Chapter 3: Eleven - Dave's viewpoint

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(Dave’s point of view)

My little neighbor girl Luci was almost twelve, quite a cutie, and often seemed more needy than a lost puppy. Her parents were very busy, so she rarely got any attention or affection at home. I liked letting her stay over at my house monthly or so with my nieces.

I was happy she also stopped at my place on the way to school, or on her way home. She visited weekly at first, and almost daily before long. She liked that I’d listen as she rambled on and on about toys, clothes, schoolwork, family, movies, music, and anything else that interested her. I mainly watched her cute young face and body, imagining how she’d look in the future.

My step-niece Julie was seventeen and in love with me. She also loved that I bought her cigarettes, let her smoke in my car and backyard, and occasionally gave her beer or wine. Sex with her was wonderful, and I enjoyed her intensely the two years we’d been secret lovers. I knew she’d find a boy near her own age and leave me, probably when she moved away for college. I was mostly okay with that, since girls of eighteen were the oldest that really excited me.

I’d never admit it to anyone, but I had my first sexual thoughts about Julie when she was only fourteen! Her parents left her with me for a week to go on vacation. Her little sister had stayed with their grandmother. Little Julie sat in my lap watching a funny cartoon, and I felt her bottom bounce slightly each time she laughed. I rested my forearm across her belly and put my hand on her immature hip. My penis slowly swelled in my jeans, beneath her young bottom. I claimed I was tired when the video ended, and carried her upstairs to the little pink bed I’d bought for the times she stayed over. Peeking as she changed into her pajamas was far, far more arousing than it should have been.

I told her, “Good night,” and kissed her forehead. I had a naughty thought and gave her a brief kiss on the lips, too. I was surprised that she smiled and didn’t seem to mind. I went to my bedroom and masturbated while fantasizing about her. I had the most intense ejaculation of my life, to that point.

The five days and nights that followed were joyous repeats. She was in my lap several hours daily, and didn’t mind that I gently touched her legs and belly. I liked resting a fingertip in her little navel and she didn’t seem to mind. It helped me imagine inserting other things into other parts of her.

I went to Julie’s concerts, volleyball games, cheerleading, and other school events often. Volleyball and cheerleading became even more fun when she and her friends grew noticeable breasts.

When I started preparing her for our illicit affair, I knew she was only beginning to have sexual feelings. I was very careful winning her over, sharing little secrets, buying her special treats, and slowly gaining her trust and affection over the course of a year.

I was far more than happy to babysit her any time her parents asked. I slowly became her favorite family member, then favorite person.