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.
Most of the kids in the neighborhood thought that he might be queer. I hope the kids around here dont think that about me.
I only had a side view as she faced the mirror over the vanity table. Her arms were working up and down briskly brushing her hair, so I had only quick pictures of her young breasts. Suddenly, her thick bath towel slipped from the vanity table and fell to the floor. I now laughed too and said, Thats probably a good policy. She then spoke in a more-serious tone, Oh, hey, I just remembered something. I spoke them silently inside my head, You want fries with that shake? I knew that Meggie was crazy about dill pickles, had been since she was a baby. The girl put the alien-cock into her mouth and sucked. Damn me, I was wanting that to be my own throbbing cock in her hot, young mouth!
I couldnt even tell if the color of her bush matched the color of her tangled-blonde hair. I now desperately needed to reach down and move it to a more comfortable position inside my pants. Finally, I spoke, Meggie, Im sorry I came in like this. Meggie giggled and replied with humor in her voice, I didnt hear you knocking, but even if I had I dont usually answer the door when Im strip-stark-naked like I am now. I recalled a couple of epithets boys sometimes use when watching girls asses. She reached in, and pulled out a jar of dill pickles. It came to my mind that the pickle looked like a long, curved, green-alien cock. My finger moved in lazy circles inside the warm vaginal cavity. My finger became more aggressive in its exploration. I kissed her head, I kissed her cheek, I whispered into her ear, Meggie, sweetheart, Id better stop. That young girl Meggie, my sweet virginal niece, answered hastily, No!
Her curly, blonde locks showed no signs of cooperation. Unbelievably, my young niece was making no attempt to cover herself. Before I found my own voice, I took a few seconds for my eyes to make a quick exploration. While the tits had not reached the full maturity of puberty, they were nonetheless nice. She answered adamantly, No, Uncle Jake, I wouldnt rather have a boy!
In the brief few seconds that she was bent over, I gazed at the puffed pussy-lips and the slit splitting the magnificent pussy-mound. They had talked about how an active lifestyle can delay puberty. Some of them dont reach their pubic maturity until their late teens. She made one last futile attempt to brush the tangles from her hair. She found her voice, and spoke, Oh, Uncle Jake, its just you. She did not move her arms and hands to cover her pussy or tits. Although she didnt have hair on her pussy, she did have tits on her chest. Finally, my mind found some words, But, Meggie, wouldnt you rather have a young boy touching you, maybe someone from school, or maybe someone from the neighborhood?