From mrdouble@ix.netcom.com Wed May 14 17:32:44 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: mrdouble@ix.netcom.com (Mr Double) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest Subject: "Jannie" by RWEIII Date: Wed, 14 May 1997 21:32:44 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 902 Message-ID: <5lda20$g1m@dfw-ixnews7.ix.netcom.com> Reply-To: mrdouble@ix.netcom.com NNTP-Posting-Host: dal-tx2-27.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Wed May 14 4:15:44 PM CDT 1997 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:194549 alt.sex.stories.incest:16392 alt.sex.incest:63888 (c) Copyright 1997 RWEIII ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. "Jannie" This story is really about everyone but me. It's about how my life changed the lives of so many others, but I can't remember that. All that I know is what I've been told. In this first part, you will learn a little bit about what happened to my mind. You may find it a bit disturbing. I know that I certainly did. The stories that follow give a bit more detail. They are more an account of the past than an account of what happened because of it, although you will need all of the pieces to make sense of it. In June of 1995, my lovely girlfriend, Tina, and I started having problems. Tina is every man's idea of the perfect little dream. She's petite, cute, and full of hell. The lady never seems to run out of energy. Anyway, I had turned thirty-two, and Tina had just turned twenty-six. We share the same birthday. We're both ‘April Fools'' babies. I'd never really experienced impotence before, but three days after my birthday, there it was staring me in the face. Tina was wonderful and understanding about it. She kept telling me that all men experience it at some time in their lives. She even brought home pamphlets and articles for nearly a month. A month, that was a fairly long period of time to be without real intimacy. It was really starting to bother me. I hesitated, but finally made an appointment with a doctor. Dr. Mayanez was a broad-shouldered Brazilian in his late twenties or early thirties. It was obvious from his charming manner with the nurses that he was quite a ladies' man as well. He introduced himself as Rico and told me to make myself comfortable. I don't know if anyone really can be comfortable with a doctor of Rico's specialty, but I certainly wasn't. I pretty much knew what to expect, and the thoughts of having another man examine my manhood in that manner were anything but comforting. The exam took a little bit more than an hour. That included a full set of x-rays, an ultrasound, and a lovely little thing called a Barium enema. (Trust me, you don't want to have one of these things unless it's absolutely necessary!) Dr. Mayanez' results were anything but comforting. "I can't find anything wrong," he explained. We went over my x-rays together and then Rico showed me every inch of my insides with an ultrasound. There was nothing out of place. Returning home empty handed left me in a very shitty mood. I was cranky from all of the procedures, but I was more unhappy about the lack of results. There were still a few test results that would take time to interpret, but Rico seemed to think that they would all turn up normal. What he had effectively told me was that everything was in my head. That just wasn't good enough. I knew that there had to be something more to it. I went to several more specialists before Tina finally demanded that I go to a psychiatrist. Our relationship had decayed to the point of near collapse anyway. I had never really known how important sex was to me. My lack of ability wasn't really bothering Tina, but how I was handling it was. Tina said, "Jeff, you've got two choices." She continued, "You can either go to one of the Psychiatrists that your doctors gave you, or you can stay here and think about it while I pack." I didn't really have any choice. I really hadn't expected Dr. Schwerian to be a woman. She was rather pretty, but she hid it well under a heavy veil of professionalism. I was quite nervous on my first visit, but I answered the doctor as honestly as I could about everything that she asked me. Then, just before the session was over, she gave me an odd prescription. I was to wrap a string postage stamps around my penis while I slept that night. If they were broken when I woke the next morning, it would mean that I had experienced an erection in my sleep. If they were intact, it might mean that there really was a physiological problem. The stamps were broken when I got up the next morning. "Maybe I just slept wrong and they broke," I thought. Still, I had to admit that something had happened. I did the same thing the following night. The results were the same. Something in my mind was keeping me from having erections. "It couldn't be Tina," I thought. Her tiny little body and boundless energy were more than enough to turn me on! One last try with the stamps gave the same results when I woke up. My appointment with Dr. Schwerian was at eleven o'clock. I thought, "At least I won't have long to wait." Tina had the day off. She was snuggling and tucking her chin around my neck as I sat and read the paper. "How can anyone this cute and sexy not be turning me on?" I wondered. Tina's hair was thick, long, dark-brown, and beautiful. I had always gotten an erection just thinking about how it felt on my bare chest. She was doing that and more, but nothing was happening! What the hell was wrong with me? One session with Dr. Schwerian turned into nine. Nothing had changed. "Jeff, I want to try something with your permission . . . I want to try hypnotizing you," she said. I was game. It had been more than three months since I'd made love with Tina. Hell, I would have tried just about anything. I watched the small light travel in circles around my face. As it did, I felt my eye lids getting heavier. The tension was leaving my body. Everything became warm and comfortable. I hadn't felt so good since this whole thing began. ‘Snap!' My eyes opened and I hazily regained my orientation. "Oh yeah, I'm in Dr. Schwerian's office," I thought. I felt refreshed. It was as though I had been asleep for several days. There was a weight that had been removed from my mind, but what was it? "Well Doc, what did you find out? . . . Is it gone? . . . Am I cured?" I asked impatiently. Dr. Schwerian smiled, sat across from me, and said, "Jeff, I think it's a bit more complicated than that." She continued, "You've got some repressed memories, and one of them is what's causing your impotence." Hell, how bad could it be, right? I asked, "So, what do we need to do to get rid of these repressed memories?" The doctor smiled again and asked, "Do you have a brother named Carl?" I nodded. "...and a niece named Jannie?" "Well, Janet, but I used to call her Jannie . . . Why?" I replied. She kept smiling that constant smile and asked, "Do you think that Janet would be willing to come in and talk with me?" It was a bit unnerving that My doctor wouldn't tell me why she wanted to talk with Janet. I'd always loved Janet, but I couldn't understand why she would have anything to do with my impotence. No amount of begging, pleading, or threatening changed the doctor's mind either. She eventually told me that it could cause permanent damage if things weren't done properly. "That could mean permanent impotence, Jeff," she explained. The thought of permanent impotence was far more than I could handle. I removed my wallet and gave Dr. Schwerian Janet's new number. She had moved out of my brother's house only a month before her birthday. With that, my doctor told me that she would call me as soon as she could set up an appointment. She gave me a prescription for some Valium, and sent me on my way. Janet had turned twenty-one a few days after my own birthday. I had helped her to move from my brother's beach house to an apartment by the marina. I had been there for every part of her life, but I had no idea what she could have to do with my problem. It really bothered me not to know how she fit into the picture. I stopped and filled the prescription at the bay pharmacy and then went home. The short drive home was a very uneasy one. My feelings of comfort and relief had changed to feelings of impending doom. What was happening to me? Tina bounded to the door and wrapped her arms around me when I came in. "Did my big, strong man battle the mean lady doctor?" she asked. The giggle in her voice helped to overcome the dread that my mind was experiencing. I kissed her playfully on the nose and then bit at the air in front of it several times. "Now that's more like my Jeffie!" she exclaimed. As the day wore on, my feelings of dread returned. I had never really liked Valium much, but I took one to try to shake the feelings that I was going through. In about a half-hour, it began to work. Warm and comforting feelings replaced the hollow and nagging ones. "Maybe my doctor did know what she was doing," I thought. One day turned into four. With my new friend, Valium, nothing was really bothering me. I was still impotent, but that seemed like it should have been unimportant compared to .. . . "Compared to what?" I thought. What was it that I had been keeping locked up so tightly in my mind? More than that, what could it possibly have had to do with Jannie? The phone rang at four-thirty. "Hello Jeff." It was My Doc. "Can you come in at ten tomorrow morning?" she asked. "Sure, no problem," I lazily replied. She said, "I can hear that the Valium is helping," then she asked, "You're not driving while you're on the medication, are you?" I assured her that I was behaving myself, and thanked her for the prescription. Then, we said goodbye and hung up. Tina's warm body was cuddled next to me when I awoke. She was smiling and making little whimpering noises as she dreamed. Watching Tina sleep made me remember why I loved her so. I snuggled myself down in our bed so that her angelic little face was right in front of me. I just lay there and watched her sleep for a while. She made me feel warm. Her unconditional love had always made me feel good. I had been lying next to Tina for more than a half-hour. She'd moved her hand up by her face, and I couldn't resist the temptation. I took several strands of her hair and dragged them across her cheek. She batted at them as a kitten bats at a toy. She was adorable. I waited a few minutes between teases, but I couldn't help myself. My little kitten was still smiling and whimpering softly. Her lips pursed each time that I touched her face with her hair. Then, she would move her chin up as if biting at something. I remember wondering if she was dreaming that she was a cat. Tina eventually woke, and I pretended to be asleep. That lasted all of about thirty seconds. She licked both of my eyelids, giggled, and then said, "Wake up sleepyhead!" The sticky-eyed feeling was not at all unfamiliar. I didn't like it, but I'd grown accustomed to it. I rolled my face into a pillow and did my best to wipe my eyes before opening them. "Hey Lunch-box, sleep well?" I asked. The broad smile on my face was my way of telling Tina that I was only joking with her. She immediately straddled my waist and placed her hands firmly on my shoulders. "Jeff! I hate it when you call me that!" she exclaimed. I pushed up my face and kissed the air between us. She snarled and said, "I mean it!" Her twinkling eyes and impish smile told me that things were not as serious as they sounded. "But honey, you've got the cutest little lunch box . . ." I taunted. Tina immediately pounced and began to tickle my ribs with a vengeance. "That's it mister! . . . You've done it now!" she giggled. The frolicking continued. I wished that Tina was ticklish. Jannie had always been ticklish. Why couldn't Tina be ticklish too? That thought brought me immediately to reality. Why the FUCK would I compare Tina to Jannie? Tina's cheerful smile turned to a serious look of concern. "Are you ok, Jeff?" she asked. I nodded and tried to smile. "Is something wrong?" she asked. I just shook my head and kept up the artificial smile. "I'll just be glad when this whole doctor thing is over," I explained. Tina lay her head on my chest and said, "It's ok Jeff . . . You'll be done with all of that soon and then things will be back to how they were." I nuzzled my face into her hair and inhaled deeply. She smelled so good. "I know honey," I replied. Then I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her on her head. Tina was a great one for getting me motivated. Although we lay together for a while, five minutes was about all that it lasted. Then she physically pushed me out of the bed with her feet. "Go take a shower . . . You're stinky!" she said. God, her childlike voice was wonderful! I blew her a kiss and headed to the shower. I had not been under the warm spray for more than a minute when Tina joined me. It was fairly normal for us to shower together. Since my impotence had started, it had become even more frequent. The first few times were quite awkward. I was feeling quite emasculated already. Having Tina's little hands lathering me up was somehow degrading. As time went on, I knew that it wasn't about sex though. I knew that she just wanted me to know that things were ok between us. Tina hugged me tightly that morning. Her warm skin combined with the warm spray felt reassuring. I was pensive when I got to Dr. Schwerian's office. She was waiting for me when I walked in. There was something in her eyes that I was searching for. I had no idea what it was, but I knew that I would find it there. "Are you ok, Jeff?" the doctor asked. I did not reply. I just kept searching her eyes for some indication. My doctor put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Come on in . . . Let's get this started, ok?" Her expression was changeless. She was smiling as she always had been. That damned smile! "Lay down and relax, Jeff . . . Everything is just fine," she said. What Dr. Schwerian said somehow made things ok. It was as though I had expected to find someone else in the office with her. It was as though something terrible had just failed to occur. My doctor told me that she had talked with my niece. She said that everything was going to be easier now, and that I had nothing to fear. I didn't know what that meant, but it helped. "So Doc, what is it?" I asked. The look on my doctor's face changed. She looked serious. The only other time that she had looked this way was when she'd told me that my impotence could become permanent if things weren't handled properly. The first order of the day was that I relax. She offered me a shot of Valium, but I refused. "I'll be ok," I said. The familiar smile returned to her face and she said, "I think that this would be better if you took the shot, Jeff." I didn't really want it, but I reluctantly gave in. I've always hated shots. I don't know why, but they've always really bothered me. The worst part was over and I was relaxing on Dr. Schwerian's couch. The familiar warm feeling had returned. "This isn't bad at all," I thought. Dr. Schwerian asked me to tell her everything that I could remember about my niece. That was no problem. I began by telling her that I had been there when she was born. I remembered being as proud as my brother Carl was. I remembered being the one to teach her to ride a bike. I was the one who taught her about Softball and Tennis too. I had been the one who took her body-surfing and swimming for the first time as well. The story went on until I told my doctor about helping Jannie to move into her own place. That was it. It had taken over an hour, but I was done. I hadn't left anything out. "That was really good, Jeff," the doctor said. She sounded encouraging. Then she asked, "But what about from nineteen-eighty-five to nineteen-ninety-one, when Jannie was eleven to seventeen years old? . . . You left those years completely out." "No, I didn't," I replied. I hadn't left anything out! I tried to think. "Let's see, when Jannie was eleven, I . . . I . . . " Hell! I couldn't remember! That was ten years ago! "Do you remember when your brother and his family moved in 1988, Jeff?" Dr. Schwerian asked. Sure! That was easy. I told her about helping my brother and his wife to pack. I told her that I remembered feeling sad that they were leaving, but happy that Carl had found such a good job. My memory was just fine! "What about Jannie? . . . Do you remember how you felt about Jannie moving away?" "I'm sure that I felt sad, but my brother couldn't pass up an opportunity like that," I replied. "No, I mean how did you feel about Jannie herself?" the doctor corrected. I closed my eyes and tried to think. "Um . . . Um . . . Um . . . Oh hell, this is stupid! . . . What are you getting at here?" I asked impatiently. I was frustrated. I knew that there was something that she wanted me to say. It was pissing me off! " Jeff, I want to try something different now, ok? . . . I want you to relax, close your eyes, and just listen to what I say. . . . You've got to let me finish before you say anything though. . . . It's very important, ok?" she asked. That was fine with me. Finally it would be my doctor who was doing some of the work! I agreed and she began. "Uncle Jeff, will we ever be together for always?" It was Dr. Schwerian's voice, but it was somehow more familiar. An image flashed into my mind, but I couldn't hold it long enough to recognize anything about it. "Will we ever be together forever, Uncle Jeff?" It was the same damned thing. God this was familiar! Where had it happened before? "I love you Uncle Jeff." Dr. Schwerian's voice continued. This time the image stayed. It was the image of Jannie hugging me when I'd just finished helping her to move. The doctor was silent for a while and then asked, "What did that make you remember, Jeff?" I told her. I said, "The first two just flashed in and out so fast that I couldn't see them, but the last one stayed; it was when I helped Jannie move into her own place." "That's good, Jeff . . . Now I want to try the same thing with a taped voice, ok?" she asked. I agreed and closed my eyes. I finally felt as though we were getting somewhere. "Uncle Jeff, will we ever be together for always?" It was Jannie's voice. Oh God! The image that it brought forth was painful. I felt as though my heart was being ripped from my chest as soon as I heard it. I immediately started to cry. God it hurt! What I saw was Jannie, with her arms wrapped around my own waist. She couldn't have been any more than fourteen at the time. She was looking up at me with those big blue eyes. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. My eyes flew open and I exclaimed, "Oh my God!" I had to sit up. I had to collect myself. Why had this hurt so much? I stared at the doctor and pleaded, "What is this?" Dr. Schwerian rose and sat beside me on the couch. She wrapped her arm snugly around my shoulder and said, "I know that this is painful . . . It's going to get more painful before we're done, but you have to do it." Her words were soothing, but not comforting. I just stared at her, with my jaw agape, and asked, "But what is it? . . . What have I done?" She smiled her confident, knowing smile and said, "It's ok, Jeff . . . Everything is going to be ok . .. . It's just going to take time." Time? God, I couldn't handle much more ‘time' like that! I felt as though someone had just pulled something up from within the depths of my soul! The doctor got up and left me to compose my thoughts. The Valium helped, but I still felt somehow violated. It was a very uneasy feeling. "Ok, Jeff . . . Let's try it again," my doctor suggested. I lay back and held the edges of the couch tightly. I needed to feel grounded. I needed some sense of support and control. "Uncle Jeffie, should we really be doing this?" The voice was again Jannie's, but the image that it brought lasted only an instant. I waited for the next voice, but it didn't come. Dr. Schwerian asked, "Did what you heard affect you at all, Jeff?" I shrugged and answered, "The image didn't last long enough for me to see it." We tried several more of the same thing, but none of the images lasted long enough for me to make sense of them. None were as powerful as the image of Jannie clinging to me when we said goodbye. That's what it was. It was the day that my brother and his family left for Vermont. Dr. Schwerian gave me a prescription for more Valium and another prescription that I was to take just before I went to sleep. She told me to warn Tina that it might make me have unusual dreams. She said that it was important that Tina understand that the dreams that I might have could be strange, and that Tina not worry about them. Then, my doctor changed her mind. She asked if I minded if she called and talked with Tina while I was still there. I told her that would be fine. Dr. Schwerian's conversation with Tina lasted only a few minutes. My doctor had told her everything that she had asked me to tell her. It seemed a bit odd, but she seemed to feel that it was very important. Then my Doc explained about giving me a shot of Valium and asked if Tina would mind picking me up. Tina evidently said that she would, because she arrived within ten minutes. To be honest, I was feeling pretty stoned when Tina came to pick me up. I hadn't really noticed it while I was on Dr. Schwerian's couch, but standing in her entryway was a different story. I could hardly keep my balance. I don't really remember going to the pharmacy after that. I only remember Tina giggling as we went through the front door together. She said, "Whatever your doctor gave you, I want some too, Honey! . . . You look like you're having a VERY good time!" After that, all that I can remember is that she laid me on our bed and took my shoes off for me. It was about five o'clock in the evening when Tina finally woke me. She was sitting on the edge of our bed with two plates of Lasagne next to her. Her eyes looked so loving, soft, and gentle. She was running her fingers through my hair with one hand, while lightly patting my cheek with the other. Groggy or not, it felt wonderful. Her voice was barely above a whisper and she asked, "Do you want to eat something now, Honey?" I scooted myself to the other side of the bed. That was to make enough room for Tina and the plates of Lasagne between us. She smiled and pushed the plates toward me. Then she lay facing me and began to feed me. We hadn't lay in bed and fed each other like that for over a year. It was something that we both enjoyed, but neither of us usually thought of it unless something had happened. We hadn't even fought this time. It was so fulfilling when Tina took care of me like that. We spent the rest of the evening cuddling and snuggling. Tina had asked me about my doctor visit, but I didn't really want to talk about it. She told me that it was obvious that I had been crying, and that she was sorry for what I must have been going through. Everything about her felt and smelled so good. I hadn't had a Valium since the shot in the doctor's office. I hadn't needed one either. Having Tina in my arms was all of the warmth that I needed. Just knowing how much she wanted to be with me was more than enough to overcome any fears that I might have. Then, just before we went to sleep, Tina gave me one of my new pills. We both drifted off to sleep shortly after that. It was a stormy day outside. It felt good to be rolling on the floor with Jannie. I was tickling her and she was loving every minute of it. Carl and his wife had gone to the Keys for the weekend while I took care of their eleven-year-old daughter. Jannie was still wearing her pajamas. They were actually boys' pajamas, but they were what she liked to wear. I didn't really like wearing pajamas, but I always did when I was watching Jannie. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I was also in my pajamas. Jannie was laughing and telling me to stop tickling her. She was out of breath, but the wide grin on her face told me that she was fine. I began to kiss her face, as I often did, when one of her attempts to tickle me back shocked me. I felt her tiny hand inside the fly of my pajamas. She had no idea where she was touching me and was just trying to get the upper hand so that I would stop. The image faded and everything changed. It had become a bright and sunny day. Jannie and I were running along the beach. She had just said something and I was chasing her for having said it. I caught her around the waist and pulled her to the ground. I was frantically tickling her in the warm sand and she was giggling. She squirmed and twisted as I tickled. There was no way that I was going to let her get away this time. Then the expression on her face changed. She went from squirming and wiggling to a very calm and soft-eyed little girl. Jannie was lying on her back and looking up at me longingly. It was then that I realized where my hand was. It was underneath her swimming suit and between her legs. Mixed feelings of excitement and embarrassment raced through me. ‘Boom!' A clap of thunder replaced the sunny beach scene. Jannie and I were once again in my brother's house. We were lying naked on the living room carpet. She was barely thirteen and I had one of her little breasts all of the way in my mouth. I flicked at her little nipple with my tongue. She just lay there and absorbed my attentions. Her little hand was wrapped around my erect cock, but it was not moving. Her other breast looked so pink and tender. She just lay there, offering her little body for anything that I wanted. Without any warning, everything changed again. Carl and his wife were arguing. Jannie ran to me and jumped into my arms. She was fourteen. I could tell because she was wearing the little Amethyst ring that I had given her for her birthday. I smiled and held her in my arms. I was telling her that everything would be all right as I hugged her. The image was soon replaced with one that was more familiar to me. "Uncle Jeff, will we ever be together for always?" Jannie's teary voice ripped into me. It was so vivid! Jannie held me as if for the last time. I wanted to lift her and kiss her deeply, but I couldn't. My brother stood only a few feet away from us. All that I could do was look into her beautiful eyes and cry. Oh God, did I cry! I held her tightly as though I could absorb her if I just tried hard enough. I woke to Tina's yelling. "Jeff, it's ok! . . . It's only a dream!" she exclaimed. She was shaking my shoulders vigorously. The light on her nightstand was on and she looked terrified. She repeated the phrases until I was conscious. I was still crying when I finally came to my senses. "I'm ok, Hun . . . God that was vivid!" I told her. Tina wrapped her arms tightly around me and said, "You really had me scared there for a minute . . . I would have really lost it if your doctor hadn't warned me that something like this would happen!" Tina's tight embrace brought back fragments of the dream that I'd just lived. I closed my eyes and held her so that she wouldn't see. I couldn't let her see. It was starting to come clear to me. I couldn't let anyone see what I'd just seen, especially not Tina. I spent the majority of the following day trying to accept what I'd known all along. I had pressed it so far to the back of my mind that I still my doubts, but one thing was clear. I had done something to my niece when she was younger. Exactly what that was scared the hell out of me. I knew that I had to know, but I was terrified at the thought of what it might be. My appointment with Dr. Schwerian wasn't until the next morning. I was actually afraid to take the pills that she had given me. When bedtime finally rolled around, I told Tina that I had taken one of the pills even though I hadn't. She just stared at me, stunned and hurt. She knew that I was lying. "Honey, I just lied . . . I didn't take a pill . . . I was too afraid to after last night," I explained. Tina's face returned to normal. "I knew that you were lying, Jeff . . .. I'm glad that you told me," she replied. That was followed with, "I talked with your doctor again today . . . She called and warned me that you might feel that way . . . You were still in the bathroom and I didn't think to tell you about it . . . That's why I knew that you were lying." After what I'd just done, I had no choice but to take a pill. In a small way, I almost wanted those dreams to return. For the most part, they weren't painful. It was only when I had said goodbye that things became uncomfortable. I lay my head on the pillow and waited pensively for what might come. It was Christmas of nineteen-eighty-nine. My parents had invited me to spend the morning with them, my brother, and his family. For some reason I couldn't be there. Instead, I sat on my balcony and watched the sunrise. I was all alone, but the pale shades of yellow and pink filled the morning air with a strange sense of wonder. I closed my eyes and was back at my parents' house two days before. Jannie was lying on the edge of her bed. She was naked and my saliva still covered her growing breasts. Her nipples were hard and she was watching me patiently. I knew what I was about to do and so did Jannie. "Uncle Jeffie, should we really be doing this?" Jannie asked. Her voice was soft and inviting. "We don't have to if you're afraid, Honey," I replied. I was trembling. The thought of what lay before me was the most exciting thing that I could imagine. "You have to tell me that this is what you want, Honey, or I just can't do it," I whispered. My parents, my brother, and his wife were asleep upstairs. I watched my niece's mind race as she thought of what to say. After what seemed like hours, she finally said, "It's ok, I really want to feel what it's like . . . I really want it to be with you the first time." I was covering Jannie's mouth with my own. It was as much to keep her quiet as it was to make either of us feel good. My shaft inched its way inside of her. Her little hand was guiding me awkwardly, but it was working. Her eyes were loving, frantic, and confused. Then, when I pushed hard against her hymen, she closed them and gasped into my mouth. Her fingernails dug deeply into my back, and then I was inside. I was inside of my niece. The pace was very slow at first. I knew that she would feel pain if I wasn't gentle. I didn't want her to feel pain at all. I wanted her to enjoy what was happening. Jannie again opened her eyes. Her stare had changed. I was looking into the eyes of a fourteen-year-old who was very much in love with me. What's more, I was in love with her. The pace eventually increased until Jannie started panting. She was nodding and whispering, "You're making me get one . . . I'm going to get one with you inside of me . . . I can feel it Uncle Jeffie . . . I can feel it." A few moments later, her body bucked and writhed as a woman's does. It was her first time and I was making it happen. Jannie's arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled hard against me. Her eyes were pleading as she pushed up to meet my strokes. Then she quivered a tiny bit and it began. Jannie's little body stiffened, but her hips kept grinding and thrusting against me. Her grip on my neck tightened, and then she began to scream. Her teeth were clenched, and I knew that she was trying not to make any noise, but she couldn't help it. I placed my mouth on hers once again and tried to muffle the noise. As I did, she screamed even louder. I felt as if like my ears would explode. Jannie then began to relax. My strokes were constant against her, but her body was quenched. I felt her tongue enter my mouth as soon as her breathing slowed. The heavy sounds of air rushing through her nostrils were replaced with gentle and steady breathing. I felt my orgasm growing. It was forming deeper inside of me than I had ever felt before. It had been long in coming, and seemed as if it would be longer yet. I just kept gently stroking my body into and out of Jannie's velveteen cunny. I pulled my mouth away only long enough to say, "Jannie, I'm going to now." Jannie's body immediately returned to its spastic writhing. Her tongue was frenzied within my mouth. I felt the sensation rising within me, and then it happened. My body tensed and I was engulfed in a wonderful orgasm. It just seemed to keep coming and coming. I opened my eyes to see Jannie's contorted face below me. I was spent, but she was still on the verge of her own orgasm. I closed my eyes and continued to thrust into her. My softening cock was hypersensitive, but I gritted my teeth and tried to get Jannie there. It was too late. My erection was gone, and Jannie was pumping her hips against mine without any hope of getting there. All that I could think of to do was to use my fingers. I slipped two of them into her and resumed the pumping action. Jannie kissed me and was soon at her peak again. It was starting. Her tiny hips were strong against my hand. I forced my fingers until she started to scream into my mouth. Then I began to swirl my fingers as I pumped. Her scream was as loud as the first one. Jannie bucked against my fingers and dug her nails into my shoulders as she did. The image faded, but I was still looking at Jannie. She was older now. We were in her bedroom in Carl's new house. I had lost two years somehow. Jannie was now a very ripe sixteen years old. She was on top of me. The look on her face was that of a young woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Her eyes were closed, but her face twisted and smoothed to every nuance of what we were doing. Without warning, I was sitting at my desk reading a letter. There was a small locket taped to the bottom of the letter. "I know that locket," I thought, "That's the one that I gave Jannie when I asked her to . . ." The alarm was louder than normal. I reached across the bed to get to it. As I did, Tina woke. "Thank you honey . . . I didn't realize how much I missed you like that," she said playfully. I had no idea what she was talking about. Tina told me that Dr. Schwerian had suggested that she mount me in my sleep when I became erect. My jaw dropped and I asked, "You raped me in my sleep?" Tina beamed and replied, "Yeah, and you were WONDERFUL, honey . . . I mean WONDERFUL!" I was a bit uneasy about it at first, but then the idea grew on me. Even if I hadn't really been there to enjoy it, at least Tina had been satisfied. At least I was living up to my half of the bargain. Tina pranced about the house for the next hour or so. She seemed rejuvenated and completely alive. She had even made me an outstanding breakfast while I was in the shower. Her boundless energy had returned. I was truly grateful for what had happened, but I felt as though I had cheated on her in the process. It was . . . It was . . . Oh God, it was my sixteen-year-old niece who I'd actually been making love with! Dr. Schwerian seemed pleased at my anxiety. She was glad that I had arrived early. I had barely gotten into her office when she asked, "Is it starting to come back, Jeff?" Starting? Hell, it was back in all of its glory! My memories were flooding in like a Summer tide! "Doc, I basically molested my niece!" I exclaimed. She nodded and asked, "And you're feeling guilty about that now?" "Guilty? . . . Feeling Guilty? . . . Doc, I should probably be in PRISON for what I did to her!" I replied. The same familiar smile crept onto Dr. Schwerian's face. She shook her head and asked, "Did you ever hurt her on purpose, Jeff?" "Well . . . Um . . . No, but what's that got to do with it?" I replied. "Jeff, you were in love with her, weren't you?" the doctor asked. I blinked a couple of times and then answered, "Well yeah, but so what?" Doc Schwerian went on to explain that my feelings were rather common. She told me that many men have similar feelings for various little girls in their lives. "Do you know what makes you different from most of those men, Jeff?" She asked. I shook my head. Things were still too out of hand for me to think clearly. My doctor waited a few moments for me to reply. Then she quietly said, "You acted on your feelings, Jeff . . . You allowed your emotional love to become physical love . . . You tried to express yourself to a little girl in ways that she couldn't possibly understand." But she HAD understood! She'd had many orgasms when she was only twelve! I'd taught her that! I was the one who introduced her to that form of love! "But Doc, she DID understand!" I replied. My doctor tipped her head slightly. It was as if she was trying to see if I truly meant what I was saying. What she said after that blew my mind. My doctor said, "That's what she said too, Jeffrey . . . She said that the two of you were really in love with each other as early as when she was only eleven years old." I sighed a deep, heavy sigh. My doc continued, "But you didn't know that your brother wasn't her father, did you?" "What in the hell are you talking about? . . . Carl is her father . . . He's my brother for God's sake . . . Don't you think that I'd know if Jannie wasn't my niece?" I demanded. Dr. Schwerian just sat calmly and explained everything. Carl and his wife, Denise, had been trying to have a baby together for over a year. When Carl finally agreed to go to a specialist, the couple found that his sperm count was incredibly low. They tried various methods of conception, but finally agreed to try artificial insemination. That's how Jannie was born. The sperm that was used to create Jannie was NOT my brother's. "But . . . How? . . . When? . . . How long has Jannie known?" I asked. "Her mother told Jannie about a month before she turned twenty-one," my doctor replied. I was becoming incredibly dizzy. I had to lie down. "Doc, I'm really tired . . ." What followed were vivid reenactments of the past. All of the tears, fights, and lost hope were unnecessary. I relived every moment. Every detail of almost seven years' secrecy raced back to my mind . . . -- Read more from RWEIII at Mr Double's web page: http://www.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html