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Subject: {ASSM} From A to B part 2
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 From A to B part 2

Wednesday night...

I knew it was a school night, and I should have been in bed ages ago. I must 
have fallen asleep on the sofa, and no one had woken me at bedtime. I was in 
between sleep and consciousness and I could here sounds of grunting and 
groaning. I thought it was part of my dream. I opened my eyes and I could 
see daddy on his knees. I was having trouble focusing on him, but eventually 
I realised he was kneeling behind my elder brother Carl pushing his Willy 
into his bum. I could hardly believe my eyes, I had to do a retake just to 
make sure I wasn't dreaming, hallucinating, or just plain seeing things. But 
there was no doubt about it. With further investigation Carl was knelt 
facing a chair where my mum sat, and he had his hand and face buried between 
her legs.

I was in shock I think, because I just lay there staring at them for an age. 
My dad pushing his Willy into my brothers bum whilst Carl pushed his hand 
into my mummies cunny and licked her button. I absentmindedly stroke myself 
down there, but only as a reflex action as my hands are nearly always 
between my legs whilst I sleep.

I'd never seen anything like it, but everyone seemed to be enjoying them 
selves. I was wondering what it would feel like to have a Willy in my bum 
hole, or a tongue licking my button. I was getting wet and tingly. Then the 
proceedings took a turn for the worse I thought. I felt a presence behind me 
and looked up. There stood in the doorway watching us all was uncle Brian. 
What was he doing here tonight? He only ever visited on the weekend. I don't 
know how he had got into the house, as I'd not heard a knock. Maybe one of 
the other kids had let him in, but that meant that maybe they had witnessed 
what was going on in here. Anyway that was a mute point as all hell broke 
loose as my dad jumped up in shock to see uncle Brian standing there, this 
brought a shriek from Carl and he tried to cover his rear, at which point 
mum started to get up then sat back down covering herself and crying saying 
oh no, oh my god no repeatedly. Dad had pulled his pants up and started 
shouting at uncle Brian about how the f*** had he got in, and what the f*** 
was he going to do about it, and many other things about what was happening. 
He was talking really quickly and not making a lot of sense. Uncle Brian 
just told my dad to calm down and that they needed to talk.

They went off into another room whilst Carl and my mum cleaned up and got 
dressed. Uncle Brian then wanted to speak to Carl, so he took him into the 
other room. No-one had really said anything to me yet so I was a little 
shocked when they came back and uncle Brian lifted me up, gave me a big hug 
and kiss, then he told me to go to bed. Carl wasn't very far behind me; he 
just smirked and went off to his own room. There's been a lot more talking 
downstairs, but I couldn't make anything out, and eventually drifted off to 
sleep.

Next morning no one said anything about what happened last night, but I 
could tell things were different. Mum asked me where my swimming costume 
was, and did I have clean white knickers. Why would she ask me that? I 
didn't have swimming today at school, and I always put clean knickers on in 
the morning but why did they have to be white? I checked and they were white 
with little pink and red flowers on. She said those would be ok. I was 
wearing my summer school dress, which is blue and white checks, a navy blue 
cardigan, white socks, and my new black shoes. I just gave her a puzzled 
look, but she just turned away and carried on doing what she was doing.

Breakfast over and we were all ready for school, my dad took all the older 
ones and my mum the younger because we went to different schools, but this 
time she told me to come with her. This was odd because I always went with 
the older group. Mum dropped off the little ones and then took me by the 
hand and led me towards the town centre. I figured I must have been having a 
special swimming lesson. I couldn't swim yet, so that could quite be 
possible. Mum had a bag with some stuff in it, I guessed it contained my 
swimming costume and a towel, maybe some shampoo and stuff. So I was happy 
to skip along side of mummy.

We never got to town, or the swimming baths, instead we stopped at uncle 
Brian's house, I was curious as to why we were here but also happy because I 
was going to visit my favourite uncle. Mum knocked on the door then started 
to straighten my collar and brush non-existent fluff off my blazer. 
Eventually the door opened and uncle Brian let us in giving me a big 
welcoming hug and kiss then placing me down on the sofa, he offered mum a 
drink which she declined then he asked if I wanted anything. Juice. I didn't 
care which sort; it always tasted nice at uncle Brian's. I think it was 
because he always bought the named brands, and not the cheap stuff we had. 
I'm not knocking the cheap shops own stuff, we were part of a big family, so 
cheap brands and bulk buying was what my parents did.

My mum said she had to leave soon and sort of made her way towards the door, 
uncle Brian said for her not to hurry and he went to her, putting his arm 
around her and pulling her into him for a kiss. Mum said to him we 
shouldn't, but he did it anyway. He also put his other hand between her legs 
and touched her cunny. He said you're wet, and then slid his hand down her 
pants. I could tell my mum didn't really want him to, but she didn't try to 
stop him or say anything. When he removed his hand I could see it was wet 
and slimy. I'd never seen my uncle behave like this ever, and although I was 
a little shocked, I guess I was also a little excited by it all. Mum said 
her goodbyes gave me and uncle Brian a kiss then left. Uncle Brian locked 
the door and then sat down with me to watch a little TV. I snuggled into him 
and he put his arm round me and pulled me close.

Then for the first time since we got there I spoke, asking uncle Brian if he 
was going to be taking me swimming. He laughed and said he didn't think so, 
but I would be staying with him for the weekend. But it was only Thursday 
morning, so meant at least four days. I'd never stayed at his house ever 
before. I was both excited and apprehensive. A whole four days with the 
uncle I loved so much, did he know how I felt? Why was I even here?

He asked me if I wanted to watch a movie, of course I did. Not that I really 
cared what it was, I was just so happy it was with him. We went upstairs 
because that's where all his entertainment stuff was. Hi-fi, TV, video 
player, computer, play station, etc. As soon as we were there he told me to 
take my shoes off if I was going to get on the bed. There's only one chair 
in the bedroom. We watched toy story or something like that, with me 
lounging around on the bed, and uncle Brian sat in his armchair with his 
feet up. Every now and then he would pop downstairs and come back with juice 
and something to nibble on.

As soon as the movie was over he pounced on me, pinning me down and tickling 
me. I like it when we play this game. He tickles and I try to escape, then 
we change places. He lets me tickle him for a bit then he throws me off. 
He's way stronger than me. As he tickled me my dress rode up exposing my 
knickers and belly to him, so he could never resist a bare belly. He tickled 
my belly button and then blew raspberries all over me. He was getting out of 
breath so he picked me up and sat down on the chair, sitting me across his 
lap facing him. He was wearing his normal jogging pants and a T-shirt. But 
his Willy was hard, and making a bulge in his pants. He pulled me close to 
him and hugged and kissed me, as he did I could feel his bulge pressing 
against my thighs which made me feel a little tingly down there. He didn't 
stop the tickling game; we just slowed down a bit.

I've always had a weak bladder and all the juice I had been drinking sort of 
sneaked up on me, so I said I needed to go. I don't think he heard me 
because he held me tight and tickled me some more. My dress was riding high 
and he had his hands under it tickling my ribs and belly. I told him I was 
bursting, and he made a joke about me exploding then he leant forward lifted 
my dress higher and blew a raspberry on my boobs. Well that did it; I 
started laughing and peeing all at the same time. It upset me to be wetting 
myself like a little girl, and I began to cry. Uncle Brian held my dress up 
with one hand and put his other down into the flow of pee coming out of my 
knickers and landing in a pool in his lap. He kissed me and said it's ok. He 
then pressed his fingers against my cunny and stroked me gently as I 
continued to pee all over him. I felt ashamed, excited, confused, I felt 
like I did and didn't want to be there all at the same time. We stayed like 
that for a while, long enough for the pee to feel cold against my skin.

Uncle Brian told me not to move, as he removed my dress and socks. By then 
the pee had pretty much soak into his joggers and T-shirt. He picked me up 
as he stood up and carried us to the bathroom. I guessed I might be in for a 
repeat of the last time I wet myself. (Although this time I had an idea that 
maybe uncle Brian had engineered it this way).  He turned the water on in 
the sink and the shower and let them run for a minute or two to warm up. He 
took his T-shirt off which was a little wet at the bottom, and then he 
removed his joggers. His Willy was sticking out, pointing at me. He sat down 
on the edge of the bath and pulled me towards him. As I stood between his 
legs, just inches away from his Willy (I couldn't take my eyes off it). He 
slipped his hands into the sides of my knickers and slowly pulled them down. 
It seemed to take forever; but eventually there I was stood naked between my 
equally naked uncles legs.

He threw the wet clothes into the sink and then tested the water in the 
shower; he asked me if it was cool enough for me. I checked it out and said 
yes. He lifted me in and climbed in behind me. Telling me that if it got too 
hot or too cold that I should step out of the stream and tell him. He sat 
down on the shower chair and pulled me between his legs again, and started 
washing me gently starting at the top of my neck and working his way down my 
body. Every now and then he would kiss me. This went on forever, I could of 
died and gone to heaven. He'd wash rinse and kiss me; wash rinse and kiss, 
wash rinse and kiss. When he reached my boobs he didn't just kiss them, he 
licked them and sucked them. I've not got much, but they have started 
growing. Every time he sucked my nipple, it sent shivering electricity down 
my belly into my cunny and off down my legs to my toes. I must have been 
getting very wet down there by now. I wanted him to suck my button so much. 
Liked I'd seen my brother do for mummy. But he started washing my back 
instead. All this teasing was driving me mad. Wash rinse and kiss, wash 
rinse and kiss, as he made his way down my back. Then he reached my bum. I 
don't know if I wanted him to wash me there, or even touch me for that 
matter. That's where my poop comes from, it's all dirty and stuff. He must 
of sense my tension because he said to relax as he used a lot of soap in 
between my bum cheeks and then rinsed, he repeated this and even slipped his 
finger just inside my bum hole. It felt strange but not unpleasant, and then 
it was over. He rinsed me off again and continued with the rest of me, down 
the back of my legs before turning me round and making his way up the front. 
He said he was saving the best for last. He very gently washed my cunny, 
making sure to get into all the nooks and crannies. He then rinsed me off 
and picked me up, standing me on his legs so his face was level with my 
cunny. Then he kissed me. He kissed me right on my cunny, a long lingering 
kiss. I put my hands on his had and pushed my cunny into his face, he licked 
my button. Only briefly, and then it was over. I melted into his arms as he 
picked me up and placed me on to the mat outside the shower.

A quick wash all over and he out and beside me in what seemed like seconds. 
He grabbed a robe for himself and the biggest fluffy towel I have ever seen, 
it was twice the size of me. He wrapped me up in it like a mummy, and 
carried me to the bedroom.

To be continued...
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