Cast of Characters

• John: Businessman, narrator, and chief protagonist.
• Amanda: John's wife; works with him in his office.
• Jenn: Amanda's sister
• Dawn: Jenn's daughter
• Bob: Dawn's live in boyfriend
• Summer: Dawn's oldest daughter, age four at the beginning of the story
• Cory: Dawn's second child, male, age two at the beginning of the story
• Barbie: Dawn's youngest daughter, age one at the beginning of the story

Chapter 1: The Fall of Summer

Dawn called, collect of course, to speak with her mother, Jenn, and there was an obviously angry exchange. Dawn was only 18, but the mother of three and living in squalid conditions in Odessa, Texas. Her live-in boyfriend, Bob, who had fathered none of the three children, was a wierd man who supposedly was a cross-dressing cowboy who dealt in drugs. Jenn was convinced that the only reason that Dawn continued to live with Bob was because she was addicted to drugs. Dawn was a previously beautiful girl who had become emaciated and malnourished over the past several years.

The telephone conversation was typical of recent exchanges between Dawn and her mother. Dawn had lied to her mother about leaving Bob in order to get some money. Jenn felt betrayed and angry about the conditions that her grandchildren endured while they stayed with Dawn. Around and around they went with accusations and threats. After she hung up, she finally decided that it would be necessary to take the children in order to protect them from disease. Also, there were unconfirmed reports of abusive and neglectful behavior. The children were obviously subjected to shouting and excessive corporal punishment, but that was as much as anyone knew or even speculated.

Jenn, however, had problems of her own. She had not completed high school, although she had passed a high school equivalency exam. Her work experience left her empty. Corner convenience stores and factory work were the only jobs she could get. She had no money. Her sister Amanda, my wife, discussed this situation with me and we decided to let her live with us.

My name is John. I am fairly well off with my own business and my wife manages the financial aspects, so she offered a position to Jenn together with room and board to get her back on her feet. Jenn's decision to take the children, therefore, left her with a dilemma. She had no place of her own to place them and my wife was reluctant to invite even more house-guests. Amanda has a good heart, however, and she could not stand by while her grand-nieces and grand-nephew lived in squalor.

After much discussion, Amanda finally asked Jenn if she wanted to have the children stay with us, at least until she could afford her own place. Amanda and Jenn went to Dawn's "house" and picked up the children after calling Child Protective Services and the sheriff's department. Despite Dawn's tearful and even violent objections, Jenn and Amanda left West Texas with three children and their meager possessions.

The three children arrived at my house tired and hungry. Summer, the oldest, was 4 years old and extremely bright. She and I already had a special relationship. For some reason (maybe that I didn't yell at her), she stuck by me like glue. Cory was two years old and didn't speak well, but was friendly enough. Barbie was the youngest, just one year old, and barely walking. We fed them and bedded them down that night, and they were out like lights.

My wife would never suspect that I was a closet paedophile. Even I have a problem admitting that. It is clear, however, that I find youngsters sexually attractive; particularly young girls. Other than having a secret collection of visual and written child pornography, I have never acted on these desires. My problem, as I saw it, was to find a way to gratify my sexual urges without compromising my marriage or my standing in the community. I lacked any idea of how to do this without being caught, leaving traces, or being betrayed by the child, even if the child were willing. I finally determined that any opportunity would have to be very carefully manipulated.

Over the next few weeks, my friendship with Summer grew even stronger. She loved for me to carry her and she would frequently sit in my lap as we all watched television. My wife was proud of my ability to get along with the children and attributed it to my kind and generous nature. Well, maybe so, but the incentive to "get along" was much darker than kindness or generosity. At any rate, I was reasonably satisfied with what little contact I could muster. It was particularly gratifying at night when I had only cotton pajamas and she was scantily clad in a nighty of thin synthetic material --with panties, of course. My biggest problem was hiding my raging hard-on when we went to bed. Amanda, fortunately, never noticed (or I was clever enough to hide it). She even benefitted indirectly because I was so horny I became much more attentive to her (while secretly visualizing the most obscene fantasies, mostly involving Summer).

One Friday night Amanda and Jenn retired early and Summer stayed with me in the living room watching television. Sitting in a armchair, Summer reclined on my lap sound asleep. I am not sure how she could sleep with an iron hard penis against her back, but she did sleep soundly. I gently lifted her upwards on my stomach to relieve some of the pressure and behold my cock popped out through the pajamas. As I let her ease back down, my cock slipped effortlessly between her silky smooth and hairless thighs and rested on her lower abdomen, separated only by the sheer material of her panties. The head of my cock actually reached under her nighty to bare skin. I grimaced with pleasure as I struggled to avoid cumming. If I were to cum, the mess would be impossible to explain and extremely difficult to hide. After a few moments, the ejaculatory urge subsided, but it still felt incredible. I checked to be sure that we were alone and then gently tilted my pelvis to slide my cock back and forth between her legs.

Suddenly my wife entered the living room from the bedroom. All I could think was "Oh, God, I've been caught!" I glanced down, expecting to see my turgid phallus sticking obscenly between Summer's legs. Instead, it seemed that her gown had completely covered the "evidence" of my lust. I could see the outline of my hard-on under the gown but Amanda didn't notice. As she past by the recliner she said "How cute!" She proceeded into the kitchen and poured a soft drink which she then carried towards the bedroom. As she passed for the second time, she asked "Will you put Summer to bed?"

"As soon as this show is over," I replied, realizing only to myself the double entendre.

"Ok. I'll keep the bed warm," she said as she walked back into the bedroom and closed the door.

After I had stopped sweating and my heart began to beat again, I looked at the sleeping girl on my lap. None of the movement or conversation had awakened her. I still had a raging hard-on not the least diminished by the close call. As she soundly slept, I again moved my cock to and fro between her smooth legs. Slowly and gently, but with my body as tense as it could be, I rubbed my cock over her panties and felt the head of my cock rubbing her stomach. As I imagined being inside her, the urge to cum became overwhelming. I began to shoot streams of cum, never altering my slow to and fro movements. After what seemed like an eternity, my eyes could open and I looked to see my cum soaking through the thin material of her gown on her chest and stomach. Still she slept. As my penis returned to its normal size, the cum streams followed it, soaking her gown down to and including her panties. I gently picked her up and turned her over, wiping my cock on her gown. I lay her face down on my chest and picked her up. She moved only slightly and wrapped her legs around my abdomen as I slowly stood.

Holding her this way, her skin stuck to her gown and her gown stuck to my pajamas. My half-hard penis hung below with a drop of cum hanging obscenely from the head. I carried her upstairs to her bedroom, which was used by her alone, and placed her on the bed. The semen was sticky and cold as I removed her gown and panties. I used the gown and some tissue paper to wipe up any traces of my cum from her belly and cunt lips where it had flowed as I removed her clothing. Parting her legs, I could see the tender puffy cuntlips coated with cum. It had even reached between the lips into the slit. That was an enormous cum! Her sound sleep never faltered as I cleaned her, and this gave me new ideas...

I found another gown and pair of panties and redressed her, temporarily regretting that I had to clothe that beautiful body. Part of me wanted more, part knew that time was critical to avoid getting caught. I still had no plan about what to do with the cum-soaked gown, but I could not let it dry or throw it away since it would be missed. I decided to wash it in the hall bathroom sink. I used Jenn's hairdryer to dry the gown and panties and then placed them in her dresser with the others.

I stood briefly and watched the sleeping beauty. Resisting the urge to caress her, I left the room and walked down the stairs towards the master bedroom. Fortunately, the room was dark and Amanda was snoring loudly. I undressed and threw my pajamas into the hamper before showering. As I entered the bed, Amanda turned towards me and said sleepily, "I love you."

"I love you, too," I replied before drifting off to sleep with dreams of Summer.

Similar opportunities seemed to never present themselves. I could hold her in my lap, but there was always someone around. And I didn't want to seem to spend too much time with Summer. I kept my aloof manner most of the time as I plotted and planned for events that didn't happen.

One day, I was at home alone with Summer, Cory and Barbie. We played games and they crawled all over me as children will do, but eventually, they tired and the younger ones went for naps. Summer and I sat on the sofa side by side and watched cartoons. We chatted some and I asked her about her life with Bob and Dawn. She was reluctant to talk about it though, so getting answers to my queries was like pulling teeth. I finally told her, "You know you can trust me and you can tell me anything. Did Bob or Dawn tell you not to talk about them?"

"Yes," she mumbled as she looked at the television.

"Look at me," I commanded. She looked into my eyes and I was again in love. "Did Bob hurt you?" I asked.

"No," she replied as she looked away at nothing, avoiding my eyes again.

I wasn't sure what question to ask, but I had a pretty good idea of what had happened by now. As I was trying to formulate a question, she began to talk. "He put his hands on my pussy. Sometimes he would lick it."

She looked at my eyes with a fear of rejection, as though she thought I would be angry with her. I gently cradled her with my arm and asked softly, "Did you like it?"

"Sometimes I did," she mumbled against my chest. "His moustache tickled me, and I didn't like that."

"Did he ask you to touch him?" I asked, wondering about whether the relationship was reciprocal.

"Yes," she said with her head against my chest.

"Where did you touch him?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She was quiet for a while and then, instead of speaking, she put her hand on my crotch, right over my partially turgid penis. With her head on my chest, she was looking right at her hand, and my crotch. It was an inspiringly erotic moment for me, but I did my best to retain my composure.

As I sat feeling the warmth of her hand on my penis through my pants, I gently rubbed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. Instead of removing her hand, she began to slowly rub it up and down. My cock responded by getting harder and longer, and she continued to rub.

"Is that how he wanted you to touch him?" I finally managed to ask.

"No," she replied, watching her hand move over my growing cock as it strained against my pants. It was clear that she was quite comfortable with the situation and trusted me completely.

"Well, how did he want you to touch him?" I asked, wondering if there were some peculiar way that Bob preferred to be touched.

Summer, instead of answering, sat up and removed her hand. I quickly regretted my question, fearing that I had offended her and missing warmth and gentle motion of her hand. Before I could think of anything to say, she undid my pants and unzipped them with an expertise that revealed experience. She put her hand around my exposed cock which both startled and excited me immensely. She again lay her head on my chest and resumed the up and down motions with her hand around as much of my cock as she could hold. As my exposed cock lengthened, the eye looked directly at her face from a distance of only inches and she returned the gaze unflinchingly. Drops of clear pre-cum began to ooze from the eye as she continued her massage. She rubbed her fingers over the head before returning her hand to the shaft and resuming her massage.

I was reaching a critical point, so I asked her "Honey, do you know what will happen if you continue to do that?"

She nodded as she continued to gaze at her hand massaging my cock. Shifting her body slightly, she moved her head until it was almost touching the head of my cock. As more pre-cum oozed out, she stuck her tongue out and licked it from the opening before licking the rest of the head.

Her hand motions sped up and her grip tightened. As she opened her mouth and lowered it over the head, I lost it. Unable to hold back any longer, I groaned, "Honey, I'm going to cum." I soon began to shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her waiting mouth. She pulled back briefly during the deluge to swallow and a large squirt popped her in the face. A second squirt hit her upper lip and nose as she again lowered her head over my erupting phallus. All too soon, I finished shooting fluid, but continued to experience those exquisite spasms as she held the head of my penis in her warm mouth. I could tell she was still swallowing and feel her tongue move as it urged the last little bit of cum I had remaining. We sat there like that with her mouth over my phallus for what seemed like an eternity. Drips of cum slowly fell from her face onto my stomach and her cheek rested in the puddle.

When she lifted her head, her face was covered with globs of cum. She licked her lips and looked at me. She was so cute and precious that I just smiled and kissed her cum-coated forehead. With that, she smiled and asked, "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, it does honey," I answered. "You have done that before, haven't you?"

"Uh huh. That's something that Bob made me do a lot."

"Honey, I didn't mean to make you do that. I'm sorry if I made you do something you didn't want to do. Can you forgive me?" I asked, hoping that she would keep this secret.

"Uncle John, I did that because I love you. Do you love me?" she asked plaintively.

Just watching her talk with her face covered in cum made me begin to feel stirrings. My prick started to swell again and seemed to echo my sentiments. "Yes, honey, I love you very much. Can we keep what happened between us two?" I begged.

"Sure Uncle John. I won't tell."

Relieved and satisfied, I had her wait while I went to the kitchen for a paper towel. I cleaned her face and my belly and then zipped my pants. We sat and watched television while she lay with her arm across my stomach, dozing occasionally. We were comfortable and close, and all was well. Except perhaps that I had crossed the line and abused my grand-niece. I didn't know where this would go, or how it would end, but I was sure as hell enjoying the ride.

Chapter 2

As I was reclining with Summer in the armchair, I asked her, "Did Bob ever do anything to Cory or Barbie?"

She looked at me and replied, "Sometimes, but not very much."

"What did he do?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"He would put Cory's thing in his mouth and then Cory would suck his. With Barbie, he just rubbed on her until he squirted."

I chuckled internally at her description of ejaculation, but the imaginary visual was a little stimulating. "Were you all in the room together?" I asked.

"Uh huh, except sometimes he would take one of us into their bedroom when Momma wasn't around," she replied. "He probably did some other stuff I don't know about. Sometimes Cory would cry after he was with Bob. I never asked why."

We continued to sit silently and watch the television while the new information sunk in. Summer was only four, but Cory was just a two year old boy and Barbie only one year old. The idea of a freak like Bob abusing these children whenever he wanted to was both shocking and revealing. I couldn't help but think that Summer had probably seen and swallowed more cum than many adult women. Including my cum.

Suddenly, Summer put her hand on my crotch again. The warmth added to the mental pictures I was generating and I began to become erect. I began to wonder if she was going to repeat the actions that made such a mess earlier, but then she looked up at me.

"Uncle John?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Did I make you happy?"

I had already answered that, but I suppose she wanted reassurance. Perhaps she was insecure or needed to know that she was loved and wanted. Sex is a way of expressing love and want, but not one that is expected from a child of four. Still, she made me melt with that look of hopefulness.

"Yes, honey, you made me very happy. I've never been so happy in my life."

She smiled and returned her gaze to my crotch which she started to rub along the turgid ridge of my straining cock. The pleasure was so intense that I closed my eyes and moaned.

"Am I hurting you?"

I opened my eyes and said, "Oh, no! It feels so good! I was just enjoying it. Sorry if I sound like I hurt, but I don't. Not even a little bit."

That seemed to satisfy her and she returned to her slow and deliberate massage of my cock through my pants. I just watched as this young girl showed her affection in this most sexual way. The pleasure was intense, but I did nothing to encourage her. Then, I didn't need to. After she had brought me almost to orgasm, she stopped, sat up, and again unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. This time, there was no hesitation in her actions. She grabbed my now fairly rigid shaft and rubbed it as she looked directly at the head. As the pre-cum (and perhaps a little of my last cum) started to ooze from the eye, she licked it, swallowed it and quickly smiled at me before she turned her head and placed the head of my cock into her mouth as she continued to massage it. I was wondering if the volume of cum that I would produce would be sufficiently less that she would be able to swallow it all, but then she stopped.

"Uncle John," she asked as she rubbed my cock and looked into my eyes, "would you like to do the other things that Bob did with me?"

Answering was hard because I was virtually speechless with ecstasy, but I regained my senses long enough to respond, "Like what, honey?"

"You know, like rub your thing on me or lick me."

"Would you like me to?" I asked.

"With you, I bet it would feel good. I could move and rub it with my pussy. That's if you want to." She looked again at my cock as she continued to rub it. I gathered there was some disappointment that I had not immediately responded affirmatively, but it seemed that she really wanted me to do something different.

"Honey, I would --" I caught my breath as she again licked some pre-cum from the head of my cock unexpectedly. "I would love to!" I continued as my head spun from her ministrations. She rose and reluctantly released my cock as she started to undress.

I had to stop and think about when Amanda and Jenn would return. I figured they wouldn't be home for hours, but I thought it might be safer to do this where we would be less likely to be caught.

"Honey, why don't we go upstairs to your bedroom?" I asked.

"Ok!" She left her shirt partly unbuttoned and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. She practically dragged me upstairs. The other children were still in their own room, napping, perhaps, or playing quietly. We walked into her room and she finished removing her blouse. By the time I had unbuttoned my shirt, she was already naked and lying on her back in bed, naked as a jaybird, and legs spread as wide as they would spread. As she watched me undo my pants and pull them off, I watched her rubbing herself on her cunt lips with one hand as the other supported her head. It has to rank as one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

True to her word, as soon as I was on the bed on my knees between her legs, she pulled my penis to her cunt and began to rub herself against the head of my cock. As excited as I was, it took great resistance to avoid cumming immediately. My pre-cum lubricated her labia and my cock slipped between the lips as she moved. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I and her actions clearly rubbed my cock head against her clitoris. After a few moments, she seemed to spasm, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I was about to ask her what was wrong when she blinked her eyes open and sighed.

"Oh! That felt good!" she exclaimed as she resumed rubbing her cunt against my cock head. I do believe she came! Well, that did it. I could hold back no longer and I leaned into her and pushed my cock between her labia and against her tiny hymen. I began to cum, and cum, and cum. When I could open my eyes, I saw that she had lifted her head and was looking between her legs. I followed her gaze and saw a pool of cum that had overflowed her vagina and covered the head of my cock. It continued to ooze around the head and covered her clitoral hood and then poured onto her belly.

I slowly pulled my cock from between the warm and gooey lips of her cunt and watched as globs of my cum leaked out and dripped down her anus and onto the bed sheets. I shifted lower onto the bed and gazed at her hairless pussy. Placing my thumbs on both sides of her cunt, I separated the lips and watched in amazement as copious quantities of cum poured out from the tiny hole in her hymen. Her vagina was filled with cum that was draining out as I watched.

She took her hand and scooped up some of the cum that had poured onto her abdomen and then proceeded to place the cum into her mouth. She gathered even more cum and placed that into her mouth as well. Like a kid, she then opened her mouth to show me that it was full of my cum. Well, not like any kid I had ever known, but you know what I mean. Anyway, there was a lumpy puddle of cum that covered her tongue and filled the corners of her mouth. With one quick motion, she closed her mouth and swallowed. When she again opened her mouth, it was glistening and empty. She smiled, and I was head-over-heals in love.

I moved my head between her legs and licked her vulva. I got a tongue full of my own cum. I then sucked on her vagina to remove the remainder. I wasn't sure what to do with this mouthful, but Summer suddenly sat up, opened her mouth and gestured with her finger that she wanted to have this in her mouth. I placed my lips on hers and, through a combination of her sucking and my allowing it to drain out, filled her mouth again. The kiss is one I shall never forget. She made sure of that when she repeated the show of cum and then swallowed it all. I swallowed a small remainder of my own cum, but with her mouth so small, she had consumed the equivalent of a glass-full of cum.

As satisfied as I had ever been, I had some trouble leaving this lovely sight to get some toilet paper to clean up with. After wiping the cum from her abdomen and pussy, I cleaned my cock which was quite sensitive by now. We dressed and returned downstairs. When Amanda and Jenn returned from shopping, Summer and I were quietly watching television as though nothing had happened.

What a day! It was clear that my life would never be the same, regardless of the final outcome. I thought it was ironic that Summer had been abused by Bob, but he would never be punished because I was the only one who knew and I couldn't tell either! I wasn't clear about how Summer felt about her experiences with Bob, but clearly she did not perceive the acts themselves as intrinsically bad.

As time wore on, I learned more and more about her life with Bob and Dawn. Dawn, it seems was unaware of what Bob was doing with the children, or at least she was never there and the children never told. Sexual abuse was rampant, but there was more. Bob was physically abusive towards the kids and Dawn and there was a strong element of psychological abuse. As close as Summer and I had become, she was still reluctant to discuss some aspects of her relationship with Bob. I began to realize that she viewed the physical and psychological abuse as the great evil and sex as the way to escape from the physical pain. Bob would not necessarily associate the two, but Summer knew that if she was giving him pleasure, he would not hurt her. The beast was quieted by sexual orgasm and would not then become physically violent. This explained, in part, her willingness to engage in sexual acts. With me, she had kept the desire to please even without the need to avoid corporal punishment.

There was actually very little sexual dalliance. There were few opportunities to be alone and there were times when Summer did not indicate interest. We would talk, play, watch television and just do ordinary things. I would never force her or even encourage her, so the occasions on which we were engaged in sexual acts were essentially her idea and happened on her initiative. This sense of control was something new to her and she reveled in the sense of self.

I noted that she would, on occasion, tease me. When there were brief moments of being alone, she might flash me, perhaps to remind me of what she had to offer. On other occasions when the room was crouded, she might squirm in my lap, rubbing her butt on my crotch and giving me a raging hard-on. This was particularly effective when we were already dressed for bed. Her thin nightgowns did nothing to hide the softness of her skin or the shape of her body and my pajamas allowed easy expansion of my phallus. No one appeared to notice her movements as being teasing. Instead, they just called her squirmy.

Once, we were watching television with the rest of the family and it was cold. We sat next to one another and I covered us with a blanket. Her hand moved to my lap and caressed my cock. The movements were inconspicuous and slow. Before long, however, she reached her hand beneath the elastic waistband of my pajamas and grasped my cock. It was all I could do to avoid gasping. She held her hand still for a while, but then began to slowly rub up and down. I should point out that my cock was lying on my belly and her hand was over it. It was not sticking up like a tent pole.

The thick blanket hid the motions quite well.

She kept this up for several minutes and the excitement was too much. I soon came in large quantities in front of everyone. No one knew, but I had experienced an orgasm that left me flushed and weak. After a short time, she began to play with the cum on my belly. Every once in a while, she would pull her hand out and lick the semen off before reaching in for more.

Even with her consuming as much cum as she did, my pajamas were a mess, top and bottom. She jumped up and said "I'm going to bed." I wasn't sure if this was some kind of invitation, but I was drained. She went upstairs and left me with a royal mess under the blanket. I later stood carefully and carried the blanket into the bedroom in front of me to hide the mess until I could shower.

Summer came to the office once with her mother since there was no babysitter available. While Cory and Barbie played innocently in one of the other offices, Summer stayed with me most of the time. No one saw anything unusual with this since it was obvious that Summer had a "crush" on me, or at least found my company enjoyable. The reasons seemed unimportant. Summer had found security and comfort, and that was all anyone cared about.

A client was supposed to come into my office for a conference, so I asked Summer if she could wait with her brother and sister. She grabbed my arm and begged to stay. I was going to insist when she crawled under my desk and said that she would hide under the desk until the client left. Well, I could never resist and I saw no harm in letting her stay. I assumed she would be quiet so that the client would not know she was there.

Well, she was quiet. As the meeting got underway, she quietly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I began to perspire lightly, but the client didn't seem to notice or care. My cock was only partially erect, but her hands milked it until it was firm and hard as a rock. It was extremely difficult to maintain my concentration during this time but I managed to avoid looking totally foolish. My level of distraction reached a critical level when she put my cock into her mouth. Holding the head with her lips, which were tightly stretched around it, she used both hands to continue milking my cock.

By this time, negotiations were almost finished. So was I. Without rising, I said that it had been a pleasure doing business, and I was quite sincere. We shook hands as I remained seated and the client left to see my secretary. Moments later, I was unable to hold back any longer and I erupted into her mouth. The seal of her mouth around my cock was almost water tight. I ejaculated such copious quantities of semen that there was not room in her mouth for all of it and she was unable to swallow all of it as fast as it was produced. Some of the semen actually squirted out of her nose and some passed around my cock and through her lips, but like a trooper she kept stroking my cock until it was finished cumming.

At last, she emerged from under my desk, smiling and licking her lips. A big dollop of semen dribbled from her nose like snot and more was on her chin. She scooped the semen from her chin and licked it off before saying, "I deed to blow by doze." I translated that to "I need to blow my nose" and got her some tissue paper from my desk. While she blew my semen onto the paper, I proceeded to clean her chin and neck and tried to clean up the small amount that had landed on the collar of her blouse.

About this time, Amanda came in and said, "Sweety, have you got a cold?"

"My doze got stopped up," she answered as she wiped and blew again.

I was still unzipped, but fortunately Summer took her tissue paper and walked to the bathroom. As I moved my chair back to my desk, I hid the incriminating evidence.

"I think she may be getting a cold," I said. "How are Cory and Barbie? Are they sneezing too?"

"They seem fine. I wonder if it's a cold or allergies. She may be allergic to something here in the office," Amanda suggested.

"You may be right. It would probably be better if she weren't here." That was as much for my safety as anything. With so many people in the office, sex with a four year old girl was just too risky.

"I'm getting ready to leave and I'll take Summer with me," Amanda offered.

Another close call. Summer was much bolder than I felt was appropriate, but I was too infatuated to really care. I was deeply in love and my brain gears were only partially engaged. I felt I was on a ride at a carnival, and what a ride it was! Around and around until I was dizzy with lust, I was unable to get off the ride, and I didn't want to anyway. I would still try to be careful, but I was certainly out of control. If love is a madness, then I was insane. Wherever this was leading, I was sure to follow.

Chapter 3

From time to time, I would ask Summer about her experiences with Bob. Mostly, I was curious. This four year old girl was surely a fountain of experience with the most bizarre types of sex that I ever heard of -- or even imagined. While I despised Bob for his abuse of Summer, I was hardly in a position to be critical considering my own actions. In a way, I even envied him. At any rate, she was my responsibility now, at least indirectly, and I felt the need to know more about her previous life with her mother's live-in boyfriend.

"Did Bob ever make you do anything with your brother or sister?" I asked one day.

"Yeah, sometimes," she replied shyly as she cast her eyes downward. It was strange that such an outgoing girl should retreat into shyness whenever this subject should arise, but once she started talking, there was no stopping her.

"Like what?" I asked.

"He would make me suck on Cory's thing or lick Barbie's pussy while he watched or took pictures."

Hmmm, I thought, that would make for some interesting viewing. I wondered where the pictures were, but decided to put that on the back burner for the time being.

"What was it like?" I inquired.

"Cory's thing is real small, but it would get real hard. He didn't ever shoot any cream, though. Barbie tasted kind of, well, salty, but it wasn't bad. Bob also made Cory lick me sometimes, but I don't think he liked it."

"Why not?"

"Cory never did lick me long enough for me to get really happy. I guess he got bored. I used to suck him a long time, though, if Bob let me."

I was about to ask if there was any other activities when she offered, "When Cory was hard, sometimes Bob would make me put Cory's thing in my pussy."

"Woah!" I thought. I had seen her pussy close up, but the hole seemed too tiny to admit anything larger than a pencil lead. Well, maybe a pencil eraser.

I had trouble imagining this, but Summer made an offer I couldn't refuse.

"Wanna see?" she asked.

"See what, honey?" I asked, wondering if she meant what I thought she meant.

"See me put Cory's thing in my pussy. Cory won't mind."

I bet he wouldn't. I was intrigued, but concerned about letting anyone else in on our "secret." I wasn't entirely sure that even Summer could keep a secret this big, but what about Cory? Well, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the chandelier, and he had problems even yet speaking, but even one simple sentence could ruin me.

"What if Cory tells? We could get into real trouble." Actually, *I* could get into real trouble, but I didn't think it would hurt to have her think in terms of consequences should we be discovered.

Summer shook her head and said, "Cory would Never tell."

"How do you know?"

"Once Cory said something to Momma and got the shit beat out of him. He knows what a secret is now."

"Summer! Don't use that kind of language! Where did you learn that?" I was hoping the incongruency of my admonishing her for cursing while we planned how to get her little brother to fuck her would not strike her as too ironic, but then I don't think she knew what irony was anyway.

"I'm sorry, Uncle John. I heard it from Bob and Momma. They said I shouldn't say shi- that word either."

"Well, Ok. But now that Cory is not with Bob, how do you know he won't tell someone about what happens here?"

"He just won't. We don't tell."

"You told me, didn't you?" I countered.

"That's different. Come with me and I'll show you."

Off we went, hand in hand, up the stairs to where Cory was napping. His angelic face was almost glowing in the afternoon light. Barbie slept quietly in the other bed. Summer tip-toed over to Cory's bed and gently woke him up by shaking him. He squinted and yawned and then looked at Summer and then at me. Summer told him to come with her and he quickly rose and followed as we walked to her bedroom.

"Cory, Uncle John wants to know if you can keep a secret."

Cory motioned with his hand to his lips to indicate that his lips were sealed.

It was clear that these two were accustomed to keeping secrets from others. I wondered if Summer had kept our secret from him...

"Remember what we used to do with Bob?" she asked him.

His mouth opened slightly and an anxious expression appeared.

"Don't worry. You can trust Uncle John. You can't tell anyone else, though. Ok?"

Cory nodded his understanding. I gathered that he was heavily under his sisters influence, but it seemed that she had not kept him informed about recent events.

"Let's show Uncle John what we used to do," she commanded and Cory nodded.

Summer began to strip, first pulling her tee-shirt over her head and then pulling down her slip-on pants. As she removed her panties, Cory was still fumbling with his belt.

Summer walked over to Cory completely nude and said, "Let me help you."

Cory watched as Summer deftly undid his shorts and then pulled his shirt over his head. He lay back and lifted his hips to let her pull his shorts and underwear down and off. His small penis was uncircumcised and perhaps slightly erect at this point.

Cory lay on the bed naked with his hands behind his head. Summer got on the end of the bed and lay on her stomach between his legs. Without hesitation, she grasped his penis and plopped her mouth on it. With quick up and down motions, she gave a blow-job I shall never forget. In seconds, Cory was hard as a rock. He watched closely as his sister continued to move her head. Finally, she took her mouth off and continued to hold his penis which she gently stroked.

"Ready?" she asked her brother.

"Um hmm," he mumbled. There was a sly smile on his face and I could tell he not only enjoyed what had happened, but also knew what was coming. Watching this display, I needed to adjust my pants to accommodate my burgeoning cock. It was definitely an erotic experience.

As I watched, Summer put one foot on either side of Cory while facing his feet. She squatted and grasped his penis which she guided to her cunt. I moved to the end of the bed for a better view and I was not disappointed. I saw the two year old's penis slide almost effortlessly into the cunt of the four year old girl. Summer leaned back to show me an even better view and as I watched, mesmerized, she began to move her hips. The penis slid in and out from between the cunt lips, moistened with her fluids. As Summer smiled and humped the little boy, I saw the most amazing fuck of my life. I could tell that she knew I was turned on by seeing this.

My trance was lifted briefly when she asked, "Uncle John, do you want to join in?"

"How?" I asked.

"Come here," she ordered and I obeyed.

She sat up on his little prick which disappeared inside of her cunt as she used her hands to undo my pants. I helped her pull them down to my knees and she said, "Take them off."

I took off my clothes and moved back to the bed. She reached out and grabbed my prick with warm hands and drew me closer. I nearly passed out when she put my cock into her warm moist mouth. When I could finally look again, she was using her hands to milk my cock while she slid up and down on Cory's penis. With this degree of coordination, she looked like a four year old pro. She tilted her head back and forced even more of my cock into her mouth and even down her throat. She seemed truly turned on by all of the attention and her movements speeded up. Soon, she developed a wrinkled brow and hunched down moving my cock into her throat until there was pubic hair at her nose. Her movements slowed to a halt briefly and she shook slightly. She then opened her eyes and moved her head back until the head of my penis popped out of her mouth.

After a brief cough, she replaced her mouth over my penis and began to suck and stroke in earnest. After the preceeding display, I was so charged that it was only a short time before I began to cum involuntarily. Her own movements never stopped as she continued to move her hips in rythm to my ejaculatory discharges. Cory's tiny cock moved in and out feverishly and Summer briefly opened her mouth with my cock still resting on her lower lip. I could see her mouth filled with cum just before she again moved my cock head back into her mouth. I was still in the process of cumming as the cum began to drip from around my cock, down her chin onto her chest where it flowed in rivulets down her abdomen. The small streams of cum passed her hairless pubis and began to coat Cory's penis, adding lubrication to his thrusting penis and carrying my cum into her tiny vagina.

After Summer had swallowed what remained of my cum, she smiled with cum-coated lips and slowly released my cock. She then rose from off of Cory's little penis and a few more drops of my cum fell from her pubis onto his penis and scrotum. I had an irresistable urge to suck that little penis, even though I am not by any stretch of the imagination a homosexual. I looked at Cory as he looked back and, while Summer looked on, I put my mouth over Cory's penis and sucked my own cum. I found that I could open my mouth and enclose virtually his entire pubis, penis and scrotum as his penis tickled my soft palate. I sucked up the loose drops of cum and left only my saliva over the boy's genitals.

"Now me?" pleaded Summer.

While she stood by the bed, I got onto my hands and knees and began to lick her cunt while she separated her legs slightly. I then continued to lick, starting with some small droplets of cum that had flowed down her hairless legs and working my way up to her pubis and lower abdomen. She giggled as my tongue tickled her but I grabbed her tiny buttocks with both hands and finished licking her entire belly and chest. I finally reached her neck and chest and she began to go soft as I licked her cheeks and then we kissed while my lips removed the last visible traces of my cum.

I was exhausted by now and sat on the bed. Cory sat next to me on one side and Summer on the other, all three of us completely naked.

Cory surprized me when he bent over, grabbed my cock and sucked some more of my cum residual from the head. It was too large to fit within his mouth, but he certainly tried. Summer, meanwhile, put her arm around my back and leaned her head on my shoulder as she watched Cory work on my cock with his mouth. The continued stimulation prevented my penis from becoming flaccid and the sensitivity was exquisite.

Summer commented, "Cory likes you. I think it's because you're so gentle."

I gently stroked his head as I watched, fascinated by his enthusiasm. Although I had cum not long before, I was quickly reaching a critical point from the insistent licking, sucking and stroking. I put my arm around Summer and felt the sticky skin on her abdomen. She parted her legs; an obvious invitation to touch her vulva. My hand reached down and I felt the soft hairless skin of her cunt lips, still coated with a residual of saliva and cum. As my fingers slid between those lips, I came yet again, this time into Cory's waiting and busy mouth. The volume of semen was small, but the sensation was powerful. Cory kept busy as I came in droplets and finally he raised up and smiled. His upper and lower lips were coated with a shiny layer of cum.

As he sat up, Summer touched the end of my cock, lifted her finger to her lips, and licked the small droplet that Cory had left (or that had oozed out after he had finished).

"Some day," she said reflectively, "I'm going to put that in my pussy."

We took a quick shower together to wash off the sticky cum that seemed to be everywhere. There was much giggling and playing as we splashed and tickled. When we had finished, we dressed and returned to the living room. Before long, Cory yawned and Summer said, "Cory, you can go finish your nap."

Cory ambled back up the stairs, pausing briefly to look at me and smile. Summer was seated on the sofa while I was reclining in the armchair. I started to watch television, but out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but notice that Summer was already being a tease.

I pretended to ignore her as she sat with her legs spread and showed me her panties. With one hand, she teasingly pulled her panties aside to reveal her hairless pussy lips. She moved the index finger of the other hand in the slit between the lips slowly before the finger slipped into the vagina.

When I didn't respond, she took her panties off and again spread her legs, this time wrapping her arms around her legs and placing her hands on either side of her pussy. She pulled the lips apart and revealed the delicate pink tissue of her hymen.

By this time, I could no longer keep up the pretense of watching television. As I sat with my arms folded, the show went on. She pulled her dress over her head which left her completely nude except for her white socks. She leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wide while she kept her hands behind her head. After lifting her legs into the air, she put her feet back onto the sofa and then lifted her buttocks off the sofa as if to make an offering.

While she humped the air, I couldn't refuse to do her implied bidding. I rose from the chair and went over to where she lay on the sofa. I put my face between her legs and inhaled a delicate aroma of young girl before I put my lips on her nether lips and began to lick with wild abandon.

Although still at first, she began to hump my face as she had been humping the air. The movements were regular and deliberate at first, but after a minute or two the motions of her pelvis seemed to keep her buttocks off the sofa and pressed firmly against my mouth. Soon, her movements became slightly jerky and then stopped briefly, followed by a few more jerks. I kept up my licking and sucking and she then let her pelvis sink back down onto the sofa. She lay there with eyes closed and there were a few more short jerks before she remained still.

I slowly lifted my face from between her legs and she lay there with legs spread obscenely, mouth open slightly, and her breathing became regular. It was soon apparent that she was sound asleep.

While she slept, I replaced her panties and dress without awakening her. She didn't stir as I lifted her from the sofa and carried her back to the armchair.

I laid her on my stomach and we stayed like that for what seemed like hours. I caressed her soft hair while she slept and I soon drifted off to sleep as well.

When Jenn and Amanda returned from wherever they had been (shopping?), Amanda smiled and said, "Aw, that's so sweet!"

I lifted a finger to my lips to keep them from waking her and we spoke in whispers.

Jenn asked, "Where are Cory and Barbie?"

I pointed upstairs and said, "Everyone's napping."

As Amanda and Jenn then went into the kitchen to prepare supper, I lay quietly with Summer on my stomach and reflected on the day's events. Life had become an adventure. All adventures, however, have something in common; the enjoyment comes from the newness, but the excitement comes from a sense of danger. I was on the ride of my life, hoping that it would go on forever, but always fearing that it could come to a screeching halt. For now, I could put the fear away.

Life went on, and the adventure continued.

Chapter 4

As I was sitting in Summer's room while she played, I noticed an unusual item in her toy box. Exceptionally unusual for a (now) 5 year old girl. It was smooth and elongated, pink in color, with one end conical and the other flat. It measured about 4 inches in length.

"Summer," I asked, "what is this thing?"

She raised her head briefly and then returned to her search for another toy as she answered, "That's my ditto."

"Do you mean dildo?" I queried.

She nodded as she played with a doll she had found.

"Where did it come from?" I asked, although I suspected it was something she had brought from Bob's house when Summer's mother lost custody of the children to Jenn.

She looked at it again and replied, "It was a present. Bob gave it to me to practice, but I haven't used it much."

"Practice what?"

"I try to put it in my pussy. That's what Bob said to do. I can't fit it in except just a little way, so I don't use it. Besides, it kind of hurts when I push it," she replied as she continued her play.

"Cory's 'thing' fits, doesn't it?" I asked, recalling an experience from the previous year that is engraved indelibly on my mind.

"Um Hmm. But his is small."

"When you get older, it will fit. Some girls use them so that the pussy will let a man's thing fit," I commented.

I replaced the dildo in her toybox and thought I had heard the last of that. She seemed more interested in her doll at the moment, so I let the subject drop.

Summer, Cory and Barbie had been living at my house for over a year now and it had been an incredible year. There was very little about sex that Summer did not know and she was a most willing partner -- at least most of the time. Cory loved to join in occasionally, but I had left Barbie alone. She was just a toddler, now turning two years old, and had no clue about what the others were doing.

On Summer's sixth birthday party, she reveled in the cake, ice cream, and toys. As the party wound down, she came to me and whispered in my ear, "I have a present for you, too, Uncle John."

With that, she ran back to her new toys and became totally absorbed in playing. Soon, the guests had left and my wife and Jenn left me alone with Summer. Since Summer had gotten clothes as part of her birthday, Cory and Barbie went with Amanda and Jenn to the store to shop for clothes for them.

Almost as soon as we were alone, Summer looked at me and asked, "Wanna see my present?"

I didn't know if she was referring to her new presents or the present that she whispered about earlier, so I said, "Sure!" I got off of the couch and walked over to her. "Which one is it?" I asked.

She stood and grabbed my hand. "Not these, silly!" She began to walk towards the stairs and pulled me along. "It's upstairs," she said with a smile.

We walked up the stairs, hand in hand, until we reached her bedroom. She released my hand and walked over to her toy box. After rummaging around for a short time, she brought out the pink dildo. I watched with curiosity as she walked over to the bed and said, "Watch this!"

She pulled off her pants and shirt and jumped on the bed, landing with her legs spread wide. The site of her hairless pussy never failed to arouse me, particularly when displayed so wantonly.

She placed the dildo at the opening of her vagina and moved it very slowly in and out, just using the tip. Soon, more and more of the dildo disappeared into her cunt as she continued the to and fro movements. Her little cunt lips were stretched tightly around the small dildo as she finally got the dildo in to its widest diameter.

She released the dildo and it stayed firmly fixed in her cunt. She lifted her pelvis and the dildo stuck out by about one and a half inches of its four inch length.

Smiling proudly, she said, "See, Uncle John, I made it fit!" She humped her hips a couple of times before saying, "I have a pee-pee just like you! If I take it out, can you put your thing in me?"

I have rarely seen anything so erotic as this dildo sticking out of her (just) six year old cunt. Her flat abdomen and growing legs spread wide accentuated the absurdly pink dildo. The moisture of her own vaginal juices lubricated her plump hairless pussy lips around this protruberance.

"I'm not sure I could fit. I think my thing is larger than your dildo, so it may not work."

A combination of worry and disappointment showed on her face as she pleaded, "Can we try?"

I wasn't about to let this little girl down if I could help it, so agreed to at least try. The width of the dildo was about an inch, but my penis was wider still by about another half inch. I went to my bedroom as she waited patiently and got an oily lubricant that I kept for back rubs. When I returned, she still lay on the bed, legs spread wide, with the dildo poking out.

"Are you sure you want to try this now?" I asked.

She nodded impatiently, so I removed my clothing. My cock popped out as soon as I unzipped my pants and stood at attention as I removed my shirt, socks and shoes. She had remained froglegged the whole time as she watched me undress, but now that I was naked, she slowly pulled the dildo out and, to my surprize, put it in her mouth before setting it on the floor.

I got on the bed and sat between her spread legs, enjoying the view immensely. I gently spread her cunt lips and saw some redness of the inner lips which were so small as to be invisible without spreading the lips. The clitoral hood was engorged and also somewhat reddened. I applied the lubricant to her vulva and the head of my penis just before I placed my cock against her vulva. As I pushed slowly and gently, she wrapped her legs around my thighs (they wouldn't reach any further) and little by little, I pushed into her vagina.

For a moment, I thought she was grimacing in pain, but when I asked her, she said she didn't hurt and begged me to keep putting more in. I looked down at the incredible sight of my cock, veins distended, moving slowly deeper between her hairless pussy lips. It was so tight that even I was somewhat uncomfortable at first, but she didn't waver in her insistence that I keep pushing.

I reached bottom at about three inches and I could actually feel her tiny cervix against the head of my cock. There was still a fair amount of my cock outside, but it didn't seem to matter. Refraining from resting my weight on her, I supported my self on my hands and slowly moved my cock in and out. There was some resistance, but the lubrication helped. She did not even wince. In fact, as I was moving in and out, she would tilt her pelvis to meet my thrusts. I hardly had to move in order to send my cock back into the depths of her cunt.

After a couple of minutes, I began to have an incredible urge to cum. I could feel that some cum was already leaking out and I didn't think that there would be room in her cunt for both my cock and my load of cum, so I pulled back to the opening and held it there as I shot what felt like enormous streams of cum into her vagina. I had trouble holding still as I came, but she humped my cock causing it to slip out momentarily. One huge spurt arched over her abdomen and chest and landed on her upper lip leaving splatters all over her torso and puddling in her belly button.

When I finally finished cumming, my softening cock slipped out of the opening of her vagina and a big glop of white cream oozed out through the slit. As I surveyed the scene, she appeared to be covered with cum from head to cunt as she lay there with a contented look on her face. Her tongue darted out and pulled a chunk of cum off her upper lip and into her mouth. She pursed her lips and then swallowed as I was shaking from the intensity of the orgasm.

"Uncle John, please lick my pussy," she pled.

I could hardly see her cunt lips for all of the cum that had oozed out, but I complied with relish. Moving my face to the level of her cunt, I placed my mouth over her entire vulva and slurped my cum. My tongue reached into the recesses of her vagina and removed even more. Her hymen had become a thing of the past.

I think she enjoyed the cleaning even more than the fucking. She lay back with her eyes closed and her hands gently cradling my head as I performed my tongue cleansing. After a few moments, she wrinkled her eyebrows and began to hunch my face. Pulling my face to her cunt, she moved quickly a few times and then relaxed, letting go of my head and letting her arms fall to the sides.

We quickly showered together to remove the rest of the cum. At age six, she stood at about 3 and 1/2 feet. That put her close to my waist when we were standing and she took advantage of that as the water from the shower fell on us. She kissed my lower abdomen before raising my cock to her mouth. As she put the head of my cock in her mouth, she looked up briefly for approval and she was just so damned cute. We were short of time, so I knelt down and kissed her before turning off the water even though my cock was beginning to lengthen. We got dressed and went downstairs to watch television while we waited for my wife and her mother to return with Cory and Barbie.

Summer was a bold girl who enjoyed this new aspect of her sexuality. Her boldness was not, however, limited to the times when we were alone. Even at age six, she frequently sat on my lap while the whole family watched television. Since my wife always kept the house freezing, even in summer (the season), a blanket was always nearby and Summer would pull it over us to keep warm.

One evening, we were watching television late and Summer sat on my lap while this blanket covered us. It was not unusual for me to have an erection with her that close to me and she would frequently rub my penis under the blanket. This night, however, she did not wear panties under her gown. No one had noticed, but with my arms around her, I could reach under her gown and feel her hairless pussy. I also noted that it seemed unusually slick.

She reached down between her legs and popped my cock out from the pajamas. She then leaned back and whispered in my ear, "I put some of that oil on my pussy."

Well, I was concerned. She obviously wanted to play, but with a room full of people I thought we might actually get caught this time. Humping is a difficult activity to hide.

She placed the head of my cock at the opening of her cunt and scrunched down slowly. Her pussy lips spread and my cock head pressed against the narrow entrance. With a little perseverance, my cock eased slowly into her tight pussy.

There was no more movement. We lay like that and watched television, with my penis about halfway in (which was as deep as it could go). Even without moving, it was incredibly erotic. And dangerous. My cock would twitch every once in a while and she would contract her leg muscles in response. Inevitably, I came in her vagina. There was no expression on her face, but she leaned back and tilted her head to kiss me on the chin. My penis softened slowly and then slipped out followed by copious quantities of cum that poured onto the front of my pajamas. I rubbed the cum and lubricant into her hairless slit during the rest of the movie. I noticed that my finger could now fit easily in her vagina. The contented look on her face told me that she approved of my explorations.

She got up carefully when it was time for bed and slid out from under the blanket so I wouldn't be exposed. I said good night as she ran up the stairs and I noticed a dribble of cum that ran down her leg as she reached the top of the stairs. No one else noticed, fortunately, but I still had to make it to bed without showing the cum spot on my pajamas.

As I had done before, I carried the blanket into the bedroom in front of me and immediately went into the bathroom. Discarding my pajamas in the hamper, I showered thoroughly before coming to bed. Amanda was already asleep, so I was careful not to disturb her. The last thing I wanted was to submit to her romantic advances. I was quite sure that I would not live up to her expectations.

There was no end in sight. Even though she was now attending school, our unique relationship seemed secure. Summer was growing and so were Cory and Barbie. They looked to be in excellent physical and mental health. Despite my guilty pleasures, I hoped with my deepest hope that I had not and would not cause Summer any lasting harm.

On the other hand, I worried that the harm had already been done. If not by Bob, then by me. Sex with such a young girl was not only taboo, it was illegal and probably for a good reason. Right at this moment, however, I couldn't remember what the reason was.

At any rate, it was too late to go back and undo what had happened, and it also looked like it would be impossible to change what the future would be. Our relationship was mutual and to withdraw might now cause more harm than good. Only time would tell.