From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Uncle Victor's 1 of 2 Stay-over1.) Karen's Room   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       This is a fantasy.  Things I've never done in ways I would never do   
   them. You are on your honor to recognize that what follows could be   
   physically or psychologically damaging to a child.  Do not do these things.   
      
      
      
       Karen knew that he was going to be coming to her room, knew from the   
   last time they'd been together, one week and two days ago.   
      
       She had been at his house.  Uncle Victor watching her and Cathy while   
   Aunt Sheryl and Karen's mom went to the theater.  She had sat on Uncle   
   Victor's lap, feeling tired, feeling friendly.  Uncle Victor liked to   
   cuddle, and he did just that.   
      
       Then, without any hesitation, as if he was doing nothing more than   
   stroking her hair, he had put his hands beneath her skirt, had found the   
   girl's underwear, had begun to draw the panties down her legs.   
      
       Karen had felt a sudden lump in her throat.  She realized immediately   
   what was happening, could not think to say yes, could not think to say no.   
      
       Cathy lay asleep stretched out on the couch besides them, facing away.   
   Uncle Victor was saying nothing, his hands moving Karen's panties slowly   
   towards her knees.  Karen was breathing rapidly.  Victor was not.   
      
       Then the sound of the kitchen door squeaking open, happy women chatter   
   right behind.  Karen's panties were back where they should be, and Uncle   
   Victor moved the girl off his lap, rising to meet his wife and her sister   
   as they walked into the living room.   
      
       As Karen's mother drove her and Cathy home, she asked why her older   
   daughter was so quiet.  Karen said she felt sleepy.   
      
       One week and two days should be enough time to decide something   
   important, even for a ten-year-old.  It hadn't been for Karen.  And now her   
   mother was in Kesslersport for two days on an assignment from work.  Uncle   
   Victor was staying over to watch the girls.  He'd said nothing to Karen   
   about their last time spent together, acted not to have remembered.  Karen   
   could think of nothing to say, and so had said very little at all since her   
   mother had left.  Cathy was oblivious, and watched, then rewatched her   
   "Elmo Saves Grouchland" video, sitting a full eleven inches from the   
   television.   
      
       So Karen knew somehing was going to happen that night, and now Uncle   
   Victor was at her bedroom door.   
      
       She had been reading..  Actually, just flipping through her "Animorphs"   
   novel and wishing she could read it.  But she couldn't.  She could only   
   pull her covers up tight around her chest.   
      
       She'd put the book down five minutes ago, and had been staring at the   
   door.  She had heard Uncle Victor walking around, first downstairs then up.   
   He went into the bathroom in the upstairs hall, brushed his teeth, took a   
   pee.  Then, back down the hall to Karen's mother's bedroom, where he was   
   sleeping that night, turned on the TV.  Sixty-one heartbeats later (Karen   
   was counting) he turned the TV off, walked back down the hall.  Stood a   
   moment outside the girl's bedroom door.   
      
       And now he was opening it.  Not really slowly, even though Karen was   
   sure he would have.   
      
       He had undressed in the bedroom, and Karen took her first real life look   
   at a naked man.  He was tall, but she didn't know how tall.  She'd seen   
   before when he'd gone to the beach with them once that he had a lot of   
   chest hair, but it seemed like a little less this time.   
      
       She knew that his penis had an erection, though she'd only heard about   
   them.  She didn't know how Uncle Victor looked relaxed, and had no standard   
   for measuring what was an appropriate size for a man's genitals.  Still,   
   Karen calculated quickly that he was probably quite adequate for the needs   
   of an adult woman (she knew that the erection was important, that a penis   
   in it's regular state was not fit for "making love", as her mother had   
   called it, a term that had captivated the little girl).   
      
       What was strange is that Karen knew there was supposed to be hair   
   between his legs, but instead there was only dark, scratchy stubble.  She   
   found the sight of her uncle, every bit a strong (and now threatening) man,   
   but with one vital aspect of his adulthood shorn away, troubling.  The   
   strangeness of it, mounted on top of the frightening anticipation she felt   
   prompted her to finally try and choke out a word of protest.   
      
       But her throat was sealed by fear, a fear she could not recognize.  A   
   fear she was not sure she should really be afraid of.  Uncle Victor walked   
   over to Karen's bed casually.  She saw that his penis was glistening wet   
   with something that had been applied to it, and it was so rigid that it   
   nearly pointed straight out from his abdomen, it's tip dark and growing   
   still darker.   
      
       Victor pulled the girl's covers down, prying them from her fingers.  The   
   sheets and comforter were both decorated with Winnie the Pooh and his   
   friends.  Karen felt sweat on the back of her neck seeping into the pillow   
   case where her long brown hair was not preventing it, dampening the cartoon   
   bear beneath.   
      
       "Over, honey." Uncle Victor said, putting one hand on her shoulder as if   
   to turn her himself, but waiting for her to do it of her own accord.  She   
   did.   
      
       Victor got onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress at the foot of it, his   
   legs on either side of the girls feet, which were pressed together as tight   
   as her legs were.  He leaned forward, taking hold of the girl's nightshirt   
   and pushing it up until it was gathered beneath her arms.  He ran his hand   
   down her bare back, the girl shuddering with the tingle it produced.   
   Finally, he took hold of her underwear and completed what he had started   
   nine days prior, sliding the girls blue and white striped cotton panties   
   down her legs to her ankles, then tugging them off and tossing them into a   
   corner.   
      
       Karen's eyes suddenly widened, her heart racing, as she was shocked back   
   from her stunned passivity.  She looked ahead at her bed's wooden   
   headboard, her jaw pressed into the pillow, clenched as her whole body was   
   clenched.   
      
       Oh my God this is happening!  she thought.  This is really happening and   
   he's going to do it!   
      
       "Umm.." She began to say a tinge of panic.   
      
       "Shh.  Let me work." Uncle Victor said, soothing, unmoved by whatever   
   reservations the girl felt.   
      
       Perhaps to emphasize this point, he pressed his palm against Karen's   
   back, restricting her for the first time.  "Don't go anywhere" was the   
   subtle message.   
      
       Karen's legs were as tight together as she could make them.  Still, she   
   squeezed harder.  But Uncle Victor easily wedged his free palm between her   
   legs, stoking the inside of her left thigh just a bit, and her resistance   
   broke like water on stone.  Her butt, which was clenched firm, relaxed,   
      
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