So, in the summer of that year, I got some new neighbors, Jason and Stacey McCallistair who also had a beautiful 10-year-old daughter named Michelle. I immediately hit it off with Jason and Stacey because they were both pretty laid back and sports-minded, but, I really liked Michelle. She was so athletic and so mature, yet so cute, it was ridiculous. But, the strange part about it was I think that she got a crush on me as soon as she saw me. (Of course, I played a lot of college basketball and I do what I can to maintain my washboard-hard stomach!) And, she was pretty serious about it, too. Aside from calling me "Uncle T.J." and "Jimmy", she always wanted me to give her a "horsey ride" on my knee when she came over, or to take her swimming when her parents were out of town. And, it seemed like she always wanted to hug me, whether it was to say "hello" or "goodbye". She was absolutely amazing.

But, time changes everything. And, time did a huge number on Michelle. Whenever I saw her, I always had a mental image of her as that little ten-year-old fledgling brat. But, one ordinary Saturday afternoon about three or four months ago, while I was outside doing some yardwork, that image was just shattered as I watched her washing her mother's car, in a rather sensuous way.

I hadn't noticed it, and I'm sure all the guys at her school noticed it, but she had developed up into a veritable supermodel of a young woman. Everything about her, her long brown hair, her dimples, her powerful yet elegant legs and her soft skin were just absolutely amazing. But, what caught my eyes was her medium-sized breasts and her firm apple-shaped ass, both of which she always flaunted as she was doing today. She always wore skimpy clothes, but, today she was wearing nothing but a bikini. Yeah, a bikini two sizes too small! There wasn't a man alive who wouldn't want to fuck her.

As soon as I saw her, I wanted to pass out. I had never been so turned on in my life! Almost immediately, my cock and all it's ten-inch glory sprang upward and hardened firmer than any kind of rock. I was just spellbound and I stared at her. And, what was she doing? She noticed me, so she just kept on wiggling and rubbing up against the car, smiling all the way. That made me so hot I wanted to pass out. So, to relieve myself, I ran inside and took a cold shower for what seemed life a month.

Later that day, while I was almost dozing off, the doorbell rang. Guess who it was?

"Hi, Jimmy!" she said, with that ever-so innocent voice of hers. (She likes to call me Jimmy, which is my middle name.)

"Hi, Michelle. Come on in." I weakly responded. I really didn't expect her to come over after that little show she treated me to earlier. So, I wondered, was this an apology or an encore? It was probably an apology since she had changed out of her bikini and into a knee-long skirt and an extra-large T-shirt I gave her.

She sat her little fanny down on the couch and said, "I hoped you liked that show I gave you earlier. I sure liked giving it too you. It was fun." I gulped, not knowing what to say, so I tried to play it dumb as I sat down beside her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." But, that didn't work as she draped her leg across my crotch. Fortunately, she didn't call my bluff and played it off.

"You're so gentlemanly. I guess that's why...."

"Why what?"

"...why I love you. I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you." Her facial expression soon changed from passionate to sad as tears started to stream out of her eyes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing or seeing. So, I acted on instinct. I took her into my arms and hugged her like there was no tomorrow. Then, after a long and comfortable silence, I whispered into her ear: "I know I shouldn't be saying this, but, I love you too." As soon as I said that, she showered me with kisses and hugs until she realized that she had to get back home. So, I walked her out. Before she left, I gave her one more bear hug and a spare key to my house just in case she wanted to let herself in. She thanked me by saying, "You're so nice. I love you so much, I wish I could stay with you forever."

That last statement really struck a nerve with me because I, for one, know that Michelle's home life is really, really fucked up. Her mother and her father have been getting into arguments more and more, and, they were getting louder and louder. After I gave her my spare key, I lost count of how many times Michelle came over in the middle of the night while her parents screamed their lungs out. She even slept with me a couple of years when she said that she was scared or didn't want to be alone. But, I didn't want her to do that anymore after I woke up one morning with her virtually humping me.

Anyway, it calmed down next door for a while. But, while there were no arguments, Michelle was always coming over miserable because her parents weren't talking at all. She said that this upcoming weekend, her parents were going to a marriage retreat as a last effort to get back together. So, they were wondering if Michelle could stay with me for the weekend while they were gone. I told her that I'd be happy to.

That morning, I woke up early to watch the feuding parents head off to the mountain retreat. As soon as their loaded minivan was out of sight, a bikini-clad Michelle came out of her house with a huge smile on her face. "Well," she cooed. "What are we doing today?".......(cont)