I had not seen Lessa since she was four. She is my niece
and lives with my brother and his wife outside London. Her
mother is a one-night fling who had left the memory of that
night with my brother and disappeared. She is French. My
brother had e-mailed me asking if I would take Lessa for the
summer holidays. He was going to be traveling on business and
his wife was not too hot on the idea of caring for her when her
father was away. I live on a 43-foot sailboat, which I bum
around on in the Caribbean. I consider myself a "Citizen of the
World," keeping no fixed address and sailing where the sun
shines. It was agreed that I would meet her in Kingston. She
would spend a couple of months with me and then fly back to
London in time for the new term.
She came out of Customs, escorted by a flight attendant.
My first impression was that she was a cute girl. She was
wearing an orange tee shirt, jeans, and sandals. Her dark brown
and reddish hair was shoulder length; she was probably 4' 5",
about 65 pounds. While she was not skinny, neither could you
say she was fat. A well proportioned girl of 10. Her face was
pretty, but I think most girls her ages are pretty-a prejudice
of mine. After identifying myself to the attendant, she was
released to me. She told me that she did not remember me. I
think she was a little nervous, but she did a good job of
covering it up. I put this down to her spending a lot of time in
an English boarding school. Soon she proved to be quite
assertive, not the kind of person to let herself be pushed
around. Her accent was really cute and her manners excellent.
We took a cab from the airport to the waterfront. She had
been sailing in England, so she was a little familiar with boats.
I showed her around Magic, my boat, and then we walked to a
nearby McDonald's for dinner. We returned to the boat and got
underway, motoring out into the harbor to an anchorage. I told
Lessa that we wouldn't be going anywhere for a few days as there
was a hurricane moving into the Caribbean from the Atlantic. I
assured her that the storm would not hit Jamaica but pass well
south of the island. She asked if she could take a bath before
bed. I laughed, telling her that there was no tub, but the
shower was in the head. I showed her how to use it (and how to
operate the marine toilet) and left her to take care of herself.
After a few minutes she came into the main cabin wrapped
in a towel.
"Donny, I forgot a nightie. Do you have anything?"
I went to my cabin and got her an old tee shirt. She went
back into the head and came out wearing it. She sat down and we
talked some. She told me about her school and her half brother,
Josh. He is my sister-in-law's son by an earlier marriage. He is
four years older than she. They got along well, almost never
fighting. She doesn't like her stepmother and was really quite
pleased to be away for the summer, if she couldn't be with her
dad. When she went into the galley for a coke, I noticed that
there was no outline of panties under the shirt. My suspicions
were confirmed when she bent over to get the coke out of the
icebox and I got a good look at her butt. I was privately a
little embarrassed, mainly because of my reaction to what I had
seen. The knowledge that I was so close to a little girl, a
naked little girl, made my pulse speed up. I had always found
girls really attractive. In fact, I had always had to guard
myself against doing anything I would later regret while my
daughter was growing up. While I always had a very physical
relationship with her, I had never crossed the line. We were
still very close and she came to see me whenever she could, but
college and work kept her busy. I made up Lessa's bed in the
main cabin and then hit my rack in the aft cabin.
The next morning I got up and went forward to the galley.
Lessa was still asleep. She had kicked off the covers and was
lying on her belly. The shirt had ridden half way up her back.
This was a really attractive picture. Her legs were apart, so
her cunt lips could be seen down below her round butt. A little
line of pink between her outer lips was her clit. I made coffee
and then went into the cockpit to drink it. A few minutes later
she came on deck and asked if she could have a cup. I was
surprised that she drank coffee. When she came back with her cup,
(milk and sugar) she sat across the cockpit from me. She pulled
her knees up under her chin. This gave me a full view of her
hairless pussy lips. I had trouble not staring. She had her knees
together, so her lips peaked out from between her thighs, and her
clit peaked out from her lips. Then the crack of her ass
disappeared against the seat. She asked if she could swim,
I said sure. Then she gave me the second big surprise of the
morning when she pulled the tee shirt off and dove into the water,
naked.
We spent that day seeing the sights of Kingston. I found
it really enjoyable being with her. I had had so much fun
raising my daughter and being with Lessa brought back a lot of
memories. I really enjoy being around children, especially girls.
I think I had a better time than she did.
The second night she was on board she came out from the
shower naked. It was obvious that she had no compunction about
being "seen". Because it was my habit to go naked whenever
possible, I decided to follow my normal routine. I showered and
then came out into the cabin in the altogether. She never even
blushed, much less said anything. Obviously, nudity was normal
to her.
Again, Lessa slept in the main cabin and I stayed in the
aft cabin. There is a short passageway that runs forward along
the port side from the aft cabin to the rest of the boat, the
engine compartment being amidships. I sat up reading for a few
minutes, drinking a beer. When nature called I went forward to
the head. I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake her up.
As I came around the corner I heard Lessa, I thought she
might have been crying. I look around the bulkhead. From my
vantagepoint, I could only see her legs. She was laying on her
back, her legs were spread and her knees were slightly bent. She
was moving them slowly. I leaned forward slightly and saw that
she was masturbating. I could see her from the waist down; her
head and chest were still hidden. Her hand was on her pussy, two
of her fingers between her lips. She was quickly moving them in
a circle, rubbing her clit. She humped into her hand, her breath
in time with her humps. Her breathing became harder as she moved
faster, the excitement building up inside her. I could see that
she was beginning to sweat, her skin was shiny in the dim light
of the cabin lamp she had asked me to leave on. Then she ran
her middle finger into her preteen vagina and fingerfucked herself.
She moved her finger in and out, pushing it deep into her, as deep
as her finger would go. She was fingering her clit with her
other hand, so both of her hands were busy. I couldn't believe
what I was watching! The effect of this was awesome. My dick
sprang up, aching for attention. I had a raging hard-on, not
like any I had had for years. She continued masturbating, her
movements becoming faster and faster until, with a moan, she
came. She humped hard against her hands, shoving two fingers as
deep into her cunt as far as they would go. She lay panting for
a moment, then rolled onto her stomach. I crept back to my cabin
and jerked off, blowing what seemed like a pint of sperm. Then I
climbed through a hatch in the overhead onto deck and pissed
over the side.
I sat down to rest and watched the lights of the city
across the bay; my heart was still beating hard. I was
suffering from a real case of lover's nuts! A couple of minutes
later, Lessa came on deck. She stopped for a second when she saw
me, but then she came up anyway. She sat down we watched the
stars. We were silent. I'm sure that she didn't know that I had
been watching her. After a few minutes she got up, kissed me on
the cheek and went back below to bed.
We spent the next day at anchor and worked on the boat.
There are always hundreds of little jobs to do around a boat,
especially one that is lived upon and is sailed as much as Magic.
I was really pleased at how she helped me. She is a smart girl
and is good with her hands. She was also more than willing to
help with some scraping and painting. Late in the afternoon, we
put away the tools and went to get cleaned up. Magic had
originally had two staterooms, one aft and one all the way
forward. Because I live alone on the boat, I have converted the
forward room into a workshop/stowage area. If I have guests, the
dinette in the main cabin folds down into a double and a settee
near the main hatch to the cockpit is also available. The settee
serves as a pilot berth when I'm underway, allowing me a place
just off the cockpit to sleep. This is where I had put Lessa the
night before. We went forward to the shop to use thinner to
clean brushes and smudges on ourselves and put the paint away.
Lessa complained that her cloths were sticking to her with sweat
and, stepping into main cabin pulled them off. Then she ran up
on deck and I heard a splash. I stripped off and followed her up
and jumped in after her. We swam around and splashed some for a
few minutes. Then she swam over to the ladder that was installed
on the stern and climbed out. I was at the bottom when she
climbed out and I got an ample view of her pussy as she went up.
She has thick pussy lips with a slit that extends up her front,
not just a little slit down between her legs. Her clit just
peeks out from between the lips. Simply, she has the most
gorgeous pussy I have ever seen.
It was getting on towards evening and, while I prepared
dinner, I turned on the weather radio. The reports were as I
expected; the hurricane was going to pass well south of the
island, but there were thunderstorms expected over night. I was
glad that I had moved the boat to a secure anchorage, away from
the dock.
We ate dinner and Lessa went into the head to shower. I
called after her to be easy on the water.
The tanks were full, but long showers would empty them fast. A
few minutes later she came into the main cabin wearing nothing
but a towel wrapped around her hair. Again, I caught my breath
at the sight of her glorious pre-pubescent body. Here was the
best example of human beauty. Her black eyes were wide set above
a small nose; she had a small mouth. As with many people of
Celtic origin, her forehead is broad, her chin wasn't very
prominent. She had a long neck and strong shoulders for a girl.
As I said earlier, she was not small, but she was not fat either.
Unfortunately, I suspect that she will grow up to be fat in
middle age, but for now she has a full body, not skinny. Her
nipples were just beginning to poke out, giving the promise of
coming womanhood. Below her tummy and dimple of a navel, large
pussy lips parted the inside of her thighs. If she stood
straight, a glimmer of light could be seen from behind her.
Again, my cock began to firm, as it did every time I saw her
like this. Luckily, I was able to keep from getting a total
hard-on. She seemed totally unconscious of my gaze and her
effect on me as she combed out her hair. In the cabin light, the
red highlights stood out.
After I had showered I took one more turn about the deck
to satisfy myself that the boat was secure. As was my custom
after dark, I was naked. The humid wind was comfortable. There
were flashes of light from over the horizon. I went into the
main cabin where Lessa slept and tucked her in before climbing
into the double berth in the aft cabin.
Later that night a squall hit, the wind came up and
little waves slapped against the side of the boat. In my sleep,
I was aware of this, but nothing about the feel of the boat was
enough to fully wake me. A little later, however, my sixth sense
did alert me. I woke up to see Lessa standing in the doorway to
my cabin, watching me.
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"The lightening scares me." She said.
"You can lay down here, if you want." I said.
I pulled back the sheet to indicate that she could climb
in with me and she came into my bunk. She scrunched around with
her back to me and we fit like spoons, my back to the wall. I
was naked and my cock was only a tee shirt's thickness away from
her thighs. She wiggled against me and my cock swelled against
her. I tried to move away and I tried to control my breathing
which had become ragged. It turned me on so much to be this
close to her, but I was afraid of what might happen if she felt
my stiff member. I moved away from her, trying desperately to
keep my cock under control.
Every time there was a flash of lightening, Lessa would
tense up, it seemed that she was trying to make herself small
and hide. As the storm passed, I could feel her relax, and she
stretched out slightly. As she did this, she moved closer to me
and my still enraged cock was up against her thigh. For and
instant she held still, and then she seemed to relax totally and
lay back against me, lying right against my hard tool. I felt
embarrassed but I couldn't move as my back was against the aft
bulkhead. I hoped that she did not understand what was going on
in my head and in my loins.
Then she reached around behind her and slipped her hand
around my cock. She slowly pulled, caressing the top of the head
with the palm of her hand. I couldn't believe what was
happening. From her gentle touch, it was obvious that she was
practiced. She continued stroking me.
After a couple of minutes she said, "Would you rub me
too, Donny?"
I slid my hand down between her thighs and then up to her
mons, pushing the shirt up. She gave a little sigh and wrapped
her leg over mine, spreading her legs for my probing hand. I
slid one of my fingers up and down in her slit, feeling her clit
harden. My cock was rock hard against her rear. She let go of my
cock and held my hand harder against her pussy. I pushed my
finger into her vagina, just up to the first knuckle. Her pussy
felt tight, but my finger sled easily into her. As I caressed
her pussy, she began to breathe deeply and started humping into
my hand. After a few minutes I pushed her away and lay her on
her back. I pulled the shirt off of her and gazed at her. In the
dim light, I could see that her nipples had hardened and her
pussy lips were swollen. Again I started fingering her pussy
while she rubbed my cock, reaching across herself so she could
use both hands. I leaned over and sucked gently on one of her
nipples, then the other. While I knew that there was no way my
9-inch manhood could enter her ten-year-old pussy; I desperately
wanted to rub her clit with my cock. I turned her so that we
were again like spoons, but this time I slid my cock between her
legs from behind. She reached down and grasped it, pulling it up
against her pussy. She started humping back and forth so that
the back of my cock rubbed against her clit. Her lips were
spread apart; her dampness lubricated her movements. Meanwhile,
she was holding on to the head of my cock with both hands,
pulling and rubbing. I gently rubbed and pinched her nipples,
which stood out from her chest like small strawberries. As her
breath came in gasps and a little cry escaped from her mouth, I
shot my load into her hands. My cum added to the wetness, making
it smoother for her to rub her clit against me. She started
humping faster, groaning quietly and building. She broke out in
a sweat as her body shuddered in orgasm. I came for the second
time in three minutes, my heart pounding in my throat. After
this I used my shirt to wipe up the cum which had soaked her
hands and pussy and we fell asleep as the last of the thunder
faded into the night.
I woke up early the next morning, just as the sun was
brightening the clouds on the eastern horizon. I went forward to
the galley and made coffee, all the while with my head spinning.
My feelings swung back and forth from elation to guilt to wonder
to fear. I sat in the cockpit and contemplated what I should do
next. The worst that could happen would be the embarrassment of
a family rowe. I am American, the boat is in Jamaica, and the
girl is French and lives in Britain. There were just too many
conflicting laws involved for any legal problems. Also, I had
had my nuts cut after my second kid was born-I was shooting
blanks.
I heard Lessa moving around below, the door to the head
closed, then opened. She came on deck carrying a cup of coffee.
I still wasn't used to the idea of a child drinking coffee. She
was still naked (so was I). She walked up to me and gave me a
kiss on the lips. I reached up as she pulled away and grabbed
her jaw. I pulled her face back to mine and we played the first
game of tongue tag. Again, I was amazed at how so young a child
could be so grown up.
After she had sat down and we had exchanged the usual
"good mornings" we sat in silence for a few minutes. The pause
was too much and I had to talk to her.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Wonderful."
"Ah, are you alright?"
Lessa looked straight at me, "Everything's fine, Don."
"What do you feel about last night?"
"I really liked it. You made me feel so great. I've
played like that with Josh, but you made me feel so much better
than he does," she said.
"So you've done it with Josh?" It made me feel relieved
that I wasn't the first to have contact with her. "What all have
you done?"
"Nosey!" she giggled.
After some conversation and conjoling the whole story
came out. One night she had gone into her brother's bedroom
looking for something. Everyone had gone to bed; she had been
reading in her room. She was surprised to see her brother lying
in the closet. He had his penis out and was stroking it. It was
the first time she had ever seen an erection. He hadn't heard
her. He seemed to be looking through a crack in the wall. Lessa
didn't know what to do, so she quickly left. As she passed the
master bedroom, she heard her stepmother moaning while her
father laughed quietly. The next day she checked out the closet
and discovered that there was an opening into her parent's
bedroom.
A couple of days later she became aware of the sounds of
love making in her parent's room. She went down the hall and
peeked into her brother's room. He was asleep, so she crept to
the closet and peered through the crack in the wall. Her step
mom was straddling her father's hips, slowly moving up and down.
He was rubbing and kneading her breasts. She had her head thrown
back; her blond hair fell down her back. After a few minutes she
bent down and started rocking back and forth. Lessa could see
his penis as she rocked forward. It disappeared as she rocked
back. Her dad sucked on her tits. The rocking became faster and
faster until they both gasped and collapsed.
Over the next few weeks, Lessa and Josh became regular
spectators to their parent's lovemaking. Soon the exposure to
the raw, live sex scenes lead to some exploring. It started when
Lessa felt Josh's stiff penis against her while they lay
together. She made some fun of him, embarrassing him about his
normal reaction to the entertainment. A few days later she saw
him masturbating when she came into the bathroom. He was cumming
and his jiz was running down his dick and hand. He looked up
with a shocked expression; she quickly closed the door and went
down the hall.
The next time they lay together in the closet, she could
tell he was excited but he was being very careful to hide it. As
a joke she reached under him to touch it. To her surprise, he
rolled on his side so she could feel it. They stopped and looked
at each other. Then Josh gently pulled her hand to his penis.
She grasped it but didn't know what to do. He showed her how to
stroke it. After a few minutes he came, squirting cum on her
nightgown. Over the next few days, before Josh left for
boarding school, they "played together" a few times more. As
far as I could tell, this play usually involved Lessa giving
Josh a hand job while they watched their parents. Later she
would masturbate by herself in her room.
That evening I sat up on deck until late. Lessa had gone
to bed earlier. I was not sure about what had happened the night
before. It was the most wonderful experience and felt so right,
but this was my niece and she was just ten years old. I was
afraid of what my brother would do if he found out, I was afraid
of what she had awakened in me. After what she had told me, I
knew that she didn't feel bad about it-in fact, she enjoyed it.
But there was a difference between some sex play with her 14-
year-old step brother and sex play with her 40-year-old uncle.
When I went below I found her asleep in my bed, the picture of
innocent childhood. I climbed in next to her and we slept well
through the night.
I woke up alone. The sun was up and, through the porthole,
I could see that it was another beautiful day in paradise. I lay
back and savored the moment. Lessa came into the cabin; naked as
the day she was born. Through the sheet, it must have been
obvious that my cock was swollen, as it usually is in the
morning. Lessa reached down and started stroking it through the
sheets and gave me an incredible wet kiss. Next she pulled the
sheets down and straddled me. She started rocking back and forth,
using my rock hard member to rub her clit. I reached down and
around her ass and started fingering her pussy hole. As she
rocked up and down, I moved my middle finger in and out of her
pussy. She kept up the frontage, her breath matching her
rocking. It was really different to have such a light weight on
me. I was so turned on by the feeling of her little body against
mine. She rocked faster and faster as I started humping against
her. Soon she grunted and caught her breath as she came. At the
same time I shot my cum between us, on both our bellies. She
rolled off me, laughing. She wiped the cum off with her belly
and smeared it on my chest. Then she jumped up and ran out of
the cabin. I heard a splash as she dove over the side for a swim.
Part II