Uncle Brian, Page 1

By Leslie Schmidt

"Ya know, Kerry, you might want to watch your daughter around Brian."

Not the kind of thing I was expecting from my wife's cousin, and I didn't connect his meaning.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, .... Let's just say that he had a bit too close a relationship with Sarah [his wife] when she was growing up."

Now the light went on. "Oh, uh, OK, uh,....Thanks."

I looked across the room. Bridgett was sitting on the old guys lap, a couple of other little ones, boys, were at his feet and seemed really interested in what he was telling them. He was moving his arms, pantomiming something. I assume he was telling them about dog fighting over the jungle in '65. I had heard that he spent some time in the "Hanoi Hilton" and had to respect him for that. He had come back, raised a family and made a small fortune. Now my eight year old was on his lap, watching him with wide eyes. He finished the demonstration and lowered his hands, one arm went around her waist, the other hand rested on her thigh. Bridgett kind of squirmed in his lap and slid one of her hands under her butt for just a second, then looked up at him with a smile I know well. He, just for a moment, looked at her. First I saw fear, then as that passed, he broke eye contact and went back to talking with the boys but, from the look on his face, I could see that he was no longer in Viet Nam.

Later that evening he engaged me in a conversation; asked about how my business was going, offered some advice, offered to maybe give me some help with my plan (if I wanted). This offer really was genuine, no one trying to get a business off the ground would turn down advice from a fellow who had started with a dump truck and back hoe and, 20 years later, had a cash flow in 8 figures building freeway interchanges. It was a couple of days later that Rachel (my wife) told me she had accepted an invitation to dinner from him and that we were absolutely required to bring our daughter.

Nattie's is one of the best Mexican places in San Diego. It's also casual enough for an 8 year old and it was pretty noisy. The food was great and we moved from there to Brian's bungalow overlooking La Jolla bay for drinks on the deck. Bridgett played with Mable, the Great Dane, while we made small talk. After a little while, she climbed into my lap, a kind of bored child at an adult get together.

"Honey, why don't you go climb on Uncle Brian's lap," I said, using a sort of bored and dismissive tone, "I'm sure he doesn't get many little girl hugs these day."

"Come her doll," he stretched out his arms.

Bridgett danced across to him and climbed in, being cuddled and putting her head against his chest. After a few minutes she interrupted, saying she could hear his heart. "Well yes child," he replied, "hopefully it'll keep going a while longer." Then he looked at me, "Cholesterol, hypertension, they used to call it 'hardening of the arteries.' Damn doctor wants me exercising, not eating any meat- nuts and twigs-don't sound like too fun a life."

"You aught to get an exam," Rachel said as an idea began to form in my head.

"I have no desire to have them split me open like a can of beans," he said. "If my time comes, it'll come."

I knew he wasn't going to molest my daughter right there in front of her parents but I could see that there was a bulge in his pants and that he was a little flush, breathing a little too fast. It was time to go and, as Bridgett gave him a kiss goodbye, he cupped her ass with one hand and held her just a bit too long. When he stood up he sort of stooped over to try to hide his hard on.

"Hey, if I bring some of my books over, can you look at them?" I asked.

"Sure-haven't much else to do with my time."

We left the time unarranged.

It was three days later that I picked Bridgett up from school and drove to Brian's house. He met us at the door and, as Bridgett was encouraged to run around the back yard, we dug into some of the minutia of the financing for my start- up. I had purposely left a couple of documents at the office and had also had a bit of a talk with Bridgett on the way over.

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"Do you like your Uncle Brian?" I and asked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"He's a really nice man. I need you to be especially good and really sweet to him, he and I have some important business to talk about."

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I acted like I was embarrassed when the missing report came to light and arranged that Bridgett would stay while I ran back to my office.

"Bridgett, I need to run back to my office, will you stay here with Uncle Brian?"

"Ok."

"You be sure to behave and be really nice...do what ever he asks, Ok?"

"Yes Daddy."

She was sitting on his lap as I headed for the front door.

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The old guy's heart was racing, it had been 30 years since he had had a little girl like this sitting on his lap. She slouched down, watching the cartoons, her legs spread apart, one thigh outside his right, the other between his. His half hard cock was pushing against her left ass cheek.

She was wearing one of the school uniforms so common these days-polo shirt and kaki skirt. He ran one of his hands up and down her thigh. The skirt hiked up and, soon he had his hand against the smooth skin of her leg. She squirmed a little, moving her ass against his hardened cock. He froze as she lifted up, thinking she was going to climb down, but instead she moved sideways, now leaning across him, her right shoulder blade in the center of his chest, her head against his left shoulder but his right thigh still between her knees. Now his hard on was positioned nicely in her ass crack.

His heart went into over drive. He couldn't believe it-this little third grader was asking for him to finger her! He moved his hand up and down her thigh and, in response, she spread her legs a little wider. He was just getting up the courage to move his hand even higher, making the move that would cross the line, when he heard the car in the driveway. He was both disappointed and relieved.

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The short review of my papers proved what I already knew. If two particular contracts didn't come through within the next couple of months I'd have to shut down. We left with the usual handshakes and the "I'm sure it'll work out" bullshit.

That Saturday, we were on our way to the beach and I told Rachel we needed to stop by Brian's so I could drop off a counter bid one of the contractors had sent. The three of us went in to visit. We were already in our suits, Rachel a shapely blue one-piece and Bridgett in a too big pink bikini made out of very thin nylon with the lining cut out. It was so big on her that the leg holes hung slightly open. When selecting a suit, you can go with too big or too small, either way you get a nice piece of eye candy.

It was obvious to me that Brian was thinking the same thing as he eyed my little girl.

"Hey, you want to come along for a couple of hours down at the cove?"

"If that's alright," he said, looking at Rachel asking permission.

"Sure Uncle Brian. Do you good."

Once at the beach, the bathing suit had the desired effect. When Bridgett came out of the water, the crotch both clung to her skin and hung loosely, giving maddeningly sketchy folds and creases. You couldn't tell which were just fabric and which were made from the skin underneath. I arranged for her to sit in the sand in front of us and play. She sat with her legs wide apart, making sand castles. As she moved around the loose suit would get pulled this way and that, giving little shots of an ass cheek, then a lip. A couple of times I saw some of her slit. At one point, when she got up on her hands and knees, it was pulled completely to the side, uncovering one of her entire ass cheeks and giving a wonderful view of her hairless (and sandy) clam down below. I saw Rachel smile to herself as Brian tried to cover his boner with a towel. She gave me a laughing look when she met my eyes after inspecting my half hard on beneath my trunks.

We showered the sand off Bridgett before getting back into the car and drove back up to Brian's place. There we assembled again on the deck with drinks. The Pacific was a stunning cobalt blue. Bridgett went running off into the yard while Brian distributed the drinks. We sat and chit- chatted for a while until Bridgett got bored and came back to us, wanting to climb into my lap.

"Honey, you're still wet. Go get the beach bag," I said.

She returned in a moment with the overstuffed canvas bag. I dug around in it and pulled out a towel, a pair of her panties and a yellow jumper that I absolutely love. It's made of terry cloth, shorts held up with elastic then a strapless top, also held up with elastic, all in one garment.

I handed her the jumper and a towel, then turned her around so she was facing Brian. "Here, change into these."

The little 8 year old dutifully pulled first the top off, then stepped out of the bottoms. I could see that Brian's blood pressure was heading critical. He was white and, although he tried to continue the conversation, his voice was shaky. His hand trembled when he picked up his gin and tonic. Bridgett, true to form, stripped while looking straight at him. Then, as she was getting ready to put on her panties, she dropped them and went running after the dog into the yard. For the next 8 or 10 minutes we watched the naked preteen playing with the Great Dane until Rachel called her back to get dressed.

It was a couple of days later that Rachel arranged to have Brian watch Bridgett for the day. I dropped her off on my way to work.

"Hon, do you like your Uncle Brian?" I asked as we made our way south on I-5.

"Yeah." She was busy munching on a breakfast bar.

"Well, you be sure to be very nice to him and do everything he says, Ok?"

"Ok Daddy."

I looked down at her, our eyes met, "Even if he wants to play with you." [We called it 'playing,' she knew exactly what I meant.]

A thoughtful look passed over her face, "Ok." She seemed to be thinking about what she should feel. I smiled and patted her thigh (she was wearing a short green dress).

"I know you'll have fun. Brian said he was going to take you out to a movie this afternoon."

"Are we going to see 'Cars?!'"

"Maybe."

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It was mid-morning before the old guy made his move. He had fed her a nice breakfast of English muffins and poached eggs, then she helped him clean up the dishes. He set her watching the TV while he looked over some financial reports Kerry had dropped off with the girl. The reports were a dismal counterpoint to the pretty little girl lolling around on the floor, using the friendly Great Dane as a pillow. They showed a company under capitalized and on the edge. The girl had gotten bored and gone off exploring the house.

A little while later, Bratz was on, she was again sitting on the sofa, her attention wrapped in the TV. Brian sat down next to her and, over the next few minutes, maneuvered her onto his lap. His cock was already hard and his heart pounding in anticipation as he ran his hand up and down the little girls thigh. As he slightly pushed the hem of her skirt up she slithered around, slouching down and spreading her legs slightly. She sighed.

Brian's pulse hit 140 as he moved his finger along the cotton panties, feeling the shapes underneath. He pushed a little and was rewarded by Bridgett flaring her hips out slightly. Now he moved his fingers up and was surprised to find she was wearing thong underwear, something he had never seen on a little girl before. He pushed them down and was in ecstasy as he ran his finger along the hairless little snatch. Bridgett's clit was a hard bump, she had lost concentration on the TV and was now totally focused on the sensations made by her great uncle's attentions. He ran his finger down and pushed it into the opening of her cunt as was, again, in for a big surprise-no cherry. His finger didn't find any barriers at he worked it up inside the eight year old. She wasn't wet, just sort of damp and sticky, so he wasn't able to finger fuck her properly, so he pulled back and concentrated on the tiny clit. As he moved it in circles with the pad of his finger he felt the little girl stiffen and she caught her breath, then she shivered. He held his finger still, putting pressure on her clit, then moved it side to side slightly and she had another wave of orgasm. Then, having broken out in a sweat, she relaxed against him.

"MMMmmmmm,...That was nice," she said in a low tone.

Brian's cock was screaming for release. When she got up a couple of minutes later to go to the bathroom, he pulled it out and jerked off. After only five or six strokes he blew semen onto the leather couch and some hit the floor. He was just putting his cock back into his pants and wiping up the mess with a Kleenex when Bridgett came back into the room. She eyed the wad of tissue knowingly, then kissed him, then called the dog and ran outside.

They went to a 1:30 PM matinee in a big multiplex with stadium seating. The place was almost deserted and Brian led his little charge up the stairs from the front of the theatre, counting only 5 rows left between them and the back wall they went into the center section and sat down. Only ten others came in, a woman with three children, a man with his son and a group four teenagers. All of them sat well in front and below Brian and Bridgett.

When the lights went down, they were still munching on popcorn and drinking their cokes. Bridgett held the paper bucket between her knees as she ate handful after handful, Brian also stuffed more popcorn into his mouth than he had eaten in the past 10 years. The salt made his lips feel shrunken and he was grateful for the two 32 ounce drinks they had. He thought about what his doctor would have to say-salt, fat, empty calories from coke-fuck him.

Almost as soon as the lights went down, Bridgett had climbed into Brian's lap. As the trailers ran he hugged her while still munching down on the theatre fare. Almost as soon as the movie started, the popcorn ran out. Brian wiped his hands on a napkin, dropping it in the empty bucket on the floor, and hugged Bridgett, marveling at the wonderful feeling of her light frame and thin ribs. He moved his hand up over her chest, feeling for any sign of breast and almost immediately she took his hand and pushed it back down and around to her side, rejecting him.

"Later," she whispered up to him. Then she smiled.

He leaned down and kissed her, then went back to watching the movie.

About 20 minutes later Brian again moved his hand up and over the eight year olds chest. He looked around, no one was watching, in fact, no one could see what they were doing unless they stood up. Bridgett's chest was completely flat, no swelling at all. Through the cotton fabric he could barely discern the slight bump and firmness of her nipples.

She was sitting across his lap, her back supported by his left arm, her knees bent over his right thigh. The arm of the seat was folded up, giving her more room for her legs, but he was glad for the left arm to support his elbow. As he moved the fingers of his right hand back and forth across what he thought was her left nipple, she leaned her head back and looked up at him, smiling. He couldn't help it, he leaned down and kissed his grand niece and was ecstatic to feel her tongue against his lips. His already uncomfortably firm cock surged against her butt as the tips of their tongues parlayed.

He felt her spread her legs slightly and moved his hand down, across her stomach, then further to the hem of her dress. Next, his palm on her right knee, he moved his hand up into the warmth between her thighs. He gasped when he reached their meeting and felt the warm and damp skin of her pussy.

"Where are your panties?" he asked with a course whisper.

"I left them home." She spread her legs further as he moved his finger up and down her smooth slit.

The shock had sent his heart pounding, his breath was ragged, as he probed her preteen pussy. She pushed her legs so far apart that her left knee was over his and she slid down some. In the darkness, he could see that her dress had ridden up and now he could see his hand against the fabric of her dress which just covered her.

He looked up and over his shoulder at the projection window-there was no way someone could peer down at them, then across at the closed fire exit, then down at the backs of the others in the theatre with them. That's when he felt her pulling on her dress. With her left hand, she had pulled it up, uncovering herself from her navel down. The dim light was enough for him to see her little girl slit and his own hand and fingers, working between the lips, stroking her invisible clit.

Mesmerized, he moved his fingers down and, with his first finger, probed the opening to her vagina. He moved his fingertip from side to side, opening the gates as she spread her legs wider. He looked up, pretending to be watching the movie as he pushed his finger into the child's sex, but she just wasn't slippery enough.

Then he felt her hand on his, her fingers wrapping around his. She lifted him away, holding his pointer finger, then moved it up to her mouth. She took his finger between her lips and he felt her tongue, overly wet with her spit. She worked his finger around in her mouth, tasting her own pussy, and generously wetting his finger. Then she directed it back down to her sex. With her right hand (digging her elbow into his stomach) she spread her lips and pushed his finger into her pussy.

It slid easily up inside her, beyond the second knuckle, until he felt the bump of the opening to her immature womb. Now he started fingerfucking her properly while rubbing her clit with his thumb. He watched as she moved with his advances, humping to meet his probes. She started to breathe harder, pushing her head back against his left bicep, arching her back slightly. Only a couple of minutes later she arched strongly, digging her shoulder into his chest, and moaned, shivering with orgasm.

With his finger buried deep inside the child, she sank down into his lap. That's when they both became aware of his rock hard cock, painfully pushed down and across his left hip. The little girl pushed his hand away, pulling him out of her, then stood up, smoothing out her dress.

Brian didn't know what she was doing as she turned and sat down to his right. Then she reached across him with her right hand and, using the palm of her hand, rubbed along the length of his cock. Looking up at him, her eyes sparkled as she squeezed his dick just behind the head.

"Your turn now," she said as she dug at his zipper. Brian looked around and, throwing all caution to the wind, lifted up and pulled down the fly of his pants, then pulled his cock out. It stood up straight, freed from its cloth prison. Bridgett took it in both hands and cupped it between them, stroking up and down while giggling at him as his head sank back and he lost focus. It was less than half a minute later that he shot a stream of cum four inches in the air, plopping down on the thigh of his pants and running over the child's hands. She kept stroking as he pumped more slime.

She giggled again. "You like that?" she said.

All he could muster was a rough 'Uh-huh.'

She inspected her cum covered hand in the dark, then reached across him to the other seat where a bunch of napkins sat. She cleaned up her hand and he wiped the cum off his pants.

It was as he was struggling to zip his fly again while seated that he realized what else he was feeling. There was a dull pain behind his breast bone and down the back of his left arm. He tried to take a deep breath and the pain increased sharply. 'Damn,' he thought. He hadn't had angina for three years and had left his medication in his bathroom-it was probably out of date anyway. He sat back and relaxed as Bridgett leaned into the crook of his arm, his hand comfortably on her right hip. The pain eased as they watched the movie.

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