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From: "paula anon" <wastedatwasted@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} From A to B part 1
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Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2004 07:10:02 -0400
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I hope i'm doing this right. If not i'm sure you'll tell me. Find attatched 
the first installment of my story. Thanks.

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OK here it is. If you are under age for the state, province, country or 
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These stories contain:- Mg, Mgg, MbF, incest, pedo, cons, ws, voy g/solo and 
probably many other combinations of same.

This part is :- Mg, incest, cons, ped, ws, slow







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Where do I start? At the beginning I suppose. Although I am inclined to 
wander off a little whilst telling you what's happened. My name is Alice 
(Alison) and this is my story of how I discovered the beauty of sex. Of 
course I didn't even realise it was sex at the start.

I guess I had been touching myself down there as long as I could remember, 
trying different ways when one wouldn't quite satisfy. My usual way at this 
time (I'd be about 8 or 9) would be to lie on my stomach with my hands 
between my legs and fingers pressed against my fanny (cunny for you 
Americans)(perhaps I should stick to that name?) I then proceed to hump my 
fingers, until it felt really nice or someone interrupted me. I don't think 
I ever reached orgasm this way, but it did feel really good so I carried on 
doing it.

You see I was the eldest girl in a rather large family, so private time was 
almost unheard of even in the bathroom. Most things in our house were shared 
with at least one other. Baths, beds, touching, school etc. Baths were 
shared with my closest sister, as were my bed, so touching each other was 
inevitable. It never felt as good as when I did it myself though.

Anyway we had this really good uncle Brian who used to come and visit us 
once a week or so, who always brought us sweets and would let us take turns 
sitting on his lap. He was always proper with us; he never tried to touch us 
or anything like that which disappointed me. Because whenever it was my turn 
to sit on his lap, I'd always get excited and tingly down there. Afterwards 
I'd always find a quiet spot and touch myself. Uncle Brian caught me once or 
twice, but he never told. He would just smile and walk away. If he was still 
at our house when it was bedtime I always asked him to help with a button or 
a zipper, he always said that I was big enough to do it myself but he always 
helped. I used to take all my clothes off first before putting my pj's on, I 
always made sure I was stood almost in front of uncle Brian so he could see 
what a big girl I was growing up to be. I'm sure he looked at my bare cunny 
and stuff, but he never said or did anything. Being nude in front of him 
made me tingly again, and it always felt best touching after uncle Brian had 
been.
This was the norm for quite awhile, but gradually I began to notice that 
sometimes when I sat on his knee his willy would grow, and if I wore a skirt 
or dress and I gave him an opportunity to see my knickers, he would always 
look. His willy would grow again or more. It felt good knowing I was doing 
this to uncle Brian. I would try to put my hand on top of it, or try to see 
him when he went to the toilet but I didn't have much success at this. So I 
changed my tactics and tried to let uncle Brian see more of me. I'd have an 
accident in the bathroom and come back down not wearing any knickers, 
flashing my bare cunny to him at every opportunity until I got caught. Or I 
would wait upstairs until he needed to use the toilet and run in quick and 
be waiting with knickers down and skirt up. He always had a quick peek, but 
would then turn away saying let him know when the bathroom was free.

Why wouldn't he touch me? Although I probably didn't know it at the time, I 
was in love with him.

Then it sort of happened. I was out shopping with mum one day and I needed 
to pee real bad, but the public toilets were closed for cleaning and mum 
said we didn't have time to go to the others we had to be at a shop near 
home before 4pm, so I had to hold on. We got off the bus near uncle Brian's 
house and I reminded mum I still needed to go. She was getting a little 
flustered now (so was I). So she dragged me to uncle Brian's, and knocked on 
the back door. Luckily he was in, I was bursting to go. My mum quickly and 
madly explained what was happening and as always uncle Brian said not to 
worry he would take care of me, and my mum ran off to where she needed to be 
saying she would be back in about an hour. It was too late for me really; I 
was crossed legged in the kitchen. If I moved I just knew I would wet 
myself. I told uncle Brian and he just smiled and said he would sort it out. 
He always had a way of making any situation seem normal. Anyway he grabbed 
the mop bucket and placed near my feet and told me to squat over it as soon 
as he moved my dress out of the way, and not to worry about wetting my 
knickers he would sort it out. I was a bit embarrassed but I did as he said. 
He lifted my dress I squatted and peed all in one easy motion. Some of the 
pee trickled down my leg, but I didn't mind. I knew uncle Brian would sort 
it out for me. Although I knew everything would be ok I started crying and 
uncle Brian put his arm round me whilst still holding up my dress. I felt 
all warm and tingly. Once I finished peeing he took me up stairs to the 
bathroom, helping me take my shoes and socks off, then he lifted my dress 
over my head. It got stuck because the buttons were still fastened, but he 
made short work of undoing them and then my dress was off. There I was stood 
in the bathroom door in just my wet knickers feeling a little vulnerable. He 
ran some water in the sink and then ran the shower, but I couldn't help but 
notice his willy was hard and sticking out. He had jogging pants on instead 
of jeans, and I think he didn't have any underwear on. He kept on hugging me 
telling me it was ok we all have accidents and not to worry it would all be 
all right before my mum got back. I liked all the hugs; they made me feel 
tingly down there. With the sink full and the shower running warm uncle 
Brian slipped my knickers down and then off with me putting my hands on his 
big shoulders for support. He put my knickers in the sink then lifted me up 
and into the shower. He didn't get in with me, which I was hoping for, 
instead he sat on the edge of the bath and he washed me. He washed all the 
places that might have pee on with some nice soap and his bare hand. (I was 
in heaven) He started at the bottom of my legs and worked his way up, first 
the outside of my legs and round my bum. Then up the inside of my legs all 
the way up to my cunny. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath as he 
reached the top, I felt so hot down there.

Like all good things they come to an end. It was over and he was rinsing the 
soap off and lifting me out of the shower. He stood me between his legs with 
a big fluffy towel and started to dry me off. I couldn't resist it; I reach 
over and put my hand on top of his willy. It moved, which scared me a 
little. He didn't say anything though; he just kept on drying me paying as 
much attention to my cunny as he had whilst washing me. It felt so good.

Afterwards he carried my clothes and me into the bedroom nearest the 
bathroom and told me to get dressed, whilst he went back to wash my 
knickers. I was dressed by the time he came back, all except my knickers. He 
opened a drawer and pulled out some girls' clothes and found a pair, he then 
sat down and held the waistband open for me to step into. He helped me into 
them, smoothing them over my cunny and bum, and then hugged me, kissed me, 
and asked all better now? I just leant into his body and nodded.

We went downstairs and watched some TV for a while, me sitting on his lap 
with my hand on his willy, but he kept his hands on top of my clothes and 
only cuddled me like normal until mum got back. With a nice long hug and a 
few kisses we said goodbye, and mum and me went home. Everything sort of 
went back to normal for a few weeks until one Wednesday night...

... To be continued
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