'Come on, it can't be that bad. Come on and sit down.' He led her to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. His arm was still about her and she seemed reluctant to let it go. Jeff was thankful for the darkness so she couldn't see his nudity or his confusion. He wanted to help the kid, and his desire to be a good listener was in fierce competition with his male needs. The girl was wearing a skimpy nightgown, one of those shortie things that barely covered her ass. He could feel her warm thigh, naked flesh, against his and it made him nervous and aroused desire.
'Tell me about it.' He whispered very low, terrified that their voices or her sobs might carry to one of the other rooms along the hall. Christ, that was all he needed, to have his sister or her husband come in to find out what was the matter and catch him naked with the kid. He'd have one hell of a time explaining.
She sniffled, and he managed to reach to a box of tissues on the bedside table and pull one for her. She wiped her nose and eyes and lifted her head.
'Oh, Uncle Jeff, I'm so miserable!'
'It can't be that bad. Tell me about it.'
She sat up, dropping her hand. One arm brushed over his genitals and Jeff felt like he'd been swept by a brushfire. He gritted his teeth and tightened his groin muscles against the threatening excitement.
Sue's body seemed to tremble and he heard her quick intake of breath. For a moment he thought she was going to pull away, but she didn't. 'It's Turner, the boy you met this afternoon.'
'What about him?' He wasn't sure he'd be able to advise anyone on matters of the heart.
'He-'
'Go on, Sue, tell me. You'll feel a lot better after you do. Besides, I can't give any advice until I know the problem.'
She sighed. 'He wants to do things I'm not sure I should let him do.' Her voice was barely a flutter in the still room.
Jeff's heart pounded so loud he thought the sound filled the room. 'What kind of things?' He couldn't forget what Sally had said about the young, eager lover boy who, wanted to play around.
She shivered and huddled her arms across her chest. In the very vague grayness from the windows, he could make out her form and a pale blur of her features. She seemed to be staring down at his body, but it might be his own imagination.
'He wants to touch me, you know-sex.'
Jeff's breath was a tight coil in his chest. His sex organs were beginning to stir and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Did he want to?
The words seemed to stick in his throat and he had trouble getting them out. 'That's pretty normal for a boy his age, I'd say.'
'But I can't-'
Jeff slipped his arm around her body and squeezed her gently. 'Look, I can't tell you what to do. Every girl has to make that decision for herself. Why don't you talk to your mother, or to Sally?'
'Mom's-' She shook her head. 'I can't talk to her at all. And Sally says I'm a prude. She says let him do whatever he wants or else how the hell am I gonna find out anything.'
Jeff smiled in the darkness. It sounded like Sally, and maybe the advice wasn't so bad after all. 'You have to decide, Sue. You're going to give in to some guy some day. You get to do the choosing.'
She moved slightly, and her hand was on his thigh. Her fingers felt like white-hot steel resting on his flesh. His leg muscles hardened and his penis jerked slightly as it began to come to life. He tightened his hold at her waist, moving his hand slowly and feeling the soft curve of her young tit.
'I think I'd rather learn from someone who knows what he's doing,' Sue said in a hoarse whisper. 'Turner fumbles so, it worries me that maybe it wouldn't be any fun when he does it.'
'Does what?' Jeff was prodding, wanting to hear her talk. His excitement was growing steadily now and he didn't want to let her go.
'You know.'
'Tell me.'
'Oh, play around or maybe even go all the way.'
The room was silent except for the pounding of Jeff's heart and the slight flutter of the child's breath. He was holding his own breath, unable to control the rising lust in his body. He moved his hand again and let it curl over the small mound of her breast. She didn't pull away.
'I don't think that would happen,' he whispered. 'Most of the time when two people meet in sex, they enjoy it pretty much, no matter how inexperienced they are.' It wasn't true, of course, but it might be. It helped all to hell if one of them knew the score.
'I don't want it to be that way,' she said. Her hand moved on his leg, and he couldn't control the shiver that filled him.
'What do you want?'
'I want it to be nice, sure, and very good.'
'Where'd you get these ideas?' He felt like he had a raging fever. Her flesh was hot against his where she leaned against him and her hand on his leg was twitching in a steady tempo.
'I remember when Sally had her first time. One of the kids in her class. It was awful and she was really upset afterwards.'
Sally hadn't mentioned that but it might help explain her sureness now, her ability to go after what she wanted. Sally was one youngster who got what she wanted now.
Sue looked up and Jeff saw the dark circles of her eyes in the pale light. 'Sally says it's much better when you know how.'
He sat staring at her, unable to pull away and unable to resist the temptations of her warm flesh. His hand cupped the small breast, stroked it lovingly, caught the nipple- between his fingers and rolled it slowly. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in shallow gasps. Jeff let his other hand move to her thigh. It was incredibly warm and smooth, like silk that had been lying in the sun for a long time. As his hand moved upward, the heat of her body spread out to meet him.
'Uncle Jeff-'
'Shhh, it's all right.' His hand was between her thighs now, pressing at the thin film of nylon that covered her body, pulling it aside and reaching under it to find the warm nest of her pubic hair. She didn't pull away but she sat very still. He could still hear her breathing and it was getting faster. She wanted him to touch her, to teach her the things she wanted to learn, but she was terrified, he knew.
His hand was at her hairy crotch now, feeling, probing, pressing the warm mound of flesh. The hair felt sparse and soft, and her body was smooth under it. He searched for her labia, inserting his fingers between them very gently.
Her breath fluttered in a long sigh. 'Ooohhh… '
He pulled her to him then, kissing her gently. Her hand tightened in a spasm on his thigh and he reached down to it and moved it to his stiffening prick. She fluttered again and he covered her mouth in a kiss, urging the hand around his stiff column of flesh. It was semihard, filling and pulsing under her touch, throbbing with need he could no longer control. He cupped his fist around hers and showed her how to pump at his tool to excite him more. The foreskin grew taut and she snaked it back to expose the head, arid for a moment her ringers slid over the satiny skin of the cockhead and smeared the tiny drop of preseminal fluid that had already formed there. She gasped, and her hand moved at him in steady rhythm.
He let go of her hand then and put his own hand back to her crotch, which was warm and slightly moist. The heat of her body welcomed his fingers as she shifted her legs slightly and let him between them. He bent close to her face, seeing her parted lips and her half-closed eyes. He kissed her again, this time parting her lips with his tongue and then caressing her tongue with his. The child trembled and her grip on his cock tightened and increased its speed.
'Ooohh, Uncle Jeff… '
'Ssshhh.'
He forced her back so she was lying on the bed. He was sweating now, despite the cool air of the room, and his thighs were tight, his loins aching with lust. The child's slim young body was warm and pliant, waiting and wanting his. His finger found her clitoris and engaged it in erotic movement. He did not want to enter her with his
