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Ginger Lee on Her Virgin Cruise
by Obmuj (address withheld)
Edited by Anonymous
***
The attractive 13-year-old, after the death of her
parents goes to live with her Uncle Bill. They become
close, closer than ever on their Christmas cruise.
Ginger Lee wants her uncle to have her ultimate holiday
gift. What is the true relationship between Ginger Lee
and her Uncle Bill? (M/f-teen, ped, inc, 1st)
***
Ginger Lee Garrison was bored. She knew that for the
next 8-weeks, her life was going to be impossible.
Checking the contents of her suitcase, she found she
had packed all the new summer clothes her mother had
purchased for her. Then she packed her personal things,
except for her diary, which she kept in a canvas tote
bag. Ginger picked up her dairy, and looked in the
daily log of her life.
She had turned 13 years old a week before. She sat down
at her desk in her room and wrote: June 14, Thursday
morning: I've finished packing my clothes to take with
me to Uncle Bill's, who lives in the middle of
backwoods. BORING! I hope I can find something to
write to you each day. Anyway, mom and dad will be
having fun on a two-month long trip for dad's company.
It is noon, so I guess my fate is near, as my Uncle
Bill, my mother's brother, is due here anytime to take
me to his and Aunt Ruth's place. I have not seen them
since I was little, and then only at a party following
Uncle Bill's finishing college, or something, I really
can't recall. But they are my only uncle and aunt. Dad
was an only child, and mom had only her brother, Bill,
who, until now, was only a person we got cards, letters
and gifts from at Christmas.
Doris Ann, at 30, and Eddie, who was 44, had raised
their only child Ginger Lee to be somewhat independent.
However, as Doris Ann saw her brother Bill driving his
pickup into the driveway, she wondered how he would get
along with his "niece." She and Eddie had gotten
married when she was only 17 years old and Doris Ann
had been three months pregnant with Ginger Lee. At that
time, her brother Bill had just celebrated his
fifteenth birthday.
*
For the first few months of her marriage, Doris Ann
suffered through the agony of intercourse with her new
husband. Eddie was brutal in his love making and felt
he had been tricked into marriage. Eddie often counted
the months from when he first had sex with Doris Ann,
until the due date of their child.
After the birth of Ginger Lee, Doris Ann found her
marriage soon became a fact in name only, and her
husband was constantly traveling for the company, while
being promoted at the same time. Doris Ann dreamed this
trip would become romantic for them and they could
become lovers once more.
Looking at her brother as he exited his pickup, Doris
Ann thought back to when she and her brother were
young, and would play together. Then her mind was once
more drawn to the loveless marriage between she and
Eddie. For the past 13-years, they had engaged in sex
no more than once every 6-months, and now they would be
on the first trip they would be sharing together,
because it was a company requirement, as Eddie had been
promoted to a full vice president's position.
Walking to the door, she welcomed her Bill into her
home. The last time she had seen her brother was when
he finished graduate school, and left for the job with
the park service. Doris Ann reached out and hugged her
brother tightly into her arms, and her face turned up
to receive his kiss. She knew that Eddie would not
leave the kitchen where he was fixing some coffee, and
she allowed her mouth to welcome her brother's tongue
tip to press and move over her own.
Instantly, a lusty desire passed between the siblings,
and Bill felt his manhood grow and press against the
mons of his sister. He could feel the heat being
released by his own sister even through their clothing.
Memories of their being close as children and teens
passed across Bill's mind, and then he knew he must
release his grip on his wonderful and beautiful
sister's trim and lovely body.
Standing inside the front door, Doris Ann moved her
pelvis so that she could feel the growing penis of her
brother pressing against her own sex. For less than a
minute, she rubbed her vulva frantically over, the
fully erect male stalk in her brother's pants. With her
mouth over her own brother's, Doris Ann moaned out in
her first male induced climax in several years. Her
breath blew hot into her brother's mouth, and she
whispered between Bill's lips, "Bill, you gave me
pleasure, wonderful pleasure and release."
The siblings walked into the kitchen and joined Eddie,
and they sat around the table enjoying the fresh
coffee, and discussing the plans for each of them for
the next two months. Doris Ann knew it was time to call
Ginger Lee down, and have her meet her uncle.
"Ginger, come on down, your Uncle Bill is here," my mom
called up the stairs to me. I walked down the stairs,
with my over stuffed suitcase in my hands. I entered
the kitchen where mom, dad and Uncle Bill were seated
at the kitchen table. "Honey, this is your Uncle Bill,
who you haven't seen in years, and is my one and only
brother, and isn't he handsome" mom said to me with
pride in her voice?
My eyes looked at Uncle Bill and I saw a man who I knew
was 30 years old, and saw the most handsome man I had
ever looked upon. My teenage mind and heart instantly
liked Uncle Bill and I knew the photographs we'd
received from time-to-time, did not allow one to see
how terrific the man was. "Hi, Uncle Bill," I said, and
as I did, he pulled me into his arms, and hugging me,
gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"Ginger, honey, there has been a slight change, as your
Uncle Bill and Aunt Ruth are getting a divorce, so you
will be alone some during the time your staying with
him," mom told me.
That won't be a bad change I thought, knowing I would
be alone with the good-looking man. We talked for
another half-hour, then mom and dad gave me a hug,
kissed me goodbye, and I was soon setting in the front
seat of Uncle Bill's pickup, deciding a two-month trip
to the mountains with my uncle might not be so bad.
Around six o'clock in the afternoon, Uncle Bill said
we'd stop at the next major intersection, as we saw
several billboard's advertising motels and restaurants,
8-miles ahead. Pulling off the highway, Uncle Bill
pulled into a motel with a swimming pool, and I had
begged Uncle Bill to stop where we could swim. Our room
was on the first floor of the motel, and we checked in,
then walked the short distance to the nearby
restaurant, that advertised Amish style food. After
eating and we walked back to the hotel, I asked Uncle
Bill, "Can we go swimming?"
"Sure, if you want, you go, but think I'll just rest
after driving all day, is that all right with you,
Ginger Lee?"
"Sure, but will you go to the pool with me, I'm kind of
afraid to go by myself?"
"I'll be your personal policeman, if that will make you
happy." Then my uncle surprised me, and told me, "I
hope we get along all summer as nice as we have today.
It has been fun visiting with you while riding in the
pickup, except for your choice of radio stations," he
said laughing.
During the drive, I'd found my uncle fun to be with,
and he had allowed me to listen to some rock music that
I knew was not the music he enjoyed. I was surprised
when I found in just a short time in the pickup with
Uncle Bill that he was fun to be with. He told me that
Aunt Ruth could not stand living in the mountain cabin
and being isolated from the world any longer. Uncle
Bill told me about his work as a forest ranger in the
deep woods of the park.
Getting my bathing suit from my suitcase, I carried the
two-piece suit into the bathroom, and after undressing,
looked in the mirror at myself, and saw two little
bumps on my chest. The hairs that had commenced growing
on my slit were still coming in, and were just a few
hairs at the sides, near the top of my female opening.
Some hair was growing at the very top of my cleft, but
it was just straight hair, in a spot about the size of
a nickel. I had not started my periods yet, but a
couple of times I had spotted a little.
All my friends had gotten boobs, while I was just
starting to do so, and wished mine were bigger,
especially because of my great looking uncle. He will
see I haven't even gotten boobs, and he'll think I'm
just a little girl. Slipping on the bottom of the suit,
then the top, I looked in the mirror, and decided to
see if my uncle would enjoy viewing me in my bikini,
boobs or not.
Opening the bathroom door, I walked out to where Uncle
Bill was seated in a chair watching TV. "I'm ready,
Uncle Bill," and turned around so he could see me in my
bathing suit.
"Guess it's a good idea I'm going with you to the pool,
as there is no doubt, all the boys will be after my
cute niece."
Uncle Bill hadn't said, "little niece," so that made me
happy, and I walked over and took his hand in mine, and
we left the room and headed to the pool. Uncle Bill let
me swim as long as I wanted, and when I was tired, I
walked over to where he was sitting in a chair. My
uncle was asleep, so I flipped water from my hands onto
to his face, and when he woke up he said, "I just might
have to kill you for getting me wet."
Back in the hotel room, Uncle Bill said I could shower
first, as I needed to get out of my suit, and he would
shower after I was done. After showering, I slipped on
the tee shirt I slept in, walked out and climbed up on
my bed, and started watching TV while my uncle
showered.
I must have gone sound asleep within minutes of laying
on the bed, and when I woke, it was nearly six in the
morning, and Uncle Bill was holding onto the big toe on
my right foot, shaking it to wake me. When I woke, from
my uncle shaking my foot, I moaned out, "No, it's too
early to get up, let me sleep another hour, Uncle
Bill." As I was speaking, I didn't think about only
having on the tee shirt I'd slept in, and I kicked my
leg to keep Uncle Bill from shaking it. This allowed my
shirt to rise up on my legs, and I had them up in the
air, and realized I was exposing my sex to Uncle Bill.
The fact I was completely exposed, and the few hairs
growing between my legs were displayed to Uncle Bill,
hit me like a rock on top of my head. For whatever
reason, I squirmed and jerked my feet and legs even
more than when I woke up, and ended with my legs
wrapped around my uncle.
Uncle Bill must have been really surprised in viewing
me with my legs open, as I saw his eyes were looking
directly between my splayed open legs. For a moment or
so it seemed he leaned closer between my legs, and was
looking very intently at the hair and slit between my
legs. Then Uncle Bill let go of my toe, turned quickly
from looking at my private parts.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to see you like that, and hope
you're not mad at me Ginger Lee, as I..."
Without thinking, I told Uncle Bill, "It's OK, I'm not
upset, besides I'm not that grown up, or at least like
my friends are." As I spoke, Uncle Bill turned back
around to, where I was lying, still with my legs open.
Uncle Bill must have assumed that I would have put my
legs down, but he found I was still open for him to
view me between my legs. I slowly closed my legs, and
let them swing off the bed, and then I was standing
next to my handsome uncle.
I moved my arms out and hugged Uncle Bill and I loved
feeling him in my teenage arms. Pressing myself against
Uncle Bill, I giggled and keeping my head down, said,
"Uncle Bill, it is okay that you saw me, but you owe me
one, so I can see what a man looks like!"
"Sure, I owe you one, and my sister will kill me when
she finds out I saw you, and especially if I would
allow you to look at me naked." Smiling, Uncle Bill
told me, "Anyway, you need to get dressed. Then we'll
go eat and hit the road."
Picking out a clean pair of shorts, top and bikini
panties, I went into the bathroom and dressed. Walking
back to the room where Uncle Bill was seated at the
table, I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on my
sandals. I got up from the bed where I was setting,
walked over to where Uncle Bill was, and I mocked him
and took his ear between my finger, as he had my toe
when he woke me.
"Uncle Bill, I know you will laugh at me, but I enjoyed
knowing you saw me, and you're the first man to see
between my legs." Moving until I was setting on his
lap, I asked Uncle Bill, "May I, like - maybe I'll see
you - maybe tonight - I won't tell mom, I promise?"
Then I buried my face against his neck and face, and
told him, "I've always wanted to see what a man's cock
looked like, and I promise I will never tell if you
show me yours, and I will show you mine again."
"Ginger Lee, I'm supposed to be watching over you, not
seducing you, but viewing your sex was a pleasant
surprise, and I enjoyed the soft looking hair that has
started growing between your legs." Pausing for a
moment, Uncle Bill spoke softly and told me, "Maybe I
will show you, but lets not speak about it any more, at
least for now."
Then Uncle Bill hugged me, and lightly kissed the side
of my face, and told me, "Enough for now, so let's eat
and then get on the road."
*
By the end of the day, we still had about 400 miles
more to go before we would be at the park where Uncle
Bill lived. When we checked into the motel, and were in
the room, there was only one bed in the room. Uncle
Bill called the desk, but was told that they only had
this room left, and apologized for the mix-up, but they
would send up a cot if he wished. Looking at me, Uncle
Bill asked, "Honey, all they have is a roll-away-cot,
so do you want to sleep on it, or we can share the bed,
if you won't feel uncomfortable?"
"Uncle Bill, whatever you wish is okay with me, but
cots aren't comfortable, are they?"
"No, but I don't want your mother or anyone else to
know we shared the same bed, you understand that, don't
you?"
"Sure, I can keep a secret, so no problem with me if we
are in the same bed."
After getting squared away in the hotel, we got back in
Uncle Bill's pickup and drove about a mile to a
restaurant that had "home-cooked food" on a buffet
line. The food was really good, and when I ordered the
strawberry pie, with whipped cream topping, it was
really good. As we were leaving the restaurant, Uncle
Bill stopped in front of a mirror and had me look in it
at myself. The left side of my face, was covered in
whipped cream, and I playfully hit Uncle Bill on his
arm for allowing me to leave the restaurant with my
face messed up.
Back at the motel, we changed into our bathing suits
and took a quick swim, as the pool was closing in
fifteen minutes. After returning to our room, I
showered first, then slipped on my tee-shirt, and
started to put on some panties, but realized that maybe
if I let Uncle Bill see me once more, and he would let
me see what a man's thing was like. I got in bed and as
I did, pulled my regular size tee shirt up so my body
was exposed from the waist down.
After another ten minutes, Uncle Bill walked into the
room, and had a towel wrapped around his waist, and I
assumed over his undershorts. Turning out the lights,
but with the TV on, I flipped out when I saw he was
nude under the towel when he let it fall to the floor.
At times, I had seen my father in the nude, but this
was different, and my eyes followed my uncle from the
table where he turned the light off, until he got to
his side of the bed. I looked on in total surrender of
teenage curiosity while looking at the male organ
hanging down from my uncle's body, and wished the
lights were on so I could view it better.
When Uncle Bill saw me watching him, he smiled and
climbed into bed, and asked, "So you got to see me,
happy now, Ginger Lee?"
I scooted over and hugged my uncle and lay with my head
on his chest, and replied, "Yeah, but can I look
closer, please?"
"Ginger Lee, are you certain about what you are doing,
and wanting to look at my penis?" "You won't create a
problem by saying something to your girlfriends or even
worse, your mother, if I allow you to look at me
again?"
"No, I will never tell," and as I spoke, I pushed the
covers down so I could see my uncle's man-thing. I
moved my face down so it was lying on my uncle's lower
stomach, and the hair surrounding his cock, tickled my
face. My eyes were no more than an inch or two from
the first cock I had really had a chance to see. Unsure
what would happen, I reached out and took Uncle Bill's
cock in my soft hand. While I was holding it, I felt it
growing, and when it was really hard, I knew Uncle Bill
liked my holding him in the softness of my hand. "Uncle
Bill, it is so long, and it got really hard, and it
feels so smooth, and tell me, is this what is called a
hard-on?"
"Gee-whiz, Ginger Lee, your hand feels so good, but we
best stop, before we end up in one big mess." Then I
listened to Uncle Bill tell me how I made him feel
good, and then he said, "Yes, it is a hard-on, and you
gave it to me - your hand is soft and warm, and feels
good holding me like you are."
Uncle Bill moved and pulled me up to where I was laying
on his body, my legs were parted and laying spread over
his left leg, my naked sex was feeling his thigh
between mine. Still my hand was gripping my uncle's
cock, and it seemed to be shaking as I squeezed it
tightly. I wanted to speak, but believed if I said
anything, Uncle Bill would ask me to stop holding him.
I woke up sometime during the night, and found I was
still holding my uncle's cock I could hear Uncle Bill
snoring, and I allowed my fingers to move down and
explore the sack hanging below his rigid erection. My
fingers held Uncle Bill's skin-creased bag and I
enjoyed finding the two large round things, like
marbles inside the bag. Uncle Bill had a thick growth
of hair around his thing, and I ran my fingers through
it, and I fell back to sleep.
When I awoke once more it was still dark, and could
feel Uncle Bill moving his fingers between my legs. I
didn't make any sound, and pretended to still be
sleeping. One of Uncle Bill's fingers was slowly
stroking the slit between my legs, and then it was
caressing the spot at the top of my slit, and it was
making it almost impossible for me to lay still. Within
moments, my body felt like it was ready to explode, and
then it happened. My hips moved up and I cried out,
"Oh, Uncle Bill, whatever you've done, feels so good,
um like that, yes, oh Uncle Bill!" I understood that my
darling uncle had just given me my first climax with a
man, and I fell in love with him at that instance.
Instead of answering me, Uncle Bill moved his finger
over the spot for a few more moments, and as I stopped
shuddering, I felt him push his finger slightly inside
my opening. Uncle Bill was moving his finger very
gently in and out of the edge of my opening, and I
wanted him to push in me deeper. We both went back to
sleep, and when I woke up, again, I was in bed alone
and Uncle Bill was watching television. The news
reporter was speaking about a plane crash somewhere in
the jungle of Brazil, and Uncle Bill moved over to the
bed, and took me in his arms. My mind thought that
Uncle Bill wanted to touch me once more, but I saw he
was crying, and I asked him what was wrong?
"Ginger Lee, there's been a terrible accident, and the
plane that crashed was the one your parents were on,
and we need to return to your home."
*
After the funeral, and a hurried court hearing, Uncle
Bill was given custody of me, and I was going to live
with Uncle Bill. My uncle hired an attorney to take
charge of my parent's estate, and he and I meet with
the attorney in the judge's chambers, and the
arrangements were made so we could drive to Uncle
Bill's to live.
During the nights after the plane crash, and driving to
the cabin in the park where Uncle Bill lived, I slept
with Uncle Bill. Nothing happened between us, and once
we unloaded the trailer that contained all the things I
owned, and items that had belonged to my parents, that
I wanted to bring with me to Uncle Bill's, I fixed up
my own room. The first night that I was in the cabin, I
went to bed around ten that night. I awoke and was
afraid, and got out of my bed, and walked into Uncle
Bill's room and got in bed with him.
"Hi, Ginger Lee, can't sleep," Uncle Bill asked?
"I'm afraid, Uncle Bill," I replied as I snuggled up
against my uncle. I must have gone back to sleep
immediately, and when I woke up, the sun was shining
through the windows of the room. Uncle Bill was not in
bed, but he must have opened the curtains. I got out of
bed, and walked into the bathroom, and after I was done
there, walked to the kitchen. Looking on the table I
found a note Uncle Bill had written, telling me he had
to make a round in the park, and would be home for
lunch, but hoped I could fix myself something to eat.
We had purchased some fresh milk, bread and cereal
before we drove into the park, so I fixed myself
breakfast. Looking at the clock, I saw it was nearly
9:30 in the morning.
After eating, I walked out on the porch of the cabin,
and took a couple of my magazines with me and was
reading them when Uncle Bill drove up. When I got up
from bed earlier, I hadn't changed into something else,
and was still wearing the tee shirt I'd sleep in. My
legs were propped up and evidently Uncle Bill could
look under the shirt and see my privates, although I
had panties on under the shirt.
"Hello, and how is Ginger Lee today, and you should be
a little more modest, as I can see something I
shouldn't be viewing," Uncle Bill asked?
Embarrassed, I let my feet down, and smiling at my
uncle, said, "I'm fine, but you've seen it all before,
Mr. Ranger, and why didn't you wake me when you got
up?"
"I was up and out of here by six, so what time did you
get up?"
"Uncle Bill, it was almost 9:30 when I got out of bed,
and fixed my breakfast, thanks for letting me sleep
in."
After fixing lunch together, Uncle Bill said I could
ride with him to where he needed to check the park, and
it would be nearly three hours before we returned to
the cabin. He told me to take a snack with me, to fix
something for both of us.
When we returned to the park headquarters, it was
nearly five in the afternoon. The cabin was located a
few hundred yards from the park office. Uncle Bill
said, "Let's get our bathing suits on and I will show
you a great place to swim. In a couple of weeks, as the
Sun drops behind the trees earlier in the afternoon,
the water will be too could to swim.
The stream where we went swimming was really neat, and
the water tumbled down over some rocks that were worn
off and were slick and we could slide down them into
the pool at the bottom.
*
Back at the cabin, we showered, then I helped Uncle
Bill fix dinner. After eating, I did the dishes, and
told Uncle Bill I would be his slave, and he could
watch television. Once I was done with the dishes, we
walked out and sat on the front porch of the cabin, and
talked about whatever either of us wanted to say to the
other.
Around 11:30 that night, we got ready for bed, and I
simply got in bed with my uncle. Early as we watched
television, I had only my panties on, and I had
snuggled up against my uncle. Uncle Bill turned the TV
on in the bedroom, and when the late night show came
on, we laughed at the monologue, and then turned off
the television and snuggled up to sleep.
I was resting on Uncle Bill's arm, and when he said
that it would be better if I slept in my room, as
things might happen between us that shouldn't. Uncle
Bill explained that I was not only his niece, but also
his ward of the court. "Uncle Bills, I like you, and
want to sleep with you, don't push me away from you,
cause you're all I have in this world."
We lay hugging each other, and went to sleep. The next
morning was Saturday, and after having breakfast and
checking over the park, and after Uncle Bill made
certain the other rangers were on duty, we made the
long drive into town. I loved it when we got in town,
and I walked into the restaurant with my uncle, and he
was wearing his ranger's uniform. I knew he looked
handsome, and the waitress flirted with him, and wanted
to know who his girlfriend was?
Everyone in the small town knew who I was, as the other
rangers lived in the town or around the area, and
everyone had heard about my parents being killed. The
local people had sent flowers to the funeral, and now I
was a part of the town, as if I had lived in it all my
life.
That afternoon, we shopped, and enjoyed spending the
day together. When we went home, Uncle Bill fixed the
two steaks he had purchased on the grill outside. After
eating we hiked to the office and spoke to the ranger
who was getting ready to close the building. Tad, the
ranger on duty, informed Uncle Bill about what had
happened during the day, and he showed him the report
he had completed where a woman had fallen and broken
her leg.
Around eleven, we got into bed, and this time, I was
once more only wearing my panties, and I saw Uncle Bill
was nude. I reached down under the covers, and pushed
my underwear off, and somehow I knew that tonight was
going to be different, and wondered if I was going to
have sex for my first time. How I knew something was
going to happen is still a mystery, but perhaps my
female intuition allowed me to know, even if I was less
than a month over 13-years-old.
When Uncle Bill got into bed, I waited to see what he
would do, and when he didn't move to me, I snuggled
over and lay with my leg over him, and pressed my body
to his. Nothing was said between us, but when I felt my
Uncle Bill reach his large hand down and cup my right
hip, I felt a certain moment of anxiety. The anxious
feelings passing through my body were creating
anticipation of some great thing was about to happen to
me. While holding my hip in his hand, I felt my uncle,
move his hand so it was actually holding both of them
in his grip.
I could feel my uncle move his hand and especially his
fingers so they curled down under the curve of my butt.
I moved my chest so my puffy nipples, which were really
all the breasts I had, were rubbing against my uncle's
hairy chest. Then I became alarmed, I guess is the best
word describing what I felt next from my uncle, as I
felt his middle finger part my hips, and his fingertip
was pressing against my back hole.
The pressure he made with his finger on my tiny rosebud
was extremely frightful, but yet I wanted to experience
whatever my uncle's finger could do, as the tingles in
my butt were really wild feelings. Neither my mind nor
body knew when Uncle Bill moved his finger to where he
was probing between the lips of my slit. Sometime
during the time my uncle was playing with my butt, and
then my slit, I had been rolled onto my back. "Um, um,
Uncle Bill," I said softly as I felt his mouth sucking
my left nipple into it and he was sucking and flipping
it with his tongue at the same time.
Then my uncle was moving his face down, down across my
stomach and then he was kissing and licking the tiny
slit between my legs. I could feel his tongue trying to
enter my body, and he was flipping the spot at the top
of my sex with his tongue, and I was unable to lay
still. My hips were bumping up from the bed, and I
could feel his finger pushing up inside my tiny butt.
My voice was making soft and pleasant sounds, and they
weren't words, just purring sounds like a cat, I
thought at the time, as I was experiencing oral sex for
the first time.
When Uncle Bill moved up over me, I knew what was going
to happen, and I was scarred that his large man-thing
would hurt me. I understood the act of sex, at least I
thought I did, as we'd spoken in health class of how
men and women became intimate, and my girlfriends and I
had often discussed about the wild side of life, as we
called sex. In fact, Shana Bailey, had already done it
with two boys, and she told us all kinds of things that
boys could do. Shana had told the three of us in our
group, that it hurt like heck the first time, and she
would never have done it if she had known how much it
hurt.
With my eyes shut, I asked, "Uncle Bill, are we going
to do it, and will it hurt?"
"Yes," was the only response my uncle made.
Then I felt the first contact of a man-thing, against
my 13-year-old slit-hole, and I pulled back from the
contact. "Maybe we shouldn't do it tonight, Uncle Bill,
I'm scarred."
Instead of answering me, Uncle Bill pushed his cock
tight against me. I felt him reach between us, and move
his cock back and forth in his hand, allowing the end
to slightly enter my slit at the opening. After a few
minutes, I was enjoying the feeling of the end of his
man-thing as it bumped against my own sex. Then my
uncle moaned out, and said, "Hell, I'm getting it, I'm
cuming Ginger Lee, now!"
I could feel the warm wetness splash in the entrance of
my cunt, and I knew what it was, and that my uncle had
reached satisfaction without entering me fully. My
thankfulness in Uncle Bill not hurting me, or entering
me fully, I expressed by telling him, "Uncle Bill, oh,
Uncle Bill, I love feeling you making me wet, your
stuff feels so hot, and smooth, I love you!"
We lay together, and after a few minutes, my uncle
moved onto his back and pulled me up on top of him. For
the next several minutes, we discussed what had
happened between us, and I wanted to reach down and
touch my uncle's wet stuff, but was afraid to do so.
Finally I told my uncle, "Until I feel like having it
up inside me, can you just work it in the edge and you
squirt your hot stuff on me, but when I'm ready I'll
let you know."
*
One night, about a month after our first time to put
our things against each other's, and we were setting on
the porch watching the stars, I felt really funny
between my legs. The need to feel my uncle working his
man-thing between my tiny slit was almost overwhelming.
Teasing my uncle, I asked him, "Would you like to do it
all the way tonight," and as I asked him, I stood up
and removed my top, shorts and my panties. Using my
hands in a sexual way, I unzipped Uncle Bill's pants,
and pulled them and his boxers down and off his legs.
Moving until I was straddling Uncle Bill's lap, I eased
my teenage cunt down until it was resting on his man-
thing. Leaning back, I looked at my uncle and told him,
"Uncle Bill, I feel really funny down there tonight,
and it makes me squirm and want something." Then I felt
he was hard, and I reached down and placed it in the
entrance between my small pussy lips, as Uncle Bill
called them. Slowly I worked the man-thing back and
forth in my cunt, and was moving up and down as I
worked my hips in jerking motions. Then a strange
sensation hit me, and I felt like my uncle had entered
me, but later Uncle Bill told me that I had allowed the
head of his cock to enter me all the way - for the
first time.
"Ugh, Uncle Bill, what happened, oh gosh it feels so
different, and are you in me?" Then I knew I was having
a climax. I felt my sex quivering. Uncle Bill told me
he was coming inside me, and for a while I was afraid.
I pushed my hips down and a sharp pain struck inside me
and I cried, "Aughhh, it hurts. As I felt the pain, my
uncle had pushed his finger up my butt, and even as I
objected, he buried it deeper. The pain in my cunt did
not lessen, as my uncle held me down on his hard thing.
Once more cried out, "I'm squirting my cum up your
pussy for your first time, and your pussy lips are
squeezing me so great, augh, yeah, I want to fuck you.
"Uncle Bill didn't take me, and he later told me in bed
how much he wanted to go all the way up inside my body,
but until I asked him to do so, he wouldn't.
Finally my uncle pulled his finger from my butt, and I
felt his thing shrink and slip from inside my tiny
cunt, that Uncle Bill called my pussy. As soon as my
uncle was out of me, I moved my hand down between us,
and my fingers were feeling Uncle Bill's soft man-
thing, and my wet slit. Moving my fingers, I lightly
touched up inside my slit, and was surprised at how
easily my finger entered me, and I actually believed it
was open more than ever before. I wasn't aware how it
opened and closed until then and later when Uncle Bill
explained such action to me. The amount of my uncle's
cum seemed more than ever before, and as I played my
fingers in it, I begin to stroke my tiny clitoris,
which my uncle had taught me that was what it was
called.
In the excitement of exploring my slit, I was
masturbating myself for the first time in my life, and
as I went off, I cried out, "Uncle Bill, its happening,
but not from you, but my fingersssss!" After I fell
forward against Uncle Bill, I started crying, and why I
don't know, but I was fearful that I had lost my
virginity. After nearly a half-hour of discussing what
all had happened with my uncle, I found out exactly
about all the sexual acts we had shared. "Uncle Bill, I
love you, and you're big down there, aren't you, cause
I've seen dad sometimes, and he isn't big like you?"
My feelings for sex still did not allow me to give up
my virginity. Several times after that, I tried to let
my cunt open like it had when we were on the porch and
I had been up on top of him, but the head of Uncle
Bill's cock couldn't enter me completely. My sex seemed
to resist the thick blunt end of my uncle's man-thing.
Several times my uncle would lick me between my legs,
and more than once his tongue would tickle and push
against my butt.
*
For the next months of our being together, we shared
the romantic and intimate stimulation of our sexual
body parts. After several times, it finally happened
that I begin to climax each time from having my uncle's
man-thing pushing against my own.
There was no school close by, so I was home schooled,
and I could use the internet to complete courses. Then
it was Thanksgiving, and while eating dinner, at one
the other ranger's home, my uncle told me, and the
others, "I have tickets for a seven-day cruise over
Christmas, so that will be Ginger Lee's present."
I could not believe it, but knowing I was going on a
cruise with my uncle was going to be a terrific
Christmas present. Smitty, the ranger whose home we
were eating Thanksgiving dinner, said he could handle
the park, and besides some cross-country skiers, the
park would be mostly closed down, so my uncle and I
could enjoy the cruise.
The night before we were to fly to Miami to catch the
cruise ship, I knew what I wanted to give my uncle for
Christmas. Our first night on the cruise would be
Christmas eve, and I begin checking out web-sites to
find out as much about sex as possible. Some of the
sites had illustrative drawings, and others had actual
photographs of male and female sex organs. By the time
we left on the plane for the cruise, I had learned all
that I could from just reading and looking at the
images on the computer.
From the time my uncle first squirted his stuff on my
cunty, we had enjoyed this activity three or more times
a week. Several times after Thanksgiving I was tempted
to let my uncle enter me, but I wanted it for his
Christmas present. I'd ordered a sexy red and white
nightgown to take on the trip with me, and it had white
fuzzy trim around the top and bottom. My only regret
was that my breasts had not grown, and if I had grown a
dozen more hairs between my legs, I would have been
surprised. I hadn't started my period, and it was
another five years before they started.
*
The day before Christmas, Smitty and his wife Joyce,
drove Uncle Bill and I to the airport, and it was a
three-hour drive each way. I was a little apprehensive
about flying, and couldn't help but ask Uncle Bill if
we would be okay, as my parent s had been killed in the
plane crash.
"Nothing will happen, Ginger Lee, and when we get to
Miami, you can look at the airplane and tell it thanks
for keeping us safe while we flew."
Taking a taxi to the cruise liner, I could not believe
how large it was, and as we entered the ship, we were
greeted by the staff and escorted to our cabin. Uncle
Bill had gotten a cabin on an outside deck, and had a
small balcony we could sit on if we wished. I unpacked
my clothes and so did my uncle. After we were done, and
I was so excited, Uncle Bill said we should go watch
the ship leave port, as it was a big celebration to do
so.
Watching as the shoreline disappeared as we left the
port, was something else, and finally we were out on
the ocean and no land was in sight. I looked at my
uncle, and whispered, "Tonight is Christmas eve, and
you are going to get something from me, I know you've
wanted for a long time." Reaching out, I took Uncle
Bill's hand in mine, saying, "But you must wait until
after midnight, so it will be given to you on Christmas
day." Then I asked in all my innocence, "Tell me the
truth, will it hurt - - - much, you know - - - when you
do it all the way, Uncle Bill?"
"Some, but it is different for each girl, as it hurts
more for some than others." Pausing for a moment, Uncle
Bill added, "Ginger Lee, you're tight down there, you
understand what I mean by that?" "It will likely cause
you some discomfort, but you can tell me when you want
more, or want me to stop as we share your giving,
okay?"
"I trust you to not hurt me any more than is necessary,
but I've been planning for this to happen since we ate
Thanksgiving. dinner with Smitty and his family"
Looking at Uncle Bill, I spoke softly, "Uncle Bill,
tonight I want to give myself to you."
"Perhaps we should not speak about this here,
especially where someone may over hear us planning my
seduction of you, or your seduction of me, it seems
like." Then my uncle led me back to our cabin, and we
enjoyed setting on the sofa and looking through the
book of activities aboard the ship. I found an ad for a
video arcade, and Uncle Bill said I could play there
while he had a cocktail in the outside lounge. We
walked to the arcade, and I told my uncle I would hunt
him up in an hour.
That evening we ate a huge meal at the buffet, and the
food was terrific. Then Uncle Bill and I strolled
around the ship's deck, and I kept looking at my watch
to see what time it was. Finally it was 10:00 P.M., and
Uncle Bill suggested we return to our cabin, but we
would walk along the deck and look at the stars and
moon. The wind was cool and after several minutes, we
entered our cabin.
I took the package with the red nighty, and walked into
the bathroom to change into it. After I was dressed in
the satin and lace outfit, I saw my puffy nipples, were
slightly visible through the material. Looking at my
pubic area, the sheer material covering my slit allowed
it to be viewed as if it was covered in a haze. Then I
opened the bathroom door, and walked into the cabin
where my uncle was laying on the bed in only his
boxers.
"Wow!" Was the first thing my uncle said as I entered
the cabin as he looked at me. Then he smiled and told
me, "You're very pretty, and I like what you're wearing
- - - did you get it just for me, for tonight?"
"Yeah, I wanted to look pretty and sexy for you, and I
hoped you would like seeing me in the outfit."
I moved over and got on the bed and lay beside Uncle
Bill, and he pulled me into his arms, and hugged me to
him. My mind was running in a million directions, and
in the forefront was the question of how I would act
when he finally went up into my sex? My life became a
mass of confusion at that moment, as I wanted to have
sex, but didn't want to give up my virginity, and most
of all was how much it would hurt. I was aware of what
it had felt like the time I sat on Uncle Bill's lap,
and the thick head of his man-thing, entered me and
pressed against my virginity.
During the time we were cuddling on the bed, my uncle
was caressing my body, not my breast or cunty, but my
back, arms, legs, and I begin to desire his touch, and
wanted to feel him move his hands over my puffy
nipples. My legs were opening and closing in what I
understood was the desire to be touched in an intimate
way between them. Then I looked at the clock, and it
was midnight, and then one minute after midnight.
Evidently, my uncle was also watching the clock, and I
watched as Uncle Bill reached down and pulled his
boxers from his body. Then his hands reached over to
me, and he caught the bottom of the short gown I was
wearing, and pulled it up over my body.
When Uncle Bill turned toward me, and pulled down my
panty of the set, I raised my hips from the bed.
Looking at my uncle, I saw him looking at my breast,
and then he was sucking them, and my nipples begin to
ache after a few minutes of the constant pressure he
was applying. Yet, I wanted him to take them however he
wished, and I felt him biting the nipples between his
teeth, I refused to cry out from the slight pain. Even
when he was biting them harder and I felt like he might
bite them off, I only hugged his face against my small
chest.
Then Uncle Bill started licking and kissing his way
down my body, down my left leg, then back up the right,
until finally his lips were covering my slit. Uncle
Bill was soon sucking my pussy lips, as he called them,
deep and hard into his mouth. Then he was applying
pressure to them with his teeth, as he had captured
both of them in his mouth, and between his teeth. "Oh,
Uncle Bill, it hurts, but don't stop," I cried out.
Uncle Bill was applying a tremendous amount of pressure
with his teeth, and nipping my clit with the edges of
his teeth. "Uncle Bill, it makes me want to die, the
feeling is so strong, but - - - oh, yes - - - yes,
Uncle Bill, I'm ready."
Pulling his face away from my clit, Uncle Bill looked
at me and asked, "Ginger Lee, honey, what is it you're
ready for, tell me exactly what you want?"
"Do it to me, be my first, you know what I want, and I
want you to put your cock inside me."
"Tell me the one word we have spoken about that I
wanted to hear from you when you would finally decide
you were ready for sex, that describes what you wish
for me to do to you, and then we will."
"You... I want you to... f-fucck me. Am I bad for
saying that word, FUCK? Oh, Uncle Bill, I WANT YOU TO
FUCK ME," I said rather loudly. I felt my uncle moved
between my legs, and lodge his thick man-thing in the
entrance of my cunt.
"It isn't a bad word when a couple are making love, so
you can say it while we enjoy being together, Ginger
Lee."
Then I felt my sex being split, and it was more direct
than when I had sat down over my uncle's cock and it
had entered me. "UNCLE BILL!" My uncle had struck deep
inside me and I felt the thick head of his man-thing
strike against my virginity. It seemed to just stop
there, and he couldn't go deeper - - - and it hurt, oh,
did it hurt, as he tried to shove it deep up into me,
and take my virginity, and I wanted my dearest uncle to
have.
With his initial entrance, Uncle Bill had shoved into
me so he was against my virginity on his first shove up
into me. "OH, OHHHH, I FEEL YOU SO DEEPPPP, EIYEEEEE,
UNCLE BILL, IT HURTS, OH WAIT - - - YEAH, UNCLE BILL -
JUST FUCK ME AND GET IT OVER WITH!"
That is exactly what my uncle did, and he drew back out
of me part way, and shoved into me quickly and with a
tremendous thrust. It felt like Uncle Bill was ripping
my cunt apart, and it hurt and stung in the most unique
way I had ever felt something hurt. "UNCLE BILL, OH
WAIT, AUGHHHHH, HELP ME, OH, HELP ME UNCLE BILL, STOP
FOR A MOMENT!" I felt my uncle pull back out of me
part, way, and I felt empty like in my cunt, and I
asked him, "Uncle Bill, will you fuck me, now?"
Then my virginity was torn apart, and this time it hurt
more than it had only moments before. "EIYEE, UNCLE
BILL, OHHHHH, IT HURTSSSS, AUGHHHHH!"
"I'll just hold it in you for a while, then when you
feel ready, I'll start moving in and out of you, and
you tell me what you want, like you did before, I love
you, Ginger Lee, are you happy?" Uncle Bill then told
me, "My gawd Ginger Lee, your pussy is so tight, and is
the tightest I have ever been in," and only one other
was even this close to being so tight, Bill recalled.
The pain in my sex was so strange, but I wanted Uncle
Bill to continue moving in and out of me. After a few
minutes as he simply held his cock up in me, I asked
him in a soft and low whisper, "Fuck me gently, please
Uncle Bill, be gentle and easy, oh yes like that," I
said as I felt him moving to my request.
For the next ten minutes, I was able to feel my uncle
making love to me, and when I felt him pressing deep in
me, and shove as far as he could up my cunt, I knew he
was letting his stuff shot into my pussycat.
"After this, nothing will ever be so wonderful when I
make love with a woman, you are perfect, and so tight
and warm inside." Then Uncle Bill endeared himself to
me, when he said, "Thanks for letting me be your first,
and you're so pretty, and feel so wonderful, and I love
your breasts, they are perfect."
When Uncle Bill pulled his man-thing out of me, I could
feel his stuff running out of me. Looking down, I saw
his man-thing was covered with blood, and I knew it was
the blood from my torn virginity. I curled up in a
ball, but Uncle Bill reached over and took a towel and
placed it so the blood would not get on the sheets. He
explained that it would be obvious what happened
between us if the ship's staff was to find the evidence
of my ruptured virginity. Eventually we got out of bed,
and Uncle Bill took me into the bathroom and washed me
off.
Taking our own beach towel with us, he folded it and
placed it on the bed and had me lie down on it. Then
Uncle Bill pulled my legs apart and he moved his
between mine, as if we were each a pair of scissors,
and then he gently entered me. We went to sleep with
him deep in my sex, and we awoke around six in the
morning and Uncle Bill slowly had sex with me. When he
went off, I knew what he wanted to hear, and I told
him, "Oh, Dear Uncle Bill, you fucked me, you just
fucked your little Ginger Lee, she will always be
yours, just as long as you wish to fuck me."
We went back to sleep, and it was nearly ten on
Christmas Day when we woke, and got out of bed. I
started to walk to the bathroom, and the feeling
between my legs was like someone had driven a burning
hot spike into my body. I moaned out, and Uncle Bill
smiled as he asked, "Been fucked like you wanted, have
you, Ginger Lee?"
"Oh, yeah, have I ever been fucked, and it feels like a
monster has been up inside my cunt."
Bill watched his charming and lovely 13-year-old niece
as she stood in front of him, and he knew what only one
other person had known. This young nymphet, standing
nude before him, was really the result of a
relationship that had started nearly 15 years
previously on another Christmas eve. Bill knew what the
incestuous relationship he had started with the young
girl was actually about, and it was more than he could
have ever dreamed about. Can or should I tell Ginger
Lee the truth as to what their relationship truly was?
Doris Ann, thank you and what did you ever tell Eddie?
Bill was brought back to reality and the present time
as he heard Ginger Lee ask him, "Uncle Bill, do I
remind you of mom, everyone always said we looked and
acted exactly alike?"
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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