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     The First Step.
          By:
      Shadowhunter
Lets start from the beginning. In 1990, I won a small sum on the lottery.
Well, actually it was somewhere around fifty thousand dollars. I was then 12
years old. In difference of other kids that age, I was not an immature
spoiled brat. Me and my mother were pretty poor, and I had never got
anything for free. Time and time again I had been forced to doing small jobs
to afford things other kids took for granted, like watching a movie together
on a friday evening, and so on. Of course, as kids tend to, I wasted a
little cash on stupid stuff like candy, ice-cream and the odd
lottery-ticket. Fortunatly for me that is. It was right before Christmas, on
the 21st. Me and a pal was in town, shopping for gifts. I had just finished
when I passed an old lady that sold lottery-tickets in benefit of some
association of blind people. I bought one, and won.

In the ten seconds it took me to figure out I had won, I made the descicion
that made my life what it is. I told my friend it was nothing, sent him
ahead with some excuse of going back for another present I had forgot, and
then returned to the lady when he was out of sight. I donated about 2000
dollars to her and her blind friends. In return, we hushed everything down.
I got a banking-person to sign a legally binding document, that shortly said
he would care for my money in my name, doing nothing with them he was not
directly ordered to. I made sure he couldn't scam me by one of the
paragraphs. It said that he had to have my signature, witnessed by two
persons chose by me on everything to be made with my cash. I chose one of my
teachers and his wife. He was a man I really looked up to, and I knew I
couldt trust him with anything. And besides, since he had more than enough
money for himself, he wouldn't be tempted to gang up to steal from me.
Everything worked perfectly. Soon my money was growning steadily, and my
mother never knew a thing. Sure it was hard not to tell her when the going
got rougher, and sometimes I managed to sneak her a little something. I
threatened the bank to withdraw all my cash once if she didn't get a loan
she was applying for. Of course she did. And I paid half the interest on the
loan, making it quite affordable to us.
Then death. My mothers death. On the first of June, 1995, my mother had a
heart-attack and she was dead before she hit the floor. I came home from
school and found her. I don't know why, but I couldn't cry. I haven't cried
after that day either. I just made all the arrangements, and found out she
had a heavy life-insurance. It more than doubled my money. Seventeen years
old I started a new life for my self. Since I was already seventeen, and
no-one else was to care for me, the court ruled my way, and I could handle
my own business. I bought a house, thousands of kilometres away, and moved
there. I had the house renovated, and brought not up to date, but way past
this date. I planned to live there for the rest of my life, pusuing a career
as a writer. The house is big. In the dozen or so rooms there is eight
bedrooms, a library and a small room with six computers around the walls.
There is also some living-rooms and a lot of toilets.
Still a child in heart, I loved secret dungeouns and such. Threfore I let
them make a closet in my bedroom on the first floor into a secret room,
unlocked by a magnetic signal from one of my rings. The door is a large
mirror. The secret room is filled with computer-equipment, and the chair is
made to sit comfortably in for hours and hours. It is here I spend most of
my time. Or was... Nowadays I have a little other hobbies to. And that
brings us neatly into the reason I am writing to this newsgroup.
It was Christmas. Boy do I hate Christmas. I never quite figured out why,
but I do. Maybe it was because I hated to see how my mother spent her last
cents on other people, even though most of it was spent on me. Even later,
when I gave her some really good presents back, it made me feel guilty to
accept her gifts. It is the same with all gifts now. Therefore I have tried
time and time again to tell everybody I know that I don't want any presents,
that I don't celebrate Christmas any more. I never did manage to convince
more than a few. The ones I never could convince were my own flesh and
blood. Thats right, I never said I was an only child. I had three grown-up
brothers and a likewise grown-up sister. Now that I had moved within
reasonable distance, they had kind of started to resume the contact.
So there I was, Christmas eve 1996, and my whole family was there with me.
There was Tony, my oldest brother at 34, with his wife, two daughters and a
son. Then there was Peter with his daughter and Owen with his two tiny
daughters. Last, But not least there was Carol with two daughters and a son.
The son however was spending Christmas with his girl-friend. I don't know
why, but my siblings all tended to get daughters. The time was about
twelve-thrity in the night, and I had just retired to my room. As soon as
the door was closed and locked behind me, I slipped out of my clothes, into
a bathrobe and pressed my ring against the right side of the mirror for
three seconds. A small click, and I stepped in to my quarters. I sat down in
the chair, and immidately the screen blinked and flashed up a prompt. I
typed in my password and windows 95 opened up. (I don't like it either, but
every good program is written for it, so how could I not have it?)
With the press of a button, the nine screens in front of me flickered to
life with the images transponded by the hidden cameras in the different
rooms of my house. I adjusted the settings so I looked at only the girls
rooms. I had always know I was a pedophile, and I hoped for one of the older
girls to masturbate or something. Before long, I got my wish. Tony's oldest
girl, Sofia, 13 years old, tossed her covers off and started playing with
her pussy. I zoomed in and got a couple of nice shots of her almost
completely hairless slit as she made her fingers dance over her clit. She
started moving around wilder as she sank a finger deep inside her-self, and
I realized she was opening her mouth. Quickly I activated the microphones
and her moans filled my completely sound-proof chamber. I froze dead in my
tracks as I realized what she was moaning as he fingers drove her to a
quaking orgasm.
"Oh yeah, fuck me uncle Frank, fuck me. Drive your cock deep inide me. Thats
it uncle, thats it..."
Uncle Frank. That's me...


           Sofia's Surprise;
          Uncle Frank part II
                  by
             ShadowHunter
I gasped in surprise and was paralyzed for almost a minute as I saw the
young girl writhing on the screen, using her fingers to satisfy her self
while her silent moans revealed that I was there with her in her fantasie.
As I saw her orgasm, and then cover herself again, I realized I had typed
the commands that saved the automatic recording of her little 'evening
exercise'. I wondered how I should use it against her. But I had to move
fast. She would be leaving only two days later...
That night I masturbated like I hadn't done since I was fresh into puberty.
I came three times, just thinking of the possibility of fucking that
gorgeous little niece of mine. I fell asleap, and even though I didn't
remember them, I knew from my raging hardon that my dreams had been filled
with Sofia, or should I say, she had been filled with me...
I acted like nothing had happened. Or I tried, that is. It's really hard to
act completely normal when you have just seen how you can fulfill one of
your most secret dreams. During the day I tried to stay as long away from
Sofia as possible. It shouldn't have been that hard, considering the size of
my house and the yard outside where most of the kids where playing in the
snow. The rest was playing in one of the larger rooms, with the toys I had
generoulsy given them for christmas that same morning. However, what I had
never realized before now came painfully obvious. Sofia followed me like a
tail. She tried not to make it to obvius, but now that I was actually
looking for her, in order to avoid her, I realized just how hard she stuck
to me.
Once, when me and two of my brothers, one of them her father, where sitting
in a couch in front of a tv, drinking beer and watching some old movie, she
brought us a new sixpack from the fridge, without anybody asking. She
delayed her leaving until her father told her to go out and look after the
other kids, and when she was finally gone her father looked at me.
"I swear man, she has one hell of a crush on you. She bahaves just like her
mother did around me when we were teens."
I looked at her father with a calm ironic smile. I didn't want to blow this.
A thousand jokes rushed through my brain and were disapproved. Most of them
because of the age-difference between me and my brother. Finally I found one
that might work. I had do distract them...
"Well, in the dark ages, when you were a teen, I bet it was alright. And
besides, I never touch anything old enough to talk. Not even to eat it!"
The other night we had made a joke on a cheese that Tony had brought from
home, one of those things that smelled like it had been dead for a decade,
and tasted like it had evolved from a dumpster. We had said something about
it being old enough to talk, and in a couple of months it would bite back.
By using this joke, I managed to distract my other brother into laughing at
the old joke. Tony however, just looked at me. He just looked...
I shook it off. I guess there had been some way to handle it better, but I
didn't understand why he hadn't catched my bait. Was he expecting me to
express my lust for his daughter, telling him I would want to kiss her,
seduce her and then push my big hard cock up her tight slit? I wouldn't
think so...
Later in the day I suddenly found myself alone with the lovely young lady
for a couple of minutes. The rest of the family had gathered in the major
TV-room to watch some cartoons that is broadcasted every christmas, but she
didn't want to. I guess she was rebellious, or maybe she just figured she
could stay closer to me, that was going to prepare some snacks. She offered
her help, and I agreed. I shouldn't have. I guess my hormones got the better
of me, and soon I was standing there behind her, holding her young hands in
mine, guiding the knife in her right had through a tomato, showing her how
soft she needed to cut. When I pulled away her left hand suddenly twisted
and caressed my palm as I moved back.
I froze. Or at least my thoughts. My hands just changed their course a
little, caressing her young arms on their way up, following her lines up
past her shoulders, to her neck, where they met and gave her suddenly tensed
muscles a little friendly squeeze. Her breathing had almost stopped, but now
it resumed, a little heavier than before. She turned around and looked me in
the eyes. I could see the desire in her eyes, the wanting. And I could see
the fear.
As much as she wantedme, she was afraid of me. Not afraid that I might hurt
her, or at least I don't think so. She was afraid that we might be
discovered, afraid of the fulfillement of her fantasies. I let my left arm
fall, and lifted her chin with my right hand. She closed her eyes, and I
gently kissed first her left, then her right eyelid. I could see the tears
forming, and as they begun their journey down, I gently kissed them away.
Then I gently pressed my lips againt her lips. The reaction was like an
exploding bomb. She threw herelf at me, clinging to me, pressing her tounge
between my lips and almost desperatly exploring my mouth with it. I kissed
her back, and our tounges wrestled. She tasted fresh, and for a second I
forgot where we were and started sliding my hand up the back of her t-shirt,
that I had lossened from her pants. I tickeled hger back while we were
kissing, and felt her hands starting to slide up my back, inside the sweater
I had gotten by her father. Soon our kisses lightened up, became short and
nibbly. After a few minutes, that seemed like hours, I managed to stop our
little ordeal, and return to the work. She wouldn't let me go thouygh, not
until she had pressed me for a promise...
As I had promised, I walked into her room after twelve that night, when all
the others had gone to bed. First I used my monitors to check that the other
were in their rooms. I noticed that my youngest brother was giving his
girlfriend a godd, silent fuck, and started a recording of it. Then I set a
recording on Sofia's room, and brought a small remote that controlled most
of the secret functions in my house. Like the door-locks...
I stepped in to her room and locked the door behind me with the remote. I
showed her it was locked by giving it a good shake. She was laying there,
looking at me, and then she flipped the cover aside, so I could see her. She
was completely naked. I smiled at her and laid down in the bed, next to her,
without removing my clothes, or even touching her. She looked wondering at
me.
"Oh don't worry, I'm going to fuck you all right. That's no problem. There's
just one thing..."
I looked at her and then gently reached out and let my right hand thumb
gently touch one of her nipples. She tensed up and I could feel her nipple
turning rock hard almost immidiatly.
"What's that, uncle Frank?"
I smiled and gave the nipple a hard tug that made her gasp.
"How long have you been fantisizing about me?"
She looked me deep in the eyes.
"Since the first time I met you. Remember you called me 'Aifos', saying it
was Sofia spelled backwards?"
I nodded. Of course I remembered. Actually I had used that name in a...
"I red that name the week after, when one of my friends showed me how to
access a local pirat-bbs on my daddies computer, and I downloaded some
stories..."
I kissed her mouth. She didn't have to tell me any more. The name isn't
something anyone figures out. Of course she had figured I had written the
story. I had only uploaded it to that one place. What a freak accident that
she had read it. When she snuggled up close to me and started digging
through my clothes, I thought of it more as a miracle, though.
I grabbed her arms and psuhed her back. She looked accusingly on me. With a
smile I explained that she was not to move, she was to see but not touch.
Feel but not move. I positioned her on her back, legs slightly spread, arms
along her sides. Then I leaned over her and extended my tounge. Gently,
gently I lowered myhead until the tip of my tounge connected with her left
nipple. I flicked my tounge a coupek of times, each time making her twitch,
trying hard not to push her whole breast into my mouth. I switched from
breast to breast, quickly pushing her forward on her panting way towards
orgasm.
Then I stopped. I backed away, didn't even move her. She looked pleadingly
at me, but everytime she tried to move my hands were there, correcting her
position without touching her in the sensual way she needed. The expectation
made her agony even worse, and I could see her licking her lips time and
time again. When I want to, I can move quicker than anyone expects, and now
I suddenly attacked her left breast, taking it all into my mouth, sucking
and biting rather hard on the nipple. Sofia couldn't stand it anymore, and
grabbed my head, pushing it down while she raisedher chest to meet my hungry
mouth.
I switched and attacked the other brest just as agressivly, while I slowly
advanced my right hand up the inside of her right thigh. I moved the hand up
and down, every time one step closer, and soon she was moving her hips,
trying to push herself closer to the illusive hand, so that I would touch
her pussy. I had mercy on her, and squeezed her mound tightly, feeling her
warm wetness against my hand. Without stopping my attack on her breast for
more than a second a time while I breathed and kissed her bared throat, I
plunged my right index-finger deep into her. I didn't feel any hymen, but
considering what I had seen last night I wasn't surprised.
What did surprise me was how tight she felt. Even though I was no virgin, I
had only had sex a couple of times, with only three different women, and I
had never felt anything as tight as this. I refused to accept her tightness,
and pressed another finger in. When I showed a third in, and then a fourth,
her grunts almost became a small scream, and I covered her lips with mine. I
realized I had pushed her to hard, and pulled two of the fingers out. My
hand felt like it had been caught in a vise, and it felt good pulling most
of it out.
Without loosing a beat in the rythm her pelvis had started to form I begun
stroking her clit with my thumb while I madly fingered her. Her pussy was
dripping, and a thought formed in my mind. Before she could realize what I
was dojng, I had moved my head down between her legs and was covering her
slit with my mouth, pressing my tounge in between her cuntlips, tasting her
young juices. My sudden toungefucking pushed her over the edge, and she
groaned something silent as she arched her back and spasmed through what she
afterwards claimed to be her most extreme orgasm ever.
I moved up next to her, holding her tight as she seemed to want me to.
Dreamingly she whispered that she never wanted to go home, that she wanted
to do this every night and every day for ever and ever. I understood how she
felt. I had nothing against continuing this for ever. My only problem right
now was my cock, that had grown painfully hard.
"Sofia, there is one more thing. Would you please help me..."
She realized what I ment before I had finsihed, and opened my fly. As if she
had done nothing else in her life, she grabbed my cock, bent over me and
swallowed it...
She moved her head up and down, going deeper on every down-stroke, while her
hands moved lower and lower until they were fondling my balls and I felt her
throat sucking a hold of the top half of my cock. My eyes must have rolled
back into my head, and I must have groaned, and before seconds, my load was
shooting in her throat...
When she crawled up to me I could see she hadn't liked it, but she didn't
complain at all. Instead she forced a smile and said that she thought it
would be even funnier to have my sperm go into her belly from the other
direction. I agreed, and she hugged me tight as we slowly drifted of to
sleep a couple of hours...
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| ShadowHunter                  |
| dark_1@deathsdoor.com         |
| Writer and public fool        |
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