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Subject: {ASSM} Getting Away from it All - Ch. 1 (Mg-6, F, rom, inc)
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Comments are welcome and will be taken in ASSD or the e-mail addy
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comments will be posted to ASSD(unless there's any objection by it's
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....and just so you'll know:

The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. On top of
that a good number of them contain prepubescent children. If for any
reason it's illegal for you to read anything like this e.g. under some
specific age or maybe because of it's content I highly encourage you
to try hitting up a bingo parlor or skate park instead.

Also keep in mind that I wrote this, not lived it and to my knowledge
know of no one who has lived it. If you know anyone who has lived this
including yourself it's pure coincidence. Get over it. If you know
anyone who wants to live this including yourself I insist that any
such parties cease and desist from such thoughts and stick with
fantasies such as this. If you know of anyone living this including
yourself I must say that no matter how good a story ends, real life is
not a fantasy. Please stop.

If you feel offended by anything so far written then why the hell are
you still reading? Go knit a ball warmer or something!

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Sorry about the first posting of this one. After editing out the corny
bad crap I went off to the head and some drunk bastard discarded the
changes and I ended up posting garbage.

Chapter 1

After two years on a job Gavin started out really enjoying he was
feeling it may not be the thing for him. He thought maybe a break
would do him good so he called up his sister Isabelle whom he hadn't
seen in over five years. He'd only talked with her but monthly at
most. They were very close after their parents' deaths but after she'd
moved across country with her husband they were beginning to miss each
other. Especially since both were recovering rather bitter divorces.

After exchanging some initial scuttlebutt Gavin explained he was
considering a vacation and was sincerely interested in getting to see
her. He was planning on taking a couple of weeks off and thought maybe
getting a hotel room and scheduling some things to get together on
while she was available.

Isabelle was ecstatic but managed to keep her composure. "Yeah, I'd
love to see you but... I do have a spare room here" his sister said.
"You're more than welcome to it for the duration. I'm kind of strapped
this month and can't take off from work at all. The divorce cost more
than it was worth hiring lawyers for. I know you're good with kids and
was wondering would you mind watching Brenna for me to save on
day-care a little?" she bit her lip.

Gavin figured it would sure help his wallet to save on hotel fair. His
divorce put a good dent in his own budget. Minding Brenna wasn't a
problem for him either. Heck he already was missing his own boy.

"Sure", he finally told her. "I can come up with a few things for her
and I to do while you're out and then on weekends and an evening or
two we can all have a little fun."

"I'm so looking forward to seeing you again Gavin", she beamed, "and
thank you so much for being willing to watch little Brenna for me."

"I'm looking forward to the trip either way believe me!", he ensured
her.

He put in his vacation request at work and once approved he booked a
flight online with a budget airline. He knew he would want some
spending money so he planned it for a couple of weeks off so he could
avoid last-minute rates and collect another pay-check. Putting up with
the job a little longer was worth it.

Finally his bags were packed and he was off to the airport. He phoned
Isabelle to let her know his planes so far were on schedule and so was
he. Anticipation started roiling up in both of them. Gavin wanted to
nap on the plane but was unable to. During the lay-over in Denver he
had plenty of time to grab a meal but he could only manage a snack. He
wasn't hungry but knew it was his lunch time and should eat something.
After boarding the final leg and a drink on the plane he knew he was
almost there and was able to settle down enough to get in a good,
sound dream-sleep. Dreaming of a nice, relaxing, fun week away from
work with his sister and niece. A sleep good enough to ease the
jet-lag and let him handle the extra four-hour difference from Atlanta
to Huntington Beach.

He'd been able to get to the gate in Denver early enough to get one of
the first boarding tickets so after the plane pulled into the gate at
ONT Isabelle didn't have to wait long before her brother was coming up
the ramp. Immediately they locked in on each other.

To anyone else at the gate it was damned obvious. Though they weren't
identical they were twins. She was a little shorter than he and his
hair was a touch darker than hers. Otherwise they were two fit, and
quite apparent, siblings meeting at the airport. They met and
embraced. It was apparent they cared for each other deeply. The scene
reminded those who passed of days gone by. It reminded them of
commercials they'd grew up with promising of glorious days when
airlines brought families together. It also reminded them of their own
childhood and when looking at their siblings how hard it was for them
to imagine actually meeting their brothers and sisters at the airport
in twenty years as happy as they appeared on the tube. Now they
enjoyed the experience more than they thought they would but otherwise
flying had become simply a drudge.

"Izzy!" "Gavvy!" Almost simultaneously you would have heard those
words if you were at the gate. Then the two hugged like you don't see
anyone hug anymore in real life at least on a regular basis. Wrapped
in each others arms he held her, closed his eyes and enjoyed her
embrace as she his. But only for a moment. His nature told him to be
considerate of his other fliers and he lifted her and carried her a
few steps out of the way of other passengers de-barking. He noticed
little Brenna who stood rapt in the love displayed before her.

Brenna hadn't seen her uncle since she'd been four but still had a
little crush on him. She smiled patiently waiting for him. Suddenly
the two were separated and he was lifting her from the floor.

"And you must be Brenna," he said with a smile. She gave him a big
grin, nodded and gave him a hug. Even at almost seven she was a little
shy. He hugged her back and she released and leaned back to look at
her uncle.

"Hi Uncle Gavvy," she said coyly.

"Hiya sweetie", he said and planted a kiss on her cheek. "It's sure
good ta see ya."

"Good to see you too", she said and hugged him back.

Her six year old body didn't seem heavy to him at all. Certainly not
skinny she wasn't fat either. Not tall or squat. She was gorgeously
healthy looking. Her nose had a minuscule little upward pug to it that
went well with her slightly pudgy cheeks and just-noticeable dimples.

"Sir," a security guard said from behind breaking the moment, "is that
your bag?"

Gavin turned to find him pointing in the gang-way.

"Yes, I'm sorry", he said letting Brenna down.

He crossed traffic, towed his bag out of the way of the other
passengers and the three headed out of the gate with Brenna taking
Gavin's free hand. They laughed and talked as they made their way
through the airport. When they made it outside the warm August air
felt so good to Gavin. The Saturday afternoon drive home wasn't too
and when they arrived at the house he put his bags in his room and
everyone prepped to go to the beach. Isabelle grabbed some things
she'd prepared from the fridge and a few beers and put them in a
cooler and they headed down the street to the beach.

Gavin was no stranger to beaches but this was his first time to
California. He was amazed at how good it was to bask in the sun
without feeling hot even this time of year. They picnicked and Gavin
and Isabelle talked as they watched Brenna make sandcastles and chase
the tide. They even helped build a few only to tear it all down. Then
splashed around and wrestled in the surf the rest of the afternoon.

They rinsed the sea water off at the beach and went home, changed, and
went out to eat at a favorite cafe of Isabelle's. Back at the house
they talked and had a glass of wine or two. Finally Brenna fell
asleep. Gavin went to his sister and gently kissed her cheek and said
goodnight. The day had been a long one for him and he was tired.
Isabelle got up and put away their glasses while Gavin gently lifted
Brenna, carried her to her room, stripped her shoes, socks and dress
off and tucked her into bed. She'd been so good the whole day and he
adored her. She stirred slightly and smiled as he kissed her forehead.
He turned to find his sister in the doorway smiling at them. "You're
very lucky," he told her.

"I know," she said and they gave each other a warm thankful hug for
being together again. She went off to her room and Gavin settled into
his. Just as he was about to flip off the lamp there was a little tap
on the door. He got up and cracked it open to find little Brenna
standing there.

"Can I sleep with you?" she asked. She'd loved the attention her uncle
had given her during the day and had awakened long enough to want him
again.

"Sure", he said opening the door. He lifted her over and into bed, got
in himself and turned out the light. Her warmth comforted him and in
no time they were both in dreamland.

The next day everyone awoke well rested. Gavin seemed to have managed
the time adjustment quite well. He did wake once around three to find
Brenna's body snugly spooned against his but just smiled and closed
his eyes and went back to sleep. They all had a good breakfast,
cleaned up and got ready to meet the day. They'd planned a few things
for the weekends and today was Disney day. Brenna hadn't been able to
go since she was four and Gavin had never been there. They had a
wonderful time spending the whole day there then stopped for Chinese
take-out close to home. They ate and watched TV and after a while
Brenna decided it was time for bed and went off to her room. Some time
later Gavin and Isabelle followed suit giving each other a good-night
peck in the hall.

The next morning Gavin awoke, stripped off his Haines and donned a
pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Isabelle was in the kitchen drinking
coffee and having some cereal.

"Usually I'd have rushed out the door with Brenna long before now" she
told him. "Thank you so much for watching her for me."

He brushed it off. "Don't mention it, she's an absolute dream. I don't
expect I'll have any problems."

He meant it too. She was well mannered, smart, witty and fun to be
with. She didn't demand attention but then she probably didn't feel
the need to. Though he'd spent plenty of time talking to Isabelle
Brenna had so far gotten fairly equal billing. He enjoyed her company.
After they ate Isabelle headed off for work and Gavin laid out on the
couch and flipped on the TV. A bit later Brenna came around the corner
and smiled at him with puffy eyes.

"G'mornin", he said smiling back.

"Morning", she said with a yawn and went for the kitchen.

"You want me to fix you some breakfast", he asked.

"No thank you", she said and was no sooner coming back around the
corner with a banana.

Gavin was laying along the length of the couch with his right hip up
against the back of the chair. His pelvis seemed like as good a place
to sit as any so she just hopped right up and sat on down. Gavin
didn't mind and just smiled at her and continued watching TV. As she
ate her banana she started squirming a bit and dancing to the
commercials. Her little butt rocked and rolled back and forth on
Gavin's limp willy. Brenna just kept on wiggling after the commercial
was over. As the next commercial came on she felt an unmistakable
presence between her and her uncle. She hesitated for a split second
and was about to open her legs and reach down to check out what it was
but she knew what it was.

Brenna's mother had taught her how babies were made and knew about
penises and vaginas, and intercourse, and sperm. She even knew about
oral sex. At least the mechanics of it all. Her mother had sorta told
her about it once after she asked. She'd never seen a grown man's
penis before but right then she was feeling a hard one. She knew in
order for one to get hard it had to be stimulated or the man had to
think about sex. She must be turning him on, she thought.  She kept
rocking her hips grinding her butt back and forth on his penis
grinning and chewing her banana.

By the time that first commercial was over Gavin noticed he was
getting a bit excited and his limp willy was getting a bit plump. He
wanted to stop her before she noticed but then she suddenly stopped,
looked down and almost started to open her legs as if to see what the
thing was. But she just looked back up at the TV, grinned and
continued rocking back and forth eating her banana - only more
deliberately. Her motions were allowing his curved member to
straighten out and lay along the cavity between her legs as it
stiffened. It was obvious she could feel it. It was also obvious she
was still doing it anyway. Gavin was frozen. He wanted to stop her. At
the same time he was really turned on. He knew that she knew he was
turned on and that she was enjoying it. She didn't seem to be getting
any stimulation herself but the grin on her face was that of knowing.
It was a mischievous grin but her expression showed she knew she was
causing him great pleasure. For that he adored her. Combining that
with the lustful feeling growing inside him kept him from stopping
her.

Brenna knew she was being naughty. She'd hardly ever been naughty or
done much of anything bad but this was fun. She was sexually
stimulating her uncle and maybe he would even have an orgasm and
squirt sperm from his penis. But the thought that Uncle Gavin was
turned on by her also made her feel special. She never imagined what
it felt like to know that but now she did. She felt like that moment
they were two lovers sharing something very intimate. She started to
feel tingly all over and then suddenly she felt tingly down there. Her
vagina rubbing back and forth across his manhood was now feeling good
to her. She blushed as she realized this is what sex was like and
turned her eyes to her uncle who was already staring up into hers with
a funny look on his face. She knew he wanted this and also knew this
wasn't the right way to do it so She started rocking the her body the
other way along the length of his hardness. She put the remains of the
banana down and using her hand against his thigh and other arm against
the back of the couch she slid herself the length of him. She felt her
panties and nightgown being pushed into the crevice of her vagina by
the roundness of the rod she stroked. She wanted this.

Their eyes were locked. Brenna's grin had been replaced by a look of
pure intent as Gavin watched his little niece hump against his cock.
He knew she was getting off on it too as it was obvious she was now
rubbing her pussy against him as purposefully as she was rubbing him
with her pussy. He didn't know what to think but he felt locked in an
incredibly intimate moment with someone he now wanted more than ever
to be doing this with. He was filled with fondness and lust. He also
could not dismiss the lewdness and raw eroticism of the scene. He lost
himself in the moment and suddenly came with an intensity he hadn't
experienced in years.

Brenna felt very adult engaged in a sexual act with a man like this.
She watched her uncle's eyes as she moved herself against him. His
mouth opened and he exhaled hard and fast as she felt his member
pulsate beneath her. He was orgasming. She knew that at that moment he
was squirting the stuff that made babies from the end of his penis.
She knew she was responsible for that. It gave her a warm feeling and
she blushed a little and suddenly felt a rush of pleasure in her
vagina that coursed through her body. She gave a little shiver and
finally sat back on his pelvis, opened her legs and proudly gazed at
the wet spot she had just created in his shorts.

Gavin lay there dumbfounded. Now that it was over he realized the
gravity of his situation. This had to stop here. He should have
stopped it before it happened but it was all too late for that.

"Um," he said reaching to lift her to the floor, "I think we should
both get dressed now."

Brenna looked again at the spot as he rose curious as to what it
looked like and felt like. She thought about oral sex and if women let
men squirt it in their mouths like they did into their vaginas. Did
they swallow it? She didn't say anything but just looked up at him as
he walked by and off down the hall. She loved him so much. She felt
very adult but very childish because she knew there was more she had
to learn. She grabbed the unfinished banana and took a bite heading
off to her room to change.

Once in his room Gavin closed the door, stripped, took a Kleenex and
wiped the mess from his body and dressed for the day. The whole time
he wondering what to say to Brenna. He knew she enjoyed it. She
enjoyed making him feel good as much as she enjoyed the feeling it
gave her. He loved her for that and for who she was and knew for her
sake this had to stop. He was well aware of how much he enjoyed it
despite how wrong it was. He'd never had a sexual thought about a
child before but after what just happened he was unable to remain
surprised at nor could he deny the feelings he'd had while his sweet
little niece pleasured them both. He also couldn't deny that if this
didn't stop he would be in prison soon.

Brenna went to her room, placed the banana on the foot of her bed and
stripped. Then she stood in front of the door-hung mirror looking at
herself as she finished off the fresh fruit. Did she look sexy? Was
she sexy? Was it just her butt wiggling on his penis that turned him
on? Did he really like her like she liked him? She knew what pretty
was but was unable to relate that specifically to herself. She was
average looking she thought. Definitely not ugly. Finally she decided
she wasn't not pretty so maybe she was attractive to him. She knew she
was attracted to him. She felt very attached. Then she realized he was
only going to be here for two weeks. Already she knew she was going to
miss him when he left but for now she was glad he was there. She was
glad to have shared that moment with him and hoped that the following
days would give her more opportunities to feel as much like a woman as
she had moments ago. She turned, tossed the peel into the trash and
dressed.

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