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I grew up in a fairly small town. Like all the other houses within walking distance of downtown, our house was an old house. An old house with character, built in the Craftsman style. What it lacked in modern comforts, such as multiple bathrooms, big closets, or a dishwasher, it had character, character in spades. All the houses in the area had character, even if some were a bit run down and in sore need of a little TLC.

It was a very safe town. Kids could roam about outside and alone, and no one messed with them, much less did anything bad to them. For the most part, folks didn't even lock their doors, though that was changing.

My Mama's youngest brother, Uncle Joe lived a few blocks away. He was divorced, lived alone and was always great fun. I just loved going to see him whenever he was off work and at home, and he was always glad to see me. You see, Uncle Joe sexually molested me, and I just loved getting all naked with him and getting all the funny feelings he gave me.

The molestation began when I was about ten years old, almost eleven, but I was okay with all of it, more than okay. Besides, I sort of started it all.

It was after school and I was sitting at my vanity having just combed out my shoulder-length, shiny blond hair. I really loved the bounce and full body it had, as did everyone who commented on it. I got lots of comments on my hair, as well as the sparkle and clarity of my bright blue eyes. I got my hair and my eyes from my mama. She was beautiful, as was her sister, my Aunt Bess who had dark hair, but the same blue eyes.

Sitting there I was admiring my feet, especially the purple and gold cloth ankle bracelet and the two silver toe rings I'd bought earlier that year with my Christmas money. With toenails painted different colors, I thought my feet looked cute. With my eleventh birthday coming up in a just a few months, I was sure to get more cash, but what I was going to buy with it, I hadn't a clue. My thoughts quickly shifted from my feet and cash to speculating on whether I would soon inherit my mama's full breasts. Feet, tits, money I don't know why I was thinking about those things at the same time, but I was. It's what I was thinking about when Mama called me downstairs.

Mama was talking on the phone with her sister when I made it down. They talked a lot on the phone. She didn't even stop talking when she handed me the plate of food to take to Uncle Joe, leftovers from the previous night's supper. That was a pretty common thing to do, and no instructions were necessary. Mama would also always call him to let him know that I was on my way over, so he'd be on the alert for me to arrive, that way if I didn't show... I always showed up, but I guess if I didn't...

Well, this particular afternoon, Mama got distracted yakking it up with my aunt and didn't call him. Like I always did, I cut through a few neighbors yards, as that was the quickest way to get there. No one minded. Not Miss Ruby, nor the Johnsons, and certainly not Mr. Burrows who I often encountered working in his garden barely dressed and who frequently had a basket of fresh veggies to bring home to my mother.

Arriving at Uncle Joe's backdoor, I used the key under the door mat, let myself in and went in search of him. I found him, in the bathroom taking a bath.

"Bunny, what are you doing here?" he asked genuinely surprised to see me suddenly standing beside the bathtub where he was soaking.

"I brought you supper," I said as I checked out the submerged dim shadow between his legs.

"Clara didn't call," he replied a bit flustered. "Just leave it on the table."

"I did already."

He was expecting me to go and give him his privacy, but instead I sat on the edge of the tub and looked closer into the murky-gray bath water.

"What's that?" I asked pointing to the indefinite shape between his legs.

"What's what?" he answered without answering.

"That thing. Between your legs." No sooner had I said that than I realized what it was. "Oh! It's your thingie!"

"Uh, you shouldn't be in here, Bunny," he said while turning a bright shade of red.

"Can I see?"

"What? No! Now get out. Scoot! Vamoose!"

"But I want to see it. >Mary Lou says that she sees her brother's thingie all the time and I want to see one. I asked Daddy, but he won't let me see his thingie."

"I guess not. �Now get!"

"No! I want to see!"

"Out of the question, Bunny. Your mama would skin me alive if I showed you and your dad, he'd kill me!"

"No they wouldn't," I replied knowing that neither my mama nor daddy would ever do any such thing.

"Just leave please, the water's getting cold."

"Not until you let me see it."

There was a momentary impasse.

"Okay, have it your way," he told me ready to get out whether I was there or not. "But don't you ever tell anyone, especially your mama or daddy. Promise?"

"I promise."

With that he pulled the plug and stood up.

Oh, wow! It was so big! The only thingie I'd ever seen before was little Davy's when Aunt Bess was changing his diaper. It was so cute and little.� But not Uncle Joe's. His was big, fat and long, and he had something else too, something extra hiding behind his thingie that little Davy didn't have.

"Hand me a towel," he asked.

I handed him a dry bath towel. Standing in the tub, Uncle Joe proceeded to dry off facing me and giving me a good look. After drying everything but his feet, he stepped from the tub, faced away from me, bent over and dried his feet. That done, he turned, tossed me the damp towel and strolled out of the bathroom naked.

I wasn't about to miss a minute of this and followed him to his bedroom where he fished out pair of gym shorts from a pile of clothes and pulled them on. The show was over.

"You're a naughty little girl, Bunny," my uncle chastised. "I ought to tell your mother what a bad girl you are."

Suddenly I realized that I could be in big trouble. Mama would probably spank me!

"Please, don't tell Mama, Uncle Joe. Please..."

"I'd be crazy to tell your mama about any of this, and you'd be crazy to tell her too. She'd blister your butt until you couldn't sit for a week!"

"I know! I know! Please don't tell her."

"I'm not going to tell her. Are you?"

"No, no, no, I'm not."

"And you can't tell anyone else either. Not your daddy, not Aunt Bess, and never tell any of your friends. Tell your friends and they'll blab about it all over town and it will get back to your mama. So tell, no one! No one, you hear!"

"I won't tell. I promise."

"Well, you see to it, little girl.

"You know, I could get in a lot trouble over this," he continued with a I-mean-it serious look, "maybe sent to prison for a long time, so you don't tell anyone. Ever!"

"I won't, Uncle Joe. I won't.� I promise." I was crying by that time. I didn't want to get into trouble and I didn't want Uncle Joe to get into trouble either. I never told anyone... ever. And I never told anyone what happened later either.

It was a few months later. Aunt Bess was down with the flu with three little ones to look after. According to Mama, Uncle Blake was worthless around the house, and Aunt Bess couldn't get out of the bed, so Mama went to stay with them until she got better. My daddy was out of town for the next few weeks working on a job. Mama would be gone overnight, and I had school the next day. So what to do? I stayed with Uncle Joe overnight.

Everything was pretty normal that evening. Uncle Joe took me to a local mom and pop restaurant he frequented. We had supper (not as good as Mama's cooking) and then went home. Uncle Joe helped me with my homework and then sent me off to get my bath and get ready for bed.

So, I'm in the bathtub and he walks in on me.

"Uncle Joe! What are you doing?"

"I just came in to talk," he answered.

"You can't be in here!" I protested.

"Why not? It's my bathroom and you're my niece. Besides, you walked in on me. Remember?" Yes, I did remember.

"I've not heard a peep out of your mama about you wanting to see my thingie."

"I didn't tell."

"No, you didn't and that's good. That's why we're having this conversation now, Bunny. You see, fair is fair. I showed you my thingie and now you have to show me yours."

"Uh, I don't have a thingie," I replied with a giggle.

"No, you don't, but I think you know what I mean.

"Of course you don't have to show me, Bunny," he continued. "Just tell me no. I'll leave and this conversation never took place. But if you do show me yours, I'll show you my thingie again. And this time, you can look all you want."

Seeing his thingie again was one of my top priorities. I'd seen it, for just a minute or so, but I wanted to see it again, study it up close. But... could I let him see me... down there? Why not? My daddy had seen me down there not long ago and I was fine with that. Why shouldn't I let Uncle Joe see me, like he let me see him? Just looking never hurt anything.

A few weeks before I overheard Daddy saying just that, that "Just looking never hurt anything," after Mama caught him with some kind of magazine she didn't like.

I pulled the plug and stood up just like he had. "I need a towel."

He handed me a clean dry towel. While he watched, I dried off. He helped me step from the tub so I could dry my feet. Thinking that he'd seen enough, I went to wrap the towel around me.

"No, towel," he said as he tugged it loose and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me out of the bath and into his living room where I noticed that all the shades had been drawn.

He had me stand before him while he sat on an ottoman, which put his head at about chest level to me. He studied me for a while and then had me turn so he could see my backside.

"Nice!" he said. "Very nice!" I turned back to face him.

"Bunny, you are a very beautiful girl," he said. Gosh, he thought I was beautiful! "And you have a very pretty little pussy."

"Pussy? What's a pussy?" I honestly had never heard the term before.

"Uh, down there," he replied pointing to my sex.

"Oh, down there."

"Uh, forget I said pussy. Okay? That's a slang word and it's not very polite, so I don't want you using that word. It might slip out and get your mama to asking questions.

"So, Bunny, what do you call it?"

"Down there."

"Yes, down there," he replied pointing.

"That's what I call it, down there."

"Oh, okay," he laughed.

"You really think I'm beautiful, Uncle Joe?"

"Yes, Bunny, you are very beautiful and I'm so very lucky to know just how beautiful you are."

"And you think my pus... you think I'm pretty down there?"

"You can't imagine how pretty I think you are down there.

"Now it's your turn," he said. "You want to see my thingie again?"

"Yes! Yes!" I gushed with probably a little too much enthusiasm.

He stood and told me sit on the ottoman. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Then he stood straight up and stripped his shirt over his head reveling his heavily muscled chest. I'd seen him shirtless many times before and always wished he'd go around bare-chested more. He was such a hunk!

I liked seeing Daddy shirtless when he was lounging about the house on his day off. But Mama was always fussing at him about it, so sometimes he got up and put a shirt on. Mama was like that, kind of bossy.

I also liked seeing Mr. Burrows shirtless too when he was working in his garden, but he wasn't as beautiful as my Uncle Joe or my daddy was. It's okay to call a man beautiful, isn't it? It's not that Mr. Burrows didn't have a nice body, because for an old man he did, but with all that gray hair and whiskers and wild looking hair, he wasn't exactly beautiful.

Come to think of it, at that time I don't think I'd ever seen Uncle Blake without a shirt. He was lawyer of some sort and always seemed to be wearing a coat and tie, even when it really hot outside. But I digress...

Grinning and looking me right in the eye, Uncle Joe undid his belt, unzipped and pushed his jeans down and then off. Standing again, just inches from me I saw that his underwear was tented out. He unsnapped his boxer shorts all the way and his shorts fell to the floor.

Oh, my gosh! He looked so different now than he did before. Before it just sort of hung down loosely. Not now.� Now it was standing straight out and pointed at me. Not only that, it looked bigger, a lot bigger, and longer and thicker. And with it out of the way, I could now clearly see the sack and what I'd soon learn, his testicles. I was awestruck.

With the tapered purplish-brown head almost in my face, I couldn't help but notice the tiny slit at the very end.

I moved my head to the side to get a better look at it from the side. Uncle Joe helped by rotating his hips slightly to the side. That's when I saw the most amazing thing. It began to move, getting bigger and harder by the moment, rising until it stood almost straight up and the skin was stretched tight around it, becoming almost translucent to reveal crisscrossing thick blue veins. And I noticed for the first time, the thick bulging tube that ran from the base to just under the flared head. I looked and looked. To me it looked like something a space alien might have, but Uncle Joe wasn't a space alien, he was Mama's little brother, even though he wasn't very little.

I moved my head to see the other side and Uncle Joe again helped by rotating his hips the other way. Again I looked and looked. Periodically I'd look up and our eyes would meet momentarily before I looked down again. It was oddly beautiful and I was mesmerized with it. I'd heard somewhere that if you looked a cobra in eye, that it would hypnotize you long enough for it to bite you. It was sort of like that, except it never bit me.

Having seen enough for the moment and doing what he did to me I told him, "Turn around." He turned and I saw for not the first time, his bare firm naked ass. I'd seen it when he had bent over to dry his feet some months before and seen it as he walked from the bath to his bedroom, but this time I could look all I wanted.

I had him turn back so I could see his thingie again. To my surprise it didn't look the same as a few minutes before. No longer was it standing straight up, but was now drooping down. Not droopy-droopy like the first time I saw it, but more or less hanging down and still really big, but not as big as before.

After gawking at his manhood for a few more minutes, watching it as it went totally soft, he broke the spell saying, "Well, that was certainly fun, Bunny. But it's getting late and you have school tomorrow and I have to work. So, if you've looked enough, we both need to go to bed.

"Would you like a snack before turning in? How about some milk and cookies?"

I nodded my head and I was led nude into his kitchen. I sat and watched as he moved about going to the fridge, pulling down a glass, pouring the milk, and retrieving a bag of cookies from his pantry before setting it all down in front of me. He allowed me two cookies and put the rest up, my eyes glued to his flexing taut buttocks and his now free swinging cock and balls. Then he stood next to me, his thingie mere inches from my face, his hand petting my hair while I had my snack.

When the last crumb and last drop of milk was consumed he told me, "Now, go brush your teeth and get to bed."

I did as I was told and while I brushed, he picked up my clothes from the bathroom and took them to my room. With my teeth sparkling, we met in the doorway.

"Give me a hug, baby," he said.

Up until that moment, we hadn't touched each other, just looked. Now as he enveloped me in his strong arms and pressed me into his bare skin, his hands gently caressed my bare back. I liked that, the skin to skin contact.

Breaking the hug, he leaned down and kissed me; not on the forehead as he had always done before, but on my lips. It wasn't a sloppy, grubbing, spit-swapping, tongue dueling kiss by any means, just a chastise kiss and then he was gone.

"Do I have to wear my nightgown?" I called after him.

"Wear or don't wear what you want," he called back from his room as the light went out, "just don't tell your mama."

I'd always slept in a nightgown for like forever. I wanted to sleep in the buff for just once. It was okay with Uncle Joe if I did, but... I wondered what people would say if the house caught fire and I had to run out onto the street without any clothes. I know, that sounds stupid, but I was just a kid.

With my nightgown on, I crawled into bed and turned out the reading light, plunging the room in darkness. With each passing minute a new problem began to formulate in my mind Old houses make funny noises during the night. I was used to the noises at my house, but not Uncle Joe's and I heard something scrapping on the window screen. It was probably a small branch from an overgrown bush, but to me in the dark, I imagined it was a burglar trying to break in. And the first person he'd get was me! Having convinced myself that something really scary was happening, I hopped out of bed, ran to Uncle Joe and hopped into bed with him.

"Bunny, what are you doing?"

"I heard a noise. Can I sleep with you?"

"Sure, baby. But there's nothing to be afraid of."

As I snuggled into him, he reached around and hugged me into him.

"Hey, you're naked!" I exclaimed.

"And you're not," he replied. "Only naked girls are allowed in my bed."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. But if you want, you can correct that issue."

"What do you mean?"

"You can take your nightgown off, silly... if you want."

"Oh... Okay!" A moment later my nightgown was off and on the floor. Nude, I snuggled into my nude uncle, my nude hunky uncle.

Silently we lay with me lying on my side facing him and he lying on his side facing me, his muscular arm draped over me. His strong hand gently rubbed my bare back for a while, his breathing slow and steady, but then his hand grew still. That's when I noticed something against the back of my hand, the hand of my arm that I was sort of lying on. I moved my hand slightly, wondering if it was what I thought it was, his thingie, the object of my curiosity for the past several months.

"Uncle Joe," I whispered. "Uncle Joe..."

He didn't answer and I figured he was asleep. Rotating my open hand, his warm thingie filled the palm of my hand. I froze, afraid to move or even breathe, lest I wake my uncle up. He didn't say anything and didn't move.� Slowly I closed my fingers around the object of my fascination. Oh, my god! The soft warm tube of flesh felt so weird. Then he moved, or rather his began to move, swelling in my hand as I loosely held him, growing bigger and bigger, thicker, and thicker, longer and longer and most amazing of all, it began to firm up, getting harder and harder until it felt like it had a bone inside.

'How does it do that?' I wondered in silence.

Careful not to wake my slumbering uncle and scare him, I began exploring the wondrous thing.

"Hmmm, that feels nice, baby," he whispered. He was awake the big faker! I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing, I just held his hot hard thingie.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to..."

"Shhhhhh!� It's okay, Bunny.� I don't mind."

"It feels so weird."

"Weird? How so?"

"It's so soft to the touch, but it's hard at the same time. Did a bone grow inside it?"

"No," he chuckled. "It's just what happens when it's happy."

"Happy?"

"Yes, happy. You are making it happy, baby."

"I am?"

"Yes. You're making it very happy."

"Is it okay if I..."

"Touch it?"

"Yeah."

"You are already touching it, but yes, touch it all you want, sweetheart. But, be gentle, especially with his two friends."

"Friends? What friends?"

"My balls. Be gentle with my balls."

"Balls? Oh, yeah.

"No, they won't exactly break, but it can really hurt if you get rough with them."

In the dark and given the green light, I explored my uncle's cock and balls. After several minutes of feeling him up he whispers to me, "Yeah, just like that, baby. Just like that."

I was sort of rolling his thingie just under the flare of the head. He liked that, so I continued to do it.

"Oh, fuck..." he muttered.

I knew that he'd said a bad word, a bad word my daddy sometimes used when he got upset. Uncle Joe, however, he didn't seem upset.

"Oh, fuckkkkk..."

To my surprise, his thingie lurched in my hand. It lurched several times. Then I noticed the wetness. He'd wet the bed and wet on me too! I was so shocked that he'd wet the bed that I just held onto him. And then it happened. In mere moments, it went from very hard to very soft while I held it. >That was so amazing that I forgot all about him wetting the bed, that is until I felt the rapidly cooling slimy wetness on my hand. Ewwwww! I let go and pulled away.

"You peed on the bed!" I declared. He didn't answer. "You peed on the bed," I repeated.

"What?" he finally said softly.

"You peed on the bed."

"No, I didn't. That's not pee."

"It's not? Then what is it?"

"Never you mind. But it wasn't pee."

He reached over and flicked on the lamp by the bed. "Now be a good girl and go get me a towel from the bathroom."

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. In the bath I saw the wet stuff on my hand, it was a thick whitish goo. Was Uncle Joe sick? I washed it off, got a towel and came back. He was now sitting up with the covers thrown back. The bed was wet, I saw. Not hugely wet like I used to do when I was younger, but there were several wet spots on the sheets.

He took the towel and first wiped his thingie with it, then he tried to mop up the wet stuff on the bed, but it had already soaked in.

"This will have to do," he said.

He followed that with, "Come on, get back in bed. It's getting late."

"But it's all wet," I protested.

"Here, come and get in on the other side of me," he said as he lay in his own mess and held the covers open for me. I slipped into bed on the dry side and snuggled into the crook of his arm, his hand resting on my bare hip.

Within moments, he was snoring away. With all that racket, I liked to have never gotten to sleep, not that I was all that sleepy, interested as I was in playing with his soft thingie.

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