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Original posting date: 
Tuesday PM, December 11, 2001

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Story_codes: M/f

Story_intro: 
As a male in my mid-thirties, I thought by now I had faced all of the demons I would need to face in my life, but that is before my reunion with Jessie.  Jessie is the daughter of my wife’s brother.  Eight years ago we lived 2 hours from Jessie and her parents and as a 5 year old I found her to be very bubbly, cheerful and an all around good kid. 


Jessie's Reunion, part 1

Written by Chad


	Each time we met, she would run up to me and give me the biggest hug and kiss on the side of my mouth.  So close to a kiss on the lips, I’d have to turn my head to avoid something that others might find strange considering I was not even blood related.  I knew that this was just her nature as a very affectionate and loving child and I never felt it was an issue.

	Today I was to see Jessie again for the first time since those days as we now live in southern Florida.  Jessie is out of school for the summer and I am flying up to bring her down from PA for a visit with my family in Florida.  My wife’s job is hectic at this point and it seems most logical for me to escort her down for the trip. In nearly a month, her mom and dad will pick her up when they drive down to visit us.

	As I walked off the plane and into the terminal, I quickly recognized Brad and Cindy my brother and sister-in-law.  As I came closer, out from behind them stepped Jessie who on first sight took my breath away.  Her blonde hair, a bit darker now, was straight and stopped just past her shoulders.  She was always thin, but now that she has some height that thin, young, newly-teen frame has started to give way to blossoms and curves that almost stopped me in my tracks.  After the obligatory hugs from the adults I turned to Jessie and as before, she threw her arms around me. This time they went around my neck and held me there as she looked at me tearfully and muttered “I missed you uncle Chad”.  She leaned in for her patented kiss and for the first time, I did not want to turn my head away, but did so reluctantly.  After her kiss on the corner of my mouth, I realized how I was reacting to this 13 year old girl and I knew I could not allow  those feelings to happen.  My mind however, continued  racing and by the time she let go of me and stepped back, I had taken a mental inventory of the wonderful changes in her. Budding breasts under a tight shirt showing her flat belly, short white shorts leaving almost all of her tanned, smooth legs to view and a twinkle in her eye showing a sense of self confidence.

	Walking out of the terminal, I purposefully engaged conversation with Brad and Cindy to gain perspective and allow myself to acclimate. I was to spend two days with them before taking Jessie home with me and I hoped that by then I would have control of these feelings.  As Jessie walked ahead, toting my carry-on, my eyes unconsciously were drawn to my 13 year old niece’s ass like a magnet.  The childlike shape had begun its way to a firmness that forced my mind to wonder what treasures lie beneath.  Prying my glances away, my mind took off again wondering what her panties must look like and again magnetically, I found myself scanning for a panty line but to no avail.  Not until we arrived at their Suburban and Jessie put down my bag to turn get the keys from her father, did I get the faintest glimpse of a thong strap appearing through the top of her white shorts disappearing between her cheeks. (You should know that I am a self proclaimed panty lover and this find had fortunate timing as I was able to jump in the backseat and cover myself to prepare for the 2 hour trip to their home in rural PA.)  Covering my crotch with a magazine I had bought in Tampa, I settled in behind Cindy and Jessie jumped in the other side behind the driver’s seat, but scooted over to me for another hug.  Wrapping her arms around my arm, she leaned onto my shoulder and laid her head to rest there as we all chatted for the first 30 minutes, then quieted down for a peaceful ride. Glancing down to my left, I noticed a bird’s eye view of Jessie’s chest and though her breasts were indeed merely budding, the tightness of her shirt and bra were an obvious successful attempt to form a nice cleavage that again had me stirring.  

	Jessie must have sensed this stirring and sat up and asked softly if I minded that she was laying on me.  I said, “of course not” and she smiled and innocently began to leaf through the magazine on my lap, which was dedicated to pre-viewing the upcoming football season.   It was starting to get dark and soon was too dark to see, so Jessie offered to share a blanket she had pulled from the back. Placing a pillow on the seat to her left, she looked at me and instructed me to “stretch out and get some rest.”  “You can lay on me”, she said and with that I leaned onto my left side. She had stretched out on her back across the seat and covered us with the blanket except for my head that rested on her waist. My hand rested innocently on her right thigh  as there was no other place for it.  “This is nice”, she whispered as her mother leaned back to look at our position. I was sure she would not approve of our coziness, but she exclaimed,  “you two get some sleep, we still have another hour to go”.    

	Painfully aware of my position and opportunity, I froze still under the blanket, afraid of moving.  My hand was on a 13 year old girl’s smooth thigh and I knew moving my index finger upward the slightest bit, would undoubtedly meet with her denim covered pussy.
I soon realized that her left thigh had closed in on my hand and moving it would be obvious to her. The last thing I wanted was to scare her and take away her innocence and force her to hate me.  Resigning to do nothing out of line I began to relax. 

	My face had been lying on the blanket which was the difference between innocence and perversion on my part. That is until she made an adjustment to get comfortable. The blanket inadvertently had pulled from between my cheek and her stomach and now I knew I was in trouble.  “That’s better”, she said as now my bare cheek was on her belly, my tongue just inches from her belly button.  My cock stirred once again and after moving it away from her leg, which would surely have been noticed by Jessie, I found my index finger laying innocently against her denim covered crotch.  

	Soon I felt all rational thought leave me. I knew I had to test the innocence of my situation. I realized noticeable warmth under my finger and had to know if it was the blanket, innocent teen desire or my perverted imagination.  I very slowly pressed my finger into Jessie and hoped not to get a negative response. Her stomach was rising and falling at a normal rate almost as if she were sleeping.  Making a slight movement from side to side, I noticed her young lips had been parted by the seam of her shorts and I could make out the entire outline of her pussy.  

	Her breathing began to deepen and I then began to press the length of my finger between her lips and apply even more pressure into the top, around her clit.  Jessie sighed noticeably and for a second clamped her legs together.  Once again thinking I was doomed, she then released them and with my timid return to play I noticed a distinct wetness in addition to the warmth.  Wanting a direct touch so badly, I kissed her belly and ran my fingers of my right hand, down  to the  leg opening of her shorts. Inside her right thigh, the baby soft skin between her pussy and leg put waves of excitement through my body as no one could ever imagine.  Trying to slip two fingers under the leg of her shorts, I found the crotch of her thong but it was pressed too tightly into her by her tight fitting shorts.  I just had to explore her treasures and ran my hand up to find the snap and zipper of her shorts. Suddenly and with all of the poorest timing in the world, Cindy leaned over the seat.  I froze as she proclaimed to my disappointment, “We’re home!”  

	Sitting up quickly I watched as we pulled into the driveway. The garage door opened to swallow us in a symbolic end to my first lewd and lustful experience with my sexy teenage niece.  I did say first didn’t I?

	









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