The following story is a fictional account of an encounter between a middle-aged man and his twelve year old niece and how their relationship blossomed into a love that transcended all others he had ever known.

Along the way he was to meet and share intimate relations with other young girls.

This story is fiction and should be read in the spirit in which it has been written, as pure fantasy.

The author strongly objects to any relationships of this kind being entered into, as the concept of the sexual abuse of children is totally abhorrent.

The children in this story enter freely and with pleasure into the sexual relationship and this is not the case in real life. Nor should it be. The abuse of children is justifiably reviled in all decent societies.

If you enjoy this story then do so in private and never attempt to inflict this sort of behaviour on any child. Let them grow up innocent of any sexual awareness until they are old enough to make their own choices.

Chapter 1 - Mark

Fifty is not such a bad age. I had been concerned as I approached this point of my life that everything was over, but as I was to discover things were going to get better than they had ever been.

I had been married for over twenty years to Lisa and I was more than a little surprised when she suddenly announced that she had been having an affair with her boss for the last five years.

This is not the sort of announcement that you take too easily but we had no children and I must admit that life had been beginning to show signs of impending boredom and the thought of spending the next twenty to thirty years in the company of someone who no longer excited me sexually was not the most entertaining of ideas.

I took some time coming to terms with the situation but after due reflection, we both decided that it would be better all round if we called it a day and separated. Lisa had inherited some money when her father died two years ago and said that she had no intention of living off me for the rest of her life.

That was good news for me and I decided that I would be stupid to try and hold on to a relationship that was clearly going nowhere. Lisa and I split last December and by the beginning of January she had moved out and set up home with Clive.

It was about this time that my secretary of twelve years also decided to leave, but in her case, it was that her husband was moving up north to a new job and not surprisingly, she wanted to go with him. By early February I had found a new secretary, Louise, of whom more later and I had got used to living on my own again. It is easy for a man to let himself go under these circumstances having had a wife to think and act for him but I knew that if I was going to make it through then I must assume responsibility for myself and not let things, like the house and my appearance, slip.

I worked pretty hard during this time and in the evenings kept the house and garden tidy, watched television if there was anything interesting on and indulged my love of music by increasing my collection of classical and jazz CD's.

But to return to the subject of Louise. When she came to work for me she was just eighteen years old and a fairly short, about 5' 2" blue-eyed blonde with stunning legs and a very petite figure. She had left school shortly after her GCSE's and had been doing secretarial work for about eighteen months when she started work with me.

She was a very intelligent girl and I had been surprised that she decided to go to work at 16 without going on to A levels and university, but she had been adamant that all she wanted was to get away from the academic part of her life and start earning some money. It became obvious after she had been working for me for a while that she loved clothes and had obviously wanted to work to satisfy her passion for fashion, excuse the pun.

The fact that she was an ardent fashion freak could have gone against her in the world of business, but she made sure that the clothes she wore to the office were within the realms of 'suitable' attire. That is not to say that she was a frump, far from it. Her skirts were invariably mid thigh length and the crisp white blouses she tended to prefer did little to conceal the outline of her trim teenage bust.

Louise and I became good friends as well as colleagues over the next eighteen months and by the time the anniversary of her joining the firm came round we had started going out for the occasional drink after work. This led in the course of a few weeks to Louise coming back to my place rather than returning home and eventually to her sharing my bed. It was a new experience for me to make love to a teenager, something that I had not done for thirty years and one that I was to discover was a delight and also something of an addiction.

Louise's firm breasts and smooth-skinned supple young body was a delight and I soon came to appreciate what it is about young girls that makes so many older men lose their heads.

A few weeks after I had started my intimacy with Louise, I was driving home from work one day and as was usual, I had to pass the local girl's school which my two young nieces attended. I had not previously paid much attention to the girls although they were usually leaving and heading home at about the time I drove by.

But since Louise I had begun to feel a desire to watch these young girls, not in any lascivious way, but just for the joy of studying the way they walked and joked with each other. They ranged in age from seven to sixteen and seemed to hang around in small groups rather than walking alone, presumably they felt more secure that way.