"Sure is, pumpkin!" the little nine-year-old's uncle replied, squeezing her hand. Frank was Janey's mother's brother and had been the male figure in the little girl's early life since she was a baby - Lois, his sister, didn't know which of the high school guys who had been screwing her was the baby's father so there was no man except Frank. But he had been overseas for the past several years, living in Thailand. He had returned home last week to see in reality how his baby niece had turned into a young miss, vivaceous and very pretty. His sister had returned to work after Janey had been born and Janey spent quite a lot of time home alone. But he had written to her regularly and he found that, in spite of the several years seperation, they got on famously, especially when she got her computer and they began corresponding via e-mail.

That morning, he had suggested a train trip up to the park and a picnic when they were having breakfast as it was such a beautiful day. His sister, Lois, finally agreed Janey could go, even though it was a school day, because she was so excited at seeing Frank again. While Lois prepared for work, the two of them got their things together for their picnic and were heading for the train before eight thirty.

Frank glanced down at the pretty little girl. Memories of all the little girls he had had in Thailand flickered through his thoughts. She was prettier than any of them, he thought, images of girls from around five years of age to around twelve lying naked on his bed, legs open, his large penis forcing up between them into their tight little cunnies. Little girls sucking him and jerking him off, splattering their bodies and faces with his cum - making them do everything he could fantasize. He felt his penis stir at the memories. Fuck! How he desired little girls...how they turned him on with their bare little slits and their slender young bodies with maybe just a hint of boobs. And he loved the way they stared in a mixture of fear and wonder when they looked at his cock, or realised the things he wanted to do with it. He felt himself starting to stiffen and he put his other hand in his pocket to adjust himself.

Janey must have felt his movement. "What's up, Uncle Frank?" she asked, her blue eyes gazing up at him as they walked.

"Nothin', honey," he told her, smiling down at her. She really was gorgeous with her long, blonde hair, clear skin, big blue eyes, perky little nose and full, kissable mouth. He wondered whether she would be cooperative today or not. He had had plans for his niece after his experiences in Thailand and the dreams he had had of her while he fondled and fucked the little dark skinned girls. He had no idea of whether he would succeed with her, but he had carefully developed their relationship over the last few years through his letters. He had also started sending some rather risque photos of himself (dressed in just a thong on a Thai beach with a little girl who was naked) through email and Janey had told him they were 'rude' but then commented on his tan and muscles and 'why did the little girl have nothing on...did they swim that way over there?'. He had written back saying it was okay for girls in Thailand up to puberty being naked around men (not true, but Janey wouldn't know) and sent a couple more photos of him with several different girls up to the age of around twelve, all naked with him. Janey was fascinated, especially the couple he had sent of the girls in his apartment nude, sitting on his bed or in the bathroom or kitchen. He wasn't game enough to send her photos of himself nude with them, although a couple of them showed him lying obviously naked on his bed but with his cock hidden behind the girl sitting with him, one of many taken by his friend who shared his love of little girls and often joined in sessions with Harry. One photo, however, taken at the beach, had shown him clearly erect beneath his bathers with his hand on a young girl's belly, his fingers just touching her pubic mound, millemetres from her bare slit. It showed the little girl's sex very clearly between her spread legs and she was as swollen and excited as he was. He had thought long and hard before sending it to Janet because it was so explicit, but Janey had said nothing about that particular photo when she had replied, just that she had liked the photos he'd sent. That was just prior to his return to the States and he had taken it as a positive sign that he might do okay with her if he played his cards right. So far, so good.

"....is there, Uncle Frank?"....(cont)