This is the first part of a multi part story and as such, lays the foundations for much of what is to follow. Because of that, the first part particularly, can always be a little slow and "lacking in action" as characters and setting are introduced. However, like I always say and if you've ever read any of my previous stories you will already know this, but the wait will be worth it...

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Wherever you live in the UK, it seems there's always one family like them. You know what I mean; living off benefits, never done a proper days work in their life, but always got a fag in their mouth and a can of beer in their hand. The front garden resembles a motor breaker's yard. The old man with more pictures on his skin than is hung in the Tate Gallery, the old woman with her bottle blonde hair and a mouth like the Blackwall Tunnel. Musing blaring out like it's a night club every day, shouting and arguing with one another.

I'm sure you get the picture, like I said, every road seems to have one in broken Britain.

In OUR road, it was the Thomson's

The Thomson's were OUR family, and they lived three doors down.

Occasionally, such families have a redeeming feature. Well, at least to someone like me they have, and that usually comes in the form of their offspring. The Thomson's offspring were there in abundance too, I'm pleased to say. I wasn't exactly sure how many of them there were at the start really, as I hadn't lived there that long and so I didn't have much to do with them.

Like I said, they lived a few doors from me and as much as I love kids, if you follow me, I kept myself to myself as far as they were concerned. The old man looked like he could be a bit handy, with his shaven head, piercings, tattoos and general attitude. He was built like a brick shit house as well. I didn't fancy him collaring me in the alleyway which ran along the rear of our gardens, because one of the girls had complained that I'd had my hand in their knickers, or my hands in the pants of one of the boys.

That's not to say that I didn't have a bloody good look whenever I could, as discreetly as possible of course. Especially in the summertime. They had one of those inflatable pools which they'd often put out up the back garden and I'd watch them from the safety of behind my net curtains where I couldn't be seen.

Their youngest, a little girl, would often run around stark naked. Sometimes, here slightly older sister would join her. She'd be just as naked as the little one or just in a pair of cute knickers. On occasions, the youngest boy would be running around in the nude too, or just a tiny pair of raggedy pants. I suppose they figured that as they were so young and no one could see them, it wouldn't matter too much. The older ones often played in the pool with them too, but they usually wore swimsuits, bikinis, shorts or tight little swimming trunks.

That's not to say they didn't look good either. The girl who appeared to be the oldest of the brood always wore a skimpy little white bikini and looked absolutely fuckable. I didn't know her name or how old she was, but she had the most delectable little bum, a nice handful of budding little tit, and from what I could make out hidden beneath that bikini, her protruding mound looked smooth and was just crying out to be licked. Every time I saw any single one of them out there in their swimsuit, my cock would instantly harden and ache. Inevitably, it would lead to yet another fantasy involving Mrs Palm and her five lovely daughters, one or more of the Thomson kids, and my imagination.

I even bought myself a pair of binoculars and later on, a telescope, so that I could watch them closer. There was something about those kids that I found incredibly sexy and alluring, over and above others that lived locally.

I just couldn't put my finger on the reason why. Each and every one of them. Maybe it was their appearance.

They were always, well a bit unkempt really I suppose you'd describe them; you know a bit raggedy and dishevelled. Their clothes always looked like they'd seen better days quite frankly and were ill fitting. The younger ones sometimes looked like they hadn't seen a bar of soap or any shampoo for days too. It was a shame because they were all pretty cute and good looking.

I'd have loved to be the one to bathe them, especially those three younger ones running around in their knickers, pants or the nuddy. Or the girl with the body to die for.

Oh alright I admit it. I'd fuck any one of them, but like I said before, I didn't much fancy 'Daddy Thomson' coming after me.

Funny that, he might not even be their Dad. You know what some families are like these days.

What's that old cliché... never judge a book by its cover?

That was certainly true of the Thomson family. The cover looked exactly like I imagined it to be. However, the book was much different, and the story within that book far beyond anything I could ever have imagined.

As is often the case with these sort of things, I found out what was really happening totally and utterly by accident, and was reminded of another old cliché, that truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. Not many!

It was a normal day, well kind of. For some reason my alarm clock had failed to go off. Oh alright then, I forgot to turn the bloody thing on if you must know. So consequently, I got up later than I usually did. Instead of being woken up by Frankie Valli or ELO like I usually do when my favourite oldies station gently tells me it's time to leave my erotic dreams behind, I was awoken by the sound of children playing, shouting and screaming.

The Thomson kids to be exact.

I glanced at the clock. It was gone 9. As a creature of habit, I'm usually up before 7am, wash, dress, ciggy and coffee for breakfast, and then writing by 8. Okay, in front of the computer by 8. Oh alright then... yes I check my emails, surf around, look at the news, download anything new for my vast collection, have ANOTHER coffee, followed by ANOTHER cigarette.... and THEN start writing.

Hopefully.

However, I'd already decided that today was a 'non-writing' day. I allowed myself a day here and there whereby I just slobbed out, lazed around, and quite frankly forgot about working and did sod all.

Today was such a day. I have to admit that my decision to have a non writing day was made the night before, just after the news when the weather forecaster said it was going to be another, hot summery day, with blue skies and lovely sunshine. That always made a little alarm go off in my head.

That meant that the pool would be out in the garden, which meant the Thomson's would be out in the garden too, which ultimately meant I would be spending a lot of my time with my binoculars trained on their cute little bodies. The noise seemed louder than usual and when I nosed out of my window, I realised why. It looked like the whole family was outside.

Fatty and baldy, I mean Mummy and Daddy Thomson, were out the front sitting on garden chairs, radio blaring, sipping cans of cheap lager and cider. I shuddered at the thought. Not only drinking alcohol at that time in the morning, but the thought of shagging that thing with its saggy tits that seemed to hang down to its knees, and an equally fat baggy arse stuffed into a pair of jogging trousers.

Jogging trousers?

I ask you.

It looked like it was years since she'd even seen her feet, and I doubt that she'd ever used them for jogging. How the fuck they had so many kids was beyond me. I thought you'd need a fucking sat-nav just to find her bloody fanny.... and they wonder why so many of us like the young ones!

Still, the fact that the eldest girl with the fit, tight little body was lying on a towel in the front garden was a great consolation. There were also two younger boys and two younger girls out front as well.

The boys were dressed in those long shorts that boys wear. One of the girls was in am pink bikini, the other in a yellow one piece swimming costume. Like little white bikini, I had no idea of names or ages, but they all definitely looked pre-teen. I think the pink bikini was a hand-me-down from the older girl, as it looked a little big on her; like the top was expecting a tiny pair of budding tits that had hadn't quite arrived yet.

The yellow one piece was the total opposite. Like it should have been on one of the younger girls, not that I'm complaining. It showed every little curve and bump of her sweet little body off to perfection, and whenever she moved, it kept rucking up the crack of her lovely little bum which she kept hooking back out with her index finger and pulling back out. Her delightful bum cheeks seemed to want to spend more time out of the costume than they did in it, which pleased me no end.

In the back garden were two more boys and the two youngest girls. The older boy was wearing shorts, the younger one just a pair of pants.

I was pleased to see the youngest girl running around stark naked and when the other slightly older girl appeared, so was she.

I decided that I would keep my eye on the back garden for a couple of reasons, but mainly because the two little girls had no clothes on of course. Plus, I wouldn't have to look at fatty. I hoped that ALL the kids might go into the back garden, but I was happy for the time being watching the current show.

The oldest boy was splashing around with the girls, in and out of the pool,l, and I could hear them squealing with delight. He was picking them up by their hands and dunking them bottom first into the water with a big splash. They seemed to be loving it.

The younger boy seemed content to be doing his own thing in his little pants, climbing up and whizzing down the little red, yellow and blue plastic slide. After a little while, he wandered off to the front garden looking for his Mum and Dad with his naked little sister in tow .

I watched as the older boy in the shorts picked his other sister up and gave her a big hug and a kiss, before setting her back down and they got into the pool together. It was nice to see a boy of that age, which I put at somewhere between 10 and 14, showing so much affection for his little sister.

I decided that this would be a good time to to make a coffee and grab a cigarette. Well I would have done had I any cigarettes left, so I just made the coffee. When I returned to the window, I was disappointed to see that they'd disappeared. I looked out the front and they weren't there either, so they must have gone indoors.

Now I can manage without a lot of things, however coffee and cigarettes are not included in that list, so I decided to take a little wander down to the convenience store at the end of the road. I grabbed my jacket, keys and phone before deciding to go the back way.

As much as I liked to have a good look at the cutie's in the front garden and the wares they had on display as I passed, I didn't fancy seeing fatty and baldy, so I slipped out the back and up the alleyway.

As I passed their back garden I did a discreet swoop with my eyes, but there was no sign of the boy or his sister.. The garden was littered with little toys. I saw the pool and the little plastic playhouse, but I didn't see any sign of them.

It was then that I heard their voices coming from the little plastic playhouse, and I stopped in my tracks.

'Oh go on Suze....' I heard a boy's voice.

Suze? I thought to myself. Susan? Suzanne? Susanna? That must be the girls name.

'It's too hot!' I heard the little girl complain.

'You can cool off in the pool again afterwards... oh come on!'

I checked around to make sure no one was spying on ME, before I loitered about, trying to look as casual as I could.

'Why don't you get Danni or Hannah to do it Frazer?'

'Cos they're out the front and you're here.... oh come on... you don't normally say no...'

He paused for a moment.

'I'll do it to you after...'

'Promise?'

'Promise!' the boy replied.

'Oh alright then...' I heard the little girl relent.

There was a little silence.

'Oh Suzy.... Suzy...' the boy sighed.

Suzy they called her, I thought, and the boy was Frazer.

I guessed that Danni, who was actually Danielle of course, and Hannah were the other two girls I'd seen out the front. I wondered what Suzy was doing with her brother in that playhouse, although I could hazard a bloody good guess.

They certainly weren't playing ludo.

I was going to stay and see what else I could hear, but thought I'd look a bit conspicuous hovering about, so I made my way back home and up to my bedroom as quickly as I could.

The strange thing was, although the playhouse had always been there, I'd hardly registered it presence. It had just been a large piece of red, blue and yellow vinyl held together with plastic rods with a little flap for a door. Well it would have been, had it not been ripped off. When I trained my binoculars on it, I realised that I could see straight inside it. Not only that, but I could see EXACTLY what little Suzy and her big brother Frazer were up to.

I was absolutely right.

They were definitely NOT playing ludo!

Had I not heard what had beforehand, I'd probably have been a little shocked. Not at what they were actually doing, but the fact it was them that was doing it.

But of course, I wasn't.

Instead, as I watched them in close up through my binoculars, I was turned on.

Very turned on.

So turned on, that my cock hardened instantly.

Naked little Suzy was on her knees in front of her older brother, who had his shorts around his own knees and his stiff little cock sliding in and out of her sucking little mouth.

'Fucking hell...' I said quietly to myself, 'she's giving him a fucking blow-job!'

And making a bloody good job of it too from what I could tell, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

His hands were on the back of her little blonde head as she moved it back and forth expertly, up and down the length of his stiff little cock.

From what I could see, his balls were still nice an tight and hadn't descended yet. I couldn't see any hair development either. Mind you, I was some distance away of course.

His bum looked rather nice too.

Suzy's was a right little peach. A cute little white bum which contrasted with with the natural tan she'd acquired through running around in her knickers. Frazer had his eyes closed and his face was scrunched up in absolute pleasure.

I knew exactly how he felt.

I'd had my fair share of little girls on their knees with their lips locked around my hard cock too..

Little boys too for that matter.

He was fucking his little sister's mouth, thrusting his slim hips as she sucked him off like a whore up a back street. I was so focused on watching the action in the playhouse that I never noticed the younger boy and his little sister wander back into the garden until they actually entered the thing and came into the range of my binoculars.

'Oh fuck...' I mumbled to myself, 'sussed by little brother and sister...'

I waited to see the two little ones come running out screaming, but they didn't. If I was surprised by the older two, that was nothing compared to what was about to follow. The younger two simply sat down to watch, like it was the most natural thing in the world to watch their sister suck the cock of their brother.

The older boy then laid flat, and the girl who'd just sucked him squatted over her big brother's face. He then proceeded to lick her little pussy. From my position, I couldn't see particularly well, but it didn't take much to work out what they were doing as the two younger ones looked on.

My cock ached at this little sex show, with Mrs palm soon putting in another appearance to help relieve it.

To say I was stunned is probably the understatement of the year. It wasn't just the fact that Frazer and Suzy were performing oral sex on one another, although that in itself was a shocker. What totally took me by surprise was the attitude of of the two little ones. They acted like it was no big deal and was something that happened every day of the week.

Maybe it was.

What was it I overheard Suzy saying before?

I racked my brain.

'Why don't you get Danni or Hannah to do it Frazer?' she'd said.

Clearly the other two girls weren't averse to a bit of boy cock in their mouths either by the sound of it.

Maybe they were all at it?

I wondered if fatty and baldy knew. I had no real way of finding out either. That was until fate stepped in with some good fortune for a change, a few days later.

The lovely weather continued, and as I had my breakfast of a cigarette and a coffee, I heard a noise out front. I had a nose, as you do, to see fatty and baldy climbing into a 7 seat taxi with some of the kids. Obviously I had no idea of where they were going, but it never failed to amuse me how someone who didn't work, could afford taxis with quite regularity.. I supposed they raked in a fair bit in benefits, especially with the number of kids that they had. I had no real idea who who they'd taken with them and who they'd left behind either, although I did notice that fuckable little white bikini and little cock sucker Suzy wasn't amongst them.

As it was so nice, I decided that I'd take my laptop and sit outside to write in the sunshine. So I grabbed a bottle of ice cold water, my laptop of course, not forgetting my life saver cigarettes and headed out into the garden.

My creative juices were flowing well, helped on by the lovely sunny weather. It was one of my 'special' stories, as opposed to my regular 'normal' writing such as articles, novels and scripts. I always found the child sex stories much easier to write. They allowed my imagination to run wild and I could perform all manner of sex acts on cute, willing little boys and girls, which was of course, far removed from anything in the 'real' world.

Every so often, I could hear the sound of a bicycle going up and down the rear alley but because of the high fence I'd erected when I first moved there, I had no idea who it was.

It must have been about half an hour or so later, when I heard the sound of the bike skidding on the gravel in the alleyway, followed by a loud bang against my wooden fence. I then heard the sound of a wheel spinning freely and a child crying.

I jumped up, ran across my garden and opened my back gate to see it was little Suzy who had come off her bike. She was crying quite hard and I could see she'd not only grazed her knee quite badly, but bright crimson blood was trickling down her leg.

'Oh sweetie!' I said concerned. 'You okay?'

When I think back now, it was a bloody silly question. Just one look at her and you could see that she wasn't.

Suzy shook her head as she continued to cry.

I helped her up and then picked up her bike.

I knew the answer, but had to ask of course.

'Is Mummy or Daddy home?'

She shook her head as she sniffed.

'Only... only Caitlin...' she said through sobs as she struggled to breathe.

I wasn't sure who she was on about to be honest.

'Caitlin?'

'My big sister...' she informed me. 'She's 12'

Ah, I thought to myself. Fuckable white bikini. Now I knew her name. I was quite surprised she was only 12 too, as I'd thought she was a bit older.

'Have you any plasters indoors?' I asked the little cutie.

She shook her head.

'Don't fink so...' she replied tearfully.

'Well, we can't leave you in that state can we?' I said jovially. 'Do you want to come in with me and we'll clean it up and find you a plaster... that's if you're allowed to that is. I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble for going into stranger's houses...'

'S'okay...' she told me, 'they won't mind'

I grabbed her bike and and stuck it just inside my garden so that it wouldn't get pinched.

'Can you walk okay?'

I held her hand but she was having a bit of a problem and was limping the way kids do, so I picked her up and carried her.

It was the first time I'd seen her this close up and she was really adorable.

Dirty blonde hair which was cut short and rounded, with the prettiest, brightest cobalt blue eyes which were absolutely mesmerising.

She'd calmed a bit now and had stopped crying. Even though I'd already sussed her name out for myself, she didn't know that I knew, so I asked her.

'So what's your name sweetheart?'

'Susanna.... but most people call me Suzy!' she informed me. 'What's yours?'

'Peter...' I told her, 'although most people call me Pete... or Uncle Pete...'

'Can I call you Uncle Pete?'

'Course you can darling' I smiled at her.

Suzy smiled back.

'How old are you then?'

'Nearly 7' she told me. 'How old are you?'

I started to laugh.

'Much older than you!'

She was actually a very bright, chatty little thing, and I warmed to her immediately. For her age, she was also extremely articulate.

Mind you, in my mind's eye, all I could picture was her sweet cherry lips wrapped around her older brothers stiff cock.

'I seen you about a lot...' she told me, 'but you've never said hello to me!'

'Haven't I?' I replied, trying to sound surprised. 'A pretty little thing like you and I've never said hello?'

Suzy gave a sweet little giggle.

As I carried her in, I tried to find out a bit more about the family.

'You've got a lot of brothers and sister haven't you?' I said as I carried her through the back door and into the kitchen, plonking her down on my worktop.

'Eight!' she said brightly

'Eight?' I said with a funny look of surprise on my face, 'blimey, that's a lot! Still, at least you've always got someone to play with haven't you?'

Suzy nodded.

'There's Caitlin, she's the oldest. She's 12. Then I got two older brothers, Frazer and Philip, they're 11 and 10. Danielle is 9 and Hannah who's 8. Another brother Kevin who's just a bit older than me 'cos he's already 7... and I have a little brother Josh who's 5. My little sister is Ellie-May. She's nearly 4.'

'It's like the Brady Bunch!' I laughed.

'The what?' she asked.

I forgot she was only 6 and probably wouldn't have heard of them.

'It was a telly programme when I was little...' I explained. 'They had lots of children too!'

'Oh' she said with a slight giggle.

'Right then... let's dry those tears up and have a look at this leg of yours' I said jovially, handing her a tissue.

Suzy dabbed at her eyes before she raised her leg up.

I was able to see straight up her short, summer dress, her lovely thighs and her plump little pussy encased in a tight pair of kickers... sort of.

When I say 'sort of', what I mean is this.

Suzy WAS wearing knickers. White ones. Well again... sort of.

I guess they WERE white. Once. Now they were grey. Sort of.

As for 'sort of' wearing knickers, she did have knickers on, but they'd seen better days. Much better days.

The white elastic on the waistband was frayed and coming away from the cotton material. It was also doing pretty much the same on one of the leg bands too.

They were also worn, which resulted in a small hole through which I could see one of her little pussy lips.

I couldn't help but stare as my cock hardened. I desperately wanted to see those little lips properly, not to mention the rest of her, especially knowing what I now knew about her.

I wanted to lick her, suck on her hard little clit, stick my tongue deep inside her tight little hole and drink her sweet little girl juices. I wanted to feel those lovely little cherry lips of hers around MY throbbing, aching cock. I wanted to fuck her tiny throat. I wanted to cum in her mouth and over her pretty little face.

I wanted Suzy to suck my cock like I'd seen her suck her brother's.

I looked up and saw that Suzy was watching me closely.

Had she noticed where I was looking, or how much I desperately wanted to get into those greying,frayed stained knickers.

I looked at her cobalt blue eyes and her sweet, rear stained face.

Suzy smiled at me.

She knew.

Don't ask me how I knew that, but I did.

She knew I was looking up her dress.

She knew I was looking at her little pussy in those knickers.

She knew I wanted her.

It was something in the way she looked at me.

I knew... and she knew.

Not only that, but without a word passing between us, we both knew it was only a matter of time.

She raised her leg up as I held her little foot encased in a plastic jelly sandal without a sock

'No doubt about it...' I said solemnly, 'it'll have to come off!'

She just looked at me with a changed, worried expression on her face.

'Just kidding!' I laughed.

I saw Suzy physically relax as she realised I was just messing around.

'It needs to be washed though... is it sore?'

Suzy nodded.

'We need to go up to the bathroom where the stuff is...'I told her.

Suzy nodded again and put her arms out to be carried again.

'You want me to carry you?'

She nodded again.

'Come on then!' I said as I lifted her up.

As I carried her up the stairs, my hands were on her bum over her dress and I gently caressed it. Suzy never said anything nor did she make any protest about what I was doing.

'Wait here a tick...' I said as I put her down outside the bathroom, 'I need a quick wee first!'

I went into the bathroom and pushed the door to but didn't actually close it.

As I stood in front of the toilet bowl, I fished my hard cock out, willing it to actually soften enough for me to actually go.

Out the corner of my eye, I noticed the door slowly open a little bit.

Then I saw Suzy standing there watching me closely.

Without making it obvious, I changed my position to make sure that little Suzy got a perfect view of my cock as I pissed with a great amount of difficulty. Have you ever tried having a wee with a hard on?

When I was finished, I took my time and made a big show of shaking it, making it more of a wank than a shake, before I turned to ensure Suzy got another good look and then slowly put it away before washing my hands.

'You can come in now!' I called out to the sweet 6 year old.

Little Suzy wandered in, looking as innocent as anything as I got out the antiseptic, cotton wool and a first aid kit.

I ran some warm water into the sink before I put the toilet lid down.

'Plonk your bum on there darling...' I said as I tested the water to make sure it was neither too hot or too cold, and tipped in a little of the antiseptic.

I grabbed a chunk of the cotton wool and wet it in the sink, squeezing the excess out before kneeling down to her level.

'This might sting a little sweetie...' I warned her, 'are you going to be a big brave girl?'

'Uh-huh' she nodded as she opened her legs a little and then lifted her injured one up, resting her foot in my lap.

Once again, I couldn't help but look up her dress.

I dabbed the cotton wool on her grazed knee.

'Oww' she winced.

'Sorry poppet!' I said apologetically, 'I'll do it as gently and as quickly as I can'

I set about cleaning up her knee and then dried it. Once that was done, I saw it actually wasn't as bad as it had first looked, so I stuck a square plaster over it.

'There...' I smiled, 'all done! Do you hurt anywhere else?'

Suzy nodded, and then pulled her dress up to show an angry looking bruise at the top of her little thigh.

'Oww..' I said in sympathy, 'I bet that hurts?'

'Lots' she replied, 'the handlebar hit me when I came off...'

'Stand up sweetie' I said.

Suzy stood up and I lifted her up so that she was standing on the lid of the toilet.

'Right, let's have a proper look at it... see if there's anything I can put on it'

Suzy lifted her dress up to show me. She was totally unfazed by the fact that she was showing off her knickers or by the state of them. The bruise was almost inside the crease of her groin and was partially covered by by those little greying, tatty looking knickers.

'That looks a big one?' I said.

'It is... look!' she said, 'It goes right to here!'

She hooked her finger into the gusset of her knickers and pulled them to one side to show me where the bruise actually was.

'Wow!' I gasped, although I wasn't sure if that was in response to seeing the bruise, or her delicious, hairless little pussy slit.

I was pretty certain that it was the latter rather than the former.

So did little Suzy as she gave another, infectious little giggle, still totally unconcerned.

Before I had a chance to say anything else, she turned round and pulled her knickers down to expose her lovely little bum and lifted her dress up.

Half bending round she said 'I got another bruise here as well...'

She pointed to a small bruise on her bum.

'I did that last week though...' she giggled.

Was this little 6 year old coming on to me? I wondered.

I was just about to test my theory out when we heard her sister calling out.

'Suzy? SUZY... Where are you?'

She pulled her knickers back up and dropped her dress.

'I think your sister's looking for you sweetie' I said.

'She gets worried if she can't see me and don't know where I am. I better go and tell her!'

My heart started to thump.

'Er... what will she say if she knows you've been in my house?' I asked nervously.

'She'll be cool... she just likes to know where I am that's all'

'What about... you know... your Mum and Dad?'

'He's not my Dad... he's Brian. They'll be okay too... they won't mind'

'You sure?' I asked suspiciously.

'Yeah... honest!' she said as I lifted her down. 'Can I come back after?'

'Course you can sweetie!' I said, 'provided it's... cool?' I laughed.

'Wicked!' she said with a big smile. 'You've got a nice house. It's better than our cruddy place!'

'Thank you!' I laughed at her expression.

We made our way downstairs and I led her to the back gate where her big sister was starting to look a little concerned.

'There you are!' she said with relief. 'I told you before... if you're going into someone's house... tell me!'

'Sorry' I said, 'it was my fault...'

'I fell off me bike!' Suzy explained. 'Look!'

\She lifted her leg up and showed Caitlin the plaster.

'Again?' he big sister laughed.

'Caitlin isn't it?' I asked.

'Yeah' the 12 year old replied.

She was even more beautiful than I'd imagined when seen close up. Long auburn hair that seemed to flow down her back, pretty bright green eyes that seemed both innocent and knowing at the same time, and a perfect unblemished complexion.

She was dressed in a white t-shirt, clearly with no bra on underneath. Her tiny nipples were clearly visible, straining against the flimsy cotton material. She definitely ad a nice tiny handful of tit. Her denim shorts were so tight they looked like they could have been sprayed on. Her tanned legs were long, slim and smooth, and I found myself unintentionally staring at them followed by the area where her mound and pussy was.

I SO wanted to fuck this girl.

'I'm Peter... Pete to my friends. You're probably too old to be calling me Uncle Pete like Suzy here...'

'Oh... I dunno...'

Caitlin had that same, lovely infectious giggle as her little sister.

'I've only JUST turned 12!'

I laughed.

'You can call me whatever you like!' I winked at her. 'Is she okay in my place by the way?'

'Yeah course she is... so long as I know where she is!'

She glared at Suzy who looked suitably admonished.

'What about Mum and Dad?'

'They're cool with it. Don't worry. Your biggest problem will be stopping the others from wanting to come in too!' she laughed.

'Well I don't mind... but not all at once...' I laughed too.

'They can be a bit of a handful when they're all together. They tend to bicker and argue'

'I don't!' Suzy piped up.

'Oh so Kevin himself that black eye last month then?'

'He asked for that!' Suzy said defensively.

'Oh I'll have to watch you then...' I said to the little 6 year old, 'I don't fancy a black eye... or getting my ears boxed!'

Suzy thought this was hilarious and giggled uncontrollably.

'What time do you want her back?'

'If it was up to me... you could blooming well keep her!' Caitlin joked.

'OI!' Suzy looked up at her sister, fixing her with a cold stare.

'Just kidding... it don't matter as long as I know where she is'

I couldn't be absolutely sure, but I thought I saw a knowing little look creep across her face for a second.

'I can give her something to eat if you want?' I suggested.

'I got stuff for a sandwich for her...' Caitlin told me, 'but it's up to you'

'I can probably manage something better than that...I I said, giving Suzy a wink.

'Just let me know if you go anywhere okay?'

'No problem' I told her.

'Have fun!' Caitlin said as she bent down to give her sister a kiss.

As she did, I'm sure I saw her whisper something into her ear.

'Thanks for patching her up' Caitlin said before she leant over and kissed my cheek, which was a very pleasant surprise.

'You're both more than welcome' I replied.

With that, Caitlin turned to go back home. I watched her sexy little bum wiggle in those tight shorts as she walked away.

It made me want to fuck her even more.

'Right then Missy!' I said looking down at little Suzy, 'What shall we do? Do you like ice cream?'

The little 6 year old nodded furiously.

'Let's see if I've got any then... race you to the kitchen!'

Suzy was off like a greyhound out of a trap, her injured leg soon forgotten.

'Let's have a look...' I said once we were back in my kitchen.

'Can I sit back up there please?' Suzy asked, pointing to the worktop.

I lifted her up and sat her on it. I was just about to walk over to the freezer when Suzy called me.

'Uncle Peter?'

'Yes poppet?'

She crooked a finger beckoning me to her, so I wandered back over. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips.

'Thank you' I said, taken somewhat by surprise, 'that was nice. What was that for?'

'For looking after me when I came off my bike... and for being so nice to me!'

'Oh sweetie' I said kissing her back, 'you're welcome. Now to important matters... ice cream!'

'Yeah!' Suzy squealed as I opened the freezer.

I knew what was in there of course, but pretended I didn't.

'Oh no...' I said with a tone of disappointment, looking at the 6 year old, 'I haven't got any...'

Her expectant little face fell.

'Except this big carton of chocolate ripple!'

Suzy's face lit back up.

'Yummy... my favourite!' she squealed with delight.

'Mine too!'

I got it out, along with two bowls, two spoons and the scoop, before I moved back over next to where Suzy was sat on the kitchen worktop.

She watched as I put a big scoop of chocolate ice cream into each bowl.

'Shall we be greedy?' I said, leaning into her with a whisper.

Suzy smiled and nodded wildly.

I then put another big scoop into each bowl, before replacing the lid and putting it back into the freezer.

I handed the little girl her bowl and I stood next to her while we ate it.

Little Suzy made a right mess of herself with the brown ice cream all around her face, some of it trickling down onto her dress where it had melted.

'You enjoying that sweetie?' I asked a silly question.

Suzy nodded.

'It's yummy!'

I couldn't help but laugh. She really was adorable and I was really taken with her. As we ate, in between mouthfuls she told me all about her life. She was a right little chatterbox when she got going.

I found out she was in Mrs Wilson's class and her favourite lesson was when they did pictures with paints. Her favourite food was chicken nuggets (what else?), and she hated spaghetti. Her favourite colour was purple and she would be 7 next month.

'Look at the state of your moosh!' I said once we'd devoured the ice cream

I picked her up and carried her over to where the mirror was so that she could see the state of her face for herself, which sent her into a fit of hysterical giggles.

'I look like a Paki!' she said, pointing to her little brown face.

'Suzy!' I laughed, 'that's not nice!'

She giggled some more.

'Brian says they're the one...'

She suddenly stopped.

'The ones that what poppet?'

Hesitantly, she did an impression of him.

'... that have fucking ruined this country... send 'em all back 'ome... bloody terrorists the lot of 'em!'

'Suzy!' I said in shock at not only the use of the bad language, but the racist overtones as well.

She looked at me.

'What that's what he says...'

I couldn't help but laugh.

'You shouldn't swear like that...' I told her, 'anyway, I'm sure they're not ALL bad...'

'Brian says they are!'

Clearly I wasn't going to get anywhere or win this argument and in a strange way it was quite erotic to hear a 6 year old using words like that. I wondered what else she might surprise me with.

'Let's take you back upstairs and give your face a good wipe'

Once back in the bathroom, I ran some water into the sink again. When I turned round, Suzy had lifted the toilet lid, slid her knickers down and raked her dress up out of the way, about to sit on the seat.

'Oh...' I said taken by surprise, 'I'll... er... wait outside?'

'S'okay' Suzy smiled, 'I don't mind you watching me piss....' she said like it was no big deal. 'Me and my brothers and sisters often watch one another... there's always a queue in our house!'

'You sure you don't mind?' I double checked.

She shook her little blonde head before she started to show her true colours.

'You can come and have a closer look.... if you want?' she giggled, opening her legs a bit wider.

I didn't need a second or written invitation I can tell you, as I wandered over to her.

'If you kneel down here...' she giggled as she pointed in front of her, 'you'll get a better view...'

I knelt down in front of her as Suzy opened her legs a little wider and lifted her dress up higher to ensure I had a totally obscured view of her sweet, bald little pussy as the amber fluid began to slowly trickle from the tiny opening that was hidden between those luscious looking little lips.

As I knelt there watching her, I wondered how far Suzy would go with me. I also noticed that she'd used proper 'grown up' words like 'fuck' and 'piss'. I wondered whether these were just words she'd heard or actually used.

'Do you like watching me?' Suzy suddenly asked, brining me out of my thoughts.

'Honestly?' I asked.

'Uh-huh' she nodded.

'Yes. Yes I do darling... very much indeed. I think you're very pretty and extremely sexy!' I told her with a genuine honesty.

Suzy giggled.

'Do you like little girls?' she then asked.

Fuck. I wasn't expecting that one, and I wasn't really sure how to answer.

'What makes you ask a question like that darling?'

She remained quiet for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to say.

'You can tell me...' I said, coming a bit closer to her.

I noticed her flow had stopped, but she continued to hold her dress up and her little legs were still spread wide apart as her tiny hole winked in front of me.

'You can say or do anything while you're in here... I promise I won't say anything to anyone... not your brothers or sisters... Mummy or Brian... NO ONE... I promise!'

'Well...' she began with more than a little hesitation, 'Caitlin reckons you are one... but I'm not sure...'

'One what sweetie?'

'You know...' she said shyly, a paedo ... like...'

She stopped talking in mid sentence.

She was clearly worried about revealing WHO she was talking about.

'Like who Suze? I promise whatever you say, I'll never repeat whatever you tell me... cross my heart!'

I did the cross thing on my chest. I really wanted to know, as I'd never met another one in my life.

'Tell me darling...' I leaned in even closer and spoke in barely a whisper, 'a paedo like who?'

'I'm not allowed to say...' she said quietly looking directly into my eyes. 'I'm only allowed to tell another paedo... he said'

So it was a he.

I'd found out that much at least. If I admitted I was I wondered, would little 6 year old Suzy reveal who she was talking about....

End Of Part One