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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: mollyget.txt
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story_codes: M/g(3), toddler, incest, cons

story_intro: While his sister is busy with college, Steve takes on the responsibility of watching after his little niece. It is quite a challenge but Molly loves the special games he plays with her. 

story_language: English




Molly Gets Tickled

Written by madvlad


	Steve's alarm clock woke him with a thump on his chest around 7:15 a.m. That was roughly around the time it usually woke him, although it was never quite accurate to the minute.

	Blinking his eyes open, he blearily focused on his alarm clock and saw the light brown hair, sparkling dark eyes, and grinning mouth full of baby teeth.

	"Wake up, Uncle Steve!" his niece hollered, pronouncing "uncle" as "unkwull".

	"Okay, I give up," Steve mumbled as Molly bounced on his chest. "I'm up."

	"Mommy went to school," Molly informed him.

	"I see. Do you want tickles now?"

	Molly bounced from his chest to the mattress, standing up on her knees as she raised her Little Mermaid nightgown. Her panties also featured the same Disney character and were slightly baggy on her despite being the smallest size available. But a three year-old's small frame was not given to completely filling out the inside of said undies.

	As Steve slid them down, Molly calmly watched. She had no fear of him touching her privates as Steve started doing a month ago on her third birthday. Molly was confused at first because she wasn't in the bathtub and Steve wasn't using a washcloth. But Steve explained that these were special, secret tickles that only were for uncles to give to very special nieces. When these tickles gave Molly something new inside her cunny, she understood in her own way. She always waited for her mother to leave before she came bounding into Steve's room to start her day with his fingers between her legs.

	The panties caressed the toddler's silky thighs as they were lowered. And where Ariel had been smiling from in front of the child's crotch was now the plump, puffy mound of little girlhood awaiting the man. As always, Steve took his time, beginning with gentle strokes over the mound. It almost seemed swollen with ripeness the way it curved out both in front and on the sides.

	After several minutes, Steve eased Molly's chubby labia apart to reveal her hairless sex in perfect miniature. As he worked just inside her mound with his fingers, her delicate inner lips opened and showed him more of her soft pinkness inside. Her hymen masked most her modest depth from him, but the opening in the center had gradually been getting stretched by Steve's patient ministrations.

	He slid his fingers around, gliding over the feathery smooth vulva on the outside and her more sensitive areas inside her slit. When Steve lightly pinched and milked her tiny clitoral hood, the pressure and movement agitated the button inside and the toddler shivered. The child's breathing became louder, accompanied by the little squelching noises in her bald twatlet as her body reacted.

	Carefully, Steve eased his fingertip into her, her entrance hugging at it as he probed her maidenhead. With small twisting motions, he squeezed part of his finger inside to the first joint from the tip, feeling the moist kiss of his niece's virgin treasure against his skin. With movements born of instinct, not taught, Molly rocked her tiny pelvis, adding to the diddling she was getting. The membrane loosened, allowing Steve to get in just past the first joint of his finger now. He wriggled it there, caressing Molly's slippery channel.

	The high pitched keening coming from Molly's throat marked her increased arousal. With her cunny oozing, it seemed like it was sucking on Steve's digit as her hairless outer labia became shiny with her dew. As Steve's thumb pressed and massage her clit, the preschooler's throat noises became little grunts and moans. Then with a tiny gasp, Molly shivered, her soft little mouth forming a delicious looking "O" as her orgasm claimed her tiny body.

	When it was over, Molly snuggled next to him. Steve pulled his finger out, bringing the dripping end close to her face. Molly opened her mouth expectantly but Steve abruptly jerked his finger away and popped it in his own mouth to sample her juice. Then he took more from her cunny and again brought his finger near the girl. This time, Molly seized his wrist and he acquiesced, allowing her to put it in her mouth where she promptly sucked him clean, enjoying the taste of her sweet little cunt.

	Spying a lump under the blanket, Molly reached out with a small bare foot and tapped it, giggling as she felt it move and jump. She pushed back the blanket and sheet and pulled Steve's boxers down in front to let his erection pop free. Steve briefly paused the action to remove the girl's nightgown and panties and kicked out of his shorts.

	Eyes glittering, she opened her mouth and captured the glans, sucking on it and swiping at it with her tongue. Her little hands grasped the shaft and wanked it as she continued to suck her uncle's cock head. Steve relaxed, relishing the sight of the nude three year-old busily performing fellatio. When Molly tasted his pre-cum, her eyes locked on his, waiting for him to warn her. As his balls were about to release, he said "now" and Molly pulled her mouth from him. She didn't like the taste of semen all that well and Steve didn't mind seeing his cum splash all over the softness of her cute little chest and tummy.

	Molly giggled and played with the stuff, using her fingers to smear it all over herself. When she rubbed some on her nipples - a trick Steve taught her - she laughed louder.

	Finally satisfied of the mess she had made on herself, she looked at Steve and announced "Pancakes".

	Steve followed the girl into the kitchen, reaching down to scoop her up and set her in a chair. His one hand completely covered the three year-old's tiny buns and he gave them a firm squeeze before he placed her in her seat.

	As Steve stirred the pancake batter, Molly asked, "We go to the park today?"

	Steve looked outside in the sunlight. It was going to be warm today and there wouldn't be too many days like this left before autumn claimed the temperature.

	"Sure, honey," he replied. "But later this morning after I get my work done."

	Steve worked as a website developer, doing the nuts and bolts work and leaving the splashier logos and artwork to others. As his time with the company grew, he worked mostly from home, accomplishing more in three or four hours a day than he would in eight or ten hours in the office environment with meetings and other distractions. His manager was happy with this arrangement as Steve did not need the frequent checks and supervision some of his less motivated colleagues did. On the rare days he did go in, he used a sitter service to watch Molly since her mother, his sister Andrea, was in school.

	When Steve was twelve and Andrea was two, their parents divorced. It was a protracted, ugly affair with each parent trying to convince their son (Andrea being too young to understand) that the other one was to blame. In the end, it was shared custody with the two children being shuttled from one bitter parent to the other. Each ex-spouse continued to try to use the kids against the other. Even when each of them got re-married, the war never abated.

	When Steve graduated high school, he had a full academic scholarship to college and couldn't wait to get out from the toxic mess his parents had created. He felt guilty about leaving Andrea behind, but there was little to be done about that.

	When Andrea was sixteen, she became pregnant. This was kind of a surprise as she had been a good student and not much of a troublemaker, but none of those ever factored into a little swimmer winning the race at the finish line of an egg.

	To no surprise, both of their parents behaved like complete assholes. Each blamed the other for their daughter's "failure" and insisted that Andrea live with the other parent. By this time, Steve was well-established in his job and offered to take Andrea in. She remained in school, delivered Molly, and still stayed with him. Their parents were so self-absorbed that they never really acknowledged Molly much which was fine for Steve and Andrea as they hoped the girl would grow up free of the garbage they had endured.

	Like Steve, Andrea earned a scholarship to a college in the city where they lived. He insisted that she and Molly remain with him, dismissing any guilt Andrea had about sponging off of him. He reminded her that she and Molly were really the only family he had so they both stayed. Now Andrea was in her freshman year. Remembering his long study hours, Steve's own work allowed him to be flexible for Andrea's school work and everyone was happy.

	It was nearly noon when Steve and Molly arrived at the playground of the nearby park they frequented. Steve had developed a routine where he would let Molly run and play, getting her sufficiently tired so that when he brought her back to the apartment, she would eat lunch and be ready for a nap. As they approached the play area, he noticed Mr. Business.

	Steve didn't know what the man's real name was; Mr. Business is what Steve had nicknamed for the well-made business suits he always wore. The man was overweight and bald on top, the former partly compensated for by the cut of his suits and the latter by a full beard. Steve gauged him to be in his mid to late forties.

	It was not unusual to see people dressed like this in the part around lunch time as many of them took the time to bring a packed lunch or get something from one of the ubiquitous pushcarts in the area and enjoy the weather away from the confines of the office. But Steve thought he had recognized the man from last summer when he had started bringing Molly here late in the season.

	He was certainly a regular this year from Spring on. And he always sat on a bench by the playground. Steve had begun to watch the man closely. Mr. Business' relaxed posture belied his alert eyes and Steve noticed how those eyes often followed a little girl, observing the bare legs or perhaps getting a look under a dress or skirt if the tot was climbing or tumbling.

	About a month ago, Steve had made eye contact with the guy while Molly was squatting and picking some twigs from the grass for some reason. In her position, Molly's skirt had slid to expose plenty of her cute little legs. Mr. Business shifted slightly to get a better angle to see between her legs. It was then that Steve caught his eye. The man froze for a moment until Steve gave him a light nod that said "we're cool, and we're certainly on the same page". The man nodded back and from then on, they would subtly acknowledge each other's presence and predilections.

	Today, Mr. Business was sitting near an unused swing set. Steve usually pushed Molly on the smaller swings; the ones with the full seat with leg holes to keep smaller children from falling.  But today, he decided to give both Molly and Mr. Business a treat.

	"Hey Molly, do you want to ride the big kid swings?"

	"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she cried, hopping up and down so much it made her green and pink dress fly up and flash some panties.

	Mr. Business took notice of the impromptu preschool lingerie show and gazed. Steve brought Molly to the swings and had her sit so she was facing Mr. Business. The man got a show as the little girl was pushed forward and up, the hem of her dress sliding back and giving him a glimpse of fabric between her closed legs.

	"Molly," Steve said loudly enough for the man to hear. "It feels better if you move your legs apart."

	"Yiiiiiii," Mollie screamed as she did that, feeling the breeze flying up her dress as well as blowing in her face as she flew on the swing.

	Mr. Business was grinning like an idiot as got eyeful after eyeful up the toddler's dress. He slipped out his cell phone and raised his eyebrows toward Steve. When Steve nodded, the man aimed and got some photos before switching to video.

	It was nearing one o'clock and the man reluctantly put his phone away. Before he rose from the bench, he took a leftover napkin from his purchased lunch and wrote something on it.

	"Thanks," he said, handing Steve the napkin.

	Steve saw it was a website he visited every now and then that featured candid photos and videos of young children. He couldn't help feeling a perverse bit of pride in knowing that his young niece was going to be internet jack-off fodder.

	The rain was rattling against the windows the following morning when Steve received his 7:23 a.m. chest pouncing. There would be no swing rides for Molly today, but her uncle had other ways of showing her a good time.

	Within minutes, the tyke was naked and on her back while Steve was licking her hairless cunny with her legs lifted over his shoulders. She loved it when he growled and pretended he was a big bad wolf ready to eat a little girl. Giggling, she brought her legs tightly against his head, trapping him there.

	With another fierce growl, he sucked the entire chubby vulva in his mouth while his tongue slid up and down inside her cleft. He could feel her clitty as it stiffened on his tongue and Molly's giggles subsided, replaced by soft murmurs of contentment. As he sucked his niece's bald cuntlet, his tongue was licking up an increasing flow of toddler juice from inside. When Molly came, her little legs grasped his head even harder, trying to pull him closer to her crotch.

	Rolling off the bed, Steve pulled Molly by the legs until her rump was resting near the edge of the bed. He placed his erect prick against the child's slick mound and rubbed its length along the tiny cleft. Molly squirmed at the added contact to her already aroused sex but did not resist when Steve squeezed her legs together around his cock. Now he slid his member between the soft flesh of her oozing snatch and her little thighs, humping that way until he sprayed his load over his niece's belly.

	The friction had also brought Molly halfway to a climax and Steve fingered her some more. As she played with the semen on her tummy, Steve was able to get a more of his finger through her hymen, stretching it again as he rubbed her little twat tunnel. Molly came in short order and then announced that she wanted Captain Crunch for breakfast. Looking at the wetness on his finger, Steve saw he was at the second joint - her membrane was now stretching more easily after a month of diligent work.

	The foul weather kept Steve and Molly indoors for the rest of the week. The clouds cleared on the weekend as Andrea spent some time with her daughter. On Sunday night, Andrea went to the campus library to study with a group of other students, leaving Steve with Molly.

	Molly went to bed easily enough and Steve was cruising the web when he suddenly remembered the website that Mr. Business had written down. Having an in-person little pussy to play with had reduced the surfing on certain sites he had often visited before but he wanted to see if Molly's video was there.

	It was. And as Steve clicked to play it, he scrolled through the comments, taking salacious pride in the lewd observations, suggestions, and wants the viewers had posted. He never heard the padding of tiny feet until Molly spoke up.

	"I'm on the cooter!" she said happily.

	"Yes you are," Steve acknowledged. "Do you like being on the computer?"

	"Uh huh, I like cooters," she said as she climbed into his lap. "Tickles?"

	A minute later, Steve's shorts joined Molly's pajamas on the floor. The tot was sitting naked on Steve's lap with his prick nestled between her plump little buttocks. He fondled her tiny pussy until the hairless surface was smeared with her fluids. Twisting his finger, he wedged it into Molly's baby cunt and spread her hymen's opening further. His second joint slid through her maidenhead and not long afterward, Steve felt the touch of her cervix against his finger tip.

	Stunned for a moment, he looked down and saw the child's bald pussy lips wrapped around his knuckle. He had fully penetrated the three year-old's twatlet.

	"Look at what a good girl you are, Molly," he said. "You let my whole finger in."

	"Good girl," Molly proudly acknowledged. "More tickles?"

	Steve replayed the video while he began finger fucking his niece, her preschool pussy tight around his digit. Timing his inward strokes with Molly's forward motion on the swing, he had the little girl in his lap moaning and squirming like never before. Molly started bumping her hips, grinding her cunt on his finger with as much passion as any of Steve's adult lovers had ever shown. Her motions also massaged his dick with her baby smooth ass cheeks and Steve felt his balls churning while he reamed the three year-old's juicy snatch.

	Molly came with a loud, squeaky grunt. As her tunnel clenched around his finger in concert with her sounds, Steve came, spewing jism on the little girl's bare back and rump.

	Rather than being sated, he wanted more. Molly was happy to watch videos of other little girls on the "cooter" and was perfectly content to have her uncle's finger rubbing her slippery cunny tube some more. When she came again, Steve was nearing his own release but stopped rubbing her bottom on his prick.

	Instead, he picked Molly up and turned her around to face him. Holding her by the rump, he slid her up and down along the underside of his cock until he was ready to cum. He lifted her higher and sank the top of his glans into the tiny sopping pillow of her bald mons. It was far as he could go and that was fine with what he had planned. Her lips opened, the heat radiating against Steve's head just as he came and shot his load through the aperture of her maidenhead.

	"Ooooh!" Molly crooned as she felt the jets of sperm invading her baby sex for the first time.

	Finally spent, Steve relaxed in the chair, turning Molly around once again so she could lean against him as she drew his wad from her oozing twat a little finger's worth at a time. It took a long time for her to drain completely, giving Steve an idea for tomorrow in the late morning.

	The next day Mr. Business was waiting by the swings at noon, enjoying the return of nice weather as Steve and Molly approached. The girl was wearing a red shirt and white skirt that stopped just above her knees.

	"I saw my movie on the cooter!" Molly told the man. "Can I have another?"

	Steve and Mr. Business exchanged nods. While Steve placed Molly on a swing facing the man, Mr. Business took his phone out, ready for more gratuitous panty videos.

	On the third push, Steve had Molly's swing right at Mr. Business' eye level. The man's expression was priceless as he caught an eyeful between her spread legs - a naked three year-old pussy still oozing jism from its hairless slit.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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