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my evil plan

... niece asked. “I think that that's a good idea.” “It's just, well, she says stuff.” “About me?” She nodded. “She says that it's good that I visit you, good that you take me out and stuff, since you're my uncle, but then she says nasty stuff about my dad.” Her father is my brother. He has drug and alcohol problems. The last we'd heard, he was living in California. “I'm sorry.” “She said to be careful, you know, that you might finger me and play with my boobs, too.” “She did?” “Yup.” She started to cry. I scooted over and put my arm around her. She sat up. She held her blanket to her front, but I could see that she was naked, at least from the waist up. “You took your shirt off?” “I sleep naked sometimes.” “You do?” I'd just had time to put on my tee shirt and sweatpants before I went to talk to her. She went to push her blanket down, but I stopped her. “I saw your penis. I don't care if you see my boobs.” “That was an accident,” I said. “You didn't, you know, do that with the clock? My mom said that you'd finger me and get me to suck you.” I felt guilty and embarrassed that she'd guessed that what had happened wasn't an accident. “No, it really must've fallen back there,” I lied. “I know, but I still saw your penis,” she said and giggled. “You don't have to show me.” “I know, but I can, if you want.” “You don't have to,” I repeated. “I won't tell if you finger me.” “I'm sorry,” I said. “It's just, my said that girls do it too, but ...

... she didn't tell me how.” “How?” “You know, how to finger myself. I wish that you'd teach me.” I could tell that she was trying to find an excuse for me to do what she'd guessed that I wanted to do. Maybe her mother had told her that that was the kind of thing that guys did, offer to teach a girl how to masturbate. “You don't want me to do that.” “Mom said that you would, said that all guys want to do that to girls.” “I want to, but to other girls.” “You don't have a girlfriend.” “That's okay.” “I watched you, you know, doing what you were doing, masturbating.” “You did?” “I'm sorry.” “For how long?” “I don't know, a while.” I knew that she was lying, since I'd been able to see her, in the little mirror. She had tried to get my attention as soon as she pushed open my door. “That's okay, you never saw before. You were curious.” “I wish that I could see it again and touch it.” She took my hand and guided it down under the covers. Her blanket slid down so that her golf ball-sized breasts were exposed. “You can touch me too, finger me. I'll suck you, too; mom said that you'd get me to suck it. I wish that you'd teach me how.” Her little pussy was sopping wet. She was naked when I pulled her blanket off her with my free hand. “It's okay, really, you can finger me and get me naked whenever you want. I won't tell, I promise.” “I'm sorry,” I whispered, even as I pushed my finger into her. “It's okay, uncle Mike, I'll let you from now on.”