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Date: Fri, 02 Dec 1994 07:38:08 GMT
Subject: New Story:MY NIECE RITA part 1(mf,cons,young)
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                        MY NIECE RITA part 1


Chapter one- Early remembrances of Sara


I never considered myself to be a pervert in any way. In fact I had
taken pride in how much I really did find women my own age
attractive. I tended to like them on the petite side, however. A
friend of mine once commented that most of my girlfriends looked like
little girls. I used to just laugh it off. I liked 'em that way and
that was all that mattered.

So why would I start off by putting into question my sexual proclivity
now? It is due to an experience that began this past summer when my 10
year old niece, Rita, came to stay with me.

She is my older sister's daughter. Rita is an incredibly cute blonde
haired girl. She's not too thin but she does have the awkward look of
a pre-adolescent. Her face still has a very innocent little girl look
about it. Even though she was only 4' 8" and 62 lbs, I could tell she
was going to be tall when she grew up. Those little-girl mini-skirts
she wore were already very high on her thighs.

My sister, Monica and her husband had separated some four years
earlier and he never had anything to do with Rita after that. I more
or less became the father figure in her life at that point. I spent as
much time with her as I could. Being single, this wasn't a tremendous
burden on me. In fact there were many aspects about being a surrogate
father that appealed to me. I was the one that talked to her when she
needed a "father" to talk to. The one that bought her her first girl's
bicycle. In fact, since I didn't have any kids of my own, I treated
her like the daughter I didn't have. She was much more than my niece
to me. My sister knew it too, and was glad I was there.

When she finally remarried, Monica asked if Rita could stay with me
for the summer. They were planning on a European honeymoon and would
be gone for most of the summer. At first I balked. I had many plans
over this particular summer. Firstly, I had entered into a very
serious relationship with a girl that was just drop dead gorgeous. I
had plans for the two of us that I didn't think would be appropriate
for a 10 year old girl to be aware of. Shows you how stupid I had
become.

I'm 27 now. When I think back on it, I can vividly remember what I was
like in my 10th year. I was a walking bundle of hormones waiting to
burst forth. I had no idea what was happening to my body or why my
thoughts always seemed to wind up on sex. All I knew was that I was
preoccupied with sex starting at about 10. I had a constant erection.
Unfortunately there was no one responsible I could talk to about it.
My parents were very prim and proper in that regard. Sex was just not
talked about in our household.

Of course I talked about it with my friends. None of us knew much
about erections or why they happened. All we knew was that it
happened and it seemed to happen all the time. We'd be out playing
and suddenly I'd notice that I had a "boner". In those cases, it
proved to be an unwelcome occurrence. It was tough to play baseball
with a hard-on.

Then one day, during my tenth year, when I was over at a friend's
house, something happened that opened up a whole new world of
activities for me and my friends. On this day we had just finished a
tough baseball game at the park, and Eric and I were both very tired.
We had come back to his house because my parents wouldn't be home
until later that evening and didn't want me to be home alone. My
friend had a sister, Sara, who was just one year younger than Eric
and I at nine years old. Eric had turned on the TV and then had
fallen asleep. I was tired too, but couldn't fall asleep, especially
with Eric's sister Sara sitting on the couch across from me. She was
a very precocious kid who had bundles of energy, and loved to be
around me when I was over at Eric's. I guess, thinking back, she had
a crush on me, but I was too embarrassed at that age to acknowledge,
or act on it before.

The show we had been watching on TV was ending and the news was
coming on. Looking up I saw that Sara was non-chalantly flexing her
skinny legs back and forth there on the couch, sitting in her too
short little skirt. Once in a while she would look up at me and smile
widely, apparently unaware of the show I could see up her dress. Sara
was an extremely cute kid with a freckled face and blond pigtails. I
had never admitted it to Eric, but she was the reason I came over to
his house so often. I had a sister too, but Monica was so much older
than me that we weren't that close. Being naturally curious about
girls, I was always eager to "discover" as much as I could about
them, and Sara had a lot to show me.

On one of Sara's leg-flex movements, sitting there on the couch, I was
able to see that she had on plain white cotton panties. The first
thing that happened after seeing that was that I almost instantly
sprouted a hard-on. This wasn't too bad at first since the room was
not too bright and my pants were bunched up in front anyway. But as
the minutes went by, and I started looking more and more at Sara's
leg's, my pre-pubescent erection was getting harder to hide. Soon she
began holding her slim little thighs open more often than closed. And
her smile had changed to a sly grin, and occasionally even a giggle.
I think she had caught on to what I was looking at, but she obviously
didn't seem to mind. Soon she gave up closing her legs altogether,
and instead she would watch the TV for a few minutes, then look back
at me. Then on the pretense of being surprised at seeing me looking
at her she would giggle for a few seconds and then turn back to the
TV. By this time my boner was harder than steel, and was no longer
concealed by my bunched up pants. The tent it was making in them was
obvious to me, and to Sara.

Suddenly Sara jumped up and ran over to me and for a minute just
stared at my crotch. At first I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak,
but Sara's curiosity got the better of her, and she said, "Wow,
Robbie, what's that in your pants?" she asked with a serious look on
her little face.

"Uh, nothing, Sara, just the way my pants are bunched," I tried to
explain. She looked up at my face, then back down to my crotch.

"But it looks like you've got something in there! Can I see?" and
before I could say no she was reaching out to touch my rock-hard
cock. Now no one had ever touched my penis before, other than myself,
of course, and at that point I was more scared than excited, and just
as her hand touched me, I grabbed her hand before she could do much
more than grab a quick feel.

"That's your 'thingy', Robbie, isn't it? I know because I've seen
Eric's when it was like that, but he didn't see me looking at him."
She had me now, and I couldn't very well deny it.

"Yeah, I guess I just have to go the bathroom real bad. I'll be right
back," I answered, anxious to get away from this embarrassing
situation. I really did have to pee, so I went quickly down the hall
to their bathroom.

Instead of unzipping my fly and pulling out my cock through the
opening in my underpants, I just pulled my pants and shorts down to
my ankles, not wanting to risk zipper-snatch on my too-stiff cock.
Now I had noticed before that it was difficult to pee when I had a
boner, and this time was no exception. Unable to pee, my mind went
back to thoughts of Sara and looking up her dress, and soon I was
stroking it rather than trying to piss through it. I think I had been
standing at the toilet for a couple of minutes when I looked toward
the door and saw the shadow of Sara peeking around it. Frightened
beyond belief, at first I tried to pull up my pants to cover up my
stiff cock. But it was too late and Sara, getting over her shyness,
opened the door all the way and stood there staring at my cock.

"I knew that's what it was, Robbie, you just got a hard-on. I know
'cuz me and my friends talk about it all the time. Did you get that
from looking up my dress?" Smart kid.

"Now Sara, I think we're going to get in trouble talking like this,
and you'd better not tell Eric."

"Don't worry I wont tell. Anyway, I've seen his hard-on before, too,
but he didn't know it." This kid really was precocious.

"Sometimes I sneak by his door at night when he thinks I'm sleep, and
then he starts to play with his thingy, and sometimes he plays with
it for a long time. Do you play with your thingy, Robbie?"

"No, Sara, I don't play with my 'thingy'. It's called a 'cock'
anyway. If you're going to talk about a boy's sex parts you oughta
call it by its right name." I was slowly overcoming my initial
embarrassment and getting a little bolder by the minute. After all,
she was the one who started all this.

"How come you don't do it? Eric does it a lot and he sure seems to
like it." She was slowly moving closer to me as she talked, and I
decided I wasn't going to be shy if she wasn't.

"What do you mean, Sara, that he likes to play with it. Maybe he was
just scratching it, or something."

"Not the way he was doing it so much, and making those noises, like
he was either hurting himself or liking it a lot. And sometimes I
think he starts to pee on himself, or something, 'cuz I see signs of
wet stuff in his bed later when he's gone...I could show you what he
was doing if you want me to.." and she moved right up in front of me,
my hard dick standing up between us.

Now, I hadn't been exactly honest with her when I said I didn't touch
myself like she had seen Eric do. But this seemed like a good chance
to start finding out something about the opposite sex, especially
with Eric asleep in the front room. No, playing with my cock and
making it hard was something that I wasn't completely ignorant of. I
had been rubbing my cock for a while in bed at this point. I found
out early that if you rubbed it, it felt good. If you kept rubbing it,
the feelings would grow and grow until it felt like you'd explode.
But the explosion had never come for me before, and I would always
quit. It seemed like Eric had discovered something more to this thing
than just rubbing it a while and quitting. Maybe Sara *could* show me
something..

In any event, Eric's younger sister, Sara, decided to show me how she
saw Eric do it. I was very embarrassed by now but still incredibly
excited, as my cock was standing straight up at attention. Sara was
more in control than me, because she wasn't nervous and all the while
seemed like she knew what she wanted to do.

"Can I show you?" she repeated.

"OK, but you'd better be quiet, and you'd better not ever tell Eric or
I'll break you neck," I replied, with a hint of humor at the last
comment. She smiled and immediately put her hand on my stomach and
slid it down to my stiff hairless peter.

"Boy, this looks harder than Eric's ever was, and I'm sure it's bigger
too!" Even at my young age I couldn't help but feel some pride at that
remark and my cock twitched at the compliment. Sara's mouth just hung
open as she began to fondle me, almost drooling as she often had to
close her mouth and swallow. Right away I knew this was not going to
be any ordinary 'rub my cock' session. It had never felt this good
when I did it to myself, and standing there watching that little girl
rub my cock was blowing my mind. I was really getting into her hand
explorations and had started thinking about her little body when she
looked at me and said, "Would you like me to take off my clothes,
too?" she asked, almost as if she had read my mind.

"OK, but you'd better go lock the bathroom door," I said. She went to
lock the door right away and was back at my side in a flash. Then she
put the toilet seat down and told me to sit on it. Stepping back a
foot or two, she unbuttoned her dress and let it slip down to the
floor. She looked at me for approval, but only needed to look at my
cock, and my face told her that I approved. She stood there for a
moment in only her white cotton panties that I had been peeking at in
the living room. Then she rested one hand on my shoulder as she
leaned over to take off first one tennis shoe, then the other. Then
standing back up, she said, "You sure it's OK?"

"Sure, Sara, if you want to," I anxiously replied, hoping she wouldn't
chicken out now. Then she moved her hands to her slim hips and taking
the waistband in her fingers, slid them down her skinny hips, bent
over and slipped them off her feet. I had never seen a naked girl
before and immediately my dick started twitching up and down. There
we both stood, naked as the day we were born, she and I both still
completely hairless on our pubes, waiting for the next step. Sara was
the first to speak as she told me to sit down while she got on her
knees in front of me.

The feeling of being naked with a hard-on in front of little Sara was
a very erotic feeling for me. It was something naughty and forbidden
and I was loving it. Apparently so was Sara. She sat back on her
haunches and taking my cock in her hands started stroking it up and
down.

"Wait a minute, I forgot something else that Eric does," she said
enthusiastically as she got up and went to the medicine cabinet. She
came back to me with a bottle of hand lotion in her hands and
squirted some out into her palm.

"I've seen him use this stuff too, and I think it helps, somehow," she
said. It didn't take me long to figure what Eric had used this for,
and I was beginning to realize that Eric was quite a bit more expert
at this sex stuff than me. She spread the dollop of lotion in both
her hands and used it to smooth her strokes on my cock. This was
getting to be too much for me and not wanting to get caught by her
brother I asked her if we could go in her bedroom to do this. She
said sure, and gathering up our clothes and the hand lotion off we
went sneaking down the hall to her own little bedroom. Once inside we
both got on her bed, me at the headboard and Sara sitting indian-style
between my legs.

Soon it was evident that Sara was really getting into my pleasure as
she now had a serious look on her face and was breathing a little
heavier. She looked determined as she began to pump my cock more
furiously. I was becoming lost in the pleasant feelings that were
welling up inside me. The feeling of another set of hands other than
your own on your cock is just too wonderful to explain and I spread
my legs farther apart and started bucking my hips to meet her
movements. Something was happening to Sara too, and I hadn't even
touched her, but she began hissing softly, stroking me with one hand
and touching herself with the other. The sight of her sticking her
fingers in her pussy was too much for me. The feelings that I had
come to know so well became stronger and stronger and I let out a moan
and suddenly this white sticky stuff shot out of my cock and covered
my legs and Sara's hands. I then collapsed back against her headboard,
my cock still spurting this strange white fluid. I was confused but
also excited by what had just happened to me. That had never happened
to me before and I was sure this was what Sara had seen Eric do.
But Eric had done it to himself, but here I was letting his nine
year old sister be the first to ever jack me off.

Sara was completely flushed too, as though she had had an experience
as well. She probably had but I was too young too know it then. Our
afterglow was short-lived however, as we then heard Eric calling for
Sara and me. I was scared into immobility, but little Sara was calm
as she yelled back to him that I had gone while he was asleep and she
was in bed. That seemed to satisfy Eric as I heard him rumbling back
down the hall to his own room. Sara then came back up to me in the
bed and wrapped her arms around my chest. She said she knew that Eric
was going back to sleep, as he was always real tired after a baseball
game. She wanted me to stay with her and do some more stuff to each
other this time, but after that scare with her brother I just wanted
to get out of there and back to the safety of my own house. I told
her that my parents were probably back by now and they might call
down here looking for me. I told I had really liked what we did and
that I wanted to do it again and promised to meet her tomorrow. She
looked sad at first but then perked up when I said 'tomorrow'. She
said it was the most fun she had ever had and she couldn't wait to do
it again. Those were my sentiments exactly.


  End of part 1 MY NIECE RITA

In chapter 2-Explaining the facts of life to my niece Rita.