Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

It never occurred to the stunning young housewife to wonder just why her ten year old daughter was dolled up like a seventeen year old. She had more important things to think about at the moment.

"Hi…" Jeanie entered swaying her small but already curvaceous hips and stood defiantly between her twenty year old uncle and the television set. "Is that all you ever do… watch the boob tube?" she asked, tossing her long blonde hair seductively.

"Sometimes…" Morgan answered surlily. He was still smarting over his brother's remark about the party being invitational. "Anyway, what's it to you?" He wished the little brat would leave him alone. As it was, he'd already noticed that she seemed to want to hang around him, pestering him with silly questions, seemingly unaware of the fact that he didn't want to be bothered.

"I'm worried about your mind, Morgan!" Jeanie declared, refusing to budge. "And your body too," she added pointedly.

"Screwy kid!" Morgan said. But he was remembering how she'd sat in his lap that day… the afternoon when they'd been all alone in the house, and he as usual had been thinking about her mother, Fran. The little girl had wriggled and wriggled and he'd felt himself growing more and more excited, imagining somehow that it was Fran doing this to him, rubbing up against his cock, wanting to make it good and hard so that he could fuck her with it! But the reality of the fact was that it was only Jeanie, little ten year old Jeanie who hardly had any tits, so finally he'd stopped her. But Christ, he'd almost shot his entire load right then and there!

Just thinking about it now was making him hornier than hell, and as he glared at Jeanie who still stood between him and "Let's Make a Deal" on the screen, he had a glimmer of an idea. It was a terrible idea, he knew… a really low idea… and yet he couldn't put it out of his mind.

Jeanie began to do a little jiggling dance there before him, and he couldn't help noticing that her little breasts were bouncing beneath the soft clinging blouse she wore, and that her legs were thin but perfectly formed, as though she were already a tiny woman. Jeanie hummed a tune to herself, and let her tiny pink tongue tip protrude from her parted lips.

"What do you mean, you're worried about my body?" he asked her, becoming interested in playing her game, or at least in finding out just what it was for the first time.

"Well," Jeanie replied thoughtfully, "all you do is sit around. I mean, I never see you doing anything else… and bodies were meant to be used. Do you always lead this kind of life? I mean, don't you ever go out with girls or anything?"

"Sure I go out with girls," Morgan replied. Jeanie was twirling now before him, somehow closer than before. If he wanted to he could reach out and touch her. The end of her skirt flipped up and as she pivoted neatly in front of him, he saw that the tender, almost hairless little pussy that nestled between her young thighs was completely naked and uncovered.

He could feel his adrenaline pumping, and a light film of sweat broke out upon his brow. "What do you do with them?" Jeanie asked, moving closer still.

Shit! Morgan thought, she's asking for it!

"Lots of things…" Morgan answered, his eyes taking in the whole appealing shape of his little niece. She was cute all right, there was no doubt about that… and the thought that her mother Fran had probably looked just like this once added to the young man's excitement. What would it be like to feel that little pussy slipping over his finger? He bet that Jeanie would like it… that she would like it a lot!

"Tell me…!" Jeanie implored, forming her gloss-covered pink lips into a pout and standing, hands on hips, an inch from her uncle. She could tell that her performance was having the desired effect just from the look on Morgan's face, and as she glanced down to his lap, she could see the telltale bulge in his pants. It was working… so far it was working very well!

"Uhhhh…" Morgan hesitated.

"Show me!" Jeanie added boldly.

She's asked me… she's forcing me into it! Morgan told himself, as the last shreds of his hesitancy melted away. She was only ten years old, for Chrissakes, and his own niece… but he couldn't stop himself!

"Come over to the couch and I'll show you," he said, his voice low with emotion.

"Oh, will you, Uncle Morgan?" Jeanie cried, her voice shrill with excitement and a false little-girl tone.

Morgan didn't answer. There was a lump in his throat as he stood up. Jeanie ran before him and sat upon the couch, her small pale legs spread so that he could see directly between them, up under her skirt, the glistening jewel of her baby cunt that seemed to beckon him on.

He was going to do it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself now. She wanted it too bad… and so, for that matter, did he!

The young uncle could feel his thick cock throbbing hotly in his pants as he moved toward her. It ached unmercifully, and he thought about what he could do. He didn't think he could get it inside her… no, not yet… he couldn't do that… but, by God, he'd think of something!

Jeanie reclined on the sofa, waiting, her eyes bright with emotion as she saw her Uncle Morgan coming toward her. She could feel undeniable thrills of desire coursing through her youthful loins as he bent over her. The emotion she was feeling was being carefully analyzed by her mind, and she felt a gnawing hunger inside her for the fruition of her plans. She lay with her head back on the sofa, right there in her own family living room, her eyes closing in mute submission to her uncle's presence near her. Her ears seemed to be burning and every part of her being was filled with anticipation. To her overwhelming joy, she felt her slender legs being slowly spread apart, and her breath came in jagged rushes as the soft exposed center of her down-covered pussy pulsed excitedly.

OH GOD, WOULD HE NEVER TOUCH HER THERE? And then the ten year old felt her uncle's thumbs pressing hard on her tender white thighs, pulling her forward toward him.

Unexplainably, Morgan found the little girl's fully presented naked hips and thighs far more beautiful than any grown woman he'd ever seen. She had a grace about her, an inner passivity that excited him beyond measure. This was going to be the most exciting thing he'd ever done… and he'd done a lot of things! His face approached the pale naked mound of child's flesh, the secret untouched "vee" of his little niece's waiting pussy. Eagerly, he flicked out his tongue, parting the thinly curling traces of pubic hair and penetrating the already softly pulsating little slit of the ten year old's naked cunt.

"Aaaaaaa!" Jeanie cried, jerking a little at the unexpected wetness of the hotly searing contact. Morgan held the little girl firm and wormed his tongue slowly inward, making a sharp little spear with the tip of it. It was soft and yet hard against her delicate cuntal flesh and the seeping secret warmth of her excitedly aroused pussy surrounded his protruding tongue.

"Ooooooooh!" she moaned, "Ooooooooh, Uncle Morgan!"

The rash young uncle savored the little girl's sexual flavor, rolling his tongue about in the moist confines of the narrow pulsing lips of her widely offered young pussy. She tasted damn good! He could feel her whole body jerking and quivering with each teasing stroke of his tongue up between her open thighs as he breathed deeply into the widespread area of the ten year old's openly exposed cunt, letting the flat of his tongue brush again and again over the rising hardness of her tiny pulsating clitoris.

"Let me kiss it!" he muttered into her openly presented pussy. "Let me kiss your little cunt good!"

Jeanie moaned her assent. She had never in her young life felt anything so wonderful, so far beyond her wildest imaginings about what her first real encounter would be like!