her anus, the tight ring sliding over his neatly manicured fingertip. He made little circles, moving her anus round and round and round. Carrie gasped softly and squirmed in his arms. Uncle Mike bent his head down over her little blanket cave.

“Shhhh ... calm like a bunny.” he whispered so only she could hear.

“Is she asleep?” Mom asked.

Uncle Mike looked down into Carrie's eyes and smiled.

“Almost.” Uncle Mike lied.

His finger slipped out of her anus and moved back to her hollow spot and worked there, sliding up and down her slit, moving the slipperiness around, stroking the little hard ball of her clitoris. Carrie was breathing harder now, sweat beading on her upper lip and dampening her short-cropped hair. It was getting hot under the blanket.

Uncle Mike slipped his finger into her sex, and slid it in until it pressed against her hymen. His thumb pressed down on the top of her vulva and he worked her hole like he did her anus, moving it in little circles, the feelings there ever changing as he did. Carrie stared at a piece of fluff on the edge of blanket that fluttered every time she exhaled as she felt his finger moving her sex round and round and round. Her breath was quivering.

Soon Carrie felt her lower belly start to tighten and tremble. She reached out and grasped a handful of Uncle Mike's flannel shirt, trying to steady herself, to anchor herself to him. Uncle Mike knew her body well and moved his fingertip faster and faster. Her breathing started catching in her throat and her body started to shake as she got close. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against Uncle Mike's flannel covered chest and felt Uncle Mike squeeze her tight to him with his left arm.

“Shhhh Carrie-girl.” he shushed her and said “It's just a dream.” out loud to cover her squirming. He lifted his chin and stage whispered to Mom; “Sleeping.”

But his hand was still busy, working her sex as she climaxed and shuddered, making a soft mewling sound as she did. And as always after she came and her belly calmed and her eyelids drooped, Uncle Mike's warm hand slipped her underpants back over her moist crotch and adjusted her shorts so no one would know. Then he held her with both arms and rocked her to sleep, her eyes now closing and her cheeks rosy and flushed.

Carrie wanted to be his little cuddlebug forever.