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                            MY NIECE RITA
                             Chapter One

      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 12 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 12 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 12th 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 12.  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 twelveth 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 eleven 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 eleven 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.



                            MY NIECE RITA
                             Chapter Two

      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 12 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 12 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 naivetι, 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 bloodstream 
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 twelve and Sara was eleven 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 12 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 12 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, slimy 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
