Joseph Addison - Held For Lust

He called me pretty!! That made her feel extra nice, Becky's heart began to beat a little faster and she found herself standing straighter. She'd been called pretty before, lots of times, but she never got-tired of hearing it said again! Becky felt the worry and tension melting out of her and she smiled as she inched closer to the shadow man in the chair. He liked me, he thinks that I'm pretty!

Almost as if he could hear what she was thinking and, chose to please her again, the man spoke. This time his voice was even warmer; softer. "Oh yes! You are a lovely little girl, Becky. I'm very pleased that you came to meet me today. Very, very pleased?"

She could see better now and Becky was surprised and a little bit shocked to see Anne confidently hop up on the man's lap and snuggle close to him, her bare thighs gleamed whitely in the dim light as she did.

"My name is Don," the man said, holding out his hand to the pretty child. "Don Harper. Anne calls me Uncle Don, why don't you call me that too?" She couldn't help herself, Becky felt drawn toward Uncle Don as if he was a magnet. The awed child saw a new, seductive kind of interest in the man's dark brown eyes and was strangely attracted to him.

Uncle Don was a handsome-man, his hair was blond and curly and laugh lines crinkled around his eyes, setting off the lean, tanned lines of his-face. The smiling man reminded Becky of a statue of a Greek warrior that she'd seen once in a museum.

Becky hesitated for a second, then meekly placed her slim, delicate hand in the handsome man's and allowed herself to be drawn forward.

"Sit down, honey," Uncle Don murmured to Becky. "We'll have a nice long talk." There was a short stool near his chair and the little girl settled down on it without a word of protest.

Don took another long pull at his drink then hugged Anne closer to him. Becky's eyes were completely adjusted by then and she watched in shocked surprise as Don's hand slipped up under the hem of her little cousin's dress and rubbed against her naked thighs.

"Anne and I have a lot of fun together," the handsome man said in a calm voice. "She isn't sure but she thinks that you'd like to have some fun with us too, is that right?"

The shocked thirteen-year-old didn't answer, she watched in numbed surprise as Don's hand pushed Anne's short, starched skirt high over her waist. Becky could clearly see what the man was doing to her ten-year-old cousin but she couldn't believe it!

Anne sighed contentedly and melted against the man's chest. Mr. Harper's tanned hand moved slowly over the ten-year-old's bared legs, his fingers gently pinching and squeezing her flesh, moving higher with each motion.

"It's all right," the man told Becky. "Just relax and we'll tell you all about the fun that we have together." Mr. Harper spoke calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening. Becky was paralyzed, she made no move to escape but sat very still on her little stool and watched.

Uncle Don's hand was between Anne's thighs and he gently pried them apart until Becky could clearly see the plump outline of her pretty cousins baby sex under her tight fitting cotton panties.

Anne shuddered and wiggled, her panty covered bottom rubbed excitedly on the man's lap. Slowly Mr. Harper's hand climbed until his forefinger pressed hard against the excited child's plump-mound.

Becky heard a sighing moan leak out of Anne's softening lips and she trembled! The blond child's own hairless vulva began to burn and she felt that awful wiggling sensation deep inside of her again.

"Ooooooohhhhh, Uncle Don," Anne murmured happily as she rolled her hips and pressed herself against his finger. "We watched Toni and Jeff do it again last night."

The handsome man smiled and nodded his head but didn't speak. Uncle Don's finger continued stirring and twisting against Anne's panties, his burning eyes never leaving Becky's.

"It makes me feel so hot when I watch them, uncle Don! When are you going to teach me to do that?"

Becky shivered and pressed her slim, hairless thighs together in a futile effort to still the warm, tingling itch that was growing stronger in her tight vagina. The little girl was shocked by her cousin's bold question and was even more shocked by the man's answer!

"Shhhhhhh," Don Harper whispered to Anne. "Don't talk about things like that yet. You'll frighten Becky and she won't want to play our games with us." Mr. Harper smiled at the shocked little blond. He increased the pressure of his finger, forcing Anne's panties ahead of it, wedging the cloth between her little folds until Becky could see her cunny outlined under the, white cloth. "One day I'll teach you, Anne," the big man murmured. A smile creased his handsome face. and he licked his lips as he stared directly into Becky's wide eyes. "I'll teach but until then I still know lots of ways to make both of you feel good, don't I?"

Mr. Harper used his thumb to pull aside the wrinkled; damp looking crotch piece of her cousin's panties and a flush of hot embarrassment washed over Becky when she found herself staring directly into the moist, pink slit of the ten-year-old's hairless pussy!

"Noooooooo," Becky whispered, speaking for the first time since she'd entered the garage. "You shouldn't do that to her! That's nasty and men aren't supposed to do things like that to girls!!" The slender little blond was trembling and her own moist little cunt was throbbing as if Uncle Don was stroking her and not Anne. "Don't touch her there!"

Don Harper didn't seem surprised, the handsome man smiled and shook his head at the same time he began to wiggle his finger and its tip disappeared into the moist, open throat of the little brunette's pussy!

"Calm, down and watch us," the blond man whispered. There was a note of command in his voice. Becky shook her head, but she was so accustomed to obeying adults-that she did what she was told without thinking. "You're wrong, pretty honey. You've been taught a bunch of old fashioned foolishness! Some people don't want anyone to have a good time, they try to make everyone obey the same stupid rules that are making them unhappy!"

It was hard for her to listen, Becky's attention was split between the handsome man's words and the terrible sight of his big finger slipping in and out of Anne's wet slit. The little girl was sighing and licking her pink lips, her hips rolled and twisted and her bare arms hung limp and lifeless at her sides.

Mr. Harper's voice grew stronger and there was a strange, angry sound in its tone. The way that the man was talking reminded the shocked little blond of being in church.

"Oh, I know! I've suffered at the hands of those narrow-minded bigots! I've been harassed, fired! Chased away in the night! I know how mean and evil-minded they can be. Don't you believe them, girl! Don't listen to the people who tell you it's wrong. Learn to enjoy yourself!"

Becky shook herself and crossed her slim arms across her chest as if to hide the tiny buds of her growing breasts from the man's burning gaze. The nervous little girl felt the tension all around her. It was as if they were all alone in the world, just herself the man and her excited cousin.

"Look! Move closer and watch us," Uncle Don commanded Becky. "Come closer and see what I'm doing for Anne. You can see how she likes it. Why shouldn't you have some fun too?"

The excited thirteen year old was so caught up in the moment that she didn't realize that the man was using his free hand to pull her forward on her stool. She was so close that Becky could hear the wet, sticky sounds that Anne's fat little pussy lips made as they clung and rubbed against Uncle Don's thick finger.

"You'd like it too. I know you would," Don whispered in Becky's ear as he drew her so close that he could run the flat of his palm down the curve of her back. "Would you like to slip upon my lap and take Anne's place? Do you want your share of fun too?"