Forward

This is the true narrative of the relationship with my uncle that turned sexual. To have covered the complete interaction would have taken a book. Therefore I have just covered the first sexual awaking between us. There always was a love bond between us and it developed into something greater. To me, it was of the foremost importance and a time of immense emotional and sexual maturing. I will not call this a story, because to me it is a narrative documentary - one that I have found very difficult to write in some areas. To you, it may be only the story of a young girl losing her virginity, or just an interesting tale, or an incestuous sex story -- to me it was my life. I have gone into a full descriptive recital of our first sexual encounter. By documenting it fully, I am hoping others realize that a sexual love bond with an uncle is not a repulsive occurrence and can be very beneficial to a younger person.

My confidence level and self esteem soared after this first liaison. For the longest time my libido was calmed and I was able to concentrate on other aspects of life (i.e., school). Yes, I actually became a better student. The union steered me away from other, possibly less benevolent sexual encounters with younger males that would not have had the deep love interest that my uncle demonstrated. I felt fulfilled and that I had completely entered the adult world. In the end it benefited me immensely, six years have past and I still count myself as being most fortunate. Love is a powerful emotion and though it, I discovered the joys of lovesex in an environment that was very safe, kind and understanding. I would like to talk about this more in depth after the narrative, so as to allow others who may not be interested in my message, to get on with the enjoyment of reading about my experience.

The main purpose of my writing is not to be pornographic (it is pornographic), but to share my somewhat rare experience with others. To do so, I have had to expose my young fundamental feminine sexual urges. I have done this completely and honestly to the best of my ability. Having revealed the naked truth for all to see and ponder. I am hoping others in the same situation will benefit from it and quietly seek the love of ones who truly cherish them, be they an uncle or not. In conveying the information, I have tried to preserve my views and thoughts as I was, a teenager (18 years old) and write as such. This I found most difficult to do accurately. Much thought has gone in to it, so please enjoy, contemplate and discuss.

Jane

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Mother was of half French descent and of half Polynesian. Father is part French and American, his family emigrating to American when he was only 4 years old. I guess this makes me still half French by descent. Mother is the family beauty, being long dark haired and of slender build with a warm Polynesian look. She is a kind compassionate loving woman who always was there for me. Father was supportive and loving, but often was gone for months at a time on work trips to different parts of the world. We lived in Hawaii, in a quiet area, your average family, with a slightly higher than average education. Our entire family is very health conscious, very sports involved and fit. Most of my time was taken up in competitive swimming, gymnastics, school work or music practice. I loved my parents and being a single child they gave me much attention.

Mothers only brother, Uncle Chuck who lived close to us (several streets away in a condo), was a frequent visitor. Uncle Chuck actually had several small condos on the islands and one on the mainland, where he was gone on business numerous times a year. He was a bachelor, but had a constant female companion (that was Joan). Both seemed perpetually busy and in motion, although Uncle told mom that one day he would settle down and start a family with Joan.

Uncle was a man that had a zest for life and living. He seemed to do almost everything, but his favorite hobby was sailing -- which he included us in, taking us for day trips and the odd overnighter.

Most of his vacations revolved around a one week sailing trip, often with Joan and occasionally by himself. Mom said it was part of her family's Polynesian heritage to go out on the water and that is why Uncle Chuck like the sailing so much. I do admit that the times Uncle took the family out, I enjoyed it immensely.

Uncle had promised to take us out for a five-day trip this year, but dad had landed a big contract and was gone to Europe for the month. And this is where I will begin;

Having finished swim practice and coming home, I bolted thought the gate, towards the kitchen patio and the kitchen. Mom was just sitting on the patio deck and working on her books. I gave her a hug hello and scooted off to shower and to change. Coming back down I asked the classic "What's for dinner" question to mom, just as Uncle Chuck rounded the house corner. He was in causal dress and looked very happy.

"Hey kiddo how's swimming going?" he questioned me.

"Hi Uncle Chuck, just great!" I responded.

Chuck looked at my mom and asked, "Hey Penny (that's moms short name) how about all of us going off on that sailing trip to Hanalei Bay (Kauai) we've being chatting about lately -- like tomorrow? The weather reports are just great."

I immediately cheered, having the next three weeks completely free and loving the thought of us all going over to Hanalei Bay.

Mom, frowned and replied, "Chuck, I'm right in the middle of closing two sales and just can't spare the time now. How about in a week and a half, I'll be free and so is Jane."

"Well I think that will be OK, but depends on the weather."

Mom looked at my slightly fallen face and made a snap decision, "Why don't you take Jane and go."

"Up to Jane, but it would only be the two of us, Joan is on the main land for the next two months staying in my Seattle suite."

Mom looked at me and asked, "Well Jane, you want to go?"

I smiled and said, "Sure as long as Uncle Chuck can put up with me." Inside I was going yes, yes, yes. I had my Uncle all to myself for five whole days. It would be great -- I just did not know how great yet.

Now Uncle Chuck, was one of my best friends and I just adored him to the point I had a teenage crush on him at that time. He was always there for me and probably spent more time than anyone outside my mother, listening and talking with me. Many times I had sleepovers when I was younger at his place, sometimes alone and sometimes when Joan was around. Uncle was easy to talk to and as I had progressed into my late teens always treated me like an adult. Many times we walked alone together and talked about anything that came to mind. I trusted him with things that I may not have told others and he never judged me. We covered drugs, smoking, drinking and social issues with teens. Sometimes I talked to him about boys and why they act the way they do. Interestingly enough Uncle Chuck never seemed like a parent to me. He never dosed out long tirades of advice, but offered a point here or there. I listen to him and did find it helped a lot, but most of the time he just listened to me.

The only time he seemed upset about our conversion was when I told him about the date I had with Dale Flint. (note#1) Dale was one of the high schools cool guys and he asked me out on a Saturday night. I OK'ed it, thinking that it might be fun to be dating him, since he had broken off with Jessica Hurst over six months ago. Some of the other girls talked about him a lot, but all I remember is he liked cars. Well, we went out and all he did was talk about what he was going to do and how he was going to make a lot of money. I tried to be polite and listen, but to be truthful, found him boring. On the way home he asked to stop by the beach so we parked and I could see he wanted to kiss me. So OK, at least he wasn't bragging anymore. He kissed me somewhat aggressively, then squeezed my breast very hard. I pushed him away and told him that, that hurt. It did, my breasts where very tender then. Not once did he consider my feelings and I asked to be taken home. I tried not to make a big deal out of it, due to the talk that can go around the school about this kind of thing. I wish I had told him I was busy that night.

He drove me home and I jumped out right away, saying, I'll see him around - still trying to keep things light. Well, I'm sure I heard him say bitch as he sped off.

Right, what did I do -- he was the jerk. That bothered me and I was still a bit worried about it going around high school. My friend Molly told me that he had done the same thing to another girl previously.

Later walking with Uncle I mentioned what had happened. Uncle never said anything about physical violence, but I got the idea that he would like to punch the brat (as he called him) several times. (note #2) Uncle explained that this guy was still a boy and needed to grow up. He cautioned me about only going out with guys I got to know reasonable well and actually liked. He explained there would be lots of boys to choose from. I didn't quite understand, but he said I had a natural beauty that would help very much (his words). I kept thinking that Mom was the beauty in the family (she is), I still don't wear much makeup (most of the time none). (note #3.)

Being in the last year of high school many of the other girls had sexual experiences. For some reason I had missed out on most of it, having been so busy with school, music, swimming and occasionally traveling with mom and dad. I often listen to the others talk about the guys they went out with and what happened. I didn't feel left out, just a bit curious. I had, had the typical girlhood crushes, but nothing too serious. Molly, my best friend knew I was green and I knew she had lost her virginity to one of the guys on the football team. She never told me all the details, but I did understand that it was not good and he lost interest in her, almost right afterward. I remember Molly crying several times.

Sailing

I packed up for the trip taking a duffel bag full of clothes for all conditions and a supply of tampons as my period was due soon, lots of sun tan lotion, and the standard assortment of girl works. Mom picked us up several bags of groceries the night before and Uncle came by very early in the morning to pick me up. I hugged mom bye and jumped in with Uncle.

"Hey Jane, good morning, how you doing today?" he asked.

"OK Uncle Chuck. How's the weather look?"

"Absolutely perfect," he responded. Uncle seemed excited about the trip. We packed up the boat and where gone before sunrise, motoring for several hours. The trip from Oahu to Kauai is a fairly long one about 65 miles between islands across Kauai Channel and almost double that, port to port. As the sun came up Uncle Chuck hauled up the sails, as I took the tiller. We had good wind and made excellent time towards Kauai. Uncle had instructed me on sailing in the past, but I was not that good yet, due to lack of practice, but every trip helps. Uncle on the hand was in his element, although most of the time he let me handle the tiller. I enjoyed the excitement of tacking and the feel of the boat cutting thought the water and waves.

By lunch we could see the coast of Kauai, by evening we where rounding the corner in to Hanalei Bay. Personally I love Hanalei Bay -- I think it is one of the most beautiful places in the Islands. The evening scents where like flowers and warm jungle. Uncle dropped anchor in a quiet spot in the bay and set a stern anchor as well, keeping the bow to the small waves entering the anchorage.

"Well Jane I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. What do you say we fix dinner together?"

Together we prepared a light boat dinner, ate, then cleaned up. I was enjoying every minute with Uncle, I had my attention on him all the time. After dinner we listened to music and sat in the stern cockpit relaxing and enjoying the bay and stars. There is something about a day of sailing that wears you down. I'm not sure, but maybe the extra effort of moving around on a moving boat works the muscles more. I was getting a bit too relaxed, when Uncle suggested turning in.

"Jane, will the V-berth be OK for you? I'll will take the fold down bench berth in the main salon."

"OK Uncle," I responded with a smile.

I took first turn in the head and washed up and changed into a long T-shirt. I left my panties on, but removed my bra.

Coming out I pointed to the head and said, "Your turn." Uncle looked at me and I'm sure I saw his eyes on my breasts.

"Jane you are getting older and looking great," he observed. I smiled at the compliment from an older man. Turning in, I started to think about Uncle and wonder what it would be like to hold him and fall asleep -- as I drifted off to sleep.

Next morning I was up just after Uncle Chuck, both of us being early risers. After breakfast we rowed the dinghy to the pier and walked around the beach and explored the area. I liked being with Uncle and I liked people seeing us together as we walked the quiet street. I think it was at this point, that I started to realize I was really in love with my Uncle. It may sound dumb, like a school girl's crush, but I started to think of him as my man - at least on this trip.

Mid morning we headed back to the boat.

"Lets go for a swim before lunch," suggested Uncle Chuck.

I thought a swim would be nice and went below to change. Rather than change in the head I pulled out my one piece swim suit and changed in the main salon. Thinking Uncle was up on deck securing the dinghy and checking the anchor lines, I peeled off my clothing. Just as I pulled the suit up my bottom, Uncle came down the companionway.

"Oops" he said, as I stood bare breasted sideways to him.

I put my hands on my breasts and said, "That's OK," blushing a little. Uncle turned as I pulled my top up. Now, I don't know if I had changed there hoping to get caught, but my hands did not cover up all that fast. A few minutes later, Uncle told me I had beautiful breasts and not to worry. I didn't know what to say, but I sure liked the compliment and I liked that he saw me bare.

Diving into the crystal blue water we swam to the beach. In the near distance the cliffs towered up like idyllic green walls -- this was paradise. We swam and played for about an hour, totally enjoying ourselves. Splashing each other and frolicking, Uncle picked me up and dunked me. I mockingly protested loudly, but really wanted to be close to him. I jumped up on him and wrapped my legs around his waist as we fell back into the water. I held him tight and was lost in a world of fun, play and romance.

Back at the boat we lunched on sandwiches and I chatted up a storm. Uncle made me feel so relaxed. After lunch we decided to rest in the sun on board and listen to music and read - a wind-down day.

Going below, I changed from my one-piece swimsuit to my bikini. Grabbing the suntan lotion, and my sun blouse I headed topside. Up on deck Uncle was flopped out on a towel with just his shorts on. Pulling up beside him, I plopped down.

"Hey sir, can you get my back?" I requested, turning over on my tummy and passing the suntan lotion.

"Where did you get that hot suit from?" he exclaimed. Teasing me, Uncle dripped cool lotion spots all over my back. I shouted though the ordeal in playful protest. What I didn't shout about was when Uncle started to rub it in. I lay back and closed my eyes as he rubbed my back going under the top straps. His hand on my back was arousing me and I was doing my best to hide it. I tensed as he went just under the edge on my bottoms. He then jumped down to the inside of my legs and I parted slightly to allow him access. He looked up and caught me looking at him, he smiled back and continued to rub the cream in down my legs. After he finished me, he paused, stopped, and then rubbed my bum.

"How's that love?" he asked.

Whooo, I was heaven.

"Great," I responded, smiling back at him. Quietly we lay side by side, taking in the sun and relaxing. After about twenty minutes I put my sun blouse on to shade a bit from the hot sun. Lying on my back, I couldn't stop thinking about how Uncle rubbed my bum and I turned to look at him. He was reading a magazine and dropped it as I looked.

"What's up Jane?" he asked.

"Nothing Uncle ... well, I was just thinking - thank you for taking me," I responded. He reached for my hand and gently held it. I instantly wrapped my fingers around his and beamed at him. Something changed between us at that moment -- I think we both noticed it. He leaned over and lightly kissed me on the lips. I trembled and kissed him back. We held hands for the next ten minutes. I was becoming aroused just by holding his hand and did not know what to do. Gently I rubbed him with my fingers. He squeezed back. Again I rubbed his fingers, looking, wanting something from him. Uncle turned and looked at me, saying nothing. I looked down, then up into his eyes. I locked eyes with him and could not look away. I couldn't hide what I was feeling any more.

Slowly, I heard him say, "Jane, I know, I understand."

God how could he know, when I was too scared to even think about the possibility. To be honest Uncle never was the aggressor between us. He only took me where I wanted to go -- maybe where we both wanted to go.

Rising, he put his T-shirt on. Then taking my hand, he peacefully said, "Lets go below."

I followed below as Uncle led me. In the salon he sat down and let me stand in front of him. I knew what was going on and I could have just said no at anytime, but that was not what I wanted.

Still holding my hand Uncle eased me over to his knee and I sat down, putting both arms around me he held me. I did not waste a second. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I hugged him back. I didn't know where this was leading to and I was too frightened to even think about it. Uncle, very tenderly kissed my neck. Turning I met his mouth and we fully kissed. Breaking the kiss, my heart was pounding in my chest. I gently rubbed his cheek with mine, not sure what to do next, but wanting more.

The Emotions of Love

Sitting on his knee I hugged him tightly, I could feel the sexual tension between us and I think he could also. Gently kissing my neck, Uncle asked if I was sure I wanted this to happen.

The best I could do was make a quiet, "Yaa" and nod a little -- I was extremely nervous and could not hide it. We had hugged many times in the past, but I knew this was much different. This man I knew so well and loved so much, was as gentle as you could imagine with me. I was a wreck, hardly able to talk and was very stiff. I was going to start my period soon and my teenage libido was peaked and raging inside me. As I sat on his knee, I pushed my head tightly into his.

Uncle slowly rubbed my back and whispered, "Easy Jane, easy." His warmth and smell had intoxicated me and I was in love. With a definite rhythm he massaged my back and moved around to my tummy. I tensed slightly and slowly relaxed as his warm hand drained away my inhibitions. Pushing me back a little, Uncle unbuttoned the middle of my sun blouse. Looking directly into my eyes, he ever so slowly slipped his hand into my blouse and touched my covered breast, cupping the left one completely on the outside of my bikini top. My breathing was forced with a nervous shudder to it.

Oh god that felt good, my nipples where absolutely rock hard. I sat on his knee with my chest rising and falling, my breath ragged and forced.

"Jane it's OK," he said softly, to comfort me. "Its OK to be a little scared, I'm here to be with you and help you, I love you very much sweetheart."

Licking my lips, I managed a little nod back. Methodically Uncle unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and opened it up. Sliding his hand up the side of my waist he moved his hand to my top again. Cupping each of my covered breasts he felt me, then leisurely ran his finger tips deliberately over the bumps of my nipples. I quivered at each light touch, a warm glow starting to build in my body. I can never remember ever being so excited! Having only my sun blouse over my bikini, I did not have anything else on and was in for a small surprise -- because I was aroused, I was leaking on my uncle's shorts, not wearing a panty liner.
"Lets make ourselves comfortable Jane," pushing me to a standing position, we both saw the small dark wet spot on his green shorts.

Embarrassed, I mumbled, "I'm sorry Uncle Chuck," as I simultaneously looked down at what I had done and at the large bugle in his shorts. I didn't know what to do or say and just stood looking, dumb, I guess. Uncle did not hesitate. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my lips not releasing his mouth, he rubbed his lips around on my lips. It became a very wet kiss. I absolutely loved this and at this point would have done anything for this man.

Gently breaking the embrace, Uncle folded open the bench seat on the boat and lay down.

"Come on Jane, come get on top of me," he commanded. I silently obeyed, gingerly jumping on top of him. Once more we kissed deeply and passionately. Uncle Chuck looked at me and asked how I was doing.

This time I answered, "Good Chuck," making a little smile and dropping the uncle.

He smiled at me, "Jane I want to see your nervousness, it shows your innocence and turns me on." I didn't fully understand, but I like the idea that I turned him on. Pecking kisses up at me, he stated being wet was just part of lovemaking and that he loved the thought of me being wet. I knew I was somewhat ready for what was coming and it felt incredible. Sitting up on my Uncle as he lay on his back, I had my legs straddled around him like a horse. I looked down at him not knowing what to do or what I could do with him. Inhibitions filled me. After all, this was my uncle, but I was very aroused by him. There was no going back for both of us, but I still didn't know how to make love to him. He had to lead the way and teach. I would follow.

Opening the front of my sun blouse, Uncle pulled it off my shoulders to expose my bikini- covered bust. I'm not large breasted, but do have long nipples similar to pencil erasers and both where fully erect at this time and protruding from the material and forming bumps. Pulling me down on to his chest Uncle reached around and undid the clip on my top. Lifting me back to my sitting position, my top was very loose. He placed his hands on the upper curve of my hips as he slowly slid them up my sides towards my loose top. Carefully pushing away the flimsy material Uncle put both hands on my bare mounds. I quivered at his touch as the warmth of his hands spread into my breasts. The ends of my nipples tingled with sensation as they were caressed bare for the first time. My face flushed with heat, as I blushed from my Uncle's attentions. Slowly he fondled my young tits as I gasped, shaking and enjoying it. Maybe only women understand how nice this feels, but I loved the tenderness and intimacy. With a delicate touch he held my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolled and pulled on them. Electricity bolted though my body to my vagina and clitoris, I moaned out softly and uncontrolled.

"Jane," Uncle said bringing me back. "Do you like that?"

"Yes Uncle, yes.", I whimpered.

"Jane please tell me when you like something and I will do my best to turn you on." Pulling my mouth down to his we kissed again, this time I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth and allowed him in. As we explored each other I lost all track of time, I was once again seeping on him with my feminine juices. My god I was wet and nervous, but I loved kissing him and being close.

Uncle asked me to do something very strange at this time; looking into my eyes he asked me to spit into his mouth. I didn't understand why and I think my wide eyes expressed the wonder.

"Jane it's part of being extremely intimate. I want to show you that we are one."

Being nervous I could not get much spit up, but did manage a bit and dribbled it into his mouth. Uncle licked it up and then swallowed. This did something to me as I watched in wonder. I did not feel that it was gross and was starting to get used to close bodily contact As usual Uncle was right, this as just a sample of what was coming between us.

Pulling me over his mouth Uncle Chuck started to kiss my ear lobe. Like a small caterpillar his tongue ran down my neck. The attention was fabulous. Moving me forward and above him, my breasts pointed down (and looked bigger) at his face. I understood he now wanted to suck them, but instead kissed my upper chest and swirled his tongue around to the edge of my armpit. Again, I was breathing heavily -- he was teasing me and it was working.

I heard him murmur, "Mmmmh Jane, your skin is so smooth and soft."

Sweat was forming on me now as my breast where inches from his mouth. Slowly he lapped at my skin then licked into my armpit.

I giggled and yelped, "Oh Uncle, that feels nice."

Stopping for moment, Uncle smiled and replied, "You taste nice honey."

Quickly he licked my naked breast crossing my nipple. I pushed my chest out looking for more of that. Uncle responded by licking and sucking my nipples, both of which where fully erect. Shivers of sensation ran up my spine in delight as I watched Uncle, from above, nurse on me. Looking down, it just turned me on more that it was my Uncle. My breaths were coming in long deep shuddered pants now. My hips were starting to rub my Uncles tummy as I pushed into him with my sex. I could smell his body and both of us where hot. I craved the closeness of this man I loved. Both my tender breasts were in his hands as he licked circles around my crinkled areola and flicked at my nipples with his tongue. Pushing back against my breasts he sat me up, immediately I could feel his erect penis twitch between my legs. I pushed against it by instinct and it was Uncles turn to react.

"Go slowly Jane, we have lots of time honey," he whispered.

With that he pushed me over and got on top of me. My legs naturally went around the outside of him, in one submissive motion. Pecking kisses at me he asked if I was OK to go on -- he was controlling the progress of our love making and being very careful and cautious with me. I loved him all the more for it as he slowly drew me into a very long intense sex session. I will never forget this as my desire and emotions built from one extreme peak to another.

My quiet answer was, "I love you Uncle Chuck."

"Jane you have the most beautiful eyes, yes my little niece, the most beautiful eyes. Love gets serious after this my girl," he said firmly.

I nodded OK, not really being that sure. I was eighteen and understood sex, but was innocent, a virgin and a bit naive, both sexually and emotionally. What I did know, is that I was intensely in love with this man and trusted him fully. I wanted this; there was no doubt about it. By referring to me as his niece, I felt very special to him, beyond just a lover.

"Jane, I will be with you in the morning and the next day, together we will work though this -- Ok?"

This made me feel contented and happy. I didn't know it at the time, but somehow he knew there was going to be some strong emotions revealed between us and from me.

For minutes we lay together kissing and looking at each other. It was so soft and peaceful and warm. My Uncle was taking good care of me and I was in heaven. This time I was on the bottom, with my legs around him in a love embrace. I was completely submissive and his to do with what ever he wanted. Methodically he worked down my neck kissing and nibbling me. Sitting up he grabbed both my hands and pulled my arms above my head.

"Jane you're gorgeous," he said. Tapping my cheeks with kisses, slowly he moved his head to my armpit and started to lick it. I'm not sure why, but this started my hips and legs to contract around him as I was being driven into heat again. As Uncle licked my armpits, he hand massaged my bare breasts -- and oh, how I loved it. As if he followed a pre-planned path, Uncle moved from one arm pit to the other, across my nipples. Anchored at my bottom end by his torso, I pushed my hips into him even harder and squeezed with my legs.

"Jane, I want you to keep your hands behind your head honey, OK?"

"Yeah," was my only response. Slowly he moved his licking down over my left breast and lower. I new what was coming and my nervousness built to a crescendo. Gently he placed his hands on my breast as he licked down across my tummy. Slowly his weight came off me as he moved down. As he kissed to the top of my bikini bottom, he checked one last time;

"OK Jane?" All I could do was to spread my legs a little wider in response. I was scared and excited beyond belief.

Over the next five minutes Uncle worked my bikini bottoms down as he followed it with his tongue. Just above my pubic hair he stopped and lifted my bottom and pulled the backs off and then let me settle again.

I heard him murmur, "Mmmh, Jane you are so wet."

Slowly his tongue went though my pubic hair to the top cleft of my sex lips. I felt shivers going up and down my spine as my most private feminine place was to be explored by my Uncle. Millimeter by millimeter he lowered my covering until I was bare in front of his face.

"Mmhh beautiful pubic hair," he said, as he curled and pulled at my private hair with his mouth.

"Jane, lets take these off," requested Uncle.

As I swung my legs together he removed my bottoms. Uncle then spread my legs until my bare womanhood was fully in his face. I was glowing red with embarrassment, from his examination. First he smelt me with deep inhales as he kept repeating "Jane, Jane, Jane." My labia where swollen and full, moist with the dew of lubrication. Then I felt Uncle Chucks tongue lick my vagina. I wasn't ready for the effect as I gasped, shaking at his touches. My breathing was ragged and forced as he watched my response to his stimulation. My hands flew to his head as I held his hair.

"Easy Jane, easy," he repeated. "Are you ready for another one,"

"Yes Uncle!" I almost cried. Once again he gave my vulva a long slow lick. I lifted my hips and arched my back in an involuntary response to his tongue.

"Ohh Uncle ohh" I sighed softly. He let me rest for a moment, which only made me more desirous. Looking down at my Uncle lying between my naked legs was just turning me on, never mind the slow licking I was getting. Unconsciously I squirmed my loins in and out at him as I waited for more tonguing. I was intoxicated with this new feeling and craved more. He watched me for a moment then continued. (note #4)

Sweat was pouring out of every pore on my body at this time and I was flushed with redness as my Uncle explored me.

"Jane please let me know if you like this." God what a question to ask, I was as tense as possible and feeling extremely vulnerable. I'm not sure if Uncle understood how vulnerable I felt, lying in front of him with my legs wide apart and my bare vulva in his face as I released my most hidden sexual desires and responses. My lubricating juice was leaking out of me constantly now. I would not have been able to do this with any other man. Gently he kissed my labia, separating them with his tongue, (I do have large labia majora), striking my clitoris with a firm lick, I bucked up and started to undulate my legs. I was been driven crazy with this licking. Again Uncle's tongue circled my pulsating sensitive clitoris and I shuddered, pulling on his hair and ears.

"Easy Jane, easy my girl" he repeated again. Once again he licked me, this time he started low around my vaginal opening and ran up to my clit.

Once again I bucked up and cried out to him, "Chuck, Chuck." He looked up with an endearing smile. Dropping low he started to suck on me and probe my hole with the tip of his tongue. This was easier to take and not as intense as pressure on my clitoris. At this point I was a little self-conscious about my wetness and my Uncle tasting me. I then suddenly realized he was lapping up my vaginal wetness! I pushed back his head and looked at him. Staring back at me we locked eyes and then I fully understood how much love there was between us.

"Jane, you're my lover now and I will not hold back on anything, I can't. Our love making is going to be as intense and intimate as possible."

With that I opened my legs further apart and raised my hips in response. This had an immediate effect on him and he went at my feminine sex organs with vigor. Licking my sex lips rapidly like an ice cream cone, sucking me on each lip as he alternately pulled them out to their full lengths with his mouth and then released. All my inhibitions were being forced out of me and I displayed all of my passions. I didn't care what Uncle thought of me any more. I couldn't help myself, also I think this is what he wanted. I started to groan and oscillate as I responded to his mouth and tongue. I was out of control again and was drooling saliva out of the side of my mouth, as my young sensitive vulva was being expertly teased into raw lust. Below, Uncle Chuck slowly and deliberately ate my innocence away.

At one point he was holding me down as he worked my womanhood over -- I was actually crying at one moment from the sensation of the oral sex and the emotional intensity. Dropping low he entered my vaginal hole, (this I liked), in and out he went, wiggling his tongue as he lapped at the insides. He was at the heart of my femininity and I nothing left to hide. I submitted fully to him and lay back oscillating and grinding to his tempo, my breath was raging and uncontrolled, goose bumps ran up my arms as my spine tingled. He had me and I was his, as I watched him suck my young juices up, and god I loved him. Slowing he started to kiss and mouth the inside root of my thigh as we rested for a moment. Then I felt his fingers on my lower lips, opening and spreading them, exposing my swollen clitoris. He alternately kissed it and blew across it. This sent me though the roof and was harder to take than the direct licking and pressure. I tried to pull away a little, but Uncle pulled me back and did it again. I moaned loudly this time and bucked harder.

"Please Uncle, please, more" I squealed -- I was in his control and doing what he told me. He reached up and held my hands.

"OK Jane, but you hold your lips apart for me." God I felt strange as I held myself open, as my Uncle inspected and kissed my clitoris. Then he dipped a little lower around my pee hole, rasping his tongue against it. I was very sensitive to this and quivered. As I felt his tongue slid over my fingers and my labia, it was the most erotic feeling I can ever remember. Uncle gently licked away at my fingers and vulva as we both slid up and down my sex organs. My hips gyrated to his touches. Reaching down he pulled my legs up high and above my body then apart, this forced my vagina out and spread it. Licking me again in long juicy stokes, Uncle dipped lower until he was just above my anus.

I cried out in embarrassment, "No Chuck, no," as I realized what we were going to do.

Uncle was also now breathing very hard, as he panted out, "Its OK Jane, I want you love." Ever so slowly he licked my anus teasing me partly, as he'd go a bit then back off. I went crazy as he had to hold me down. I sobbed in an emotional sexual whirlwind, but honestly I thought at first it tickled, but did enjoy it -- I loved it.

Uncle knew, he teased the raw desire out of me and made feel comfortable enough to display it. He loved it and so did I. Slowly he let me calm down. I watch him anew as he lay his head by my pubic hair and pulled at it with his mouth. We lay in a quiet sexually embrace like this for five to ten minutes. I rubbed his head and ears in an affectionate manner. I was completed nude with my Uncle and totally comfortable, he knew how to make me feel at ease, as he took me though my desires and I guess his. The beach towel under my bottom was very damp.

Uncle got up and pulled a paper towel off the roll and wiped his face. I smile at him and he smiled back.

"Your very wet Jane," he reported.

I just looked at him with moon eyes and smiled more.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Yes, I loved it," I told him. "I want to be with you."

Looking back I wish I had told him a million things about what we had shared and how I felt, but all I could do was smile and nod. I think I may have been overwhelmed with my new experience and being with my Uncle.

I did one of the boldest things at that point. I reached over and felt the bulge in his shorts. I guess I was becoming more confident. I put my hand on him and just held it there. I knew what a penis looked like and all about it, but this was my uncle. He stood there patiently while I gave his manhood tiny squeezes. I looked up and again our eyes met. We both knew were we where going and there was no stopping. I was going to be my Uncles woman today, he knew it and I knew it.

"Do you want to see, Jane?" he asked.

"Please show me Uncle," I said in a whisper. "Show me everything."

He pulled up his T-shirt, I watch as his chest muscles flexed and he smiled back. He was a fit man and well shaped. Uncle then reached for his shorts as I sat several feet away looking directly at his bulge. I was feeling a little nervous again, but my curiosity was peaked. I did not know where to look as he pulled down his shorts. I looked first at his face and then his exposing erection. My gosh he had a lot of hair as he kicked off his shorts. I had accidentally seen uncle naked before, when he was showering at the family pool. It was only a flash as I had opened the door by mistake -- he never said anything about it. Now though he was fully hard and I was staring at him - at it. Lifting my hand he guided it to his penis. I held his shaft and was surprised at how warm it was and how smooth the skin was.

"I'm uncircumcised Jane, this is my foreskin," he instructed as I looked on. I watch and listened with fascination. Here I was holding Uncles manhood, whooh, that was a rush.

He pulled back his skin and then let it go over again. "Here you try Jane." Gently I pulled it back and forth, as he demonstrated. Ohh how I loved being intimate with him. I looked at the head under his skin and noticed it was wet too. Also it did smell, not a terrible smell, but one that was strong. My hand went to his testicles as I held both, they where hairy, warm and extremely soft. Uncle stood still while I held him and studied a man close up. He was very patient. I traced the veins in his shaft and felt his foreskin as it covered his head, it was all so soft. I then pulled back his skin again, I touched the tip and rubbed my finger across the small slit on the head. Uncle groaned. Quickly I looked up and asked if I hurt him.

"No, keep going that just feels good."

Getting use to the smell, I then swirled my finger around his head and down to the skin letting the skin pop back up again.

"Jane take your hand and stoke my shaft start up on the head."

I did as I was told, pulling his skin back as I slid over the shaft. Uncle liked this as he pushed his penis out and up and told me to do it again. This time I just kept going. I knew what this was doing to him as he started to push into my hand. Uncle started making deep sounds from his throat. I was fascinated that I could turn him on like that. With my other hand I held his testicles. I lookup into his eyes and watched his face.

Yes, he definitely liked this.

"Jane stop, I don't want to finish like this." I stopped, but Uncle just looked at me. He then told me I can do anything I like with him. I kept looking up not knowing what he wanted, then it came to me, he wanted me to suck him. I put my face next to his erection and rubbed my cheek against the man I loved, while I still held his scrotum. I honestly was not ready to do this. I very much wanted to make him happy, but I just wasn't ready to do this. I looked back up at him and wished, hoped, he would understand. Immediately he bent down and cupped my face with his hands.
"Hey its OK, doesn't matter. Do only what you want to and what makes you feel good."

Oh god, I almost burst out into tears at that point, he was so understanding and compassionate with me.

The Emotions of Sex

Both us being totally naked we embraced and then lay back down on the long bench bed. We hugged and kissed enjoying each other for a while. Uncle asked if I wanted to go on. I told him that I was his and that I wanted to make love with him -- that was the truth. I very much wanted to go all the way with him. Uncle turned me over on my tummy and gave me a good back rub that went from head to toe. I must say I like getting my cheeks rubbed. I was so relaxed and mellow. He then flipped me over and started to kiss me and massage my breasts. Most of the time he kept his face close to mine and often looked into my eyes. I was still very aroused when he again worked on my nipples. I started breathing heavily once more. Slowly he move down, rubbing my tummy. I shivered in anticipation as he touched my pubic hair. Gently he pulled my legs apart all the time watching me. I tried not to be too nervous, but he knew I was. Methodically he swirled his hands across the inside on my thighs. I spread my legs every time he came close to my vagina. I was shaking now with excitement, passion and a bit of anticipation. Uncle bent his head down and engaged me a long deep kiss at the same time I felt his hand on my vulva. He held me firmly pushing in on my entire genital area. I broke the kiss, pulling for air, my mouth was open and my breathing was coming in shudders. I felt the pressure again on my clitoris and this had an immediate effect -- I pushed back. He started to work me with his open hand as I pushed my hips into it and he pushed back. Once again, I was leaking profusely in a sexual heat. Uncle started to work his finger into my vagina as I still pushed back.

"Jane I think you are ready my love." I nodded in assent as he wiggled his finger into the heart of my femininity.

"Mhh you are so soft and gooey inside honey," he whispered into my ear.

God, he had me so horny at this time.

Uncle Chuck pulled my legs right apart and kneeled over me. I could see his erection as he pointed down to my vagina. Opening my lips he pushed the head of his penis into my opening. I tensed and lifted my hips, my hands where shaking as I felt my most private space being opened and invaded. Looking at Uncle, he was focused between my legs, his breath was also coming in nervous pants.

Looking at me he reassured, "Don't worry, Jane, I will go slow." Feeling his tip spread my entrance, I wiggled slightly and his glands slipped into my vagina as I shook. Gently he rocked in me, as he pushed deeper into my body. My canal was stretched tight apart as I accepted him. I could feel his penis head cautiously move back and forth inside and I was pushing back to his rhythm. My body was stiff and tight as I locked my muscles. I forced my breaths in and out of my lungs with deep nervous shudders as Uncle took me. Sex sweat beaded from every pore on my skin.

"Ohh so wet darling, so wet," he sighed. Slowly he came down on top of me as I wrapped my legs around him. His hands slid under my bum and lifted me a little. Uncle had now buried half his penis in me and he started to thrust. I hooked my arms under his and over the top of his shoulders. On each thrust he went deeper and I lifted to meet it. The feeling of his penis deep in me was so strange. I loved the pressures as he met and pushed on my clitoris -- every feeling in my body seemed to come from between my legs. (note #5)

Suddenly Uncle tensed and started pumping me rapidly. Shuddering, I moaned loudly, tightening around him. I was flushed, sweating profusely and mouth breathing. Sweat was running down my face, chin and chest where it dripped off. My nipples where erect and rock hard. I pushed back the best I could and squeezed on his penis as he thrusted into me. Uncle was snorting his breaths out, he was hot and wet everywhere. His hands dug into my buttocks as he enjoyed me and his penis was now buried to the end and was touching my cervix. I held it the best I could with my vagina. Slowing Uncle Chuck started to stop. I wondered why?

"Jane, Jane," he panted, "make it last". Dropping to a gentle thrust he pushed deep and instructed me to feel us together. He lifted a bit and both our hands slid down to our unison, and I felt his penis root as it penetrated into my vulva. I felt his fingers also exploring the moist area. My fingers combed though our combined nest of wet sex hair. He pulled out a little and pushed in several times while we felt ourselves. All the time uncle kept sighing and going augh, augh. I knew he was enjoying me now and I craved it. I squeezed back hard on his tip and I watched his face change. He started to wiggle his penis back and forth sideways in me and it was my turn to gasp as I felt his full length push on my sides, I shuddered again as he continued.

He looked down at me, and said, "You like that, don't you Niece?"

Nodding, "Yesss ... Uncle," I responded. Pulling his penis out he pushed it hard back in again, all the way. Immediately my ass reared as I took the thrust, again he did it and again, again and again.

Until I shouted out, "Please no, please!" Stopping he looked down at me and smiled. I kept oscillating as he kissed me gently. I couldn't help myself, I pushed back and forth on his cock as he lay still kissing me. This went on for minutes. He was letting me explore my sexuality and my desires, as I moved from side to side to get the best feeling. I moaned out in craving, as he watched me satisfy myself on his shaft. I let him see my teenage horniness, my deep erotic desires -- he had drawn me out and let me explore them. I loved Uncle for allowing this. He pushed me from my safe place and made me feel my emotions. I licked at his neck and ear, panting like an animal as my pussy dripped. I didn't care anymore, I let him see all of me. Once again he started to pump me furiously. Under him, I squirmed and wiggled and bucked. Squeezing harder and harder on his cock , I held it as tight as I could. I felt the start of an orgasm building in my loins, but it would not come and faded. My legs started to go together and he pushed them apart. I fought back to pull him into me. I thought I was crushing him with my arms as they where locked hard to him, our heads where side by side. Uncle was working hard in me as I felt his cock thrusts, his muscles were tense like rocks. I was weak compared to him. Faster and fast he pumped, pushing and moving me as he liked. He started to grunt as he pushed into me and a deep throaty growl started between his raging breaths. On and on he rode me as I lubricated the two of us at our organs junction. He started to slam me now as he dribbled sweat onto me.

He growled into my ear, "Ohh Jane, Ohh Jane ... Jane." I sighed back a slow high moan. He felt so good and I was making him feel good as we fornicated. Slowing again he lifted, gasping he told me he was going to fill me soon.

"Oh Uncle, fuck me!" I pleaded as my voice cracked. (note #6) Looking right into my eyes he shoved about four times real hard and then just roared aaaugh, as he pushed as deep as possible, shaking all over and wriggling his cock in me. I felt the semen hitting my insides as he squeezed me so hard it hurt. He started to lick my face between huge breaths with drool splashing all over us mixed with both our sweats. I held still as he continued to pump his come out and into my femininity. Uncle's tongue covered my face and I cried -- the body rushes now coming to me. I did not orgasm, but it felt very nice. I loved making him come -- it was as sexually exciting as I could possible image. I gave him all I could. I released all my shields. He saw my raw teenage sexuality and well, I sure saw his. What I did not realize, was that I was going to show him more. Slowly we wound down. Kissing, hugging and looking at each other, we lay together with his manhood deep in me for about 20 minutes. Reaching over Uncle grabbed the roll of paper towels as he pulled out of me.

He commanded, "Spread." As I opened my legs and lifted, he wiped my vagina. He careful opened my swollen raw labia and gently wiped and dabbed. I lifted higher and he cleaned my vaginal hole as excess semen flowed back out of me. I didn't understand at the time, but he had pumped a huge load into me (I not having anything to compare it to). Carefully he spread my bum cheeks and wiped my crack ensuring not to get any in my vagina. I was still feeling a little self-conscious at that. He wiped my face and armpits also, each with a fresh sheet. All the time my eyes could not leave him. Lifting my bottom he pulled out the soaked towel under us and placed a fresh one. Jumping back in with me we cuddled face to face and felt each other's glow, we where both still hot and sweating. We kissed and nuzzled with very little talk for about half an hour. Slowly we started to converse.

"Jane, you OK?" he checked.

"Mmhh very," I answered. God I was high, having just copulated with my uncle.

"Jane I wanted to make you come," he said.

"That's OK Uncle, it's just fabulous for me," I responded dreamily.

"I'm glad Jane, you sure made me cum, honey." Woow, I guess I did and the thought of that of that exited me.

Looking into my eyes, Uncle directly asked if I masturbated.

I was not ready for that question and choked out, "ahaa," biting my lower lip. I could not lie to him.

"Yes," I answered in a hoarse whisper. After our love making I thought nothing would embarrass me again, particularly with Uncle and here I was, being shy as a little school girl.

"Jane nothing to be ashamed of, most people masturbate." God I wish he would change the subject.

"Jane how often do you masturbate?" he asked.

Looking down I answered honestly, "Once or so a week, more before my period," I mumbled. (note #7)

"Jane, I masturbate all the time."

"You do!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, no lie I do." I started to feel better and thought about what Uncle and I had just done together.

"Jane I'm not trying to embarrass you here, but there is no point in keeping secrets between us any more."

I looked up at him and nodded, feeling much better. After all he was my lover now.

"Why I'm asking you, is to help you reach a climax and orgasm."

I opened up now, "Well it was starting to build up a little Uncle."

"How do you masturbate Jane?"

Again my shield started going up. I was not all that comfortable talking about this.

"Jane?" he prompted me.

I gave in and showed him. Lying on my side, with my bum against him, I crossed my legs and squeezed down on my vagina. Uncle lay quietly behind me. I was already aroused and started to think of the licking and tonguing I had just received. Slowly I built up as I thought about our sex session. The familiar warm glow started to radiate though my loins as I worked it. Uncle did not interfere. Sharply and rapidly I came, rocking and squeezing on my clit. My face twisted as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I squealed, panted and cried out in front of him, once again I was soaked in sweat. I knew Uncle was watching me and this made it seem so lewd, yet this is what turned me on so much. Twice more I repeated my actions and twice more, I had an orgasm in front of him. Once as he stared straight into my eyes, as I puckered my face in the pleasures of self-satisfaction.

No one has ever seen me come before and I was on sexual show for this man. Lying back, I was wasted. Uncle turned me on my back and gave me a light kiss and just held me. The day's light faded quickly to evening then dark, there not being much of a twilight in Hawaii. Uncle got up and cut us up some fruit and cheese and crackers and brought them over. I nibbled a bit as we snuggled together just holding each other. More and more a warm feeling of love washed over me as I was cuddled. My emotions built and caught up to me, as I started to cry large alligator tears. Uncle never asked me what was wrong or any dumb questions. He just cuddled me and kissed me -- there was nothing wrong, everything was just grand. I nuzzled his neck and chest as I poured my love into his body. Slowly my senses dulled as I fell asleep in his arms, his care and his love.

I never slept more peacefully as the boat lightly rolled bow to stern in the bay. I slept in Uncles arms as I had dreamed about the night before -- my dreams had come true.

The Dawn of a New Life

The next day I woke to an early morning sunrise as Uncle gave me a little shake.

I heard him say, "Sunrise my darling" ever so softly. It was the first day in my new life.

Drifting into the open hatch and companion way was the beautiful fragrance of the island. As my mind came around I felt I was coming out of a safe warm place. It felt so very good. I had a moment of disorientation as I realized Uncle was holding me and I was in bed nude with him. Then it came back and I hugged his neck and nuzzled him.

"Hi, Chuck" I quietly greeted.

"Hi honey" he calmly responded. "Ready to get up?"

I was a bit sore, but had a short boat shower and was feeling well -- fabulous. We had breakfast then swam, snorkeled, beach combed and explored the day away. Uncle took me out for supper that evening and we wandered in each other's love. Conversation was quiet between us until we returned to the boat. We sat in the open cockpit and Uncle embraced me, as we watching the stars together. We started to talk about what happened. It was a time full of great love for me. Uncle asked how I would be after we separated at the end of week and told me to call him at least once a day to talk. I now know that he was letting me find my own thoughts on our love making and letting know he was there to be with. We talked about how this would change us and Uncle mentioned mom and dad. This was the only time I felt that we may have done something, not altogether proper. I immediately conveyed my concern to Uncle who, looked off to sea for a minute and then slowly answered. (note #8)

"Jane, you where a woman before we made love, not just after or because of it, as such it is only your business who you make love to, not your parents. If you are now happy, forget the rest, it doesn't matter. What we have to think about is that I'm your uncle and your my niece. We loved each other before this and still love each other after. What we have done is shown each other that love as a man and women. Can you still be my niece and I your uncle? I think so. Jane, I don't want to put you off on talking about this, but I think we should leave it for a day or so and slowly let you come to terms with what has happened. I will be with you as we work through this. I will be here. Also I think this would have happened anyway, if not now, maybe next month or the month after. I felt your need and your maturity and have shared something very precious with you ... I have sensed this wanting in you for a while."

I understood what he was saying and told him. I was looking at things with different eyes now. Turning up to him, I kissed him and nuzzled him. It was a quiet thank you kiss, filled with understanding.

As Uncle promised, we worked through it and he was always there for me. I did phone many times over the next several months when I could not meet with him and never did he lose patience or understanding with me. Our relationship did not stay on a sexual plane for very long, but moved above that. In the end continued sex may have even been in the way. Through the years he never emotionally abandoned me -- never. Often our eyes would meet at crowded family events and all I felt was love for him and from him. I didn't matter if we where not being sexual, our love was still there -- it was the love of a niece and an uncle and more. Several times, years later we even slept together, cuddling all night and not having sex -- I think we just enjoyed being united in a different kind of affection. I'm sure that my uncle's initial intimacy with me was a gift I needed at that time. My gift back to back to him was my virginity, innocence and love. In his heart and soul he holds them, in mine is his patience, compassion, love and guidance. A nice trade and one I have never regretted. I consider myself blessed to have had an uncle like this.

Epilogue

The rest of the boat trip was heaven and there was a bit more sex, but not the next day -- I was sore. I will leave some secrets here, but our next encounter was interesting and different and clandestinely we laughed about it for years -- together.

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Foot Notes:

(note #1)

Last name change here (also for his previous girlfriend) Hopefully he has changed a bit since this incident. One of my old class mates told me several months after graduation someone beat him up, again to do with a girl. Somehow I do wish there was a better way for him to have learned a lesson than that -- violence being a poor instructor.

(note #2)

My Uncle Chuck was a physically powerful man, but always seemed forever gentle as a lamb (those were dad's words I over heard). I knew he was very heavily into martial arts and heard at one point when he was younger had helped teach it for a while. Apparently he never went into any type of competitions. I don't know why. He did love to run though and I, for all my practicing could barely keep up to him when we were swimming. He was not a big or tall man, but of medium build and ever so strong.

(note #3)

To describe myself at that age; I was of slender build (petite) and large almond eyes, with dark black hair that I wore in an elongated bowl cut (better for swimming). Actually I haven't changed that much. Mom has the gorgeous long dark hair. I have a light complexion whereas mom is deeper, closer, but lighter than a full Polynesian native person.

(note #4)

I had to stop writing at this point due the flood of memories coming down on me -- sorry but I have to be honest here. I can't take it anymore -- will be back in an hour or so.

(note #5)

My hymen had already been broken in gymnastics practice. Mother told me hers was also broken by natural causes. I had no pain associated with the ending of my virginity with Uncle - just sore the day after.

(note #6)

Later he mentioned me saying this, I actually didn't recall using those exact words and felt a little embarrassed, talking like that to my uncle. I do remember my voice breaking -- I did say something -- but the exact words(?). He then pointed out the situation and we both ended up teasing each other and laughing about it. I truly was not in total control at the time.

Uncle did tell me that was the most intense and passionate love he had ever made (my head swelled). He said it was because I was his niece.

(note #7)

I found this very hard to write about - telling everyone I masturbate, then describing it. I hope this doesn't make me look sluttish.. The fact is, I am and was then, in top physical shape and very healthy -- possibly a high natural sex drive is the result.

(note #8)

For the most part these are the exact words I remember him saying to me. If there is an error it is small and does not affect the over all meaning.

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Post Narrative Discussion

Why did I write about this very personal experience and publish? Why in heaven's reason would a twenty- four year old woman want to reveal something like this you ask and why with all the sex? There are several rationales: The first is; this is what actually happened, to remove the sex would be to diminish the impact of the truth; but the overall main reason was a need to pass on this idea to other young women -- that being in love and having sex with an uncle is not bad as society seems to feel. There maybe a benefit from such a relationship to the younger person. To a young woman, losing her virginity matters. It can be a time of great vulnerability and high emotions. Not something I would like seen discussed around the male locker room (particularly about myself as per -- I am sure -- every other woman). This is a matter of timing, at twenty-four, I do not really care if everyone knows I moan when having sex (like I'm any different than anyone else), but at eighteen this can be emotionally harmful and debilitating to a sensitive young girl.
Having lived though being a female adolescent with very healthy body and healthy sex drive. I would like to make a statement about expressing those needs. Society easily accepts a young males sexual urges and seems to encourage them, but still has not come to terms with a young females drive, -- which can be just as intense if not more intense.

Male masturbation is openly discussed, but young female masturbation is to be hidden and not encouraged. For example, consider the popular adage; 90 % of all young males masturbate and 10 percent lie, while 10 % percent of all young girls masturbate and 90 % lie, this is a basic difference in the way that society thinks about young male / female sexuality. Do young girls think about, dream about and talk about sex? They sure do, but not in the way males do; females tend to be more honest about their emotions of love and its attachment with sex than males from the start. This is a generality, so please do not be offended if you are one of the males that has come to terms with the tenderness associated with love/ sex -- there are many of you. No criticism intended here towards males, we are all a product of our environment to a great degree and can only start to modify our thoughts and position after much intellectual energy is applied to the task -- I think this to be true for both sexes not just men.

I do understand that women's sexual liberation is changing -- has been changing for the last 50 years, this maybe is one of the reasons why I can now publish my experience.

Because I did develop a liaison with my uncle, I'm not instructing all young virgins to seek out their next relative and sleep with him. Rather I would suggest, find one who will take the time and show the compassion -- to properly teach love to you with the deepest care. For you it may or may not be an uncle (uncles are good though). For me it was my uncle, but everyone's situation is different. I understand that you are ready for sex and I understand that the days that you delivered yourself to one man (husband?) as a virgin are gone, long ago, before I was born. All I advocate is to allow young women to sexually /emotionally mature as their body requires, not as society dictates, and to do so with someone with the maturity to really care and help. If young men can and are expected to exercise their early sexuality, so should the young women be allowed, but safely.

I'm going to suggest at this point that a safe place to do so is within the family. We learn almost everything else from the family -- why not full sex? Oddly enough after what I have written, I do think that a father/daughter, mother/son relationship is a little to close for direct sex (for those who participate, no criticism intended, it might work for you, this is just my preference). I have always thought that the uncle/ niece, aunt/nephew was a better match. Sister / brother might be good as long as they are of age, since it does have the required component of great love (Please note; I do not promote sex with any under age person in any form -- I am very much against it). Can having such an involved relationship with an uncle/aunt cause problems? Obviously yes, it is an opportunity only for some.

I will not even touch on the point of impregnation with relatives. This is just a plain ignorant idea, in this age of understanding sexual mechanics.

Is incestuous sex being lazy? I don't think so, this has more to do with trust and love than is first apparent. Also it is hard work for both to take the time to develop the pre-sexual relationship needed. Think of your uncles and aunts; did you take time to get to know them, truly, as friends? Until you have walked the proverbial mile, you are only guessing at what it takes, before and after. I do not think my narrative has been successful in developing that point, again it would need much more work and many more pages on my part, but I have tried. I may continue.

A heavy message maybe - hence one of my reasons to publish.

Lastly, my other major reason to release this information was the death of my Uncle in a car accident over two years ago, four years after our (my inaugural) boat trip. To say the least I was devastated and could barely attend the funeral. I did not speak a word to anyone about what had occurred between Uncle Chuck and me, until one year ago, (and then only to one other, see below), hence the depth of feeling between us could not be fully understood by those who knew us. Oddly enough I found some consonance with Joan, who did not accept Chuck's death well and spiraled into a bad depression. I did not tell her what had happened with Uncle and me, I thought that was Uncles decision and responsibility -- he may have, but Joan never changed towards me. In the end I think I helped her much more than she could me, and by doing so I felt better.

Why would his death motivate me to release this information in such a manner? To put it simply, I have always thought it was a beautiful life experience that only two people knew about -- now only one. I did not want all memories and knowledge of it to disappear. It was a part of both of us and something that may benefit others. Possibly no one is interested -- possibly, but then you are reading this -- now.

On Incest

About a year ago I told my mother about what had transpired between, Uncle and myself. It was a golden moment when we where discussing men and sex and she hinted to know how I lost my virginity. Looking down at my tea cup, I told her I gave it to Uncle Chuck. Her eyes widened a bit, but her composure never changed. She looked off for several minutes and then looked back at me, a bit mist eyed and just said, Chuck was a good man, I know he loved you and would never hurt you. Now you keep a part of each other. She was right and we never mentioned it again -- well I was twenty three and what really could she do, be mad about our love and lose me as well -- not likely, not from my mother. She then smiled at me and told me it was her first boyfriend she gave hers to and he was not worth it. This broke the tension and we both laughed, then went for lunch together.

So is incest all that wrong? The dictionary definition for incest is sex between people who can not marry by law or taboo. No words about it being the hugely obscene animal some think, no words that it is not proper. Why then does it carry the hideous reputation? I am guilty of this (incest), but guilt suggests a crime. What crime? Who was hurt? My thoughts are, we should lighten up on the idea a bit, after all it was only love followed by sex. I felt great, Uncle Chuck felt great, seems classic win, win here. Why throw all that way? If anything we should be promoting love and pushing hard to remove violence from our society. Can you image having a made for TV movie about a loving incestuous relationship being broadcast? The myopic righteous would call for heads! At the same time our youngest are watching the latest Die Tough, or Lethal something or another aliens ripping heads off. Something is not altogether right here people!

I decided to post on the bulletin board hoping to network and discuss this with others. I was thinking that besides allowing the explicit sexually description, that I would engage a more open minded audience regarding incest. So far the audience and responses have been interesting. You may hate me and find me opinionated, but even the critics have something useful to say -- even if it is only four letters.

I will accept all ideas and statements and try and consider them from your view. My initial reaction was one of a neophyte to your group and I was worried about offending with my ideas. I did want to post this in the correct Internet area. As you and I know, this work will not be reproduced in Readers Digest.

So lets talk, I have given you much of myself in these words. Post your ideas, thoughts, experiences, criticisms. I would like your feedback on the story in any aspect, include comments on my post discussion. If needed I will request my post discussion to be entered as BB topic.

I have felt my writing skills where not up to the task of retelling you this piece of my life properly, but I have tried to be as accurate as possible. Any suggestions for improvements will be warmly received.

In the end I hope I have stirred your emotions in some way.

Love, Respect and Happiness to All,

Jane T. Rolly