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 This is Part 4 of a series of fictional stories meant only to provide adult
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   A few months had passed since the funeral.  I had cleaned out my Uncle's
house, It was now on the market, and would soon be sold.  I didn't want any
money out of it, my mother, who never did find good work, could have it
all. I didn't want anything from him.

   Except the pictures.

   I had been through the entire envelope of pictures that I had found in
his basement, and had sorted them into a rough time line based on my
apparent age.  A few were dated, that helped.

   I was an infant in the first pictures, eyes closed, trying to nurse from
the tip of his cock.  As a toddler I was often erect, naked, and with my
hands or mouth wrapped around his cock.

   As a roughly 2-3 year old little boy, I spent a lot of time running
naked in the pool or sprinkler.  There was the period of me at 4 or 5 in
cartoon character underwear, which I always seemed very proud of.

   At around 9 years old, after the fishing trip where he first explained
sex to me, the pictures become mostly just my cock, me naked, or me
kneeling before him in my white socka and briefs, sucking his cock.

   There was the one of me on the bed, waiting to be fucked, and a great
many of him fucking me from behind.

   In the last few months, before they ended, the pictures changed. 
Whereas all the others were straight forward naked shots, towards the end
there was me at age 11 or 12 in diapers, me in panties, me in a dress.

   Those were strange days near the end of our relationship.

   I was 11, and it had been about a year since my uncle had started to
fuck me.  We had settled into a routine where 3 or 4 times a week, while my
mother worked the late shift at the job he had gotten her, he would have
me.

   He always fucked me from behind, usually on the bed, but sometimes he
bent me over the arm of the couch in the living room.  He took a lot of
pictures.  I believe he traded pictures of me with other men, which would
explain the pictures of young boys and girls that I didn't know.

   Mostly I still sucked him.  Fucking took too long, and was messy, and we
didn't always have time.  Truth was that I really didn't like being fucked
that much, and if I could get him to cum in my mouth, I could avoid him
mounting me.

   It led to some strange scenes where I was struggling to keep his cock in
my mouth and finish him, while he would try to pull me off to save his load
for my ass.  He was a lot stronger than me, so mostly he got what he
wanted.

   My body had grown, and I had lost the roundish androgynous look of a 9
or 10 year old, and was starting to get leggy and thin like a pre teen.  My
penis was still small and hairless, as my uncle often reminded me, although
when erect, it grew to maybe a thin 4 inches.  I was erect more often now.
Hey; what boy having sex 3 or 4 times a week wouldn't be?,

   My uncle was the only person I had sex with.  I am not sure why, but I
hadn't really thought about sex with anyone else.  I did start to notice
girls, and often thought about the growing lumps on the chests of the girls
in my class.  As my body matured, I believe my uncle was less excited by
me. He stopped taking me special places like fishing trips and ball games.
It took him longer and longer to cum when I sucked him.  As he fucked me,
he used to call me son, now increasingly it was "baby".

   Where the sex was very masculine in the past: Two males just doing what
a man and boy were supposed to do, now it seemed like he wanted me to be
more feminine.  My hair had always been short, now he wanted me to let it
grow longer.  I didn't mind not having sex as much, but I felt like he
didn't want or like me anymore, and I still felt like I needed him.

   One time, on coming home from school, I found him sitting in his chair,
and as usual, I went into my room to "take off my school clothes" , where I
found a package of girl's underwear on the bed.  I came out in my briefs,
holding the underwear.  I was actually angry.

   I thought that my uncle had a girl that he was fucking, and that these
were her underwear.  Maybe that's why we weren't having sex as much?  I was
angry and jealous.

   He tried to calm me down and told me that no, there was no girl, but
that he thought maybe I could try wearing some special clothes for him.  He
said that he really wanted to see me in the panties, and that it would make
him so happy.  He swore nobody would see me.  He loved me so much, and I
had always been a good boy for him, why couldn't I just try it?

   I went back into my room and slipped my briefs and socks off.  I
remember standing there naked, wondering what to do.  I was a boy, I didn't
want to be a girl, but it would make my uncle so happy, and maybe if I made
him happy it could be like it was before he started to lose interest in me?
Maybe he could start being my daddy again?

   I slipped the panties on, and up over my thighs.  They were very smooth,
almost silky, and my cock felt really nice in them.  I ran my hands up and
down over my thighs, and my cock started to stir.  I saw myself in the
mirror and smiled.

   As I walked into the room he gasped.  He stared, and I saw that hungry
look in his eye, like when he first had me.  I walked over to him, and
stood before him, as he ran his hands all over my body.  He hadn't done
that in a very long time, and it felt wonderful.

   As a boy, it seemed my job was to please him, but as a girl, he seemed
much more interested in pleasing me.  He kept rubbing my cock through the
fabric.  Then he picked up a hairbrush from the table and began to brush my
hair.  This was new and erotic.  To feel his hands on me in a caring way.

   He brushed my now shoulder length hair into two pigtails and finished
them off with small pink hair bands.  He pushed me back a bit to admire his
creation and he smiled.  "You are so pretty baby, so hot" I was thrilled at
the attention, and after a while, not knowing what else to do, I started to
get down on my knees, so I could suck his cock, but he shook his head, "no
baby, let's go to the bedroom".  He actually held my hand as we walked.

   When we got into the bedroom, I climbed up on the bed and was getting
into my head down ass up position, when he said "no baby, stay on your back
this time".  I was confused.

   I lay there and he took his clothes off, I watched.  He was still in
good shape.  His cock still full thick and powerful.  He was still the bull
male, only now I was a girl to him, our relationship was different.  I
could see myself in the mirror over his dresser, and I did look like a
little, underdeveloped girl.  It was thrilling and confusing.

   He came over the top of me and started kissing me.  KISSING ME!  He had
never done that before.  His hands were everywhere, he called me baby and
sweetie.  I didn't know what to do so I put my hands up and rubbed his arms
and back.  He tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and it explored me.  I
slowly realized that I should move my tongue as well, and soon we were
passionately kissing.  My little penis was hard, I was tingly in my butt.

   He played with my nipples licking and biting at them, his hands avoided
my cock, by grabbed at my ass, kneading and squeezing.  He had so rarely
tried to please me when we had had sex in the past, I wasn't used to this.
My mind was reeling, and despite the fact that he had fucked me many times,
I wanted him inside me for the first time ever.  I realized that this
wasn't something that he was going to do "to me" as our sex had always been
in the past.  We were going to do this "together".  Maybe that's what men
and women did?

   He disengaged from me and sat up, straddling my legs.  His cock full and
thick, lay across my panties, gleaming with pre-cum.  He smiled and then
pulled the panties off me.  I lay there naked, and for the first time in a
while felt that I was his, that I belonged to him, and wanted to make him
happy.

   He walked forward on his knees, grabbed my legs and brought them up to
his shoulders.  I didn't understand, he had always fucked me from behind.
But as he shuffled up and placed his cock at my hole, I figured it out. 
For the first time ever, I looked into his eyes as he pushed his cock into
me.  He was smiling as he entered me, and leaned down to kiss me.  His
tongue forced its way into my mouth, and his hands pinched and rubbed at my
nipples as he started to move in and out of me.  It was different though;
gentler, more caring.  As he found his rhythm, and I tried to match him,
his eyes kind of glazed over, and his face lost expression.  He was back to
being the big bull male about to deposit his load, and I was just today's
cum dump location.

   He talked during sex, which he never did when I was a boy.  "Baby, fuck
me, that's right baby, take daddies cock" it didn't last long, eventually
found the right rhythm, he speed doubled, my body kept rolling back onto my
shoulders as he pounded into me.  It was different.  He was on top of me,
covering me.  I knew when he was approaching his limit, and told him what
he wanted to hear "that's right daddy, fuck me, fuck your little girl..."
and he gasped, shuddered lost the stroke, picked it up, and spasmed again
and again as he filled me.  He stayed there for a while, smiling down at me
and occasionally I could feel his body twitch as he spurted into me again.
Eventually he was done, he pulled out of me, and went to take a shower,
saying nothing.

   I didn't know what to do.  I stayed there while he showered, and
afterwards, when he came out, he just casually told me that I had better go
wash up, as my mom would be home soon.

   This was the start of something new in our relationship.  He never
called me Chris anymore, always honey, or baby.  He bought more girls
clothes, and always put my hair into pigtails when he had me.  The sex was
great for a while.  I really enjoyed the attention he paid me.  Wearing the
dresses felt strange, but I like the feeling of the air around my panties,
so much cooler than wearing jeans.  It almost made up for the queasy
feeling I had at dressing up and pretending to be a girl.

   He took me places, we went to ball games stayed in hotels overnight, and
when we did, I was his princess.  I was a boy by day, and a girl by night.
I had my man back, and I felt safe and secure in him again.

   He also started taking me around to his friend Hank's place.  Hank was a
good old boy and a shade tree mechanic, who lived just outside town.  Hank
has a young nephew named Johnny who must have been 3 or 4 at the time.  I
ended up babysitting Johnny a lot while the two of them shared beers and
stories.  Often Hank would have a small pool in the back yard, and because
it was "just us boys" and we didn't bring suits, Johnny and I would swim
naked while Hank and Uncle Bill sat a little ways away and shared beers and
talked.

   I liked being an "older brother" to Johnny.  I never looked at him
sexually, after all, we were boys and boys did things for men.  Boys didn't
do things with other boys.  There were a few pictures of Johnny and I in
the manila envelope as well.

   These were good day, weird days, but good days.  I didn't really want to
be a girl, but for the time being it seemed to make things better for
everybody.

   One day, soon after my 12th birthday, Uncle Bill and I were in bed, he
was running his hands all over my body, down to the silk panties I had on,
and up to the silky bra he had bought for me.  He spent some time rubbing
me through the silky panties, and I felt strange, tingly all over.  "Don't
stop" I said as I grabbed his hand and held it on my crotch.  He looked
confused.  As a boy I never could have gotten away with that, but it seemed
I had more rights as a girl.

   He smiled and continued to rub my crotch "you like that don't you,
little bitch" "You like it when daddy plays with your little clitty".  "Yes
Daddy pay with my clitty, don't stop, that feels good" he continued for a
few minutes and I grew flushed, confused and slowly arched my back off the
bed to force his hand onto me, as I cried out in the first orgasm I had had
from him in a long time.

   But this one was different, I felt the warm wet stickiness flow over in
my panties.  I knew what happened, I had cum for the first time.  I had
cum! My uncle had always told me that he could cum and I couldn't because
men could cum and boys couldn't.  That meant I was a man now, and not a
boy, which was strange for a boy in silky bra and cum soaked panties to
think, but that was my first thought.

   He laughed at me a bit and said "Congratulations baby, you're a man
now", as he removed my panties and rubbed his cock over mine to coat it
with cum.  He then flipped me over on my stomach, pushed my face down into
the pillows and pulled my ass up to him, he repositioned himself and
quickly pushed his cock into me.  I was elated, and smiling as he fucked
me, and I think that bothered him.  He seemed angry as he fucked me,
pounding much harder than usual, and now calling me his "Whore" and "Slut".

   Afterwards I was confused.  He had always told me that boys serviced
men, and that was normal, but that only queer men or faggots serviced other
men.  What was I?  I had kind of hoped he would see me becoming a man as
some sort of great father son milestone, but instead it just made him
angry.

   Soon the weirdness grew worse.  He seemed to go out of his way to try to
deny my burgeoning maleness.  He wouldn't let me grow pubic hair.  He
started dressing me as a girl and taking me for rides in the car, even
going through drive through restaurant windows, ordering meals for his
"Niece".  I was terrified that someone would recognize me.  I tried to
shrink down in the car as we drove.  I was terrified, and didn't know why
he was doing this to me.  I had done everything he wanted, I was a good
boy.

   Often he would stop by Hank's place and they would chat while my Uncle
had his arm over my shoulder.  Hank no doubt knew that I was Chris, but he
played along calling me "Molly", as my uncle had introduced me.  They both
told me how pretty I was, Hank brushing his hands across my cheek.  I was
mortified.  I think he was trying to show me that I was still his property
and could do with me what he chose.

   He would sometimes put me in baby girl clothes, including diapers and
have me suck on a pacifier.  He took pictures of me like that and
threatened to show them to people if I "misbehaved".  Sometimes at night,
when I was in diapers, and we slept together, he would snake his cock down
the inside of the diaper and pee.  I remember the feel of the warm liquid
on splashing onto me, I would often then pee as well at the same time.  I
would have to sit in his pee until morning before he would let me change.

   Sometimes he spanked me and had me stand naked in the corner.  I didn't
understand what was happening, and was getting to the point that having him
in my life, having a man to love me wasn't worth it, if it came with all
this weird stuff.

   Looking back now, I think some of it was that he only liked pre-pubertal
little boys, and girls, and I was really neither anymore, and he just
didn't find me exciting, increasingly only kink and fetish could get him
hard anymore.

   The final straw came when, out for a ride, we stopped by Hank's place. I
was wearing a sun dress, white cotton panties.  My hair in pig tails.  At
Hank's they made small talk, and then Hanks nephew Johnny came out of the
house and walked over to where we were standing.  My Uncle Bill picked the
boy up and said "My he's getting to be a big boy now isn't he?" "So you
think he would mind if I took him to go get some ice cream?" The boy said
"Please Uncle Hank, can I can I, please?" Hank thought a moment and said
"Well that would be fine I guess,

   Molly, why don't you wait here with me?" I started to protest, but my
uncle hushed me "that's a great idea, Hank, you can get to know Molly a
little better".

   Very quickly my uncle placed the unsuspecting 4 year old in the car, and
drove off.  The trade had been made.  I watched them drive away down the
gravel road, and then felt Hank's firm hand on my shoulder.  "Let's go back
into the house Molly, Gee your so pretty aren't you".

   I was terrified, I thought that he would find out that I was Chris
(shows you how naive I was) and that I would get in trouble.  I had no idea
he was going to rape me.

   We went inside and he handed me a beer, which I had never tasted before,
but I was just trying to go along with whatever he wanted.T It tasted
bitter and made me dizzy and nauseous.  "Come here honey" he said as he
pulled me onto his lap on the couch.  I was trembling as his hands went up
under the sundress and rubbed my thighs and then my chest.  "You are such a
sweet thing Molly, why don't you take off that dress so I can see how
pretty you really are?"

   I hesitated, and said "No, I don't think I should, my uncle will be back
soon".  He laughed, "Honey your uncle won't be back for hours, and with
that he pushed me down on the couch and got on top of me and started
kissing me.  His tongue pushed into my mouth as his hands groped my flat
chest.  "You're going to have nice titties here someday Molly".

   He stopped for moment while he stood up and unbuckled his jeans, I lay
there watching him, trembling.  "Don't be scared Honey, you're uncle Bill
tells me you are the hottest fuck in town" and with that he dropped his
pants and his cock popped out.  Bigger than Uncle Bills, it was uncut and
ugly, glistening with pre cum.  That's when I realized that he knew who I
was, I started to cry.

   It didn't matter to Hank, who grabbed me off the couch, forced me to my
knees, and pushed my face onto his cock.  Tears streamed down my face as he
slid his cock in and out of my mouth.  He held onto my pig tales, pushing
deep into my mouth.  At first I tried to just kneel and take it, but I had
been sucking my uncle's cock for years, and my tongue instinctively tried
to make him feel good.  "That's right you little slut, use your tongue. 
You wanted this didn't you?" "I've wanted to do this for a long time, Bills
been keeping you all to yourself, but not anymore bitch".

   He pumped my mouth for a while, and then suddenly pulled out, flung me
over the arm of the sofa, and hiked my dress up over my head.  He pulled my
panties down and held my neck tightly as he found my hole with the tip of
his cock.  He pushed my face down onto the sofa as he entered me.  "oh My
god, Bill was right, you are so tight baby" he said as he began to pump
into me.

   I was humiliated, terrified, in tears and finally at that moment
realized that I had been used by Bill my whole life.  He never cared for
me, he only did what he needed to do to control me.  I was so stupid, and
felt so used.  Hank had a different rhythm than Uncle Bill, and I had no
interest in pleasing him, so it took forever before he came in me.

   He eventually started to speed up the stroke and start to call me names
like bitch and slut, and telling me how much I wanted it.  Eventually he
jerked a few times, gasped and I felt the familiar warm feeling as he
filled me with his cum.  He stayed in me for a while running his hands
along my thighs and telling me how soft I was, and how we were going to
become lovers now.

   After a while, he softened and slipped out, he went to get a beer, and
left me crying stinking of cum and disheveled on the couch.  He took his
shirt off, put on some boxers and came back in the room, handing me another
beer.  He put me on his lap and we watched a ball game, his hands fondling
my cock.  That's where we were when Uncle Bill drove up.

   Johnny was crying and leaped out of the car as soon as it stopped, I got
up off Hanks lap, and ran outside.  I got in the car, and Hank and Bill
talked for a while.  We drove home in silence.

   Just as we arrived back at our house, I told him.  "You aren't going to
touch me again ever" "If you do I will tell my mother, and the police". 
And that was the last thing I ever said to Bill.

   My mother lost her job the next day, Bill kicked us out of the house,
and we left town soon after that.

   I never told my mother what happened.  She didn't need to know.

   I picked up the picture, careful not to disturb the chronological
sequence, and put them into a metal box.  I closed the box, keeping only
one picture out.  It was one of me around age 2 or 3, naked in the
sprinkler.  That one somehow meant something to me.

   I stared at the picture for a long time, looking at the happy boy that I
used to be, and sipped slowly on some whiskey.  I started remembering what
came after, but that's another story.....