Night Storms Part I

    -Leslie Schmidt

This story is entirely fantasy. The characters and 
events described are entirely a product of 
imagination. If the reader is offended by stories about 
sex between adults and children, close this story now. 
If any readers should believe that the sort situations 
described are at all acceptable, I encourage them to 
think of how children really are-they need our love 
and protection. Actions like those described here are 
an unforgivable violation of the trust which children 
should feel toward adults. That is why these things 
are against the law.

Little girls should be cuddled, laughed with, tickled, 
kept safe and, most of all, loved. Adults should never 
get anything from a child, only give.







      I had not seen Lessa since she was four. She is my niece 
and lives with my brother and his wife outside London. Her 
mother is a one-night fling who had left the memory of that 
night with my brother and disappeared. She is French. My 
brother had e-mailed me asking if I would take Lessa for the 
summer holidays. He was going to be traveling on business and 
his wife was not too hot on the idea of caring for her when her 
father was away. I live on a 43-foot sailboat, which I bum 
around on in the Caribbean. I consider myself a "Citizen of the 
World," keeping no fixed address and sailing where the sun 
shines. It was agreed that I would meet her in Kingston. She 
would spend a couple of months with me and then fly back to 
London in time for the new term.
      
      She came out of Customs, escorted by a flight attendant. 
My first impression was that she was a cute girl. She was 
wearing an orange tee shirt, jeans, and sandals. Her dark brown 
and reddish hair was shoulder length; she was probably 4' 5", 
about 65 pounds.  While she was not skinny, neither could you 
say she was fat. A well proportioned girl of 10. Her face was 
pretty, but I think most girls her ages are pretty-a prejudice 
of mine. After identifying myself to the attendant, she was 
released to me. She told me that she did not remember me. I 
think she was a little nervous, but she did a good job of 
covering it up. I put this down to her spending a lot of time in 
an English boarding school. Soon she proved to be quite 
assertive, not the kind of person to let herself be pushed 
around. Her accent was really cute and her manners excellent. 
      
      We took a cab from the airport to the waterfront. She had 
been sailing in England, so she was a little familiar with boats. 
I showed her around Magic, my boat, and then we walked to a 
nearby McDonald's for dinner. We returned to the boat and got 
underway, motoring out into the harbor to an anchorage. I told 
Lessa that we wouldn't be going anywhere for a few days as there 
was a hurricane moving into the Caribbean from the Atlantic. I 
assured her that the storm would not hit Jamaica but pass well 
south of the island. She asked if she could take a bath before 
bed. I laughed, telling her that there was no tub, but the 
shower was in the head. I showed her how to use it (and how to 
operate the marine toilet) and left her to take care of herself. 
      
      After a few minutes she came into the main cabin wrapped 
in a towel.
      
      "Donny, I forgot a nightie. Do you have anything?"
      
      I went to my cabin and got her an old tee shirt. She went 
back into the head and came out wearing it. She sat down and we 
talked some. She told me about her school and her half brother, 
Josh. He is my sister-in-law's son by an earlier marriage. He is 
four years older than she. They got along well, almost never 
fighting. She doesn't like her stepmother and was really quite 
pleased to be away for the summer, if she couldn't be with her 
dad.  When she went into the galley for a coke, I noticed that 
there was no outline of panties under the shirt. My suspicions 
were confirmed when she bent over to get the coke out of the 
icebox and I got a good look at her butt.  I was privately a 
little embarrassed, mainly because of my reaction to what I had 
seen. The knowledge that I was so close to a little girl, a 
naked little girl, made my pulse speed up. I had always found 
girls really attractive. In fact, I had always had to guard 
myself against doing anything I would later regret while my 
daughter was growing up. While I always had a very physical 
relationship with her, I had never crossed the line. We were 
still very close and she came to see me whenever she could, but 
college and work kept her busy.  I made up Lessa's bed in the 
main cabin and then hit my rack in the aft cabin.
      
      The next morning I got up and went forward to the galley. 
Lessa was still asleep. She had kicked off the covers and was 
lying on her belly. The shirt had ridden half way up her back. 
This was a really attractive picture. Her legs were apart, so 
her cunt lips could be seen down below her round butt. A little 
line of pink between her outer lips was her clit. I made coffee 
and then went into the cockpit to drink it. A few minutes later 
she came on deck and asked if she could have a cup. I was 
surprised that she drank coffee. When she came back with her cup, 
(milk and sugar) she sat across the cockpit from me. She pulled 
her knees up under her chin. This gave me a full view of her 
hairless pussy lips. I had trouble not staring. She had her knees
together, so her lips peaked out from between her thighs, and her
clit peaked out from her lips. Then the crack of her ass
disappeared against the seat. She asked if she could swim,
I said sure. Then she gave me the second big surprise of the
morning when she pulled the tee shirt off and dove into the water,
naked.
      
      We spent that day seeing the sights of Kingston. I found 
it really enjoyable being with her. I had had so much fun 
raising my daughter and being with Lessa brought back a lot of 
memories. I really enjoy being around children, especially girls. 
I think I had a better time than she did.
      
      The second night she was on board she came out from the 
shower naked. It was obvious that she had no compunction about 
being "seen". Because it was my habit to go naked whenever 
possible, I decided to follow my normal routine. I showered and 
then came out into the cabin in the altogether. She never even 
blushed, much less said anything. Obviously, nudity was normal 
to her.
      
      Again, Lessa slept in the main cabin and I stayed in the 
aft cabin. There is a short passageway that runs forward along 
the port side from the aft cabin to the rest of the boat, the 
engine compartment being amidships. I sat up reading for a few 
minutes, drinking a beer. When nature called I went forward to 
the head. I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake her up.
      
      As I came around the corner I heard Lessa, I thought she 
might have been crying. I look around the bulkhead. From my 
vantagepoint, I could only see her legs.  She was laying on her 
back, her legs were spread and her knees were slightly bent. She 
was moving them slowly. I leaned forward slightly and saw that 
she was masturbating. I could see her from the waist down; her 
head and chest were still hidden. Her hand was on her pussy, two 
of her fingers between her lips. She was quickly moving them in 
a circle, rubbing her clit. She humped into her hand, her breath 
in time with her humps. Her breathing became harder as she moved 
faster, the excitement building up inside her. I could see that 
she was beginning to sweat, her skin was shiny in the dim light 
of the cabin lamp she had asked me to leave on.  Then she ran 
her middle finger into her preteen vagina and fingerfucked herself.
She moved her finger in and out, pushing it deep into her, as deep 
as her finger would go. She was fingering her clit with her 
other hand, so both of her hands were busy.  I couldn't believe 
what I was watching! The effect of this was awesome. My dick 
sprang up, aching for attention. I had a raging hard-on, not 
like any I had had for years. She continued masturbating, her 
movements becoming faster and faster until, with a moan, she 
came. She humped hard against her hands, shoving two fingers as 
deep into her cunt as far as they would go. She lay panting for 
a moment, then rolled onto her stomach. I crept back to my cabin 
and jerked off, blowing what seemed like a pint of sperm. Then I 
climbed through a hatch in the overhead onto deck and pissed 
over the side. 
      
      I sat down to rest and watched the lights of the city 
across the bay; my heart was still beating hard.  I was 
suffering from a real case of lover's nuts! A couple of minutes 
later, Lessa came on deck. She stopped for a second when she saw 
me, but then she came up anyway. She sat down we watched the 
stars. We were silent. I'm sure that she didn't know that I had 
been watching her. After a few minutes she got up, kissed me on 
the cheek and went back below to bed. 
      
      We spent the next day at anchor and worked on the boat. 
There are always hundreds of little jobs to do around a boat, 
especially one that is lived upon and is sailed as much as Magic. 
I was really pleased at how she helped me. She is a smart girl 
and is good with her hands. She was also more than willing to 
help with some scraping and painting.  Late in the afternoon, we 
put away the tools and went to get cleaned up. Magic had 
originally had two staterooms, one aft and one all the way 
forward. Because I live alone on the boat, I have converted the 
forward room into a workshop/stowage area. If I have guests, the 
dinette in the main cabin folds down into a double and a settee 
near the main hatch to the cockpit is also available. The settee 
serves as a pilot berth when I'm underway, allowing me a place 
just off the cockpit to sleep. This is where I had put Lessa the 
night before. We went forward to the shop to use thinner to 
clean brushes and smudges on ourselves and put the paint away. 
Lessa complained that her cloths were sticking to her with sweat 
and, stepping into main cabin pulled them off. Then she ran up 
on deck and I heard a splash. I stripped off and followed her up 
and jumped in after her. We swam around and splashed some for a 
few minutes. Then she swam over to the ladder that was installed 
on the stern and climbed out. I was at the bottom when she 
climbed out and I got an ample view of her pussy as she went up. 
She has thick pussy lips with a slit that extends up her front, 
not just a little slit down between her legs. Her clit just 
peeks out from between the lips. Simply, she has the most 
gorgeous pussy I have ever seen.
      
       It was getting on towards evening and, while I prepared 
dinner, I turned on the weather radio. The reports were as I 
expected; the hurricane was going to pass well south of the 
island, but there were thunderstorms expected over night. I was 
glad that I had moved the boat to a secure anchorage, away from 
the dock.

	We ate dinner and Lessa went into the head to shower. I 
called after her to be easy on the water.
The tanks were full, but long showers would empty them fast. A 
few minutes later she came into the main cabin wearing nothing 
but a towel wrapped around her hair. Again, I caught my breath 
at the sight of her glorious pre-pubescent body. Here was the 
best example of human beauty. Her black eyes were wide set above 
a small nose; she had a small mouth. As with many people of 
Celtic origin, her forehead is broad, her chin wasn't very 
prominent. She had a long neck and strong shoulders for a girl. 
As I said earlier, she was not small, but she was not fat either. 
Unfortunately, I suspect that she will grow up to be fat in 
middle age, but for now she has a full body, not skinny. Her 
nipples were just beginning to poke out, giving the promise of 
coming womanhood. Below her tummy and dimple of a navel, large 
pussy lips parted the inside of her thighs. If she stood 
straight, a glimmer of light could be seen from behind her. 
Again, my cock began to firm, as it did every time I saw her 
like this. Luckily, I was able to keep from getting a total 
hard-on.  She seemed totally unconscious of my gaze and her 
effect on me as she combed out her hair. In the cabin light, the 
red highlights stood out.

	After I had showered I took one more turn about the deck 
to satisfy myself that the boat was secure. As was my custom 
after dark, I was naked. The humid wind was comfortable. There 
were flashes of light from over the horizon. I went into the 
main cabin where Lessa slept and tucked her in before climbing 
into the double berth in the aft cabin.

	Later that night a squall hit, the wind came up and 
little waves slapped against the side of the boat.  In my sleep, 
I was aware of this, but nothing about the feel of the boat was 
enough to fully wake me. A little later, however, my sixth sense 
did alert me.  I woke up to see Lessa standing in the doorway to 
my cabin, watching me.

	"Is everything all right?" I asked.

	"The lightening scares me." She said.

	"You can lay down here, if you want." I said. 

	I pulled back the sheet to indicate that she could climb 
in with me and she came into my bunk. She scrunched around with 
her back to me and we fit like spoons, my back to the wall. I 
was naked and my cock was only a tee shirt's thickness away from 
her thighs. She wiggled against me and my cock swelled against 
her. I tried to move away and I tried to control my breathing 
which had become ragged. It turned me on so much to be this 
close to her, but I was afraid of what might happen if she felt 
my stiff member. I moved away from her, trying desperately to 
keep my cock under control.

	Every time there was a flash of lightening, Lessa would 
tense up, it seemed that she was trying to make herself small 
and hide. As the storm passed, I could feel her relax, and she 
stretched out slightly. As she did this, she moved closer to me 
and my still enraged cock was up against her thigh. For and 
instant she held still, and then she seemed to relax totally and 
lay back against me, lying right against my hard tool. I felt 
embarrassed but I couldn't move as my back was against the aft 
bulkhead. I hoped that she did not understand what was going on 
in my head and in my loins.

      Then she reached around behind her and slipped her hand 
around my cock. She slowly pulled, caressing the top of the head 
with the palm of her hand.  I couldn't believe what was 
happening.  From her gentle touch, it was obvious that she was 
practiced. She continued stroking me.
      
      After a couple of minutes she said, "Would you rub me 
too, Donny?"
      
      I slid my hand down between her thighs and then up to her 
mons, pushing the shirt up. She gave a little sigh and wrapped 
her leg over mine, spreading her legs for my probing hand. I 
slid one of my fingers up and down in her slit, feeling her clit 
harden. My cock was rock hard against her rear. She let go of my 
cock and held my hand harder against her pussy. I pushed my 
finger into her vagina, just up to the first knuckle. Her pussy 
felt tight, but my finger sled easily into her. As I caressed 
her pussy, she began to breathe deeply and started humping into 
my hand. After a few minutes I pushed her away and lay her on 
her back. I pulled the shirt off of her and gazed at her. In the 
dim light, I could see that her nipples had hardened and her 
pussy lips were swollen. Again I started fingering her pussy 
while she rubbed my cock, reaching across herself so she could 
use both hands. I leaned over and sucked gently on one of her 
nipples, then the other. While I knew that there was no way my 
9-inch manhood could enter her ten-year-old pussy; I desperately 
wanted to rub her clit with my cock. I turned her so that we 
were again like spoons, but this time I slid my cock between her 
legs from behind. She reached down and grasped it, pulling it up 
against her pussy. She started humping back and forth so that 
the back of my cock rubbed against her clit. Her lips were 
spread apart; her dampness lubricated her movements.  Meanwhile, 
she was holding on to the head of my cock with both hands, 
pulling and rubbing. I gently rubbed and pinched her nipples, 
which stood out from her chest like small strawberries.  As her 
breath came in gasps and a little cry escaped from her mouth, I 
shot my load into her hands. My cum added to the wetness, making 
it smoother for her to rub her clit against me.  She started 
humping faster, groaning quietly and building. She broke out in 
a sweat as her body shuddered in orgasm.  I came for the second 
time in three minutes, my heart pounding in my throat. After 
this I used my shirt to wipe up the cum which had soaked her 
hands and pussy and we fell asleep as the last of the thunder 
faded into the night.
      
      I woke up early the next morning, just as the sun was 
brightening the clouds on the eastern horizon. I went forward to 
the galley and made coffee, all the while with my head spinning. 
My feelings swung back and forth from elation to guilt to wonder 
to fear. I sat in the cockpit and contemplated what I should do 
next.  The worst that could happen would be the embarrassment of 
a family rowe. I am American, the boat is in Jamaica, and the 
girl is French and lives in Britain. There were just too many 
conflicting laws involved for any legal problems. Also, I had 
had my nuts cut after my second kid was born-I was shooting 
blanks.
      
      I heard Lessa moving around below, the door to the head 
closed, then opened. She came on deck carrying a cup of coffee. 
I still wasn't used to the idea of a child drinking coffee. She 
was still naked (so was I). She walked up to me and gave me a 
kiss on the lips. I reached up as she pulled away and grabbed 
her jaw. I pulled her face back to mine and we played the first 
game of tongue tag. Again, I was amazed at how so young a child 
could be so grown up.
      
      After she had sat down and we had exchanged the usual 
"good mornings" we sat in silence for a few minutes. The pause 
was too much and I had to talk to her.
      
      "How are you feeling?" I asked.
      
      "Wonderful."
      
      "Ah, are you alright?"
      
      Lessa looked straight at me, "Everything's fine, Don."
      
      "What do you feel about last night?"
      
      "I really liked it. You made me feel so great. I've 
played like that with Josh, but you made me feel so much better 
than he does," she said.
      
      "So you've done it with Josh?" It made me feel relieved 
that I wasn't the first to have contact with her. "What all have 
you done?"
      
      "Nosey!" she giggled.
      
      After some conversation and conjoling the whole story 
came out. One night she had gone into her brother's bedroom 
looking for something. Everyone had gone to bed; she had been 
reading in her room. She was surprised to see her brother lying 
in the closet. He had his penis out and was stroking it. It was 
the first time she had ever seen an erection. He hadn't heard 
her. He seemed to be looking through a crack in the wall. Lessa 
didn't know what to do, so she quickly left. As she passed the 
master bedroom, she heard her stepmother moaning while her 
father laughed quietly.  The next day she checked out the closet 
and discovered that there was an opening into her parent's 
bedroom.
      
      A couple of days later she became aware of the sounds of 
love making in her parent's room. She went down the hall and 
peeked into her brother's room. He was asleep, so she crept to 
the closet and peered through the crack in the wall. Her step 
mom was straddling her father's hips, slowly moving up and down. 
He was rubbing and kneading her breasts. She had her head thrown 
back; her blond hair fell down her back. After a few minutes she 
bent down and started rocking back and forth. Lessa could see 
his penis as she rocked forward. It disappeared as she rocked 
back.  Her dad sucked on her tits. The rocking became faster and 
faster until they both gasped and collapsed.
      
      Over the next few weeks, Lessa and Josh became regular 
spectators to their parent's lovemaking.  Soon the exposure to 
the raw, live sex scenes lead to some exploring. It started when 
Lessa felt Josh's stiff penis against her while they lay 
together. She made some fun of him, embarrassing him about his 
normal reaction to the entertainment. A few days later she saw 
him masturbating when she came into the bathroom. He was cumming 
and his jiz was running down his dick and hand. He looked up 
with a shocked expression; she quickly closed the door and went 
down the hall.
      
      The next time they lay together in the closet, she could 
tell he was excited but he was being very careful to hide it. As 
a joke she reached under him to touch it. To her surprise, he 
rolled on his side so she could feel it. They stopped and looked 
at each other. Then Josh gently pulled her hand to his penis. 
She grasped it but didn't know what to do. He showed her how to 
stroke it. After a few minutes he came, squirting cum on her 
nightgown.  Over the next few days, before Josh left for 
boarding school, they "played together" a few times more. As 
far as I could tell, this play usually involved Lessa giving 
Josh a hand job while they watched their parents.  Later she 
would masturbate by herself in her room.
      
      That evening I sat up on deck until late. Lessa had gone 
to bed earlier. I was not sure about what had happened the night 
before. It was the most wonderful experience and felt so right, 
but this was my niece and she was just ten years old. I was 
afraid of what my brother would do if he found out, I was afraid 
of what she had awakened in me. After what she had told me, I 
knew that she didn't feel bad about it-in fact, she enjoyed it. 
But there was a difference between some sex play with her 14-
year-old step brother and sex play with her 40-year-old uncle. 
When I went below I found her asleep in my bed, the picture of 
innocent childhood. I climbed in next to her and we slept well 
through the night.
      
      I woke up alone. The sun was up and, through the porthole, 
I could see that it was another beautiful day in paradise. I lay 
back and savored the moment. Lessa came into the cabin; naked as 
the day she was born. Through the sheet, it must have been 
obvious that my cock was swollen, as it usually is in the 
morning. Lessa reached down and started stroking it through the 
sheets and gave me an incredible wet kiss. Next she pulled the 
sheets down and straddled me. She started rocking back and forth, 
using my rock hard member to rub her clit. I reached down and 
around her ass and started fingering her pussy hole. As she 
rocked up and down, I moved my middle finger in and out of her 
pussy.  She kept up the frontage, her breath matching her 
rocking. It was really different to have such a light weight on 
me. I was so turned on by the feeling of her little body against 
mine. She rocked faster and faster as I started humping against 
her. Soon she grunted and caught her breath as she came. At the 
same time I shot my cum between us, on both our bellies.  She 
rolled off me, laughing. She wiped the cum off with her belly 
and smeared it on my chest. Then she jumped up and ran out of 
the cabin. I heard a splash as she dove over the side for a swim.

