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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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