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Shed been running and jumping in completions for years. They started at her petite feet and went all the way up to her ass. We reached the kitchen and she searched for the book. I only applied a little pressure, yet the girl moved. Unbelievably, she stepped between my legs and sat on my right leg. She was showing me the recipe and telling me about it. With my right hand on her back, my left hand found her belly. Now I was able to flick it, to tease it, and to bring it to heightened erection. While short and skinny, I reckoned the legs to be shapely. That girl stood flatfooted and bent from the hips to pick it up. You never know when some pervert might come to the door. Mom told me that if I saw you I was to give you a new cookbook she bought the other day. It must be jelly, because jams dont jiggle like that! Unconsciously, my arm reached out and my hand settled on Meggies back. I took the middle finger of my left hand into my mouth.

Id lived next door to my sister Beth and her husband for years. After feeding one of them a good meal, Id usually get a really nice reward. Well, someone was drying their hair, thats for sure. Finally, she looked up to see it on a higher cabinet shelf. Unconsciously, my hands reached farther around and lightly touched her nipples. I felt shockwaves pulsating through the fully-erect shaft of my cock. My right hand reached lower to cup the virginal vaginal mound. Meggies pussy was warmer and softer than the breast were. My fingers began searching for her clit and vaginal opening. Her pussy had not yet been through a menstrual cycle. She didnt find the book in the lower cabinet so she searched elsewhere. As her feet touched the floor, my hands brushed against the curves of her young breasts. She pulled out a chair, looked at me and said, Uncle Jake, will you sit here for a minute? I massaged the tit and nipple and then reached to do the same with the other. Both of my hands were now cupping tender young breasts. An electric current flowed from them into my hands. They were squeezing, and tugging, and pulling the tender young pussy-flesh. I remembered then that Meggie had not yet reached the full ripeness of pubic maturity. My hands and fingers frolicked and played, squeezing and teasing each nubile nectarine. I reached behind Meggie and pushed the cookbook aside. My lips sought the crevasses between her thighs and the lips of her pussy. My fingers closed around the pussy-lips and spread them apart. My cock stiffened as my lips closed around this clitoral prize. I knew the pee-hole was too small, yet I tried my best to stimulate pleasure. I reached to cup the two pretty, peach-shaped breasts. My tongue teasingly touched the tender pink vaginal opening. The pretty-pink opening to the pussy-hole was mine to enjoy.

My tongue pushed against the barrier-wall that was the hymen. But, that didnt mean that I couldnt tongue-fuck her pussy. She was moaning and cooing with sexually awakened delight. I talked silently to myself, Surely she doesnt shave her pussy? Well, maybe she does have a guy, one that likes shaved pussies. When I though a little more, I realized that this girls trim figure and short, lean profile reminded me of one of those petite gymnasts that run and tumble at the summer Olympics. Do you want me to touch you there with my mouth and tongue? They think Im too short, too skinny, and not pretty like other girls. Now, it was my turn to speak adamantly, Sweetie, boys are sometimes stupid! And, doll-baby, your boobs are just fine the way they are! Finally, words came forth between my heavy breaths, Meggie, baby, there are other places where I can touch you that will feel even better. I was not prepared when she turned towards the door. They stood up like perky and decorative Christmas-tree ornaments. She could see my discomfort from the mistake I had made. I was playing with my nieces never-before-touched pussy and tits. She tossed the brush aside in a gesture of surrender. From this frontal view, I could tell that my initial assessment of her pubic-mound was correct. Id say they each would probably fit perfectly inside a coffee cup. It was then that I knew for sure that the girls mother was right. I had my sisters innocent, virginal daughter strip-stark-naked sitting in my lap. They know I prefer a nude pussy-mound to a hairy, bush-covered one. I recalled a TV report I saw about pre-pubescent girls. I saw that this petite girl had finished drying her hair and had laid the hair dryer aside. The naked girl in my lap and the hard cock in my pants clouded my judgment.