I stared in wonder at the rest of my baby pictures. I saw myself as a toddler, in a toddler's dress, being spoon-fed by my father. My current father, ...hat is. That photo had probably been taken after Lucy had died, leaving Mark Evans to raise four girls on his own. I turned the pages. The rest of the album was filled with pictures of me as a two-year old girl. "This is so... surreal." I said out loud, trying to find the right word to describe how I felt.I moved on to another album. I saw. My hands sought out her fleshly legs through her shorts and as they made their way up the taught muscles of her extremities, I found the material of her thin panties clinging to her firm little butt.I grabbed hold of the fleshy part of her rear end and squeezed on the muscular butt with a pulling action causing her to squeal with delight at the sensation. My hands were kneading and stretching her butt cheeks, pulling her holes apart and together with each movement. This caused her to react in. I'm fi... fifteen," I said.His smile grew bigger, and his little hand pulled at the fabric of pajama pants."No!" I yelled, "Leave me alone!"Without a word he wrapped his arms around legs and pulled hard at my legs, straighting my legs out accross the bed, and forcing my pants to be pulled partway down my thighs. He held my legs down on the bed, I was shocked at the strength of these little people. He pushed himself up and sat straddling my thighs. I couldn't believe that I wasn't able to push. So I began to chat with her about various topics. Sometimes I took her baby in my lap and caressed her. Soon Brishti became very free with me and chatted with me with an open mind. I decided to bring out her mental and sexual dissatisfaction, so I started to chat that way very carefully. Our age difference vanished soon and she avoided calling me ‘uncle’. Brishti was very fair-complexioned and medium figured girl with 36C-28-40 body construction. She was about 5’-3” tall and her long hairs.