             "Tying up Uncle Phil"
              by Pedro Vila

   Petra and Ricki were two playful and open little girls. They had been friends since before they could remember, which wasn't too long ago. Petra, the younger one, was almost past seven years old. Her hair was brown and down past her small shoulders and would have a bret or hair tie in it most of the time. She was thin and breakable looking but had allot of spirit in her. Her expressive mouth, always moving, had a rubbery look to it sometimes. She was a joy for me to behold.
   Ricki was a few years older and usually let Petra boss her around. Her hair, also brown, was thicker and cut strait above her neck with bangs. She wasn't much taller then Petra but a little more filled out. Ricki was quieter with her tiny, always closed mouth which helped accent her triangular face.
   I was their favorite uncle. I didn't live very far from them and my sister loved that I was so close to her daughter and cousin from her late husband and his late sister. They had never known him or her either. Petra was my niece but I loved Ricki just as much. I was the man around, I guess.
   My sister and I were very close, but she never suspected my secret longing for the younger of our female species. How could I tell her? How could I tell anyone? People freak out about those things.
   And before you jump ahead, I wasn't planning anything with those angels. You just don't go around jumping little girls. This is a time for them to play. I don't think they'd enjoy my dark desires anyway.
   So I just get great comfort just to be around these two magnificent creatures, it's more then I hoped to ever have for real. Besides, when you're this much family, you get to see and hear some pretty intimate details.
   And I love the smell around them. It makes me heady.

   I don't remember what movie they saw, but sure enough we were going to play it. Sis had left to run errands, like always. I would have most of the day with these sweet flowers and was looking forward to being there alone with them. Not because of anything I would do, but just so I could relax and not have to be on guard with adults around.
   Anyway, the movie had something to do with someone being captured on an island by pirates or something silly.
   I got captured because there were two of them, and they were a team.
   I let them lead me to a bedroom, Ricki's, and Petra tied my hands to the bottom of a bed post and ordered my to lie on my back with my hands above my head. Then the two girls bounced on my middle, chest, and hips, ending with their enjoyment of riding my bouncing knees. It tired me out but they loved it.
   Nobody thought to untie me.
   It was Petra who realized that, tied up, she could let loose some mischief on me. I pretended to be helpless and mildly protesting as she tickling my face while straddling my upper chest. Her eye's gleamed but I had no idea what she would do next.
   Petra sat on my face. Not clumsily either, but dress lifting, crotch centering, cotton panty covered little girl area right dead center over my mouth. If I had been worried because someone was home, I would have reacted poorly and ended the game, leaving the girls feeling like they had done something terrible. Only, I was surprised for too long and then it was too late to make a big deal about it.
   Instead, I made muffling noises like from a comedy and Petra giggled with delight, grinding herself down over my mouth and nose. I couldn't see what Ricki was doing but all thoughts left when I got a good whiff of the most heady aroma I had ever experienced. I felt higher then a kite and the room seemed to spin a little.
   Petra's tongue came out the side of her mouth when another idea hit her. Smiling, Petra reached down and pulled her panty to the side and I found my open mouth having full lovely contact with her most intimate regions. I looked up at her, wide eyed and startled but she was biting her lower lip and looking at the ceiling.
   Time seemed to stop for me.
   I felt her vulva was open and centimeters from my trembling tongue. I could not let this once in a lifetime opportunity pass. Gently, looking up at her for any sign of trespassing, I touched my tongue up to her special lips, and ran it gently along to a nub that must have been her tiny clit. I was actually pleased with the slightly salty, not very well wiped taste there. Petra made a half hearted gasp and looked down at my face. I pulled the tongue back and watched her a little fearfully.
   "You have'ta keep doing that." she said, very seriously. "Your my prisoner. You have'ta do what I say."
   I was the model prisoner. I tasted her again and had to suppress a shudder of nervous excitement. I explored her very slowly and cautiously and was rewarded with Petra leaning back and sighing when I nudged her little clit again.
   I came instantly in my pants.
   I almost reached down to see if I had leaked through and stopped myself in order not to draw any attention to it. But I had loosened my tie to the bed and was trying to rebind myself when Ricki said, "He's trying to get away!"
   Petra came right back up and held my arms down. I held still. Her leaning forward had accidently forced my tongue into her tight little entrance. Her beautifully wide open mouth formed an "O" and a funny look came over her. Out came her tiny tongue again and it seemed to try to escape her little mouth from every direction. It was fantastic to watch.
   My desire flared up more, despite having just ejaculated. I decided to through caution to the wind and went for it. My tongue hardened and firmly charted her every detail of her child's sex. Petra's head cocked sideways as I pushed buttons she didn't know she had.
   It didn't take long for it to be too much for her and she suddenly lifted off me. I darted my tongue back into my mouth before it became visually obvious what I had been doing. Then I saw Ricki. She had been sitting on the floor a little behind Petra and had watched everything. Her normally wide eyes were taking in everything fully and they turned to Petra.
   It didn't take long for Petra to recover and she announced, "Your Ricki's prisoner now." Then to Ricki, "You have to do what I did."
   Ricki wasn't sure what Petra did. Petra took the lead. Ricki was wearing pants and so Petra told her she had to take them off first. Then Ricki was in a purple shirt, panties, and lavender socks. My heart thumped loudly as the realization that I was now going to eat out Ricki washed over my senses
   Petra helped guide Ricki where to sit and what to do with the crotch part of her undies. Ricki was a little heavier and her legs firmer. Where Petra's thighs were weak and pliable, Ricki's were less forgiving and felt stronger. But the genitals were just as soft and giving.
   I ventured slowly with my tongue, aware that Ricki was more likely to chicken out. She stayed on my licking mouth until I was just ready to slide up between her sweet and salty lips, then she lifted herself off. She stood on her knees, over my vacated face and stayed there. She looked lovely from that angle.
   I could feel her breathing heavy. She must have been scared.
   I got scared too. Ricki would probably ask my sis about what was happening. My heart sank. Suddenly, a whole lot of trouble lay in my immediate future. I thought about running, then realized I had nowhere to go.
   I then accepted what I had done and figured I might as well take my lumps. In some way, I felt I would do it again if I had it to do over. And at least, nobody was traumatized.
   Petra leaned over to my face and was still in capture mode. "Before I let you go, you have'ta promise not to tell anyone." This was a shock. A way out! "Promise?" Petra asked.
   I nodded like a fool.
   "Good. Now you can go." and she untied my already untied hands.
   I was elated. Here I thought I would be the one in trouble and it was Petra who thought she might get in trouble instead. I made a vow then to never let this happen again. I had been given a second chance and I did not want to go to jail. Then it was time for them to go play something else, according to Petra, and suddenly I wasn't invited.
   They started to leave and Ricki gave my her wide eyed look on the way out. I was still a little worried she would still talk.  
   I needed time to get my head together anyway. I sat on the floor and heard in the hall, Petra telling Ricki not to tell either. Ricki agreed and I knew she was as good as her word.
   I knew these kids well.
   Better now then ever.
   
   I wasn't aware how long I sat on that floor, thinking about my experience, when Ricki came back in again.
   Alone!
   She shut the door behind her and stared at me with those huge, hazel eyes. I thought, uh oh. This can't be good.
   "Are you okay?" I sounded fatherly and friendly.
   Ricki stared for another half a minute and then went over to the jump rope that I had been tied up with. She carried it to the bed and got on.
   She continued to stare at me and after another minute, she pulled off her pants and panties as well, then gave me the jump rope. I thought I was supposed to be tied up again and remembered my recent vow. But then she said, "You have to tie me up now." and she leaned back with her short arms above her head. After a few seconds, she spread her milky white legs for me.
   I sat, stunned.
   I had waited to long to make a big deal out of it.