All About Eve

Written by Uncle Pan

My name is Ross Sterling, and I'm thirty-two years old and single. I am spared the necessity of having to go off to work on a daily basis as I receive a more than adequate income from the estate of my late parents, both of whom died in a collision with a drunken driver several years back. I also receive a montly stipend from the company that owned the vehicle which hit theirs. I am a news junkie and read several online newspapers as I drink my morning coffee, and then I spend the rest of my day writing. I write technical manuals for a local software company for income and I write fantasies for an erotic website for fun, we wouldn't want to mention any names here, but I'll bet you've surfed it once or twice. I'm neither married nor otherwise attached, I was briefly attached several years back, but it didn't last. However these days I am not totally without feminine companionship. And it is of this that I write.

Currently my favorite female human person is named Eve and as I write this she is sitting across the room from me. She is nine years old. To me nine is a golden age in a female child's development. She has traded the toddling curves of those early, groping years for the lankier build of a budding adolescent whose statue is ever reaching towards the goal of the full growth of adulthood. Not yet of full statue, skinny, lanky, wiry, all of these adjectives can be used to describe the physical characteristics of the nine year old, or at least to describe this nine year old. My little Eve answers to the full name of Eva Marie Longely, she lives next door to me, and she is the daughter of Jim and Julie Longeley, the youngest girl in a family of three girls and three boys. And since she was four she has been using my house as a place of refuge from a noisy and demanding group of siblings. Eve is slim and trim, sure of foot and moves with a grace only a nine-year-old who is secure in her place in the scheme of things can muster.

Eve has brown hair, parted at mid-scalp, the forward part hiding her forehead, the back half gathered rearward into a ponytail. Her brown eyes are compelling as they give me the time honored look of a young girl flashing her private parts to a man. What do I mean when I say the look of a girl flashing a man? Exactly what the words spell out, for as I write this my lovely neighbor, little missie Eve of the Longeley clan, is indeed invoking in my direction a flash that is positively mesmerizing. Wearing only a sweater with dark and light brown parallel stripes horizontally adorning it, plus two white socks and not another stitch, she is facing me while propping herself up, feet well separated, arms extended behind her back, all of her digits effectively raising her hindquarters to a point several inches above the floor. And what presents itself for my unabashed adoration is a veritable symphony of curved flesh and usually unseen female body cavities. Slim calves frame the vision, joined at the knee by her fleshier thighs and rounded at the base of her trunk by the half moons of her twin curvaceous butt cheeks. Her thighs are far enough apart to clearly reveal the second pair of fleshy lips which decorate the base of her trunk, lips not quite as red as her facial ones but which are every bit as captivating as onrushing blood shades them a celestial pink. The pronounced split between those lips compels the eyes downward to their slight parting at her vaginal entrance and below can be seen the somewhat rounder curve which marks her anal opening.

The vision she is affording me is sending double jolts of intense energy directly to my engorged weapon as my brain contemplates the two refuges she is so baldly displaying. And perhaps most intense of all is the expression on her face which is partially hidden by her right knee, a face simultaneously bathed both in a glow of innocence and in wiles of eternal femininity. Her eyes are widely open as she contemplates the effect her bared limbs and exposed portals are having on my own as yet still covered flesh. Her facial lips are slightly parted and seem moist after her tongue darts out to take a quick lick, allowing my addled brain to covet yet another cavity for my shameless tool to seek refuge in. And from the looks of the twinkle in her eyes I can only assume she is enjoying the effect her uninhibited display is provoking in me.

By this time I'm sure you must be wondering just what in hell is going on here. Well, what we have is a relationship which began five years ago when little Eve was four. It began through the necessity of an extremely high strung child who needed a place of refuge from the over stimulation of her eternally competing siblings. Eve has three brothers and two sisters. Carl the oldest, is now fifteen but when Eve was four he was ten. Next down is Henry, then eight, then her two sisters, Carrie then six, and Bessie five, and finally her youngest brother, Mikey then two. ......(cont)

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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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