I was glad I'd shopped for groceries. With the exception of feeding the horses there'd be precious little to do while the storm raged. There was no need to move. I didn't need to pee. I luxuriated in the moment. Watching Michelle sleep was nice. Waiting for her to wake up was exciting. Anticipation of her smile actually made my heart beat a bit faster. My erection pulsed. Damn, I was horny for her but not. While I could live with no more sexual exploration just to have her in my bed every morning to wake up to, I wanted to do so much more. It was a complex cascade of emotions. Pausing on the walk from the storage barn with a seventy pound bag of feed on my shoulder, I watched Michelle, bundled up in her parka, knit cap pulled down, arguing with Dracula, trying to convince him to pull the toboggan up the hill. I grinned. She was a determined little imp. I had confidence she'd have Dracula trained before the day was out. Dracula barked at her, demanding attention. She glanced down at him and caught sight of me. A smile emerged on her pretty face. She waved. I smiled.

His look took her breath away. The sly smile made her heart trip. The heat in his pretty eyes made her flush. His hand squeezed her bum. She couldn't stop herself. She kissed him, liking how he smiled against her lips. A twinkle appeared in his eyes. She smiled. She adored his attention. She adored Mitch. A mouth encompassed my crown and edged down slightly. Her tongue caressed me. Her hand stroked. One cupped my balls. I felt slight suction on my crown and almost lost it, a wave of arousal cascading through me making me moan into her little pussy. Confusion assailed me. How could such a young girl know this? How could a ten-year-old be so skilled? I'd never felt anything so arousing. Now I understood my brother. This was incredible. Let's make one tomorrow," Michelle suggested. "Does Dracula like snow? Why did you call him Dracula?"Another powerful wave of excitement shook me. Suddenly I didn't want to be the first. I wanted Michelle to cum first. I knew if it was me I'd have no energy left to do anything but breathe. Christmas arrived with Michelle waking up full of beans. It was the first time I didn't watch her wake up. It was also the first time she didn't say, "Morning, Mitch," to me. This time it was two hands shaking my shoulder urgently. A sharp right threw me across the bench seat. A sudden stop almost had my face plastered to the clear polycarbonate divider.

Grinning broadly, Michelle set about planning an excuse to sleep with him again, excited at the prospect of being cuddled, warm, his leathery scent, and the weight of Dracula at the foot of the bed. Michelle was so deliciously petite pressed to me. She so attracted me, emotionally and physically. I didn't want to move. I didn't want the day to start. I wanted to spend the day like this, snuggling with a beautiful girl, aroused by her. I had a strong urge to rub my erection against her, a strong desire to seek release, find pleasure and cum. Before I came to a decision Michelle turned her head on the pillow and looked at me. I detected a delicate ambrosia, lightly earthy. It could only be one thing since she'd showered; Michelle, all of ten years old, must be aroused. I inhaled her scent deeply. It quite intoxicated me. The memory of sleeping in Mitch's arms was strong. She wondered why it felt so good, as if it was the right place for her to be. During the day she studied her uncle as he worked. Lean and muscular, he concentrated on whatever he was doing, giving it his entire attention. He moved with ease and economy, no fluster or fumbling, simply doing things with competence. Dark hair fell over his brow and into his eyes and every so often he'd pause and brush the hair up and away. It was long at the collar, too. Her hand burrowed between us and gently took hold of my shaft. She squeezed and guided the tip to press against her pussy. I leaked and swelled and hunched automatically, my crown sliding along her cleft and into the natural gap at her crotch. Michelle closed her legs trapping me, squeezing me. Damn it felt good.Smiling and sporting an erection that felt like it could split at any moment, I asked, "Can I try?"

Sometime later I was shivering, stripped to the waist, with several adhesive strips holding the gash together. Kevin had suggested I really needed stitches. I'd grumpily reminded him of the weather conditions. He'd harrumphed and covered his skilled handiwork with antiseptic and a bandage. Nooooo. Can't say that I have," Kevin answered then added a grin revealing tobacco-stained teeth. "I'm not sure there's ever been a need for him to hug me."Morning broke with watery light and rain pummeling the window. New York was loud. I heard the sounds of morning rush-hour traffic, a pervasive and endless din. Horns tooted. Brakes screeched from sudden stops. I hated New York even more. I was uncomfortable. My unshaved stubble itched. My teeth felt like they were coated in a thin layer of slime. My body ached from sitting too long in the uncomfortable chair. Her moist tongue distracted me. Kissing her was intensely arousing. I'd never have believed holding a ten-year-old girl in my arms, kissing her and having her hump my shaft while I played with her sexy panty-clad bum could be intoxicatingly arousing, so much more arousing than any woman I'd been with, but it was; a completely different experience. The following “Book Shelf Directories” have not been edited, formatted or categorized. These stories have been received from all over the world by authors and readers who wished to contribute to the archive. I caressed her soft cheek with my thumb. "Morning. It's Uncle Mitch," I reminded her almost automatically.