THE SOUND OF JOYFUL yelling filtered in through the open bedroom window. A small splash followed a "Wheee!"

A deeper voice yelled, "My turn!"

"Careful, Tod!"

My sister's voice had no force in it. It was a rote warning all mothers issue when their child takes any risk. The sound of the diving board bouncing preceded another even larger splash.

"Tod! Next time wait until your sister has moved out of the way!"

Sitting on the edge of the guest room bed I smiled at Karen's motherly warnings. She was such a hen. A wave of guilt washed over me erasing the smile. I was still hard and would have to sit here until I was presentable. Yet the aching strain of my erection was the type that promised not to fade anytime soon.

It had caught me off guard even if that was no excuse. But God almighty! It was still etched in my mind. Without question it was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever experienced, almost more arousing than seeing my first girlfriend naked for the first time. No. It was definitely more arousing.

Another splash filtered up to me. I wondered what Liz was doing. I didn't hear her voice. Was she now embarrassed? Was she going to tell her mother? I could pass it off as an accident, which it was, but only if this traitorous erection would go away. Damn!

"Don't run around the pool, Tod!"

I smiled. Tod, at fourteen, was unruly and headstrong just like his mother. He'd do exactly what he wanted and if it was wrong, he'd apologize after stretching the boundaries. My sister had been exactly the same when growing up. It served her right to be faced with the same problem - poetic justice.

"Liz? Where are you?" Karen yelled.

Good question, Sis. Where is your daughter? Inadvertently I pictured it again. My erection throbbed. Damn.

I hadn't expected her to be changing in my bedroom. I'd assumed she'd change in one of the spare rooms, so when I shoved the door open I'd been shocked. There, standing at the foot of my bed was Liz, half-naked. It was a moment frozen in time; Liz stopping and staring at me with wide gray-blue eyes, me stopping and staring - no, not staring, ogling her.

The one-piece red bathing suit was pulled up to her waist, everything above exposed. Copper-red hair fell to her shoulders with two hair clips holding the sides up out of her face. She was slightly turned and partially bent at the waist, her hands rearranging the tight crotch of her suit. The blush that dusted her cheeks didn't hide the spray of freckles. I saw one little bare breast and became erect.

For thirty seconds we stared at each other not moving. Then, despite her blush, Liz straightened and turned. She looked me in the eyes and, contradicting what the blush suggested, she did nothing to cover herself, leaving herself open for my inspection. They were gorgeous. Very small breasts, newly formed yet perky, were topped by the most amazing, slightly puffy pink areolae with soft nipples. Despite their diminutive size, Liz's breasts looked luscious and sexy.

I ogled them. It wasn't a look, glance or stare. I ogled them. In my dreams young girls' pubescent breasts hadn't looked that beautiful. When I finally managed to wrestle my eyes away from them, an erection now tight in my pants, I looked into her eyes. Liz smiled again shyly. She saw my appreciation. She knew I found her attractive, desirable. Then she floored me.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked hesitantly.

It shocked me into action. "I'm so sorry, Liz. I didn't know . . . I didn't realize . . ."

Backing out of the room, I'd closed the door behind me and mindlessly found an empty guest bedroom.

Sitting on the side of the bed, splashing and laughter reaching me from the back yard, I willed my erection down. Karen would be expecting me to join her. I willed the images out of mind, concentrating on restoring my vintage Jensen Interceptor, a beautiful two-door GT from the late sixties.

"There you are," Karen said with a smile, waving me over to the chaise lounge next to her.

"Watch this, Uncle!" Jennifer yelled.

I watched Jennifer, all of ten and a half years old and a beanpole, run and leap off the diving board, curling her legs and making a dainty splash in the pool. She struggled to the surface and immediately looked my way to check that I'd observed her fine cannonball. I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled back with satisfaction.

"Where were you?" Karen asked, spreading suntan lotion on her fair skin. It was probably SPF 1000 given how she'd burn.

"Changing."

Sitting down, Karen and I chatted about life, kids, Mom and Dad, and Jeremy, her husband. It was a comfortable chat, one we'd had many times. I'd been lucky enough to afford a house and, as a Personal Financial Planner, could work from home. It let me slack off whenever I chose to. With an early summer heat punishing Georgia, Karen had sought relief in my pool for herself and her kids on a lazy Saturday afternoon, her husband sweating on the golf course.

As we yakked, I watched Liz. She'd emerged and slipped into the pool. Unlike her siblings, she showed no playful exuberance, swimming slowly and pausing to hang onto the edge of the pool, her chin resting on crossed arms. She was watching me, too. Only recently turned twelve, Liz had changed emotionally more significantly than one year might suggest. She was maturing and it was fascinating to observe.

She caught my eyes and smiled, giving me that shy smile I found rather attractive. I reacted. Before embarrassing myself in front of her mother, I excused myself and dived into the pool, water immediately cooling my body but not my mind. Under water I saw Liz at the edge of the pool. Her red bathing suit had formed to her bottom outlining its still immature shape and two small compact buttocks underneath. I rose silently to her side and latched onto the edge just like her. She turned her face, resting her cheek on her arms and studied me with those lovely gray-blue eyes. I smiled.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Okay."

"Just okay?"

"Uh-huh."

We looked at each other. There was a connection that hadn't been there before. I felt it. An electrical charge between us. It made me uncomfortable.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

Tod took a huge leap from the diving board behind us, adding a yell before hitting the water with a whump. Waves jostled us. Jennifer yelled excitedly, "My turn!"

"Ask me what?" I replied.

"How come you didn't want to touch them?" Liz asked.

There are times when adult restraint is called for. Little white lies are needed to maintain decorum and social acceptability. This was one. This called for diversion and denial and reinforcement of her youth and the inappropriateness of adult appreciation of her emerging charms. I answered truthfully.

"I did want to."

"Then how come you didn't?"

It was a strange conversation to be having with my niece, with her mother not ten feet away and her brother and sister in the pool with us. "Because you're twelve years old and my niece."

"Did you like them?"

"A lot. You should be proud. They're really beautiful."

A mental image of her small breasts jumped to mind. I reacted physically and, before it was too late, I smiled at Liz and swam away. For the rest of the afternoon I was very conscious of her wherever she was. That red bathing suit form-fitted to her young body revealing the sensual shape of a budding beauty.

That night, with the windows open and a warm breeze wafting the curtains, I lay on my bed naked, my erection strong. I replayed my day. Everything had come out of the blue. Liz's behavior was new. Her calm comments were surprising and arousing. I didn't think she knew just how hard it had affected me. In so many ways Liz was my ideal. I had, for as long as I could remember, found budding puberty the most arousing stage of a girl's sexuality. For just as long I'd secretly desired, wished for a chance to actually be with a young girl at that most perfect stage - the first onset of pubescence. Liz was at that exact age; sexual awareness growing along with testing her attractiveness, her body showing the very first emergence of maturity while still being childish with narrow hips, slender, young and alluring.

Stroking my erection I pictured Liz when she'd slowly pulled herself out of the pool, her body bending, water dripping. I'd watched her. She knew I was watching her, too. She stood up, her red bathing suit clinging to her like a second skin, tight enough for me to see her small breasts, their puffy areolae and soft nipples, tight enough for me to see the succulent, lush shape of her pubis, and tight enough to hint at a cleft.

Stroking my erection I pictured the water that fell from her full vulva as if she was peeing. I pictured her in my bedroom standing calmly for my inspection, seductive little breasts and sexy areolae, her breasts so new, so young, so perky and firm.

I imagined kissing her breasts, each small enough for me to take entirely into my mouth, less than a palm-full. I imagined sucking on those puffy pink areolae and making them even puffier and darker, flushed and aroused. I imagined cupping the crotch of that bathing suit and feeling the incredible shape of a twelve-year-old's little pussy.

Eyes closed, I imagined feeling her cleft outlined in the bathing suit and I came, cock swelling, semen pulsing up my shaft. Groaning aloud, cum spurted, sweet release flooding me. I spurted, cum running down my shaft to cover my fist, everything slippery. I came, spurting hot cum, pleasure filling me. I came beautifully, ecstasy slowly passing leaving behind regret for its passing and peace and satisfaction.

LIZ KICKED OFF THE covers. Her room was hot despite the air-conditioned coolness. She was hot. She felt as if she was running a fever, her skin hot. She still couldn't believe what she'd done. Uncle Rick walking in on her had shocked her into immobility. If he didn't have those expressive light brown eyes with dark lashes, she wouldn't have reacted as she had.

Liz trembled and reached down to cup her pussy over her panties. Her touch felt good, familiar, arousing. She closed her eyes and thought back. Uncle Rick's eyes had opened wide in surprise and, had they not changed, she would have covered herself and blushed hard. But the expression in them changed. It was amazing to watch. At first they'd softened. Then they'd admired. Heat stole into them and she'd actually seen him get an erection. It wasn't obvious, but there was definitely a change in his groin.

A wave of horniness washed through her. She moaned. These days she seemed to be endlessly horny. Slipping her hand up and under her panties, Liz reached in and cupped her bare mons. Those newly emerging pubic hairs were thin and silky and sparse, almost unnoticeable.

She still didn't understand where her bravery had come from. Standing up and letting Uncle Rick see her small boobs had been so uncharacteristic. But somehow it had felt fantastic, exciting, arousing. It had made her feel so sexy and mature to see his admiration and see how she turned him on. It didn't hurt that she'd had a crush on him for the past year or so. He was sexy in a languid, easy-going way, slender and rakish with dark hair flopping over his forehead. She'd noticed how easy it was to talk to him. He wasn't like the other adults. He didn't dismiss her or pretend to listen or fake being interested in what she talked about. Uncle Rick actually paid attention, every so often flashing that amazing smile at her, the one that recently had started making her heart beat hard.

Reaching down, Liz caressed her clit. She let herself dream that Uncle Rick hadn't backed out of the bedroom the way he had. She let herself dream that he'd smiled at her with lust in his gorgeous eyes. Caressing her clit, breathing hard, she dreamed he'd stepped into the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind him before walking over to her.

Hips undulating, heart beating hard, pussy moist, she diddled her clit harder, her breasts now feeling full, engorged. She dreamed of Uncle Rick moving close to her and, despite her breasts being uncovered and open for him to touch, she dreamed of him moving his face close to hers, his warm clean breath mixing with hers. Her heart beat faster. She diddled herself harder, hips undulating, close now.

She let herself dream of Uncle Rick whispering, "You are so sexy, Liz," and instead of trying to grope her boobs, she let herself dream he kissed her gently, one finger under her chin to tilt her mouth up to his, his masculine scent filling her.

Liz grunted. Her legs snapped shut trapping her hand. Her climax washed over her, eyes squeezed shut, mind lost in his sexy kiss, Uncle Rick kissing her. She grunted again, rolling onto her side and let herself drown in the intense pleasure of a great climax, waves cascading over her.

THE CELL PHONE BUZZED. I fished it out, driving one handed and hoping there were no police nearby. The phone number was new to me.

"Hello?"

"Hi. It's me."

I recognized Liz's voice. How did she get my number? "Hi." Why was she calling me? She'd never called me before.

"Are you doing anything?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm driving," I answered.

A tinkle of laughter came through the speaker. "No. I mean are you busy?"

"Now?" I asked checking my watch. Three forty-five.

"Yes now. Are you?"

I was heading to the grocery store to restock the pantry after depleting it this weekend. "Not really. What's up?"

"Would you like to meet? Maybe for an iced latte?"

"Sure. Where?"

Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in Starbucks with an iced latte in hand and Liz sitting across from me in her school attire; jeans, a stylish silky top that revealed her shoulders, sneakers. She sucked on the straw, her gray-blue eyes studying me. I let her. She'd brushed her copper-red hair into a short ponytail. I noticed how her eyebrows were a lighter red than her hair. The sprinkle of freckles looked good on her.

She blushed.

"What's up?" I asked again.

"Nothing really. I just wanted to see you again."

When I smiled at her she blushed a bit more. It really was beautiful on her. Clearly she was now embarrassed by what had happened on Saturday. "I'm sorry," I apologized.

She looked startled. "What for?"

"For Saturday."

"Oh." Looking down at the iced latte she added in a quiet voice, "I didn't mind."

"Still."

She glanced at my face. Her lovely eyes slid away to watch people lined up waiting for their drinks. "I liked it," she said.

"So did I."

Liz smiled, pleased. She looked at me, her eyes searching. We seemed to be dancing but I couldn't hear the music. "How about we take our drinks and go for a walk?" I suggested.

"Kay. Let's."

The heat was oppressive. Humidity made it a breathless heat. I enjoyed it far more than cold winters. I liked seeing people out and about. I loved watching females of all types wearing clothes that swished, a flash of legs, shorts that hugged curvaceous rumps. I loved light blouses that, when a breeze arrived, pressed silky material to sensual breasts - large or small. But best of all was watching the young girls flaunt their growing sexuality in a test of their attractiveness.

Liz walked next to me, close but not too close. She sipped her iced latte through a straw. We wandered into a nearby park and found a bench.

"Do you ever go to the movies?" Liz asked.

"Yes. Frequently. Do you?"

"Sometimes with my friends." She reached up to gather a wayward strand of hair blown loose, curling it behind her ear. A small gold ring dangled from her lobe. "Would you maybe . . ." Her voice trailed off.

It was cute. I finally understood. Liz was edging towards what she really wanted but was clearly in unfamiliar territory. I found it quite thrilling. Leaning back on the bench, I rested my arm behind her. She was near enough that my hand could touch her shoulder. I did. A light touch, nothing more.

"I was thinking of seeing The Bling Ring with Emma Watson this coming Saturday," I said. "Have you seen it?"

"No. But I want to." She turned to glance at me, blushed slightly and turned her attention back to the iced latte.

It was sweet. And what I was contemplating was completely illicit. "Maybe, if you're not going with friends, you could come with me to see it."

She responded immediately. "Okay. That would be nice."

"So, how's school going?" I asked, changing the subject to ease her nervousness.

For the next half hour we chatted easily. I liked Liz. She was quietly intelligent. There was no pretense in her. I didn't get the impression she was trying too hard or pretending to be an adult. She was full of interesting insights into her sister and brother. She revealed her parents were going through a tough time but didn't blame either one, yet.

I talked about restoring my old car and promised to show her sometime. And, with a light rub on her back, we separated to go our separate ways.

Wednesday afternoon my cell rang. Straightening from bending under the hood of the Jensen, I checked the display. Liz. Smiling, I answered.

"Hello there."

"Hi. Are you doing anything?"

"Yes. I'm talking on the phone with my lovely niece," I answered.

She laughed brightly. "No. I mean are you busy?"

"Nope. What's up?"

"Would you like to get an iced latte or something?"

The prospect of seeing Liz again pleased me, quite a lot, actually. "Sure. When?"

"Now."

"Same place?"

"Uh-huh."

"See you in ten."

Rain pelted Starbucks' windows. Little drops haphazardly wended their way down meeting other drops, merging, getting bigger, mass making them run faster until in a mad dash they disappeared off the bottom of the windowpane. Liz sat to my right at the small round table sipping her iced latte from a straw, her gray-blue eyes smiling at me.

Her left knee brushed against mine. It could have been accidental but her eyes drifting away and the little blush dusting her freckles gave truth to the action. She smiled, a beautiful smile, when I reciprocated and let my knee touch hers. Secret communication had started.

We sipped and talked, Liz animatedly telling me about her day, her friends, and the stupid boys at school. With our knees we talked, too, a tentative exploration, does he like me? Small pressure reassured her and brought out a lovely blush. She edged her hand closer to mine, not yet ready to touch, the move more an expression of nervous desire.

We chatted and agreed we both hated rain. She thought I looked way younger than twenty-seven. I thought she looked way older than twelve and behaved far too much like a lady to be that young. Liz smiled with pleasure.

She gave me a bright, "See ya!" when we parted, waving and still smiling from the chaste kiss on her cheek. A gentle back rub let her know of my affection.

The feel of a small bra strap was added to my active imagination that night, sweet release easing the stress of my attraction. Twelve-year-old girls, I was discovering, were full of mystery and sweetness and puppy love. They were an intense experience.

Friday brought a return of humid heat and a rush of end-of-week client phone calls. I was quietly pleased when six o'clock rolled around and I finally shut my home office door. The business day was over.

An ice cold Rolling Rock beer in its dark green bottle dripped condensation. The gas barbecue warmed up giving off smoke and the aroma of burning meat from an unbrushed grill. On the shelf next to it sat a two-inch-thick steak waiting. Inside the house, in the oven, a baked potato was nearing doneness, sour cream, cheddar and bacon waiting to join it in perfect harmony.

Leaning back in the chair I let the late afternoon sun warm my face. Perspiration trickled down my temples. Excitement hummed in me. Tomorrow I was going to take Liz to the movies.

Fifteen minutes later a hunk of steer was sizzling. A second beer was popped open and my cell rang. I checked the display and recognized the number. Liz.

Smiling, I answered. "Hello there."

"Hi. What 'cha doing?"

"Making dinner and drinking a beer."

"Are we still on for the movies tomorrow?"

"If it's it okay with your mom, then yes."

"It is. Will you pick me up?"

"Yes."

"What time?"

"One-thirty?"

"Kay. Bye."

Dinner was delicious, made more so by anticipation and her enthusiasm.

LIZ BOUNCED OUT THE front door, excitement making her heart thump. Waiting had been so hard. Hearing his voice, soft, calm, deep, and sexy as ever, had been thrilling. His kiss on her cheek had promised so much. His hand rubbing her back had told her how much he liked her. She'd taken those feelings to bed every night and found pleasure and sweet ecstasy in them.

Dressing had been hard. Nothing seemed grown-up enough. Even though she doubted he'd see, she found her sexiest matching underwear and bra, a powder blue and lace set she'd bought with Mom at Victoria's Secret. She remembered how mature and sexy she'd felt that first time she'd worn them, under her school clothes, secretly, no one suspecting she had such sexy lingerie on.

Jeans and a light blue top with Keds were selected. She'd stood in front of the mirror and undone three buttons on her blouse, blushed and done two up. If Mom saw her like that she'd suspect.

There he was. That smile was so sexy.

"Hey!" she said, slamming the car door.

"Hey you."

I LOOKED INTO GRAY-BLUE eyes sparkling with excitement. She glowed with energy, her smile quite lovely. Liz was a picture of sweet girl. Her blouse seemed to drape on her chest, small mounds showing. She was sexy, freckled, her copper-red hair flowing freely. In the sunlight it had strands of red gold.

Awkwardness arrived. I concentrated on driving. "When did you tell your mother you'd be home?"

"Before dinner. Seven or so."

I liked that. We'd be able to spend some time together after the movie.

Hesitation and insecurity dogged us. As if we were conscious that this could be interpreted as a date, we both became careful. Tickets were purchased, drinks and popcorn bought, seats selected. The lights dimmed. Accidentally on purpose fingers touched.

Liz slipped her small hand into mine. Popcorn was consumed with the other hand. Her hand stayed in mine, occasionally squeezing out a signal of her pleasure. In that secret communication I agreed with her. I, too, was pleased.

When lights came up, shyness returned and hands separated.

"I liked it. Did you?" she asked brightly, sipping a coke in the food court half an hour later.

"It was fun. I do like Emma Watson. It's hard to believe she's English. She does an American accent really well," I said.

"I liked her, too. Thanks. This was nice."

Smiling, I agreed. "It was very nice, Liz. Especially holding your hand. That was the best part."

She blushed slightly. "For me too," she said softly, her knee finding mine under the table and staying there.

Comfortable physical contact had started.

Strolling through the mall and window shopping, Liz pointing out things she liked, our fingers brushing against each other. Liz moved steadily closer to me entering my personal space. I rested a hand over her slender shoulder possessively when we stopped to admire clothes in a window. It stayed there when we moved on.

At another window Liz pointed. "Look at those shoes! How silly!"

The platform shoes with horizontal holes through the thick soles were ridiculous. But her hand didn't fall back to her side after pointing. She placed it over mine on her shoulder. A few minutes later fingers intertwined. That secret communication was busy; I like you a lot, I was saying, Liz responding, I like you, too.

At six-fifteen she slipped out of the car. Her small blush was finally fading. My gentle kiss on her cheek had been reciprocated, her soft lips kissing my cheek, lingering long enough to send me the message, I'd like to do more if you would. Our breath mixed before I withdrew. Young love was so exciting.

Ten-twenty at night Liz was on the phone, thanking me in a quiet voice.

"Are you in your room?" I asked.

"Yes. Why?"

I didn't answer. "I liked taking you to the movies. Is there any chance I could do it again?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "When?"

"Next Saturday?"

"But that's a whole . . . Okay."

"You're a beautiful girl, Liz. I like being with you."

"Me too," she said softly.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

After a brief silence she answered. "That I miss you."

I smiled. "I miss you too. I'll be dreaming of you tonight."

I discovered our time and planned around it. Three forty-five, after school, Liz was free for an hour, expected home before five.

By Wednesday she no longer called me. I was there at Starbucks with her drink, waiting. Weather permitting we strolled to the park, found our secluded bench, sat too close to each other and talked. I learned how exciting a twelve-year-old girl's life could be. It was full of intrigue and hidden messages, replete with jealousy and rivalry. It was exuberant and exciting and full of angst. It was a strange world I became enamored with.

Our daily hour was also filled with silent communication. Liz would press her thigh against mine and smile when I responded. Little touches, exploring the bounds, became steadily more intimate. Light touches of my forearm became longer, fingers lingering. A laughing slap of my thigh led to a hand resting on it possessively. It felt good, full of promise and in its flirtatious innocence, very arousing.

Small glimpses of her youth battled with her attempt at being mature, the mix perfectly charming. Her giggles when I playfully tickled her side were music to my ears.

Every afternoon ended with a sweet exchange of kisses on each other's cheek. Over several days those kisses lingered slightly longer. Each was placed slightly closer to mouths. Each was followed by a pleased blush, a bright, "See ya!" and a small wave.

The promised movie never happened the following Saturday. I picked Liz up, this time stopping in to chat with my sister. She looked harried and worn down. Taking one of her children off her hands was gratefully received.

As Liz and I waited for air-conditioning to cool the car, Liz turned to me.

"It's really hot today."

I agreed.

"I'd really rather swim," she said.

Sounded fine to me. "Sure. You have your bathing suit?"

She waved a small bag at me. "Uh-huh. Right here."

It only occurred to me when we were half way home. Last time she'd been in my house I'd seen her breasts. I became partially erect wondering if I'd be allowed to see them again, this time with no one else around.

The trip was taken in silence. I wondered what she was thinking. I found out when, after changing and getting refreshments, I waited for her to emerge.

The one-piece red bathing suit was gone. A pink bikini had replaced it and it was a stunningly sexy replacement. Two triangles with gathers outlined sensual little breasts. Strings were tied on each narrow boyish hip supporting two more triangles, one front, one back, gathers making them appear loose. Liz had acres of skin, soft, creamy skin. Her chest was dusted with freckles. In a bikini, her legs seemed inordinately long and slender for a twelve-year-old.

Liz smiled brightly when I said, "Wow," and blushed beautifully when I said, "Stunning," and laughed with delight when I added, "Scrumptious, totally edible."

She walked down the steps into the pool. I watched the magic of water press skimpy cloth against the body underneath, form to and outline a barely pubescent goddess. I followed her in very quickly when I responded to her attractiveness.

She was aware of me. She knew the effect she had on me and I adored her sultry tease. Her pretty eyes twinkled. Her smile glowed. She floated on her back giving me a view of small breasts outlined under pink and the remarkable shape of a twelve-year-old pubis, wet cloth showing a short, sexy cleft.

We swam slowly, completely aware of each other, slowly moving closer until we brushed against each other in passing.

"This feels so nice," Liz exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

Restraint was becoming difficult. I let my fingertips trail across her back in passing. "Yes, this feels incredible," I agreed.

She smiled, knowing I wasn't just referring to the pool.

The kiss, when it happened, was sweet and sexy. In its chasteness it held wonderful promise of future exploration. It happened when I caught Liz's hand and drew her towards me. Her soft expectant smile and sparkling eyes told of her awareness of what I had in mind, something that had grown over days of her sweet attentions.

She folded into me, her arms slipping around my neck, her young body pressed to mine.

"You know what I want to do, don't you?" I asked.

She nodded, smiling. "You want to kiss me," she said softly.

Lips touched. Small sparks went off. Her mouth was small, lips silky. Eyes closed, she pressed her mouth to mine, lips closed, sexy, sweet, intensely arousing.

When it ended she rested her face on my shoulder. Her breath was warm. She knew how she'd affected me. She could feel it, my swimming suit unable to protect her innocence. She said nothing yet spoke, telling me it was okay, that she liked it, by pressing herself against it. My hand dropped to cup her rear. In the warm early summer sun, heat beating down, cool water swirling around us, I found a new name for erotic: luscious Liz.

Eventually we parted, me giving her a light peck on her lips. We swam with new awareness of each other, chatted about this and that, but not the kiss.

I served soft drinks and kept an eye on Liz. She came out of the pool sexier than she'd entered it. I'd kissed that beautiful girl. Water had done its magic, too. Her pink bikini had plastered to her young body revealing the shape of young breasts and the sensual delta of a young pubis and the seductive shape of young buttocks.

Liz fussed, laying the towel over her chair just so. She sat and accepted an ice-filled cold glass of Pepsi and took a large sip, sighing with pleasure. Her eyes watched me like a hawk, taking in my every expression, my smile, my admiring looks. When she leaned back in the chair to absorb the sun's warming rays, her eyes still watched.

A blush emerged. She could see me.

I studied her bikini bottom, loving how it held her young pussy, forming to the remarkably sensual shape of her mons, the leg elastic digging deep accentuating her full vulva. A sexy camel toe drew my eyes to her buttocks below where they pressed to the chair. The bikini had slipped into her butt crack revealing one buttock. It was casually sexy, sensual.

I reacted physically. Liz's blush intensified.

Glancing at her face, I smiled. "Sorry. You're too cute by far. I can't help how I react to you."

"It's nice. I like it," she said before taking another sip of Pepsi, her eyes returning to the evidence of my arousal.

We did no more than swim that afternoon. A couple more sweet and sexy kisses happened, but nothing else. Liz was dry and presentable when I dropped her off at home. This time, pulling over before reaching her house, I kissed her gently on her lips. She blushed only slightly.

"I had a wonderful time, Uncle Rick," she said, leaning in the car window.

"Me too, Liz. Me, too."

Her phone call came at half past ten that night as I sat with a beer on the patio, the pool lit by an underwater light making it glow like a crystal neon beacon.

When the cell rang, I looked at the display. A photo of Liz smiling appeared, the shot I'd taken that afternoon. I smiled.

"Hello there," I answered.

"Hi. I just wanted to tell you I had a wonderful day today, Uncle," she said softly.

"Me, too."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm sitting on the patio and remembering every detail of your visit," I answered.

I heard the pleasure in her voice when she said, "Kay."

Silence filled the void for a minute. Just knowing she was on the other end of this tethered communication was nice.

"Do you think we could do it again?" she asked.

"My pool is open to you any time," I answered.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. I was having fun. Yes we can do it again. As much as you want. I'd like that very much."

"Kay," she sighed. "Tomorrow?"

"If your mom allows you to come over, sure."

"I'll ask and text you. Is that okay?"

"Yup. Sleep well."

"I will. You too."

I let memories float to the surface, tactile, visual, aural. An erection formed. Rising, I went to bed and wondered if Liz was touching herself right now. I wished I could see. I wanted to know how young girls in early pubescence pleasure themselves.

On the bed, naked, a cooler breeze stirring the curtains, I stroked my erection and re-lived luscious Liz. It was a carefully constructed journey starting with her pink bikini, the one she'd left at my house. I enjoyed her coltish beauty, her emerging breasts, so small on her. I admired the acres of silken bare skin, her slenderness, her narrow bony hips. I stroked myself reviewing the subtle movement of young buttocks, a loose yet firm sexy bounce, buttocks moving in counterpoint to each other, a small triangle of pink incapable of preventing my imagination from seeing her full naked glory.

I stroked myself harder revisiting her wet bikini formed to a young pubis, the startling prominence, that sexy delta, that sensual little camel toe. Pressure grew, arousal peaking. I stroked myself harder and revisited that sight of newly formed breasts and Liz standing letting me see. In my mind's eye I saw the perfection of her breasts, small and perky with puffy light pink areolae.

I stroked myself harder and, when I imagined sucking them, taking one entirely into my mouth, my body jerked. I came, semen erupting with a wave of bliss. I kissed Liz and cupped her small breast, swelled and spurted again, sweet pleasure flowing through me. I cupped her sweet bum and came, spurting, cum flowing, pleasure permeating my heaving body, waves of bliss fading with my climax. Peace followed.

SOFT COTTON PANTIES HUNG from her knee. The room was quiet except for a soft squishing sound. She was very wet. The covers were shoved aside, her knees bent, legs parted.

Another wave of arousal washed over her. She replayed his kiss, his gentle kiss so full of love and desire. His lips had burned hers leaving them flushed and tingling.

Liz moaned quietly. Squishing sounds sped up as she diddled herself. She let herself feel him again. It had thrilled her and made her feel so sexy. He'd been so hard and felt so big pressed to her. His arousal had made her pussy ache. When she'd dressed to come home she'd had to rinse her bikini bottoms she'd leaked so much.

Liz felt the beginning of her climax. Her pussy ached, moist and slippery. Her clit pulsed with arousal. Her boobs ached to be touched. She dreamed of touching him, reaching down and holding him. She saw his pleasure, how he'd moan at her touch and whisper to her how much he desired her.

Her hips started moving, legs tightening and relaxing, stomach tensing with the approaching storm. Her lips parted, inhaling. She frowned concentrating on the pleasure building in waves. She pictured his erection. She pictured bending down to kiss it for him and his groan of delight. She pictured his sexy light brown eyes intensifying.

Panting, Liz reached down and pressed her finger to her entrance. She saw Uncle Rick burning with desire for her, reaching for her, tugging her panties off in his need for her. She felt him bend and suck her aching breasts and Liz came, crying out when finger penetrated her pussy. Her hips surged up. Pain and ecstasy merged and crashed over her. She cried out again, thrusting her finger in, climaxing, cumming.

THE BEEP ON MY PHONE came at seven thirty Sunday morning. It wouldn't have woken me except the cell vibrated, rattling on the side table in excitement at receiving a text message.

Reaching out, I looked at the screen. Liz. Her message was short and to the point. "Call me. Please."

"Hello there," I said sleepily when she answered.

"Hi. Did I wake you?"

"In a most pleasant way," I said. "I dreamed of you."

I could almost feel the intensity of her smile through the phone.

"That's nice," she breathed. "Remember you said I could come over today?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well Mom said it's okay, but I have to bring Jenny, too."

"That's fine. Don't worry about it."

"But . . .

"Don't worry, Liz. Trust me. What time should I pick you both up?"

"Is nine too early?"

I chuckled. "No. Nine is fine. See you then."

"Bye."

Five to nine I raised a fist to knock on my sister's door. The door was thrown open. Jennifer grinned at me with a gap-toothed smile, her canines missing.

"Hi, Uncle! Swimming! Yay! Come in. Eeeelizzzzabeth is still getting ready," she said with a roll of her pretty light brown eyes.

I stepped in.

"Mommy said we can even have dinner at your house if it's okay with you. It is, isn't it?" she asked, staring hopefully.

Smiling, I asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Can we have burgers?"

"Sure," I answered, ruffling her hair.

"With cheese and fries?"

"Sure."

"And can we . . ."

"Jennifer, stop pestering your Uncle!"

Karen emerged from the kitchen. She was dressed up smartly. Smiling, she kissed my cheek. "Thanks for this, Rick. Tod's off with friends and Jeremy's treating me to a day on the town, restaurant and everything."

"It's no problem, Sis. Have fun. By the way, what time do you want them back?"

"Eight at the latest. It's their final two weeks of school starting tomorrow. God help me," she added with a smile. "Want some coffee while you're waiting?"

"Hi, Uncle!" Liz said, dancing down the stairs, youthful exuberance breaking through mature restraint.

"Too late," Karen said.

Twenty minutes later two girls piled out of the car, one practically vibrating with excitement, the other, the older one, showing a slight bittersweet smile. She was contemplating the lost chance at renewed intimacy, that little thrill of expectation no longer possible in the company of her younger sister.

With Jennifer racing upstairs to change, I stopped and drew Liz into the kitchen. "Hello there," I whispered with a smile, wrapping her in my arms. A beautiful smile emerged.

"Hey you," she responded.

Her face turned up towards me when I bent. Her eyes closed. Lips touched lightly, a small spark passing between us. Thumping from upstairs ended the sexy, chaste kiss.

"I should change," she said, her head resting on my chest. A squeeze and she let go.

Jennifer, in a one-piece white bathing suit, raced into the kitchen. She hauled the sliding glass door open and charged out, her busy little butt wiggling as she unconsciously reached back to fix a wedgie, one little buttock exposed.

"Don't go in until I come out!" I yelled after her.

It was exactly the same; life repeated. Well, not exactly.

When I pushed the bedroom door open I stopped. I was greeted with the sight of Liz standing at the end of my bed with her head bowed, her copper-red hair shrouding her face. She wore pink bikini bottoms, the material loose enough to have interesting folds and gathers alluringly hinting at the delights hidden underneath.

Breathing stopped. My heart came alive. My body reacted.

Her fingers were fiddling with the bow of her bikini top at her waist, the two triangles turned and at her back. Smooth, silky little mounds stood bare and proud on her chest, light pink areolae forming sensual puffy caps. The swell of her breasts was stunning. The size mouth-watering. Perfect breasts in miniature looking startlingly firm.

She finished tying the bow and turned the top around, noticing me for the first time. Her hands stopped, gray-blue eyes studying me from my face to my crotch. A soft, pleased smile emerged along with a light blush that joined the freckles on her cheeks.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked quietly.

My jeans were tightening. The sensual warmth of arousal flushed through me, desire awakening. "Yes. Very much," I said in a heated whisper.

Despite the urge, I didn't move. My feet were leaden, my body sluggish. The prospect of holding one of those perfect young breasts in my hand was too good to be true. The delay had disastrous consequences.

"Uncle Rick!" Jennifer yelled from the bottom of the stairs. The sound of her climbing started. "Where are you? It's time to swim!"

Startled, Liz efficiently eased her bikini top up, two pink triangles doing what I'd just been contemplating, cupping her young breasts. Her blush faded. My excitement didn't.

"Sorry," I said softly.

"S'okay," she replied, disappointment shining through. She collected her towel and stepped around me, smiling when I caressed her bottom in passing. The door closed.

"He's changing," I heard her say. "Come on. You can swim if I'm there, too."

Feet clattering down the stairs faded. I found myself once again sitting on the edge of a bed with a condition that couldn't be hidden in a bathing suit from young eyes.

I'd have to wait.

Leaning back, arms out to support me, I touched Liz's clothes. A glance and my condition, rather than easing, intensified, my erection strong. I sat upright and reached out.

They were small and white and almost silky. They were inside out, the cotton double gusset exposed. In my hand they were so small and exciting and soft. And there, right where they'd cuddle against her pussy, deep in the gusset, a small damp spot called out to me. There, next to it sat a single, small, coppery-red pubic hair. In my hand I held the essence of eroticism.

There was no question what I was going to do when I brought those sexy little panties to my nose. A deep inhalation with eyes tightly closed, all senses concentrating, I caught just a trace of her, the slightest hint of pubescent arousal. With those panties in hand, I moved to the bathroom. Through the open window Jennifer yelled out her excitement and a splash followed.

In the bathroom, jeans hit the floor, boxers fell to my ankles. I gripped myself and stroked, inhaling her scent. I stroked myself, my thumb caressing those silky little panties. I stroked myself and studied that single, fine, coppery-red pubic hair and mentally returned it to its proper place, dusting a young, twelve-year-old girl's pussy.

I stroked myself, caressed little white panties and mentally kissed that pubic hair I'd returned to its proper place. I came. A burst of pleasure slammed into me. My erection swelled. Pressure released as a big peal of laughter echoed up from the pool. Semen exploded in a gut-wrenching heave. Stars danced in my vision. I heaved and came, cum erupting, pleasure flooding through me. My hips jerked. I came, swelling and spurting in sweet relief, eyes closed.

Presentable, still mentally distracted, I offered drinks when stepping out onto the patio. Liz lounged in the sun, her hand covering her brow. She smiled at me, full, bright. Pink pieces of cloth hid nothing from my imagination. I could picture her coltish body naked and it was stunning. Expanses of unblemished creamy skin looked like they needed suntan lotion.

"Watch this!" Jennifer called out.

I caught a flash of white and a small splash. Water swallowed her up. She struggled to the surface looking for me, expecting applause and appreciation for her grace. "Bravo," I called out adding a thumbs up.

Her gap-toothed smile showed satisfied delight. She made for the ladder, an encore planned.

"Drink?" I asked Liz. She looked at me and smiled.

"No thanks."

"Can I put suntan lotion on you?" I offered.

"I put some on already."

I smiled slowly and repeated in a lower voice, "Can I put suntan lotion on you?"

Liz showed her understanding with a flush and shy, delighted smile. "Kay," she answered, holding a bottle out to me.

A splash sounded behind me. I sat on the edge of the chaise lounge. "Turn over."

From behind, young girls gain sensual curves. Small buttocks swell and rise and sweep majestically into slender thighs. Little creases at their meeting point emphasize the beautiful shape of firm cheeks. In the sun fine body hair becomes visible, bum-fluff, pale and soft. On their front, young girls feet point inward and legs have an alluring gap between them.

In a bikini, young girls have seductive beauty.

Suntan cream chilled and caused goose bumps on her silken skin. With two hands I explored the slender, erotic shape of youth. Her arms were thin. Shoulder blades were prominent, her spine curved gently. Cream spread down her sides revealed how beautifully slender she was and exposed a slight flare to narrow hips.

Suntan cream on the back of her legs was greeted with soft moans as I massaged, my hands moving from her ankles to calves, to knees, and finally to beautiful thighs. From behind, pink material moved in hypnotic ways, a sensual buttock revealed in its majestic beauty, material gathered deep in the gap of her thighs hinting at the shape of her most private place.

I swam quite vigorously when finished with her, my appreciation for luscious Liz returning despite earlier release. I sought relief in the pool. I sought presentability and restraint. It wasn't in the cards.

Jennifer greeted my presence with delight and smiles and enthusiasm, and a demand for an audience. I smiled and encouraged and applauded. But the magic of water had worked wonders with Jennifer. A one-piece white bathing suit became translucent when seen from up close. Jennifer, only a year and a half younger, had started the journey of pubescence. It showed in one place only, two bee-stings on her small chest. I admired. But there was more.

Treading water below her, a drowned and dripping little girl stood above me on the diving board peering down, grinning, "Ready?"

I could only nod. I'd lost my voice. That translucent quality revealed a young pubis; a small hairless pussy and tiny cleft. The bathing suit had worked its way between rounded little labia and formed a camel toe that curved deep into her crotch. When she launched herself off the board, a naked buttock flashed at me.

Swimming came to a sudden halt. When I sat in the chair I had a towel draped over my lap. I leaned back to bask in the sunshine. Humidity was so much easier to handle when there was a pool waiting a few feet away. Liz swam lazily, her eyes on me, a smile playing at the edge of her lips.

I averted my eyes when she drew her coltish body out of the water in a slow, deliberately languid move. I averted my eyes when she walked to her chaise lounge and stretched out, her young body on display deliberately for an audience of one.

I averted my eyes when Jennifer finally emerged from the water and only smiled at her when she was wrapped in a big towel, her light brown hair straggled and wet. Like her sister, a small gold ring pierced each ear.

Liz joined me when I prepared lunch, close, invading personal space. We stood side by side at the counter making tuna sandwiches. I could feel her youthful desire like waves emanating for her. Glancing into the back yard, reassured Jennifer was sitting at the patio table, her feet swinging back and forth as she sucked Pepsi through a straw, reassured she couldn't see us, I turned to Liz.

She smiled, excitement shining, eyes wide.

"We have to be careful," I said, drawing her to me.

She pressed her body to me, her arms finding my waist, her face upturned in expectation. I held her, beautiful in my arms, so young and sweet. We kissed, lips touching, excitement surging. I reacted, unable to help myself, growing and stiffening, my hand moving down to cup one sweet buttock, beautiful, a perfect handful. The kiss was sensual and sexy and ended with us trading breaths, our mouths close to each other. Her breath was warm, fresh. She pressed herself against my excitement.

"This is too dangerous," I told her, drawing apart. "We can't take risks."

That night I stretched out naked, my erection strong. It took no effort to cum, the constant teasing, the frequent erections, the sights, not only of Liz, but now Jennifer, all combined to bring sweet bliss.

SHE YANKED HER HAND out of her panties and pulled the sheet over her when her bedroom door cracked open.

"Liz?"

"What?" she asked her sister. "It's late. You shouldn't be up so late."

Jennifer closed the door carefully and moved to her sister's bed. "Can I ask you something about Uncle Rick?"

"Okay. But be quiet or Mom will hear."

"Kay."

Whispers of confusion and interest and revelation, whispers of naughty desires, and soft embarrassed giggles filled the air. Whispering, a pact was made between sisters.

A WARM BREEZE GUSTED and calmed. Unsettled weather was a prelude to a summer storm. We were going to be visited by Thor's wrath; thunder and lightning were promised for Savannah. Humidity was almost suffocating. We needed the storm to clear the air.

"This is the type of dog I want," Liz said, leaning towards me. Her iced latte sat on the bench at her side. Trees bowed and swayed from sudden gusts, Spanish moss waving. "Do you like dogs?"

I looked down at the photo on her iPhone, a cute Australian Sheep Dog puppy showing. "They're a smart breed," I said. I caressed her back lightly with my hand, my arm resting on the back of the bench. "I love dogs."

She smiled up at me. In her eyes I saw pleasure, yearning, puppy-love dreams, and a twinkle of mischief; a new expression. My eyes focused past her face. Her blouse had gaped open. A lacy white bra held two spectacular young breasts, creamy skin showing through and at the tips, the light pink of her areolae. The illicit surprise hit me hard. Her obvious planning made me smile, those two extra buttons had opened magically somewhere along the way from Starbucks to the park. I inhaled sharply.

Her pleasure at my audible appreciation emerged, a satisfied smile. Her thigh pressed to mine. The back of her hand holding the iPhone settled in my lap and pressed; a new level of intimacy had emerged. She'd just felt my aroused response. She reached for her iced latte and, still smiling and looking me in the eyes, sucked on the straw.

Non-verbal communication was strong and surprisingly forward. Where had such a young girl learned seductive skills?

It was a watershed moment. Adult restraint dictated I lift her hand from my lap and make some room between our bodies; a non-verbal response: this was a step too far. But it wasn't. Not to me. It was a step I wanted to take.

Warm arousal washed through me. My hand slipped from her back to her side, rising from her waist to under her arm. The tip of my fingers caressed the very edge of her small breast. Her tremor was visible. Her longing for more was burning in her eyes. My erection strengthened. First touch was so erotic, so exciting. Hers was the first young breast I'd ever felt - even if it was just with my fingertips.

Ideas formed, shaped by arousal and desire. Planning started.

Looking at her upturned face, I wiped her freckles with my thumb. "Do you think your Mom would let you come swim after school sometime?" I asked. "Alone?"

She understood, a flush gracing her at my offer. "Jenny has dance class after school on Tuesday, tomorrow."

"I like Tuesdays."

We whiled away the rest of the hour, my fingertips lightly stroking the side of her breast, intimacy growing. She felt my desire and hesitantly let the back of her hand press slightly, her sign of encouragement.

The cell phone rang at ten thirty-five that night. Outside thunder crashed, rattling the house and windows; Thor playing.

I looked at the display. Liz. I smiled. Lightning snapped like a whip, a strobe light brightening the bedroom, immediately followed by the roaring crack of thunder.

"Hello there," I said. "Enjoying the storm?"

"Not really. Jenny's scared and hiding in my bed."

"Lucky you. At least you have someone in your bed with you. I wish . . ." My voice trailed off. I smiled again wondering if she'd pick it up.

"Wish what?" she whispered.

"That the girl that filled my dreams last night would actually be here with me."

"Me?" she whispered as if her ears were deceiving her.

"Who else?"

Silence followed. I pictured her in her bed, Jenny huddled next to her. I tried to picture Liz in pajamas and couldn't.

A crack of lightning lit the room again. Thunder crashed. It must have jolted Liz.

"Mom said okay. I can come over and swim tomorrow but only if you pick me up at school and drive me home. Can you do that?" she whispered.

"I can. Are you sure you want to swim?" I asked.

Her giggle echoed down to me, childish excitement breaking out. "See you tomorrow," she whispered. "Bye."

"Wait!" I said quickly.

"What?"

"What are you wearing?"

After a pause, she said, "Pajamas. Why?"

"What are you wearing under them?" I wondered if she'd catch on. She did.

A soft, delighted giggle made me smile.

In a very soft whisper that was hard to hear over the rain and thunder, she said, "Just panties."

I grinned. "Describe them."

"Really?"

"Yes. Please?" I added.

She laughed in delight. "White, cotton ones. They're plain."

"So not like those silky things you wore on Sunday?"

"You saw them?" she asked.

"Oh yes. They were very sexy. Tomorrow, when you come over could you . . ."

A short silence followed. "They're in the laundry. But," her voice dropped even lower, "I have another blue pair. Do you like blue?"

"I love blue. Now I can't wait."

"Me neither," she answered.

"Night Liz. Sleep well."

The storm had cleansed the air of humidity and smog. For a short while the temperature was perfect. A fresh breeze flowed in the open car window bringing passing scents of blooming lemon trees and lilacs. Liz, fidgeting in the seat next to me, was dressed in pale yellow Capri pants and ankle socks and sneakers, and a pastel green cotton T-shirt. She exuded youthful beauty.

Copper-red hair blew in the wind. Her freckles stood out. Every time she glanced at me and our eyes met, she smiled shyly, quite breathtaking. I knew she was thinking about her panties and me and how I would see them. I knew she was wondering what would happen. I knew she was excited and nervous, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her backpack. I was excited, too.

I grinned at her. "When you said blue, did you mean royal blue or powder blue or Navy blue or sky blue?"

Her blush confirmed it. She opened her mouth to respond. I interrupted her.

"Wait. Don't tell me. Make it a surprise."

Her blush intensified. She turned her face to the window and watched the passing homes, some modern and stuccoed, some older antebellum homes with steep roofs and intricate trellis-like embellishments. Wrought ironwork abounded, mostly painted black. Spanish moss draped from ancient trees adding character to the neighborhood.

Liz sat quietly when I turned the engine off. Sweet nervousness had emerged. She was still slightly flushed from my forwardness, unsure of how to act, what to do, desire battling shyness and inexperience.

"Liz?"

She looked at me, eyes wide, a very pretty girl, every emotion showing on her expressive face.

"No matter how much you beg, I can't kiss you out here. We need to be inside first."

She giggled then laughed in relief, relaxing and climbing from the car.

Intimacy with a young girl is a strange and wondrous experience. On the edge of adulthood they try to act older and respond to compliments on their maturity. Yet wonderful immaturity still runs deep. Giggles relax, light kisses calm, hugging and cuddling starts the journey to intimacy.

Liz was no different. She laughed with delight and ran when I groped her ass as soon as the door closed, her backpack left on the floor. Her excited laughter intensified when I caught her hand. She wasn't really trying to escape, just wanted to be chased, to be desired.

Holding her hand, I said softly, "Come here you," and drew her to me.

Her eyes were wide. I smiled. "Time for that kiss," I said.

She smiled with pleasure. We were back in familiar territory, hugging, face upturned, freckles, luscious red lips. I kissed her.

I made the move to deepen our growing intimacy. It was an urge coupled with curiosity. How would she react? My lips parted. My tongue emerged. I tasted my twelve-year-old niece. Her reaction sent chills through me.

A micro pause was followed by a purr of delight, her young body pressed harder against me. Her lips parted. The tip of a moist little tongue touched mine and the outside world magically faded away.

This world, the one I entered, was small. It was filled with small things; a small girl kissing me, a small tongue caressing mine, a small girl pressing against the excitement in my pants.

It was filled with exciting things; the seductive shape of a young bottom inside tight Capri pants - a curvaceous sexy bum - and the press of two little breasts, firm against my chest, her hands rubbing my back slowly.

I edged the back of her T-shirt up and slipped the tip of my fingers down into the gap of those Capri pants at her waist. They were too tight for me to do what I wanted, to hold her sensual panty-clad rear. I found the waist of her panties and teasingly slipped fingertips underneath.

Liz trembled, an excited fawn. Still in the kitchen, I drew a chair out with my foot, shuffled us and sat down, pulling Liz into my lap. Our lips hadn't parted, tongues too busy.

The weight of her rear pressed to my erection brought pleasure and intensified my desire. Kissing a young girl was beyond dreams. But, more exciting by far was carefully caressing her young breast over her T-shirt.

It was a uniquely arousing experience. Touching her small breast intensified her passion, her breath panting. It made her arch her chest towards my hand. Her bra felt like lace, the shape of her breast a true wonder of the world; small, sloped, sexy. When I ran the side of my thumb up one side, over the tip and down the other side, Liz gasped, breaking our kiss.

The way she reached for my hand and pressed it to her breast made me ache with arousal. Young love was different. In the newness of her I found excitement, my heart thumping.

"It feels beautiful," I whispered, giving her breast a gentle squeeze.

She flexed her bum against my erection. I groaned. "That does, too," I added.

She repeated it. Leaning back, Liz glanced at my hand fondling her breast. She looked into my eyes, her lips slightly swollen. It was a moment of decision for her. Her eyes flitted from one eye to the other seeking answers. Her hand held mine against her small breast.

I smiled. "Want to swim?"

"No," she answered softly.

"Want to eat?"

"No."

"Then what?" I asked softly.

Her answer was a beautiful blush, freckles intensifying. Her flush grew when I slipped my hand under her T-shirt, up her back and teased her bra strap. I slid it down and inside the waist of her pants to touch the edge of her panties. "Blue, huh?"

Liz nodded.

"Can I see them?" I whispered.

She nodded, her eyes dropping away from mine, shyness reemerging, so attractive on her.

Holding her, I stood and carried her. She was light as a feather, her arms hanging onto my neck. She pressed her face against me to hide her blush. With each step, each stair, every step closer to my bedroom, my excitement grew. Sunlight filled the room. Anticipation made blood thrum. I knew exactly what I wanted and it excited me powerfully. Carrying a willing young girl to my bed was erotic in the extreme.

We melted onto the bed. Her inexperience was sexy. It showed in how she hesitated, how I had to encourage, and how she blushed. Nibbling her lower lip was a joy. Caressing her breast over her T-shirt was arousing. But the tremble in young body when I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and caressed the smooth skin of her stomach was exciting. She moaned delightfully when I cupped her perfect little breast, her lace bra feeling rough on my palm. Liz had the most sensuous breasts, real but very small. Perfect.

My tongue probed. She opened her mouth for me and hugged me. When I dragged my hand down across her stomach, Liz rolled her hip away giving my hand room to reach for her Capri pants. My erection throbbed. Unbuttoning a twelve-year-old's pants was erotic. The sound of her zip was sensual music. Slipping my hand into the tight confines of her pants, touching her panties, feeling their silky material and the astounding shape of her pubis within made my heart race, and my erection ache. It was a dizzyingly erotic experience.

I kissed her harder, more insistently, desire running feverishly through me. I pressed my hand into the tight confines of her pants and cupped her young pussy over her panties, shuddering at its fullness despite being so small. Under my finger I could feel her cleft.

Liz moaned at my gentle, teasing stroke, the tip of my finger tracing that sensual valley down and up. She pressed her pussy to my cupping hand. Her tongue became aggressive. Opening my mouth to her probe, sucking on her small tongue, I pulled my hand from her pants and reached for her hand. Her tongue paused when I drew her hand down to my crotch and placed it over the lump of my erection.

Her touch was sweetly arousing. With inexperienced gentleness she explored the shape of the first erection she'd ever felt. Her concentration was so intense her tongue stopped moving. But she knew how to excite even if she wasn't conscious of it.

Our kiss broke. "It's so big," she whispered in surprise.

I chuckled. "No. It's perfectly average," I told her, sliding my hand behind her to find the waist of her Capri pants. With her button open and zipper lowered I had just enough room to worm my hand down and hold a panty-clad ass. The shape, compact and petite, had me aching with desires. I pulled her crotch to mine trapping her hand on my erection. Fondling her sensual little bottom, we kissed, our breath warm and mixing. Soft lips yielded to me, parting mouth eagerly receiving me. Now with some experience, with nerves calmed, Liz caressed my tongue with hers and gently groped my erection. I ached, swelled and almost lost control. I almost gave in to a driving urge to undress her and take her.

It was too soon for that.

We cuddled and fondled and made out, every kiss easing nerves, relaxing us. Giggles and laughs emerged, groping becoming teasing, lips becoming tender, underwear damp. We ached with arousal. When I noticed the bedside clock I groaned deeply. Four forty-five. Damn. One hour just wasn't enough.

"What's wrong?" Liz asked at my groan.

"You have to get home," I answered, pulling my hand from inside her pants. "These pants are too tight," I complained. When she smiled and started to do them up I stopped her. "I still haven't seen what color blue they are."

She grinned and rolled onto her back. I looked down. There, in the open vee of her Capri's, powder blue panties showed, lacy at the waist and soft silky below. There was a tiny blue silk bow in the center of the waist. Did I have time? Could I slip those pale yellow pants down and explore?

No.

Much later, a cool evening breeze wafting through the open bedroom widow, the cell phone rang. I glanced at the display. Almost eleven o'clock, Liz's picture showing.

"Hello there," I answered.

"Hi."

"I was thinking of you," I admitted softly.

"Me too," she replied. "I had fun today."

"You're in bed."

"Uh-huh."

"Alone?"

Liz giggled. "Of course!"

I smiled. "What are you wearing?"

The pause was lovely. "Panties," she whispered.

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Are they powder blue?"

"Yuh."

"I wish I was touching them again," I told her.

"Me too," she whispered in response.

"Miss me?"

"Uh-huh."

"I miss you, too. Night, Liz. Sleep well."

Business kept me tied up for the next two days. Liz called and we chatted. She asked when we would meet again. It wasn't until Friday that we could see each other and only for an hour or so after school. At her insistence I picked her up instead of meeting her at Starbucks.

She jumped into the car full of smiles and excitement. She was wearing a tartan patterned skirt, the first time I'd seen her in anything other than jeans, and a white buttoned shirt, cotton. It looked good on her, very schoolish, plenty of leg showing. Very nice indeed.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Anywhere. Do you know someplace we could park and be alone?"

"I know just the spot. I missed you," I said as we pulled away.

Fifteen minutes later we stopped. Windows down, the heat of a humid Savannah invaded the interior. The parking lot was empty. I'd be able to see anyone approaching. Turning, I asked Liz with a grin, "Care to neck a bit?"

She smiled, her pink blush only dusting her freckles now. It seemed we'd finally become personal enough she was becoming comfortable. Her eyes still slid away from my face when she nodded. I reached out and rubbed her freckles, drawing her face back up.

"You really are quite spectacularly pretty, Liz," I told her.

Her eyes sparkled. "Thanks."

Leaning over, curling her copper-red hair behind her ear, I whispered "You're welcome," and kissed her cheek.

Her mouth turned into mine, breath mixed, then lips touched. My hand found a bare knee. Liz teased my lips with her tongue. Heat in the car intensified. My back felt damp.

Breaking the kiss, I suggested we move onto the grass under a weeping willow, secluded, a private spot.

This time when I kissed Liz, I eased her down onto her back. This time when my hand touched her bare knee, she reached up to hug my neck. This time she kissed me, her tongue active and probing. This time when I slipped my hand up the inside of a silken, slender thigh, Liz moaned sexily into my mouth and kissed me harder.

But better yet, this time, when the edge of my index finger nestled to her panties and pressed, Liz broke the kiss and gasped, her breath puffing into my mouth.

Her pussy felt full and soft and mounded, my finger tracing the sensual mounded shape from thigh to thigh, slipping over a satiny gusset. In my mind I saw that fine, uncurled copper-red pubic hair. My erection was tightly constrained in jeans. I moved to ease the pressure and kissed Liz gently. This was very exciting.

This time I broke the kiss when her small hand carefully explored my crotch, finding my excitement and squeezing softly. This time I groaned, "That feels really good, Liz."

She smiled and caressed me, pleased, eyes sparkling. On her back her breasts seemed smaller. Perhaps it was the cotton shirt. Pulling my hand out from under her tartan skirt, knowing I could return again, I nibbled her lower lip.

A surge of arousal slammed into me when all I felt was a small firm breast pressing against cotton. Liz wasn't wearing a bra! I looked into her eyes in astonishment. She smiled.

"Did you go to school without it? Didn't the teachers notice?" I asked, caressing the sensual mound, softer without the lace of a bra, smoother, sexier, and very different, very exciting. I reached for the top button, thrilled at the prospect of unveiling them.

She giggled. "No. I took it off after school."

"So how long had you planned thi . . ." The sound of an engine intruded and sent my blood pressure skyrocketing, a spurt of fear hitting me. Shoot!

Scrambling up, Liz laughing, we returned to the car.

"Well, that didn't really work," I pointed out, driving Liz home.

She laughed. "Nope. It was a bit of a disaster. It's left me, um . . ."

I laughed. "Me too. I'm very 'um'."

"Could I see you tomorrow? Maybe to swim?" Liz asked hopefully.

"Anytime. But what about Jennifer? Won't she want to tag along?"

"No. We have an agreement."

"Will your mom let you come over?"

"I already asked. She said it was okay with her as long as it was okay with you and I wasn't imposing."

Saturday took its sweet time to arrive. Every clock slowed down and the sun wouldn't set on Friday evening. Dinner was over too quickly. A restless sleep let me track the passage of each hour despite not wanting to. Morning dawn seemed to tease for too long as I lay in bed.

I hadn't eased the sexual stress after meeting luscious Liz. It was a mistake. I spent the night horny and sleepless. But finally Liz almost skipped to the car when I arrived at nine. Her copper-red hair bounced with body in a ponytail. Her freckles looked beautiful. She smiled and slammed the car door.

"Mom said I could have dinner at your place! Isn't that great?"

As soon as we'd turned the corner her hand found my thigh. She smiled trying to be demure but unable to hide the excitement in her gray-blue eyes.

"How did you sleep?" I asked, hoping she'd had as frustrating a night as I.

"Great."

"You didn't call me," I mentioned.

"Sorry." A flush graced her cheeks. "I fell asleep after, um, after, you know."

"Lucky you," I grumbled.

"You didn't?"

"No," I complained.

"Aaw, poor Uncle Rick."

Laughing, I reached over and rubbed her leg.

When Liz started up the stairs upon arriving home I asked in astonishment, "You really meant it about swimming?"

She paused and smiled at me. "Yeah. It's hot out."

"I'm getting a coffee," I muttered, turning into the kitchen. Her feet clattered up the stairs, a light laugh echoing down to me.

With my ass leaning on the counter, a mug of steaming coffee in hand, I studied the back yard. Mornings have a special clarity to the air. Objects have a sharper focus that fades when heat and humidity intensifies. The kidney-shaped pool looked crystal clear and inviting. The patio was still in the shade from a morning sun. To the left automatic sprinklers started their morning duty, water hissing out with a swish-swish as the spray edged across the lawn.

Liz breezed by me.

"Come on. Change so we can swim," she instructed.

She looked luscious in a simple white bikini with strings and bows crying out for a tug. She walked out to the pool with awareness, a small smile of pleasure on her pretty face. That bottom, that compact, slender young bottom, moved with a sensuousness any woman would die for.

The mug of coffee almost broke when it thumped onto the counter. I raced upstairs to change.

Stripping, my eyes were drawn by white on the bed. On top of her jeans rested a pair of small, white cotton panties that in their plainness exuded sexiness. With a swimming suit on I reached for them, feeling the soft cotton, inspecting the gusset and bringing them to my nose. Nothing. Pure innocence. Beautiful.

The partial erection didn't fade when I stepped onto the patio. It didn't fade when I dived into the cool water. It grew. Liz treaded water watching me, smiling, feet kicking gently, arms moving.

In the water the perfection of her bikini was revealed in absolute glory. While not translucent, it hugged her, forming to every nook and cranny, every sweet swell, every valley. The utter sensuality of it was breathtaking. I'd suffered ever since we were almost caught in the parking lot. I'd dreamed, my dreams becoming increasingly erotic and graphic. And there in the pool was a water nymphet casually swimming around, a Lolita aware of her allure, conscious of what she was doing to me, for her languid movements gave her away.

I drifted towards her with my most innocent expression. Her beautiful eyes were watchful. She could sense I was up to no good and in the sparkle of her eyes, she was quietly thrilled.

Nearing her I reached out for her small breast. She giggled and turned, my hand only brushing against perky perfection. Smiling, I tugged the bow at her neck.

Liz screeched and wrapped her arm over her small boobs holding the bikini top in place. Before she could chastise I tugged the bow in the middle of her back. She burst into laughter and tried to swim out of reach with one arm.

Smiling at her condition, I reached down and yanked a little string bow on her hip.

"Uncle Rick!" she exclaimed, twisting around, her hand reaching down to hold her bikini bottom over her pussy. The back floated free. Gorgeous gray-blue eyes tried to be stern and shocked. They couldn't. They couldn't hide the pleasure my attention brought, nor the delight at my forwardness, nor the pride at being desirable, attractive, the object of my sexual advances.

I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "How about skinny-dipping?" I suggested.

Her smile broadened when she looked into the water and noticed my condition. "You first."

"Together," I countered.

If I'd been asked after the fact what Liz's reaction was to my erection, I wouldn't have been able to answer. I didn't see her expression. I didn't see her face. There in the water a bikini top drifted away revealing very small breasts topped with puffy light pink areolae. There, magnified by water, a bikini bottom floated away and I set eyes on utter pubescent perfection. Liz's pussy was small, a sensual delta mounding beautifully at the juncture of slender thighs. Coppery-red pubic hairs lightly dusted her mons and cleft. They were so fresh, so new, they hadn't even curled. But I was having trouble breathing at the sight of Liz treading water, her sexy labia parting and closing in an intensely arousing dance, her legs kicking gently. She gave me peeks of a little clitoris gently coddled by plump little lips.

My erection strained. I drifted towards her in a mental fog, conscious of nothing but that sensual, sexy pussy. When I neared, Liz turned away in a half-hearted attempt at escape. I slipped up behind her and wrapped one arm around her slender waist, pulling her back. Naked skin pressed to naked skin. Her gorgeous little bum pressed back against me. Her hands rested over mine to keep it in place on her flat tummy.

I nuzzled her neck, my erection finding the natural female groove formed by luscious little buttocks.

Desire addled my brain.

The desire to touch her intimately battled with the desire to taste her and the desire to carry her from the pool to my bed and ravish her. Her slender naked body seemed to fit me perfectly and excited me beyond measure. Her neck tasted of chlorinated water. She was warm in the cool water, soft and silky, sexy, petite.

"You are just gorgeous," I whispered into her ear, my erection throbbing between little buttocks.

Liz squeezed her sweet bum. I trembled and kissed her neck again. "I love how you feel against me."

Moving us slowly, my feet found the bottom of the pool. Reaching around her I carefully cupped her little breast. Liz reacted, her hand covering mine. I was in heaven. There was no other way to describe it. Cool water caressed us. Naked skin pressed against naked skin. A twelve-year-old's small bottom pressed to my groin cradling my aching erection. In one hand I held her delicate body to me, her tummy flat. With the other I cupped a preteen's breast.

When I rubbed her nipple Liz trembled just slightly. When I carefully squeezed her small breast she trembled again. When I kissed her earlobe and whispered, "Beautiful breasts," in her ear she pressed my hand to her boob.

Liz didn't stop me when my hand slipped down from her tummy to find her young pubis. In the water I couldn't sense those sexy pubic hairs but the shape of her vulva made my erection ache. Her pussy was small in my palm, wonderfully small. Yet it was full, ripe as a peach, two labia distinctly forming a sensuous cleft. An aching need made me pull her sweet bottom back against my erection firmly, my cock swelling.

"You're so sexy," I whispered. "I want you, Liz. I want you so much."

A neighbor started a lawn mower. Morning sun carried only radiant heat. Water gurgled into the skimmer. The lawn sprinkler continued its rhythmic pulsing hiss. My finger eased into a little cleft and touched her clit. Liz relaxed suddenly, her head tilting to rest against mine. Under my hand a puffy areola mounded higher, the small bead of her nipple hardening.

Unable to stop myself, driven by desires long held, urges, and the spectacular feel of a naked preteen in my arms, I started caressing her clitoris and humping her sweet bottom, sliding my erection through the sensual valley formed by twelve-year-old buttocks.

"I just adore your body," I murmured. "Luscious. I want to explore every inch of you."

Liz trembled. Her hands pushed mine to her. Her wet hair pressed to my face. She joined me by gently humping her bum along my cock. A wave of horniness washed over me. "Jesus that feels good," I moaned.

Water sloshed. Liz trembled and clenched her small buttocks sending a pulse of heaven into my straining erection. I pulled her small body tighter to me, hugging her, now gently fondling her pubescent breast, caressing her clitoris, humping her bum. Nothing in my imagination could come close to the reality of this; to the pure eroticism of holding a naked twelve-year-old girl, rubbing my erection against her, touching her, fondling her. It was powerful. Unbelievable. My body strained as an orgasm threatened.

Liz gasped. Her hands pressed mine harder.

"Are you close?" I asked breathlessly. "I am."

She nodded slightly, breathing hard, small body trembling.

To the sounds of a normal Saturday morning in a residential neighborhood, I experienced paradise. Sweet Liz tensed in my arms. Her hands gripped my arms tightly. She stilled, frozen, breath held. Her buttocks gripped my erection. I caressed her clit. As if she'd been holding her breath forever, it exploded from her. Her small body writhed and jerked. She moaned sweetly and climaxed in my arms, trembling, shaking, panting, her legs closing to trap my caressing hand.

Her beautiful climax, sweet and intense, swamped me with joy and excitement. Her naked clutching buttocks massaged me. I buried my face in her neck, inhaled, held her tight and came.

With each clutching flex of sweet twelve-year-old buttocks I exploded, cock swelling, semen erupting. I humped her sweet ass drowning in the utter pleasure of cumming with her, swelling, exploding, ecstatic and excited. My erection ached, strained and erupted in an intense orgasm, hugging luscious Liz, humping her bum, holding her sweet pussy, cumming on her, cumming, cumming hard.

When the fury of my climax passed noise returned. Cicadas clicked out their song. A lawn mower stopped. The sprinkler died away. After the passionate heat of a climax the pool felt cold. I shivered. Liz was limp in my arms, warm, soft and sexy.

Turning her slightly, an arm under her knees and behind her back, Liz hung onto my neck and buried her face on my shoulder. I carried her out of the pool. She was as light as a feather, petite in my arms, all sexy little girl. It was easy to carry her upstairs. I shivered from chilly air conditioning.

She stayed in my arms until a warm shower cascaded over us returning much needed heat to our bodies. It wasn't a washing shower. It was taken to warm. No groping, no teasing. We were both drained, weak, and I was ready for a nap. Wrapping a wet Liz in a big fluffy towel, I led her back to the bedroom. We toweled dry. I helped her then led her into my bed, a singular pleasure.

A naked nymphet cuddled up to me. I held her gently. Neither of us seemed driven to talk about what had happened or murmur loving words or claim ever-lasting love. It was enough to cuddle together, skin to silky skin, a sexy twelve-year-old in my arms. Snuggling, I kissed her hair.

Liz stirred first, waking me. From the light streaming into the bedroom I knew we'd missed lunch. She smiled shyly at me, so sweet. Gray-blue eyes looked apprehensive. The covers were clutched to her chin.

"You are the sexiest girl I've ever known," I said, wiping her freckles with my thumb. "It's so nice to wake up to you next to me."

Pleasure sparkled in her eyes.

"Do you think your mom would let you sleep over? We could pretend we're having a movie marathon."

Her eyes widened when she grasped what I was asking. A blush emerged when she understood what I wanted us to do. Her small smile of pride and excitement was beautiful.

"I could call Mom now," she offered.

As casually as if we'd lived together forever, I rolled out of bed and pulled boxers on. "Your cell's right there. I'll be downstairs making lunch and hoping you'll have good news."

Bending over the bed, I kissed her lightly. "Really hoping," I assured her.

Descending, I heard, "Mom? It's me."

LIZ TURNED HER iPHONE off and smiled with pleasure. Slipping from Uncle Rick's bed she remembered she was naked. She was naked! And in his bed!

Her smile grew. This was so deliciously sexy. She'd actually seen his erection and felt it against her butt and, Gawd it had been big. Feeling grown-up and mature - she had slept with Uncle naked, after all - Liz ignored her clothes and searched through his dresser, casually studying his boxers. Look at that. He had royal blue silk ones! How come?

His T-shirts looked nice, soft, worn. But that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted something sexy and sophisticated, like she'd seen in the movies.

Wandering into his closet she inspected his suits, approving of some. Then she spotted exactly what she wanted. Yes! Very sexy.

After peeing she brushed her hair, studying herself in the big mirror. She looked older, she thought, more . . . experienced now. Yes, that was it. She was more experienced now. She could make Uncle Rick horny and she could make him cum! Smiling with pride Liz washed her hands, fiddled with her hair before leaving.

A thrill of excitement ran through her. Under this she was naked! And she was sleeping over, too! Would she and Uncle make love? Go all the way?

I PONDERED THE ODD effect of intimacy. Before the first shared experience, doubts still assail, excitement mutes small details, and there's an urgent need propelling action. When they all combine and result in intercourse, the act is usually consumed too fast to fully appreciate. When hurried, post-coital guilt can flourish. And when that happens intimacy is lost behind embarrassment and shyness and worry at what the partner thinks, at how you performed, the mechanics now first and foremost in your mind displacing lingering pleasure.

But when intimacy is taken slowly and pleasure is shared without intercourse, anticipation still makes blood thrum, excitement returns and your mind makes wondrous journeys of possibilities, of more, of making love.

My mind took a wonderful ride while preparing ham and Swiss sandwiches. Now I could add tactile sense to my visuals of Liz. Taste and aroma still teased me. What would a twelve-year-old taste like? Was her arousal pungent or light? My mind ranged into nakedness and positions and frisky exploration and I became erect.

So preoccupied with marvelous imaginings I didn't hear Liz enter the kitchen. The first I knew of her presence was two arms slipping around my waist, a young girl pressing herself to my back.

"Mom said okay, only as long as I wasn't imposing."

When I turned with pleasure warming me, my breath was taken away. My beautiful, copper-red-haired, freckled, sweet niece was wearing one of my white dress shirts. Arms rolled up, it looked huge on her, the shirttails almost to her knees. Enough buttons had been left open to make me automatically want to lean in and glance down.

I have always been partial to women wearing men's clothes, but better by light-years was a young, barely pubescent girl wearing men's clothes. It was achingly sexy and Liz knew how she'd affected me. She felt it when I drew her against me.

I loved that she'd hunted through my closet to find the shirt. It spoke to comfort, possessiveness, ease, and acceptance of our budding relationship. It excited me no end.

"That's great," I said, hugging her.

"What movie marathon are we going to watch?" Liz asked, leaning to peek at the counter behind me. She reached out and grabbed a sandwich in the process pressing her tummy to my erection.

"Movie? You don't think we're actually going to watch . . ."

A tinkle of laughter interrupted me. Bright eyes sparkled. She took a bite of the sandwich. "Mmmm. I'm hungry."

My naughty side emerged at her playful tease. I handed her another sandwich and had her cradle two bottles of water. Confused suspicion entered her face.

With her hands full, I gave her my best smile and, to the sound of excited giggles, swept her up and carried her back to bed.

Teasing is a true art. Some have it, some don't. Liz had it in spades. She stretched out on the bed, leaned back against the headboard, eased one knee over her other leg demurely, smiled at me sweetly and started eating her sandwich emitting little "Mmmm" sounds with each slow bite. It had to be in her DNA.

When I tried to kiss her she shoved a sandwich in my mouth and giggled. I laughed. A different approach was called for. Moving down the bed, I caressed her ankle and shin and wiggled a big toe. She watched me intently with beautiful gray-blue eyes, chewing slowly. I wiggled a few other toes and bent to kiss the big one. She smiled.

Taking one foot in hand I squeezed. Liz's eyes almost crossed with pleasure. Damn she looked cute.

I kissed an ankle and caressed each calf. She ate slowly, eyes locked on my every action. Up close I could see very fine copper-red hair on her legs, silky and new. When I kissed her knee I tried to peek up under my dress shirt. Was she wearing panties?

Caressing higher I edged the shirttail up exposing more and more of her slender sensual thighs. I'd reached that point; right on the cusp of intimacy. The next move would either reveal her pussy to me or she'd shy away and push the shirt back down, demure, her mind changed. Which would it be?

Caressing the inside of one beautiful thigh, her skin so soft, creamy, I edged my hand up indicating what I planned to do. This was the moment. I held my breath.

Liz smiled, her eyes twinkling. Her thigh muscle relaxed under my palm. Eating had been forgotten. Heart beating harder, I slipped my hand up under the shirttail.

Several thoughts and sensations assaulted me at the same time. The edge of my finger touched bare skin and a tickle of pubic hair - Liz wasn't wearing panties! Her light blush looked spectacular on her. Her pussy was warm. I was touching a twelve-year-old intimately and the thrill was unbelievable.

When I explored the remarkable mounded shape of her vulva, Liz eased her legs apart slightly. Fine silken pubic hair tickled my finger. A dip indicated her cleft. Her pussy felt full and ripe to me. I kissed the top of her thigh gently and traced her cleft up, then down.

My erection ached.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

Liz nodded.

"Promise you'll stop me if I do anything at all that makes you uncomfortable," I said.

"Kay," she responded softly.

Rising to my knees, I moved down to her feet, gently grabbed her ankles and pulled. Liz slipped down from the headboard onto her back, her feet on either side of me, the shirttail riding up to expose long slender young legs. Blood surged. My erection tented the boxers. She glanced down when it bobbed and blushed at my obvious excitement.

Unlike the pool, this slow seduction was much more intense. In the pool it was fun sexy. This, Liz on her back on my bed and on the cusp of exposing herself, was intimate sexy, sensual sexy.

Bending, I caressed the outside of her thighs and kissed the tops, my eyes locked on hers, moving up, kissing higher, higher. Blindly I eased the shirttail up.

"Okay?" I asked, caressing her silken thigh.

Liz nodded.

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh."

I looked down. Breath rushed from my chest. Blood pressure spiked. My hands actually trembled. There, exposed in all its pubescent glory was Liz's pussy and it was gorgeous, full, young, ripe and edible. Very fine copper-red pubic hairs dusted beautiful labia accentuating their sensual plumpness. I felt like taking all afternoon just to count those sexy pubic hairs. Yet the overwhelming need to kiss her perfect pussy took precedence.

It was soft and full against my lips. The sprinkling of her pubes tickled me. I inhaled. A sensual earthy, light aroma assaulted me making my erection strain. Easing her legs apart, Liz's cleft peeled open just enough to reveal the tip of her clitoris.

Moving up, hovering over her petite body, I brought my mouth close to hers. "You are so sexy," I whispered and kissed her lower lip. "Just gorgeous," I added before sucking her lip.

Liz's hands reached for my shoulders. When I let her lip free the tip of her tongue met mine, a touch, light, a small caress, a little "Hello."

Mouths merged, heads tilted, my tongue probed. Her mouth was moist, her tongue receptive. Pretty gray-blue eyes winked out. Liz murmured her pleasure. I gently touched her small breast over the dress shirt, teasing, lightly caressing the amazing shape. Her tongue caressed mine. I murmured my pleasure.

My erection strained.

Breaking the kiss, I moved down. It still shocked me to see a twelve-year-old's pussy. It was so sexy, so unbelievably arousing. Those fine pubic hairs, a gorgeous copper-red, seemed as though they'd been brushed carefully, all pointing towards her sexy little cleft. Her pussy was small and delicate and exciting, yet lush and plump on her - a thrilling dichotomy.

Lying down and bringing her legs over my shoulders, I kissed her cleft and sucked lightly, cupping her sweet buttocks. Liz clenched her bum and curled her pussy against my mouth. Her hands found my hair.

My tongue probed the top of her cleft and followed it down. Her gasp when I caressed her little clitoris thrilled me. I probed lower and there, at the base of her labia, I found her nectar, slippery and silky, warm and lightly pungent, musky and arousing; simply wonderful.

Her cleft was glassy smooth inside. Deep at the base my tongue found her entrance, tiny, deliciously tiny, moist, thrilling. The journey back to her clitoris was slow and intense. Sucking on it brought a moan and pelvic response, her fingers curling to grip my hair. Sucking gently I added a caress, my tongue circling the small bead. She moaned. I added pressure. She gripped my hair and humped my face, simply beautiful.

Saliva mixed with her arousal. She was silky smooth, fragrant, aroused. Small hip movements gained rhythm, sweet buttocks flexing. Liz humped my mouth, sighing, moaning. I sucked gently and brought her higher, higher, cupping her sweet buttocks.

Her climax was quiet yet intense. A small gasp preceded her holding her breath. Her thighs closed on my head. Her bum clenched. She shoved her pussy against my mouth. Her body, taut as a violin string, trembled. Breath exploded in a whoosh. Her body heaved. She whimpered and came scrubbing her pussy on my mouth. Thighs tightened and relaxed with each wave of pleasure. Liz climaxed with beautiful intensity, whimpering out her pleasure, sweet music to my ears. She strained and gasped quietly until, with a final strain of her petite body, she collapsed, limp, sensitive, trembling.

"That was beautiful," I whispered into her hair when wrapping her in my arms, my rigid erection pressed to her hip. "Thank you."

For ten or fifteen minutes we cuddled. She still had my dress shirt on. I still had a raging erection in now damp boxers. Liz calmed slowly. Every so often she sighed loudly. It was sweet and erotic.

"I've never felt it so strong," she said softly.

"So it was good?"

"Uh-huh. Really, really good."

I smiled. "Then I'm really, really happy."

Her hand discovered the uneaten sandwich at her side, partially squished. "You didn't eat lunch," she said, waving it around.

"Oh yes I did," I answered, hugging her.

Liz giggled, a beautiful, youthful sound. She blushed, too, her gray-blue eyes sparkling, freckles standing out. Damn she was cute. With a carefree flip, she tossed the sandwich to the floor. When I kissed her closed mouth, her eyes studying me, mischief stole into them. She smiled into my kiss. A hand gently groped my erection and ended my kiss.

"My turn," she said pressing me onto my back. "I've never done this so I might not be any good," she added, rising to kneel at my side.

"Done what exactly?" I asked.

"Given a blow job."

A wave of dizzying excitement hit me. I hadn't even considered her giving me oral sex. It had never entered my mind. But a twelve-year-old giving me a blow job? Lord Almighty! "You don't have to," I told her with absolutely no conviction.

"Would you like me to?" she asked, watching me carefully. "I'll try if you want."

"Oh yes I want," I answered rather enthusiastically.

Liz giggled and blushed, her hand easing into the fly of my boxers.

"Do you know what to do?" I asked as her hand found my straining erection. It pulsed. "Gently," I gasped when she tried to wrangle it out.

"Sorry. Yes. I think I know. I looked it up on the Internet. Will you tell me if I do it wrong?"

I nodded, completely distracted by the sight of her small hand wrapped around my shaft, her fingertips and thumb unable to meet. She made me feel huge.

LIZ TREMBLED, HER HAND shook slightly. Staring at Uncle Rick's erection in her hand brought home how big it was. "It's much bigger than I thought," she whispered giving it a gentle squeeze. It flexed in response, the mushroom head flushed. It felt so hard, the shaft thick and rigid.

Embarrassment battled with excitement inside her. She couldn't believe she was really holding Uncle Rick's erection and couldn't stop being embarrassed at touching him so intimately, too. All those videos on the Internet had made oral sex look so easy, but studying the size of his erection doubts assailed her.

She glanced at his face and flushed with pride. He had an expression of amazement and pleasure, his light brown eyes heated. A warm wave passed through her when he smiled suddenly. She squeezed his shaft and giggled at his groan. Despite her worries this was fun. She liked how she could excite him.

Stroking him gently, shaking slightly at her naughtiness, Liz bent and kissed the tip. It was soft and warm and reacted to her kiss, swelling in her hand. A bead of clear liquid appeared. She rubbed it with her thumb surprised at how silky and slippery it was.

Uncle Rick groaned when she caressed the mushroom head. She smiled and caressed it again using her other hand to stroke the thick shaft. His erection flexed. Bending, holding her breath, her stomach full of butterflies, she kissed the moist tip again and, closing her eyes, opened her mouth.

Lips spread over the crown. Her mouth opened wider and wider and, at the point where she thought she'd never be able to get it in, her lips slipped over the flared ridge to close on his shaft. The head throbbed and swelled in her mouth. What now?

Easing her mouth off, she tasted him. Nothing really. Glancing at him she asked, "Am I doing it right?"

"God, yes," he moaned.

Liz grinned at his expression; lust and pleasure and heat. He looked so cute. He liked what she was doing to him!

Remembering what she'd seen, she kissed her way up his shaft from the bottom to top. She loved his groan. Fun! How about this? Licking the underside from bottom to top, she slipped her mouth over the crown and sucked gently.

He responded with a moan. "Jeeeezus."

Stroking the shaft, Liz tested how much she could take, the crown so big. Her lips slipped down his pulsing shaft. His crown pressed deep. She gagged when it hit her throat, rising and pulling off him, choking.

"Sorry," she said shyly with a quick smile when the gagging wave passed. "I don't think I can take it any deeper."

Uncle Rick sounded odd when he answered. "You really don't need to take it deeper, Liz. I promise you. That is more than erotic."

"Kay," she answered. With a loving squeeze, she bent again, this time slipping the crown in easily. Using her tongue she explored the shape and texture; hard, soft, rubbery yet silky. She smiled with her mouth full when he groaned loudly, his hands caressing her hair. She probed the pee hole. His whole erection pulsed. Excited at his response, she sucked and caressed with her tongue at the same time stroking his shaft.

His response caught her by surprise, his hips jerking, shoving his erection deeper. She eased back and sucked.

Uncle Rick gasped, "Liz!"

It felt like he was trying to pull her head off. His shaft swelled, almost a hard pulse. The crown swelled and suddenly her mouth was full of hot liquid. Uncle Rick was cumming in her mouth! She swallowed reflexively without thinking and another huge spurt flooded her mouth. Before she could swallow another pulse hit. His hips jerked. His erection thrust up. Semen spurted from her lips to run down his shaft. She couldn't breathe! Another pulse. More cum exploded, hot and thick in her mouth. He thrust again, semen spurting from her lips.

Yanking her head up, gasping for breath, she watched another long rope of cum launch up and splatter down on her hand. Fascinated, now able to breathe, she stroked his erection, semen pulsing out slower and slower until, with a deep groan, Uncle Rick collapsed. Wow! That was completely different from the videos.

MY HEART RACED. THAT was an image I'd never, ever forget: Liz holding my erection, her lips sealed around my shaft, her mouth full, my shaft pulsing and semen spurting from her lips down over her hand. It was outrageously erotic.

The sounds of Liz rinsing her mouth gave me a stab of guilt. I should have tried harder to warn her. Had she swallowed?

I hadn't expected both of us to experience embarrassment after our sexual romp. It was a total surprise. Yet there it was. Liz blushed shyly every time she looked at me. I experienced an unusual flush of heat and worried what she must think of me and that I'd taken advantage of her even though I knew I hadn't.

It was awkward and agonizing. Sitting at the kitchen table drinking a Pepsi, our eyes seemed to slide away from each other. I felt like a teenager; unsure, hesitant, voiceless, thoughts tumbling through my mind. It was horrible.

Liz looked beautiful, though. Her copper-red hair was pulled back behind small ears. The spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks stood out against pale, creamy skin. She looked lost in my dress shirt, sexy and sweet. I couldn't stand the stiffness that had emerged between us and had to do something.

Glancing out into the back yard, the pool winking sparks of light in the afternoon sun, I decided. Rising, without a word, I pulled Liz's hand. When she stood, I bent and hefted her over my shoulder.

"Uncle Rick! What . . ."

Opening the door, a wall of humid heat hitting me, I took a running leap. We slammed into the water sending waves splashing over the edge of the pool. Liz struggled to the surface choking and laughing, her gray-blue eyes twinkling with delight. My white dress shirt was plastered to her and translucent enough I could see the light pink of her areolae underneath. Her hair was plastered over her in a mess, her smile was beautiful.

"You . . . You dolt!" she yelled splashing water at me.

Laughing, I splashed her back. Awkwardness had washed away. Fun returned, smiles, playfulness.

A flurry of splashing ensued to loud, boisterous laughter and for almost an hour we played energetically. It gradually slowed as tiredness took over. Laughter calmed to smiles, eyes twinkling. Our paths slowly grew closer, circling, and Liz finally let me draw her into my arms. She smiled at me, a beautiful smile. She kissed me softly. I groped her naked bum and she laughed. Easy intimacy had been restored. My heart soared.

Bobbing together, Liz gave me a sexy sweet smile. Her eyes sparked with mischief. Slender legs wrapped around my waist. She leaned in and whispered, "I'm horny again. Is that bad?"

The shudder that passed through me was visceral. Having my twelve-year-old niece telling me she was horny was deeply arousing. My reaction was deeply physical. My grin made Liz laugh. But most significant was what happened next.

It was the first time Liz took the initiative. Her hand tugged at the waist of my boxers. Then her feet got into the action and before I knew it boxers were floating in the pool. Not knowing what we'd try next, I occupied myself with unbuttoning the dress shirt.

Perky little breasts were revealed when the front fell open. Bringing Liz higher in the water, I finally took one of them into my mouth. It was beautiful, so much firmer than I'd expected; a perfect mouthful. Liz hugged my head pressing her breast to me. I sucked and caressed, my excitement building, erection restored and now strong.

Liz gasped quietly when I nipped her nipple and tugged it before moving to her other petite breast. My hands held two gorgeous buttocks. She started squirming against me when I sucked her breast harder. She gasped and tugged her chest away from me, her body slipping down.

It happened just as we came face to face. The tip of my erection nudged against her little pussy. All motion stopped. Pretty gray-blue eyes studied me seeking. I let her look, waiting for her. Her head tilted slightly. Silky soft lips touched mine. Liz announced her decision with gentle pressure, her little pussy pressing against the tip of my erection.

Our universe narrowed. She stared into my eyes, kissing me lightly. She pressed again.

"Are you sure?" I asked quietly.

"Uh-huh."

My tip slipped, running through her cleft to catch at the base of her slit. She tilted her hips and pressed again, my erection slipping back up and over her pussy. Liz moaned in disappointment and reached down between us, her hand finding my shaft.

I still held two of the sweetest naked buttocks in the world and had no intention of letting them go. I was not going to help her. I'd never expected Liz to be the driver and it was surprisingly arousing.

My eyes lost focus. I tried to picture the sensations I was experiencing. The crown slipped along her cleft. It felt as though her labia were hugging me. I physically felt the indent leading to her vagina. What did it look like? What did her sexy pussy look like with my erection pressed to it? God I wished I could see.

Slender legs tightened around my waist. Liz smiled, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Ready," she whispered and kissed me softly, such a sexy kiss.

She pushed, her legs tightening. Pressure increased on my tip. She relaxed, pressure easing. She pushed, pressure building. It was exquisite, gentle pressure, relax, gentle pressure. My erection ached and felt heavy it was so engorged. Her small buttocks were stupendously sexy, her kiss so sweet.

She pressed and relaxed and murmured into my mouth. I opened my mouth. Her tongue probed. I murmured and sucked on it. Liz trembled and pushed harder, legs tightening. She relaxed, her tongue caressing, probing, insistent.

Holding her bottom with one hand I hugged her to me, so petite and young and sexy. Slipping my hand under the dress shirt, I pulled her close, her firm little breasts pressing to me. She pressed again, legs tightening.

My eyes closed. The sensation was phenomenal. Little labia seemed to ease down lower on my crown. In slow motion I felt them ease over the ridge and at the same time a silken moist sensation squeezed my tip. Liz trembled against me and held her breath, her tongue retreating.

Slender legs tightened. She trembled. Suddenly I was there! Suddenly I was ensconced inside her, my crown gripped tightly. I was penetrating her! I was penetrating my twelve-year-old niece!

All motion ceased. The kiss broke gently with a moan. "You're in," she whispered.

"Yes I am," I answered. "Does it hurt?"

"A bit."

Liz dropped her cheek to my shoulder, her breath warm on my neck. We rested, my feet on the pool floor. In the warmth of a summer afternoon with humid heat around us and cool pool water on our bodies, we held each other, the crown of my erection lodged in the tightest vagina I'd ever experienced. I throbbed and pulsed. It felt wonderful. I needed no more than this. I could be happy if this was all I was to experience. But Liz had other ideas.

My erection swelled making her feel even tighter.

"I felt that," she whispered, clenching her vagina.

"I felt that," I responded.

A sexy game emerged, pulses and clenches, sensual stimulation, my erection feeling bigger and bigger. I was rigid and aching and ached even more when I slipped my hand around to fondle her small breast.

Liz sucked in a breath at my touch. She trembled. Suddenly her lips slammed on mine as if starved for a kiss. I fondled her beautiful breast and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I sucked her tongue.

A long agonizing moan escaped from her. Her legs tightened around my waist and suddenly, as if an obstruction had melted away, Liz impaled herself on my erection. Her vagina slipped down my shaft. My crown was massaged by velvety warmth, my shaft hugged tight. Suddenly, with a snort of air, Liz's mons pressed to my groin. I was buried in her, held tightly, my crown pressed to her rubbery cervix.

A dangerous wave hit me. I almost came. "Stop! Don't move!" I begged, breaking our kiss.

Gray-blue eyes looked at me, questioning me, surprised.

"Don't move," I repeated. "If you move I'll cum," I added.

Nothing could be as gorgeous as the smile of pride that emerged on her face. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. "Really?" she asked.

"Yes. Really."

"That's nice. I like it."

"That's my problem," I said with a smile. "I like it too much."

Any self-control I might have had was demolished when Liz giggled. Her pussy clenched my erection with each giggle, an erotic massage. "I'm sorry," I whispered and, unable to stop myself, I came, my erection swelling massively, semen burned up my shaft and, with an explosion of pleasure, I erupted, thick cum spurting against the entrance to her womb. I didn't even have time to pull out and stroke in before the second mind-warping explosion of semen jetted deep into her.

Gasping, I gripped her bum, pulled out and thrust in, so damned tight, erupting again painfully. I thrust and exploded, blinding pleasure wracking my body. Swelling, aching, I came in Liz, pulsing, spurting, emptying myself deep in her pussy until, with a final straining pulse, my orgasm passed leaving me drained, heart pounding and full of regret for my lack of control.

"Honest, I don't mind," Liz insisted for the umpteenth time.

The front doorbell interrupted my apology. Pizza had arrived.

Back in the living room Liz brought in plates and napkins from the kitchen. She was grinning at me. For some reason she was just so proud of herself that she'd made me cum like a first-time teenager. I was still embarrassed.

LIZ GIGGLED TO HERSELF. Uncle Rick looked almost bashful and it was so cute on him. He kept on apologizing for cumming too fast, for not waiting for her, for ruining her first time. It was too cute for words!

She'd been so worried about the pain of sex the first time, not knowing what to expect. Maybe it was because she was so horny it hadn't hurt more than a sharp painful pinch. She'd been on edge, too. The feeling of Uncle Rick sucking on her boobs had floored her. Gawd it had made her horny!

Passing a plate, she settled next to him and quietly giggled again. Maybe she should tell him she climaxed. When he'd first penetrated her, after the pain had passed, horniness had rushed back at her. She was having sex! Then he'd squeezed her boob and she couldn't stop her reaction, a wave of pleasure washing over her, a soft beautiful climax full of love and warmth, so different than the wild one she'd had when he'd eaten her pussy, but just as nice.

But the most amazing thing she'd experienced was Uncle Rick cumming. She'd felt it! She'd actually felt his erection pulsing inside her as he came and, like, wow! She wanted to feel it again!

Liz decided she'd keep quiet about it all. She liked Uncle Rick being all sweet and bashful. She liked knowing she'd brought him such pleasure and was really, really proud she'd been able to make him cum so hard.

She clenched her pussy. No soreness! But damp? Liz blushed. Uncle Rick's semen was leaking!

"'Scuse me. Be right back."

I MUNCHED ON THE delicious pizza, greasy and fattening and decadent. Yum. Why had she suddenly blushed? And why run to the bathroom? Her bum in those panties sure was cute, though.

I was faced with a never-before-experienced problem. I'd cum three times today and I was now exhausted. But I really hadn't made love with Liz. It wasn't fair that I got off and she didn't. I felt very bad about that, too. How could I get some strength back? Somehow I had to. She was spending the night and would be back home tomorrow. It had to be tonight.

When it struck me how worried I was and what I was obsessing about - making love to my niece after having sex with her three times already - I started laughing. What a twit!

"What's so funny?" Liz asked, sitting next to me and reaching for her slice of pizza.

"How do you like making love in the mornings?" I asked.

Liz looked at me as if I had lost my mind. "How would I know?"

"Oh. Right." I started laughing again.

That night, late, Liz slipped under the covers before I finished in the bathroom. She watched me drop my boxers and slide into bed. Reaching for her, I touched her T-shirt.

"Hey," I chastised gently. "I want you naked, my love."

Liz blushed prettily and wiggled. T-shirt and panties were tossed to the foot of the bed. I drew a naked, loving twelve-year-old into my arms, turned the television on, and snuggled, curling my legs under hers. We kissed and cuddled and watched television. Sleep stole in, my palm holding the sexiest, firm little breast.

A hand woke me. It gently gripped my erection, squeezed and stroked. Opening my eyes, Liz smiled at me in the cast-off light of the television.

"You're horny," she said just above a whisper. "I am, too."

The bedside clock said three-forty A.M.. She was right. I was horny. Gray-blue eyes smiled at me, soft and loving. I'd dreamed of this so many times in my life. I'd tried to imagine what it would be like to wake up to a young, barely pubescent girl in my bed wanting me, fondling me. All too often reality never measures up to imagination, disappointment assured by expectations set too high. Not this time.

I reached over and rubbed pretty freckles, shivering at her gentle caress of my erection. I traced her lovely lips with my thumb and combed fingers through her copper-red hair, silky and soft. She smiled gently.

This time, as I slipped my hand under the covers to cup a dainty breast, reality was far, far better than my imagination. Smiling, I rolled towards her. She rolled to meet me. Legs intertwined. A sexy young girl snuggled close. A beautiful naked girl pressed her luscious pussy to my erection. I held a small, sensual naked buttock.

This time I was going to love a little girl.

"Hello there," I whispered.

Liz smiled. "Hi, you."

Lips touched. Eyelids closed. I inhaled deeply. She smelled of flowers and soap and youth with a hint of sexy. Her skin was all silky, her lips soft. When she sucked my tongue I moaned. My erection flexed. Precum spread on her tummy. I pulled her tight, soft, sexy against me. She undulated against my erection.

Holding her tight I rolled. Her legs slipped apart, knees rising to cradle me. Liz felt so petite and delicate under me, so young and desirable. I humped against her spreading precum on her tummy. She humped me back, her arms around my chest.

Naked Liz was soft and warm and cuddly, so delightfully small, so incredibly exciting. A wave of lust tore at me, my erection straining when I remembered the sensation of being buried inside her pussy, her amazing tightness. Desire burned in me.

Rising up on straight arms I looked down and shuddered. My cock rested on her mons and flat tummy. I could see just how deep I must have penetrated her before and it shook me, my erection bobbing.

Bending, I kissed the tip of her perky breast, sucked gently and moved to its twin. Her hands combed through my hair lovingly.

Rising again, I whispered, "Jesus you are simply luscious, totally edible." Leaning down, I took her lower lip and sucked it, then kissed her gently. Liz murmured and undulated below me, her mons rubbing along my shaft.

Precum leaked.

I whispered, "Guide me, Liz."

Gray-blue eyes smiled and dipped to look at our groins. She reached down, her small hand carefully holding my shaft. Her touch felt wonderful. Moving my hips, Liz guided the tip of my erection down. It slipped along her short cleft leaving slippery precum behind. She reversed, drawing my crown up. As I pressed, her sexy labia bulged, plump, ripe. Sliding the crown down, labia oozed apart to hug my tip in welcome.

The quiet moan was mine. The sight was unbelievable. Copper-red pubic hairs were so beautifully sparse they obscured nothing, adding sensuality. Liz's pussy was small and young, not yet near fully grown. My crown was huge next to her. Watching little labia caress and stretch sent shockwaves of arousal coursing through me, my cock swelling, leaking.

I pressed slightly harder. Labia stretched. Her clitoris dipped to kiss my crown. Liz moaned softly. I was lodged at her entrance, my crown almost filling her cleft. Time stood still.

Small ankles hooked over my legs. Pretty eyes looked up at me from below, heated, beautiful. I glanced down again, my eyes drawn by the erotic sight. Seeing my erection poised to penetrate her, poised to thrust into her small pussy, poised to penetrate her young body had my blood racing, pulse pounding.

I pressed. My moan was uncontrollable.

Her moist entrance stretched, yielding smoothly, my crown slowly, slowly oozing into her. Tightness assailed me. Liz moaned and clenched, expelling me. I pressed. Her pussy yielded, my crown again oozing into her tight moist clasp. The crown disappeared. Labia stretched wide. The sight was heart-stopping, so erotic, the stuff of dreams.

No words had been uttered. I couldn't talk. My complete attention was focused on the incredible sight. Desires pounded me with urgent instructions, a mass of confusing needs; thrust, bury myself, relax, take it easy, ease myself in, lie down on her, hold her, stay upright and watch, hold her sexy ass and stroke. My arms trembled. My body shook. The crown of my erection pulsed, held tightly in her sweet pussy.

Finally, finally I moved, pressing forward. Labia inverted. My crown was caressed, an inch of my shaft disappeared. Liz moaned. Pulling back, I tried again, pressing, sinking into a velvet sheath, so tight, so sexy, her little pussy so stretched. Half my shaft was held in a moist hot clasp. I throbbed, swelled. Damn. Calm down. Calm down.

Distracting myself, bending, I kissed Liz gently, my erection aching in her tight grip.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Bigger than last time. Why?" she asked with a soft clench.

"You're driving me nuts, that's why," I answered with a smile.

"I like that."

With my body still held off hers, arms straining, I withdrew and stroked back in slowly. The sensation was exquisite, mind-blowing. Her pussy caressed my crown, surrounded my shaft in liquid velvet, gripped me lovingly tight and, with deep, deep moan, I slipped into her fully. Liz's mons pressed to my groin. I was buried in her, the tip pressing against her deepest part.

When I swelled inside her dangerously, a wave of arousal washing over me, Liz moaned. Her arms tugged at my chest. At last I settled down on her, so petite and delicate under me. Shifting slightly to the side I caressed her sexy small breast, my erection flexing inside her.

She moaned and gripped me with her pussy, so damned tight.

"No! Don't," I immediately begged, another dangerous wave of pleasure washing over me.

"You're close?" she asked in amazement, adding an unappreciated giggle that almost took me over the top.

"Stop!"

Liz smiled broadly. Pride lit up her pretty face.

Mentally I distracted myself, reciting, "In order to define an interest rate fully, and enable one to compare it with other interest rates, the interest rate and the compounding frequency must be disclosed. Since most people prefer to think of rates as a yearly percentage, many governments require financial institutions to disclose the equivalent yearly compounded interest rate on deposits or advances. For instance, the yearly rate for a loan with . . ."

Liz laughed, her pussy clenched. "What are you doing?"

"Calming down," I advised her with a grin, danger now over.

She laughed again. "You really are silly sometimes."

Kissing her smile, I settled down on her fully. She was so beautifully petite. Caressing her side, my hand found the swell of her sweet buttock. Holding it, I moved my pelvis in a circular motion to rub her clitoris. Her eyes narrowed and lost focus.

When I did it again, Liz started caressing my back. My eyes closed. I withdrew from her tight clasp and as the crown emerged, I smoothly penetrated her again, her velvet caress making my cock ache. The tip nudged into her end. Liz sighed.

I withdrew again, slowly, her pussy desperately clinging to my shaft. Reversing, I stroked into her tight sheath slightly faster, her pussy now more moist. The third time Liz arched her pelvis up at me and groaned when the tip of my erection thumped into her end. Withdrawing, I thrust into her faster, gripping her flexing buttock, Liz moaning and curling up to meet my stroke. Her arms clutched at me.

Motion and rhythm was set. With Liz caressing my bare back, me holding one slender shoulder and a small buttock, we fucked in long strokes, moving together in perfect sensual harmony. Our pace slowly increased as urgent need rose. My erection swelled. I thrust deeply. Liz moaned and thrust her pussy at me. We moved together, the pace increasing. Pressure in my body built, tenseness, urgency, stroking into her, thrusting, holding her tightly, so young, so sexy.

Liz surprised me. With no warning her body jerked in a spasm under me. She cried out shoving her pussy up at me, her body curling. Her little cry became a grunt, sweet and sexy as Hell. Liz was cumming!

Unable to hold back, gripping her bum, I thrust hard, arching my back, buried myself in her clenching pussy. Pressure built to the point of pain. Crying out, I came, a huge wave of ecstasy slamming into me, crown swelling, semen erupting in a long agonizing blissful release. Before I could breathe or fully withdraw, another wave assaulted me forcing me to thrust deep, lodge myself in her, swell, so tight. Agony blossomed followed by a raging explosive release, semen erupting in a never-ending spurt, sweet ecstasy washing over me. Suddenly I was there. Suddenly I was stroking, thrusting, spurting, cum flooding her little pussy. My back ached. I thrust and came, semen pulsing into her, pulsing into her. Humping, thrusting, gripping her small bum, I came hard, spewing everything I had and more into her sexy pussy until dry heaves were all that was left. With a final arching thrust, my climax released me.

I collapsed, drained, my body like liquid, heart racing. Liz panted under me. Her body felt so beautifully young, so petite, so wonderful.

With a languid move, I rolled to her side bringing her with me. Hugging her I let drowsiness wash over me. Her brow was damp when I kissed it. She snuggled. Peace settled over me.

A toilet flushing pulled me from a deep, dreamless sleep. The bedroom was very bright. A bedside alarm clock glowed green LED's at me; ten thirty-five. Damn.

The sink tap turned off. I watched the bathroom door. Liz emerged, dressed, smiling at me with a cute blush, freckles prominent.

"Hi."

"Morning," I answered. "Do I at least get a kiss after being used to satisfy you?" I asked.

Liz giggled. She ran over and launched herself onto the bed. Leaning over me she smiled and kissed me, all girlish and cute. I groped a sexy jean-clad ass. She giggled and pushed my hand away.

"Aw. C'mon. Get naked for me," I begged, an erection forming.

"I can't. Mom called. She's picking me up on her way to Uncle Tony's. We're having a barbecue lunch there."

"Damn!"

"Can I see you Monday after school?"

"Absolutely."

A car horn beeped. Liz moved to get off the bed. "There she is."

I put my hand on her arm restraining her. Something she'd said last week had been tickling my mind, a small worry. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What?" Liz answered turning to me.

"You said something last week about you and your sister reaching an agreement."

"Uh-huh."

"What agreement?"

"I wanted to be alone with you."

"So?" I asked, now worried she'd told Jennifer about us.

"I had to promise to share you with her, too. That was the condition. You don't mind, do you? She wants you to take her to the movies."

I chuckled at the image of Jennifer actually sitting still and being quiet throughout a feature-length movie. It should be a laugh. "No. I don't mind at all. For you, anything."