From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Uncle Victor's Stay-over 2 of 2 (M,f, incest, pedo) 2.) Cathy'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.   
      
      
      
       Cathy tugged her pajama top down over her head.  These were her favorite   
   pajamas, the one's with pink, blue and yellow kittens.  She owned many   
   pairs of pajamas, but never wore the others unless her favorites were in   
   the wash, and then she made sure her mother washed them the next day so she   
   wouldn't have to sleep two days without her favorite pajamas.  She had   
   gotten them for her fifth birthday, two months prior.   
      
       Mommy was away, though.  She had a job to do for work in another city,   
   so Uncle Victor was watching Cathy and her older sister.   
      
       Cathy and Karen had both always liked Uncle Victor, but Karen seemed   
   strange towards him lately.  It was after that time over a week ago that   
   they had stayed the night at Uncle Victor and Aunt Sheryl's house, even   
   though Aunt Sheryl was out with Cathy's mom.  When Cathy had talked about   
   Uncle Victor the next day, about the joke he told about the two piggies,   
   Karen didn't want to even talk about him, and she was real quiet when Uncle   
   Victor had come over to watch them yesterday while Mommy was gone.   
      
      
      
       But today she'd been different.  She still seemed a little quiet, but it   
   was like as if she'd had a fight with Uncle Victor the day before and now   
   they were friends again.  But they hadn't fought about anything!  She was   
   walking funny too, all day, like she was barefoot on a hot driveway kind   
   of.   
      
       Uncle Victor had been real nice to Cathy, though.  They all went to see   
   the movie at the theater that Cathy wanted to see, and then after dinner   
   they had banana splits for dessert, just like Cathy had said they should!   
   And when Cathy had said then to Karen that nyah nyah, she was Uncle   
   Victor's favorite, Uncle Victor didn't say something like "You are both my   
   favorites", which meant she was his favorite.   
      
       Karen didn't seem to mind, even though once they had even argued over   
   who was his favorite.  Well, Cathy knew for sure that today it was she.   
      
       Uncle Victor had even let her stay up late, to Karen's bedtime.  And now   
   he was going to read her a story, which was really fun because he liked to   
   make up songs for the storybook characters to sing.  Karen had even said   
   she wanted to be in here for the story but Uncle Victor said, "No no, this   
   is Cathy's special day."   
      
       That had made Cathy smile.  Even though she wanted Uncle Victor to like   
   Karen as much as her most of the time, she was glad today that she was the   
   special one.   
      
       Cathy picked out her favorite new book, the one about the lion that ate   
   carrots and got made fun of, and crawled into bed.  "I want my storrrry!"   
   she called out, sing songy.   
      
       Uncle Victor said "Commmming!" from down the hall.  He must have been   
   tucking Karen in (no special story for her, ha ha!).  Cathy heard him close   
   Karen's door then he came into her room, rubbing his hands together like he   
   was excited.  "Ready for a story?"   
      
       Cathy held up her book "Uh huh!  This one!"   
      
       Cathy scooted over as Uncle Victor sat down on the bed beside her.   
   "What's it about?" he asked.   
      
       "A lion who eats carrots because he wants to be like a bunny!" Cathy   
   replied cheerfully.   
      
       Uncle Victor took the book in his hands and flipped through it.  "You   
   know," he said, "I've got an even better idea.  Let's make up a story   
   together."   
      
       Cathy's face brightened, even though she had really wanted to hear the   
   lion story.  Uncle Victor could think up really funny things.   
      
       "About an airplane!  That talks!" she said   
      
       Victor laid the book aside.  "Okay, let's start with an airplane." He   
   said, putting his arm around the girl's shoulder.  "Where does it live?"   
      
       Cathy thought a moment.  "On a farm!" she said, and laughed "That's   
   funny.  Okay, it lives on a farm.  And I say it's a naked farm."   
      
       "What's a naked farm?" Cathy asked   
      
       Victor said, "Well, the farmer and his wife and all the children are   
   naked!  It's called 'McNoodle's Naked Farm'!"   
      
       "That's silly!  Oh my gosh!" the girl said grinning.   
      
       Victor leaned down to whisper in the girl's ear.  "You know, we could   
   even make the story more fun if we played it out."   
      
       "How do we do that?" Cathy whispered back.  She liked secrets, and when   
   you whispered something, that meant it was secret, and therefor must be   
   very fun.   
      
       "Well.." Victor said, getting off the bed.   
      
       He walked over to Cathy's toy chest and rummaged through it until he   
   found what he wanted.  He produced a small toy airplane.  "Ah ha!  I   
   thought you'd have a plane.  This can be the talking airplane, and we can   
   be the farmers!"   
      
       Cathy bounced up and down on her rump.  "Okay, and we'll say 'please fly   
   and get us some clothes from China!'"   
      
       Victor walked around the room, making airplane noises, then stopped.   
   "Wait a second!  What do we need the plane to get us clothes for?  We have   
   clothes on!"   
      
       Cathy said, "We're pretending."   
      
       "Why do we have to pretend?  Let's be like the farmers!  Go on and take   
   your clothes off."   
      
       Cathy blushed, shrugging her shoulders.  "Nooooo." she said teasingly.   
      
       Victor sat beside her.  "I think you wannnt to." He said smiling.  Cathy   
   shook her head, also smiling.   
      
       Victor stood up.  "Tell you what!  I'm going to take mine off, then you   
   take yours off." He began to undo the buttons on his shirt.   
      
       Cathy stared amazed, not sure what to make of this.  She'd never seen a   
   man naked, or even a boy.  This seemed awfully funny for a bedtime story.   
      
       The girl remained silent as the man took off article after article of   
   clothing.  Finally he was down to his underwear.  "Dum dum dum dum!" he   
   said, like at a circus, and pulled his shorts down.   
      
       Cathy was goggle eyed.  She had no prior concept of the strange body   
   parts the man had, so different from anything in her experience.  It also   
   looked as if he had hair starting to grow around.whatever it was.   
      
       Uncle Victor had two things down there to look at.  One looked like a   
   bag kind of, with something in it.  But in front of it was something that   
   Cathy could only compare to an elephant trunk, but lots smaller.  She said,   
   "How come you look so different?"   
      
       "Different how?" Victor asked.  Uncle Victor was standing at the foot of   
   the girl's bed.  She kicked off her covers and knee-walked to that end and   
   said, pointing "That's not what I got!"   
      
       "Well of course you do!" Victor said incredulous.  "No!" said the girl,   
      
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