Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Molly 2/Plane/Pool

The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. This time I had hit the jackpot. The place was obviously aimed at families as there seemed to be swarms of excited children milling around. The notice boards were plastered with adverts for kids clubs and local amenities.

I wandered around for a while getting my bearings, and enjoying the sights; it was noticeable that I was a bit off an odd one out, as the bulk of the guests were either young children or parents. After a while I settled in the poolside bar with a long, cold beer.

"Uncle Francis," squealed a voice and Molly came racing over; demanding to sit on my lap so that she could see behind the bar. Bob and Harry weren't far behind, and I went to buy them all drinks and was pleasantly surprised to find that they were free.

"I needed that," Bob said. "Are you sure Molly's not being a nuisance?" He smiled at me. "I see you got promoted to Honorary Uncle."

I shrugged. "She's fine." Considering that she had changed out of her dress into a short skirt and a top that was little more than a band round her chest, and I was holding her on my lap with my hand spread out over her soft bare belly, I was hardly going to complain.

She slurped some of her drink - a pink confection with fruit and an umbrella.

"Mummy is having a rest," Molly explained when I asked about her. "She isn't very well and usually has a sleep in the afternoon."

"I ought to go and check on her," Bob said. He finished his beer and stood up.

"Can I stay with Uncle Francis... Pleeease," Molly said. Bob looked at me and I shrugged, so he and Harry left me alone with his sexy little daughter. Well, not really alone, since there were plenty of other people about.

"Do you like little girls Uncle Francis," she asked, snuggling up a little more.

I smiled. "Oh yes; sure I do."

She wriggled her bottom which was right on top of my stiff cock and giggled. "I thought so," she said. This was a new situation for me; she was clearly aware of my reaction and probably knew what she was sitting on, but I had no idea how to take it further. "I need a wee," she announced.

I thought that she would go back to her room, but she led me over to the toilets by the pool. There was no separation for ladies and gents, just a row of WCs and I found an empty one, intending to wait outside for her. To my surprise, she insisted I came in to 'help' her.

Have a pleasant dinner with a between course surprise