Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: Citizen of the world
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Before I get to this story it might help if I started with a brief history of my life. My name is Daniel and I’m a thirty five year old single white male. All my life, I have been focused on being successful and because of this; I have always had trouble in the romance department. In other words, I am unlucky in love and have a long history of rather unsatisfying short term affairs. I’m about six feet, four inches tall and I weigh about 210 pounds. I have short dark hair, blue eyes and an athletic build. Most of the women I’ve been romantically involved with were initially attracted to my looks and the fact that, as a casino executive, I make a very comfortable living. However, I spend an average of seventy hours a week at work and this always becomes a sore point for most of my girlfriends. Before long they start feeling neglected and take up with someone else who has more time for them.
I was born an only child and my parents are both deceased. I have a stepsister named Lori who’s twenty seven years old and a single mom. Her daughter Shelby just recently turned eleven. For as long as I can remember Lori has been in trouble. As a teenager, she did a lot of drugs and ran with a rough crowd. Lori’s penchant for older “bad boys” was always a big problem for her mother and my father. This being the case, it was no surprise when she ended up pregnant at the age of sixteen. It was also no big surprise when Shelby’s dad disappeared forever shortly after Lori announced that she was expecting.
After the death of our parents in an automobile accident I started sending Lori monthly checks to pay her bills. I did this because Lori inherited our parent’s house and this made her ineligible for government assistance. From time to time I’d visit for holidays but other than that, we weren’t very close.
For some reason, just after her eighth birthday, Shelby started acting out and having discipline problems at school. There were several parent teacher conferences and it was decided that Shelby needed a male role model in her life. That’s when I got a phone call from my baby sister. From that point on I became known as Uncle Danny.
When I first became involved in Shelby’s upbringing I was the consummate bachelor. I was thirty three years old, I had never been married and I had no children of my own. I was used to the single life of an up and coming executive and had no idea whatsoever what I was in for. I tried at the beginning to buy Shelby toys and cute outfits like you’d do for any normal eight year old girl. She seemed to enjoy the shopping trips to buy new clothes but she wasn’t at all interested in toys. What Shelby liked was reading books. She’d read almost anything she could get her hands on but she preferred novels by J.R.R Tolkien, Stephen King, Ann Rice, and Dean Koontz. When I saw this, I decided to have her tested by a child psychologist.
After a couple of sessions the psychologist knew exactly what was going on. She called me back and told me that Shelby had essentially been robbed of her childhood. Because she had been raised up until now by a mother who was completely unreliable, she had become the adult in her household. She also told me that Shelby’s reading comprehension; spelling and vocabulary skills and her mathematical ability were in the top one percentile for kids twice her age. She was literally reading and speaking at a college level. She went on to say that she recommended Shelby be enrolled in an educational program for extremely gifted students. She should also be encouraged to participate in sports or some other activity that would aid in her becoming more socialized. As far as her discipline problems were concerned, the psychologist didn’t see anything out of the ordinary going on. Shelby acted out at school because she wasn’t being challenged. The normal third grade curriculum was too easy for her. Shelby, she surmised, needed guidance and that was all.
For the next two years I adjusted my work schedule and made a point of being at every important event in Shelby’s life. I enrolled her in a private school and I started paying for her to go to ballet lessons. Unlike her mother, I showed up at every recital. I also got her into the girl’s city park soccer league and onto the YMCA swim team and found out that just like me, she was fiercely competitive. Once she had some structure in her life, the discipline problems she’d been having seemed to disappear. She did however seem to have an issue with boys. She was always telling me how dishonest they were and how they’d do anything to get in a girl’s pants. Looking back, I suppose I should have said something to try and convince her otherwise but I remembered how I was when I was a teenager and I didn’t want to lie. Looking at her I knew that she going to be a heartbreaker when she grew up. She had this sweet little smile with big green eyes and this long shiny dark brown hair. She hadn’t started developing breasts yet but the rest of her body had already begun to take on a pleasingly feminine shape. I tried to reassure her that one day she’d meet a boy and fall in love. When she told me she already had, I was perplexed but I let it go.
When Shelby’s tenth birthday came around she had been doing so well at school that I decided to throw a pool party for her and her friends in my backyard. I bought her a few small presents which she seemed quite happy with but when she opened the last one, it contained a brand new smart phone. I won’t mention the brand name but I will say that it was one of the best ones available. Several of my associates at work had warned me that this wasn’t an appropriate gift for a girl of her age but I discounted their opinions. To me, Shelby had shown a level of maturity that was uncommon for someone so young. Besides, I figured it’d make it easier for me to keep tabs on her. I didn’t expect that she’d start sending me texts and pictures. At first her messages were usually just minor stuff but after a couple of weeks she started opening up and asking more questions. The following is a transcript of one text conversation where she got pretty intimate.
SHELBY: Are you there Uncle Danny?
ME: Yeah sweetie, what’s up?
SHELBY: I’m bored.
ME: It’s late sweetie, you should be in bed… Where’s your Mom?
SHELBY: She’s in the bedroom with her new boyfriend… I think they’re having sex.
ME: What makes you think that?
SHELBY: I can hear them, DUH.
ME: Hmmm, ok
SHELBY: How come you don’t have a girlfriend Uncle Danny?
ME: It’s complicated honey.
SHELBY: Don’t you like girls?
ME: Of course I do.
SHELBY: Then how come you don’t have a girlfriend
ME: I’m too busy, I guess
SHELBY: Do you think I’m pretty?
ME: Sure I do… Why do you ask?
SHELBY: Because some boy at school today said I wasn’t… He said it was because I was too flat chested.
ME: You’re 10… You’re not old enough for boobs yet.
SHELBY: I wish I was older so I could be your girlfriend.
ME: Awww, you’re sweet
SHELBY: If I were older, would you take me on a date?
ME: I’m your Uncle sweetie.
SHELBY: “You and mom aren’t really brother and sister so you’re not my real Uncle”
ME: You don’t you like having me as your uncle?
SHELBY: You’re a fantastic uncle but you’d be an amazing boyfriend.
ME: “What makes you so sure of that?”
SHELBY: “Because you’re good looking and you know how to treat girls, that’s why?”
ME: “Thank you”
SHELBY: “So… Would you?”
ME: “Would I what?”
SHELBY: “Take me out on a date?”
ME: I can’t answer a question like that.
SHELBY: You don’t think I’m pretty enough, do you?
ME: Of course you are sweetie.
SHELBY: Then you would?
ME: If you were older,yes
SHELBY: Can I ask you a personal question?
ME: Go ahead.
SHELBY: Have you ever had sex with a girl?
ME: We shouldn’t talk about this
SHELBY: Come on… You always say I can ask you anything.
ME: “I did say that, didn’t I?”
SHELBY: So… Tell me.
ME: Yes… I have had sex with a girl.
SHELBY: What’s it like?
ME: It’s nice.
SHELBY: Just nice?
ME: Ok… Very nice.
SHELBY: It feels good?
SHELBY: “How good?
ME: I’m sure you’ll find out someday.
SHELBY: Can I ask you one more question?
ME: OK… One more question, then it’s bedtime, OK?
SHELBY: If I was older would you have sex with me?
ME: OK Shelby, That’s enough. You have school tomorrow and it’s almost midnight. GO TO BED!!!
SHELBY: But you didn’t answer
ME: GO TO BED SHELBY!!!
SHELBY: Are we still gonna watch DVDs together this weekend?
ME: Yes… GO TO BED!!!
SHELBY: OK Uncle Danny… Goodnight.
ME: Goodnight sweetie.
I was flabbergasted that my niece would ask me such questions. What’s more; I felt perverted because I was actually aroused by what we’d discussed. Now all I could think about was what it’d be like to slip off her panties and taste her young pussy. I could picture its smoothness in my mind’s eye. I could just imagine the soft untouched perfection of her outer lips and how it would look when I parted them with my fingers. I had to get this out of my mind right now. That’s when I got the ring on my cell phone that signaled an incoming message. I looked and it was Shelby again and this time it was just a JPEG. When I opened it there was a picture of her standing in front of her bathroom mirror wearing only a pair of white cotton bikini panties. She had them pulled up so I could see the shape of her mound and the delicate impression of the fold in between. My first impulse was to delete it immediately but I found myself unable to do so. I couldn’t believe I was doing it but I ended up saving it to a flash drive. Five minutes later I got the ring tone again. This time she was facing away from the mirror showing off her tight little backside. Again, her panties had been pulled up like a thong so her cheeks were clearly visible. I was transfixed by the image but I also couldn’t help wondering where she’d learned those suggestive poses. After I saved the second picture I called her immediately.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING SHELBY?” I roared
“I just wanted to give you a present” she replied.
“Don’t EVER do that again young lady… GOT THAT?”
“You didn’t like the pictures?”
“Those aren’t the kind of pictures you send to your uncle”
“You’re not my uncle… You’re my mom’s stepbrother”
“NEVER MIND… We’ll talk more about this tomorrow”
“I thought you weren’t picking me up until Saturday”
“I think we need to talk about this. I’m picking you up tomorrow after school”
“Cool, OK… See you tomorrow Uncle Danny”.
I spent the entire next day at work wondering what I was going to say to Shelby. I already knew that I couldn’t ground her. If I tried her mother wouldn’t enforce it. I thought about confiscating her phone but the truth was I liked the pictures. I wasn’t very good at this discipline thing when it came to my niece and she knew that. I just couldn’t stay mad at her when she gave me that sad look. Maybe I just needed to stay away for a while so she’d forget about this little crush she apparently had on me. As I drove toward her school I thought again about the pictures and how adorable she looked. It didn’t help when I picked her up and she was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a top that exposed her midriff. When she got in my car I spoke softly.
“Where’d you get the idea to send those pictures?” I asked
“My friend Jeannie… She sent sexy pictures to a boy and now they’re boyfriend and girlfriend”.
“I’m you’re Uncle, Shelby, not your boyfriend”
“YOU’RE NOT MY UNCLE!!! Stop saying that” she shouted
“Don’t raise you voice Shelby… Who do you think you’re talking to?”
I didn’t see any point in belaboring the point. What was done was done. What was I going to do? I wasn’t going to cut my sister and my niece off. After two years of watching Shelby grow up I had learned to love her. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t going to punish her and I wasn’t going to walk away. Hell, I wasn’t even going to tell Lori. I was just going to take her to get some dinner and drop her at home.
“Are you hungry?” I asked
“YEAH” she replied with that infectious grin.
“What do you want?”
“Orange chicken or Kung Pao?”
Shelby and I talked less seriously over dinner and by the time we were finished it was about 5 o’clock. I drove to Lori’s place but when I got there, there, her car wasn’t in the driveway and when I knocked there wasn’t any answer. I called Lori’s phone cell phone.
“Where are you?” I asked
“I’m at Roger’s”
“We’ve been dating for a few weeks”.
“What’s the problem Danny?”
I’m at your place with Shelby”
“Why? I thought you were taking her tonight”.
“Where’d you get that idea?”
Now I looked down at my niece… “Did you tell your mom you were spending the night at my place?”
“How soon can you be home?” I asked Lori
“Tomorrow”. She answered.
Yeah, OK SIS, WHATEVER!!!”
I’m not sure why I reacted so angrily at the prospect of Shelby spending the night at my house. It wasn’t like she’d never done it before. Was it because I didn’t trust myself to be alone with her? All Shelby had done was send me some sexy pictures. What was the big deal? I had spent many hours alone with her over the last two years. She was a good kid. I had helped her with her homework, I had made her meals and I had just hung out with her without any problems before. Tonight was no different, or was it?
I decided to wait outside while Shelby went into her house to gather school clothes for tomorrow. It would be Friday and if Lori’s past performance was any indication, I would have Shelby the entire weekend. Lori was quite good at taking advantage of the situation but then she was always quite the manipulator. I wasn’t even going to try and get a hold of her until Sunday afternoon because I knew she wouldn’t be answering her phone when she had a captive babysitter. Besides, Shelby and I still needed to have a long talk about proper use of her cell phone. By the time we got back to my place it was starting to get dark. I asked Shelby if she had any homework and she said no so I told her to have a seat at the kitchen table so we could chat.
“So Shelby… You said your friend Jeannie told you to send those pictures?”
“Yeah… She said it’d turn you on”.
“You know I love you, right?”
“I know that but I want you to love me like a girlfriend not like a niece”.
“I can’t love you like that… I’m too old for you”.
“But I don’t like boys at school. They’re too immature. You’re a man. They’re just little boys”.
“How old is this Jeannie girl?”
“She’s in eighth grade so 13 or 14 I guess”
“What else has she told you?”
“Lot’s of stuff”
“Mostly sex stuff”.
I looked away for a moment. Did I really want to press this issue? Did I really want to know what this older girl had been telling my niece? I’m not Shelby’s dad so did I really want to be the one to have “the sex talk” with her? It seemed clear that Lori wasn’t going to step up and do it so I guess I was gonna have to be the one. I proceeded carefully.
“Tell me exactly what Jeannie has been telling you sweetie”.
“You promise you won’t get mad?”
“Have I ever gotten mad at you sweetie?”
“Then please, go ahead, it’ll be ok”.
“OK… It all started the other day at school when we were at lunch. Jeannie was talking about this boy she met at the mall; he’s twenty eight. They started going out and she really likes him so they started talking dirty on the phone. She said he asked her to send him some naked pictures so she did. Now they’re together”.
“Together? What does that mean exactly?”
“It means they’re having sex, Uncle Danny, DUH”.
“Go on sweetie”.
“Well… I told her that I liked an older guy too”.
“Did you tell her who it was?”
“ARE YOU KIDDING? She’s a blabbermouth and she’d tell everyone at school. I couldn’t even believe she told us about all this stuff. Now he’ll probably get in trouble because everybody knows”.
“So you know what she’ doing is bad, right?’’
“I know it’s against the law but I don’t think it’s bad. If two people are in love, age doesn’t matter. That’s why I think you and I could be together. I promise I’d never tell mom or ANYONE because I love you so much”.
“That’s not really the point Shelby. It’s wrong for an older person to take advantage of a younger one. By law what that older man is doing with Jeannie is called statutory rape”.
“It’s not rape; Jeannie wanted to have sex with him”
“Jeannie’s not old enough to say yes to something like that. She’s still a minor”
“Can I ask you something Uncle Danny?
“What is it Shelby?”
“Why do adults think kids are stupid?”
“We don’t think that”
“Yes you do… You think we don’t know about love because were young”
“I suppose that’s true”
“If some old guy kidnaps a little girl and has sex with her that’s rape. If an older guy tricks a little girl and she has sex with him that’s rape too. But if a girl wants to have sex with a boy and he wants to have sex with her, that’s not rape. That’s just being in love, right?”
This was bad. I was losing a debate with a ten year old girl. Everyone knows what the law is but it’s very difficult to argue the merit of that whole age of consent thing. Nevertheless, I was going to try.
“It’s the law Shelby and people can go to jail for this”
“Kids are too inexperienced to make decisions about having sex. You don’t understand the consequences”
“You mean like getting pregnant?”
“I can’t get pregnant yet Uncle Danny and when I’m old enough I know what to do so I don’t… They teach us that in school now. We had an assembly in school last year and this lady cop came to talk to us. She told us about good touching and bad touching and she said that my body belongs to me and that no one should ever touch me unless I want them to. I got in trouble that day because I asked her what would happen if someone touched me because I said it’s ok”.
“What did she tell you?”
“She said it’s NEVER ok”.
“And naturally you asked why, right?”
“Yeah, I did”
“And you got in trouble?”
“I got a week in detention”
“And you never got an answer, did you?”
“Nope, and I really wanna know why I can’t let someone touch MY BODY if I say it’s ok… Can you tell me that Uncle Danny? And don’t say it’s because you say so”.
“Uhhh… No sweetie, I can’t”.
“That’s what I thought”.
I really wanted to have an answer to her question but I really didn’t. There was no use throwing out the legal answers because she was ready for that. She was talking about free will and her right to exercise it. It was clear that playing the “you’re too young” card wasn’t going to fly. Instead of trying to bullshit her, I decided to backtrack.
“Ok… What else have you and Jeannie discussed?”
“It’s kind of private, Uncle Danny. Do you really wanna know?”
“Tell me sweetie, it’s ok”.
“Jeannie told me that if I close my eyes and think about making out with the boy I really like that I’d start to get this funny feeling down between my legs. She said when that happened I should rub my pussy with my fingers. She told me that if I rubbed it long enough it would get really wet and I’d have an orgasm.
“Do you know what that is?”
“I do now…Last night after I sent you those pictures I tried it. I closed my eyes and started kissing my pillow like it was you. Just like Jeannie said, I started getting that feeling so I rubbed my pussy and it worked. It was the best thing I ever felt. Do you think what I did is bad?”
“No sweetie, I don’t… What you did is called masturbation and it’s perfectly natural’’.
“Jeannie told me that she likes to stroke her boyfriend’s dick. She does that till it gets really hard. Then she either sucks on it or puts it inside her pussy”.
“Where did you learn these words Shelby?”
“Books, the internet, Mom… All kinds of places’’.
“Your mom uses words like that in front of you?”
“No, she uses them when she talks to her boyfriends… Her bedroom is right next to mine and I hear her screaming when they’re having sex.”
What I was hearing shocked me some but I have to say that I retained my composure rather well. It was obvious now that Shelby’s exposure to her mother’s wanton sexual lifestyle had caused her to become curious about it. She was talking to her friends at school and listening to Lori. Sex sounded like a lot of fun to Shelby and now she wanted to experience it herself. I was glad that the kitchen table covered the lower half of my body so she couldn’t see what was happening underneath. Listening to my ten year old step niece talking about her first orgasm and saying the words pussy and dick had me about to drop a load of my own. I decided this was a good time to send her to the shower but I made her promise before she walked away that she’d never send naked pictures to anyone. I suppose I should have stipulated that “anyone” included me too, but for some reason I chose to omit that.
While Shelby showered I changed into my comfy clothes and made up the spare bedroom for her. When I finished with that she was still in the showering so I went in the living room and turned on the television. I was channel surfing when Shelby came out wearing a flimsy spaghetti string tank top and her usual white cotton bikini panties. Just like always, she sat down on the couch right beside me and leaned against me so I could put my arm around her. None of this was unusual except that tonight I was in a state of heightened arousal. I had never before seen my niece or any other prepubescent girl as a sexual object and I couldn’t understand why I was now. Had something in my brain or in my internal chemistry changed? Was I losing my mind? Or had it just been too long since the last time I got laid?
Shelby reached one of her arms across my abdomen and laid her head on my chest. Her still damp hair smelled of kiwi and coconut from the shampoo and I was starting to feel myself stiffening. I was wishing about now that I had worn something a bit more substantial than my usual gym shorts and t shirt because the shorts weren’t doing a very good job of hiding my genitalia.
I tried doing algebraic equations in my head to lessen my libido but it was no use. Despite my best efforts, I was soon fully erect. I looked over at Shelby hoping she wouldn’t notice but to my dismay her eyes were fixed on the obvious bulge in my shorts. I watched her looking at my penis for a moment until she looked back at me.
“You do think I’m pretty, don’t you?” she beamed.
“Yes sweetie, I always have”.
“Should I do something?”
“NO Shelby… You shouldn’t”
“Because I don’t want you to”
“Yes you do… Look at how big it is”.
“You can’t be talking like that with me Shelby… It’s wrong”.
“But I don’t want you to be in pain”.
“What do you mean?”
“Doesn’t it hurt when it’s hard like that?”
“No honey, it doesn’t hurt”.
“Come on Uncle Danny, just let me see it”.
“I think it’s time for you to go to bed Shelby”.
“What if I show you something first? Then can I see?”
Before I could answer Shelby jumped off the couch and whipped of her panties. There she stood naked from the waist down. She did a little pirouette in front of me so I could see everything and sat in my lap. I knew I could have stopped this at any point. She wasn’t exactly holding a gun to my head, was she? I guess I needed to make her throw herself at me so I could feel better about what was going to happen. Shelby leaned in close and gave me a sweet little kiss on my lips. It seemed there was no turning back now. I cradled her in my arms and stood up. She kissed me again and this time I kissed back as I carried her down the hall to my bed.
There was no way Shelby could have taken my eight inches inside her so I wasn’t even going to put her through the pain of trying. I would be just as happy making tonight all about her I put her down on her back and lay beside her on the bed. I moved close and kissed her passionately while my hand slipped slowly between her slender legs. Gently I parted her thighs and rubbed my whole hand over her vulva. Her outer lips were plump and smooth as the day she was born. I wiggled my index finger slightly and it nestled softly into her tiny moistened fold. As wet as she was it would have been easy to penetrate her but I wasn’t going to do that. I would just tickle her clit until I felt her cum.
I lifted myself onto one elbow so I could watch her as I worked. Soon her eyes were shut tightly and her mouth opened. I didn’t change my pace or anything. I just kept moving my fingertip in tight circles around her little pink bud. Soon she tensed up and let out a quiet squeal. The whole thing only took about ninety seconds but I loved it. Judging from the smile on her face, it seemed she loved it too. Shelby sat straight up now as I laid back. Her eyes moved from my face down over my midsection finally coming to rest on my engorged member I hadn’t even removed my shorts yet so it stood erect against the thin nylon material. She looked back at me with a coquettish smile.
“Now you have to let me see it”
“Go ahead sweetie… Pull it out”.
Shelby got up on her hands and knees and in so doing; she gave me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy from behind. Just the sight made me shiver with excitement. I so wanted to go inside there but I knew it just wasn’t possible. While I enjoyed the view, Shelby worked my shorts down around my ankles. Now she was straddled directly over me. She had my cock in her hand and her butt was so close to my face that all needed to do was lift my head a little and stick my tongue out to taste her juices. The idea was very tempting but I knew now there’d be other nights. I didn’t want overdo things on her very first sexual experience.
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