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Lou and Uncle Brad's Story: "Tinkerings" 
(first-time, cons., pre-teen, Mf)
By MadOne63 

Martinsville Illinois was like a hundred other Midwest towns in
the 1950s.  Located midway between Lake Michigan and the
Mississippi River, it was a speck of development amid an ocean of
productive farmland.  

Strategically situated on the Pioneer River, Martinsville was the
farthest point up stream to which commercial boats could
navigate.  Such vessels brought in bulk farm fertilizer in the
spring and took out great quantities of corn and soybeans each
fall.  

The town's five church steeples could be seen for some distance
in all directions because the surrounding prairie-land was almost
uniformly flat.  Main street buildings were no more than two or
three stories in height.   In contrast to the farm fields, the
streets of Martinsville were lined with many beautiful trees. 
Everywhere one looked there seemed to be a Norman Rockwell scene
to be painted.  Martinsville's children were enrolled in one of
the two elementary schools, one middle school, and the high
school.

Warren Simmons and his wife Debbie owned and operated the One
Stop Market, one of many mom and pop enterprises in Martinsville.
It was modest in size and offered a variety of goods ranging from
balls of twine to frozen treats on a stick.  Located far past the
rapidly expanding fringes of Chicagoland, Martinsville had no
chain stores or franchised businesses.

Warren and Debbie (the former Debbie Adcock) had only one child
Louisa May Simmons better known as Lou.   She was young, slim and
attractive with very dark brown hair cut short to frame her
pretty face.  She was a good student (grade 6) and had a few
close school friends and playmates.

Eleven year old Lou Simmons sometimes walked from her family home
on Pickens Street to the One Stop Market at the corner of Main
and Conklin Streets.  There her parents would put her to work
sweeping the floor or stocking shelves and price marking the
merchandise.  Warren and Debbie worked long hours at their store.
 In fact, they often spent more of their waking hours at the
store than at their modest two bedroom ranch-style home.

Lou was more of an outdoor than an indoor person.  So, only when
it was unpleasant to be outdoors or when she was really bored,
did Lou show up at the One Stop Market.  When not in school, Lou
would entertain herself by dropping rocks off the bridge over the
Pioneer River or chasing squirrels from tree to tree.  

There were not many organized activities for children except for
baseball and softball in Martinsville.  Louisa "Lou" Simmons
loved to be around the diamond with kids with bats and balls. 
She was naturally athletic but because baseball seemed to more of
a boy's sport, Lou was not always included in the pickup games
seemingly endlessly played at Parker Park.

For this reason, Lou was delighted by the fact that her uncle,
Brad Adcock, enjoyed watching and playing ball as much as she
did.  And Brad had more time to pitch and catch with Lou than did
her own father.  

The year his niece Lou turned 11, Brad reached the manly age of
30.  Brad Adcock was a bachelor and lived alone in the Adcock
family home on Dearborn Avenue.  Brad was very physically fit
despite a partial disability.  While at Fort Dix for training
that likely would have taken him overseas and into the Korean
conflict, during a training exercise an army vehicle broke his
left leg in three places.  After his leg healed his left leg was
slightly shorter than the right one.  He was given a medical
discharge and sent back home to Illinois.  

Shortly after his return, Brad began working as a half-time
bookkeeper for the Blue Star Feed Mill.  He worked from 6 a.m. to
noon weekdays.  With these mill earnings, along with a disability
payment from Social Security Administration, and a small
veteran's pension, Brad was able to live comfortably in the
family home.  

Brad had every afternoon and all evening free to do what he
wanted.  During the spring and summer that meant time given over
to baseball and softball.  The gang at Parker Park liked Brad. 
He often operated as an informal player-coach.  That gave him the
right and the privilege to add a few girls to the lineups
typically one on each side.  Lou loved to be on the field with
her Uncle Brad.  Uncle and niece were very close. In fact, Lou
likely had a girlish crush on Brad. 

Brad's house was Lou's home away from home. He always seemed
willing to play backyard pitch and catch.  Lou even kept a few of
her things at Uncle Brad's house including some books and a few
items of clothing.  

Once, after a long day on the diamond, Brad and Lou went to his
house to cool off and have something refreshing to drink.  They
grabbed a six-pack of bottled orange sodas and made themselves
comfortable on the summer porch.  They talked about some of the
things that happened at that day's ballgame.  Brad was very
complimentary of Lou's performance both at the plate and in the
field.  This made Lou beam with pride.

The Adcock family home remained much as it was when built more
than a century earlier.  When indoor plumbing was installed in
the home by Brad's grandparents, it seemed luxurious to have an
indoor bathroom with tub, sink, and toilet.  Throughout Brad's
childhood it stayed that way.  So the single bathroom also was
all that was available during Brad's ownership.  The sink and
toilet had been modernized but the tub was original equipment. 
The old tub stood prominently along one wall and (lacking a
shower head) had no shower curtain.

As it was still too early to go home to be with her parents, Lou
said to Brad, "I am really dusty and dirty.  Can I use your tub
to wash my hair?'

This seemed to Brad to be neither an unreasonable nor an unusual
request, so he replied, "Be my guest.  You will find everything
you need in the bathroom upstairs.  I think I even have some
unused 'girl' shampoo in the cabinet."

"Thanks," Lou answered and, leaving her mitt behind, trotted up
the wooden stairs toward the bathroom.  She found a clean towel
and the special shampoo Brad mentioned and filled the large
claw-footed tub with warm water.  Lou did not wash herself
immediately.  She just leaned back and soaked for what might have
been twenty minutes.  

During this time, Lou examined her upper torso.  She had only the
slightest hint of breasts. Thus, there was not much there to see.
 Lou's breasts were still almost boy-like in appearance although
her nipples seemed a bit more pronounced than would one be on a
young male Lou's age. 

Eventually, with soap and washcloth she cleaned herself from toe
to head.  She washed her hair and rinsed it with warm water from
the tap and then repeated the shampoo.  'Brad's shampoo makes the
bathroom smell delightful,' she was thinking to herself when she
heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching the door.  This
was followed immediately by an urgent knock.

Through the closed bathroom door Brad said, "I was hoping you
would have finished up by now.  I am dying here I need to go bad
and go NOW."  

Lou was caught off guard by Brad's announcement.  She reckoned it
could take another ten minutes for her to finish her bath, dry
herself, get dressed, and exit the bathroom.

"I am so sorry Uncle Brad; if I hurry I could be out of the
bathroom in about ten minutes."

Brad instantly replied, "I won't make it that long, believe me,
Honey.  Too many sodas downstairs.  And I doubt I would make it
over to your house in time, either.  You've got to let me in."

Lou quickly reviewed her options including the possibility of
covering herself with the nearby towel.  "I...guess...it would be
OK...this one time," Lou said hesitantly. "You just keep your
eyes straight ahead and I will shut my eyes, OK?"   

Without uttering another word, Brad gasped out an "awughhh" while
quickly pushing open the door to the bathroom.  His situation was
beyond any words.  With each step toward the commode, Brad
reached, unsnapped, unzipped, and pealed his pants from around
his waist.  Wasting no time whatever, he tugged down the front of
his underwear just as he reached the toilet.  In an instant, a
powerful stream was unleashed from his bladder that spurted
through his outstretched penis into the bowl.  

Brad stood perpendicular to the tub where Lou had reached up with
one hand which she placed over both her tightly closed eyes.  Her
right arm was placed in such a way to cover her chest but only
partially.  Only one nipple on her smooth, warm chest could be
covered in this way.  As a result, her small, left nipple would
have been exposed to Brad's gaze had he elected to turn his head
toward her.  

Lou did not think to slouch down under the tub water.  Her smooth
and hairless crotch was hidden beneath the waterline.  Yet,
reflexively, Lou's left hand crawled under the water until it
covered her bare pussy.  Things seemed to be moving in slow
motion to her and her sense of hearing seemed to amplify the
sound of the waterfall directly in front of her closed and
shielded eyes.  As if to pretend it was not happening, no words
were spoken by Brad or by his young niece Lou.

As Brad's bladder contracted and the force of his urine stream
began to diminish, he released his penis from his right hand and
gently tipped his hips forward and arched his back slightly. 
Meanwhile, just a few seconds previously, reality broke into
Lou's trance.  And the name of this reality was curiosity.  As a
consequence, the spacing between Lou's fingers over her eyes
increased measurably while her eyes opened halfway.  Both eyes
sprang completely open and she instantly focused on her uncle's
freely hanging penis.  Lou had never witnessed anything like it
before either in person or in any book she ever opened. 

Brad continued to look straight ahead while his stream at last
rhythmically rose and fell a few times.  Lou's brain memorized
the size, shape, color, and texture of the strange and somehow
wonderful male organ before her.  Shutting her eyes now was not
an option.  In some strange way, the appendage she was seeing she
imagined could have been mistaken for the closed fist and forearm
of a very small child.

The fingers of Lou's left hand in contact with her pussy
involuntarily started to pulse.  A most gratifying feeling in
that area seemed to spread throughout her being.  Her right elbow
likewise pressed without warning or control against her small
right breast. 

And then, in the mere count of three, everything changed.  

At the sudden sound of the flushing toilet, Lou snapped out of
her erotic daydream as Brad blurted out, "Wow! I am so sorry I
had to barge in on you, Sweetheart, and I am really sorry it took
me so long to pee if you will pardon my crude expression."

Brad pivoted away from Lou on his heal and streaked out of the
bathroom while tucking, tugging, zipping, and snapping.

"I will wash my hands after you are out, Lou.  No need to hurry
now.  The emergency is over," he shouted over his shoulder with a
laugh. 

"No problem, Unc.," Lou spouted back toward the now closed
bathroom door.  "When you've got to go, you've got to go. And
anyway, it's not like we are perfect strangers." 

Not knowing whether Brad was yet near enough yet to hear, she
added, "I was not embarrassed and you should not be either
although let's agree not to say anything to my Dad or Mom." 

Later, Lou left her Uncle Brad's house as she always did by
giving him a cheerful hug and kiss.  Brad responded in kind. 
Their behavior, for all appearances, was unchanged by the
intimate minutes the two of them had spent together in the
bathroom that day.

Lou arrived at her home just a few minutes after her parents. 
Despite being tired from a long workday at the store, Warren and
Debbie Simmons greeted their daughter enthusiastically.

"How was your day, Hon?" said Lou's father at the same time he
swept her onto his lap. "And your hair smells D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S,"
he added. 

Lou felt the color rise slightly in her cheeks in response but
without hesitating said, "Uncle Brad played ball with all of us
at Parker Park.  I felt so grungy afterwards; I asked Uncle Brad
to let me wash my hair at his house."  Warren and Debbie, who had
the greatest affection for Brad, nodded to Lou as if in
appreciation.  

Then Lou's mother said, "Isn't he the sweetest guy?"

After dark, Lou slipped into her nightie, brushed her teeth, and
crawled up onto her bed.  She replayed some of the highlights of
her day. Her thoughts turned back to those brief but very
exciting moments in Uncle Brad's bathroom.  As those images
danced in her head, Lou was surprised to suddenly feel somewhat
feverish all over.  The fresh panties she put on for bedtime
seemed somehow uncomfortable.  

Her recollections of her Uncles' hanging penis seemed pasted
before her open eyes.  She wondered to herself whether his organ
looked like other men's penises relative to size, shape, and
behavior.  'It just hung down sort of like a cow's tail', she
thought.  She wondered whether it might feel almost like the arm
of the toddler she helped care for one Sunday at church.  'What
would the 'thingy' of a boy my age look like?' she also wondered.


She was too antsy to be ready to fall asleep.  Lying on her back,
she found a need to move her knees outwardly and then inwardly
repeatedly.  Feeling an additional need to adjust her panties,
her right hand made contact with her crotch.  It felt like some
of the cotton fabric had imbedded itself in her private place (as
she called it).  Her private place was warmer to the touch than
anywhere else on her body.  She lifted her hips off the bed while
pulling on the crotch of her panties in an attempt to rearrange
them.  The "v" of her panties seemed damp and the touch of her
fingers there sent strange ripples upward toward her navel.

Lou sat up and spread her legs as wide as possible and stared
downward to assess the situation.  In so doing, the fabric of her
nightie drifted across her chest.  This movement caused her
nipples to feel as strangely as her crotch.  She pressed the
cloth of her nightie tightly to her almost flat chest and
discovered her nipples were getting very sensitive.

'Why is this all happening', Lou thought to herself.  Sexual
arousal was not even a possibility in her mind.  Lou had never
had any instruction regarding sex at school and her mom and dad
never had felt a need to discuss that topic.  She was essentially
clueless.

Lou's heart rate increased and she nearly hyperventilated trying
to diagnose physical feelings she had never experienced before. 
Eventually, after more than an hour of tossing and fidgeting, Lou
managed to fall sound asleep. 

Meanwhile, three blocks from the Simmons home on Pickens Street,
Brad Adcock was trying to wind down for the night in his
ancestral home on Dearborn Avenue.  Uncle Brad normally turned in
early each evening in order to be at work by 6 a.m. at the Blue
Star Feed Mill.  The mill was one mile from his house and it was
located on land where the Pioneer River ran along the east side
and the Illinois and Iowan Central railway skirting the south end
of the mill property. 

The memory of Brad's bathroom encounter earlier that day with his
niece Lou left him with an unsettled feeling.  He stripped down
to his white boxers, pulled back the covers of his bed, and lay
flat on his back.  

Back again at Lou's house, Debbie Simmons relaxed that same
evening in her bathtub after a full day at the family business. 
She grabbed a nightgown after toweling off, brushed her teeth,
and set off down the hallway to her bedroom in which Warren had
already retired.

Seeing a light under the door of Lou's bedroom she paused and
then gently pushed open the door.  Lou was breathing softly and
her body was rolled partially over.  Lou's knees were slightly
bent and both Lou's hands were tucked into her crotch which
prevented her from resting fully on her stomach as she slept. 
Facing away from her mother, the globes of Lou's still youthful
ass were covered by her tight panties which were decorated with
various poses of the TV dog Lassie.

Debbie soundlessly stepped to Lou's bedside and pulled the sheet
up and over her child's torso.  Then she bent and kissed the top
of Lou's sleeping head.  The smell of Lou's shampooed hair was
pleasantly familiar.  

As she took one step backward, the memories of bathing in the
Adcock bathroom many years ago swept over her. Debbie clearly
remembered the times she sat in the bathtub first washing her own
hair and then the hair of her brother Brad.  Emily Adcock (mother
to Debbie and Brad) typically bathed her two children at the same
time.  It seemed to Emily her bathing practice was the efficient
thing to do. Likewise it insured the fact she could keep tabs on
both her children rather than having one child left alone
unsupervised (and running around the house) during those moments
when she was washing up her other child.  

While continuing to stand silently in Lou's room, Debbie recalled
that her bathing ritual with her brother Brad must have begun
when she was about two and Brad was just one year older.  In all
likelihood, the practice ended about the time Brad turned six and
started school.  

A smile creased Debbie's face when she recalled the "special"
bath times when her mother was interrupted by the ring of the
telephone or a knock on the front door.  At such times, Debbie
learned to jump out of the tub, look around the door for her
mother, and then close the door silently.  She then would get
back in the tub and "play" mommy by soaping Brad's arms and
chest.  As a result, both Debbie and Brad had a better than
average appreciation for the anatomical differences between
themselves and between boys and girls in general.

One time while her mother was occupied elsewhere in the house,
Debbie urged Brad to stand up in the tub so she could soap his
legs and then, with great interest, his "pee-pee".   Maybe
because she did not have a pee-pee, Debbie found it pleasurable
to grab hold of Brad's small pee-pee and (after creating a thick
lather) allow it to slip and slide around in her hands.  She gave
almost as much attention to the small wrinkly sack below Brad's
pee-pee.

For his part, Brad relished his sister's attention.  His eyes
traveled from the view of his sister's fingers tenderly massaging
him then upward to the intense look on Debbie's face and next to
the sheen of Debbie's youthful skin and the two darker-colored
places on her chest.  He also looked inquisitively at the bare
slanted area leading to the point where Debbie's legs began.  It
was a bit of a mystery to Brad why his sister lacked a penis and
instead had what resembled a long vertical scar.

The children were perfectly aware that what they were doing with
each others "privates" should not be revealed to their mom.  With
the lone bathroom at the far end of the hall and on the second
floor of the Adcock house, the room's location gave them ample
warning given the sound of their mother's footsteps on her return
to the bathroom.  Not thinking much about the closed door, Emily
Adcock would open it to find Brad and Debbie seated and each
child playing with his/her favorite tub toy while verbalizing
some fantasy involving the character represented by the toy.

The frequency of the children's "tub tinkerings" (as Deb secretly
called it) increased as the two adolescent siblings got older. 
By then Brad was reciprocating.  He claimed, 'Daddies can give
baths, too' on the first occasion he had Debbie stand before him
while he (too vigorously) soaped his sister's arms, legs, and
trunk.  While there did not appear to be much to wash in Deb's
pee-pee area, Brad did explore the gash at the top of her legs. 
While tilting her head downward to observe, Deb allowed Brad to
insinuate one slippery finger between her two folds of skin. And
to Brad's great surprise, Deb reached both hands to her pussy
using one finger and thumb to spread each outer pussy lip open so
Brad could see what she knew from experience to be in hidden
there.  

Brad dropped to his knees in the tub while Deb continued to open
her pussy to him. He used both right and left index fingers to
run from top to bottom several times.  Deb enjoyed his touches
and she unconsciously tipped her hips forward and gladly swung
her knees further to the side.

One year before momma told them they were old enough to take
their own baths, Deb and Brad made a most interesting discovery
during one of their "tub tinkerings."  When Deb soaped Brad's
pee-pee, it would magically go from hanging straight down toward
the bottom of the tub to pointing straight out at the bathroom
wall.  Both Deb and Brad enjoyed making this happen even though
they did not grasp why it happened.

Deb tried alternate methods to make Brad's pee-pee stand up. 
Soaped hands worked every time; especially when Deb made a tunnel
out of her fingers and made that tunnel go up and down on Brad's
pee-pee.  She once or twice kneeled down and tried blowing on
Brad's penis like it was a pinwheel.  That did little except to
make Brad giggle uncontrollably. 

One time after rinsing away all the soap, Deb tentatively licked
the end of Brad's hang-down pee-pee.  Then she captured the whole
end with her lips and moved her head toward and away from her
brother.  More laughter from Brad ensued.  In a few moments, both
children observed that Brad's pee-pee was beginning to stand up.
So Deb sucked all of Brad's pee-pee into her mouth.  Brad's
muscles tightened and his buttocks clenched when his sister
suddenly put one hand on each of Brad's ass cheeks while urging
him to move toward her and then away while she cradled his
pee-pee in her mouth.  It instantly became clear to these
children that they had stumbled onto something really good.

The clear memories of those adolescent "tub tinkerings" caused a
reaction within Deb's body during the minutes she continued to
watch her daughter Lou sleep.  The bedroom was getting hotter and
she felt telltale signs of arousal emanating from her groin.  So
she turned quickly, left Lou's bedroom, and walked down the
hallway to the master bedroom.

After closing the master bedroom door and, owing to her flushed
feelings, Deb lifted her nightgown over her head and then,
wearing only panties, slipped beside her sleeping husband.  Deb
spooned into position with Warren's buttocks nestled against her
increasingly warmer pussy.  She dropped an arm over the top of
Warren's hip and pulled herself tightly against him. Her need was
growing.  She tried to signal her desire to her husband by
wiggling against his body.  After several cycles of wiggles
without results, she moved her right hand slowly downward over
the front of Warren's soft cotton briefs.  

She grasped Warren's limp penis tenderly. "What?" Warren
whispered without bothering to open his eyes or to turn around. 
"I feel hot," Deb breathily replied.  On this somewhat warm
evening, the meaning of Deb's words took an extra second or two
to register with Warren.  But register they did when Deb more
forcefully gripped Warren's testicles while sliding her hand
upward to palm his penis.

Warren effortlessly rolled 180 degrees to face Deb.  She leaned
in to brush her lips across his lips.  Both Deb and Warren's legs
straightened to better facilitate pussy to penis contact.  Deb
could feel that Warren was now fully erect and that he was
marching toward an arousal level equal to her own.  After a few
mouth-open, urgent kisses between them, Deb wasted no time
slithering down his body.  Without bothering to strip off his
briefs, Deb reached into the fly of his shorts and engulfed
Warren's penis in her mouth.  

Deb thought this was not exactly an exact recreation of the "tub
tinkerings" she recalled five minutes earlier (and which had
unleashed this night's enormous arousal in her).  Nonetheless,
she was skillfully using the techniques she first discovered
those many years ago in the Adcock family tub with her brother
Brad.

****

Life in Martinsville marched on.  For Warren and Debbie Simmons,
their work continued at the One Stop Market.  Brad Adcock kept up
with his neat and tidy logbooks of business activity at the Blue
Star Feed Mill.  Sundays brought these adults along with young
Lou into the pews of First Baptist Witnessing Church.  

Lou now had become a Seventh Grader. She moved on from Putnam
Elementary to Rockne Middle School.  Her opportunities to spend
time with her Uncle Brad were reduced considerably but both she
and her uncle made time to be together at least once per week. 

Over the previous summer, twelve year old Lou began to change
physically.  She was metamorphosing day by day from child to
adolescent.  Lou grew two inches in height but her weight did not
keep pace.  As a result, she looked a little too long in the leg.
 Her dark hair was still styled as before. Her hips were mostly
shapeless.  However, the cheeks of her ass were noticeably more
rounded and fuller than before. On those days Lou wore a t-shirt,
a more visible swelling of her breasts was apparent but their
growth did not yet warrant the daily use of a bra.  Nevertheless
peer pressure from girls with more advancement in their breasts
caused the preteen Lou to wear a training bra from time to time.


Schools throughout the region had such passion for softball that
they started an eight week long "world series tribute" girl's
softball league in the fall.  Brad encouraged his niece Lou to
try out for the school softball team.  He was delighted when Lou
called him in early September to tell him she had made the
softball team.

Brad often was on the sidelines when the girl's softball team
practiced because he had his afternoons free.  This one-man
booster group helped Lou gain the confidence to match her natural
athletic ability.  By the third game of the season, Lou was
installed as a starter--the only seventh grader to be so honored.
 Lou, as a result, was welcomed into a whole new circle of
friends most of whom were older than her and, much to Lou's
dismay, these girls all seemed to be more advanced in their
female development.

Lou's off-the-diamond education as a team member was advanced in
the girl's locker room.  She had never before heard such talk
about boys and what boys were interested in.  The talk was
especially frank when Miss Brenner, the coach, was not within
earshot.  The giggling young teen girls joked about boy's cocks
and balls and hard-ons and something they called "coming".  Lou
tried to act interested but half the time she had no idea what
the other girls were talking about.

Another new revelation for Lou was the fancy underwear the other
girls wore.  Until this year in school, Lou was content to wear
cotton panties with flowers and bears on them.  The other girl's
panties were smaller, more colorful, shiny, and downright sexy. 
And when the girl's dropped their panties to shower, their
crotches were adorned with public hair blond, red, or jet black.
This made shower time a little uncomfortable for Lou.  Recently,
she had noticed the appearance of some fine down near the top of
her pussy but she was all but hairless down below.  The older
girls thankfully did not make a big deal of her "baldness."  Lou
nonetheless showered as quickly as possible or when the showers
were nearly empty.  

About a dozen girls already had steady boyfriends who hung around
the locker room door after the games.  While she appreciated the
gesture, Lou was mildly embarrassed to be greeted outside the
locker room not by a boy her age but by her handsome Uncle Brad
who typically put his arm around her shoulders while they walked
together to his car.

****

Near the end of the softball season, Rockne Middle School scored
a 3 to 1 win over another ball team from a nearby town.  Lou knew
Uncle Brad would be there to meet her after she showered and
dressed.  Lou slipped on her new outfit in the locker room.  She
had bought some special apparel items without her mom being there
as usual at her side.  

The outfit consisted of a black pleated skirt, a shiny wide black
belt, a fresh white shirt buttoned down the front, and white
stockings that reached almost to her knees. The short skirt and
tall stockings accentuated her long, lean, and muscular legs. She
also wore shiny black shoes with buckle straps.  Before leaving
the locker room, Lou stuffed her regular school clothes into her
gym bag and slipped on her three-quarter length school coat.  

She was feeling especially grown up and sexy that day and she
loved Uncle Brad and the special attention he always gave her.  

Uncle and niece both were in a good mood after the game. When
they got to Uncle Brad's house, they talked excitedly as they
replayed almost the entire game while sipping cold soft drinks. 
Lou was not expected home by her parents until late because they
were finishing up an annual inventory of merchandise at their
store.

Inevitably after refreshing fluids she lost during the game, Lou
excused herself to use Brad's bathroom.  Just as she rounded the
corner to start up the stairs, Lou looked back and smiled broadly
at Brad whose eyes followed her every step.

"I love your outfit, Hon," Brad shouted after her as she
disappeared up the stairs. "You look so grown up."  Lou's cheeks
reddened and her face almost disappeared because of the size of
the smile on her fact.

Shortly after Lou left the room, Brad followed up the stairway to
the second floor.  He intended to get his comfortable slippers
from his bedroom.  The socks he wore softened the sound of his
footsteps on the stair.  His mind was on his mission.  As he
reached the next to the top step he grabbed the railing and then
swung his head left but stopped dead in his track.

The bathroom door was slightly open.  From his vantage point he
saw Lou's side profile seated on the toilet.  He could not see
her directly but rather saw her reverse image on the mirror that
was mounted on the outside of the bathroom door.  Thirty years
earlier, Emily Adcock had mounted that mirror facing the long
hallway so she could check herself after dressing especially to
ensure that her slip was not showing before she left for church.

Brad lasered his eyes on the mirror.  Lou was looking straight
ahead.  She was bare from the bottom of her shirt to the top of
her knee socks.  Draped across her shiny black shoes were her
pink panties.  Lou slid slightly forward.  Then she reached over
and pulled off a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll.  She
pushed off the toilet seat with both hands.  She made a quarter
turn so she faced the mirror on the door.  Looking toward her
stomach, Lou reached down and dabbed the tissue along the
exterior of her pussy. 

To Brad's continuing surprise, Lou pivoted slowly around while
exhibiting the tight, naked globes of her perfectly formed ass in
the transferred image of the mirror.  Now facing the toilet she
gently dropped the used tissue into the bowl. 

Breathless so as not to make a sound from his clear vantage
point, Brad watched intently as Lou made another quarter turn,
and with her ass mooning the mirror, bent sharply at the waist in
order to pull up her pink panties from their resting place on her
shoe tops.

Brad failed to contain a slight gasp and his penis surged into
full bloom, at the sight of the bent over backside of his young
niece.  Lou's lifetime activity in sports meant her legs were
devoid of fat.  Consequently, there was a gap between her thighs
at the point where they joined her upper body.  Through this gap,
Lou's private place briefly appeared while she was bent over to
pull on her pink panties.  Once more Lou bent to grab her skirt
from off her feet.  And then the show was over.  Lou fastened
everything, flushed the toilet, and stepped out of range of the
mirror toward the sink.

Brad's heart raced while he awaited the sound of water surging in
the toilet bowl.  At the first splashes and swirls, he stepped as
quickly and as quietly as possible back down the stairs.  He was
looking at a magazine covering his lap when Lou joined him in the
room.  Brad could not bring himself to look up from the magazine
which covered his mostly erect cock.

"Mom and dad should be getting home soon," Lou said. "I think I
will start home."

"Mmm, Ok, My Sweet," Brad answered.  Unlike past practice where
he would walk Lou to the door, Brad remained seated.  With an
unnatural smile on his face; he looked at her and said, "See you
soon."  Lou smirked slightly and disappeared through the front
door.

At the sound of the closing door, Brad leaped to his feet sending
the magazine swirling across the hardwood floor.  He bolted to
the front door as he caught a glimpse of Lou leisurely walking
along the sidewalk toward her home.  He snapped the lock closed
on the door and headed quickly up to his bedroom.  He was naked
by the time he reached his bedroom door.

Brad, in an instant, was flat on his back in the middle of his
bed.  His hand was stroking his painfully erect penis.  He could
not ever remember being so aroused before in his life.  The blood
pressure in his cock was matched by the pounding of the blood
vessels in his head.  'My niece.' he heard himself say inside his
head.  'My precious darling wickedly beautiful niece'  

The vision of Lou's naked body reflected in the mirror moments
earlier was pushing his arousal level to a new height. Brad
imagined a scenario in which Lou and he could be together naked
and without any constraints related to her tender age or his
close blood relationship with her.  He imagined embracing her in
bed, kissing her, and stroking her young and tender flesh.  

Brad's thoughts turned to actual penetration of her nearly
hairless vagina.  When he envisioned Lou naked except for her
long legs covered with the white knee high stockings, his cock
swelled to monster proportions and he erupted like a horny
teenager.  At the instant of his first spurt, Brad involuntarily
opened his mouth to release a "GRSHHDHGHDGHHHHHH" sound that
would have been audible in his neighbors had the windows been
open. Again and again Brad's geyser soared from the end of his
penis leaving an almost continuous trail of semen from just under
his chin to the base of his cock. He stroked on but more gently
until he became aware that the extreme pleasure of his pumping
action was becoming uncomfortable.  His balls and prostate were
beginning to ache when he finally stopped stimulating himself. 
Brad drew a deep breath.  With the release of this breath, the
spread-eagled Brad lay motionless and totally spent on his bed.

As she waked on, Lou could not seem to wipe the smile off her
face during her six minute walk to her parent's home.  She knew
why her Uncle Brad was unwilling to stand or walk her to the
front door as usual.  He had a BONER!  That's what her teammates
at school called it.  And Lou also understood perfectly well that
SHE was the cause of Brad's boner.

Along her walk home, she recalled the chatter in the locker room
a few days earlier.  These animated conversations had introduced
Lou to the concept of a tease.  These older girls called someone
who teased boys a "cock tease" or "prick teaser."  Kathy Funk and
MaryAnn Borski were generous in describing the game they played
with boys they knew.  The girls would get dressed at the home of
the girl whose parents were not home.  Then they would put on the
slutiest outfits they could find.  They would ask certain
targeted boys to come over.  The boy's eyes, they said, nearly
would pop out of their sockets when they saw the short skirts,
tight sweaters, and knee socks.

Then the girls would let the guys start to "make out" with them
in the basement recreation room.  The boys would "accidentally"
brush across their boobs.  The girls would let the game continue
while they slow danced and while French kissing on the couch. 
The girls would bend over or sit down so that they seemed sure
that the boys had seen a glimpse of their panties.  All the while
the girls were watching for the tell tale sign that the boy's
pants were starting to tent up in the front.  Then the girls
found an excuse to end the game and to send the frustrated boys
on their way.

This lesson taught by the older softball team members was not
lost on Lou.  She had no boy she would be willing to tease but
she did have her Uncle Brad.  Her wardrobe worn while at Brad's
house was selected after much thought and deliberation.  And her
sexy attire seemed to have the same effect on Brad as Kathy and
MaryAnn's slut clothes had on the boys they lured into their rec
room.

But what got Lou exciting the most was recalling Brad's
unexpected appearance at the top of the stairs while she was
peeing.  She was using the bathroom as she had many times before
at Uncle Brad's house when she heard a small but telltale squeak
of one of the wooden stairs.  The bathroom door had been left
partially open by accident rather than design.  Before peeing,
Lou had been admiring her dynamite outfit in the full length
mirror.  She made a quick spin the see herself from behind and
then went to sit down to pee.  She was in the process of peeing
when she noticed the door was not closed and it was then she
thought she heard Brad on one of the stairs.  Yet she did not
shout out a warning but on the spot decided to push the envelope
with her own game of tease.  

From that point forward she choreographed every move and position
with Brad's vantage point in mind.  He could not see her directly
but she knew her mirrored image would be visible.  So, first she
rose to face the mirror and slowly patted her pussy with toilet
tissue.  Next, she turned her ass to the mirror and dropped the
tissue in the bowl.  Then, she leisurely bent her athletic frame
almost to the point where she could have looked between her own
legs.  Teasingly, with thumb and finger on each hand, she pulled
her new pink panties off the floor to end the peep show. 

The unmistakable gasp she heard when doing this last action
confirmed her suspicion that Brad was on the stair at the end of
the hallway and that he saw and APPRECIATED her reverse strip
tease.  This knowledge made her body tingle with excitement and
it brought blood both into her cheeks and into her swelling
vaginal lips.

Lou reached home just before her parents and she went quickly to
her room to change clothes.  Warren and Debbie Simmons had
stopped at Fannies Family Restaurant on their way home to pick up
some fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and coleslaw.  Lou's parents
rarely did such a thing but they had an especially long work day
that left little time for the usual home-cooked meal.

The family enjoyed the treat and talked and laughed together. 
With few dishes to clean up, Debbie and Lou finished up in the
kitchen in no time.  Everyone was tired and all decided to retire
early.

Alone in her bedroom, Lou flashed back to the scene of Uncle Brad
seated in his favorite living room chair with a large Life
magazine resting cover side up on his lap.  The magazine looked a
lot like a colorful tent she remembered seeing at Pioneer State
Park.  

She recalled the intense sensations she felt when she thought
Brad was watching her use the toilet.  She started to get that
tingly feeling all over again.  Sensing something happening to
her, Lou stepped to her door and silently as possible turned the
lock.

She pulled up her nightie, pulled down her pink panties and sat
on the edge of her bed opposite the mirror on her dresser.  She
looked into the mirror to see what she would have looked like to
Brad when she was seated on the toilet.  Then she stood and
looked over her shoulder so she could see her exposed ass cheeks.
 Finally, she pushed over a footstool, stepped up onto it, and
bent sharply at the waist to look through her legs at the mirror.
 "Oh my God!" Lou muttered softly.  In her mind, she continued,
'Brad must have easily seen my bare pussy and butt hole.' 

Lou's face reddened like never before.  She stood to pull on her
panties but decided instead to step out of them and picked them
up from the floor.  She then did something she had never thought
of before.  She brought the pink panties to her face, spread open
the narrow band of the cotton crotch, and tentatively inhaled
through her nose.  

Lou noted there was an interesting aroma in her panties obviously
neither from pee or crap. Again, without much prior thought, Lou
extended the index finger or her right hand and drew it up from
the bottom of her slit to the top.  She brought this finger near
to her nose and once again inhaled.  It was indeed the same
intriguing odor from her panties.  She used her panties to rub
more aggressively against her pussy lips.  She found this rubbing
action to be most pleasant.  

Lou quickly turned back toward the bedclothes and lay on her
back.  She continued to run her panties across her pussy.  Her
left hand also felt a need to explore her tingly nipples.  She
felt them enlarge slightly and harden as she did so.  She was
beginning to feel feverish and restless at the same time.  Soon,
the odor she discovered earlier was evident to her nose even
while the panties were in motion over her crotch.  She
experimented with feather light panty motions and then with
harder motions.  Each provided a stronger and addicting feeling
in her private place.  

During one stronger stroke, Lou's finger slipped off the panty
and touched her slit.  The result was really electrifying. 
Tenderly and slowly and without the panty in hand, Lou traced her
closed pussy lips with her index finger.  It was so arousing that
Lou stroked harder and faster until the finger suddenly slipped
between her every moistening outer lips.  

Her sense of enjoyment and tension in her body jumped
considerably.  'If this is bad then why does it feel so good',
Lou wondered.  One finger became two and on the next upstroke Lou
found an incredible "feel good" place.  Her pussy was getting so
damp Lou was concerned she might have accidentally wet herself. 
The downward pressure of her fingers was now being resisted by an
upward pressure from Lou's hips.  And she became conscience of
soft "ughh" "ughh" sounds coming from her open mouth.

Then it happened, orgasmic shock waves sent her whole body into a
series of spasms which continued repeatedly while Lou clutched at
her crotch and her hips came all the way off of the bed.

"O-h, M-y L-o-r-d, what the heck happened," Lou groaned into the
secrecy of her pillow as she rolled over onto her stomach with
her right hand still buried in her crotch.

Such a thing had never happened to Lou before---but she would
love to have it happen again, she thought.  'Do the other girls
know about this,' she considered.  And then she drifted off to
sleep. 

****

By the end of October, the fall softball season was concluding. 
Lou's middle school team was tied for the best conference record
and it faced the co-leading team in a final game.  The weather
was perfect, sunny, and around sixty degrees.  Rockne had home
field advantage.  

The team gathered in the locker room for last minute coaching. 
Rockne Middle School's ace pitcher was Sydney Wagner, a powerful
farm girl who lived just outside town.  Coach intentionally had
rested her for the final game.  But Sydney was not feeling well.
She had had a bad night's sleep.  She was slightly bent over
while sitting on the bench in the locker room.  "Sydney, are you
ready to go?" asked Coach Brenner. "I think so, but I feel really
crappy, coach," Sydney replied. 

 "What's your problem?"  

All eyes in the locker room turned toward Sydney.  Two girls
poked each other in the ribs and just nodded their heads.  Two
other girls leaned together and whispered in each other's ear.  

Sydney looked up and then down again and stammered, "Well...you
know...uh..it's just that....,"  

Kathy Funk, never the shy one, jumped at the chance to inform the
coach.   "She has her monthlies, you know, she got her period
this morning, coach."

During the season, Lou became more aware of the telling signs
when her teammates had their periods.  When they did, those girls
needed extra time when undressing and dressing.  They were just
learning how to apply the pads or protection that served to keep
their panties and clothes from getting stained with menstrual
blood.  And accidents were common place, Lou had observed

Ten minutes after learning the news about Sydney, Coach Brenner
let Sydney warm up on the mound.  She faced two batters in the
first inning each of whom got a hit.  Sydney then was relieved by
another pitcher but the result was not pretty.  Rockne Middle
School lost to Cobb Middle School 8-1.  Lou played well and got
one hit and scored her team's only run.  

Brad met Lou at the door after she had showered and changed. 
"Tough break, Kiddo," Brad said while hugging her shoulders;
"Your team will be tough to beat again next spring." 

.*****

A few nights later, Lou's dad was noisily attempting to fire up
the furnace in the Simmons' basement.  Nights were getting
increasingly colder and the days shorter.  Upstairs Lou was
thumbing through a magazine.  Her mother Debbie was mending one
of Warren's work shirts.

Out of the blue, Lou said rather quietly, "Mom, when did you get
your period?"  At the suddenness of such a personal question,
Debbie poked herself with the sewing needle and said, "Ouch!" 
She set her needlework in her lap and looked at Lou and spoke. 
"As you probably know, my periods are very regular, and I just
finished the last one on Wednesday."

"No....no...what I meant....really...I was asking how old you
were when you had your first period."  Lou felt her cheeks heat
up in a blush and, to look as casual as possible, continued to
turn the pages of her magazine.

"I suppose we should have had this (giving that word special
emphasis) conversation already," Debbie said while turning her
head and listening to make sure Warren was still working in the
basement.  "Why do you ask now?"

With a somewhat forced half-smile on her face, Lou said, "I just
wonder if I will start...you know...before I turn thirteen."  She
continued, "Most of the eighth and ninths graders on the softball
team are already having....monthlies. In fact, we probably lost
our last game because Sydney Wagner had her period and was not
feeling well enough to pitch," Lou said with much less
nervousness than when she began the conversation.

"I am sorry for Sydney. She must have felt bad about letting the
team down."  Debbie made a point to look straight into Lou's eyes
while she said matter-of-factly, "I expect you to get your first
period anytime now.  I was one month into my thirteenth year when
I had my first period.  It was for me a little exciting and a
little frightening.  You are a strong and healthy girl...or
should I say a girl about to become a young woman."  

Lou looked back at her mom but did not reply.

"Because I want this very normal and natural event to be a
pleasant experience for you, please let me know so we can talk
about it every step of the way, OK?"

"Ok, mom. Thanks.  I love you."

"Well that makes two of us," Warren said as he stepped into the
room and kissed Deb on the top of her head.  After only the
slightest of pauses, Lou's dad looked at her and said "And I love
my Little Lou every bit as much."

"You know Warren," Deb corrected, "Your Little Lou soon will be
growing up into a beautiful young woman."  Lou smiled broadly at
her mother's comment as the two gals gave each other a knowing
look.  

****

Early in November, Deb and Warren Simmons told Lou they were
planning to attend a two-day business owner's conference in
Chicago.  Even though they could drive back and forth each day,
they were thinking of staying over in a hotel.  Doing so, they
told Lou, would save them time and the pain of navigating
Chicago's traffic and it would be a "reward" for all their hard
work.  

"We have never left you at home overnight before," Warren
reminded Lou.  

Then Deb added, "We would feel better if you invited a girlfriend
to overnight at our house with you.  It probably would be lots of
fun, right?"  

Lou seemed pleased that her parents would allow her to host a
sleepover.  "I will check with Pam (Lou's friend and classmate
for eight years including kindergarten)."

"Good," said Lou's mother.  "Dad, you go ahead and make our hotel
reservation."

****

The travel date for Deb and Warren had nearly arrived.  Lou and
her friend Pam would have all day to themselves because that
Friday was teacher's conference for which the children were
excused from classes.  

However, Lou came home from school on Thursday and told her
mother, "Pam was not in school.  I checked in the school office
and she said the school nurse had received a call from Pam's
mother saying Pam had the mumps and the doctor told her to stay
home and away from other people. What I am going to do now about
the sleepover?"

"We are all packed and raring to go tomorrow," Deb said.  "Can
you find another friend to invite?"

"Gee, I guess so......," Lou said as she checked off various
girl's names in her head.  "But what about Uncle Brad?  Could I
stay with him while you are gone?"

"Absolutely, he is like a big brother to you and always is very
reliable.  But don't expect Brad to give you the 'girls night
out' experience like Pam or one of your other friends."  Lou's
mom then added, "Do you want me to give your uncle a call before
you check with some other friend?"  

Lou shrieked, "Yeh, do it!" 

****

Next day, precisely at 10:00 a.m., Deb, Warren, and Lou stood
next to the open trunk lid on their family car.  They exchanged
hugs, Warren closed the trunk, and Lou's parents both climbed
into to car.

"Remember Lou," Deb proclaimed from the open car window, Brad
will pick you up about 12:15 on his way home from the mill.  So
be ready on time and do what ever Brad asks you."  And finally,
as the car started forward, said, "We love you!"

Lou was beside herself with excitement she was going to stay
overnight with her absolute favorite guy in the world her Uncle
Brad.  Her overnight bag was fully packed.  In her bedroom, she
tore off her regular after school clothes.  Instead, she leaped
into the same outfit she knew had given her uncle a "boner" a few
months ago while visiting his house.

Crisp white long-sleeved shirt with black buttons down the front.
 Check.
Black pleated skirt that barely reached to the middle of her
thighs.  Check
Shinny black slip on shoes with wide matching black belt. 
Check.
White knee high stockings.  Check.   
And.......
Red satin panties her friend MaryAnn "the tease" had bought for
her.  Check.

For the ride over to Brad's, Lou put on a shapeless tan raincoat
that went down to her ankles.  

"Hey Beautiful," Brad called to Lou while stepping out of his
car.  Lou's overnight bag was on the front walk and she had
already locked and double-checked the door to her house.

"Right on time, Unc.....for your Friday night date," Lou said
with a laugh.  

"You would be a great date, Girl," Brad quipped back... "...for
any lucky Fella who asks you out."

Just five minutes later, Brad and Lou pulled into his driveway. 
He opened the door to the unattached garage and drove in with Lou
still in the car.  

"This is the place.  Let's see if the joint is jumping," Brad
laughed while continuing the pretend-date routine with Lou.  He
opened her door, grabbed her overnight bag, and they both walked
through the back door.

"Make yourself to home," Brad said while making a circular
gesture with his left hand.  "I cleaned up your mom's old bedroom
last night fresh sheets and everything."

Lou replied, "That sounds great Uncle Brad, just like when you
and mom were still living at home together,"  

"Let's have a welcome home party, Sweetie.  I thought we could
have a pizza, Ok?"

"Sure."                

Brad pointed at the fridge and said, "Can you give me a hand by
grabbing the pizza out of the refrigerator?  Preheat the oven for
15 minutes at 400F.  It should bake for half an hour but be
careful!  I wouldn't want to let you get burned on my watch.  I
told your mom and dad I would protect you at all cost."   

Lou then giggled and smiled broadly when Brad faced her, saluted,
and clicked his heels together like a palace guard. 

"Meanwhile, let me catch up on my housework. Not my favorite job,
but I am going to clean up the bathroom so it is spic and span
when you want to use it.  I think I can take a bath and do my
'Mr. Clean" thing by the time I smell the pizza burning."  

Lou laughed out loud at the thought of her uncle with a
johnny-mop in his hand.

"I already know how to bake a pizza, Unc.  Not too worry," said
Lou.

By the time Lou donned oven mitts, Brad had his bath and also had
the toilet, tub, and sink sparkling.  He entered the kitchen just
as Lou bent to open the oven door and ever so cautiously and
slowly she pulled the baked pizza. He stood speechless as his
twelve year old niece placed the hot pizza on the stovetop.   

Brad was floored when he saw Lou bent over in her short skirt and
white knee socks.  In the imperfect light of the kitchen Brad
could not be certain but he was convinced he had seen a flash of
Lou's backside covered with bright red panties.  He starred
intently while she removed the oven mitts and she turned to face
him.
"I'm all ready for you," chirped Lou.  

Brad searched for an appropriate response and the best thing he
could think of was, "Good girl."  After recovering his composure
somewhat, Brad added, "I can't decide what looks better, the
pizza or your outfit."

Lou blushed wildly, smiled and turned toward the refrigerator. 
"Thank you, what would you like with this?"

Of course, Lou seemingly was asking about a beverage but Brad
silently pondered the double meaning of Lou's question.

Brad and Lou put away the remains of their pizza party and
together went to the living room.  

"What's next?" Brad inquired (as he tested the daily limit of
double entendre questions).

Lou said a little bit sassily, "What I am wearing is not really
suited to playing catch in the back yard."  

"Good point," Brad retorted.  "Want to play monopoly, instead?"

"Yeh sure," said Lou, "But I want to be the banker 'cause you
handle those grubby money accounts everyday at the mill."

"Deal."

Two hours later Brad had most of the property and money.  "If you
give up you have to say 'Uncle'."

"Uncle it is, Uncle," said Lou who already had grown tired of the
board game.

Brad moved across the living room and switched on the huge
console TV in the corner.  Even with a rooftop antenna, the
signals from the stations near Chicago were marginal at best.  A
grey-haired lady was stirring up a batter on the first channel
tuned in.  The next station had a really bad cowboy show.  A soap
opera was droning on the last channel.

Brad was getting ready to push the off button when Lou exclaimed,
"No, not yet.  I sometimes watch this show when I get home from
school."

Brad and Lou sat side by side silently watching.  A handsome man
took the very pretty woman into his arms and kissed her
vigorously.  The kissing continued for more than a minute as the
cameras captured the man's and the woman's motions and
expressions.

Brad saw that Lou's bottom was resting low on his couch. A lot of
her young and trim skin was exposed from the bottom of her skirt
to the top of her knee-highs.  Lou shifted in her place next to
Brad and (out of modesty) placed both her hands onto her short
skirt which had ridden up beyond the middle of her thighs.  

"You know Uncle Brad," Lou said with dead seriousness, "I have
never been kissed like that."  

Brad's head snapped around from his view of the action on TV and
he looked Lou straight into her large, innocent dark eyes, but
said nothing. 

Lou looked away and commented to her uncle, "I am afraid I would
mess it all up."

Brad swallowed audibly and he placed both his hands over his lap.
He was frantically trying out possible responses in his head. 
Finally he said, "Hon, when the time is right and the person is
right, you will know what to do."  

Lou pondered for a moment or two about Brad's statement about the
right time and right person.

"Uncle Brad.....could...you know...just... teach me where to put
my lips and...where to put my arms?  I'd rather make a mistake
with you then with some strange boy on a date."

"Believe me, Sweetie, it is hard to make a mistake.  Kissing is
almost as natural for human beings as breathing."

"You probably know best.....but what about what you always say to
me about making a catch in the outfield...you know... 'practice
makes perfect'?"

Brad groaned and pleaded, "Do you know what you are asking me? 
It's not right for an uncle to kiss a niece or vice versa."

"You taught me how to play softball---and now I am good at it,"
Lou argued, "It's not like you would be taking advantage of some
strange young girl.  You and I trust each other without any
reservation."

Brad switched tactics and, with a cartoon character voice, said
"OK Sweetie, pucker up!"  He turned and pecked her on the lips.

"Not like that, I mean a real kiss." (and nodding her head toward
the TV) She added, "Like on a soap opera."

Brad was weakening and he knew it.  He longed to be with Lou but
knew it was wrong.  She was his sister's daughter, for God's
sake.

"OK, just once...and for educational purposes only...and not for
more than 10 seconds," Brad proposed. 

"OK"

"Now remember, this is just for practice. For starters, relax,
close your eyes, and make sure your lips are not too tight or too
loose.  Ready?"

Lou nodded her readiness and pivoted slightly toward her uncle. 
Brad placed his hands on Lou's shoulders, leaned toward her, and
kissed her softly...1.....2....3 ...10.  

"Time's up," Brad shouted while backing away from Lou.

Lou smiled enigmatically and said, "That was easy......and FUN
Uncle Brad."

"OK, lesson learned and lesson over."
"I think I get it...but can you give me one more chance, Uncle?"

"Gezz Louise. We're not supposed to be doing stuff like this.
Your mom and dad would kill me if they knew."

"Please, please, PLEASE.  I would never, ever tell them about our
kissing. And this time count to 20."

During their first kiss, Brad had inhaled Lou's sweet fresh aroma
and he felt his heart rate jump.  He knew his juices were
starting to flow while his resistance was plummeting.  With his
arms, he pulled Lou to his chest and touched his lips to Lou's
lips.  She copied his action and put her arms around his back and
squeezed.  Brad tilted his head to the right; in turn, she tilted
hers to the right.  

Things went out of control quickly for the teacher and his young
pupil.  There was great urgency and a passion in this second
"practice" kiss.  It continued long after the twenty second
deadline.  Brad took it to another level when he opened his mouth
slightly and ran his tongue across Lou's closed lips.  Lou's
reaction was strong and it was evident she was getting seriously
aroused by Brad's kiss.  She pressed hard against him and her
breathing was labored as her nostrils opened to draw in more
oxygen.  Her lips spread slightly and her tongue emerged to
tentatively touch the tip of Brad's tongue.  

A moment of clarity popped into Brad's mind. He suddenly snapped
backwards to break the seal between their pairs of lips.

"Lou, Lou, Lou.....I am sooo sorry....I....I...don't know what
got into me.  This is wrong and... you and I both know it."

Lou's expression was dreamy as she tried to process what had just
happened between her and her beloved uncle.  She loved it.....and
she loved him....but much more than just an uncle.

"Why would you say this was wrong? I think we both enjoyed the
kiss. And it definitely was educational.  Tell me you have
regrets?" Lou asked. 

"I would not call it regrets.  It's just that we have crossed the
line of proper behavior between an uncle and a niece.  This
should be the first and the last time this happens....for our own
good."
The couple had separated and again sat with shoulders squared to
the couch.  Brad had difficulty making eye contact; however, Lou
turned her head to look intently at Brad.  
"Uncle Brad, I want you to know that I loved our kiss and want
you to remember that... I love you."

"Well, of course, I.... love.... you too.....but there is a
difference in love between an uncle and a niece and the love
between two consenting adults.  You are not of an age to consent
and anyway we are blood kin, for God's sake."

"I meant what I said....I......love......you."

"OK, enough about this for now," Brad pleaded.  "I think we both
should find something else to do for the rest of the night."  

"OK, I need to pee and then I think I want to take a warm bath,"
Lou announced.

"Sounds like a plan.  It's almost supper time.  I will heat us up
some soup.  Want a salad on the side?"

"Sounds scrumptious, LOVER," said Lou in an attempt to tease her
already rattled uncle."   She waited until she had his full
attention, then swirled very quickly so her short skirt flared
far out to the side.

'Yes', Brad silently commented, 'those panties indeed are red'

Lou hummed to herself while she soaked in the old claw-footed tub
in the bathroom.  She could almost yet feel her uncle's lips on
hers and the contact between their clothed bodies. 

She then recalled the time she was in the same tub when Brad
barged in to pee.  She had promised not to look but she did allow
the hand over her eyes to open ever so slightly. For the minute
or so that Brad emptied his bladder, she clearly saw his very
adult-sized penis pointed toward the toilet bowl.

She further recalled how she had deliberately exposed her naked
charms in the bathroom to Brad.  She remembered with a smirk how,
after peeing, she stood and turned and bent at the waist knowing
full well that Brad (who thought he was hidden) could see her
reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door. Lou wanted to have
more such experiences with her uncle and tonight's sleepover
could provide the perfect opportunity.

Lou finished her bathroom grooming and put on a gauzy nightie and
a fresh pair of panties pale pink and satiny with little white
bows sewed along the waist and leg bands. When standing, Lou's
nightie just barely reached to the bottom edge of her panties.

Before heading for the kitchen, Lou added a shapeless robe that
nearly reached to the floor.

"Feeling refreshed?" Brad asked.  

"I scrubbed myself from head to toe, I want you to know."

"Well, soup's on.  I hope you like tomato.  I fixed a couple of
grilled cheese sandwiches for extra measure," added Brad.  "A
real gourmet meal, if I say so myself."

"You picked two of my favorite comfort foods. Good job."

Nothing more was said about "kissing practice" but what was
unsaid hung heavy in the atmosphere of Brad Adcock's kitchen 

And such also was the case after dinner.  There was occasional
polite conversation but neither Lou nor Brad was willing to bring
up what had happened that afternoon.  Both curled up on separate
chairs and silently read from paperback novels (mostly westerns)
that Brad had brought home over the years.

Lou's floor length robe became too warm as she read.  While still
reading her book, she sat up and shrugged one shoulder out of the
robe.  She changed hands on the book and did the same on the
other shoulder.  She snuggled back with the robe now lining the
top and back of her chair.  

Brad did not immediately notice the change.  But when he did, his
breath caught in his throat.  Before his eyes was an absolute
angel in white.  Lou's sleeveless gauzy nightie lightly hid her
treasures underneath.  Her arms and thighs were tantalizingly
bare.  Lou had drawn her long and lightly-muscled legs up under
her bottom.  Clearly visible to Brad, from his viewpoint in the
chair across the room, were Lou's pale pink panties. Incredibly,
Lou was again wearing those same white knee high stockings.  

Brad was shamelessly starring at those panties and knee socks
when Lou looked up from her book.

"What?" she said.

"Don't let this go to your head but I cannot recall ever seeing
anything so lovely in my life.  And....ahem....shouldn't you be
sitting more lady-like?" 

Lou's face suddenly was as pink as her panties.  She tugged at
the nightie and returned her feet to the floor.

It was after 10:30 p.m. when Brad's long day started to catch up
on him.  He yawned and told Lou he just had to go to bed.  "Do
you mind if I turn in?"

"I will be all right Uncle Brad.  I will double check the doors
and turn out the lights down here before coming up to bed."

Lou read until 11:00 and then made her rounds, switched off the
lights and then padded upstairs.  She stopped to look in the
half-closed bedroom door where Brad was breathing softly on his
bed.  

She brushed her teeth again and climbed into her mother's
childhood bed.  

Lou slept fitfully, then awoke, and saw it was only 2:00 a.m. 
She turned on her reading light and grabbed the first book from
the top of the nightstand.  

She had thumbed mindlessly through the book for about ten minutes
when Brad knocked softly on Lou's half-opened door.

"Anything wrong, Sweetie?"

"Naw, just not feeling sleepy right now.  Care to keep me
company?"

Lou's eyes scanned Brad's trim figure from top to bottom.  She
couldn't recall ever seeing her uncle in his BVDs. Below his
plain white t-shirt Brad wore boxers with vertical blue and grey
stripes alternating with white accent stripes.

"Nice undies, Uncle," teased Lou.

"What you see is what you get," Brad retorted, "I suppose I could
stay and talk for awhile."  He came a few steps further into the
room and sat on the edge of the Lou's bed.

"Maybe I am having a little trouble sleeping because I have a
guilty conscience," Lou said with her face looking down at the
bed.
"Guilty, about what we did this afternoon?"

"No, I loved kissing you Brad and I will remember it forever."

"What then?"

"Promise you won't get upset?"

Brad replied, "That kind of depends on what you confess, I
guess."
"Well." Lou started out, "Remember the time you had to pee while
I was in your bathtub?"

"Yeh, what about it?"

"You asked me to close my eyes and put my hands over them.  I did
that at first but then I peeked.  I looked through my spread
fingers and I saw your 'thingy' all the while you were peeing. 
Sorry, but I was just curious because I had never seen one
before."

Brad laughed out loud.

"That's all that's troubling you?"

"Well, sort of....yes."

"Then I need to confess something to you Miss Boo-Peep," Brad
said.

"Confess to me?"

"Yes, what you did not know that day in the bathroom was that
your mother's old makeup mirror was standing on top of the toilet
tank....and it was turned in such a way that when I looked
straight ahead and then lowered my eyes, I could see you
reflected in the mirror."

"Get out of here," Lou screamed in surprise. "What could you
see?"

"Most of everything above your cute belly button---including one
darling left nipple. Your hand blocked my view of the other
one."

Lou had been propped up on a couple of pillows and she made a
catlike move forward and hissed, "You NAUGHTY boy."  She
playfully pushed Brad with both her outstretched hands.

Brad spun to face Lou and instantly retorted with a push of his
own against Lou's bare shoulders and he spit back, "YOU were the
naughty GIRL!"

Lou collapsed back on the pillows and Brad's momentum caused him
the fall prone on the bed beside her. They exploded with laughter
which helped ease the tension of the situation brought on as a
result of an uncle and niece being alone together in bed. 

As the laughter continued, Lou rolled up and onto Brad.  A
serious tickle fight ensued.  Hands, arms, and legs thrashed and
any inhibitions relating to the fact that the two were frolicking
around in bed in nothing but their underwear melted away.  

Both were still breathing heavily from their tussle when they
returned to lying on their backs next to each other.
"Ready for another confession?" Brad blurted suddenly.

"Were you naughty some other time?"

Brad propped himself up on one elbow and brushed Lou's dark hair
back from around her bedroom eyes and said, "Guilty as charged."

"When, where, how. Let me hear it!"

"I must confess my insistence to use the bathroom while you were
in the tub was not really the crisis I made it out to be."

"Noooo!"  

"In fact, I intentionally planned my visit to the bathroom in
order to 'innocently' expose myself to you.  I hatched my plan on
impulse after you said you wished to take a bath."  

"You really are evil," Lou laughed.

Brad felt his manhood grow inside his boxers as he recalled that
thrilling memory.

"To my delight, my plan worked to perfection.  First, you could
have said 'absolutely not' when I asked to be let in to pee. 
Second, you could have concealed yourself deep in the tub or
covered up with a bath towel.  Third, you could have turned your
head away.  And now I know that your hand-over-the-eyes trick
allowed you to observe your uncle's penis draining itself into
the bowl of the toilet."
  
"My turn again," Lou said as she pointed to herself.

"You are not done confessing?"

"I will be when you hear this," Lou instructed.

"I few months ago when I came upstairs to pee...it was the last
time I came over wearing these sexy knee-high stockings."

Brad interrupted, "Oh yes, I remember it very well."

"Before peeing, I wanted to see what my outfit looked like from
behind in the full length mirror.  I made a quick spin while
looking over my shoulder before I sat down to pee.  I was about
to get up to close the bathroom door when I thought I heard one
of the stairs squeak. I thought you might be coming up but I was
not sure.  Maybe it was the 'slut' outfit I was wearing that made
me decide to wait and see what would happen."

"Oh, Oh, I think I am busted," Brad said sheepishly.

"While imagining you peeping around the corner, I put on a little
naughty show just in case my hunky uncle was lurking nearby. 
Knowing where you might be looking and also knowing you could
probably see my reflection in the mirror, I positioned my assets
so they would be visible.  Did you see me slowly pat my privates
with toilet tissue?"

"I confess, yes."

"Then I turned my ass to the mirror while I put the tissue into
the bowl.  For the finale, I slowly bent way over with my moon
toward the mirror.  After a dramatic pause, I pulled my panties
over my ass. I heard you gasp when I was bent over and I knew you
were looking directly at my girlish lips.  My little act caused
my nether regions to tingle."   

"If your intent then was to tease your uncle, you succeeded 200%.
 Now again you are teasing me beyond all reason right this very
minute."

Brad reached over and pulled Lou's face to his.  They kissed
softly while pausing after each touch of their lips to look
deeply into each other's eyes.  Both sets of eyes were looking
for permission to take the next step.

When no stop signals seemed evident, Brad rolled onto Lou and
kissed her with as much passion as he could muster.

He broke off the open mouth kiss momentarily and said, "Sweetie,
you are going to have to tell me to stop because I cannot stop
myself."

Lou replied instantly, "Kiss me again."

Brad's penis was rock hard and there was little doubt that Lou
could feel it pressing against her engorging pussy.  Lou's legs
separated so as to increase the contact between their genitals. 


Brad sat up and yanked off his t-shirt.  "Now, I want to see both
nipples, please."

Lou sat up and together she and Brad lifted her nightie over her
head.  Each reviewed the bare expanse of skin on their partner. 


"You are a most beautiful girl," Brad whispered.  He planted tiny
kisses on her cheeks, her neck, and her shoulders.  He slid
downward on the bed slightly and tongued first one and then the
other nipple.  He grasped the cone beneath her left nipple with
his hand and placed his lips over the expanding nipple and drew
it back and forth between his lips.  Lou danced lightly beneath
him and touched him daintily on the back of his head.

Brad repeated the routine on the right breast while moving his
trunk slightly to place his right hand onto Lou's bare stomach. 
It spasmed at his first touch.  Brad tantalizingly drew his hand
down and over Lou's panty-covered crotch.  Lou's eyes darted side
to side as she took in the extreme body responses caused by the
first touch of a man to her pussy.

He glanced upwards to again make eye contact with his young
niece.  Her blissful facial expression convinced him he could
move forward with his seduction.  Brad's fingers traced the
crease in Lou's panties.  On the third or fourth trip up and
down, Brad used his other fingers to signal Lou to spread her
legs.  Lou did so immediately and at the same time her hips
rotated upward toward the source of all the pleasurable
sensations.

Brad slid downward further and rotated his frame.  He could feel
the heat coming from inside Lou's panties and he noticed an
intoxicating aroma near the heat source.  Brad lightly kissed
Lou's belly button and, with his lips continuously in contact
with Lou's body, kissed once every inch of the way until his
mouth reached the top of Lou's crease.  His tongue pushed between
his own lips and he began to tongue her pussy through the
panties.

Lou was now making low mewing sounds that coincided with the
pressures of Brad's tongue on her.  Her hands were still in
contact with Brad's head and he felt her pushing him onward.

The unveiling was at hand.  Brad got to his knees near Lou's
feet.  His eyes once more asked for permission.  Lou looked
lovingly at Brad and reached for the waist band of her panties. 
Brad also grabbed and they both pulled off the panties while Lou
raised her hips ever so slightly.  

Brad's gaze went from Lou's eyes, which were large and dilated,
to Lou's mostly bare pussy. 

"Oh my God," Brad murmured.

"I am sorry I don't have much hair down there," Lou said
apologetically.

"Your body is perfect from head to toe, My Love.  I cannot wait
to feel and taste your tender pussy.  You are like a statue. 
Nothing of your classic form and shape is hidden from my view."

Deb beamed at Brad's words.  

She grunted loudly when Brad's tongue met her bare flesh for the
first time.  Brad's tongue moved skillfully and tenderly along
her vertical crease.  She grunted still louder when Brad
penetrated one layer lower under the warm and moistening folds of
her virgin pussy.  He worked in and out, back and forth with his
tongue and ever so slowly added his middle finger to the tender
touches.  The tip of his finger found her entrance and he probed
it just beyond his first knuckle.  He was surprised to find no
hymen or barrier.

"You are a virgin, right Hon?" he asked while his tongue was not
otherwise occupied.

:"Yes, Yes she gasped."

"You have no hymen...but that is of no concern," Brad said
soothingly. "It could have been torn anytime during some past
active outdoor activity or rough play."

"Yeh, OK, yeh....just keep doing what you were doing," Lou
panted

Brad had been avoiding Lou's sensitive clitoris.  He lapped it
once, twice, three times and Lou sucked in her breath and her
pelvis arched off the bed.  When he sucked the clit and
surrounding tissue into his mouth, Lou exploded.

"Oh, Oh, uhh, oh, uhh......yesssssssssss!"

Brad stroked Lou's body softly but away from her erogenous zones
so as to allow her to recover slowly from her massive climax.  He
kissed her on the forehead and lay beside and then cradled her in
his arms.

Lou's eyes blinked open and a broad smile appeared on her face as
she tilted her head to meet Brad's gaze.

"Wow, that was so awesome, Uncle Brad.  I really, really love
you."

"I know, Honey, I know," Brad replied while continuing to hold
her tightly to him.

"I want to make you feel good too, Uncle.  Teach me how."

"You want to be very sure about that, Lou, 'cause virginity is a
one-way street you cannot ever go back."

"Is that what you want to do to feel good...to take
my....virginity?"

"Nothing in the whole world would make me feel any better," Brad
said with conviction.

Lou sat up in bed and looked down at his body.  She leaned in and
kissed his lips while running her hand over his firm chest.  She
was going to show what she had just learned.  Her trail of kisses
went from the nape of his neck down to near his left nipple. 
Brad placed his arms behind his neck and lifted his head so he
could watch Lou's actions.

"Am I doing this OK," questioned Lou.

"It is impossible to do anything wrong when a man gets aroused,
Sweetie."

She reached out and with a feather light touch to put one finger
on the end of the tent in Brad's boxers.  Her finger traced down
one side of the still-clothed penis and back up the other.  She
next encircled it with four fingers and her thumb and squeezed
lightly.

"Move your fist up and down and then circle the end," explained
Brad.

Lou did so and Brad let her know with an "ohhh" that she was
doing it right.

While looking at Brad for more guidance, Lou's other hand crept
up under the bottom of Brad's boxers and she began to explore
what was hidden there.  She first lifted Brad's sack a few times
and then surrounded each ball with her fingers trying to paint a
picture in her brain of the object's size and range of mobility.
Brad's pleasure was evident to Lou from the way his body was
squirming on the bed.  She unbuttoned the front of Brad's boxers
and his penis stood tall and firm immediately before her eyes. 
She grasped it with her two smallish hands and worked it up and
down while also testing its resistance to side to side motions.

"I have never felt anything so strange and interesting before,"
Lou reported. "It is so alive and warm and hard and like an
object of art.  But it seems much too big for a young girl like
me."

"For many centuries, Love, girls your age have had men my size
penetrate them.  On the first try there is pressure and probably
some pain, but then again pleasure like you so enjoyed ten
minutes ago."

"I want to try now, Uncle Brad.  I love you so much.  I trust you
and I know you would never ever do anything to hurt me."

Brad's cock was getting extremely sensitive and sticky fluid was
oozing out of the end.

"Let me get you ready again, Hon.  Don't forget to relax and tell
me to stop if it gets too intense for you."

Brad took Lou's ankles and spread her legs wider.  He leaned in
and began to use his saliva and his tongue to supplement her
natural lubrication.  Lou rose up on her elbows to watch what he
was doing.  He arm-crawled forward and kissed Lou tenderly on the
lips. Lou could smell her own aroma on him and it excited her
even more.

"I love you, too," Brad whispered.

Brad resumed his kneeling position between Lou's spread legs.  He
took a swipe at his mouth and collected some saliva and spread it
over his cock.  He inched his hips forward and touched his penis
on Lou's moistened lips.  He increased the pressure slightly and
he could see Lou's body tense.  He took his time, maybe five
minutes, just adding and then letting off the pressure.  Lou's
vagina started to open to his urges.  At once, the ring of tissue
at the entrance to her tunnel widened just enough for the head of
Brad's penis to slip beyond it.

Brad now commenced back and forth motions of a mere inch or two.
Lou grabbed hold of Brad's forearms which he was using to support
himself.  She squeezed with her hands and he looked up to see a
small tear at the corner of her right eye.  Then she patted both
his arms to silently say 'it is OK.'

Lou's female lubricants were now flowing freely.  Brad plunged
two inches, then three, and with the next forward surge, entered
her until his public hair was in contact with her nearly hairless
pussy mound.

Brad was beside himself with joy and lust. He reached back and
helped Lou place one stocking leg around his back.  On her own,
Lou added the other leg.  He pounded hard into her, his heart
raced, and beads of sweat appeared like dew on his torso.

As before, Lou raised up slightly on her elbows so she could
watch Brad's cock plunge in and out of her bare pussy.  The
fingertips of one of her hands brushed against the point of
connection.  Then Lou lay back and started working her pelvis in
harmony with Brad's motions.  She felt her arousal grow with each
sawing motion.

Brad was nearing his peak. He sensed Lou was near hers. He
glanced to his left and looked into the dresser's mirror to see
the image of himself fucking his young niece while she had her
legs--encased in white knee high stockings and firmly wrapped
around his waist.

"Ahrhhrrhrggggaaaa," Brad screamed as his head bent backward
while his pump emptied his semen in five quick spurts into Lou's
once virgin cunt.  "My God in heaven....ooohhhh."  

Lou jerked and spasmed and ground her mound with all her youthful
strength at the impaling penis.  "Ahhuh...Ahhuh...oh...Ahuuh,"
she cried.

Brad made a half roll while still inside Lou.  Lou melted on top
of him and nuzzled her face into the nave of his neck.  Then they
slept in each others arms.

Clearly, these new lovers would forever remember that at
precisely 3:28 a.m. on Saturday, November 17, 1956---their long
held dreams had become a reality.

Brad awakened with a start at 9:00 a.m. Both he and Lou were
naked in his sister's old bed.  He realized he did indeed love
Lou more than any uncle should and he likewise knew Lou loved him
as both boyfriend and carnal lover.  

For Brad, this bed and this situation was a bit of deja vieu. 
More than a decade ago when he was fourteen and his sister Deb
was thirteen, the two had made love for the first time in the
very same bed.  They had started down the path to intercourse
many years before. They had discovered what they would come to
learn was sex before each of them was six years old.  

Back then they called it "tub tinkerings" and this developed into
mutual masturbation.  Their common baths were outlawed by their
mom when they started elementary school.  Nonetheless, they
played naked with each other from time to time until they reached
middle school age.  Then one Saturday while their dad was at work
and their mom was with other women preparing for a Sunday supper
at the church, they fucked for the first time.

Deb and Brad many times previous had rubbed their bare boy and
bare girl parts together.  But that memorable Saturday, while
playing the usual game, Brad's erect four inch penis popped
through the entrance to Deb's vagina.  Little did their mom know
when she came home that night that her children that day had lost
their virginity...to each other.

'That day years ago and last night were the two greatest events
of my life,' Brad thought to himself.

"Lou, we need to get up and get cleaned up----rise and shine."

Lou stretched her arms over head and said, "Good morning,
Lover."

"Your parents are not expected back until after 5:00 p.m. but we
need to be able to tell them what we did yesterday and today,"
Brad suggested.

Lou pointed out, "You know what we did and I know what we did but
that's not something they would enjoy hearing about, right?"

"It would be better if we could truthfully tell them we painted
walls, raked up leaves in the yard, or put on the storm windows.
Anything on that list that suits you?"

"None of the above, Brad.  What do you think mom and dad would do
if they really knew what happened between us."  

"Your dad might just kill me with his bare hands.  Your mom, on
the other hand, might be a little more sympathetic."

"Why would you say that, Brad...can I call you Brad instead of
Uncle Brad?"

"It is better for everyone if you continue to call me Uncle Brad.
 As for the reason your mother might be OK with our relationship,
that's for me to know and for you to find out and that is all I
am saying on that subject. Let's get your cleaned up."

Minutes later, Lou reached into the half full tub to test the
water temperature.  She stepped up over the high rim and sat down
effortlessly. She washed the sleep out of her face. Next thing
she reached her soapy hand down tentatively to her crotch to
clean off the dried semen and the remains of her own body fluids.
 'Nothing seemed to out of order in that region,' thought Deb.  

She climbed to her knees under the running faucet and wet her
hair and poured on a generous amount of shampoo.  She rinsed
under the running water just as Brad walked into the bathroom.

"I would love to help out," he said with a looney grin on his
face.

"Suit yourself, Big Boy."

Brad eagerly stepped over to the tub and reached for Lou's hands
and pulled her up on to her feet.  Then he created a rich lather
in his hands, stood and began to soap Lou's neck, arms, back, and
then with great concentration and a circular motion, soaped Lou's
upper chest.  Brad's technique was more of a massage than a wash.
 It was obvious to him that Lou was enjoying his bath services as
much as Brad.

He lathered his hands again and using both hands soaped up and
down one leg.  He repeated the process on the other.  Once more
he lathered his hands and reached around to really explore Lou's
fantastic tight ass.  He circled her globes one in each hand. 
Then his hands joined in the middle and lightly soaped into her
ass crack.  The touch of his soapy fingers tracing across her
asshole caused Lou to shiver in place and she felt a surge of
blushing in her face.  One last time, Brad lathered both hands
and ran them across her flat tummy down between her legs.  Lou
reached forward and placed her hands on the tub rim to steady
herself while Brad very gently probed on and under her outer
lips.  Not surprisingly, Lou once again was beginning to get
aroused.

"You know," Brad commented, "when I was little, your grandmother
Adcock used to bathe me and your mother at the same time in this
very tub.  And from time to time, Deb and I took turns bathing
each other....something like we are doing today."

Lou, in turn, said, "well, well...you must have gotten your sex
education early in life."

"You could say so, I guess," replied Brad.

He motioned for her to sit down. Next to the faucet was hung a
tin bucket with a metal hoop handle. Brad dipped the bucket into
the water and then repeatedly poured it over Lou to rinse away
the soap suds. He helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in an
oversized yellow bath towel.

"My turn next," said Brad while pulling the drain plug. He
refilled the tub and climbed in and sat down.  He washed his hair
and rinsed with the bucket.  Then he soaped his hands and washed
his face and rinsed.

"Not so fast, Bucko," Lou chanted, "I want to do you like you did
me."
Lou mimicked Brad's bathing steps.  She waited until the end to
soap his penis which even during Lou's washing had swelled and
stiffened.  Now it was standing straight out from Brad's sleek
body.  She massaged for more than a minute and even used her
middle finger to trace the tender sliver of skin between Brad's
balls and asshole.  

"You better ease off Hon.  If you keep tinkering around there you
are going to make me cum."

"Come where?"
"No dear, c-u-m not c-o-m-e."

"Cum is the fluid from my balls just like I ejaculated into your
vagina....it's just a street word for semen."

Brad sat and Lou rinsed away the soap from his sculpted body.  He
stepped out of the tub and Lou wrapped herself and Brad together
facing each other inside the big yellow bath towel.

Lou looked Brad in the eye and said emphatically, "I want to do
it again."  

She took Brad's hand in hers, dropped the towel, and walked him
from the bathroom, down the hall, and into her mom's old
bedroom.

The level of her confidence regarding sex play was twenty times
what it was only 24 hours earlier.  She pushed Brad down onto his
back on the bed and climbed on top of him as if mounted on a
horse.

"I want you to know how much I love you Brad."

She collected both Brad's hands in hers and stretched their arms
above their heads.  Lou flattened herself so the newfound lovers
could feel skin to skin contact from their faces to their toes. 
She nuzzled him under his ear and kissed his ear lobe and neck. 
Still holding his hands in hers, she slid downward and planted a
series of kisses on his chest taking extra time with his
nipples.

She slipped lower still and nuzzled Brad's muscular abdomen.  She
felt Brad's warm and stiff cock on her bare chest.  Once or twice
she raised her eyes to see Brad's eyes while studying the
expression on his face.

One final time she used her hands to propel herself further down
the bed.  Without the weight of Lou's body on top of it, Brad's
penis sprang upright inches from Lou's face.  She grasped it with
both hands and brought it upward and rubbed it lovingly all over
her face.  She cradled it momentarily in the hollow between her
neck and shoulder as if she might be cuddling a small furry
kitten.  Meanwhile, Brad emitted soft noises that could have been
mistaken for purring.

Lou then brought Brad's cock to her mouth and licked the head
quickly like an ice cream cone.  She could feel the muscles in
Brad's thighs tighten under her chest.  She kissed the slit at
the top of his cock.  While looking up to see Brad's eyes, she
placed her almost closed lips on top and sucked the cock head
into her mouth with the vacuum created by her indented cheeks. 
She let Brad's cock escape and, using her well-moistened lips,
sucked it into her mouth again--but another inch deeper.  Then
with her two hands she drew Brad's excited organ out slowly while
maintained her active suction.  The cock made a "pop" sound when
it escaped Lou's cave mouth and Brad could not help but say,
"Ohhh."  

Lou relentlessly sucked Brad's cock until Brad himself felt he
could take no more.  He reached down and pressed gently on her
forehead and released himself momentarily.

"Lou, Lou that was soooooo fantastic.  Let me also pleasure
you."

Brad's request and his body repositioning momentarily confused
Lou.

"What are you doing," she asked.

"You'll see my darling Little Lover."

With the lovers lying on their sides and in opposite directions
on the bed, Brad nodded encouragement to Lou while raising his
shiny cock toward Lou's mouth.  She got the idea instantly and
engulfed Brad's penis once again in her mouth.  Instead of
feeling the ridge of Brad's cock along her tongue as before, the
sensitive ridge was along the roof of her mouth.  Seeing the
tight ball sack before her, Lou used one hand to play with the
furry objects under Brad's dick.

Lou gasped when she felt Brad's head lightly trying to enlarge
the opening between her legs.  She stopped sucking until it was
clear to her that Brad's mouth was in contact with her hairless
mound and his tongue was attempting to pierce the crease between
her lips.

Being sucked while sucking her partner was a new and glorious
sexual variation.  She moaned into Brad's cock and opened her
thighs to almost a forty-five degree angle.  Brad's tongue was
joined by several of Brad's fingers.  The effect was blinding on
Lou.  It was as if Brad had turned on an arousal amplifier.  The
sensations of doing and being done were overloading her
adolescent pleasure receptors.  As Brad found and mouth-massaged
Lou's engorged clit, she disgorged Brad's cock and screamed out
her climax, "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh, Ah, Eh, AWWWWwwww!!!"  The lightening
strikes in her youthful groin continued for a full minute while
Lou's widespread legs clamped onto Brad's head.  

Lou rolled onto her back and said, "My GOD, that was an amazing
feeling. I thought I was losing consciousness. It was the best
for me....EVER."

Brad, on the other hand, was dying for relief.  He had almost
lost it when Lou was sucking him with such surprising skill for a
first timer.  

He wasted no time or words and said simply, "Trust me."

Brad flipped Lou over and, from behind her on the bed lifted her
ass so she was in a kneeling position.

"Rest your head and arms on the pillow. When I ask you to, guide
me into your pussy."  Brad knee-walked to Lou's behind and
touched his cock to Lou's still throbbing cunt.

"Now."

Lou reached under her with one hand and found Brad's cock.  She
rubbed it up and down her pussy crack and felt Brad push forward.
 She braced her athletic body so as to resist being pushed
forward on the bed.  Aided by the saliva on his and her
genitalia, Brad's cock pushed fairly easily and fully into Lou's
vagina.  

Brad almost lost it on this initial penetrating move.  He paused
for the count of ten to compose himself and then started the back
and forth motion of doggy style sex.  Instinctively, Lou's
vaginal core attempted to keep Brad inside her each time he
pulled back.  The effect of her muscle contractions on both sex
partners was immediately apparent.  What had been a measured in
and out motion escalated into frantic in and out motions. Mouths
falling open, both Lou and Brad punctuated each penetration with
a chorus of moans and groans.  He: "uh, uh, uh, uh."  She: "oh,
oh, oh, oh."

The tension in Brad's groin reached blow-out level and his hip
motions were so fast they nearly were a blur.  "YESSssss, ohhhhh,
Yehhhh, arrgghh," Brad shouted.

"AAaukkkk...oooo...Ahh," screamed Lou while simultaneously
cumming.

For this young niece and her uncle, this likely was the best
orgasm either would experience in their entire lifetimes.

***
Brad and Lou were sitting in the Simmons living room with the TV
on when Deb and Warren walked in the back door.

"You're home!  We missed you guys," Lou sang out while hugging
first her mom and then her dad. "How was the 'Windy City'?"

"You know it was really nice.  The convention was interesting and
your dad and I had an old-fashioned date on Friday night.  We ate
at a great Chinese restaurant. Then we talked late into the
night.  Our hotel was really comfy."

Warren chimed in, "It was really beneficial for us to get away
from our regular grind at the market."

"You both look well," Deb said to Lou and Lou's Uncle Brad. 
"What did you guys do to stay busy?"

"We cooked, and read, and watched a little TV," said Brad, "and
we just hung out and talked a lot."

Lou added, "Mostly, we just tinkered around."

Deb's head swiveled around swiftly in response to Lou's answer. 
She glanced first as her brother Brad, then over to Lou, and then
back again to Brad.

"Hhmmm," she said mostly to herself.

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