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Mirabel was 5 years old and just had her failed gift ceremony. She had been so distraught that her mother had given her a specific herbal tea to help her through the night, allowing her to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Augustine carried his daughter into the nursery and lays her in bed. He tucked her in with a somber reverence, sighing as he left the room, casita closing the door behind him.
The herbal blend used in the tea gave a deep, unbothered sleep that is nearly impossible to come out of until it’s been a good while.
Bruno had done the reading that revealed Mirabel’s future and shattered it, terrified of the potential ramifications. He paced back and forth wondering what to do. It didn’t take more than a moment for him to realize that he had to protect his sobrina. She deserves to be seen for who she is, not what she could or couldn’t do in the future.
His mind was made up. Bruno would have to leave. Otherwise Alma would be coming back again and again asking for the same fortune and that would eventually put Mirabel in danger no matter how much he would try to keep the information hidden.
And he could never do that to his beloved Mira.
He had always felt a deep, near spiritual connection to her ever since she was born. Her soft, curly hair and green glasses had him enamored already. The way she looked in that lovely white dress for the ceremony, she looked like a little bride.
Bruno had another reason to leave in that line of thought, illustrated by his suddenly-hard cock straining against his pants. He grimaced. This was too much… he needed distance.
But before that… he wanted to see his sobrina one last time.
He knew that she had been given something to help her sleep, so he thought that he could pop in, say an unnoticed goodbye, then leave undetected under the cover of darkness.
That was the idea in his mind as he snuck down the dark hallway and slipped into the nursery.
Mirabel was alone, wearing a soft white night dress, tucked into bed. She was laying on her side, curled up on herself. Bruno could see her chest rising and falling.
“Mirabel…?” He called softly as he crept slowly into the room. There was no response. She was out cold.
He grabbed on to the end of the bed, hesitating. He had just come to say goodbye, right? The question echoed in his mind as he looked at the young girl before him. He barely noticed himself sitting on the mattress and leaning towards her. His fingers were rushing against her cheek and he was feeling distraught.
But she was here.
If he was going to leave forever, and no one would ever know, why should he not act on his urges? Just this once…
The blanket was pulled down shakily.
Her night dress was gathered up around her stomach. She was wearing little white cotton panties and socks with frills around the top. Her knees were pulled up and her elbows were bent, her mouth slightly open as she breathed evenly.
“Mirabel?” Bruno asked, slightly louder than before, touching her shoulder. There was no response.
The young girl’s tío hoped that would sleep through anything.
His hands gently took hold of her shoulders and moved her so she was laying on her back. The expression on her face was relaxed.
The shaking hands moved to lift her dress, gathering it under her arms to expose her. She had small, sweet breasts, and a soft stomach.
Bruno was sweating. His hands placed themselves on either side of the young girl’s chest and felt her, thumbs rubbing circles around the small nipples.
She felt so small in his grip.
He whimpered as a shudder went down his spine. The feeling of her young tender flesh in his hands was nearly overwhelming. His hands slid the shirt way down her belly to her panties, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pulling them down. Maribel’s hairless, smooth sex was revealed to him. The panties were slid off her legs and set carefully to the side, folded on the bedside table.
Her legs spread easily, the slit between them small but welcoming.
A finger was brought to his lips, licked, then lowered to her entrance. Slicking it up and down before giving a gentle push into her. She made a face of mild discomfort and he froze, fingertip enveloped in warmth, until she was once more relaxed.
He pushed forward, willing his finger deeper inside his five year old sobrina before removing it slowly and reinserting. His pace increased slowly over time until he was pumping into her regularly as she became wetter and wetter, her body reacting to the stimulation despite her being unconscious.
The uncomfortable expression regularly returned, and sometimes little whimpers would slip from her plump lips. Mirabel’s lips…
Bruno was transfixed on them suddenly, licking his own and leaning forward as he continued to finger her. He placed a sloppy, wet kiss on top of those lips as they were too small for him to truly connect with.
He kissed her again, licking her slightly parted lips and dipping his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like the tea that was keeping her under. The thought of her drugged state caused her tío’s cock to throb and he pulled back. His finger left her empty and he knelt beside her face.
Mirabel’s curls had to be pushed back out of her face with one hand as the other undid Bruno’s pants to let his cock free. He stroked it for a moment, beading precum threatening to drip onto her perfect face. There was an idea in his mind he wanted to try so he took hold of her small hand, held it at the wrist, and pressed it to his cock. He rubbed himself up and down with her limp hand, pressing her palm against the growing amount of precum and smearing it around his cockhead.
“You like the way my cock feels, sobrina?” He muttered breathlessly.
His cock felt enormous against her tiny hand. Her hand was so unbelievably soft, it felt like heaven. But the heaven he was seeking was even more taboo than that. Her beautiful lips stared up at him, glistening wet from his inexperienced kisses. He longed to put his cock inside her somehow, and this was what he had chosen.
A dribble of pre dripped from his cock as he angled it downwards to press against her lips.
“Yes, Mira, kiss my cock…” Bruno whispered.
He used his com to slap her face gently, becoming more and more unrestrained and on edge the longer he was waiting. Nothing would wake the little girl up until the morning.
He took hold of her cheeks and squeezed to pop her mouth other wide, sliding his cockhead inside. Her brow furrowed and she struggled slightly to breathe through her nose, but eventually calmed down. Not just calmed, she actually began sucking gently as if sucking her thumb. Her tío’s cockhead was in her mouth and she was sucking on it mindlessly in her sleep.
Bruno’s eyes rolled back in head and he bit his lip to stifled an intense groan at the sensation.
Her mouth was so small, her lips so soft, and her tongue, oh, it was almost too much to handle. Slowly he straddled her shoulders, only popping his cock from her mouth for a moment before settling into place and pushing it in once more. He put both hands on the headboard and inched his hips slowly forward, pushing a small amount forward at a time before pulling back.
All throughout his movement Mirabel was sucking diligently, maybe some dream of lollipops and candy was in her mind.
Bruno imagined his sobrina licking a long lollipop while looking him in the eye and smiling innocently, he glasses shimmering. Then he looked down and saw her slack-jawed face as he used her mouth and the difference from his imagination sent him into overdrive. Gripping the headboard intensely and biting his lip so hard it could have drawn blood, he cam in Mirabel’s mouth, cockhead pressed against the entrance to her throat.
He came away from his position quickly, panicking, to massage her throat gently to encourage her to swallow. There were at least three big gulps worth of spent semen in her mouth and a trail had been pulled from her lips, across her chest, to where Bruno’s cock stood, still erect and pulsing.he wiped her cock on her dress and pushed the stray bead of cum up her chin and onto her tongue with a thumb.
Bruno sat back, resuming his self-stroking, panting. He considered what to do next. He wanted her as a woman so badly, but he was unsure she would be able to take him. He considered his options.
She turned back onto her side, now facing him. He looked at her belly that now had a generous portion of his cum stored within. Maybe he could add another.
He scooted down the bed and lay down with his face even with her crotch, leaning forward and lifting her leg up for access. She was unbelievably sweet when his tongue pressed against her sacred folds. He wanted her so badly…but he could wait. Her virginity would belong to him, but in the future, when he could put his own child into her.
No, he would go for something else.
He drew his tongue up over her cunt a few times before moving to lick her small asshole. He tongued against it sloppily, lapping at her most private place, before pushing his tongue into the reluctant opening.
He came away and replaced his tongue with a finger then two, working out the muscles down there to make her more malleable for him. She grumbled, brow furrowed, almost looking like she might cry. Bruno felt ashamed suddenly, but instead of stopping he flipped her face down and pulled her butt up into the air. His throbbing purple cock wouldn’t allow him to stop now.
Her tío spit onto his hand and rubbed a generous amount all over his cock, spitting on her asshole directly for more lubricant. His cockhead was pressed against her. His hand were around her waist, fingers almost touching in the center.
He pushed his soft cockhead against her, fighting against the slick denial of the tight entrance, until he felt the pressure give and the head push inside.
“Ah!” The first genuine noise from the drugged Mirabel. Her hands were grasping around her pillows and she was trying to turn her head, but her body was still heavy and wasn’t listening to her urge to wake up. It was like she was trapped in a nightmare.
He spit on her once more, letting it flow down the crack of her ass and around his cock, using it for another inch of entry. This process repeated until he was about half way in and could feel his hardness inside her through her belly where he had his fingers pressed. He pulled out slowly, reveling in the tightness, in her body’s unwillingness to let him vacate it.
Bruno wouldn’t last long inside his sobrina’s tight, previously virgin asshole. He didn’t dare try to even fit all of himself inside. At least not consciously. He found himself losing more and more control the closer he got to cumming, pumping into her with more abandon every moment. Mirabel twisted uncomfortably beneath her tío, trying to escape this situation she couldn’t comprehend, that she wouldn’t even remember come the morning. In that moment though, she was feeling echoes of the sensation of her tío raping her butt.
She felt him sleeping up.
She wanted to sob when she felt his balls smack against her tiny virgin cunt, when he bottomed himself out in her five year old asshole.
Mirabel’s body was shaking all over, from the exertion of the position she was in, to the overworking of her body from the cock buried in her abused hole.
Bruno pushed himself in with a jerk, half pulled out, then forced himself kin as deep as possible, cock head twitching, shaft pulsing, as he let huge squirts of cum paint her insides, filling her belly from both ends. He held her hips tight, grinding her into him to milk out every last drop he had in his pathetic balls. He stayed there for thirty seconds, a minute, a few minutes, just letting himself slowly go soft and making sure his seed was buried so deep in her no one would ever see it.
With that, Bruno redressed his sobrina, helped her back into her sleeping position, made sure she had no obvious evidence on her, and slunk away into the night. He was leaving to protect her, and he would never be back. At least that was how he reasoned with his guilty conscience.
Mirabel would have a runny bathroom trip the next morning and it would be assumed that her body simply didn’t agree with the tea. It had given her quite the stomach ache and sore body, after all.