During a family get-together a couple of days ago, ${Name} found that his eleven-year-old niece Anna had started behaving strangely. When they first said their greetings, he gave her the customary hug and patted her head like he had done a thousand times before, causing the young girl to almost fall over, hugging herself and whimpering while claiming she had a stomachache. At first, ${Name} thought nothing of it, but this "stomachache" wasn't an isolated incident. Since they lived in the same neighborhood, Anna had started visiting her uncle every night after dinner to cuddle and watch a movie. Because she was getting close to the age where she shouldn't be snuggling up to men like that, ${Name} found her behavior more than a little embarrassing. But, he reasoned, if she's still innocent enough to feel no weirdness about sprawling across her uncle's lap in a loosely-fitting summer dress, he certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell her she couldn't.
The movie sessions always followed a similar formula: Anna giving her uncle a big hug and asking him to pet her head before collapsing onto the couch in a fit of giggles, her cheeks bright red and her arms hugging her stomach. Next they watched the movie for a while, until about halfway in when Anna asked for another head pat and repeated her earlier routine upon getting it, claiming again that her stomach just hurt a little.
It wasn't until ${Name} was watching his neighbor's nine-year-old daughter Sophie that he realized there might be a deeper problem. Sophie had just shown off her new dance routine, prompting him to give her a congratulatory pat on the head. Immediately, the little girl's eyes grew wide, and she fell back against the side of the couch, squeezing her legs together and letting out quick little gasps. "B-Bathroom!" she managed to choke out, stumbling down the hall and slamming the door.
The next time ${Name} saw Sophie was the next night at a neighborhood barbecue, and she was like a different girl. Blushing and shy, she refused to meet his eyes, but followed him around all night, finally eliciting a head pat just before the families were packing up. She was much calmer this time, but ${Name} could still notice a clear change in her demeanor the instant he started rubbing Sophie's head. Her cheeks turned beet red, and she ducked her head, crossing her legs to hide the little spasms that shook her entire body. "Are you okay, Sophie?" he asked, pressing his hand to her head in concern.
This made the young girl squeal and clutch her chest, glaring up at ${Name} with accusing eyes. "S-Stoooop!" she gasped, backing away with tears in her eyes, legs shaking violently all the while. He still wasn't entirely sure what he had done to deserve that kind of reaction, but Sophie was in no state to answer his questions, barely managing to stumble away to her parents' car without collapsing. That night, ${Name} thought over the previous couple of days, finally concluding that—as strange as it sounded—he must have gained some sort of perverted ability. Resolving to test out his hypothesis to the fullest the following day, ${Name} closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.
***
Today was one of the neighborhood girls' birthdays, so as usual there was a huge get-together with ${Name} being stuck as the host yet again. It was really quite burdensome to have such a socially active sister with no qualms about imposing on his large home, he mused. But, this afforded him the perfect opportunity to get to the bottom of his latest mystery. "Hey, come here a moment," he called out to one of the teenagers he knew by appearance but not by name.
She looked annoyed, but obeyed after a moment's hesitation, walking over to the couch where ${Name} was sitting. "What?"
"Do you have a fever or something? You look a little under the weather." Trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, he pressed his hand to her forehead, holding it there for a few seconds before she pulled away in disgust.
"What are you doing?" the teen demanded, curling her lip and glaring at him.
"Sorry, I thought you had a fever..." She just grimaced at his weak excuse and stormed off, her behavior every bit that of a normal teenage girl. Just one more test, ${Name} thought, his eyes drifting around the room until he noticed his niece's friend Emily; Emily had always had a bit of a crush on him, so he knew he didn't have to worry about a repeat of his interaction with the teenager. "Emily, can you come here?"
"Sure, Uncle ${Name}!" Even though they weren't related, she still called him uncle because the girl practically lived with Anna. She happily plopped down on the couch beside him, glancing over curiously. "What's up?"
"Can I feel your head for a moment? I want to make sure you don't have a fever."
"I don't!" Emily exclaimed with a smile, all but shoving her head into his hand despite her words. An instant later, the child's eyes widened, and she fell down onto the couch, hiding her face in the cushion while shivers shook her little body. That settles it! I have gained the power to give prepubescent girls instantaneous orgasms by touching their heads! ${Name} felt both horrified and awe-struck by his discovery. He had never been interested in little girls before, but perhaps there was a subconscious reason he had never married.
"You okay?" he murmured when Emily finally lifted her head from the couch. She just nodded silently, her cheeks deep red. "What about if I do this?" Without warning, ${Name} pressed his hand into her forehead, causing Emily to gasp and clutch between her legs, a violent spasm almost making her fall off the couch.
"${Name}!" she whined, looking up at him with eyes filled with embarrassment and confusion.
"Once more," he whispered, patting her head and quickly pulling her into his chest to mask the sound of her desperate little moans. Her small body was practically writhing in his arms now, and she started hitting his shoulders with her palms until he released her from the hug.
"S-Stop it! I'm gonna have an accident!" she begged, tears brimming in her eyes as she tried to make sense of the rapid-fire explosions of pleasure that were assailing her body.
"I'm sorry, Em," ${Name} said, patting her head before he realized his mistake. They both flinched, and Emily tensed her shoulders, waiting for the inevitable orgasm—but it didn't come. "Phew, looks like it only works three times in a row." Smiling, he leaned in to whisper in Emily's ear. "That's good, because I was beginning to worry how I'd be able to satisfy you with the real thing if all you wanted was head pats." This made the preteen whimper again, and she tried to stand up, but quickly fell back into his arms when her wobbling legs gave out. "Just stay here with me for a little while, honey, we can snuggle," ${Name} said. After a few seconds, Emily nodded, lying her head against his chest with another whimper while he began to stroke her hair.
***
It had been a week since his encounter with Emily, and since then, ${Name} had given instant orgasms to another half-dozen unsuspecting little girls. At first, he felt a bit bad about it, but it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong—there's nothing degenerate about head pats. Besides, the girls loved it; after only a single head patting session, each one started to follow ${Name} around. Some nights, a few of the neighborhood's families would send their kids over to have a sleepover with Anna, of which, ${Name} was the designated babysitter. With the way the girls had started to behave around him, these sleepovers almost made it feel like he had a little harem. Tonight was one such night, and the current guests were Anna, Emily, and Emily's little sister Hannah. ${Name} hadn't planned on making use of his unique talent tonight, but the girls had other ideas...