I was uncle’s little princess….in the attic I dance for him….it’s Thanksgiving….from downstairs I hear their laughter….the family….mommy, daddy, auntie, my grandparents…..a splinter of winter light gleams through the high small window….the only window….I pause when I nearly trip….uncle watches me….his pants is open….it sticks out and up….he sees me staring moves his hand….smiles as he shows it to me….it’s stiff and thick with a purple top….the top shines with wetness….again I dance ….spin around and around…..the hem of my blue dress bellows…..shows my little girl p******…..powder-blue nylon with lacy white trim…..his hand squeezes….moves up and down…..up and down…..he calls me…..motions with his free hand….I stop ….go to stand before him….he takes my small hands…..squeezes them around it…..it’s wet and sticky….hot….hard and soft at the same time….I pull and push….up down….up down…..he stops me….whispers….I nod…..gather up my dress….hold it high….he slides down my little p******…..he stares…..licks his lips….touches it with his finger….finds the spot….the little nub….slowly he teases it….up and down….round and round….hmmmm….it feels good…..I love it…..I love him…..faster…..and faster….on my tiptoes…..I feel it in my tummy….that special tickle…..oh.oh!….I explode……his hand….on my behind….moves me closer….the wet knob….kisses it….he moves it….up down….up down,,,,,I watch…..fascinated….it’s so big….mine so little…..just six……he groans…..I feel….the wetness…..spewing…..spewing…..again…..again…..and again……it’s sticky….gooy…..like a raw oyster……it drips….slime down…..into my p******…..he cleans …..it…..kisses…..it…..then licks…..it….I giggle…..downstairs…..sitting at the table…..I feel…..the gooy….in my p******…..I look…at him…..he smiles….Brandy….my sister….sits in…..his lap….awake now….just four….he winks…at me…..I smile…..giggle…..he stands…..Brandy….in his arms…..He speaks…..mommy nods…..they leave…..where?….why, to the attic…..he’ll lick it….kiss it….make goo….in her little 3-year-old p******.