Fondling Katie

I take no credit for this story as it was not written by myself, I found it on a website and just had to share it with the readers on here. All credit to the original author Zack McNaught from uk.

Be warned this story involves young girls and sexual experiences but it is total fiction and for your enjoyment only . I will take inspiration from this writer and try improve my own stories.


It is, according to the bright red digits of the alarm clock, ten past five in the morning. Rain beats hard against the window. There’s a warm presence to my left, too. For a moment I wonder who it could possibly be, but then memory comes flooding back. Katie, my favourite little niece, is staying the night. Not actually in my bed, though, if I recall correctly. I’m sure there was a sofa involved.

Then, a little jolt, and the memory banks come flooding open. A bolt of lightning illuminates the room, turning everything black and white for a second. The crack of thunder which follows only a second later is ear-splitting, and Katie goes from asleep to awake and terrified in about the same space of time. I grab her in a big hug and draw her close, whispering soothing words in her ear. At nine, I thought she was over her fear of thunderstorms, but her presence in my bed suggests otherwise. I continue to hold her, her back to me, our heads resting on the same pillow, until both she and I fall soundly asleep. The storm doesn’t bother us again that night.

Dawn comes bright and clear and fresh. The rain has washed the atmosphere clean, and there’s a crisp, sweet smell on the morning breeze, the scent of flowers blown through the window from a neighbour’s garden several hundred yards further along the coast. Barely a neighbour, then, I suppose, but the nearest thing I have. Katie is still in my arms as I’m woken by the presence of my cat, Jasper, hopping onto the bed in search of a morning cuddle. Too late, buddy, I’ve already got all the hugs I need. Disgusted by this state of affairs, Jasper leaves, twitching his tail at me as he goes.

I return my attentions to Katie. Her soft, light brown hair is scented by her shampoo, a lovely, invigorating, fruity smell which arouses the senses. Her head lies on my arm, which bends back beneath the pillow which holds my head up. Her body lies tight against mine, her warmth felt all the way down to her round little bottom, pressed back against the very lowest part of my stomach. She is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton shorts, in contrast to my near nakedness. It was a good thing that for once I didn’t lose my shorts before I fell into bed. My free arm lies across her body, forearm resting on the bed on the far side of her lithe little form.

She stirs a little and snuggles back even tighter into me. Her hand goes to mine, drawing it to her stomach and pressing it there, before releasing it. I leave my hand there, half touching the satin skin of her tummy – her t-shirt has risen a little during the night, exposing a few precious inches to my touch. Her skin is hot, and smoother than I imagined possible, the kind of skin which puberty wrecks and women spend the rest of their lives trying to get back. I can’t resist moving my hand a little, in small circles at first, and then, growing bolder, pushing her t-shirt up and out of the way, letting my hand run all over her tummy. Katie lets outs a soft sigh, almost a moan, stretching her limbs a little before relaxing again. Though she is facing away from me, when I lift my head I fancy I can see a smile in the corner of her mouth. The slightest movement might be her wiggling her bottom at me, and I press hard with my hand on her tummy, pushing her back into me.

I’ve stopped moving my hand, I realise, and start up again, this time moving in wider sweeps, brushing the outside of the waistband of her short at one extreme, and at the other end letting my fingers run across the flesh where the base of her breasts will be when she matures. An incautious swipe takes my thumb over one of her immature nipples, and forces a gasp of surprise from between her lips. She arches her back, and for a moment I fear I have gone too far, and pull my hand down to rest on her tummy again. I’m wrong to do so, though, as she scoots a little lower in the bed, head leaving my arm, and roughly pulls my hand back up to her chest. I get the message and begin to alternately knead one nipple and then the other.

Her movement has brought her bum down to the level of my crotch, and the two globes press into the hollows either side of my pubis. My manhood is trapped, not yet hard but beginning to get that way, and pointing downwards, between Katie’s legs. As I caress her breasts, her little backside wriggles, and within moments I am very stiff. The top of my shaft presses upwards, forcing its way, still sheathed in my shorts, between Katie’s legs to rest along her sex. She reaches down between her legs, searching for the source of the strange feeling there. Her hands brush against the tip of my foreskin through the taut material of my shorts, and it’s my turn to gasp as she grabs at the intruder. Satisfied that she knows what it is, she removes her hands and rolls away from me onto her stomach. Very quickly, so she won’t see what I’m doing, I reach down into my shorts and make myself a little more comfortable.

Her head is turned to face me now, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. She is the very picture of contentment, but isn’t done with me yet. I notice that the arm nearest me lies along the length of her body, leaving her hand desperately close to the bulge in my shorts. She need only curl her fingers upwards and she’ll touch me. Softly, she speaks.

‘Rub my back.’

It’s a request I’m incapable of refusing, even without the magic word.