From: Pengerton@Squire.com   
      
   The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. On top of   
   that, a good number of them contain prepubescent children. If for any   
   reason it's illegal for you to read anything like this, e.g., you're   
   under some specific age, or maybe because of it's content, I highly   
   encourage you to try hitting up a bingo parlor or skate park instead.   
      
   Also, keep in mind that I wrote this, not lived it, and to my   
   knowledge know of no one who has lived it. If you know anyone who has   
   lived this including yourself, it's pure coincidence. Get over it. If   
   you know anyone who wants to live this including yourself, I insist   
   that any such parties cease and desist from such thoughts and stick   
   with fantasies such as this. If you know of anyone living this   
   including yourself I must say that no matter how good a story ends,   
   real life is not a fantasy. Please stop.   
      
   If you feel offended by anything so far written then why the hell are   
   you still reading? Go knit a ball warmer or something!   
      
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   Welp, there I was with my niece by the pool. We'd been playing   
   earlier, and had decided to rest and sun for a while. But, then she   
   started teasing me, and one thing led to another... Then she started   
   begging, and finally I couldn't say no. Next thing I know I was   
   holding her up by the waist as she squatted with both knees pointed in   
   opposite directions, right down onto my pecker. She was being careful   
   to watch what she was doing as she guided it to the opening to her   
   love hole with one hand. Even though we were both covered head to toe   
   - and practically inside and out - in slippery lotion, she was still   
   having some difficulty. She winced a little as she tried to force more   
   of me into her tiny love channel. Finally she took a short break to   
   rest and wipe away some sweat and tears. She rubbed my prick to keep   
   me good and stiff - as if I really needed it. Determinedly she got   
   back on, gripped my cock tightly and dropped her pussy down onto it.   
      
   "You sure about this sweets?", I asked.   
      
   She gave a few big, enthusiastic nods with a determined, wide-eyed   
   look directly into my eyes. The clearly audible, "Uh-huh", was   
   un-needed confirmation.   
      
   She looked back down and went to work. With a wince and a grunt, I   
   found the pressure against my prick a bit painful, but not enough to   
   diminish my excitement. Then she gave a little squeal and it looked   
   like it was slowly going in. I can only describe it as trying to shove   
   your dick through one of those little rubber bands for braces.   
   Suddenly, the band broke, and rim of the head of my dick popped past   
   her hymen. At the exact moment, we heard the glass door slide open   
   fast and fierce. We whipped our heads to find her mother standing   
   wide-eyed and drop-jawed in the doorway. BUSTED!   
      
   My name is Brad. I live with my sister, Breanna, and her daughter   
   Brenda. I work and all, don't get the wrong idea. It just works out   
   better this way. It certainly allows us to afford stuff we couldn't   
   buy if I was paying more rent somewhere else, and she wasn't getting   
   the extra income from me. Heck, I was paying nearly half our combined   
   total living expenses including food, and I was paying about what it   
   would be just for rent at some cheap, thug-infested apartment complex.   
      
   Breanna makes plenty as an exotic dancer. She works at the high class   
   joints. The dancers don't pull tricks there so they let some   
   call-girls slip in. That keeps the pervs from hastling the dancers.   
   Breanna makes some good money cause she's one of the best dancers in   
   the state. Sometimes she does tours around the state and goes to   
   California, Florida and Vegas for some of the national competition   
   stuff. She hasn't won anything big but she's still got some years in   
   her.   
      
   Me, I'm a tech. One of many PC and server gurus in a large   
   conglomerate of dim-wits, who can barely figure out what all those   
   numbers on those spreadsheets mean, much less how to use the   
   spreadsheet. I do pretty good. My compadres are always ribbing me   
   about my car though. They drive SUVs and sporty luxury sedans. Not   
   top-of-the-line, but still they think I need to move up from my   
   eight-year-old Ranger. Hey, It's paid for. I don't need a lot of   
   comprehensive insurance because my lien-holder thinks I'm not careful   
   enough to avoid the other idiots, much less keep from wrecking it   
   myself. It doesn't have a radio or cup-holders. What's to distract me   
   into having a wreck? Anyway, it's got plenty of miles left on it. So   
   what if it's not the prettiest thing on the road? I'd rather retire   
   early than blow my earnings on impressing others.   
      
   Breanna is a year older than me and her daughter is seven. Oh, I'm   
   twenty-four. I'm tellin' you Breanna is HOT! She's not one of those   
   anorexic stick-figures that move around on stage. She eats well and   
   exercises, and is in some real serious shape! Not like a body builder   
   or anything. Just nice firm and meaty. At five-foot one, and   
   one-hundred, twenty-three pounds, she's a little firecracker with   
   fist-sized ball-boobies, and a nice, round, tight ass that's sits a   
   touch high on her bones. Her hips aren't real wide, but she doesn't   
   look like a male transvestite from the back either. Her natural brown   
   hair flows about six inches past her shoulders. Enough to fling around   
   without getting in the way. It frames her high and happy cheeks that   
   accent her dimpled smile. She's concerned about being too cutesy but   
   it's another of her many assets. Her short, thin brow set slightly   
   high above her green eyes. Her tan came from the pool. No tanning   
   booths or spray-ons for her!   
      
   A sprite little pudge with light brown hair and dimples, Breanna is   
   the spittin' image of her mother when she was her age. At fifty-five   
   pounds, she shares her mother's zeal for a healthy diet and good   
   exercise. Her poolside tan is a good match for her mom's too.   
      
   It all started right after we moved away from our folks, after   
   college. Our folks were spend-thrifts and taught us well. Moving off   
   to some over-blown, ivy-league hell-hole would have merely put us into   
   un-needed debt. The local college had some great programs and suited   
   our needs fine, and allowed us to finish without owing anyone   
   anything. Breanna majored in economics and started out with a good job   
   but it took her away from her darling Brenda too much, so she resigned   
   her position as a stock analyst. Heck, her own personal stock   
   portfolio was already an admirable nest egg. After Brenda started   
   first grade, she quit and took up dancing for the exercise and... she   
   really liked dancing. She worked pretty much when she wanted and the   
   freedom allowed her to be with Brenda much of the time.   
      
   I was pure geek. Sure our folks were thrifty, but they sure knew a   
      
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