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Subject: "Jannie"  by RWEIII
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(c) Copyright 1997 RWEIII    ALL Rights Reserved

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"Jannie"



This story is really about everyone but me. It's about how my life changed the
lives of so many
others, but I can't remember that. All that I know is what I've been told.

In this first part, you will learn a little bit about what happened to my mind.
You may find it a bit
disturbing. I know that I certainly did. The stories that follow give a bit more
detail. They are
more an account of the past than an account of what happened because of it,
although you will
need all of the pieces to make sense of it.

In June of 1995, my lovely girlfriend, Tina, and I started having problems. Tina
is every man's
idea of the perfect little dream. She's petite, cute, and full of hell. The lady
never seems to run out
of energy. Anyway, I had turned thirty-two, and Tina had just turned twenty-six.
We share the
same birthday. We're both ‘April Fools'' babies. 

I'd never really experienced impotence before, but three days after my birthday,
there it was
staring me in the face. Tina was wonderful and understanding about it. She kept
telling me that all
men experience it at some time in their lives. She even brought home pamphlets
and articles for
nearly a month. A month, that was a fairly long period of time to be without
real intimacy. It was
really starting to bother me. I hesitated, but finally made an appointment with
a doctor. 

Dr. Mayanez  was a broad-shouldered Brazilian in his late twenties or early
thirties. It was
obvious from his charming manner with the nurses that he was quite a ladies' man
as well. He
introduced himself as Rico and told me to make myself comfortable. I don't know
if anyone really
can be comfortable with a doctor of Rico's specialty, but I certainly wasn't. I
pretty much knew
what to expect, and the thoughts of having another man examine my manhood in
that manner
were anything but comforting.

The exam took a little bit more than an hour. That included a full set of
x-rays, an ultrasound, and
a lovely little thing called a Barium enema. (Trust me, you don't want to have
one of these things
unless it's absolutely necessary!) Dr. Mayanez' results were anything but
comforting. "I can't find
anything wrong," he explained. We went over my x-rays together and then Rico
showed me every
inch of my insides with an ultrasound. There was nothing out of place.

Returning home empty handed left me in a very shitty mood. I was cranky from all
of the
procedures, but I was more unhappy about the lack of results. There were still a
few test results
that would take time to interpret, but Rico seemed to think that they would all
turn up normal.
What he had effectively told me was that everything was in my head. That just
wasn't good
enough. I knew that there had to be something more to it.

I went to several more specialists before Tina finally demanded that I go to a
psychiatrist. Our
relationship had decayed to the point of near collapse anyway. I had never
really known how
important sex was to me. My lack of ability wasn't really bothering Tina, but
how I was handling
it was. Tina said, "Jeff, you've got two choices." She continued, "You can
either go to one of the 
Psychiatrists that your doctors gave you, or you can stay here and think about
it while I pack." I
didn't really have any choice.

I really hadn't expected Dr. Schwerian to be a woman. She was rather pretty, but
she hid it well
under a heavy veil of professionalism. I was quite nervous on my first visit,
but I answered the
doctor as honestly as I could about everything that she asked me. Then, just
before the session
was over, she gave me an odd prescription. I was to wrap a string postage stamps
around my
penis while I slept that night. If they were broken when I woke the next
morning, it would mean
that I had experienced an erection in my sleep. If they were intact, it might
mean that there really
was a physiological problem. 

The stamps were broken when I got up the next morning. "Maybe I just slept wrong
and they
broke," I thought. Still, I had to admit that something had happened. I did the
same thing the
following night. The results were the same. Something in my mind was keeping me
from having
erections. "It couldn't be Tina," I thought. Her tiny little body and boundless
energy were more
than enough to turn me on!

One last try with the stamps gave the same results when I woke up. My
appointment with Dr.
Schwerian was at eleven o'clock. I thought, "At least I won't have long to
wait." Tina had the
day off. She was snuggling and tucking her chin around my neck as I sat and read
the paper.
"How can anyone this cute and sexy not be turning me on?" I wondered. Tina's
hair was thick,
long, dark-brown, and beautiful. I had always gotten an erection just thinking
about how it felt on
my bare chest. She was doing that and more, but nothing was happening! What the
hell was
wrong with me?

One session with Dr. Schwerian turned into nine. Nothing had changed. "Jeff, I
want to try
something with your permission . . . I want to try hypnotizing you," she said. I
was game. It had
been more than three months since I'd made love with Tina. Hell, I would have
tried just about
anything.

I watched the small light travel in circles around my face. As it did, I felt my
eye lids getting
heavier. The tension was leaving my body. Everything became warm and
comfortable. I hadn't
felt so good since this whole thing began.

‘Snap!' My eyes opened and I hazily regained my orientation. "Oh yeah, I'm in
Dr. Schwerian's
office," I thought. I felt refreshed. It was as though I had been asleep for
several days. There was
a weight that had been removed from my mind, but what was it?

"Well Doc, what did you find out? . . . Is it gone? . . . Am I cured?" I asked
impatiently. Dr.
Schwerian smiled, sat across from me, and said, "Jeff, I think it's a bit more
complicated than
that." She continued, "You've got some repressed memories, and one of them is
what's causing
your impotence." Hell, how bad could it be, right? I asked, "So, what do we need
to do to get rid
of these repressed memories?" The doctor smiled again and asked, "Do you have a
brother named
Carl?" I nodded. "...and a niece named Jannie?" "Well, Janet, but I used to call
her Jannie . . .
Why?" I replied. She kept smiling that constant smile and asked, "Do you think
that Janet would
be willing to come in and talk with me?"

It was a bit unnerving that My doctor wouldn't tell me why she wanted to talk
with Janet. I'd
always loved Janet, but I couldn't understand why she would have anything to do
with my
impotence. No amount of begging, pleading, or threatening changed the doctor's
mind either. She
eventually told me that it could cause permanent damage if things weren't done
properly. "That
could mean permanent impotence, Jeff," she explained. The thought of permanent
impotence was
far more than I could handle. I removed my wallet and gave Dr. Schwerian Janet's
new number.
She had moved out of my brother's house only a month before her birthday. With
that, my doctor
told me that she would call me as soon as she could set up an appointment. She
gave me a
prescription for some Valium, and sent me on my way.

Janet had turned twenty-one a few days after my own birthday. I had helped her
to move from my
brother's beach house to an apartment by the marina. I had been there for every
part of her life,
but I had no idea what she could have to do with my problem. It really bothered
me not to know
how she fit into the picture.

I stopped and filled the prescription at the bay pharmacy and then went home.
The short drive
home was a very uneasy one. My feelings of comfort and relief had changed to
feelings of
impending doom. What was happening to me?

Tina bounded to the door and wrapped her arms around me when I came in. "Did my
big, strong
man battle the mean lady doctor?" she asked. The giggle in her voice helped to
overcome the
dread that my mind was experiencing. I kissed her playfully on the nose and then
bit at the air in
front of it several times. "Now that's more like my Jeffie!" she exclaimed.

As the day wore on, my feelings of dread returned. I had never really liked
Valium much, but I
took one to try to shake the feelings that I was going through. In about a
half-hour, it began to
work. Warm and comforting feelings replaced the hollow and nagging ones. "Maybe
my doctor
did know what she was doing," I thought.

One day turned into four. With my new friend, Valium, nothing was really
bothering me. I was
still impotent, but that seemed like it should have been unimportant compared to
.. . . "Compared
to what?" I thought. What was it that I had been keeping locked up so tightly in
my mind? More
than that, what could it possibly have had to do with Jannie? The phone rang at
four-thirty. "Hello
Jeff." It was My Doc. "Can you come in at ten tomorrow morning?" she asked.
"Sure, no
problem," I lazily replied. She said,  "I can hear that the Valium is helping,"
then she asked,
"You're not driving while you're on the medication, are you?" I assured her that
I was behaving
myself, and thanked her for the prescription. Then, we said goodbye and hung up.

Tina's warm body was cuddled next to me when I awoke. She was smiling and making
little
whimpering noises as she dreamed. Watching Tina sleep made me remember why I
loved her so. I
snuggled myself down in our bed so that her angelic little face was right in
front of me. I just lay
there and watched her sleep for a while. She made me feel warm. Her
unconditional love had
always made me feel good. 

I had been lying next to Tina for more than a half-hour. She'd moved her hand up
by her face, and
I couldn't resist the temptation. I took several strands of her hair and dragged
them across her
cheek. She batted at them as a kitten bats at a toy. She was adorable. I waited
a few minutes
between teases, but I couldn't help myself. My little kitten was still smiling
and whimpering softly.
Her lips pursed each time that I touched her face with her hair. Then, she would
move her chin up
as if biting at something. I remember wondering if she was dreaming that she was
a cat.

Tina eventually woke, and I pretended to be asleep. That lasted all of about
thirty seconds. She
licked both of my eyelids, giggled, and then said, "Wake up sleepyhead!" The
sticky-eyed feeling
was not at all unfamiliar. I didn't like it, but I'd grown accustomed to it. I
rolled my face into a
pillow and did my best to wipe my eyes before opening them.

"Hey Lunch-box, sleep well?" I asked. The broad smile on my face was my way of
telling Tina
that I was only joking with her. She immediately straddled my waist and placed
her hands firmly
on my shoulders. "Jeff! I hate it when you call me that!" she exclaimed. I
pushed up my face and
kissed the air between us. She snarled and said, "I mean it!" Her twinkling eyes
and impish smile
told me that things were not as serious as they sounded. "But honey, you've got
the cutest little
lunch box . . ." I taunted. Tina immediately pounced and began to tickle my ribs
with a vengeance.
"That's it mister! . . . You've done it now!" she giggled.

The frolicking continued. I wished that Tina was ticklish. Jannie had always
been ticklish. Why
couldn't Tina be ticklish too? That thought brought me immediately to reality.
Why the FUCK
would I compare Tina to Jannie? 

Tina's cheerful smile turned to a serious look of concern. "Are you ok, Jeff?"
she asked. I nodded
and tried to smile. "Is something wrong?" she asked. I just shook my head and
kept up the
artificial smile. "I'll just be glad when this whole doctor thing is over," I
explained. Tina lay her
head on my chest and said, "It's ok Jeff . . . You'll be done with all of that
soon and then things
will be back to how they were." I nuzzled my face into her hair and inhaled
deeply. She smelled so
good. "I know honey," I replied. Then I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her
on her head.

Tina was a great one for getting me motivated. Although we lay together for a
while, five minutes
was about all that it lasted. Then she physically pushed me out of the bed with
her feet. "Go take a
shower . . . You're stinky!" she said. God, her childlike voice was wonderful! I
blew her a kiss
and headed to the shower.

I had not been under the warm spray for more than a minute when Tina joined me.
It was fairly
normal for us to shower together. Since my impotence had started, it had become
even more
frequent. The first few times were quite awkward. I was feeling quite
emasculated already.
Having Tina's little hands lathering me up was somehow degrading. As time went
on, I knew that
it wasn't about sex though. I knew that she just wanted me to know that things
were ok between
us. Tina hugged me tightly that morning. Her warm skin combined with the warm
spray felt
reassuring. 

I was pensive when I got to Dr. Schwerian's office. She was waiting for me when
I walked in.
There was something in her eyes that I was searching for. I had no idea what it
was, but I knew
that I would find it there. "Are you ok, Jeff?" the doctor asked. I did not
reply. I just kept
searching her eyes for some indication. My doctor put her hand on my shoulder
and said, "Come
on in . . . Let's get this started, ok?" Her expression was changeless. She was
smiling as she
always had been. That damned smile! "Lay down and relax, Jeff . . . Everything
is just fine," she
said. What Dr. Schwerian said somehow made things ok. It was as though I had
expected to find
someone else in the office with her. It was as though something terrible had
just failed to occur.

My doctor told me that she had talked with my niece. She said that everything
was going to be
easier now, and that I had nothing to fear. I didn't know what that meant, but
it helped. "So Doc,
what is it?" I asked. The look on my doctor's face changed. She looked serious.
The only other
time that she had looked this way was when she'd told me that my impotence could
become
permanent if things weren't handled properly.

The first order of the day was that I relax. She offered me a shot of Valium,
but I refused. "I'll be
ok," I said. The familiar smile returned to her face and she said, "I think that
this would be better
if you took the shot, Jeff." I didn't really want it, but I reluctantly gave in.
I've always hated
shots. I don't know why, but they've always really bothered me. The worst part
was over and I
was relaxing on Dr. Schwerian's couch. The familiar warm feeling had returned.
"This isn't bad at
all," I thought. 

Dr. Schwerian asked me to tell her everything that I could remember about my
niece. That was no
problem. I began by telling her that I had been there when she was born. I
remembered being as
proud as my brother Carl was. I remembered being the one to teach her to ride a
bike. I was the
one who taught her about Softball and Tennis too. I had been the one who took
her body-surfing
and swimming for the first time as well. The story went on until I told my
doctor about helping
Jannie to move into her own place. That was it. It had taken over an hour, but I
was done. I
hadn't left anything out.

"That was really good, Jeff," the doctor said. She sounded encouraging. Then she
asked, "But
what about from nineteen-eighty-five to nineteen-ninety-one, when Jannie was
eleven to
seventeen years old? . . . You left those years completely out." "No, I didn't,"
I replied. I hadn't
left anything out! I tried to think. "Let's see, when Jannie was eleven, I . . .
I . . . " Hell! I couldn't
remember! That was ten years ago! 

"Do you remember when your brother and his family moved in 1988, Jeff?" Dr.
Schwerian asked.
Sure! That was easy. I told her about helping my brother and his wife to pack. I
told her that I
remembered feeling sad that they were leaving, but happy that Carl had found
such a good job.
My memory was just fine!

"What about Jannie? . . . Do you remember how you felt about Jannie moving
away?" "I'm sure
that I felt sad, but my brother couldn't pass up an opportunity like that," I
replied. "No, I mean
how did you feel about Jannie herself?" the doctor corrected. I closed my eyes
and tried to think.
"Um . . . Um . . .  Um . . . Oh hell, this is stupid! . . . What are you getting
at here?" I asked
impatiently. I was frustrated. I knew that there was something that she wanted
me to say. It was
pissing me off!

" Jeff, I want to try something different now, ok? . . . I want you to relax,
close your eyes, and
just  listen to what I say. . . . You've got to let me finish before you say
anything though. . . . It's
very important, ok?" she asked. That was fine with me. Finally it would be my
doctor who was
doing some of the work! I agreed and she began.

"Uncle Jeff, will we ever be together for always?" It was Dr. Schwerian's voice,
but it was
somehow more familiar. An image flashed into my mind, but I couldn't hold it
long enough to
recognize anything about it. "Will we ever be together forever, Uncle Jeff?" It
was the same
damned thing. God this was familiar! Where had it happened before? "I love you
Uncle Jeff." Dr.
Schwerian's voice continued. This time the image stayed. It was the image of
Jannie hugging me
when I'd just finished helping her to move.

The doctor was silent for a while and then asked, "What did that make you
remember, Jeff?" I
told her. I said, "The first two just flashed in and out so fast that I couldn't
see them, but the last
one stayed; it was when I helped Jannie move into her own place." "That's good,
Jeff . . . Now I
want to try the same thing with a taped voice, ok?" she asked. I agreed and
closed my eyes. I
finally felt as though we were getting somewhere. 

"Uncle Jeff, will we ever be together for always?" It was Jannie's voice. Oh
God! The image that
it brought forth was painful. I felt as though my heart was being ripped from my
chest as soon as I
heard it. I immediately started to cry. God it hurt! What I saw was Jannie, with
her arms wrapped
around my own waist. She couldn't have been any more than fourteen at the time.
She was
looking up at me with those big blue eyes. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
My eyes flew
open and I exclaimed, "Oh my God!" I had to sit up. I had to collect myself. Why
had this hurt so
much? I stared at the doctor and pleaded, "What is this?"

Dr. Schwerian rose and sat beside me on the couch. She wrapped her arm snugly
around my
shoulder and said, "I know that this is painful . . . It's going to get more
painful before we're
done, but you have to do it." Her words were soothing, but not comforting. I
just stared at her,
with my jaw agape, and asked, "But what is it? . . . What have I done?"

She smiled her confident, knowing smile and said, "It's ok, Jeff . . .
Everything is going to be ok .
.. . It's just going to take time." Time? God, I couldn't handle much more ‘time'
like that! I felt as
though someone had just pulled something up from within the depths of my soul! 

The doctor got up and left me to compose my thoughts. The Valium helped, but I
still felt
somehow violated. It was a very uneasy feeling. "Ok, Jeff . . . Let's try it
again," my doctor
suggested.

I lay back and held the edges of the couch tightly. I needed to feel grounded. I
needed some sense
of support and control. "Uncle Jeffie, should we really be doing this?" The
voice was again
Jannie's, but the image that it brought lasted only an instant. I waited for the
next voice, but it
didn't come. Dr. Schwerian asked, "Did what you heard affect you at all, Jeff?"
I shrugged and
answered, "The image didn't last long enough for me to see it."

We tried several more of the same thing, but none of the images lasted long
enough for me to
make sense of them. None were as powerful as the image of Jannie clinging to me
when we said
goodbye. That's what it was. It was the day that my brother and his family left
for Vermont.

Dr. Schwerian gave me a prescription for more Valium and another prescription
that I was to take
just before I went to sleep. She told me to warn Tina that it might make me have
unusual dreams.
She said that it was important that Tina understand that the dreams that I might
have could be
strange, and that Tina not worry about them. Then, my doctor changed her mind.
She asked if I
minded if she called and talked with Tina while I was still there. I told her
that would be fine.

Dr. Schwerian's conversation with Tina lasted only a few minutes. My doctor had
told her
everything that she had asked me to tell her. It seemed a bit odd, but she
seemed to feel that it
was very important. Then my Doc explained about giving me a shot of Valium and
asked if Tina
would mind picking me up. Tina evidently said that she would, because she
arrived within ten
minutes.

To be honest, I was feeling pretty stoned when Tina came to pick me up. I hadn't
really noticed it
while I was on Dr. Schwerian's couch, but standing in her entryway was a
different story. I could
hardly keep my balance. I don't really remember going to the pharmacy after
that. I only
remember Tina giggling as we went through the front door together. She said,
"Whatever your
doctor gave you, I want some too, Honey! . . . You look like you're having a
VERY good time!"
After that, all that I can remember is that she laid me on our bed and took my
shoes off for me.

It was about five o'clock in the evening when Tina finally woke me. She was
sitting on the edge
of our bed with two plates of Lasagne next to her. Her eyes looked so loving,
soft, and gentle.
She was running her fingers through my hair with one hand, while lightly patting
my cheek with
the other. Groggy or not, it felt wonderful. Her voice was barely above a
whisper and she asked,
"Do you want to eat something now, Honey?"

I scooted myself to the other side of the bed. That was to make enough room for
Tina and the
plates of Lasagne between us. She smiled and pushed the plates toward me. Then
she lay facing
me and began to feed me. We hadn't lay in bed and fed each other like that for
over a year. It was
something that we both enjoyed, but neither of us usually thought of it unless
something had
happened. We hadn't even fought this time. It was so fulfilling when Tina took
care of me like
that.

We spent the rest of the evening cuddling and snuggling. Tina had asked me about
my doctor
visit, but I didn't really want to talk about it. She told me that it was
obvious that I had been
crying, and that she was sorry for what I must have been going through.
Everything about her felt
and smelled so good. I hadn't had a Valium since the shot in the doctor's
office. I hadn't needed
one either. Having Tina in my arms was all of the warmth that I needed. Just
knowing how much
she wanted to be with me was more than enough to overcome any fears that I might
have. Then,
just before we went to sleep, Tina gave me one of my new pills. We both drifted
off to sleep
shortly after that.

It was a stormy day outside. It felt good to be rolling on the floor with
Jannie. I was tickling her
and she was loving every minute of it. Carl and his wife had gone to the Keys
for the weekend
while I took care of their eleven-year-old daughter. 

Jannie was still wearing her pajamas. They were actually boys' pajamas, but they
were what she
liked to wear. I didn't really like wearing pajamas, but I always did when I was
watching Jannie. It
just seemed like the right thing to do. I was also in my pajamas.

Jannie was laughing and telling me to stop tickling her. She was out of breath,
but the wide grin
on her face told me that she was fine. I began to kiss her face, as I often did,
when one of her
attempts to tickle me back shocked me. I felt her tiny hand inside the fly of my
pajamas. She had
no idea where she was touching me and was just trying to get the upper hand so
that I would
stop.

The image faded and everything changed. It had become a bright and sunny day.
Jannie and I
were running along the beach. She had just said something and I was chasing her
for having said
it. I caught her around the waist and pulled her to the ground. I was
frantically tickling her in the
warm sand and she was giggling. She squirmed and twisted as I tickled. There was
no way that I
was going to let her get away this time. Then the expression on her face
changed. She went from
squirming and wiggling to a very calm and soft-eyed little girl. Jannie was
lying on her back and
looking up at me longingly. It was then that I realized where my hand was. It
was underneath her
swimming suit and between her legs. Mixed feelings of excitement and
embarrassment raced
through me.

‘Boom!' A clap of thunder replaced the sunny beach scene. Jannie and I were once
again in my
brother's house. We were lying naked on the living room carpet. She was barely
thirteen and I
had one of her little breasts all of the way in my mouth. I flicked at her
little nipple with my
tongue. She just lay there and absorbed my attentions. Her little hand was
wrapped around my
erect cock, but it was not moving. Her other breast looked so pink and tender.
She just lay there,
offering her little body for anything that I wanted.

Without any warning, everything changed again. Carl and his wife were arguing.
Jannie ran to me
and jumped into my arms. She was fourteen. I could tell because she was wearing
the little
Amethyst ring that I had given her for her birthday. I smiled and held her in my
arms. I was telling
her that everything would be all right as I hugged her. The image was soon
replaced with one that
was more familiar to me. "Uncle Jeff, will we ever be together for always?"
Jannie's teary voice
ripped into me. It was so vivid! 

Jannie held me as if for the last time. I wanted to lift her and kiss her
deeply, but I couldn't. My
brother stood only a few feet away from us. All that I could do was look into
her beautiful eyes
and cry. Oh God, did I cry! I held her tightly as though I could absorb her if I
just tried hard
enough.

I woke to Tina's yelling. "Jeff, it's ok! . . . It's only a dream!" she
exclaimed. She was shaking my
shoulders vigorously. The light on her nightstand was on and she looked
terrified. She repeated
the phrases until I was conscious. 

I was still crying when I finally came to my senses. "I'm ok, Hun . . . God that
was vivid!" I told
her. Tina wrapped her arms tightly around me and said, "You really had me scared
there for a
minute . . . I would have really lost it if your doctor hadn't warned me that
something like this
would happen!" Tina's tight embrace brought back fragments of the dream that I'd
just lived. I
closed my eyes and held her so that she wouldn't see. I couldn't let her see. It
was starting to
come clear to me. I couldn't let anyone see what I'd just seen, especially not
Tina.

I spent the majority of the following day trying to accept what I'd known all
along. I had pressed
it so far to the back of my mind that I still my doubts, but one thing was
clear. I had done
something to my niece when she was younger. Exactly what that was scared the
hell out of me. I
knew that I had to know, but I was terrified at the thought of what it might be.

My appointment with Dr. Schwerian wasn't until the next morning. I was actually
afraid to take
the pills that she had given me. When bedtime finally rolled around, I told Tina
that I had taken
one of the pills even though I hadn't. She just stared at me, stunned and hurt.
She knew that I was
lying. "Honey, I just lied . . . I didn't take a pill . . . I was too afraid to
after last night," I
explained. Tina's face returned to normal. "I knew that you were lying, Jeff . .
.. I'm glad that you
told me," she replied. That was followed with, "I talked with your doctor again
today . . . She
called and warned me that you might feel that way . . . You were still in the
bathroom and I didn't
think to tell you about it . . . That's why I knew that you were lying." 

After what I'd just done, I had no choice but to take a pill. In a small way, I
almost wanted those
dreams to return. For the most part, they weren't painful. It was only when I
had said goodbye
that things became uncomfortable. I lay my head on the pillow and waited
pensively for what
might come.

It was Christmas of nineteen-eighty-nine. My parents had invited me to spend the
morning with
them, my brother, and his family. For some reason I couldn't be there. Instead,
I sat on my
balcony and watched the sunrise. I was all alone, but the pale shades of yellow
and pink filled the
morning air with a strange sense of wonder. I closed my eyes and was back at my
parents' house
two days before.

Jannie was lying on the edge of her bed. She was naked and my saliva still
covered her growing
breasts. Her nipples were hard and she was watching me patiently. I knew what I
was about to do
and so did Jannie. "Uncle Jeffie, should we really be doing this?" Jannie asked.
Her voice was soft
and inviting. "We don't have to if you're afraid, Honey," I replied. I was
trembling. The thought
of what lay before me was the most exciting thing that I could imagine.

"You have to tell me that this is what you want, Honey, or I just can't do it,"
I whispered. My
parents, my brother, and his wife were asleep upstairs. I watched my niece's
mind race as she
thought of what to say. After what seemed like hours, she finally said, "It's
ok, I really want to
feel what it's like . . . I really want it to be with you the first time."

I was covering Jannie's mouth with my own. It was as much to keep her quiet as
it was to make
either of us feel good. My shaft inched its way inside of her. Her little hand
was guiding me
awkwardly, but it was working. Her eyes were loving, frantic, and confused.
Then, when I pushed
hard against her hymen, she closed them and gasped into my mouth. Her
fingernails dug deeply
into my back, and then I was inside. I was inside of my niece.

The pace was very slow at first. I knew that she would feel pain if I wasn't
gentle. I didn't want
her to feel pain at all. I wanted her to enjoy what was happening. Jannie again
opened her eyes.
Her stare had changed. I was looking into the eyes of a fourteen-year-old who
was very much in
love with me. What's more, I was in love with her. 

The pace eventually increased until Jannie started panting. She was nodding and
whispering,
"You're making me get one . . . I'm going to get one with you inside of me . . .
I can feel it Uncle
Jeffie . . . I can feel it." A few moments later, her body bucked and writhed as
a woman's does. It
was her first time and I was making it happen. 

Jannie's arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled hard against me. Her eyes
were pleading as
she pushed up to meet my strokes. Then she quivered a tiny bit and it began.
Jannie's little body
stiffened, but her hips kept grinding and thrusting against me. Her grip on my
neck tightened, and
then she began to scream. Her teeth were clenched, and I knew that she was
trying not to make
any noise, but she couldn't help it. I placed my mouth on hers once again and
tried to muffle the
noise. As I did, she screamed even louder. I felt as if like my ears would
explode. 

Jannie then began to relax. My strokes were constant against her, but her body
was quenched. I
felt her tongue enter my mouth as soon as her breathing slowed. The heavy sounds
of air rushing
through her nostrils were replaced with gentle and steady breathing.

I felt my orgasm growing. It was forming deeper inside of me than I had ever
felt before. It had
been long in coming, and seemed as if it would be longer yet. I just kept gently
stroking my body
into and out of Jannie's velveteen cunny. 

I pulled my mouth away only long enough to say, "Jannie, I'm going to now."
Jannie's body
immediately returned to its spastic writhing. Her tongue was frenzied within my
mouth. I felt the
sensation rising within me, and then it happened. My body tensed and I was
engulfed in a
wonderful orgasm. It just seemed to keep coming and coming. 

I opened my eyes to see Jannie's contorted face below me. I was spent, but she
was still on the
verge of her own orgasm. I closed my eyes and continued to thrust into her. My
softening cock
was hypersensitive, but I gritted my teeth and tried to get Jannie there. 

It was too late. My erection was gone, and Jannie was pumping her hips against
mine without any
hope of getting there. All that I could think of to do was to use my fingers. I
slipped two of them
into her and resumed the pumping action. 

Jannie kissed me and was soon at her peak again. It was starting. Her tiny hips
were strong
against my hand. I forced my fingers until she started to scream into my mouth.
Then I began to
swirl my fingers as I pumped. Her scream was as loud as the first one. Jannie
bucked against my
fingers and dug her nails into my shoulders as she did. 

The image faded, but I was still looking at Jannie. She was older now. We were
in her bedroom in
Carl's new house. I had lost two years somehow. Jannie was now a very ripe
sixteen years old.
She was on top of me. The look on her face was that of a young woman who knew
exactly what
she wanted. Her eyes were closed, but her face twisted and smoothed to every
nuance of what we
were doing.

Without warning, I was sitting at my desk reading a letter. There was a small
locket taped to the
bottom of the letter. "I know that locket," I thought, "That's the one that I
gave Jannie when I
asked her to . . ."

The alarm was louder than normal. I reached across the bed to get to it. As I
did, Tina woke.
"Thank you honey . . . I didn't realize how much I missed you like that," she
said playfully. I had
no idea what she was talking about. 

Tina told me that Dr. Schwerian had suggested that she mount me in my sleep when
I became
erect. My jaw dropped and I asked, "You raped me in my sleep?" Tina beamed and
replied,
"Yeah, and you were WONDERFUL, honey . . . I mean WONDERFUL!" I was a bit uneasy
about it at first, but then the idea grew on me. Even if I hadn't really been
there to enjoy it, at
least Tina had been satisfied. At least I was living up to my half of the
bargain.

Tina pranced about the house for the next hour or so. She seemed rejuvenated and
completely
alive. She had even made me an outstanding breakfast while I was in the shower.
Her boundless
energy had returned. I was truly grateful for what had happened, but I felt as
though I had cheated
on her in the process. It was . . . It was . . . Oh God, it was my
sixteen-year-old niece who I'd
actually been making love with!

Dr. Schwerian seemed pleased at my anxiety. She was glad that I had arrived
early. I had barely
gotten into her office when she asked, "Is it starting to come back, Jeff?"
Starting? Hell, it was
back in all of its glory! My memories were flooding in like a Summer tide!

"Doc, I basically molested my niece!" I exclaimed. She nodded and asked, "And
you're feeling
guilty about that now?" "Guilty? . . . Feeling Guilty? . . . Doc, I should
probably be in PRISON
for what I did to her!" I replied. The same familiar smile crept onto Dr.
Schwerian's face. She
shook her head and asked, "Did you ever hurt her on purpose, Jeff?" "Well . . .
Um . . . No, but
what's that got to do with it?" I replied. "Jeff, you were in love with her,
weren't you?" the
doctor asked. I blinked a couple of times and then answered, "Well yeah, but so
what?" 

Doc Schwerian went on to explain that my feelings were rather common. She told
me that many
men have similar feelings for various little girls in their lives. "Do you know
what makes you
different from most of those men, Jeff?" She asked. I shook my head. Things were
still too out of
hand for me to think clearly. My doctor waited a few moments for me to reply.
Then she quietly
said, "You acted on your feelings, Jeff . . . You allowed your emotional love to
become physical
love . . . You tried to express yourself to a little girl in ways that she
couldn't possibly
understand."

But she HAD understood! She'd had many orgasms when she was only twelve! I'd
taught her
that! I was the one who introduced her to that form of love! "But Doc, she DID
understand!" I
replied. My doctor tipped her head slightly. It was as if she was trying to see
if I truly meant what
I was saying. 

What she said after that blew my mind. My doctor said, "That's what she said
too, Jeffrey . . . She
said that the two of you were really in love with each other as early as when
she was only eleven
years old." I sighed a deep, heavy sigh.

My doc continued, "But you didn't know that your brother wasn't her father, did
you?" "What in
the hell are you talking about? . . . Carl is her father . . . He's my brother
for God's sake . . .
Don't you think that I'd know if Jannie wasn't my niece?" I demanded. Dr.
Schwerian just sat
calmly and explained everything.

Carl and his wife, Denise, had been trying to have a baby together for over a
year. When Carl
finally agreed to go to a specialist, the couple found that his sperm count was
incredibly low. They
tried various methods of conception, but finally agreed to try artificial
insemination. That's how
Jannie was born. The sperm that was used to create Jannie was NOT my brother's. 

"But . . . How? . . . When? . . . How long has Jannie known?" I asked. "Her
mother told Jannie
about a month before she turned twenty-one," my doctor replied. I was becoming
incredibly
dizzy. I had to lie down. "Doc, I'm really tired . . ." 

What followed were vivid reenactments of the past. All of the tears, fights, and
lost hope were
unnecessary. I relived every moment. Every detail of almost seven years' secrecy
raced back to
my mind . . .

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