   Pedo. Incest.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Do not think reality could 
ever feel like this. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  Little Goddess I
   by Pedro Feelya
   
   My niece is a goddess. My sister named her Diana, but probably not after Diana the Greek goddess of the hunt. I 
always tease Diana about it. I am always looking for stories about the Greek goddess. I read them to my niece. I know 
it sounds corny, but its just one of the games we play. My niece pretends to hate it when I call her a goddess, but she 
obviously loves the attention. 
   Diana is eight years old and absolutely perfect. Like most active children she has the body of an athlete. All muscle, 
wiggly and squirmy, and with endless energy. She has long straight dark hair, and piercing dark brown eyes. I guess 
she is somewhat of a tomboy. She doesn't like dolls and wants to be a cowgirl.
   I may be just her uncle, but I love her more than anything on earth. Her innocence, sincerity, and kindness are 
refreshing, like a cool breeze on a hot day. All her emotional problems can be fixed with a quick game of tag. 
Whenever I am stressed or depressed, I can always count on her to cheer me up. We play together every chance we get. 
   Diana's father was a scumbag rockstar wannabe, who could not hold a job, and he thought he was way too cool to 
have any family responsibilities. Diana never really knew him. He disappeared shortly after she was born.
   My sister is twenty five now. She works for very little money, for a workaholic veterinarian in our small town. This 
means she is often called in at all hours of day or night. When she is not working, she is busy dating an endless string 
of losers in search of a decent husband. She lives with our parents in their very large house. Actually, it's a small ranch.
   I am twenty three and still take a few classes at the local community college, trying to finish up my degree. When I 
was sixteen, I sort of staked claim to one half acre on the farthest side of the fifteen acre ranch. There I built a small, 
but fully finished, apartment type house for myself. My father is an electrician, and I work with him for ten to twenty 
hours a week when he needs me, and that gives me enough cash for food, gas, and whatever I want. Mostly I am 
expected to care for the ranch in exchange for rent. 
   I should be dating more, but I got caught up in a bad relationship with a druggie that took everything out of me. I 
am still of the opinion that most available women are drug using, whopper eating, welfare recipients, who are too fat, 
and watch too much Oprah Winfrey and are obsessed with all their internal emotional problems. That's why they are 
available. Maybe, I am a little bit bitter.
   Diana and I spend most of my free time together. One day we were playing a card game called Uno. We lay on the 
carpet in my house. Diana is really good, having played since she could hold the cards. When she won she would make 
me do something like jumping jacks. When I would win I would do something really cruel like make her draw a quick 
picture of herself. It was tough coming up with new things to make the loser do.
   One time she won and she giggled and said, "Kiss my butt". I love her deeply and would do anything just to make 
her giggle. I immediately said, "Eww', but before she could change her mind I said okay. 
   She was wearing tight sweatpants. She stood in front of me and turned around and bent over slightly. Sitting on the 
floor, my face was level with her cute, plump, and perfectly shaped butt. I grabbed those muscular bulges with both 
hands and growled, nipped, and smacked my lips loudly. All the while, I squeezed her butt cheeks with both hands. She 
squealed and then almost choked from laughing so hard. 
   We wrestled almost everyday, and I had often placed my hands where they shouldn't go, but she had never noticed. 
We wrestled too vigorously for things like this not to happen. It had never been more than incidental contact, so I had 
never had time to get turned on. I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed. 
   This time, though, I became conscious of how sexy her butt felt in my hands. I felt a small flame light in the bottom 
of my stomach. I knew that I shouldn't have felt that way. I figured it was just an accident. I did like the feeling. 
   Several games later she wanted it again. That warm feeling ran through me again. This was my niece and my best 
friend. I shouldn't be feeling the wonderfully naughty heat. But at the same time, I wanted more.
   I also wanted to challenge her a little. This time I said, "OK, but you have to show me your butt." 
   I am an average super horny twenty three year old. I treasured the sight of any naked female body. Besides, I had 
changed her diaper until she was three, how naughty could that be. 
   Diana said that wasn't fair. 
   I had won my little challenge so I smiled smugly. Diana put her hands on her hips and chewed on her lip. She 
should have backed down. Instead, she stood up, turned around, and hooked her fingers into her sweat bottoms and 
underwear and pulled both down to reveal about three quarters of her butt. Then she bent over and stuck out her 
wonderful white butt into my face. 
   I grabbed both bare cheeks and my thumbs slid deep into the crack below, and I was in heaven. I roared and 
snarled, nipped and sucked, and massaged and licked for a good two minutes while she almost couldn't breathe from 
squealing and laughing so hard. 
   It had been a long time since I had sex and even masturbating three times a day was little relief. Feeling her bare 
butt would fuel my imagination for weeks. My dick hardened in my jeans.
   I thought I had gone too far. Now I felt the guilt wash over me. I had broken some sacred trust between us. 
   Diana stood and pulled her pants back up. Tears had formed in her eyes and she was still panting hard from 
laughing so hard. When she turned and saw the serious look on my face she quieted and gave me a funny concerned 
look.
   Soon we were playing again and it was forgotten. Diana won a few more games then again said, "Kiss my butt."
   She stood and turned and dropped her pants all the way to her knees, then bent over so deeply that I could plainly 
see her cute pink little butthole.
   It was unusual to have the same task repeated so often. I didn't know how to refuse to do it without alerting Diana 
to how bad I had been. Her tiny pink butthole stared at me and fascinated me as she shivered in eager anticipation.
   I swear to God that I couldn't help myself. I grabbed both butt cheeks as I had before and began to nibble and snap 
at them, with lots of noise. But, now I also kissed and sucked them more. I even ran my tongue down into the crack a 
little bit.
   I also found that my thumbs had slipped down and between her legs. They could feel the pillow softness of her 
pussy at their tips. I didn't know if she noticed or could feel pleasure down there. I didn't dare push further.
   I am not sure how long I did this, but I became aware that my hands were supporting more of her weight than her 
legs were. I stopped and lowered her onto her side on the floor. 
   Diana laid there, tears streaming from her face as she hiccupped for air. Her pants were down around her knees and 
she rolled onto her stomach to hide her pussy from me. She had never asked me to stop, but I was sure that being 
tickled so intensely had taught her a lesson. I didn't think she would ask for it again. 
   I was wrong.
   For several days after that, it became her favorite thing to win in our games. She would demand it, turn around and 
drop her pants all the way to the floor, and assume the bent over position. Each time my tongue would travel deeper 
into the crack of her ass, my thumbs would travel further up her puffy pussy lips, and she would bend over more. Pretty 
soon she stopped laughing so much and I stopped making so much noise and biting. This was a better kind of fun. 
   Then, I won a game and I said that I got to spank her now. I had done this lots of times. The slaps were always soft 
and ceremonial. The real punishment was me telling her what a bad girl she had been. It was wonderful fun with her 
denying and protesting everything, and pretending to be in pain. 
   But this time, I said she had to have a bare bottom. I thought she would argue. Instead, she quickly dropped her 
pants to the floor and almost dove across my lap. With her warm bare body pressed to me, my cock quickly hardened 
between us.
   The slaps were even more ceremonial now, and every slap came with a brief squeeze. I was concentrating so hard 
on touching her cute and pert little butt that I forgot to tell her what a bad girl she was. She didn't bother protesting or 
faking pain. 
   She probably could feel my hardon pushing up into her tummy. She didn't laugh, and I could tell she didn't want 
me to stop. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but it was just a little bit of naughty fun. I could always stop at any time. I 
wondered how far she would let me go. My squeezes on her butt cheeks were becoming more like massages. I then ran 
one finger down between her legs, gently brushing her pussy lips. 
   After a couple minutes I let her up and neither of us was laughing. I couldn't look into her face and she didn't look 
into mine. But, we played a couple more games, and then she quietly asked me to spank her again. That afternoon we 
did it several more times with at least one or two of my fingers slipping down to rub her pussy. I was sure now that she 
was enjoying this.
   
   The next day, Diana was helping me feed the horses. Taking care of the horses was her favorite chore. She was 
wearing her cowgirl outfit of a jeans skirt and red flannel shirt. When I threw the last sheaf over I turned and Diana was 
looking at me while chewing her lip. She looked at me shyly and quietly asked if I would kiss her butt. 
   We hadn't played a game. She hadn't won anything. This was kinda serious.
   I smiled and said that I would love to. Diana climbed up on two bales of hay, dropped her pants, and bent over till 
her hands touched the hay. Her bare naked butt stood up high in the air and her butt cheeks spread just enough to show 
her tiny circular butthole and her hairless pussy slit below. I noticed she hadn't worn any underwear. She had planned 
this.
   As I looked at her butt, I didn't see my niece. I didn't see a cute little girl. I could only see the object of all my 
desires eagerly and expectantly waiting for me. I lightly and slowly started the massage while gently kissing and 
licking each butt cheek. There was no laughter and she pushed back against my hands. I then spread her cheeks and 
circled my tongue around her butt hole. She flinched a tiny bit then exhaled a long sigh. 
   This had become terribly serious, and neither one of us could stop. I licked that ever so sensitive spot between her 
butthole and her pussy and stuck my tongue into the bottom of her pussy just a tiny bit. I then planted a gentle kiss 
directly on her butthole. She didn't even flinch. I didn't taste anything bad, nor would I have cared. I sucked on it for a 
while, feeling it contract and pulse. I then slowly, with lots of saliva, started to push my tongue against her most secret 
of forbidden places. 
   Diana started to say, "ooh, ooh, ooh" in a quiet voice and that was the sexiest thing I will ever hear. 
   My wriggling tongue did not get very deep and two minutes later I slowly stopped and backed away. Her hands 
must have been killing her, being bent over for that long. My dick was killing me, trapped at an awkward angle in my 
jeans. I also didn't want to scare her with any more. 
   I should say that I felt guilty and ashamed, but I had enjoyed myself too much and I know she did too. To reassure 
her, I told her that we better get our work done and we could play later. 
   For the next hour her hand kept wandering to her butt and crotch. She had an itch that she could not scratch. I had 
made her horny and felt a little guilty and sympathetic for her. I knew real well what it was like to be horny. I kept 
trying to sneak peeks under her skirt, even though I knew she would now show me anything I wanted.
   After an hour she got real quiet then asked, "Can we do it again?"
   I loved her so much I could not even consider not making her happy. I also knew that ass play would only make the 
horniness worse. I suggested that I could kiss her pee pee. Her eyes got wide and her mouth opened. I am sure she was 
considering how good that would feel. She just nodded. We went to my place and into my bedroom. 
   I told her to get on the bed and without being told, she took her bottoms off. With a slight motion I indicated her top 
too. Without hesitation she pulled her shirt off. 
   My niece lay there; her featureless body was a study in absolute perfection. Not a blemish or a scar. No baby fat 
and no body hair. Her proportions were perfect, a miniature model of adult perfection. Except for the absence of 
breasts, you could not tell that she wasn't a movie star. I know that it was my imagination that her body seemed to 
radiate and shimmer with desire. I know I desired and loved her with every fiber of my being. I also knew that it was 
not my imagination that she wanted this almost as much as I did. She would probably be learning to masturbate soon, 
and what I was about to do wasn't really all that different.
   I purposely kept my clothes on. I wasn't sure I could control myself. This was her time, only for her. 
   I leaned all the way over the bed and gently touched her nose with mine. My body mostly covered hers. I couldn't 
resist pleasuring her body with all the skills I had ever learned. I began to gently kiss her lips, dragging my lips away so 
that she would chase them, trying to prolong the kiss. 
   When we kissed, it was as lovers, not a student and teacher. Gone where all the memories of Diana as a baby. She 
was no longer a blood relative, and I was no longer her guardian. What lay before me was a tiny female body that 
burned with desire and love. God help me, I wanted to rape her little body and take from it all of the pleasure my body 
could handle. But, I couldn't violate such a perfect soul.
   When I began to kiss, suck gently, and breathe hot air on her neck, Diana started to make this whine that I cannot 
describe. I glanced up to see her head tilted back, her eyes were closed, and she had a look of intense concentration. I 
think she was trying to absorb every bit of the feelings coursing through her. I moved my head downward.
   Now, for the most teasing part, I quickly licked her hard little nipples and then gently blew on them to cool them. 
Her arms flew around my neck and dragged my head down so my mouth covered her right nipple. It was heaven to rub 
my tongue in random intricate patterns over her nipples and the skin around them. Her whining now was broken by her 
difficulty with breathing.  As always, her strength was surprising as she pulled my face tightly to her chest. I forced her 
arms away so I could continue my journey. 
   Diana had unconsciously spread her legs wide. The feeling burned into my brain that this was absolute proof of her 
unconditional desire for more.
   I repositioned my body so that I kneeled between her spread legs and reached under her shoulders to massage her 
back. I began to move my head across, then down her chest and across her tummy using gentle love bites and dry 
kisses. As my hands moved down to massage her lower back and hold her just above the hips, I became keenly aware 
of her puffy mound of Venus below my chin. The thick hairless lips hid a pussy that had no idea what was coming. 
   I lifted my head and moved downward. The valley of the inside of the thigh, beside the pussy, is full of pleasurable 
nerves. Just kissing the inside of her pelvis caused her back to arch like only a ballerina can do. When I began tonguing 
it hard, she made a sound like a soft quiet scream. 
   For the part that would make me a bastard and condemn me to hell, I began to lick heaven on earth, between her 
legs. My tongue traveled the length of her sacred valley from the bottom to the top. It forced it's was way slightly into 
the crack between. My saliva gushed and my tongue tingled from a taste too sweet to have been real.
   Diana's hands started pulling her hair and clawing the covers. The soft hairlessness of her skin between her legs 
caused indescribable feelings in me. There is no other sensation like it. And that was just the outside of her pussy lips. 
   Her legs had spread impossibly wide, but when my tongue first parted those lips, her legs slammed together, 
trapping my head, and the first words she spoke were, "Oh my God". Her voice was husky, sexy and mature. 
   Sliding between her clenched legs, I ran my tongue the whole length down the valley again. I then flicked my 
tongue over her perineum and pushed it hard against her butthole briefly. My tongue then wiggled gently all the way up 
again, parting her pussy lips even more. 
   Diana kept repeating over and over again, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." Before I could even find her 
clitoris, her every muscle spasmed and she froze stiff. 
   I was shocked and surprised; I thought she was too young to orgasm. She even stopped breathing. I knew enough to 
stop direct stimulation, but I kept kneading and massaging her back. This had become much more serious than I had 
intended.
   I have always felt that I am not really a man unless I can make a woman orgasm at least three times, and this should 
be no exception. Besides, I didn't want her to have time to think about what happened or question her body. Besides 
that, I didn't really plan this and I always made love like I might never get the chance again. 
   As soon as she started breathing again I started lightly kissing the top of her Venus mound. She was still able to 
relax a little bit. 
   Diana mumbled a little bit, but nothing coherent, so I figured she was ready for round two. It was time to play with 
the little boy in the boat. I wished I had a tiny tongue so I could find her clitoris better, but I knew where it should be 
and I am sure by her reaction that I hit it time after time. My saliva still gushed and I had no idea if the any of the 
sloppy wetness was hers. My tongue wiggled, circled, and licked at the top of her sacred valley. 
   It was like she was being hit by lightening. She would spasm her whole body for an instant, then collapse and 
spasm again. The, "Oh my God," had now been shortened to, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." and she was getting louder. 
She was wriggling and bucking, forcing my tongue hard against her clitoris. She came almost too quickly and I hadn't 
forced it. Her body froze up and again and she stopped breathing. Far more quickly she relaxed and began gasping 
again. 
   Now I wanted to put the icing on the cake. I can't play music, but a woman's body can be an instrument, and I can 
make it sing. I began playing with my tongue in her pussy hole. My intent was not to penetrate, I wanted to never hurt 
her, but I wanted to explore everything. This built her orgasm up slowly. When I penetrated and licked her butthole, it 
was a different kind of pleasure and her orgasm would subside. I would tongue her clitoris and it would rush her to the 
top, and I would have to kiss her inner thighs until she came back down. At some point her "Oh God" had turned into, 
"Oh Guh, Ho, Ohoh, ungh, God God, Oh Woah Oh". I kept her like that for over ten minutes before I threw her over 
the edge into oblivion. Her body didn't hardly spasm. It was probably too tired. When she started to come around she 
started flopping her arms and mumbling softly. I curled her up on the bed and lay behind her, wrapping myself over her 
naked body. Within a minute she was sound asleep.
   Too soon I had to get up and get back to work. I looked down at her glowing body. I was so proud of my little 
goddess. I had been so privileged to share the most wonderful thing that she would always remember. If the police 
came now and arrested me, then I would be the happiest man in prison. 
   A couple hours later I woke her up to take her up to the main house. She was too groggy to speak and I got her 
dressed and carried her up to the main house. I took her in and sent her upstairs. I lied and told my parents that I had fed 
her and that she wasn't feeling well and had fallen asleep at my place. 
   The next morning I woke up terrified. I didn't care what happened to me but I was terrified that I had scared her 
and she would be afraid of me. 
   All that day she didn't come to see me and I wouldn't disturb her. It was the worst day of my life. I was afraid that 
she wouldn't be my little goddess anymore. I worked hard that day and toward evening I tried to lose myself in a 
computer game. I missed my little Goddess. 
   It was almost dark when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I opened the door and my heart stopped beating. 
She was standing there with a look I couldn't read on her face. 
   She looked into my eyes and very, very quietly pleaded, "Please, can we do it again?"
