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story_codes: M/g(7), oral, first, cons, incest

story_intro: When Dave gets custody of his blind, seven year-old niece, he has no idea what he is going to do. But the previously neglected child who craves physical contact and affection soon gives him a plan that will satisfy him and open a whole new world to the girl.

story_language: English




Lust is Blind

Written by madvlad


	Dave wondered why he was nervous, meeting her for the first time. After all, why should he be nervous about a seven year-old child? He figured it was probably not nervousness as much as it was the stress of having his life turned upside down by a little girl he'd never met before.

	Dave was never particularly close to his sister, Lillian, when she was alive; particularly in more recent years when she had become so religious. No, religious wasn't the word. Dave knew quite a few religious people and they were all perfectly normal. Perhaps, whacked-out, Armageddon-loving freak was a more accurate description, if somewhat understated.

	Lillian was convinced that the world was heading for the big KABOOM to pay for its ever-increasing list of sins. Already, minor plagues from heaven had already descended upon the earth - natural disasters (despite the fact that they had always been around), the rise of tyrants in the Middle East (see natural disasters), and the Home Shopping Network (okay - Dave could see she might have a point on that one).

	When Lillian was pregnant, her husband was killed in a plane crash. Already on the brink of theological Loony-Toons territory, she was convinced that the crash was God's punishment because the plane was heading for a sinful place - Portland, Oregon. Dave didn't understand what made Portland a hotbed of sin, but his sister was convinced as she explained it to him right after the funeral. It had been the last rational conversation they ever had. Check that - it was the last conversation they ever had, period. Rational had jumped on the last train leaving his sister's station well before that.

	Months later, Dave heard through distant family members that Lillian had given birth to a baby girl who was healthy in all respects except that she was totally blind. Naturally, Lillian had taken this as a sign from God.

	Dave heard little about his sister or his niece, Justine since then until a week ago. What he heard was a tragic yet amusing tale about his sister, a tattoo, and an air conditioner.

	Sinners! They were everywhere!

	Lillian fumed as she walked downtown. This was nothing extraordinary as she often fumed while she was downtown. It was a haven for rebels against the Lord who loved loud music and scandalous clothing. When a young woman wearing a tank top passed by with a tattoo showing on one shoulder, Lillian blew her stack.

	"Foul Whore of Satan!" she screamed, making the woman jump.

	"What? Me?" she asked.

	"You wear his mark on your sinfully bared flesh!" Lillian continued, pointing to the yellow and blue on the woman's arm.

	"Uh, that's just a butterfly."

	"Lucifer takes all forms!"

	The young woman backed away a few steps before turning and walking rapidly away. But Lillian stood on the sidewalk, screaming after her for a good thirty seconds. She should have stopped at about twenty-five seconds.

	Twenty stories up, an apartment was being used as a movie set. It was for the twenty-third installment of a wildly successful porn series, 'Tubs 'o Fun'. Shelly, a three hundred and twenty-six pound brunette, sashayed into the living room with a remarkable amount grace. Going to the far wall, she planted her arms on either side of a window frame, her mammoth mammaries pressing against a window-mounted air conditioner.

	Her co-star in this scene, Dewey, was a good forty pounds heavier. Fortunately, he was gifted with a huge penis, which made getting around all of the extra flesh more possible. When the director called for action, Dewey stood in place, dragging one foot backward over and over like a bull pawing the dirt. Then he ran/waddled forward, holding his prick straight out.

	His aim was true, nailing Shelly's cunt. But the momentum of his run was not easily stopped, even with all of Shelly's cushioning. Most of the force was transmitted through her chest and the air conditioner's mounting frame, already loose, gave into the unstoppable force.

	The unit flew out, followed by Shelly's tits.

	"Shit!" she yelled. My boobs are stuck!"

	Her ample mounds prevented her from seeing where the air conditioner landed. Lillian never saw the air conditioner either - which was a small mercy.

	Sergeant Beckman still loved patrol duty after twenty-three years of service. He could have taken a desk job long ago, but he loved being a police officer. And it made more sense to pass along his experience to the rookies like Officer Martin while on the beat than from a damn desk at the precinct.

	Responding to a 911 call, Beckman parked the cruiser on the curb near where there was a small crowd of people gathered around. The first thing he noticed was the tang of fresh vomit. It appeared that several curious lookers had lost their lunch. Working through the crowd, Beckman and Martin observed the body of Lillian Martens sprawled next to a shattered air conditioner.

	"Where's the head?" Martin asked.

	"Let's see," Beckman replied. "There, there, some over there, and I think there's some on that fire hydrant."

	That was enough to make several more onlookers double over and lose weight. Martin was feeling himself turn green while Beckman radioed in a code for an accidental death - one body. Then Beckman scanned the area, looking up at the building. Holding the radio mike to his mouth, he made another report.

	"Be advised, we also have a Code 9409 in progress," he said with the cool detachment of a seasoned peace officer.

	Martin scratched his head at the code number. That was a high number - usually meant for the more obscure incidents. Pulling his phone out, he punched up the app listing all of the department's codes. There it was - 'Code 9409: Humongous breasts stuck in a window sill'.

	Martin looked at his veteran partner with newfound respect.

	Dave turned as the door opened. A woman from Family Services entered, leading a small girl by the hand. Dave looked at his niece for the first time. She had light brown hair that matched her late mother's and her unseeing eyes were a pale blue. Dave had half-expected her to be wearing dark glasses or something, but what ever defect had caused the girl's blindness did not seem to effect her appearance.

	The woman made introductions and Justine stared straight ahead as she said hello to her Uncle Dave. Then the woman guided the girl to a chair and had to coax her to let go of her hand. She motioned to Dave to join her on the other side of the room.

	"I'm Francine Davis," she said, extending a hand which Dave shook. "I've been Justine's case manager since she's been in our custody. Mrs. Martens never designated a custodian for the girl, but since you are her nearest relation, the court quickly decided to assign you custody and assign all financial assets to you for Justine's care. You'll also find information on schooling for the blind - you'll be pleasantly surprised at the positive options you have. Especially considering the financial resources you now have."

	"Really? I didn't know Lillian was that well off. We weren't close."

	"I can assure you that she was quite wealthy."

	"How wealthy?"

	Dave's eyebrows shot up when Francine told him.

	"I never knew that. I guess there's a lot of money to be made in the nut-job profession."

	Francine smiled.

	"Actually, it was due to Mr. Martens' portfolio. Plus the start-up company he had worked for was largely bought out but he kept his shares. Six months after his death, your sister was finally persuaded to sell the shares - for millions."

	Glancing at Justine, who was sitting quietly, Francine leaned closer to Dave and spoke in a whisper.

	"You say you and your sister weren't close. Can I speak to you frankly about her and your niece?"

	"Go ahead."

	"Your sister's house freaked me out. I'm not talking about all the End of the World stuff - I've seen things far worse. But your sister felt Justine's blindness was a punishment for the girl's 'sinful ways'."

	"Sinful ways? She was born blind!"

	"I know. But your sister was...how do I say this? She was extreme in her treatment of Justine."

	"What do you mean?"

	"She refused to send her to school and when she wanted to punish Justine punishment, she would take her to a room and rearrange the furniture so the girl couldn't find her way out."

	"That's sick!"

	"There's more. I went out and bought Justine some clothes - you'll get the suitcase. Your sister always dressed her in these shapeless dresses of rough material. When someone loses a sense, they learn to use their remaining ones better than most of us. Like many blind people, Justine not only has keen hearing, but she is very tactile - reliant on touch. Your sister was very cold to her and the clothes made her wear were another punishment. You saw how I had to persuade her to let go of my hand - she craves physical contact and warmth. These were in short supply with your sister, but I thought you show know if she appears to be rather clingy."

	"I understand."

	"One more thing. You'll probably see her touching her panties from time to time. Your sister's idea of underwear for the girl was a diaper with a metal chastity belt locked over it."

	"WHAT THE...?"

	"Shh. It's embarrassing enough for Justine. She's toilet trained, but your sister would only let her use it twice a day - once in the morning and once before bed. Hence the diaper. According to your sister's diary - which you'll get - she did this to keep Justine from performing her 'sinful acts of the flesh'. She caught Lillian exploring herself once when the girl was three."

	"A lot of kids do that at that age," Dave said. "I'm sure I did it as well."

	Francine nodded.

	"It's quite natural. They're discovering all of their body parts. Anyway, I bought her some plain cotton underpants and the girl thinks she's in heaven. I can only imagine what it must be like after years in filthy diapers and a metal harness."

	The funeral was a closed casket affair, attended by Dave, Justine, and some members of what Dave dubbed The Holy Church of Daffy Duck. Dave thumbed through the first few pages of his sister's diary and chucked it and the her subsequent journals in the trash. After settling matters with Lillian's attorney and Francine, Dave and Justine set off on the six hour drive home.

	During a stop for lunch, Justine used both hands to cling to Dave's arm as they walked. Although still bewildered and nervous, she found her mysterious uncle to be patient and kind. She was also introduced to the wonders of chicken nuggets and French fries which were apparently sinful foods that had banned before. She burst out laughing when her first ever sip of Coke tickled her nose. Then her hands flew to her mouth and she became contrite.

	"I'm sorry, Uncle Dave. I shouldn't laugh," she apologized.

	Dave leaned over and patted her arm.

	"It's okay. A lot of the things your mother thought were bad really aren't. You're not only allowed to be happy and feel good - I want you to.

	Justine clasped her hand over the one he had resting on her arm and pressed her cheek against his forearm. She smiled contently.

	It was late when they got home, but Dave found that he was pretty good in helping the blind girl get her bearings. Of course, it helped that Justine was very quick on the uptake.
He had a one-floor condo with three bedrooms - one for his own bed, one as an office, and a third as a guest bedroom. It was now Justine's.  She quickly learned how to find her way around the room and out the door. One she reached the opposite wall in the hallway, she learned to turn left. Keeping her hand on the wall she could easily find the bathroom which was the first door she would reach.

	From how Justine's eye lids were growing heavy, Dave helped her back to her bed. Unmindful of how she appeared, the girl undressed. When she was down to her panties, she asked where her nightgown was. Francine had purchased one to replace the chaffing things that Lillian had forced her to wear, but Dave couldn't find it.

	"Why don't you just sleep in your underwear?" he suggested at last.

	"Isn't that sinful?" she asked.

	"Not here. I do it all the time."

	"Oh!" she said, surprised and pleased. "That's one of those things you said was okay now. I like that because the panties Miss Davis got me feel so good."

	Dave watched as Justine rubbed her hands on the sides of her underpants. She inadvertently pulled them high, tightening the material between her legs and displaying the swell of her sex beneath the material. Dave hoped she would do more and was rewarded as the cloth bunched into her slit, giving him a camel toe to gaze upon.

	Dave had a thing for young girls around ten to twelve - the kind that were on the cusp of starting to develop or maybe even had a little titty mound starting to sprout. Justine's chest was perfectly flat, graced with a pair of small nipples. Dave had never looked much at girls her age, but he was drawn to the shape of her thighs and the curved of her cloth-covered bottom. Her belly was flat with just a hint of remaining baby fat. In his imagination, Dave could see himself nibbling her there, going higher and finding what her nipples tasted like. Suddenly, he didn't mind their lack of any puffiness.

	Of course, he'd have to slide her panties off and get a few mouthfuls of that gorgeous ass before moving around to the front. Her pussy would be hairless of course. So small and tight around his tongue and then his...

	"Uncle Dave?"

	Dave snapped out of his illicit fantasy as his erection begged him to continue.

	"Yeah?"

	"Are you okay? I can hear you breathing hard."

	"Oh, yes. I'm fine. Just a long day."

	He pulled the sheet and blanket down and helped her into bed. Justine rubbed her feet and grinned.

	"You have sheets here too! They had those at the place I stayed after Mama died. But these feel even better."

	"You didn't have sheets at home?"

	Justine shook her head.

	"Mama did, I think. But I wasn't allowed. I had a mattress with lumps and a scratchy blanket because I was a sinner. But I'm not a sinner anymore, am I Uncle Dave?"

	"No, and you never were. Your mom had it all wrong."

	He pulled the covers over her, but she asked for a hug. He sat there, rubbing her bare back, wondering how he was going to resist the temptation of this nearly naked little girl. Justine's yawn gave him an excuse as he settled her back in to bed and drew the sheet and blanket up. She wriggled under the covers with pleasure as he kissed her good-night.

	As he walked down the hall, it occurred to him that Justine didn't seem to actually miss her mother at all.

	A football fanatic, Dave was pleased that his cable package had plenty of classic games played all year around, along with his extensive DVD collection. Since Justine was still unmoving under the covers, he pulled some leftover pizza out of the refrigerator and a two-liter bottle of Coke.

	He spent the next two manly hours having breakfast in front of the TV while wearing a t-shirt and boxers. So engrossed with the carnage of the game, he didn't notice that Justine had entered the room until she called to him. As he started to get up, Justine asked him to direct her, instead.

	"Miss Davis says it's the best way to know a room," she informed him.

	Dave guided her in verbally. When she was about six feet away, he told her to turn to the left.

	"More," he said. "More, keep going, keep going."

	Justine giggled when she realized she was spinning in circles. Dave had meant it to be a joke, but he was enjoying the view as his niece inadvertently showed off her sleek little body.

	"Okay," he said at last. Come straight...more, you're almost at the couch. Take small steps."

	When Justine's leg softly bumped the sofa, she leaned forward and got up. Finding Dave's leg, she crawled into his lap and snuggled in. Francine was right; the sightless and previously neglected girl really wanted as much bodily contact as possible.

	"Are you hungry?" he asked.

	"Uh huh."

	"Here, have some cold pizza."

	"What's pizza?"

	After Justine wolfed down a piece, Dave got her another one.

	"I like pizza," she mumbled after taking a huge chomp.

	"Eating it cold is the best. It will put hair on your chest."

	"Really?"

	"Sure, feel here."

	Dave raised his t-shirt and guided Justine's hand to his chest. The little girl was entranced by the thick curls as she slid her fingers through them.

	"Will I get those, too?" she asked.

	"Let's see, you're already on your second slice, so you should have some."

	Dave rubbed his hand over the girl's smooth chest. Justine put one hand over his to keep it swirling there. Every so often, Dave would make sure he got to her nipples. The tiny buttons eventually reacted, stiffening under his fingers. Justine sighed and leaned back against her uncle.

	When she asked about the noise she was hearing, Dave began to describe football. It wasn't long before Justine had a basic grasp of two teams moving the ball around. Considering how many times Dave had listened to games on the radio, he figured it was much the same for his niece.

	Justine listed to the game, happy to be in his lap (which Mama would never allow) and with his hand making her chest and tummy feel good. She enjoyed all of these touches and found herself rubbing herself through her panties because that felt nice too.

	When Justine said she was thirsty, Dave handed her the large bottle with his free hand, waiting until she had both hands firmly on it. On impulse, he stared at the youngster's panty covered crotch and acted on an impulse.

	"Let me get this for you," he muttered as he placed his hand over the thin fabric. His searching fingers quickly found the pair of fat labia as he caressed her intimate place. Justine's first response was to open her legs further.

	"That's so nice, Uncle Dave," she cooed. "But..."

	"But what?"

	"Mama said that's my sinful place. Is it really?"

	"Does it feel good or bad?"

	"Good."

	"Then it's a good place," Dave summarized as he pressed firmly while drawing his finger through her slit. Justine shivered happily.

	Dave sat watching football as he pawed his contented niece.

	"Which do you like more? He finally asked. "Top or bottom?"

	"I don't know. It's making me feel funny in my panties, but I like how you touch my skin on top."

	It was the answer Dave was looking for. He peeled Justine's panties off, pausing to look at the little girl's exposed cunny. It was bald and plump and in need of some good loving. His fingers returned, sweeping and prodding the smooth flesh as it seemed to grow warmer.

	Justine relaxed in her uncle's lap as he made her feel good. She was especially intrigued by what was happening between her legs - deep inside. She felt all gooey and she was...dripping? She bolted upright.

	"Oh! I peed!"

	"No, Justine. That's just how your body reacts when it is touched the right way. You didn't pee."

	"Good," she said and relaxed again to enjoy her molestation. Soon she heard a slight gurgling sound to go with the gooiness she felt.

	Dave's cock was rock hard and began to move on the couch to slide his dick along the crack between the girl's buttocks. At first, Justine was too absorbed by her own body's response to her uncle's attention, but she finally became aware of something moving under her rear.

	"There's something big under me," she announced.

	"That's my penis."

	"Oh. Mama said that a penis was the man's tool of evil. But it's not, right?"

	"Right. Do you want to see it?"

	"Uncle Dave, I-"

	"Sorry. I mean, do you want to feel it?"

	"Can I?" she gushed.

	Dave's boxers quickly joined Justine's panties on the floor. Justine curled up next to him, leaning over his lap as she felt her first prick. It had so many contours and shapes, from the spongy head to the hardened shaft to the hairy balls, that Justine spend over a half an hour investigating it with her small, delicate hands.

	"It's so neat, Uncle Dave," she sighed as she held it in two hands, rubbing her cheek against the head.

	"So is yours," Dave said as he returned to fingering his niece's virgin cuntlet.

	Justine cooed and arched her back, but never released her grip on Dave's prick. It seemed he really liked it when she rubbed it in a certain way while squeezing with her hands. But her hands froze as she breathed raggedly. Dave's fingers were moving faster, drawing more cunny ooze from her slit until she shuddered.

	"Oh! Oooohhhhh......" she gasped as something she couldn't comprehend surged through her belly. After it passed, she lay still for several minutes.

	"Uncle Dave?"

	"Yes?"

	"Something happened."

	"I know it did. You came. That's what happens when you feel really good."

	"Can you cum?"

	"I can with your help."

	Justine was pleased that she could help, especially since it meant touching her uncle's strange and wonderful penis. When it erupted, she could feel the hot thick stuff splash her face and chest. She immediately swiped some of it on her fingers, testing the feel of it before sniffing it.

	"Try tasting it," Dave suggested and Justine did just that.

	She was disappointed that it wasn't sweet. But her enhanced sense of taste picked up the odd mix of salt and muskiness in fine detail and she decided she kind of liked it. Not as much as Coke, but it was special since her uncle had made it when he came.

	For the next few days, Justine remained happily naked in her new home. Dave kept some clothes handy in case some friends happened to stop by, which a few did. When they were alone, they made each other cum often.

	One morning, Dave crept into Justine's room while she was still asleep. Pulling the covers off, he was pleased to find her in the nude. He knelt by the bed as he pulled her lower body to him and spread her legs.

	When Justine awoke, her cunny was fluttery and wet. And something was moving over it and digging into her slit.

	"Uncle Dave?"

	"Mmmm?"

	"What are you doing?"

	"I'm eating your for breakfast," he said before taking her entire kiddy cunt in his mouth.

	Justine pressed on the back of his head and lifted her hips. This was the best thing yet! Dave munched on the little girl's twat until she came, bucking her pelvis against him as her dew flooded his mouth.

	"Can I use my mouth like you did?" she asked when she had recovered.

	"Certainly."

	Dave said very little as his niece licked and sucked him, starting from the balls on up. When he reached his glans, she opened her mouth and lowered it onto him. Having just had her pussy sucked, she did the same to him, feeling reassured when he gently laid his hand on her head. For Justine, who had suffered seven years of neglect and near isolation from any human contact, this was perfect.

	Her hands moved along his shaft while she slowly moved her face up and down, savoring every inch where her mouth met his flesh. And her uncle's kind hands were everywhere, making her nipples harden, cupping her rump, and making her favorite spot warm and moist. When the stuff erupted in her mouth, Justine let some of it escape, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. She happily rubbed it into her skin while she swallowed what was left in her mouth, joining their bodies in some small way.

	She was too young to understand or formulate any of the psychological aspects of what she did. She only knew it felt so right.

	They spend another happy day together, this time in Dave's larger bed where they were free to explore each other with hands and mouths. Justine looked so small and innocent, even with her bald little cuntlet gleaming from her latest orgasm or with Dave's cock stuffed in her mouth.

	She was getting quite good at sucking him off, always moving so achingly slow as she did it to enjoy every bit of their contact. And she always let some of it get on her skin so she could smear it over her body.

	"I think you need a bath," he finally said.

	"Okay," she replied, crestfallen.

	"You don't like baths?"

	"Uh uh. The water's cold and that brush scrapes me when it rubs too hard."

	"This isn't one of your mother's baths."

	Now Justine was intrigued as she heard the water running in the other room. Her baths had always been harsh affairs that were done quickly so her mother could cover her daughter's sinful areas as soon as possible. But Justine suspected her uncle's way would be better.

	The tub was a huge sunken one in the master bedroom, easily large enough for Dave and Justine. When he carried her in, the girl started hunching against his stomach, giggling as his hair there tickled her baby soft cunny.

	The water was pleasantly warm when she was slowly immersed in it. From the sounds and the water shifting, she could tell her uncle was joining her. Then came a soft cloth in his hands, sweeping over every part of her body the way she loved. When she was clean, he pulled her in his lap, letting her feel his hardness rubbing against her mons while he slowly bounced her up and down.

	"Uncle Dave, when we're done, I want to put your penis in my mouth again. I like it when you touch me like that."

	"There's another way I can touch you on the inside with my penis, little girl."

	"There is?"

	"Mm hm. Right here."

	Justine gasped as her uncle tapped her pussy.

	"Could you do that? Please?" she begged.

	Without another word, Dave lifted the little girl in the water enough so that her tiny slit was resting on top of his prick head. He moved her back and forth, getting her virgin quim ready for its penetration. But the child was already as loose and yielding as her small size would allow from her erotic bath.

	He pulled her close to him, letting her spread her arms across his chest and holding herself against him, just the way she loved. Holding her by the hips, he gently bounced her on the tip of his dick, letting the head incrementally work its way between her plaint labia and into her tight entrance.

	Her hymen lay just inside of her inner lips and he could feel it with his end of his head barely past her straining lips. Justine grunted as she felt the pressure on her barrier and Dave suddenly yanked her down.

	The child cried out as her membrane gave way. Dave stopped and rubbed her back, assuring her the tough part was over. When she calmed down, he carefully pulled her down, making her untouched sex stretch to accept his inexorable descent into her body. When he reached her cervix, he pulled her down just a little more, making sure she felt him pressing her at the entrance to her uterus.

	With the initial pain of her lost virginity gone, Justine was still adapting to the huge presence inside her. She was still uncomfortable as her little body adjusted to this adult presence, but having her uncle inside of her like this made her sure she would never be alone in the darkness again. It was if he was touching her everywhere at once.

	She reached down with one hand, feeling his thick shaft and then the tight bulges where her hairless cunny lips were distorted around his cock. By now, she was perfectly familiar with the normal shape of her twat, but now it was all so different with her uncle's penis there. She lifted her hand and placed both of them on his shoulders, letting him hold her by the ass. He squeezed her cheeks tightly and moved her up and down. Justine moaned from the intimate friction inside her straining tunnel.

	Dave could see thin crimson tendrils curling in the water from his niece's defloration. He was amazed as he saw his cock sliding in and out of that tiny hole. And while Justine could not see that, he knew she was feeling everything in exquisite detail as he took her like a woman.

	Justine gasped and whined and Dave could feel her already stretched cunny trying to clench around him. He hadn't realized how stimulated she was before he had entered her and now she was cumming hard. While she was still convulsing, Dave thrust her body up and down on his cock, letting the extra stimulation of her contractions bring him off.

	Justine dropped her head back and let out a sharp groan as her uncle's sperm filled her seven year-old womb. When it was over, she clung to him, unwilling to break the contact of their conjoined bodies.

	Dave was quite happy to let his niece stay there and was even happier when he eventually hardened again. Justine didn't understand when he started to rotate her cunt on his prick. There were tiled decks around the corners of the sunken tub and when Dave leaned her forward across one of them, she understood as she felt him move inside of her.

	With the little girl bent forward, Dave was able to thrust harder from behind. He was now able to get half of his prick inside the seven year-old's cunt. Justine grunted with every push, but got into this very quickly. Overly aroused, the girl reached down with her hand and found her clit, pinching and pulling on it while her uncle slashed inside her quivering pussy.

	Dave's hands held her night now, up on the rib cage. She was so small that his fingers easily found her nipples, tweaking them and making his horny little niece thrash her legs in the water as she was taken. Her tiny snatch was a slippery vice on his cock, grabbing at him and trying to milk his cock as her body responded to their copulation. Justine actually came twice before it all ended with another thunderous burst of semen surging in her body.

	Justine was worn out, protesting weakly when Dave finally extracted his dick from the warm confines of her sex. Even though her pussy was throbbing and a little sore from its premature use, she didn't want to lose this contact between them. He plucked her from the water, drying her completely before carrying her naked to his bed.

	"Uncle Dave, can we have a bath every day? I like them now."

	"Sure."

	"Good. Baths are the best part of the day."

	"Really?" he said with a grin as he set her on the mattress. "Don't be too sure until we do your bedtime story."

	The little girl smiled, her naked body squirming in anticipation at whatever fun her uncle was planning next.





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