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UNCLE (C) January 2002

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer's Cramp
(Fm, Mf, MFg, rom, humil, coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, 
etc.)

The Players:
Sir Theodore Asquith, Guardian of Emily.
Emily Kemp, aged 13, 
Judith Reymond, Schoolteacher
Valma Reymond, her mother.
Ralph, her new husband, Judith's stepfather.
Veronica, one of Valma's friends
Freddie, Veronica's son, aged 13.
Cindy Smart, Emily's school friend.

Synopsis
Her only living relatives, her uncle and aunt take in Emily Kemp, orphaned as a 
child. When aunt dies, her uncle becomes her parenting guardian and as she 
develops into puberty begins to take a greater interest far beyond that which an 
uncle should. 
Uncle discovers one of Emily's teachers may have designs on the young girl too 
and seeks her out. After hearing (a long detailed account) of the teacher's 
childhood abuse and deprivations, he seeks her help to fulfill his desire of guiding 
Emily to womanhood by his hand.

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Chapter One
	Emily Kemp couldn't recall when she arrived at Asquith Hall, Family 
home of the Asquiths for several centuries. Uncle Theodore had explained it all to 
her several times but she was so young when she first arrived that it was just a 
faded memory. 
	He explained that her father and Sir Theodore were cousins and when her 
parents were killed in a car accident when she was just six years old, Sir 
Theodore and his wife took her in as her only surviving relatives. She grew to 
love them both for they treated her as part of their family and she soon began 
calling them Uncle and Aunt even though that wasn't their family rank at all. But 
it gave Emmy, as he called her, a sense of closeness and belonging and of course 
it was much easier than Sir Theodore or Lady Asquith.
	On her tenth birthday, they became her legal guardians and she grew up 
under their complete protection. Unbeknown to Emmy, her own parents were not 
exactly the perfect role models but she never remembered the harsh times of that 
life and the wealth of her new family meant little to a ten year old girl. She 
wanted for nothing and returned their kindness with real warmth and love. As far 
as she was concerned, these were her parents and that was the only life she knew.
	She imagined her Aunt and Uncle were probably thirty years old when 
they took their legal guardianship of her but in truth, Theodore was nearing forty, 
his wife a year younger, but it meant nothing to the girl.
	Her first taste of the harshness of life was to come just a few months later.
One evening after she had retired to bed, she was awoken by a terrible 
commotion and lights seemed to be flashing through her window from 
somewhere she couldn't quite make out. But when she looked out she saw the red 
and blue lights of an ambulance and in fright, she ran to her Uncle's bedroom to 
alert them.
	"Come, my dear, it will be alright," her Uncle said quietly, leading her 
away. "Aunt Sophie has taken ill. They'll look after her and she'll be home again 
as good as new in no time."
	"What's wrong with her, Uncle?"
	"She's had a stroke, child. But it may not be as serious as it sounds."
	Emmy had no idea what a stroke was and accepted his words without any 
concern. But two days later, her Uncle called her in and with tears in his eyes, 
told her of his wife's death. She cried too and they clung to each other for a long 
time.
	"I loved her, Uncle," she said with all the simplicity of a child and yet he 
found the words the most comforting of anyone's. "What will happen, Uncle?"
	"About you, my dear? Noth..."
	"No, about Aunt. What happens when someone dies?" She hadn't thought 
of any concerns for herself, but more to help her grieving uncle organise the 
things he needed to. "Can I do anything to help, Uncle?" He saw the compassion 
in her young face and pulled her to him, huge sobs shaking them both as his grief 
came out into the open.
	This was the worst time the youngster could ever remember even worse 
than when her parents died but she had been so small then. Now she understood 
the huge void in her Uncle's life and she wasn't sure what to do to help him. How 
could a ten-year old know what a grown man needs at a time like this? What 
could she do at all?
	"Don't cry, my poor little baby. We will always love her even now she has 
died and you still have me, Emily. I promise I will not stop loving you. Do you 
think we can stay friends? I really want that, Emmy."
	It was the security blanket the young girl desperately needed, and almost 
immediately a sense of relief flowed through her small mind. Her uncle was still 
her protector and she loved him all the more for that.
	"Oh, yes, I know we can, Uncle Theo," she said with her voice breaking 
with emotion. "Oh, yes, I love you already just like I did, Aunt Sophie. Will you 
always look after me, Uncle?"
	"Always, I promise," he said kissing her forehead and hugging her tightly. 
	"Always, I promise."
	And so, Theodore, now some thirty-five years her senior, became mother 
and father, confidante and protector, which placed such burdens on him that he, 
wasn't sure how he could manage. True, he did love her as his own daughter, the 
only one he had for Sophie had not born him any children in their twenty years of 
marriage.
	However, for Theo, this became the most wonderful time of his whole life 
as he took the youngster under his care and his love for her grew daily as he saw 
her thrive in confidence and she returned that love to him. The way his feelings 
would change in the next few years couldn't be contemplated in a thousand years 
right at this moment. They were happy times and so innocent.

Chapter Two
	It was not long before the time arrived when he knew he had to talk to her 
of the changes that were about to overtake her young body. For weeks he had read 
various books trying to work out the best way, not only to tell her in detail, but 
more to the point, just how to begin in the first place.
	Should he drive her somewhere peaceful and while she was a captive 
audience, say the things he needed to? Or ask some woman to do it for him? No, 
that wasn't his way. It was his responsibility and he would do it himself... if he 
just knew how.
	Maybe he would come into her room after she went to bed and while she 
was, again, captive, tell her the story. Or do it over dinner? Or sit together and 
raise the subject over a few days, with little hints getting stronger all the time 
until she would just have to ask him what he meant then he would tell all? Then 
finally, the decision was made.
	As Emmy rose from the dinner table to clear up, he gently said, "Emily, 
can we have a little talk? There's something I need to tell you."
	He could see her little body freeze in that instant and her eyes shot straight 
to his face almost in fear, he thought.
	"What about, Uncle. Have I been naughty?"
	"Not at all, you are never naughty in my eyes, my dear. Come. Leave the 
dishes for cook tomorrow. There's something, well, personal we need to talk 
about."
	"Are you going to sent me away, Uncle Theo?" She asked so simply.
	"No, silly girl, you should know I'd never do that. Oh, my dear, dear 
Emily, do you think of that often? Do you think I could ever do that to you? 
Never. I promise I never would."
	"Then what do you want to talk about, Uncle Theo?" Her face was the 
picture of innocence; a face that could do no wrong whatsoever and he held her 
against him as they walked into the study.
	"Emmy, I don't want to embarrass you but soon you will see many 
changes in your body and I want to tell you about them so you will not become 
anxious when you see these things happening."
	"Oh," she sighed and lay back against the sofa. "You mean about sex, 
Uncle?"
	"Yes... Well you should know what to expect, now you're approaching 
your teenage years. You're almost thirteen and I can see from the swell of your 
chest that your, uhm, well, your breasts are already changing shape." He now felt 
more embarrassed than he could have imagined and felt his face glowing red. 
	Emmy saw this too and couldn't help herself from giggling, putting her hand over 
her mouth but unable to disguise her mirth.
	"They've been getting bigger for the last year, Uncle. It happens to all the 
girls," she said with a bemused smile.
	"Yes, but..."
	"I'll show you if you like," she said in all innocence and began to 
unbutton her school uniform.
	"No... No, there's no need for that, Emmy. I just thought..." If he could 
have run out of the room he would have done so right then, but the weight of 
responsibility was too heavy to let him out that easily. "Are you having periods, 
too?" He finally managed to get out.
	"Periods. You mean at School, of course..."
	"I mean menstrual periods."
	"I don't know what they are, Uncle. We just have ordinary..."
	"Very soon, I'm sure you will start to become a fully grown woman and 
that will mean your menses will start. Every month then, you will have bleeding 
from your... uhm, between your legs and you have to wear pads to stop it 
escaping. Have you not been told about that, Emmy?"
	"Oh, you mean the curse," she said with a smile of satisfaction. "Well 
that's what some of the girls at school call it. It hasn't happened to me yet. I 
wondered why when even stupid Evelyn Turner started getting hers a few months 
ago. I was real jealous when she told us. She says she gets cramps every time and 
her mother gives her some sort of medicine for it. Will I have to take medicine 
when I start, Uncle?"
	"Do you know why it happens, Emmy?"
	"Because God said girls were bad and had to suffer," she said innocently.
	"It's because she has matured into a woman and could have babies if she 
had sex with a man, or a boy," he added quickly, knowing he had to give all the 
information he could about the need to refuse the boys advances.
	"Sex?" Emmy laughed. "I wouldn't have sex with a boy ever," she stated 
adamantly. "Yuck, One of the girls told me what that meant and it was disgusting. 
They want to..." Then she too, blushed when she realised what she was about to 
say.
	"I know what they want to do, Emmy and that's something I must tell you 
about as well. But right now you should know what these monthly bleedings are 
for. He went on to describe the functions of her ovaries and all that would take 
place in her body after that. He found it long and laborious for the words never 
came easy and he found himself blushing more and more.
	"When will it start, Uncle?"
	"It's different for every girl but once it does start it happens about every 
four weeks until a woman reaches her forties. It only stops each time you become 
pregnant."
	"But I told you I won't let any boy do sex things to me so I'll never have a 
baby. Does it still happen even then?"
	"Of, course. It's the same for every girl and one day you'll wake up and 
find a red stain on your nightdress. Then you'll know your periods are here to 
stay. I've bought you these to use once it all starts."
He handed her a packet of sanitary pads and then had to explain how they 
worked and even how to put them on. "You can go and try one on after our talk as 
a practice for when the time comes."
	She inspected the pads with intrigued attention, and never showed any 
sign of embarrassment in front of her uncle.
	"You mentioned boys before, Emmy. You haven't let any of them touch 
you, have you?"
	"What do you mean, Uncle Theo?"
	"I mean, well, under your skirt or your little breasts. You haven't let any 
of them do that, have you?"
	"You mean, feel me up. Of course not," she said indignantly. "Some of 
the girls have boyfriends but what they let them do sounds so gross. Oh, I'll never 
let them do anything to me, Uncle."
	"So you are really a true virgin still?"
	"Oh, of course I am. Anyway, it hurts, so why would I let them do that to 
me?"
	"Because there are boys who know just how to sweet-talk a girl into 
letting them do whatever they want and sometimes you just can't refuse. 
Sometimes you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to because peer-pressure 
becomes more embarrassing than actually saying no. And sometimes they are just 
too strong and could easily rape someone as small as you. You have to be so 
careful, Emmy. The older you get, the more the desire to have sex yourself and 
sometimes the desire overwhelms any resolve of chastity."
	"I'd never let them, Uncle," she stated adamantly. "Anyway, is it true they 
stick their dirty pencils into a girl's pussy? Down here?" she added, pressing her 
hand against her groin.
	"That's the way adults enjoy sex, or at least one of the ways. In time, 
when you marry, you will offer your body to your husband and allow him to do 
anything he wants and you'll feel proud of being able to offer him your virginity. 
But if you give in and let them to have sex with you know, your husband will 
definitely know you weren't pure on your wedding night."
	"Anyway, boys do things to themselves, I know because one of the girls 
watches her brother do it lots of times. He uses his hand and..."
	"Some do, Emmy. It's their way of gaining sexual relief before they have 
a wife to make love to. Most men do it when they're single. Some girls too," he 
added.
	"Girls? But they don't have a pencil to do it with."
	"It's called a penis, little one. Say it; a penis. There's nothing wrong in 
calling it by its proper name rather than a pencil or worse."
	"A Penis? Is that what they call it? I really thought it's name was, pencil," 
She asked with a laugh. "Anyway, it sounds gross."
	"You won't say that when you are married because it can give you the 
most wonderful sensations when you make love with some you really love."
	"So how do girls...?"
	"I want you to do two things when you go up to bed tonight. One is to put 
one of these pads on, just so you'll know what to do when the time comes. And 
the other is to take a hand mirror and look down between your legs, at your 
vagina and learn what it looks like. See this diagram, well, that will help you 
learn the names of your sexual parts, which you should know about anyway. But 
it is your clitoris, look, spelt like this," he said and pointed out the word on the 
diagram. "That's where girls rub themselves when they feel an urge for sexual 
stimulation. Aunt Sophie told me she did it quite often before we were married."
	"You mean she...?"
	"Yes," he said lightly. "Just like anyone else. Does that make you feel 
uncomfortable? I hope it doesn't, Emmy, because you should enjoy your sexual 
feelings, not try to hide them."
	"You mean I should touch myself? Like boys do?" Her eyes looked at him, 
aghast at the thought.
	"I know it's hard to understand but when you start to get strange feelings 
deep inside you, you will know what I'm saying is true. Never be ashamed of sex, 
Emmy, Just be careful and above all else, don't ever trust boys when they try to 
sweet talk you into doing something you will definitely regret afterwards. Now I 
think I've given you too much to think about already so we'll finish now, if you 
like. Will you do the two things I've asked?"
	"Yes, sure Uncle," she agreed without too much doubt. 
	"And tell me when your periods start?"
	"Yes, of course I will," she said without hesitation.
	"Good girl. We'll talk some more tomorrow if you want to."

	Emmy wasn't embarrassed at the discussion she had with her Uncle that 
evening but when she read the pamphlet that came with the sanitary pads, she 
realised just how personal indeed, were the things she had heard him speak about. 
	As she laid on her back, her legs spread and took notice of her vulva in the mirror 
for the first time, she found herself gasping at the strange sensations that began to 
grow within her mind.  Yes, here was that thing called a clitoris that her Uncle 
spoke about, where girls touched themselves. 
	"Oh," she said as her finger stroked over the sensitive nub. "Oh, it does 
feel... strange. And nice, she thought. Should I keep on doing it though? Isn't it 
wrong to do this? Oh, I've got to stop, she told herself, moaning at the needs she 
had never noticed before. It took her a long time to drift off to sleep that night.

	"Good, morning, my dear. Sleep well?"           
	"Uhm, not really. I couldn't get to sleep for a long time," she said feeling 
herself blush as she thought of what she had done.
	"Sometimes that's what happens. Never mind, it's not a big problem, If 
you ever want to talk about it again, I'd be happy to do so."
	"Thanks, Uncle. I... I might," she said, hesitantly.
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