From Macvsog@cris.comTue Aug 27 23:23:36 1996
Date: Sun, 18 Aug 1996 09:01:58 -0400
From: "Col.Brewster" <Macvsog@cris.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.incest
Subject: My Niece Rita (mf,cons,youn)

I did not write this story!
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                        MY NIECE RITA part 1
              Chapter one- Early remembrances of Sara

   I never considered myself to be a pervert in any way. In fact I
had taken pride in how much I really did find women my own age
attractive. I tended to like them on the petite side, however. A
friend of mine once commented that most of my girlfriends looked
like little girls. I used to just laugh it off. I liked 'em that
way and that was all that mattered.

   So why would I start off by putting into question my sexual
proclivity now? It is due to an experience that began this past
summer when my 10 year old niece, Rita, came to stay with me.

   She is my older sister's daughter. Rita is an incredibly cute
blonde haired girl. She's not too thin but she does have the
awkward look of a pre-adolescent. Her face still has a very
innocent little girl look about it. Even though she was only 4' 8"
and 62 lbs, I could tell she was going to be tall when she grew up.
Those little-girl mini-skirts she wore were already very high on
her thighs.

   My sister, Monica and her husband had separated some four years
earlier and he never had anything to do with Rita after that. I
more or less became the father figure in her life at that point. I
spent as much time with her as I could. Being single, this wasn't
a tremendous burden on me. In fact there were many aspects about
being a surrogate father that appealed to me. I was the one that
talked to her when she needed a "father" to talk to. The one that
bought her her first girl's bicycle. In fact, since I didn't have
any kids of my own, I treated her like the daughter I didn't have.
She was much more than my niece to me. My sister knew it too, and
was glad I was there.

   When she finally remarried, Monica asked if Rita could stay with
me for the summer. They were planning on a European honeymoon and
would be gone for most of the summer. At first I balked. I had many
plans over this particular summer. Firstly, I had entered into a
very serious relationship with a girl that was just drop dead
gorgeous. I had plans for the two of us that I didn't think would
be appropriate for a 10 year old girl to be aware of. Shows you how
stupid I had become.

   I'm 27 now. When I think back on it, I can vividly remember what
I was like in my 10th year. I was a walking bundle of hormones
waiting to burst forth. I had no idea what was happening to my body
or why my thoughts always seemed to wind up on sex. All I knew was
that I was preoccupied with sex starting at about 10. I had a
constant erection. Unfortunately there was no one responsible I
could talk to about it. My parents were very prim and proper in
that regard. Sex was just not talked about in our household.

   Of course I talked about it with my friends. None of us knew
much about erections or why they happened. All we knew was that it
happened and it seemed to happen all the time. We'd be out playing
and suddenly I'd notice that I had a "boner". In those cases, it
proved to be an unwelcome occurrence. It was tough to play baseball
with a hard-on.

   Then one day, during my tenth year, when I was over at a
friend's house, something happened that opened up a whole new world
of activities for me and my friends. On this day we had just
finished a tough baseball game at the park, and Eric and I were
both very tired. We had come back to his house because my parents
wouldn't be home until later that evening and didn't want me to be
home alone. My friend had a sister, Sara, who was just one year
younger than Eric and I at nine years old. Eric had turned on the
TV and then had fallen asleep. I was tired too, but couldn't fall
asleep, especially with Eric's sister Sara sitting on the couch
across from me. She was a very precocious kid who had bundles of
energy, and loved to be around me when I was over at Eric's. I
guess, thinking back, she had a crush on me, but I was too
embarrassed at that age to acknowledge, or act on it before.

   The show we had been watching on TV was ending and the news was
coming on. Looking up I saw that Sara was non-chalantly flexing her
skinny legs back and forth there on the couch, sitting in her too
short little skirt. Once in a while she would look up at me and
smile widely, apparently unaware of the show I could see up her
dress. Sara was an extremely cute kid with a freckled face and
blond pigtails. I had never admitted it to Eric, but she was the
reason I came over to his house so often. I had a sister too, but
Monica was so much older than me that we weren't that close. Being
naturally curious about girls, I was always eager to "discover" as
much as I could about them, and Sara had a lot to show me.

   On one of Sara's leg-flex movements, sitting there on the couch,
I was able to see that she had on plain white cotton panties. The
first thing that happened after seeing that was that I almost
instantly sprouted a hard-on. This wasn't too bad at first since
the room was not too bright and my pants were bunched up in front
anyway. But as the minutes went by, and I started looking more and
more at Sara's leg's, my pre-pubescent erection was getting harder
to hide. Soon she began holding her slim little thighs open more
often than closed. And her smile had changed to a sly grin, and
occasionally even a giggle. I think she had caught on to what I was
looking at, but she obviously didn't seem to mind. Soon she gave up
closing her legs altogether, and instead she would watch the TV for
a few minutes, then look back at me. Then on the pretense of being
surprised at seeing me looking at her she would giggle for a few
seconds and then turn back to the TV. By this time my boner was
harder than steel, and was no longer concealed by my bunched up
pants. The tent it was making in them was obvious to me, and to
Sara.

   Suddenly Sara jumped up and ran over to me and for a minute just
stared at my crotch. At first I was so embarrassed I couldn't
speak, but Sara's curiosity got the better of her, and she said,
"Wow, Robbie, what's that in your pants?" she asked with a serious
look on her little face.

   "Uh, nothing, Sara, just the way my pants are bunched," I tried
to explain. She looked up at my face, then back down to my crotch.

   "But it looks like you've got something in there! Can I see?"
and before I could say no she was reaching out to touch my
rock-hard cock. Now no one had ever touched my penis before, other
than myself, of course, and at that point I was more scared than
excited, and just as her hand touched me, I grabbed her hand before
she could do much more than grab a quick feel.

   "That's your 'thingy', Robbie, isn't it? I know because I've
seen Eric's when it was like that, but he didn't see me looking at
him." She had me now, and I couldn't very well deny it.

   "Yeah, I guess I just have to go the bathroom real bad. I'll be
right back," I answered, anxious to get away from this embarrassing
situation. I really did have to pee, so I went quickly down the
hall to their bathroom.

   Instead of unzipping my fly and pulling out my cock through the
opening in my underpants, I just pulled my pants and shorts down to
my ankles, not wanting to risk zipper-snatch on my too-stiff cock.
Now I had noticed before that it was difficult to pee when I had a
boner, and this time was no exception. Unable to pee, my mind went
back to thoughts of Sara and looking up her dress, and soon I was
stroking it rather than trying to piss through it. I think I had
been standing at the toilet for a couple of minutes when I looked
toward the door and saw the shadow of Sara peeking around it.
Frightened beyond belief, at first I tried to pull up my pants to
cover up my stiff cock. But it was too late and Sara, getting over
her shyness, opened the door all the way and stood there staring at
my cock.

   "I knew that's what it was, Robbie, you just got a hard-on. I
know 'cuz me and my friends talk about it all the time. Did you get
that from looking up my dress?" Smart kid.

   "Now Sara, I think we're going to get in trouble talking like
this, and you'd better not tell Eric."

   "Don't worry I wont tell. Anyway, I've seen his hard-on before,
too, but he didn't know it." This kid really was precocious.

   "Sometimes I sneak by his door at night when he thinks I'm
sleep, and then he starts to play with his thingy, and sometimes he
plays with it for a long time. Do you play with your thingy,
Robbie?"

   "No, Sara, I don't play with my 'thingy'. It's called a 'cock'
anyway. If you're going to talk about a boy's sex parts you oughta
call it by its right name." I was slowly overcoming my initial
embarrassment and getting a little bolder by the minute. After all,
she was the one who started all this.

   "How come you don't do it? Eric does it a lot and he sure seems
to like it." She was slowly moving closer to me as she talked, and
I decided I wasn't going to be shy if she wasn't.

   "What do you mean, Sara, that he likes to play with it. Maybe he
was just scratching it, or something."

   "Not the way he was doing it so much, and making those noises,
like he was either hurting himself or liking it a lot. And
sometimes I think he starts to pee on himself, or something, 'cuz
I see signs of wet stuff in his bed later when he's gone...I could
show you what he was doing if you want me to.." and she moved right
up in front of me, my hard dick standing up between us.

   Now, I hadn't been exactly honest with her when I said I didn't
touch myself like she had seen Eric do. But this seemed like a good
chance to start finding out something about the opposite sex,
especially with Eric asleep in the front room. No, playing with my
cock and making it hard was something that I wasn't completely
ignorant of. I had been rubbing my cock for a while in bed at this
point. I found out early that if you rubbed it, it felt good. If
you kept rubbing it, the feelings would grow and grow until it felt
like you'd explode. But the explosion had never come for me before,
and I would always quit. It seemed like Eric had discovered
something more to this thing than just rubbing it a while and
quitting. Maybe Sara *could* show me something..

   In any event, Eric's younger sister, Sara, decided to show me
how she saw Eric do it. I was very embarrassed by now but still
incredibly excited, as my cock was standing straight up at
attention. Sara was more in control than me, because she wasn't
nervous and all the while seemed like she knew what she wanted to
do.

   "Can I show you?" she repeated.

   "OK, but you'd better be quiet, and you'd better not ever tell
Eric or I'll break you neck," I replied, with a hint of humor at
the last comment. She smiled and immediately put her hand on my
stomach and slid it down to my stiff hairless peter.

   "Boy, this looks harder than Eric's ever was, and I'm sure it's
bigger too!" Even at my young age I couldn't help but feel some
pride at that remark and my cock twitched at the compliment. Sara's
mouth just hung open as she began to fondle me, almost drooling as
she often had to close her mouth and swallow. Right away I knew
this was not going to be any ordinary 'rub my cock' session. It had
never felt this good when I did it to myself, and standing there
watching that little girl rub my cock was blowing my mind. I was
really getting into her hand explorations and had started thinking
about her little body when she looked at me and said, "Would you
like me to take off my clothes, too?" she asked, almost as if she
had read my mind.

   "OK, but you'd better go lock the bathroom door," I said. She
went to lock the door right away and was back at my side in a
flash. Then she put the toilet seat down and told me to sit on it.
Stepping back a foot or two, she unbuttoned her dress and let it
slip down to the floor. She looked at me for approval, but only
needed to look at my cock, and my face told her that I approved.
She stood there for a moment in only her white cotton panties that
I had been peeking at in the living room. Then she rested one hand
on my shoulder as she leaned over to take off first one tennis
shoe, then the other. Then standing back up, she said, "You sure
it's OK?"

   "Sure, Sara, if you want to," I anxiously replied, hoping she
wouldn't chicken out now. Then she moved her hands to her slim hips
and taking the waistband in her fingers, slid them down her skinny
hips, bent over and slipped them off her feet. I had never seen a
naked girl before and immediately my dick started twitching up and
down. There we both stood, naked as the day we were born, she and
I both still completely hairless on our pubes, waiting for the next
step. Sara was the first to speak as she told me to sit down while
she got on her knees in front of me.

   The feeling of being naked with a hard-on in front of little
Sara was a very erotic feeling for me. It was something naughty and
forbidden and I was loving it. Apparently so was Sara. She sat back
on her haunches and taking my cock in her hands started stroking it
up and down.

   "Wait a minute, I forgot something else that Eric does," she
said enthusiastically as she got up and went to the medicine
cabinet. She came back to me with a bottle of hand lotion in her
hands and squirted some out into her palm.

   "I've seen him use this stuff too, and I think it helps,
somehow," she said. It didn't take me long to figure what Eric had
used this for, and I was beginning to realize that Eric was quite
a bit more expert at this sex stuff than me. She spread the dollop
of lotion in both her hands and used it to smooth her strokes on my
cock. This was getting to be too much for me and not wanting to get
caught by her brother I asked her if we could go in her bedroom to
do this. She said sure, and gathering up our clothes and the hand
lotion off we went sneaking down the hall to her own little
bedroom. Once inside we both got on her bed, me at the headboard
and Sara sitting indian-style between my legs.

   Soon it was evident that Sara was really getting into my
pleasure as she now had a serious look on her face and was
breathing a little heavier. She looked determined as she began to
pump my cock more furiously. I was becoming lost in the pleasant
feelings that were welling up inside me. The feeling of another set
of hands other than your own on your cock is just too wonderful to
explain and I spread my legs farther apart and started bucking my
hips to meet her movements. Something was happening to Sara too,
and I hadn't even touched her, but she began hissing softly,
stroking me with one hand and touching herself with the other. The
sight of her sticking her fingers in her pussy was too much for me.
The feelings that I had come to know so well became stronger and
stronger and I let out a moan and suddenly this white sticky stuff
shot out of my cock and covered my legs and Sara's hands. I then
collapsed back against her headboard, my cock still spurting this
strange white fluid. I was confused but also excited by what had
just happened to me. That had never happened to me before and I was
sure this was what Sara had seen Eric do. But Eric had done it to
himself, but here I was letting his nine year old sister be the
first to ever jack me off.

   Sara was completely flushed too, as though she had had an
experience as well. She probably had but I was too young too know
it then. Our afterglow was short-lived however, as we then heard
Eric calling for Sara and me. I was scared into immobility, but
little Sara was calm as she yelled back to him that I had gone
while he was asleep and she was in bed. That seemed to satisfy Eric
as I heard him rumbling back down the hall to his own room. Sara
then came back up to me in the bed and wrapped her arms around my
chest. She said she knew that Eric was going back to sleep, as he
was always real tired after a baseball game. She wanted me to stay
with her and do some more stuff to each other this time, but after
that scare with her brother I just wanted to get out of there and
back to the safety of my own house. I told her that my parents were
probably back by now and they might call down here looking for me.
I told I had really liked what we did and that I wanted to do it
again and promised to meet her tomorrow. She looked sad at first
but then perked up when I said 'tomorrow'. She said it was the most
fun she had ever had and she couldn't wait to do it again. Those
were my sentiments exactly.


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                      MY NIECE RITA Chapter 2

   Sara became a big part of my sexual awakening at that time.
Though we never got into intercourse, There was a great deal of
mutual masturbation and eventually some mutual oral sex. Both
things I wound up loving.

   All of this ran through my head as I realized that I was now
actually thinking that my own niece at the same age wouldn't be
able to handle anything of a sexual nature. I felt like my parents.
It was a startling realization. I then decided that not only would
Rita stay here all summer, but that if she did happen to see my
girlfriend, Michelle nude or hear us making love, I wasn't going to
make a big thing out of it. If she had questions, I would answer
them all. I thought that would make things less complicated for
her.

   Rita moved in the week following her mother's wedding. She had
spent much time with me over the years but never overnight. Now she
was here for nearly 3 months. Rita's mother had moved out of her
apartment once I had agreed to take in Rita as she and her new
husband planned on buying a house when they returned from their
honeymoon. All of her belongings and some of Rita's were now in
storage. Being single, I only had a one room apartment. That meant
that Rita would be sleeping on the couch. Fortunately for her it
was a hide-a-bed and not too uncomfortable.

   I set down a series of ground rules. (i.e. how late she could
stay up, when she was to take a bath, when she had to come in for
dinner, etc.) It was all new to me and I hoped that I wasn't over
doing it. My sister seemed to have raised her well and she didn't
have any problem adjusting to the new environment.

   Rita, like most girls her age, likes videos, comic books,
playing with her friends. I realized that I would have to
accommodate her as best as I could in order to keep things on an
even keel for her. She had told me that while her Step-father
seemed to be an okay guy, she wasn't very close to him. I had
noticed that too. Vernon Timmons wasn't a "kid" person. He was
older than my sister by almost 15 years and I suspect that he
grudgingly accepted the presence of Rita when all he really wanted
was my sister. Rita had gravitated towards me even more so as a
result.

   The first night that she spent at my place, we were alone. I
thought it would be better that way. Though Michelle usually spent
nights at my place, she was very understanding about this and gave
us our space.

   I took Rita to the movies and we saw My Girl, part 2, which she
had been wanting to see. Then we got a bite to eat and headed home.
It was a fun evening just the two of us. A large part of me always
liked being around Rita because I relived my own childhood
vicariously through her. When she was talking about some boy in
school trying to look up her dress, I was reluctantly reminded of
myself doing what that boy had done. I had no remembrance to
associate her love of "video" music, but I could remember being at
a basement party and getting some heavy humping in with a girl over
the wailing tunes of "Oh, what a night" playing on a record player.
When I could see the absolute joy on her face while talking on the
phone to a girl about a boy, I felt it too. When she saw some mushy
love scene in a movie that usually I wouldn't give a second thought
about, I was suddenly able to view it though her 10 year old eyes
and it meant much more. It is for this reason that I would up
heading down a path with Rita that first night she was with me that
under ordinary circumstances I don't think I would have traveled.

   We arrived home at 12:30 am. I was tired even if Rita wasn't. As
I told her to go brush her teeth and get ready for bed, I began to
undo the couch and pull out the Hide-a-bed. Then I realized that I
hadn't made it up for her yet. I had no bedding on the thing at
all. I thought for a second and decided that she should just sleep
with me. After all, she was my niece and still basically a child,
even though a very cute, and in some ways, very sexy child. And the
real reason, I was just too tired to make up the Hide-a-bed right
then. I put the couch back together and made a mental note to wash
some sheets for it tomorrow.

   I walked into the bathroom and Rita was already undressed and
brushing her teeth in her underwear.

   "Don't you have pajamas or a nightgown?" I asked.

   "No. What for? " she replied.

   "No special reason. I just thought you'd feel more comfortable
sleeping in something other than your underwear."

   " I've got some but I never liked them. They get all tangled up
during the night. Plus they make me sweaty. Wearing my panties and
a T-shirt just feels better, Uncle Rob."

   I couldn't argue that. I had known from snooping years ago on my
sister Monica that she had stopped wearing pajamas or anything else
when she was in her teens. So this was just another dilemma that I
hadn't given any thought to. 'Fuck it' I thought. I'll just wear my
underpants to bed, too, so she wont feel embarrassed. One night
won't kill me. I picked up the toothpaste and started brushing my
own teeth.

    Within minutes, I was finished and so was Rita. She was already
in bed  reading what looked like a movie-star magazine when I slid
in beside her.  I looked at the cover to see what it was. I'd
always ignored those kinds  of rags myself. This one was a little
different. The artwork was quite  good. Perhaps too good. It was
Titled Vampirella and had as it's main  character a very scantily
clad woman with long flowing black hair  standing over a near-naked
man. I leaned back against my pillow and  smiled to myself thinking
about myself at that age. Even after I started  the sex play with
Sara, I still got off looking at the girls in comics.  I'd buy
Archie's just to see Betty and Veronica in their swimsuits! But I 
had never seen magazines like this!

      I snapped back to the present and told Rita to put the
magazine away  and turn out the lamp. She uttered a mild protest
but did as she was  told. The lights clicked off and she snuggled
down into the blankets and  then up against me. I suddenly found
myself awash in a strange mix of  emotions and feelings. It was
definitely strange to have such a small  person snuggle up against
you. Rita pressed her little butt up against my  crotch and I could
distinctly feel every nuance of her ass. Then it  happened. I
started to get an erection. A feeling of panic swept over me.  I
couldn't let Rita see me with an erection. She'd ask questions and
I'd  have to answer them and I just wasn't sure that I could, now
that the  moment was upon me. I shifted my position slightly to
allow my cock some  room and to ensure that she wouldn't feel it
between her ass cheeks. Just  when I thought I'd succeeded, she
suddenly turned around and faced me.  Her hands were just inches
away from my now rock hard cock. I was very  glad that I'd at least
worn my underwear to bed. "Uncle Rob?" Rita  started.

    "What?" I replied trying to sound calm.

   "Can I ask you a question?"

   "Of course, Rita. What is it?"

   "It's kind of personal."

   "That's okay. I'll answer it if I can."

   "Okay. This is kinda hard to talk about but you're the only
person I know that I feel good enough around, so here goes," she
said, and I was already feeling queasy.

   "Sometimes when I am riding my bike and I sit on it a certain
way I get this funny feeling down here, you know, in my
whatdoyoucallit, you know where I mean?"

   "I think so, Rita, you mean in your vagina? That's what the
female sex organ is called," I answered, as succinctly as I could.

   "Yeah, my vagina, Uncle Rob, but my friends sometimes call it
something else.." She waited for a reply from me before continuing.
I just nodded letting her know it was okay to finish. "Some of them
say 'pussy', Uncle Rob. But not me. I don't use those kind of
words."

   "Rita, it's okay to use those words among your friends, but not
when you're around strangers, or anyone who doesn't want to hear
that kind of talk. You can use whatever words you are comfortable
with when you're with me," I replied, hoping I had kept the growing
excitement out of my voice.

   "Thanks, Uncle Rob. And then sometimes when I'm reading
something like this magazine with real hot stories or pictures in
it, I get that funny feeling in there again. And..and sometimes I
even touch myself down there? In my pussy? And then it feels real
good just like when I was riding my bike, and if I keep on touching
it, it gets real..sweaty down there between my legs..in my pussy.
Oh please, Uncle Rob, don't tell mommy what I told you. She
wouldn't understand and she would kill me! And recently, almost
every night when I go to bed, I touch myself down here and it gets
sweaty all the time, but it doesn't feel like sweat. And, Uncle
Rob, I'm starting to get that same feeling now. Do you know what
I'm talking about Uncle Rob?" It had happened. There was no turning
back now. My 10 year old niece was lying in bed with me getting hot
pants reading a magazine. And suddenly, knowing that she was able
to have these feelings sent a wave of both relief and lust through
me. I sat up and clicked on the lamp. I looked down at her. "What
do you mean?" I asked.

   "My pussy. It's always feeling funny and getting wet when I go
to bed. Sometimes I get these feelings in the shower too or like
during the day at school when some boy tries to feel me up. But I
don't do anything with those boys, Uncle Rob. I'm still a good
girl, because that's what mommy told me to do. But I still don't
know what's going on with me when I get these feelings. I tried to
ask mommy but she didn't want to talk to me about it." I had
suddenly realized two things in this brief conversation with Rita.
Firstly, she didn't know what "getting hot" was exactly, and
secondly, my sister set this up so that I could explain all these
things to her. Monica was never the one to handle "sensitive"
subjects with Rita, even though she was a woman, and I am a man.
Monica always trusted me when it came to Rita. I took in a deep
breath and decided that it was now or never.

   "Rita," I began, "When your vagina, or pussy, as you and friends
call it, gets wet, it is lubricating itself because when a woman or
a girl is sexually aroused it usually means that sexual intercourse
might occur, and if it does that means that it, the vagina, has to
receive an erect, or hard, penis into it." Rita was listening in
rapt attention as I tried feebly to explain the facts of life to
her.

   "But why would *my* pussy, I mean vagina get wet? I'm not having
intercourse, or even thinking about it. Even when I'm in bed or by
myself, I might be thinking about some boy or something, but I
don't even know what intercourse is, I don't think. At least I've
never seen it."

   Despite her naiveté, Rita was an extremely intelligent young
girl, getting the highest grades in school. I decided to give a try
at being as factual as I could for her age and see what happens.

   "Well, Rita, when a person is thinking sexual thoughts of any
kind, the mind emits what's called hormones into the blood stream
which prepare and arouse the body further. You may not know what
intercourse is but your mind does and it has to prepare your body
just in case. That's called natural instincts and it's part of the
human code that all living things have." I paused for a moment,
testing to see how much of that she had absorbed.

   Okay, okay, I think I see. It's only natural when my body gets
wet when I'm thinking sexy things, even though I never thought
about fucking..I'm sorry Uncle Rob, I mean intercourse. It just
feels so natural talking with you, it feels like talking to one of
my girl friends."

   "That's all right, Rita, I told you you could say whatever you
want to when you're with me. Even "fucking", if you want to."

   "Thanks, Uncle Rob. So when I think these things it's just my
mind telling my body "get ready, pussy, some good thoughts are
coming now, you'd better get wet quick!". Is that right?" she
asked, smiling at her little joke.

   "That's very good, Rita. That's a very good way to put it."
That's what I loved about Rita more than anything: she was as
intelligent as she was beautiful. And here I was, talking sex with
this cute little vixen while trying to remember that she was my
sister's child.

   "So it's perfectly normal for your body to tell your pussy to
get wet, when you're in bed thinking those kinds of thoughts. And
believe me, Rita, everyone, at one time or another has those
thoughts and those body reactions."

   "Really, Uncle Rob? Do you get those thoughts, too?" Oh, Oh. Now
I'm in real trouble.

   "Well yes, Rita, sometimes." And suddenly my experiences of
seventeen years ago with my best friend's sister, Sara, came
flooding back to me. Sara had begun my explorations of sex with
girls, and it had been a great beginning. Some how that first sex
when I was ten and Sara was nine was the best experience of my
life. And now it seemed like life was about to repeat itself,
seventeen years later.

   "And men have a similar reaction, Rita. When a man gets sexually
excited his penis gets an erection, it gets hard."

   "Uncle Rob, is that why you have a boner right now?" I guess I
new this was coming. I mean how long could I expect her to ignore
the extreme tenting in my shorts directly in front of her.
Especially with this conversation.

   "Yes, Rita. But where did you learn that name, 'boner'?"

   "I'm sorry. I've heard my friends call it that. But I've never
seen one. Can I see yours?"

   "First tell me, Rita, is your vagina excited right now? Is it
wet?"

   She put a hand down to her panty-clad pussy and felt around it
for a minute. I almost blew it right then watching her touch
herself. "Yeah. It's real wet! Is that normal?"

   "Of course it's normal. If it didn't get wet, that would be
abnormal."

   "But sometimes I get real wet all the time, and I do stuff to
make it feel even better. Sometimes when I'm in my bed I spread my
legs and put my fingers on my pussy. Then that good feeling just
builds and builds and I don't want to stop, it feels so nice. Does
that mean that I'm bad?"

   "Not at all!" I laughed. "Look," I said reaching for the first
time over to her crotch. "You see this wet spot on your panties?"
I asked as I softly caressed her panty-covered pussy for the first
time. Rita's eyes glazed over as she looked down at my hand between
her legs. "That just means you are reacting normally to a sexual
situation. What we do and talk about here tonight is just for your
benefit, Rita. OKAY? You can't tell anyone else about this or I
might get in trouble."

   "Why, Uncle Rob. I think it's great to have a grown-up who can
explain this stuff to me."

   "Yes, but not everybody feels that way about it. It's just
better if you don't tell anyone else. At least right now."

   "Of course, Uncle Rob. I'd never tell anybody anyway." That
certainly made my conscious feel a little better, as I watched her
watching me stroking her crotch.

   "That feels sooo good! Better than ever before when I was
touching it. Do you want to see it? Can I see your ..boner?" There
was no stopping her now, even if I had wanted to, and I didn't want
to.

   "Okay. Lets do it this way. Let's pull the covers out of the way
and then we'll take off our under clothes, if you still want to. Do
you?" I asked her.

   "Yeah, I sure do," she almost shouted as she clamored out from
under the blankets and I did the same. I could now see clearly the
indentation her wet pussy slit was making in her tight panties.
Rita then quickly slid her panties off while I took off my shorts.

   "Whoa! Your boner is huge!" she exclaimed. "Is that all because
of me?" Rita asked excitedly.

   "Yes Rita, all because of you. I told you I love you very much,
and now you can see how true it is."

   "I love you very much, Uncle Rob, and now you can tell how much
by how wet my pussy is." She turned more toward me and grabbed my
hand, placing it on her hairless pussy. I took in the sight of her
beautiful hairless mound, and the feeling of it on my fingers was
like deja vu. Suddenly I was 10 again. I was with Sara and we were
in her room or in our attic or on a camping trip. All the places
we'd had our fun. I remembered every little detail of those times.
The smoothness of Sara's pussy as I ran my hands over it. How slick
and soft her pussy had tasted in my mouth. My level of arousal had
reached a point to where I was seeping pre-cum. Her hand went over
to it and she touched the pre-cum seeping out. She pulled it back
quickly. "It's sticky. Is it pee?"

   "Not quite. You see when a man gets excited, he produces
something in his balls that's called cum or sperm. It's sort of
like the wetness here in your pussy. And that's what helps out the
girl's wetness to make it easier for the man's penis to go into her
vagina." As I explained this, I gently cupped her sweet hairless
mound while she put her hand back on my oozing cock. This was all
going pretty fast and I tried to remember that this was my niece
and she was just 10 years old. I didn't want her first experience
with boy-girl sex to be a scary one. I had already decided that I
wouldn't fuck her tonight, or do anything that might hurt her. But
I was going to make it fun.

   "When I rub your pussy like this it makes it get wetter and
pretty soon if it feels real good it will make you have what's
called an orgasm," I said, as I began rubbing her between her pussy
lips with more intensity. "And when you rub my cock that makes it
get harder and pretty soon the sperm would come out. That would be
an orgasm for me. Do you want to see if we can make each other have
an orgasm?" Rita's eyes grew wide. I could see her breathing had
deepened and her pussy, slick with her girl juice, seemed even
wetter than it had been earlier. "Yeah...." I was in heaven! A part
of me had wanted this moment for so long. Now with it upon me I
wanted to savor it. I instructed Rita to lay down on the bed while
I lay beside her face to face. I wrapped one arm around her and put
my other hand between her legs, fondling her wet pubes. She raised
one leg and then lowered it when my hand was in place then reached
below to hold my spasming cock.

   "You have to help me, now Rita. I want you to just hold my cock
and stroke gently, okay? Then I'm going to keep rubbing you softly
here up and down, and you tell me if I do anything that hurts, or
doesn't feel good. Okay?"

   "Okay." she said in a quiet voice. "Uncle Rob, I feel really
funny. Usually I feel ashamed when I'm playing with myself but now
doing it with you, I really like it. And it feels really good to
touch your thing, while you're playing with my pussy."

   "I can show you some other things that will make you feel even
better." With that, I started probing a little harder at the
entrance to her tiny little pussy. She was so wet now that my
finger didn't seem to hurt her as it gently but firmly proceeded
further into her sweetness. I had so much leaking pre-cum that her
hand was smooth in its strokes up and down my cock. Rita followed
my lead and kept up the strokes on my cock and just watching her
masturbate me was almost more than I could handle. She was so cute
& sexy! Her cheeks had become flush. She started to let out a small
contented sigh as my finger pushed further and further into her
cunt and the feelings inside began to overtake her. Soon she wasn't
stroking my cock very hard anymore, but just squeezing it tightly,
losing herself in the flow of her own powerful emotions. Her hand
could barely span the width of my dick, as the head of my cock
peeked through her hand. Watching her I pumped my cock up and down
through her tiny hand and it was driving me crazy with lust.
Finally she started moving her hips in time to my finger stroking.
I then moved my thumb over her sensitive little clit and watched
her spasm with joy. I knew she was near orgasm and I wanted to hold
out until then. It was the most difficult thing I have ever done.
Rita picked up the pace on my cock again and I increased my strokes
into her pussy, touching her maidenhead and feeling it begin to
give way. Her sighs were turning into moans. She raised her hips on
an upstroke of my finger so much that her tiny ass was almost off
the mattress. And then I felt it. With a 'thump' my finger had
penetrated her cherry and was inside the tight walls of her sweet
virginal pussy. She gave a sharp moan, wincing in some pain, but
continued on with her upthrusts into my finger. She was a definite
natural at this. "Ooohhh, Uncle Rob. This feels really good!"

   "Just go with it Rita! It gets better!" We were both overheated
with lust. She was about to have her first orgasm and I was trying
not to beat her. My own orgasm was right at the door waiting for me
to let it out. I wanted to cum the exact moment that Rita did so
that I could spurt all over her beautiful pre-pubescent pussy as it
shuddered in it's own orgasm. I didn't have much longer to wait.
Rita suddenly gripped my arm and clamped her thighs around my hand.
She closed her eyes and was moaning softly. I aimed my cock and
spurted. The first hit her belly. The next spurt landed right on
her hands seeping between her fingers and dripping onto her pussy.
The last spurt landed half on her thigh and the sheets. I continued
massaging my cock as it began to soften. It was the most powerful
orgasm I had ever had. I lay down on the bed next to Rita and we
both caught our breath. As we lay there, I thought for sure a
feeling of remorse or guilt would have enveloped me by now but I
felt neither. Rita was breathing hard but she was radiant. Her
favorite Uncle had just taught her another grown-up thing and she
felt privileged to have been a part of it. "That was really great,
Uncle Rob. Can we do it again? I turned and smiled at her. "Rita,
we're going to do that and a whole lot more this summer."

The End