My sister, Margie, back in town after six years of a turbulent and abusive marriage, has just started looking for work and has been leaving her little daughter, Samantha, with me since I work the swing shift at a furniture factory.

My house is in a small town about 15 miles from where I work and where my parents live. I like the slower pace here and the small-town feel. There is even a family-owned corner grocery up the street that has somehow survived all the Wal-Mart's and convenience store / gas stations that multiply like deadly viruses just about everywhere. I suppose I could have found a cheaper house in town, but it would not feel at all like a home, not like here, even though I live alone. I've only been here for about four years, but I know my neighbors and most of the people who work in the small businesses here. They feel like family to me, nothing like how things were with my parents and older brothers. I was only close to Margie, my sister, exactly 3 and one half years younger than me. She had it a little better than me growing up, being close to our mother, perhaps because Margie was the girl she always wanted after having 4 boys. She shared with me what seemed to be a strict distance from our father, a sad situation which she never seemed to be able resolve despite how hard she tried. I knew why Dad didn't like me - I just didn't fit his ideal of a sports-jock, having been a fat little kid and a wimpy teenager.

Now that Margie is back it seems to be falling on me to take the role of protector for her, as Dad still seems to rub it in that her husband had been a loser and that he had never approved of him. And Samantha, her 5-year-old daughter, also needs my protection and a father figure. The whole situation is terribly complicated by the fact that I am a closet pedosexual, have been since at least age 14, possibly age 8, Margie having been my first pedo-crush and pedo-contact. Margie is still very attractive to me despite having grown into a very voluptuous young lady. You never lose your first love, they say, and I think it is especially true when there is some taboo and some furtiveness involved. And I have always suspected that Margie's love for me was something more than sisterly.

It never went anywhere because of my violent attacks of embarrassment whenever anyone mentioned nudity or anything sexual, or even when I had thoughts of it with anyone else around. I could masturbate and fantasize about these things if I was in total privacy. I just couldn't handle anyone else knowing about it and that included people seeing me when I had the thoughts in my head.

One of my worst attacks ever was when I was 15. After learning the truth about sex at age 14, my memories of having fondled Margie's girl parts when I was 8 and she was 5 came flooding back. It was the start of my obsession with fantasizing about Margie. I began to sneak into her room when no one else was home and go through her intimate things. I especially liked to lie in her bed under her pink satin comforter and jack off to fantasies of intercourse with Margie.

Well, one day I fell asleep in Margie's bed after a particularly intense orgy of fantasy. And Margie found me there. Laughing, "What are you doing in my bed, Joey?" as she pulled the comforter off. She saw me there naked with an erection and several of her bras and panties strewn next to me. I let out a "Wha-huh?" and streaked from her room into mine. Wild things went through my mind. - Oh, my God! I'm caught!! What if she tells Mom and Dad? I want to just die! I'm sure she's found the wad of Kleenex I used to catch my cum. She must think I'm a total pervert! - A few minutes later I heard Margie speak softly through the door. "It's alright, Joey, I'm not mad at you. You can sleep in my bed if you want when I'm not here." As far as I know she never told our parents what had happened.

I stayed in my room for the next three days. I told Mom I was sick. I did almost nothing but sleep. About a week later there was a brown lunch bag on my bed with my name on it. Inside there were several of Margie's panties and training bras. And a note that said, "Joey, these are too small for me now. You can have them if you want them. Love, Margie."

"Love, Margie." I cannot remember that girl ever having been mad at me. She seemed to totally accept me and my shy ways and my attacks of embarrassment. And my secrets. Would she ever accept me if she knew that I was a pedosexual?

After dropping Sammy off at my parents' house following my first day watching her, I drove only 5 blocks toward the factory where I work. I pulled over to the side of the road, leaned back in the driver's seat and just drank in all that had happened.

I'd been a pedosexual, a child-lover, from the first day I learned what sex was. But I had never ever gotten even close to acting on these inclinations, having been so debilitated by strong emotional and psychological reactions. It took a precocious, and you might say reckless, 5-year-old girl to push past my reactions and take what she wanted. As a consequence, she was beginning to give me what I never dreamed possible - real sexual intimacy with another person!

Those weren't my thoughts at that moment, though. I couldn't think just then. I could only feel. It was a stronger emotion than I had ever felt. Instead of being debilitated by sexuality and nudity, I felt exhilaration! It must have been like a drug-induced high. (I've never done any drugs, so I don't know.)

I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around the steering wheel, breathed deeply and just sighed.

The car horn woke me from my reverie. My chest on the steering wheel... A poor kid passing by on a bike wiped out on the sidewalk to my right. "What the hell, Mister?" An old man watering his garden glared at me. I was embarrassed again... and late for work. I must have sat there for 20 minutes.

The feelings continued as I worked that evening. I worked faster and seemed to enjoy what I was doing. I smiled and was cordial, bantering with my coworkers - totally out of character for me. And people noticed.

I tried to place what these feelings were. I couldn't put it into words. The lady in the workstation across from me spoke, "Joe, It's nice to see you in such good spirits. You got any more of those happy pills?"

That's it. Sammy had given me a happy pill. I pictured Sammy in my mind, saw her smiles and the naughty look in her eye, heard her little snickers. I said to myself, "I love that little girl..."

A light came on! "I LOVE that little girl!" I had fallen in love. Butterflies in the stomach puppy love. A pre-adolescent style crush! I'd been "twitterpated"! And this had never before happened to me in my life!

But then I laughed at myself. Yes, funny that this should happen to me, emotional person that I am. (I was being sarcastic.) I recognized in my more cogent times that embarrassment fed my obsessions and made them stronger. And obsession fed my embarrassments and made them stronger. Perhaps now the two were becoming one with the aid of a precocious little girl and a loving and persistent sister. Perhaps now the tension would dissolve and I could just live with myself and live my life.

So I went from emotional wreck to twitterpated to self-analysis to "where does this go from here?" When I got home, I logged on to the Internet and searched through the nudist sites I'd been visiting to find articles about the issues young child nudists face. I wondered what was in Sammy's mind.

On one blog, someone asked, "How do you help a young child become comfortable with nudism?" The blogger's answer:

"Not necessary. Invariably, it has been my experience that with very young children, it is unnecessary to condition them for this lifestyle. It is like first nature to them, second nature being the wearing of clothes. All you have to do is to grant them the freedom to not wear anything." ...

"It is adults and older children that need some help at times to become comfortable with nudism."

He says, "Think of it. A child comes into this world nude. He is the result of the act of his parents consummated while they also were nude. It is only through conditioning that we humans become uncomfortable with nudity."

Seems logical, I thought. The problem is me. I guess I have always known the problem was me. So how do I condition myself to nudity?

All the blogs seemed to say that it takes practice and some boldness in pushing yourself to just do it! One suggested that you should just try being naked whenever you are alone, and to do things you would not normally do naked naked. Ordinary things like reading the daily newspaper or washing the dishes.

Right then I started. Off came my pajamas and underwear. I did my usual surfing for new nudist kid pictures then. In a couple hours, I paused for a snack and I thought to myself, "Well, hey. This really isn't that big of a deal." After my ritual before-bed self-pleasuring, I intentionally slept in the nude that night for the first time in my life.

The phone rang at 7:13 AM. It was my sister, Margie. "Hi, Joey, I hope I didn't wake you."

"You did, Sis, but it's alright. My alarm was set for 7:20 and I think I prefer your voice to the beeping of my clock radio."

She chuckled. "Just called you to tell you I'd be by to drop Sammy off about 8 AM. I already have a job interview at 9 AM!"

"That's great! I hope it goes well for you." I hope this day with Sammy goes more than well for me. I had a piss hard-on when I awoke and my cock jerked at the thought. I also thought to myself, "God it's nasty to be talking to my sister while I'm naked and with a hard-on to beat Hell!"

"I don't think anything will come of it. The secretary said there were 16 applicants that day and another 60 or so the previous week. But it will be good practice for me. It's been years since I've had to do the job search thing. See you in a little bit, Joey."

I stood at the toilet and pissed out my hard-on. I jacked myself a few times but resisted the urge to jack off. I thought I should save myself. Save myself ... save myself for I don't know what. I decided to let "what" be whatever Samantha initiated. I'd take her cues.

I got dressed but I left off my underwear. I still wanted to feel naked. For Sammy, my little naughty nudist.

I made myself some coffee and poured enough half-n-half in it to be able to drink my first cup clear down. I followed it with a shot of whiskey. Then I sipped at my second cup and my second shot.

I remembered back to when I was 10. Margie was 7. I had caught her masturbating. To thoughts of me. I didn't understand it then. I had never masturbated, didn't know what it was. Margie had just gotten out of her bath and went wrapped in a towel to her room. I went into the bathroom and took my bath. When I came out I heard Margie saying in her room, "Joey, please, Joey! Come here and help me! Joey! Joey!"

I burst into her room saying, "What's the matter Margie? Are you hurt?" She was lying on her bed totally naked with her legs spread wide and her fingers playing with her girl parts - her pussy!! I gasped. I stared for a moment. Then I ran!

I must have suppressed this memory because it never came back to me until a few weeks before I was to go into the Army. Even after I had started masturbating myself at age 11, ignorant of what sex really was. Even after I learned the truth about sex at age 14 and started obsessing over my sister with fantasies of my own. Even after I was caught by Margie naked in the same bed, her bed, after essentially having done the same thing, masturbating to thoughts of her.

The memory came back to me on a summer day. It was a Saturday. I had just told my parents and Margie the night before that I had enlisted. I was 18, and Margie was 14. I was in the garage working on my hobby - making hand-carved little racecars. Margie had been sunbathing in the back yard in a hot little black and white bikini when she ran into the garage crying. She looked at me for a second and then just grabbed me, pressing her boobs against my t-shirt-covered chest, holding me and kissing my cheek.

She said, "Joey, please, Joey! Stay here and help me! Joey, oh, Joey! Don't leave me here all alone!" Then she kissed me hard on the lips. Suddenly, I saw 7-year-old Margie, naked on her bed frantically working her little twat with her fingers! I felt my dick get hard then I fainted.

Margie arrived with Sammy a few minutes before 8. My emotions leapt seeing the smiling faces of my two favorite persons in the whole world. "Good morning, Joey." Margie hugged me and kissed me full on the lips. It felt like a mix between a sisterly kiss and one that a lover might give after months of separation. That confused me a little but I seemed to just melt when it happened. Sammy beamed her smiles and seemed pleased that her mommy had kissed me like that.

Sammy was dressed in a loose light blue tank top and thin white shorts and I could see her deep pink panties through them. I looked down and caught a flash of her tiny brown nipps down her top. The cool morning air must have made them erect.

"So sorry about Sammy embarrassing you yesterday. The little stinker had promised not to and even sealed it with a pinkie-promise." Margie chuckled.

"Yeah, but I was naughty and crossed my fingers behind my back!"

"Well, today I made her double-pinkie-promise so I could see both her hands. Sammy, you be extra careful today not to embarrass Uncle Joey. No accidents this time, okay?"

Sammy looked at me and winked. Then she said, "Okay, Mommy." I saw she had one hand behind her back.

I started to flush in my face. I felt a stab of fear and I wondered how much Margie knew about yesterday. "God, had Sammy told her mom about me fondling her bare ass? About me cumming in my pants and her playing around in the mess and tasting it?"

"Well, you have a good day together, okay?" Margie grabbed me again and kissed me, holding the kiss even longer than the first time. Out the door she went.

Sammy stood before me, then, with a shit-eating grin. "What did you tell your mommy?"

"I just told her about me going poddy while you were shaving. She thought it was funny when I told her how you got whoozy and went and fell on your bed! Not about the really naughty stuff, though."

I sighed my relief.

"I'm hungry! You got any breakfast?"

I warmed a couple bakery muffins in the micro and poured her a glass of milk. I had my strong coffee and stronger shot.

"You know, Sammy, you already embarrassed me when you said you were naughty. I thought maybe you told your mommy how I was naughty with you."

She giggled, "So it's too late, then, right?"

"What?" I spread butter on our muffins.

"If I've already imbairst you then I can't keep my double-pinkie-promise, can I?"

"I guess not."

"Goodie, cause I really wanted to be naughty again!"

"I don't know if it works that way."

"Besides, Uncle Joey, I crossed my toes on boaf feets when I double-pinkie-promised."

I didn't have an answer for that one.

She leaned in toward me and winked knowingly, "You wanted to be naughty again, too, Uncle Joey, didn't you?"

I answered that one with an embarrassed grin!

"So, what naughty stuff do you want to do tuh-day, Uncle Joey?" She squeezed honey from the little bear onto her muffin and took a messy bite.

"Your mommy told me you have some friends who like to be naked."

"Oh, yeah!!! You want to play nudiss?"

Before I could answer she jumped up and started stripping and then I couldn't answer because my jaw dropped and my cock got hard in my pants.

She stood before me for a few seconds naked and then started dancing around! I thought, "God, who could have thought it would be this easy?"

"You, too, Uncle Joey!"

I was dumbfounded. The blogger had said to force yourself to just do it. I thought, "A little external force applied violently by a little someone...."

"Are you getting whoozy again, Uncle Joey? Here, let me help you." She started to pull my shirt off. I let her. She went to unbutton my pants and I pushed her away.

"Slow down, Sweetie, let me catch my breath!" I felt like I might faint again. Of all the times in my life I wanted this time to have at least some of my wits about me.

"Sammy, would be alright if I just kept my pants on until we finish our muffins?"

"I s'pose that would be okay." She looked at my pants, tented as they were with my erection. "But I think your boy-thing REEEALLLY wants to get out of there!! He's leaking, too!"

I had a start and looked down. Sure enough, my pre-cum had made a small dark spot on my Army khakis. I felt like I was going to lose it again, but I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. This was definitely a white-knuckled roller coaster ride she was taking me on.

"Uncle Joey, you promise you'll take your pants off when we're done wiff our muffins?"

"I promise."

"Pinky-promise?" She winked and smiled.

"Pinky-promise," as we locked our little fingers together. She giggled and looked real quick at my other hand and then at my feet. I laughed out loud.

"Okay!!!" Sammy started to stuff muffin in her mouth until she had chipmunk cheeks. Then she came around the table and tried to stuff muffin in my mouth. I just about choked! I pushed her away again and washed what muffin I had in mouth down with my coffee followed by the rest of my shot. I wanted to fill my shot glass again, but Sammy pushed me back down and resumed stuffin' muffin.

I don't suppose any of you have ever tried to teach a 5-year-old patience. Take it from my experience. Can't be done.

As I swallowed the last bit of my muffin she piped, "Okay, Uncle Joey, you pinkie-promised!"

I answered, "Drink all your milk!"

She did. Then she grinned at me with a 'Got Milk?' mustache.

(Little did I suspect that she might have another kind of mustache before lunch today.)

I knew that one night's practice was not going to be enough for me to be comfortable with nudism. But I was totally disarmed now by the naked 5-year-old in front of me, her long dark wavy hair framing her erect brown nipples, her smiling red slightly chapped lips framing evenly spaced baby teeth and, further south, puffy amber lips framed by skinny but muscular legs, no tan lines on this little girl accustomed to playing au naturel in a private back yard. Disarmed also by our sacrosanct pinkie-promise.

So I stood before her, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them and dropped them to my ankles, exposing my 'boy-thing' standing at full attention happily free from my conspicuously stained Army khakis. Sammy was jumping up and down cheering like she was welcoming home the troops in a victory parade. "Yay, we're nudisses, we're nudisses!!" I beamed a proud smile, realizing the victory I had won over my trigger-happy emotions! Sammy ran forward and grabbed both my hands. I stepped out of my pants and we did a victory dance together. She watched my dancing cock pointing up in the air like a handgun shooting off celebratory rounds. It actually would, but that would come (or cum!) later.

Then Sammy jumped up into my arms and hugged and kissed me hard. It was the very first nude embrace of my life and it was heavenly!! God, I loved this little girl!!

I held her and kissed her some more. We slowed our dance and separated our embrace a little, looking deeply into each other's eyes. I saw such a pure, sweet, innocent love from her that I just about swooned, not from embarrassment this time, but from the sheer ecstasy of it. What an amazing thing the love of a child is!

I asked her then what she wanted to do next. I almost guessed she might want to do some sex stuff. I was wrong.

"I have some books from the library in my backpack. Could you read me a story, Uncle Joey?"

I should have known. From all my surfing of nudist sites, I had seen that real nudists do ordinary things together but they do them naked. My Sammy was a real nudist, comfortable with the lifestyle like it was totally natural. Like it is! Whether she was doing this consciously or not she was working to help me lose my hang-ups and my embarrassment. I think she wanted to be sexy with me, too, from the beginning, but she wanted that to be natural as well. No embarrassment, no trigger emotions, just natural sexual love. Perhaps I have read too much into her psyche, like she would understand things that are beyond her age. But I don't think so. She seemed to have the simple understanding I had somehow lost by age 8.

Sammy chose a Babar the Elephant book and I sat on the couch with her sideways on my lap, the smooth skin of her leg against my still hard cock. God, it felt good! But as I read to her and as she got into the story, my erection softened.

I remembered how I used to read stories to Margie when she was little. Dad would never read to her. Mom would sometimes, but Margie always used to ask me. I loved how she would cuddle with me on my lap for a good story. Even before I could really read she would sit down with me with a picture book and I would make up a story if I didn't already know the story that went with the pictures. And she would laugh!! I think it was the main reason we were always so close.

I finished the story and Sammy got off my lap and sat next to me hugging my arm like Margie always used to do. She asked me, "Why do some people get embarrassed or mad about nudissum?"

I answered, "I don't know why for other people, but for me I was embarrassed because I like nudism so much but I was ashamed to let other people know I like it. Ashamed for people to know about my naughty thoughts. I don't know why someone would be mad about nudism. Who do you know that is mad?"

"My daddy. He beat Mommy up because he came home and found us playing nudiss. He called her a 'dirty fuckin' whore' and said she was making me into a 'dirty fuckin' whore'."

"Uncle Joey, what is a 'dirty fuckin' whore'?"

"Not your mommy, and certainly not you!"

She started to tear up. "I loved my daddy. Why was he so mean to Mommy? Why did he slap me so hard he knocked down?"

"I don't know why, Sammy. It is really sad the way some people are."

Sammy turned and climbed onto my lap facing me and started kissing me. I kissed and licked up the tears that fell from her green eyes and she just melted into me.

"I wish you were my daddy, Uncle Joey, I love you."

She felt my dick stirring and looked down at it. It was about half hard, still pointing down. She said, "Your boy-thing looks like Babar's trunk when he's sad." She got off my lap, then, and wrapped her little hand around it. "I think Babar's getting happy now, though," and she giggled. "Oh, he's so cute!!" and planted a kiss on my glans. As she was planting a second kiss, I felt my pleasure build and shot a load of cum on her pretty little lips. She looked up at me and smiled and started to lick up the cum as it continued to spill from my very happy trunk.

"Wow!! That's cool how your boy-stuff-that-makes-babies comes out of your boy-thing!!"

Her new 'Got Milk?' mustache looked more like a goatee! She licked her lips and slurped some more of it into her mouth. Then she planted her lips on the end of my cock and sucked! I just about shot another whole load!! God, this was nice!!

Me - Joey, the 27-year-old virgin, had just lost his blowjob cherry to a 5-year-old! And just like in those cheesy romantic movie musicals the fireworks went off in his head!

Sammy sat up and wiped her mouth and her chin on the back of her arm and smiled really big. "That was fun!!!"

"You couldn't have enjoyed it as much as I did, Sammy! It was my first time ever having a blowjob!"

"A 'blowjob', Uncle Joey? That's silly. I didn't blow on your boy-thing; I kissed him and sucked on his little head and he squirted your boy-stuff all over my face! And it isn't like work where you get paid for a job or something either."

"I guess that is kind of silly. I don't know why they call it a blowjob. But that is the word for when a girl gives a man oral sex and some men do pay girls for it."

"What's 'oral'?"

"Oral is a another word for mouth."

"Well, why didn't you just say 'mouth sex' then?"

"Little kids and all their questions!"

"Well, how am I ever going to learn about all the naughty fun stuff if I don't ask questions?"

I let out an exasperated sigh and I was starting to feel 'whoozy" again.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Joey, I'm imbairstin' you, aren't I." She hugged me.

"It's alright, Sammy, I love being embarrassed by you."

"Oh, no, I gotta pee-pee, Uncle Joey!" And she jumped off my lap and ran her bare ass to the bathroom. I heard her put the toilet seat down, but then she stood in the door and asked me, "You want to watch me go pee-pee again, Uncle Joey? You haven't got to be naughty very much yet."

"Sure, Sweetie." I could have contested what she said. Taking a blowjob from a 5-year-old was naughty enough for a whole lifetime!

I followed her into the bathroom. She sat and smiled with her legs spread wide. Then she used both hands to spread open her little heaven. "Get on your knees, Uncle Joey, so you can watch real close. See, there's the little pee-pee hole." But I was wigging out on seeing girl-parts close up for the first time in my life. To top it all, her vulva and clit-hood were swollen with arousal. She started to let flow a stream of her urine, but stopped it. "I know, Uncle Joey, let's be really naughty and mix our pee-pees together!" She scooted way back on the toilet seat so that I could piss in front of her at the same time. I had no problem with needing to piss. I'd had three cups of coffee and four shots since I'd gotten up this morning. The only problem was my hard-on. I had to force a stream of pee and it stopped again as soon as I relaxed. When I started it again my cock slipped out of my hand and I pissed on Sammy' face, chest and stomach!

Sammy burst out laughing! "That was REALLY naughty, Uncle Joey! Going pee-pee on me!! Wait! Wait! You sit down now and I'll go pee-pee on you!!"

Fucking - A!!! How did a 5-year-old get so kinky!!!

Sammy straddled my legs and sat her pussy on my pubic hair; my dick nestled between her butt cheeks. She let flow what seemed to be a gusher of warm, salty-sweet piss, bathing my groin. As soon as it stopped, Sammy started grinding her little mound into my pubic bone, the slippery piss serving as an ample lubricant for her to take her pleasure on me. Soon she froze, then shuddered and moaned out her ecstasy. It was too much for me and I shot a load of cum from between her legs onto my lap and the bathroom rug.

So, now, little Samantha had taken my water-sports cherry! And I guess my 'outercourse' cherry was gone forever, too!! And it was only 10:30. Four and a half more hours with this naughty little sexpot!

I mopped up the mess on the floor and we took a quick shower to rinse the piss and sex juices off our bodies. We settled down on the couch, Sammy wanting to watch some cartoons on the TV.

She was hugging my arm again. When one cartoon ended she sighed and said, "Uncle Joey, I really liked making my 'gasm on you." Her 'gasm, her orgasm! She already knows quite a lot about the naughty fun stuff. Where could she have learned that?

Sammy turned and got up on my lap facing me and began to caress my hair and my face. She kissed me, and then started to kiss me over and over again. "Could you touch my bum again, Uncle Joey? And you can touch my coochie, too, if you want." She was asking me to fondle her. I obliged. I sent my hands and fingers exploring, kneading her soft bottom with my left hand, and finding first the rosebud of her ass with my right, then the tiny swollen lips of her little love box. She moaned and kissed me hard when I touched the little button of her clit.

A car honked outside and Sammy jumped up, looking over my shoulder out the front window. "Uncle Joey! Mommy's here and she gots pizza!" She ran still naked out onto the front porch. Good thing there were no neighbors about. "Mommy! What are you doing here?"

"I brought you guys lunch. And what are you doing, little lady, without your clothes on? I thought you weren't going to embarrass Uncle Joey." Sammy blushed then. She knew she was caught. Like a true nudist, though, she had hardly realized she didn't have any clothes on.

"We're playing nudiss, Mommy! And Uncle Joey isn't imbairst, well, not very much."

I had run to my bedroom quickly and pulled on some sweat pants. But Margie had seen my bare ass as I had rushed by. I walked back out into the entryway glowing beet red, not just in my face but my whole bare hairy chest.

Margie beamed a big smile at me. "Why, Joey, I don't think I have seen you without a shirt on since the last time we bathed together when we were kids!" Then she laughed out loud!

She walked past me then and laid the pizza box on the kitchen table. "We should eat this before it gets cold," as she began to unbutton her blouse. My jaw dropped as the blouse then her bra was tossed onto the settee, quickly followed by her fashionable skirt and skimpy panties. Margie exposed a body to me that would rival anything I had ever seen on a mainstream porn site, hotter than what was normally seen on the conventional nudist sites. I stood in awe.

Sammy was the one to speak next, "Uncle Joey, remembuw, you pinky-promised." Then she grabbed my sweat pants and tried to pull them down. I instinctively grabbed them to hold them up, then went ahead and stripped them off myself.

When Margie saw my erection she had a start and sucked in her breath. Then it was she who blushed. She turned quickly and got out plates and cups. I saw her glance again at my hard cock, close her eyes and swallow.

She sat and opened the pizza box and set a piece of it on the plate in front of Sammy, then poured her some Coke from the 2-liter she brought with the pizza. She started to pour me some also but I stopped her and grabbed a beer from the fridge. She poured herself some Coke and asked me, "You have a little Comfort... for mine?"

This situation was just a little bit short of 'comfort' for me, honestly, a lot uncomfortable. I poured a little Southern Comfort in her Coke and she held up two fingers. Guess she was needing more than a little 'comfort', too, so I poured her another splash and a half.

Sammy sat across from us and took a bite of the pizza, but she was chewing with her mouth open, as she could not suppress the grin on her face.

"So, how did this come about, Joey?"

"Well, Sammy..." Now, how was I going to put this?

Margie jumped in, "Nuff said. I know my Samantha. She is very good at just taking what she wants."

Sammy laughed out loud.

"So, what happened to our double-pinky-promise, little lady?"

She just danced her pizza around and took another bite.

I smiled, "She said she crossed her toes on 'boaf feets'."

"Oh, you naughty little girl!!" Just how naughty she was about to find out!

"Yeah, and we been doin' some naughty stuff, too!"

"Naughty stuff?"

I about died right then and there.

"Yeah. I gave Uncle Joey some mouth-works!"

"Mouth-works?"

Call the coroner!

"Yeah, his boy-thing was so cute an' I kissed it and he made some boy-stuff-that-makes-babies!"

Margie shot me a surprised glance. I was catatonic.

"An' we went pee-pee on each other an' I got my 'gasm on his tummy!"

"Joey?"

I was shaking. Tears were starting to roll down my cheeks. I thought for sure my little sister was going to kill me. She got up and walked behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. Would she strangle me now? I deserved it.

But then she bent down and hugged me, letting her breasts brush against my back.

"Joey? It's all right. Like I told you, I know my Sammy. Heck she's done similar things to me! She's humped my leg while sucking on my nipples. - God, that was heaven! - Don't worry about me calling the cops or anything. If I did, they would have to arrest me, too! Who do you think taught her how to have ' 'gasms'?"

"You...?"

"Yes, I taught her just like you taught me, well, sort of taught me."

I gave her an incredulous stare.

"I liked it, Joey, when you touched me in the bath when I was 5. But you got so embarrassed, Joey, especially when I asked you to do it again. Well, I was going to ask you before you bugged out on me!"

"So I ended up trying to touch myself like that! When I got my first orgasm from it, I just loved you for opening this new world to me! And, Joey, it's like I have always wanted to be naughty with you ever since!"

"When Sammy started liking nudism with her friend's family, I realized that she might also like sexual feelings, as I had when I was 5. She could already bathe herself except I always washed her hair. Well, I fondled her a little one Saturday night and she grabbed my hand and kept it there. She had a ' 'gasm' the very first time. She was like totally hooked from then on!"

I looked at Sammy. She sat there smiling and nodding and dancing her slice of pizza around, occasionally taking another bite. She was the only one eating.

Margie pulled the chair and me out from the table with it so that she could sit on my lap. Then she kissed me passionately. I responded in kind. I hadn't told her yet that the feeling - wanting to be naughty with her - had been mutual at least from when I was 14. But she knew. She had caught me in her bed about a year after that.

Sammy was giggling. She came over and tried to join us in the kisses. She grabbed my dick in one hand and fondled her mommy's boob with the other. Margie broke our kiss and we started laughing hysterically. Then we all just melded into one big bundle of joyous love.

Margie brought us back down, though. "Joey, Samantha, much as I would love to spend the next three days, let alone the couple hours before you have to go to work, engaged in hot naughty incest, I only have time to eat lunch! I've got a job!"

She got off my lap and sat down opposite me and began to eat pizza, though she never stopped beaming her lust at me.

"I went to my interview. It went well, but as I expected, no prospects. But on my way out of town earlier I saw a 'Help Wanted - Manager' sign on the window of that 'Mom and Pop' down the street. I came back and applied. The owner interviewed me right away. He had bought out the storefront next door. It used to be a soda fountain until it closed in the 80's. He wants to reopen it and specialize in homemade organic ice cream. He says that since the chain ice cream shop that was in the strip mall on the highway bypass moved to the new regional mall, he thought he could make a go of it. But he needs someone to manage it, he having his hands full enough with the grocery. He's going to call it the 'So Special Soda Shop', and, you guys; I'm going to be the manager! He wants me to start right now!"

Sammy exploded with glee! It seems that for her the only thing in the ballpark with being naked and naughty is ice cream!

Margie finished a couple slices of pizza, got back up and came around to kiss me again, then planted a wet kiss on the end of my cock. "God, I'd love to give you some 'mouth-works' right now, but I'll save it for another time. We have a lot of catching up to do, Joey! But we should really do it right... I love you, Joey, I always have!"

She dressed again quickly and left me alone with her little daughter. Sammy grinned at me, seeing how totally horny I was, but she just teased me, dancing her slice of pizza again and gulping her Coke.

Finishing lunch she plopped down again on the couch to watch cartoons. I sat down opposite her, but I only watched her, not the TV. She was sitting with one knee up and her legs spread wide. She started opening and closing her skinny legs, her little twat winking at me. She kept doing this for ten or fifteen minutes, all the while I'm getting very nervous. I kept looking over at her, drawn into the vortex of her little love-hole. And she still just pretended to be watching the TV, laughing at the funny parts of the cartoon.

Finally, I asked her, "Are you driving me crazy on purpose?"

She feigned innocence, "Huh?", accompanied by a wicked little smile.

"It's like your little pussy, your girl-parts, is throwing me kisses!"

She laughed out loud at the frustration in my voice! Little as she was, she was being a monstrous tease and she knew it!

But then I was laughing with her, and my tension released.

She started doing it all the more. Then she touched her cunt with her fingers, then her fingers to her lips and started throwing her cunt kisses to me. Alternately, she would push her pussy lips together with her fingers, making them look like they were puckering up, while she made kissy sounds with her mouth! "Uuummmmm-uhhh!!" Fuck, it was hot!! I think I was actually drooling!

She eventually slowed down and I moved over to her and held her and we kissed.

"Uncle Joey, you really want to kiss my girl-parts, don't you? You want to give me 'mouth-works' on my poossie?"

"Oh, my lovely Sammy, YES!!"

Fuck...! I dived in and started kissing, licking, sucking and eating her little pussy! She came violently within just a few minutes, bucking her hips and pushing her little mound as hard as she could into my face. Then I felt a gush of pungent-sweet girlcum fill my mouth. I'll remember that taste forever! And I know I will never get enough of it!

Sammy went limp as a ragdoll, having lost all of her preschooler energy. When she finally caught her breath, she sighed deeply and said, "Oh, Uncle Joey, that was 'aMAZE-a-tating'! That was my bestest ' 'gasm' ever!!" She had such a look of gratitude and adoration that it gave me goose bumps!

There was another "bump", though, that was just begging for attention, and Sammy noticed.

"Uncle Joey, I bet your boy-thing, your peen-sniss, wants to give my girl-parts a kiss, too!!"

"How perceptive," I thought. "She knows that sweet pleasures are meant to be shared. And if they are not shared they cease to be sweet."

So I took my cock in hand and pressed the glans into her little slot and started jacking it and rubbing it up and down her wet little slit. It was the happiest day in my boy-thing's life and soon he showed his happiness (or his "Hap-peen-sniss!") by squirting his "boy-stuff that makes babies" all over Sammy's little tummy!

And so this 27-year-old virgin lost his cunt-licking and knob-sledding cherries!

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In Part 3, Joey and his sister, Margie, fulfill their incestuous desires for each other, with, of course, little Sammy's help, instigation and participation. They move in with him and their relationship becomes known to their mother, who then reveals some rather providential family secrets.