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Baby Sitting

Part 1

Nastia was thirteen but her uncle treated her like an adult, even flirted with her when they were alone. Her dad had left when she was a baby and her uncle Frank was the closest thing to a father that Nastia had known. Despite her lack of experience, she knew that a demur blink of her innocent brown eyes or a slight wiggle of her pert backside would be enough to get her way with Uncle Frank. She had arrived home from school to find uncle Frank was already there.

“Your Mum’s out, I’m baby sitting.”

“I’m not a baby,” pouted Nastia.

“I can see that but I can’t say I’m looking after my sexy young niece, can I?”

The thirteen you old blushed.

“You can if you like, just make sure that mum doesn’t hear you.”

“So don’t I get a kiss hello from my sexy young niece?”

“Not usually, do you really think I’m sexy?”

Her uncle grinned and held out his arms.

“Come here and I’ll tell you what I think.”

The youngster dropped her school bag and sauntered over to his chair. Her uncle patted his knee on his lap and waited expectantly.

“Well, do you think I’m sexy?”

“You tell me first,” teased her uncle, “do you think I’m sexy?”?

She giggled delightedly, “Of course not, you’re too old to be sexy.”

“Too old am I?”

He tickled her ribs and she squealed with surprise. “Don’t! You know I hate being tickled.”

“That’s what makes it fun,” he lied calmly, enjoying the heat of her little body wiggling on his lap. He felt his penis stiffen as his young niece’s bottom squirmed against him. Her slim body was warm and supple beneath his hand and, if the innocent youngster noticed his growing erection pressed against her, she didn’t mention it. He stopped tickling her when she tried to catch her breath and she immediately struggled to get up. Her breath was hot on his cheek as she panted impatiently.

“Let go of me, I can’t breathe properly.” He held onto her, his hands resting lightly on her heaving rib cage, immediately below her small breasts.

“When you say sorry for calling me old.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“And give me a kiss hello.”

She shook her head petulantly, “I told you I didn’t want to.”

“I’m not letting you up until you do,” he said taking advantage of her struggles to move, his hand slightly until he felt the soft warmth of the underside of her breasts against his fingers. He apologized as if it had been an accident when she pushed his hand away irritably. She grinned knowingly and then shrugged in resignation.

“Okay, one kiss and then you let me go.”

Soft lips, still sticky with recent chocolate pressed briefly and clumsily against his. His erection jerked against her bottom and she gave a surprised gasp of sweet breath into his mouth.