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   Where do I start?  At the beginning I suppose.  Although I am inclined
to wander off a little whilst telling you what's happened.  My name is
Alice (Alison) and this is my story of how I discovered the beauty of sex.
Of course I didn't even realise it was sex at the start.

   I guess I had been touching myself down there as long as I could
remember, trying different ways when one wouldn't quite satisfy.  My usual
way at this time (I'd be about 8 or 9) would be to lie on my stomach with
my hands between my legs and fingers pressed against my fanny (cunny for
you Americans)(perhaps I should stick to that name?) I then proceed to hump
my fingers, until it felt really nice or someone interrupted me.  I don't
think I ever reached orgasm this way, but it did feel really good so I
carried on doing it.

   You see I was the eldest girl in a rather large family, so private time
was almost unheard of even in the bathroom.  Most things in our house were
shared with at least one other.  Baths, beds, touching, school etc.  Baths
were shared with my closest sister, as were my bed, so touching each other
was inevitable.  It never felt as good as when I did it myself though.

   Anyway we had this really good uncle Brian who used to come and visit us
once a week or so, who always brought us sweets and would let us take turns
sitting on his lap.  He was always proper with us; he never tried to touch
us or anything like that which disappointed me.  Because whenever it was my
turn to sit on his lap, I'd always get excited and tingly down there. 
Afterwards I'd always find a quiet spot and touch myself.  Uncle Brian
caught me once or twice, but he never told.  He would just smile and walk
away.  If he was still at our house when it was bedtime I always asked him
to help with a button or a zipper, he always said that I was big enough to
do it myself but he always helped.  I used to take all my clothes off first
before putting my pj's on, I always made sure I was stood almost in front
of uncle Brian so he could see what a big girl I was growing up to be.  I'm
sure he looked at my bare cunny and stuff, but he never said or did
anything.  Being nude in front of him made me tingly again, and it always
felt best touching after uncle Brian had been. This was the norm for quite
awhile, but gradually I began to notice that sometimes when I sat on his
knee his willy would grow, and if I wore a skirt or dress and I gave him an
opportunity to see my knickers, he would always look.  His willy would grow
again or more.  It felt good knowing I was doing this to uncle Brian.  I
would try to put my hand on top of it, or try to see him when he went to
the toilet but I didn't have much success at this.  So I changed my tactics
and tried to let uncle Brian see more of me.  I'd have an accident in the
bathroom and come back down not wearing any knickers, flashing my bare
cunny to him at every opportunity until I got caught.  Or I would wait
upstairs until he needed to use the toilet and run in quick and be waiting
with knickers down and skirt up.  He always had a quick peek, but would
then turn away saying let him know when the bathroom was free.

   Why wouldn't he touch me?  Although I probably didn't know it at the
time, I was in love with him.

   Then it sort of happened.  I was out shopping with mum one day and I
needed to pee real bad, but the public toilets were closed for cleaning and
mum said we didn't have time to go to the others we had to be at a shop
near home before 4pm, so I had to hold on.  We got off the bus near uncle
Brian's house and I reminded mum I still needed to go.  She was getting a
little flustered now (so was I).  So she dragged me to uncle Brian's, and
knocked on the back door.  Luckily he was in, I was bursting to go.  My mum
quickly and madly explained what was happening and as always uncle Brian
said not to worry he would take care of me, and my mum ran off to where she
needed to be saying she would be back in about an hour.  It was too late
for me really; I was crossed legged in the kitchen.  If I moved I just knew
I would wet myself.  I told uncle Brian and he just smiled and said he
would sort it out.  He always had a way of making any situation seem
normal. Anyway he grabbed the mop bucket and placed near my feet and told
me to squat over it as soon as he moved my dress out of the way, and not to
worry about wetting my knickers he would sort it out.  I was a bit
embarrassed but I did as he said.  He lifted my dress I squatted and peed
all in one easy motion.  Some of the pee trickled down my leg, but I didn't
mind.  I knew uncle Brian would sort it out for me.  Although I knew
everything would be ok I started crying and uncle Brian put his arm round
me whilst still holding up my dress.  I felt all warm and tingly.  Once I
finished peeing he took me up stairs to the bathroom, helping me take my
shoes and socks off, then he lifted my dress over my head.  It got stuck
because the buttons were still fastened, but he made short work of undoing
them and then my dress was off.  There I was stood in the bathroom door in
just my wet knickers feeling a little vulnerable.  He ran some water in the
sink and then ran the shower, but I couldn't help but notice his willy was
hard and sticking out.  He had jogging pants on instead of jeans, and I
think he didn't have any underwear on.  He kept on hugging me telling me it
was ok we all have accidents and not to worry it would all be all right
before my mum got back.  I liked all the hugs; they made me feel tingly
down there.  With the sink full and the shower running warm uncle Brian
slipped my knickers down and then off with me putting my hands on his big
shoulders for support.  He put my knickers in the sink then lifted me up
and into the shower.  He didn't get in with me, which I was hoping for,
instead he sat on the edge of the bath and he washed me.  He washed all the
places that might have pee on with some nice soap and his bare hand.  (I
was in heaven) He started at the bottom of my legs and worked his way up,
first the outside of my legs and round my bum.  Then up the inside of my
legs all the way up to my cunny.  I had to close my eyes and take a deep
breath as he reached the top, I felt so hot down there.

   Like all good things they come to an end.  It was over and he was
rinsing the soap off and lifting me out of the shower.  He stood me between
his legs with a big fluffy towel and started to dry me off.  I couldn't
resist it; I reach over and put my hand on top of his willy.  It moved,
which scared me a little.  He didn't say anything though; he just kept on
drying me paying as much attention to my cunny as he had whilst washing me.
It felt so good.

   Afterwards he carried my clothes and me into the bedroom nearest the
bathroom and told me to get dressed, whilst he went back to wash my
knickers.  I was dressed by the time he came back, all except my knickers.
He opened a drawer and pulled out some girls' clothes and found a pair, he
then sat down and held the waistband open for me to step into.  He helped
me into them, smoothing them over my cunny and bum, and then hugged me,
kissed me, and asked all better now?  I just leant into his body and
nodded.

   We went downstairs and watched some TV for a while, me sitting on his
lap with my hand on his willy, but he kept his hands on top of my clothes
and only cuddled me like normal until mum got back.  With a nice long hug
and a few kisses we said goodbye, and mum and me went home.  Everything
sort of went back to normal for a few weeks until one Wednesday night...
   ...  To be continued