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I didn't want to get up the next morning, but Uncle Joe made me. Dressed for work and for school, he fed me breakfast and sent me off to school, with the admonition not to say anything to anyone about the night before.

When I got home from school later that afternoon, Mama was home cooking.

"Bunny, your Aunt Bess is still very sick and I need you to stay with Uncle Joe again. Okay?"

"Sure! Uncle Joe is fun!"

"Now once this stew is ready, you take some with you for you and Joe's supper."

"Yes, Mama."

An hour later, I let myself into Uncle Joe's house, put our supper on the stove and then waited for Uncle Joe to get home from work.

As soon as he walked in the door I told him, "I have to stay with you again tonight."

"Really? Bess is still sick?"

"Yes. Mama says she's really sick."

"Sorry to hear that. Bess being so sick that is."

"Mama fixed supper for Aunt Bess and Uncle Blake and she sent some over for us to eat."

"Your mama is an angel," he said opening the pot I'd brought. Taking a sniff he declared, "Mmmmm, smells great!"

Replacing the lid on the pot he turned to me and asked, "Do you have any homework tonight?"

"Just a little," I replied. "I just need to complete this worksheet."

"Well, let's do that first, then we can eat. After that, we both need to get a bath."

So with Uncle Joe's help, I knocked out the stupid "Saving the Planet" worksheet, we ate our supper and washed the dishes.

"Okay, Bunny," he said, "bath time. Do you want to go first or do you want me to go first?"

The "Saving the Planet" worksheet had given me an idea. But would he go for it? "We could save water if we took our baths together," I told him.

He raised his eyebrow and replied, "Good idea!" I had been so afraid that he'd say no that I ran up to him and gave him a hug.

Reaching down, he gripped the tails of my blouse and pulled it right over my head and off. Giggling I moved away and covered my newly barred chest with my hands. He then took my hands and pulled them away.

"You're not shy, are you?" he asked with a sly smile.

I just giggled. Reaching down he unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped me and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. Being stripped like that sent a thrill surging through me as I stood in his kitchen in just my panties.

Expecting him to take off my panties too, I stood waiting. However, he just looked at me for moment and then said, "Take off your panties, baby."

I had been nude with him last night, but I was already undressed when he came into the bathroom. This was somehow different... this was naughty. Naughty on my part. Smiling up at him, I hooked the waistband with my thumbs and shimmied out of them. I was nude, completely nude.

"You're very beautiful, you know, " he said. He'd said that last night too and it thrilled me to think he thought I was beautiful. "And you have such a pretty... pretty pussy." I don't know why, but that embarrassed me and I blushed.

"Last night, you touched and played with my penis. Don't you think that it's only fair that you now let me touch you?"

"Ummmm, I guess."

"You guess? Do you want me to touch you like you touched me? If you don't want me to touch you like that, I won't.

"So tell me what you want, Bunny. You want me to just look, but not touch... or do you want me to look and to touch you."

"You can touch me," I said in a small voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I whispered while blushing.

He stepped up, picked me up and lay me on the kitchen table, positioning me so that I was lying very near and along the edge. He smiled down at me and I smiled back. With just the tip of a single finger, he lightly traced circles across my bare chest and tummy. It was almost ticklish, but not quite enough to send me into a fit of giggling. He did that for several minutes before taking a different tact.

Taking my hand, he put it way above my head then he traced up my sides, across my arm pit and up my arm to my hand, only to reverse and go back down to my arm pit and my side, across my hip and down my leg to my feet. Coming back up the inside of my leg, he slid up the crease between my thigh and the bulge of my pussy.

I'd been thinking about that word, pussy, all day at school. He used it last night and then said I should forget he ever said it. Then he used the word again just a few minutes before, calling down-there, my pussy. Pussy, I liked that word, just like I liked my kitty at home, so soft and sweet.

From grazing the side of my pussy, his finger went higher up my tummy, across my belly button and then settled into small circles on one of my nipples, only to slide back down my body, between my legs and down my legs again. He paused, spread my ankles apart and with two fingers, rose up the inside of my thigh once again and settled in between my legs, doing lazy circles.

Gawd! That felt so good, but it was so naughty. Mama always had a fit when she caught me scratching myself down there. That too felt really good, but she said that only naughty girls did that. And here I was, naked on Uncle Joe's kitchen table and letting him do that for me, and...

"Do that again," I told him when he moved his hand away from down there.

"You really liked that, huh?"

"Yeah," I whispered as his hand returned between my legs, once again rubbing lightly on that special place where Mama says no one should ever touch, not even me unless I was taking my bath, and even then only so long as to get clean.

While he rubbed down there, he began kissing me. Not on the lips, but on my belly, then my nipples, then my thighs and then very low on my tummy, just above you know what. He kissed me there several times, and even traced circles with his tongue, before moving up to kiss my belly button.

He stopped rubbing and kissing me all over and instead just ran his hands with palms open all over my body. I don't know why, but I felt out of breath, like I'd been running outside, but I was just lying there.

"Now let's roll you over," he said. Careful not to fall off the table, I rolled over. With wide swoops across my entire body, he ran his open hands all over me.

Settling for a moment on just my butt, he said, "Did I tell you what a pretty butt you have?" And then he kissed my butt. Kissed it all over while one hand roamed up and down my legs and the other roamed across my back. That just felt so nice.

All too soon it was all over. "I think we'd better get that bath now," he said just before helping me sit upright. By that time I was tingling all over.

Helping me down, he led me naked to his bathroom where he drew a nice hot bath. He smiled at me and stripped his shirt off. Next went his shoes and socks. Down went his trousers and finally he dropped his underwear. In about fifteen seconds flat, if that long, he was standing before me as naked as I was, his thingie hard and standing up.

Filling the old claw-foot tub only halfway, he stepped in and sat down. Then he helped me get in, sitting me between his legs where I felt his hard thingie press into the small of my back. With both of us in the tub at the same time, the water was almost near the top. His hands encircled me and began moving across my body once again. Meanwhile he began kissing me again, this time on either side of my neck while rolling my nipples between his fingers.

Releasing one nipple, his hand settled between my legs, and he began nibbling on my ear lobe. He only stayed for a moment or two because it tickled and I got the giggles.

"Sit up," he whispered in my ear. "I need to wash your butt."

I scooted forward, but he said, "No, not like that. Sit up on your knees."

I got my knees under me and his hand slid right between the cheeks. I yelped a little, surprised that he would be so bold as to touch me there, but other than that, I let him rub me there. His soapy fingers sliding across my poop hole felt really funny, but then he got down right dirty and began rubbing little circles around it. Then he slid his hand even further down and between my legs once again, pulled back across my pooper and forward again deep between my legs.

I guess I should point out that at no time while he felt me up that afternoon, on his table or in the bath, did he stick a finger inside me. He came awfully close a few times when sliding a finger up along my gash, but he never pushed it inside me. He could have, if he wanted, but he didn't. He was just establishing just how far I would let him go, and by the time he finished bathing me, he knew I'd probably let him do whatever he wanted to do.

Pulling his hand from my butt, he told me to turn around and face him.

Unlike most bathtubs I've seen, the faucet wasn't located at one end of the tub, but positioned on the wall along the side of the tub, making it very comfortable to sit in either direction and not have the faucet bib sticking you in the back.

Once I was facing him, he took my feet and put them touching his thingie. I found feeling his hard thingie and sack of balls with my toes, and capturing his thingie between my feet to be quite funny.

The water turned cold. But instead of getting out and ending our play, he pulled the plug to let some water out while refilling the tub with hot water. With a warm bath reestablished, we continued to play, me playing with his thingie and him playing between my legs with his toes.

I thought I had done something wrong when gripped my foot and lifted it, but he continued to lifted it until he put it to his mouth and began sucking my toes. Boy, did that feel weird. Weird but good and the more he sucked, the better it felt. Then he did my other foot and that didn't feel weird at all, just good. With my foot lifted he pressed his own foot harder against my pussy and sort of tapped it with his toes and I got this really funny feeling in my tummy. He let go of my foot, and returning it to his thingie, rubbed it into his boy parts.

I thought it was only fair that if he got to play with my butt, that I should be able to play with his butt. He agreed and got up on his knees facing away from me. With his butt out of the water, not only could I put my fingers in there, but I could pull his cheeks apart and see what was what. Uncle Joe didn't have much body hair, not like my daddy did, but he was hairy in there! And buried under that hair was his pooper, which looked like the entrance to dark mysterious cave, which I suppose it was. I touched it. It felt kind of spongy, not spongy like the end of his thingie, but still spongy. I suppose I could have stuck my finger up inside it, but I didn't. I just looked and touched.

After the third filling of the tub grew cold, we were all wrinkly and Uncle Joe declared that enough was enough and pulled the plug for good.

Dried, we went to the living room where the shades were still drawn closed from the night before.

Turning on the radio to an old time rock-n-roll station, he asked me to dance. So while he sat and watched, I danced nude for him. I know I wasn't very good, just hopping around and flailing my arms about, but he seemed pleased.

After a half dozen or so songs, he tells me, "Go get your clothes from the kitchen." I thought all the fun was over for the night and rather morosely, did what I was told to do.

Returning with my clothes, my worst fears seemed to be confirmed when he told me to get dressed. I dressed, thinking that somehow I had messed up and displeased him.

"Now I want you to dance again, and this time, take off your clothes while you dance."

Thrilled that he wasn't mad at me, I danced, danced and stripped until I was totally naked once again.

"That was good, Bunny," he praised when the song ended and I was naked."But next time, take your time taking your clothes off. Okay? So, put your clothes back on."

Over and over, I dressed and then stripped for him while dancing, until I was hot and sweaty and had had enough.

"That was very good, baby," he told me. "Now come here."

I came and he pulled me into his naked lap, my legs flopping to either side of his muscular thighs and leaving my young pussy open and very vulnerable. A vulnerability that he took immediate advantage of. With one strong arm wrapped around my chest holding me in place, his other hand went down there, his middle finger slowly drawing up and into my gash. I gasped at the first swipe, a swipe that was followed by another slow swipe, then another and another until I lost count. He made no attempt to penetrate my vagina, he just ran his finger tip between my demure labia time and time again, and soon l I was panting and squirming until my senses were so overwhelmed that I thought something was terribly wrong and that I was actually dying.

Slowly I began to recover from the most intense sensations I'd ever experienced. Uncle Joe had stopped sliding his finger up my gash and now just cupped my pussy, slowly and gently squeezing it.

"What happened?" I asked.

"That's what called a rapture." I know what you're thinking, it's an orgasm, dummy, not a rapture, but that's the term he used. He used it because he didn't want me going around talking about orgasms when I was not even eleven years old yet. To this day, I still call it a rapture.

"A rapture?"

"Yes. Did you enjoy that?"

"I don't know. It was kind of scary."

"Intense, huh?"

"Yeah, but what happened?"

"Remember last night when you thought I had wet the bed? I had a rapture."

"You did?"

"Yes, I did, and now it's my turn for you to do that to me again. Only this time, we won't make such a mess. Okay?"

"Okay," I replied even though I really had no idea what he was talking about.

He stood, picking me up with him, and carried me to his bedroom where he deposited me on his bed. He left me there for a moment, returning with a hand towel and got into bed with me. Lying on his back he told me, "I want you to play with my dick until it squirts."

Dick, I'd overheard that word at school, but didn't have a clue what those boys were talking about. Now, I sort of knew.

Okay, I was all for playing with his thingie, or as he put it, his dick. It was rather soft when I first took it in hand, but quickly grew harder and bigger the more I played with it. I still didn't know why or how it transformed like it did. With the lights on, I could see everything I was doing.

After a few minutes of playing with him, I noticed a clear liquid that suddenly appeared at his little pee hole. With his encouragement, I reluctantly ventured to touch the clear watery bead, thinking it was pee. If it was, it was unlike any pee of mine, as it was very slippery. He took my hand and made me smear it over the purplish-brown head of his dick. Wow! That was neat! It was so smooth, frictionless, and I realized then that the clear stuff was like baby oil.

As I played in it, more clear stuff oozed out and I smeared that around, marveling at the incredibly smooth texture of that part of his dick. But the more I played in it, the thicker it became until it wasn't slippery any more, but rather sticky.

"Here, wait a minute," he said and he rolled away towards his nightstand where it retrieved a small bottle.

"Open your hand," he told me. I did and he squirted some the clear liquid into the palm of my hand.

"Now wrap your hand around my dick." There, he said that word again and this time the meaning of that word was clear to me. But I didn't have time for analyzing his verbiage at the moment.

I wrapped my hand around the head of the hard tube of flesh. "That's it," he said, adding more of the liquid as he directed my hand up and down, "make a hand pussy."

"Oh, god, yes!" he moaned as I began sliding his dick in my slippery little fist.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," he moaned.

I didn't pay any mind to his foul language as I was concentrating upon the task at hand, a task that I knew felt good to him and felt pretty darned good to me too. This was fun!

He moaned and whispered how good it felt, periodically adding a little more liquid from the bottle at the top of my "hand pussy". With my free hand I began playing with his balls, which was as new to me as what I was doing with my hand on his dick.

After a bit he whispered, "I'm getting close, baby. Don't stop. I'm getting close."

Suddenly, seemingly without warning, his dick erupted like a volcano, shooting globs of white lava into the air. Surprised at the fountaining display, I stopped stroking up and down. But his dick didn't stop squirting. It would squirt, pause, then squirt again and I could feel it pulse in my hand. It continued to pulse, but it stopped squirting and just flowed it's ejecta in pulses until it stopped. By that time, his whitish goo was all over my hand. But, rather than be grossed out, I giggled in delight.

"Oh, fuck," my uncle breathlessly whispered for one final time. He been saying that bad word over and over.

"You said a bad word," I giggled.

"Fuck," he muttered in response. Then added, "Pretend you didn't hear me say that."

Releasing his dick I looked closely at the cloying goo on my hand and asked, "What is this stuff?"

"That, my sweet niece, is the elixir of life. That's what babies are made from."

"Babies grow inside of mommies," I replied with a frown thinking he was trying to put one over me.

"That's right. A man sticks his dick up inside a woman and squirts that stuff into her. It mixes with her egg and a baby is created. That's how you were created. That's how I was created. That's how kittens and puppies come into being. It's what creates new life."

"Oh, okay..." I really didn't understand any of that, but said that he'd explain it in more detail after I was older, just before he squirt his stuff up inside me for the first time. But that wouldn't be until I was older. Still, it was food for thought, thoughts that would soon grow into a favorite fantasy of mine, of Uncle Joe's thingie up inside me squirting.

He wiped up his mess off of himself and my hand, then turned the light out. Within minutes, he was snoring away. I lay awake for a little while, thinking how much fun my Uncle Joe was. He was nothing like any other adult I knew.

Next day, I came home from school and found Mama there cooking. She told me that Aunt Bess was doing much better.

"Can I spend the night again at Uncle Joe's?" I asked hopefully.

"No, honey. Give your uncle a break. He's not used to looking after kids for days at a time."