"What's wrong? Tell me!" she began to sob. "Please don't tell mom I was here! Please!"
Feeling even more guilty, I finally reassured her that I wouldn't tell anyone, and that her impromptu visit would be our little secret. But it was then I was taken aback as she suddenly dropped to her knees dejectedly, and reached out to place her hands on my knees.
"Please Uncle Mike! Please help me! I'll do whatever you want. I swear! Anything at all!"
Staring down at her face, and those beautiful pouty lips, I could feel her long fingernails raking over my pants, almost urging them down, insinuated something very, very dirty indeed. Gulping hard, I decided to tempt fate and asked her just how determined she was about fixing her car, and she responded by reaching up and gently rubbing my crotch through my pants.
"Please." she besieged, her eyes filled with desperation. "I'll do anything. I'll make you feel good if you let me?"
"Miranda..." I started to say, before she interrupted me.
"Don't you think I'm pretty, uncle Mike?"
"Pretty?" I snapped back. "I think you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."
Just then, I felt her hand work my zipper and slip inside my work pants and caress my erection. Although I knew it was wrong, I just couldn't find the willpower to make her stop and instead I simply sat there watching in ...