Story: Alison 1 OF 4  -g9   
      
      
      
       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.   
      
      
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