Fascination

October 21, 2008

Fascination
By
Alex Hawk

I opened the door and turned on the light, gesturing inside the room.

“Here you go, Kelly,” I said to my twelve-year-old niece.

“Thanks, Uncle Matt,” she said, a little glumly.

“You holding up ok?” I asked as we both walked into the room. Until yesterday it’d been my home office. Now it was going to be Kelly’s bedroom.

She shrugged. “I guess. It’s still real hard sometimes, you know?”

I nodded. My sister and her husband had both died in a car wreck two weeks ago. I’d flown out to St Louis where she’d lived and after the funeral had been granted at least temporary custody and likely would end up with her permanently. I hadn’t expected to become a father at the age of thirty-five, especially since I’m gay.

“Well, look,” I said. “Why don’t you get settled in here and I’ll make us up something for dinner, ok?”

“Ok.”

I left Kelly in the bedroom and went into the kitchen where I began to cook up some dinner. I figured chicken breasts cooked with a white wine sauce, a small salad and a little bit of sorbet for dessert would be good.

As I cooked I pondered what my life was going to be like henceforth. I had a pretty active social life, which included the occasional orgy here at my apartment. I was by any standard very good looking, so I never had any problem finding guys to have sex with. That, of course, was going to have to end. I could hardly be having orgies when a twelve-year-old girl was living with me.

This raised a whole host of other questions in my mind, too, like how exactly did I raise a young girl? I’d never really taken care of any kids before. Thank god she wasn’t in diapers, but what about other things? Like… tampons and… bras and… boys? How did I deal with all that stuff?

Then I chided myself. It didn’t matter how I dealt with them. I’d find a way. I was the adult. Kelly was the child, and she’d just lost both her parents. She really needed me to step up and do what was required. With that in mind, I finished cooking and called her into the dinning room to eat her first dinner in her new home.

* * *

A month went by. Kelly had arrived in late August and was now at the end of her second week of school. I could tell she was still lonely and feeling bad. I knew she missed her friends and of course her parents. I had no idea what to do to help her.

As predicted, too, my social life was now dead. I hadn’t gone to any of the bars or been laid since Kelly arrived. Sure it was a minor thing compared to helping her adjust to her new life, but it was still there as an issue for me.

Late on Friday night, when I would normally be out sucking some dick instead of being in bed sleeping, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

“Uncle Matt? Can I come in for a moment?”

“Yeah,” I said, blurrily. I made sure the blanket was pulled all the way over myself, since I slept nude.

Kelly walked in. She was wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. I never knew why girls would ever wear those, especially when sleeping, but I’d seen her wearing them before and I understood they were somewhat popular.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Shifting from foot-to-foot, Kelly said, “I had a really bad dream.”

“Oh.” I sat up a little. “Well… uhm… what was it about?”

“The car crash.”

“Oh.”

Kelly had been in the car with her parents when the accident had happened. She’d been asleep in the backseat and neither her Mom or Dad were wearing seatbelts. It’d been very late at night and her father had fallen asleep at the wheel. The car had smashed into a tree at about 70 miles an hour. Both her parents had gone out the window. She’d only had a small scratch and some bruises.

“Can I sleep in here with you?”

“Uh…” I replied, still acutely aware that I was naked.

“Please? I don’t… I don’t want to be alone… ok?”

“Well… I’m not… wearing anything right now,” I said.

“Oh.”

I mentally shrugged. “Give me a second to slap on some underwear at least, ok?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I mean, if you’re more comfortable like that.”

I laughed a little. “I am usually, yes. But I don’t think I’d be comfortable sleeping naked next to my twelve-year-old niece.”

“Well, but you’re gay,” she pointed out.

“True.”

“So does it really matter?”

I knew I should’ve replied that, why, yes, of course it mattered. But I was tired and I REALLY hated sleeping with any clothes on. “Alright. But keep to the other side of the bed, ok?”

“Ok.”

She got into bed next to me, as far away as she could get. It was a king-sized bed so with me at one end and her at the other it actually wasn’t all that bad. It was strange to me to realize that I was going to be sleeping next to someone I wasn’t having sex with, something that hadn’t happened since I was about Kelly’s age. It was also strange to realize that I had a massive erection. But I figured that would go away sometime before I went to sleep and, as it turned out, I was right.
When I woke up the next morning, Kelly had moved closer and one of her arms was rubbing up against my back. I figured that wasn’t any big deal and gently moved aside until I was out of the bed. I quickly pulled on some clothes, wanting to make sure I wasn’t naked when Kelly woke up.

Once dressed, I went out and started to make some breakfast. Just as I finished up, Kelly wandered into the kitchen, yawning.

“Good morning,” I said, putting some eggs, a rasher of bacon and a slice of grilled tomato onto a plate for her.

“Good morning, Uncle Matt. Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night.”

“You’re welcome.” I handed her the food. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, please.”

Once she had her coffee we both sat down and began to eat.

“Uncle Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Well, you’re gay, right?”

“Yes.”

“So how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she repeated.

I sighed. “Well… I just have a tough time with settling down, I guess.”

“Mom always said you’re basically a slut who’s afraid of commitment.”

I laughed. “Well, she was a very smart lady.”

Kelly smiled a little. Then frowned. “I miss her.”

“I know, Kelly. I do, too.” The changing the subject, I smiled wolfishly and said, “So when are YOU going to get a boyfriend?”

Kelly giggled. “I don’t know.” She smiled at me. “I guess I have a tough time settling down.”

“Hey, now. That’s my line.”

Kelly and I both laughed, even though the joke wasn’t very good. After that we finished off our breakfast and Kelly asked if we could go out somewhere. This was encouraging, I thought. So we dressed up and went out on the town.

As we wandered about, I saw any number of boys checking out Kelly (and some checking out me. This was San Francisco, after all). She was pretty attractive, I guessed. For a girl, anyhow. She had long, blondish-brown hair, and a nice face. She was pretty thin, too, and puberty had only just started, so she still had a somewhat boyish body, though her breasts were obviously developing.

I began to wonder how it was going to go for her once she did find a boyfriend. I knew what boys were like. Goodness knows, I’d slept with enough boys when I was a teenager, and even some as an adult. I knew how eternally horny they were. I wondered if Kelly would wind up giving up the goods.

I knew I’d probably have to have a talk with her about this stuff at some point. Her parents had been good and tolerant people in many ways, but knowing my sister, she’d probably never told her daughter anything about things like birth control and the like. Besides, having actually BEEN a horny boy at some point, though one who had an interest skewed towards other boys, I’d be able to give her advice her mother wouldn’t. It was important to me to do the best job I could raising Kelly.

We wound up our day on the town with dinner and a movie, then we went back home. Kelly wanted to watch a movie, and I had work to catch up on, so I retired to my bedroom while she watched a DVD.

Kelly looked at me when I came out to get a drink.

“Uncle Matt?”

“Yo.”

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

I sighed inwardly. “Alright, but I don’t want this to be a habit, ok?” If nothing else, it was going to make it hard for me to masturbate.

“It won’t,” Kelly promised.

“Alright.” I looked at the clock. “I was probably going to go to bed pretty soon, then.”

“Ok. I’ll go get ready.”

I poured myself another drink and went back to the bedroom to save the work I’d been doing. I was a webmaster for a couple porn sites. It wasn’t perhaps the most notable job in the world, but it did pay quite well.

Kelly came inside just as I finished shutting down the computer. She’d showered and was wearing her t-shirt and boxers again.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to my drink.

“Vodka.”

“Can I have a sip?”

I raised my eyebrow. “You’re twelve.”

“So?”

“So you have to be twenty-one to drink.”

“Oh, and you waited that long?”

She had me there. “Alright.” I finished off most of the drink, leaving just a mouthful in the bottom. “Here, you can have the rest.”
Kelly took the glass from me and sniffed it. “It smells… weird.”

“Have you had any alcohol before?”

Shaking her head she said, “No.”

An evil glint in my eye, I said, “Well, make sure you drink it all down in one gulp.”

Kelly raised the glass and knocked it back, swallowing it all down. She licked her lips and said, “Well, that was… oh… haaaaaa…”
I grinned. “Kinda hits you after a bit, eh?”

“Yeah!” she gasped out. Her face was considerably flushed.

I took the glass from her and set it aside. “Let’s get to bed.”

“Ok.”

I turned off the light and got out of my clothes. Once I was nude, I quickly got under the blankets.

“Uncle Matt?” Kelly asked, still standing.

“Yeah?”

“Uhm… I usually sleep naked, too… is it ok if I do tonight?”

“Uh.”

“Please?” She said. “It’s a lot more comfortable, and I’ll keep to my side of the bed, I promise.”

Sighing, I said, “Alright.”

Kelly quickly got out of her clothes and got into bed next to me. “Oh, that’s so much nicer,” she said with a little giggle.

“Glad to hear it.”

“So how many guys have slept where I’m sleeping?” she asked in a light tone.

I laughed. “Most of them sleep a lot closer to me, but it’s been a few.”

“Ten?”

I laughed again. “More than ten.”

“How many?” she persisted.

Thinking, I said, “Well. I’ve had sex with about fifty guys, I guess.”

“Wow… fifty? Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow… I haven’t had any sex yet.”

“Well, someday you’ll find a boy you like and you’ll get some.”

“Yeah.”

This seemed to be a good opening for the conversation I’d planned earlier, though I hadn’t pictured us both being naked in bed.

“Kelly?”

“Yes?”

“What do you know about sex, anyhow?”

“Well… I know how it’s done.”

“And how is that?”

“The boy gets on top of the girl and puts his penis in her vagina,” was the prompt reply.

I was taken aback both by the speed of the answer and the answer itself. “Well… yeah. Not always on top, but yes.”

“Not always on top?”

“Well, sometimes the girl gets on top.”

“Really? How?”

Reaching down under the blanket, I adjusted my rapidly stiffening penis. “Well… have you ever seen a boy naked?”

“Not in real life,” she admitted. “I’ve seen pictures.”

“Was the boy’s penis hard or soft in the pictures?”

“I’ve seen it both ways.”

“Ok, well, you know it has to be hard to go inside the girl’s vagina, right?”

“Yeah.”

Licking my lips, I said, “Ok. Well, when a boy is hard like that and laying on his back, his penis is sticking basically straight up. So a girl can straddle his waist and lower herself down onto it.”

“Oh! Ok.” I could hear her thinking. “Ok, that makes sense.”

“Then there’s other ways, too. Like doggie-style, which is where the girl gets down on all fours and boy enters her from behind. Then there’s standing up and side-by-side and a whole bunch of different ways.”

“Oh, ok. Which way is the best?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, honestly. I haven’t ever had sex with a girl. But when it comes to guys, I prefer to be on top. Everyone has their own favorite.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know about condoms and such?”

“I know what they are, yeah,” Kelly said with a giggle.

“Have you ever seen one?”

“No.”

An idea struck. I reached over and opened my nightstand drawer. “I’m turning on the light here.”

“Ok.”

I turned on the bedside lamp and showed her the foil square I’d pulled out of the nightstand. “This is a condom.”

She took it from my hand and frowned. “This?”

“Well, it’s inside there.”

“Oh.” Kelly sat up a little, the blanket fall down some and exposing her developing breasts. They weren’t much more than small bulges on her chest, but they looked… interesting.

“You can open it if you want.”

Kelly tore open the packet and took out the condom. “This thing is a condom?”

“Yeah. The boy rolls it on.”

“How?”

“Like this. Hand it to me.”

She passed me the condom. I stuck out my first two fingers and slowly rolled the condom down until it was covering them.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s how it goes onto a boy?”

“Well, not on his fingers, obviously.”

Kelly laughed. “Yeah. It goes on his penis, right?”

“Right.” I rolled the condom off and handed to her.

“How?”

“Just like I did with my fingers.”

“But a boy’s penis is different, though, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“So how does it fit onto a boy’s penis?” she persisted

Later on, I wondered to myself why I did what I did next. I figured it might’ve been the booze. It was a good excuse, after all. I wasn’t at all drunk, but I was a little buzzed. I’ve always been something of a lightweight.

“Well… I can show you by putting one onto my penis, but you can’t tell anyone, ok?”

“You’ll put one on?” she asked, amazed.

“If you want.”

“Ok.”

Sighing a little, and very unable to believe I was actually about to do this, I took another condom out of the nightstand. “Toss that one in trash can over there, ok?”

“Sure.” Kelly threw the condom in her hand towards the trash. It landed neatly inside.

“Ok, now… here goes.” I pulled the blanket down and exposed my erect penis to my preteen niece.

“Wow!” she said, her eyes getting big. “It’s… big!”

I laughed. “It’s not THAT big. It’s actually a little under the average size, but not by much.”

“Wow.”

I tore open the foil and placed the condom onto the tip of my penis. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, so that Kelly could see, I unrolled the condom until the entire shaft of my penis was covered in a tight latex sleeve. “And that’s that,” I said, letting go.

“Cool.” She reached out a hand tentatively. “Can I… touch it?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, you can’t touch my penis.”

“I wouldn’t be. I’d be touching the condom,” Kelly pointed out.

I shook my head, but didn’t make any real effort to cover up. “No, I’m sorry, you can’t.”

Smiling sweetly, Kelly said, “Oh, really?”

“Well, yes.”

Quickly, Kelly reached out and wrapped her hand around my condom-covered penis. “Too late,” she purred.

I rolled my eyes, but didn’t make any move to pull away. “Ok, now you’re touching it.”

“It’s warm.”

“Well, of course it is.”

Kelly moved my penis around with her hand a little, the blanket falling down to her waist, her small breasts now completely exposed. I found myself looking at them. I’d never really seen any in real life before and I found them endlessly fascinating.

“Well,” I said after a minute, very aware of how good my niece’s hand on my penis was feeling. “Now you’ve seen a penis and touched one.”

“Touched a condom,” she pointed out.

“Well, yes. Now let go, and let’s get some sleep, ok?”

“Do we have to?”

“Yes,” I said, firmly. Now I did pull away from Kelly and unrolled the condom from my penis.

“Well… ok.” Kelly took the condom away from me and tossed it into the trash. Getting back under the blankets she said, “Good night, Uncle Matt.”

“Good night.” I turned off the light and, eventually, after tossing and turning and really hoping my penis would soften, I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

The next day I woke up alone. Kelly was already in the living room. I could hear the TV going. Breathing a faint sigh of relief, and massively hard once more, I quickly gave myself an orgasm, then got out, took a shower, dressed and went into the living room.

“Hey, Uncle Matt,” Kelly said from the couch as I walked in.

“Hey, ragamuffin.”

I made myself a light breakfast and joined her on the couch where she was watching a South Park DVD.

“Did you sleep good?” I asked.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me sleep with you again.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks for telling me all that stuff last night, too.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome. If you have any other questions, just ask me.”

“I will.”

We spent most of the rest of the day kicking around the apartment. It was raining pretty hard outside, and neither of us had any real urge to go out and get wet. I dropped a couple hints to Kelly that should could ask me more questions if she wanted. She didn’t. I had a terrible feeling there wouldn’t be any asked until late tonight.

On the other hand, I did get caught up on my work, finally. I had tons of pictures to post, emails to process and movies to make ready for posting during the rest of the week. I remembered back when I first started doing this for a living, I was horny all the time. After a bit I got used to it, though I still liked it.

After I was done, I felt like celebrating a little, so I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of vodka. I polished that off and then poured another one.

“Is that that stuff we drank last night?” Kelly asked from the couch. From what I could tell she hadn’t moved at all during the day.

“Yep.”

“Can I have some?” she asked, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I never said that.”

Shrugging, I poured her a half-serving. “Here. That’s all, though, ok?”

“Sure.” She drank it down in two quick gulps and then stood there gasping for a few seconds. “God… how can you stand it?”

I laughed. “So you don’t like it?”

Kelly looked thoughtful. “I don’t know. I don’t like drinking it, but it does kind of make me feel good.”

Laughing again, I said, “Welcome to the world, kid.” I looked at the clock. “I got a meeting tomorrow morning, so I gotta get ready for bed.”

“Oh, ok. Uncle Matt?”

I knew what was coming. “Yes?”

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

Sighing, I said, “Yes.”

“Thank you!” She came up and hugged me tight.

“Sure,” I said with a smile, wondering if this was really a smart idea, and knowing it probably wasn’t. With that knowledge, I hopped into the shower. Once clean, I put on a bathrobe and went into the bedroom. Kelly was already in bed, reading a book.

“Hey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey. Go ahead and put the book aside so I can turn out the light.”

“Alright.” She put the book on the nightstand next to her.

I turned out the light and shrugged out of the robe. Once I was nude, I got into bed next to my naked preteen niece.

No sooner was I comfortable, than I heard Kelly say, “Uncle Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you some more questions?”

“Ok.”

“What’s it like to have sex?”

I thought for a moment. “That’s a real good question.”

“Thanks!” I could feel her glowing.

“You’re welcome.” I thought for a little longer. “Well… it feels better than anything, especially if it’s with someone you love. They make you feel good, and you make them feel good, and knowing how good you’re making them feel will make you feel even better. If that makes sense.”

“Kind of,” she said with a giggle. “What do I need to do to make a boy feel good?”

“Well, if he’s fucking you, he’ll feel good no matter what. Otherwise, though… well, when you were holding my penis last night-”

“You mean the condom,” Kelly interrupted.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, when you were holding the condom that my penis was in, that felt good for me. You can also rub the boy’s penis against your vagina, or give him a blowjob. Plus just general hugging and kissing feels nice when you’re naked.”

“Oh, ok,” she said in a thoughtful tone. “A blowjob is where you put the boy’s penis in your mouth, right?”

“Right. Basically you lick it like a popsicle.”

“What’s it taste like?”

I shrugged. “Like skin. Nothing special.”

“Oh.”

“It feels REALLY good for the boy, however.”

“Oh, ok. Well, that’s good, then.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I yawned a little. “Did you have any other questions?

“Yes. Can I see you with a condom on again?”

I knew this had been on the way. “Look that would be a bad idea, ok? I’m your uncle, and you’re twelve.”

“So?”

“So it’d be bad.”

“Yeah, but since we’ve already done it, so what?”

Grimacing, I said, “I wish you wouldn’t have thought about that.”

“So? Your penis is hard again, right?”

“Well, yes. How did you know?”

“I didn’t. I guessed, though. So put on a condom again.”

“You won’t let me sleep until I do, will you?”

“Nope!” she said, cheerfully.

With resignation, I turned on the light and pulled the blankets down to expose my nude body. I pulled out a condom from the nightstand, opened the packet and rolled it down onto my erect penis.

“Ta-da!”

Kelly reached out and put her hand around my penis without any hesitation. “So it felt good when I was holding it like this last night?”

“Yeah. Move your hand up and down a little, though.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah.”

“And this feels good?”

“Oh, yes…”

It did, too. My preteen niece was actually doing a good job of masturbating me. It wasn’t the best, but it was good. I knew one way to make it better, though.

“Here,” I said. “If you’re going to do that, let’s do it right.”

“Ok.”

I unrolled the condom and threw it aside. Then I took out a small bottle from the nightstand drawer.

“Put your hand out.”

“Ok.”

I squirted some lube into my niece’s hand. “Now rub that all over my penis.”

“Alright.”

Kelly began to rub the lube all over my penis, from the tip to the base, and was soon stroking it like a champ.

“Oh, yeah…” I whispered. “Oh, that’s nice…”

“Thanks!”

I closed my eyes as Kelly masturbated me. In the back of my head, I knew this was really, really wrong. I mean, she was twelve and my niece, as I’d pointed out to her earlier. But it felt really good, and I was more than a little buzzed, so I could at least subconsciously blame it on the booze. Mostly, though, I only cared about how good it felt. Well, and the fact that I hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.

“How long do I keep doing this?” Kelly asked.

“Not too much longer,” I mumbled.

“Ok.”

As it happened, it was about three minutes before I began to gasp and squirm under Kelly’s hand. Then, with a suddenness that caught even me by surprise, my orgasm hit with several hard spurts of sperm shooting out of my penis and spattering onto my chest and stomach.

When I reopened my eyes, with a lazy grin on my face, I saw Kelly looking down at me with an expression of surprise and alarm on her face.

“What. The. Hell.”

I laughed. “Sorry. I should’ve warned you. That was an orgasm.”

“Oh.” Kelly blinked. “Ok. I’ve heard of those.”

“Yeah. That white stuff is my sperm.”

“Oh, alright.”

Sitting up, I smiled. “You made me feel very good.”

Kelly grinned. “Thanks, Uncle Matt.”

I pulled her close and hugged her tight, feeling her small breasts against my chest. I couldn’t believe I’d let a twelve-year-old girl masturbate me. I wouldn’t even let a boy that young do it. But she’d done a good job.

“Yuck,” Kelly said when we pulled apart. “Your sperm got on me!”

“Oh, sorry.” I walked into the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She wiped my sperm from her breasts and stomach. “You got a real cute butt, Uncle Matt,” she said with a giggle.

“That’s what all the boys tell me,” I replied evenly, taking the towel and wiping myself off.

“Oh, ok.”

We snuggled back under the blankets, still each on our separate sides of the bed, and drifted off to sleep.

* * *

By the time I woke up the next morning, Kelly had already gotten up, dressed, and headed out to school. Well, at least I hope she got dressed.
As I showered, got myself dressed and ate breakfast, I thought real hard about everything we’d done last night. No question about it; it had been as wrong as hell. I certainly needed to make sure nothing like that happened again. When she asked to sleep with me tonight, which she probably would, I’d have to say no. Certainly I couldn’t drink or let her drink.

Obviously what I needed to do was to get laid. That’d take the edge off.

With that in mind I went to the meeting I needed to go to. It was boring. Working porn, I had learned, was often pretty boring, especially if you weren’t actually IN it. All I did was handle pics and vids.

Once the meeting was over, I stopped by the apartment long enough to change and then headed to the PT Bar (PT in this case standing for Pink Triangle), which wasn’t too far from my place, though to be fair, if you wanted to find a gay bar in SF, all you had to do was throw a rock.

I ordered a nice whiskey and found a reasonably nice place to sit. This wasn’t the best bar, but it was pretty nice. Little empty, though, given that it was Monday afternoon. Frankly, as soon as I sat down, I was pretty much aware that I wasn’t going to find anyone to fuck. Oh, well. I’d go home and masturbate, and that’d take the edge off nicely. That in mind, I grabbed my things, went home, and took care of business.

Twice.

Kelly came home not long after I was done. We spent the rest of the evening watching TV and playing video games. Just relaxing at home. I made sure to keep all the booze in the cabinet where it belonged.

As we began to wind down for the evening, Kelly said, “Can I sleep with you again tonight?”

I sighed. “I don’t think that’d be a good idea.”

“Please? I don’t like sleeping alone now.”

“You haven’t slept alone for the last few nights.”

“Yeah, but even before I had that dream, I felt really… .anxious… at night. But when I sleep next to you, I feel ok.”

Kelly had such a pleading look in her eyes. Sighing again, I said, “Alright, fine.”

“Cool.” She hugged me. “Thanks, Uncle Mike!”

Feeling my penis stiffen again, I pushed her away politely. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you in the bedroom.”

About thirty minutes later we were both naked in my bed once more. I wondered to myself how I’d ended up in this position after resolving that I wouldn’t. I knew I had no willpower, but still.

Before I even turned out the lights, Kelly said, “Can I play with your penis again?”

I knew I couldn’t resist at this point. Hell, I didn’t even really want to try. Kelly had given me a good hand job last night, and, well, frankly from a legal angle the damage was already done. Plus it’s not like I was asking her to do it.

Pulling the blanket down, I took out the lube bottle, handed it to her, and said, “Sure.”

After lubing her hand up, Kelly wrapped her hand around my penis and started to stroke it. I simply relaxed and enjoyed the pleasure, determined to at least try and cum as fast as possible.

Sitting up a little Kelly said, “You said the other night that a girl can get on top of a boy?”

“Yes…?”

Kelly got out from under the blanket and straddled my thighs. My eyes went between her legs right away. I’d never seen a vagina in person before, and now I was. It looked weird. I kept thinking there should be a penis there.

“So if you were a boy and I was going to try and put it in me, how would I do it?”

“You’re not going to be putting it in you,” I said firmly.

“No, but if I wanted to how would I?”

“Well… you would hold yourself above it, point it up and lower your vagina onto it.”

“Like this?”

Kelly moved swiftly, lifting her body up and positioning herself above my penis. She held it up, and lowered herself down. For a moment I thought we might end up penetrating, especially given how lubed up my penis was, but she stopped with the tip rubbing against her vagina. It felt like nothing I’d experienced before. Very wet, and very alluring.

“Yeah, like that.” I took a deep breath. “Except you’d be sliding down onto it.”

“Right. Ok.” She rubbed the tip of my penis against her vagina some more. “And this was one of the other things you were talking about, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Does it feel good?” she asked anxiously.

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, it does.”

“Uncle Matt?” Kelly asked in an odd tone of voice. I felt the tip of my penis begin to slide into her.

“No.” I put my hands on her hips to keep her from going down farther.

“What?”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“You were going to ask if you could put it in you.”

Pouting a little, Kelly said, “I just wanted to see what it feels like.”

“No.”

“Well, ok. Can I keep rubbing you on me, though? It feels good.”

After thinking for a moment, I said, “Here, let’s try this.” I took my penis from her and laid it out flat. “Now rub your vagina back and forth along the shaft.”

“Like this?” she asked moving.

“Yeah… that feels good for us both, see?”

“Yeah… oh, yeah…”

Keeping my hands on Kelly’s hips, I laid back and let her keep moving. It did feel really good. Very wet against the shaft of my penis. I was beginning to look forward to the idea of doing this again.

“Oh…” Kelly whispered after a bit. “This really feels nice… much nicer than when I just rub myself…”

“Yeah,” I whispered in agreement. It did really feel nice.

Kelly kept grinding herself against me, and then suddenly let out a little whimper as her whole body shook. I’d never seen anything female having an orgasm before, but I knew the symptoms. The fact that a little girl was cumming on top of me was enough to trigger my orgasm, too, and for a couple minutes she and I lost ourselves in the pleasurable release.

Kelly laid on top of me for a few moments, both of us trying to get our breath back. It had been a pretty intense experience. I still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on with me. I’d nearly wound up fucking her.

“That was really fun,” Kelly whispered after a few moments.

“Yes, it was,” I admitted. “Now I need to get cleaned off, ok?”

“Oh, ok.” She looked down to where both of our bodies were covered with my sperm. “I should get clean, too.”

We got up and cleaned off, then got back into bed. I was pretty tired and overwhelmed with what had happened tonight and fell to sleep almost instantly.

* * *

“So what did you need to talk about?” asked Jack, my best friend.

I sighed into the phone. I’d called him today while I was wandering around. I needed to talk with someone. “Well… I met someone.”

“Oh, really? Thinking you’re in love again?”

I laughed bitterly. “No, not really. It’s entirely sexual.”

“Ok. Who is he?”

“She.”

There was silence for a moment. “Ok. Walking on the other side, eh?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Ok. Who is she?”

Sighing again, I said, “You can’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Alright.”

“My twelve-year-old niece.”

“Well… this conversation isn’t at all what I’d expected.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s been happening?”

I described, in vivid detail, everything that had occurred so far. I’d known Jack forever and trusted him completely. Even still, I knew that I was really putting my neck in the noose.

“You know she’s in a really vulnerable state right now. Emotionally, that is.”

“I know,” I said. “She lost her parents, after all.”

“That’s almost certainly the entire reason she’s doing this with you.”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s your excuse?”

I sighed again. “I don’t know. I just find her… fascinating. Part of it, I think, is that she looks almost like a boy. A very pretty boy. The kind I used to like when I was fifteen.”

Jack snorted. “The kind you still like now.”

“Well, yes.”

“Well, listen, Matt. This is your life and your choice. Just be careful not to get her pregnant.”

“No worry. We haven’t fucked,” I assured him.

“Yeah? Does that mean you aren’t going to?”

I said, “Well… I’m going to do my best to resist.”

“Right. Let me know how it goes. I gotta get back to work.”

“Ok. Take care.”

“Be safe, man.” He hung up.

* * *

That afternoon before I went home, I made a little stop at a shop I patronized from time-to-time. I’d had an idea about how to make Kelly very happy without actually fucking her. By the time I got home I was quite looking forward to my little scheme.

We went through the motions of the evening. We watched a couple movies, ate some dinner and talked for a while. Both of us were killing time until we got to bed, but neither of us would admit it.

A little while before bed time, I said, “Ok, I’m going to get a shower and then I think it’s time to sleep.”

“Alright,” Kelly said. “Can I… can I shower with you?”

I blinked in slight surprise. I hadn’t even thought about taking a shower with her. I shrugged. “Sure, if you want to.”

“Ok.”
We went to the bathroom and undressed. I got the water going and we got inside. After wetting myself down, I began soaping up, eyeing Kelly’s naked body as she got under the water. She really did look somewhat like a pretty boy, until you looked between her legs and saw a small slit rather than a young penis.

Thinking about that got me nice and hard, which Kelly noticed when she looked down at me. She giggled.

“You like what you see?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Well, of course,” I replied. “You really look very beautiful.”

Kelly blushed. “Thanks, Uncle Matt.”

“You’re welcome.”

We traded places and I began rinsing off as Kelly started soaping up. At one point while my eyes were closed I felt her hand wrap around my penis. I opened them and smiled at her.

“You don’t mind if I play with it a little, do you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine.”

She continued to masturbate me as I rinsed off. Once I was clean we switched places again. As she stood there with the water cascading down her nude body, I decided turnabout was fair play. I reached between her legs and placed a couple fingers on her small, hairless slit.

“Oh… that feels nice,” she whispered as I moved my fingers back and forth.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah…”

One of my fingers found a spot that seemed very wet and warm. I pressed my fingertip against it, feeling it slowly slide up into Kelly’s preteen vagina.

“Oh, god…” she whispered.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah… oh, that’s good…”

I carefully worked a second finger into my niece’s vagina, noting how tight it was inside there. I thought it would probably feel spectacular around my penis. Too bad I couldn’t ever let it get this far, but at least what we were doing right now was good for her.

“Oh… oh, god…” she whispered as I kept moving my fingers inside her. “Oh… I… oh… oh…. oooooh…” Her whole body shook and trembled and I felt her vagina clasping at my fingers, rippling along them as what was obviously an orgasm swept through her.

I withdrew my fingers from inside Kelly’s vagina as she stood there in the shower trying to get her breath back. She smiled weakly at me.

“Wow…”

“You liked that, huh?”

“Oh, yes… that was incredible!”

I grinned. “Glad you liked it.”

She looked down at my throbbing penis. “But what about you, Uncle Matt? You didn’t cum yet.”

I shrugged. “Men can do it less often than girls. I’m not in a hurry to do it right now.”

“Oh, ok.”

We finished up in the shower and then headed to the bedroom, where my surprise was waiting, though it was currently hidden inside the nightstand drawer. Kelly began to pull the blanket back so we could get inside.

“Wait,” I said.

“What?”

“Just lay on the top of the blanket, ok?”

“Ok.” She did so.

“Now spread your legs.”

She got a nervous/anticipatory look on her face. “Are… we gonna do it?”

I shook my head. “Not quite, but we are going to have some fun.”

“Ok.”

I got down between Kelly’s legs. Lowering my face down, I stuck out my tongue and ran it along her hairless slit. This elicited a nice little sound from her, so I kept doing it, even slipping my tongue inside her vagina a couple times. It wasn’t a bad taste, really. Not as nice as sucking some guy’s penis, but it would do.

“Oh, god, that’s incredible…” Kelly gasped.

“Glad you like it,” I said, then went back to work.

I continued to oralize Kelly for probably about five minutes, then I sat up. I kissed each of Kelly’s nipples, then turned out the light, plunging the room into darkness.

“Why did you do that?” Kelly asked.

“You’ll see… well, you won’t, but you get the idea.”

“Ok,” she said with a giggle.

I quietly opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out my special surprise. It wasn’t much, really. Just a dildo. A simple, five-inch long dildo. About like the penis of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy. It was about to find a nice home. I took some of my lube and squirted it onto the dildo, getting it good and slick.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll find out,” I said in a soothing voice.

“Ok,” my niece said, trusting me completely.

I positioned my naked body over hers. I began kissing and licking her nipples and after a few moments began rubbing the tip of the dildo against her vagina. I didn’t stick it in her, just rubbed it against her slit.

“That feels good,” she whispered.

“Good,” I said, kissing her tenderly on the cheek.

I moved myself around, trying to get a better position. I wanted Kelly to think it was my penis rubbing against her vagina and not just a dildo. I figured this would probably be pretty easy, cause she knew what a penis was now, but probably had no idea what a dildo was.

Figuring the combination of the lube I’d put onto the dildo and her own vaginal wetness was probably enough to make insertion easy, I lined up the dildo with Kelly’s vagina and began to slowly slide the tip into her.

“Oh!” Kelly gasped. “What…”

“Shhh… just relax, ok?”

“Ok.”

I worked the dildo back and forth, easing it gently into Kelly’s vagina. Once it was all the way inside, I leaned down and kissed her lips gently.

“How does that feel?”

“Oh… oh, god, it feels nice… is that your… are you…”

“No,” I moved the dildo back and forth slowly, fucking her gently with it. “It’s a fake penis called a dildo. It’s a little smaller than mine.”

“Oh… I like it…”

I sat back on my knees to get a better angle and kept fucking my niece with the dildo with one hand while my other hand reached down to rub her clitoris. I’d never done anything like this with a girl before, of course, but I knew how to research things and I’d read some stories on the internet by some guy named Jason Crow. He seemed to think girls liked these kinds of stimulation. From the way Kelly was quivering under me, I figured he was probably right.

“Oh, god,” Kelly whispered. “Oh, please… don’t stop… oh, it feels sooooo good…”

I kept fucking her with the dildo, moving it ever faster, trying to make it feel as good for Kelly as I could. After a few minutes, and just as my arm was starting to get tired, Kelly began moving and twitching, then sat almost straight up, shaking as her orgasm washed over her adolescent body.

Once Kelly was done cumming, I slid the dildo out of her twelve-year-old vagina, wiped it on a towel near my bed and set it on the nightstand. Then I turned the light back on, blinked a little, laid down next to Kelly and kissed her gently.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh, god, yes, Uncle Matt. That was sooooo good!” She hugged me enthusiastically.

I laughed and hugged her back. “I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

“Me, too.”

I rolled over onto my back and Kelly got on top of me, still hugging me and rubbing her very wet, hairless, preteen vagina slowly against the tip of my erect penis. It felt very, very good!

Then Kelly sat up, straddling me, with my penis sticking up between her legs. She reached over and picked up the lube bottle. After squirting some onto her hands she began to rub it all over my erection.

“I’m gonna try to put it in me, ok?” she asked, looking down at me.

Of course I knew the only correct answer here was to say no. There was no way I could let her do this. What we’d done already was wrong and illegal. For me to actually fuck her would be REALLY bad.

But instead of no, I found myself saying, “Ok, just stop if it hurts.”

Kelly raised herself up and rubbed the tip of my penis against her vagina. She took a deep breath and then began to lower herself down.

For my part I was very happy we’d turned on the light. I was able to watch every bit of the action as my niece lowered her twelve-year-old virgin vagina down onto my extremely hard thirty-five-year-old virgin penis. Once I was half-way inside, she had to pause and get used to me. Then she readjusted a little and slid down some more, and I was all the way inside her. I was fucking my first girl, and she was twelve.

“Does it feel ok?” I managed to ask, wondering what I’d do if she said it wasn’t.

“Oh… it’s nice…” Kelly whispered. Soon she began moving, raising and lowering her naked young body on top of mine. It felt like nothing I’d experienced before. I’d had plenty of sex and fucked plenty of guys, many of whom were tighter than this young girl on top of me, but this was in a class by itself.

I leaned up and kissed each of Kelly’s nipples and then reached down between our legs to rub her clitoris as we fucked. I loved looking up at her face and seeing a look of total pleasure and happiness as we made love for the first time. It was good she was enjoying it as much as I was.

I tried my best to hold off my orgasm until after Kelly had had hers, but it was a futile effort. After about five minutes of intercourse I grunted, moaned and pushed my penis as deep into her adolescent vagina as it could go, my sperm blasting out of me and up inside her. It wasn’t the best orgasm of my life, but it was pretty damn good. Kelly did manage to climax not long after I did, and then she got off me and we laid next to each other on my bed, completely exhausted, but in a good way. Eventually we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

Kelly and I fucked almost constantly the next few days. It was a really fascinating time of my life and I enjoyed every bit of it.

It was also educational. One of the things I learned, much to my surprise, was that it was possible for girls to get pregnant before they started their periods. In retrospect, this made sense. In reality it was still something of a surprise for me when, just a week before her thirteenth birthday, we found out Kelly was going to have our baby.

Now her, myself and our son, Connor, all live together in my apartment. For now we tell people the father was a boy she met at a party (what the hell, it was an explanation Jason Crow used endlessly in his stories, so why not?). Once the statute of limitations is up, we’ll at least be telling Connor who his father really is.

Looking back at it, I should never have had sex with Kelly. She was too young and too vulnerable, and, if nothing else, as soon as she looked more like a girl than a pretty young boy, I stopped fucking her, which proved where my real interest laid. I’m happy we have Connor, since I’d figured I’d never had a child, but I still wish we hadn’t done what we did.

Oh, well. Water under the bridge, and all things considered, it could’ve turned out a hell of a lot worse than it did.

END

Copyright 2007 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.
So there you go. The more-or-less heterosexual answer to “My Ganymede”. I hope you all liked it!
On another note, I really need to find a better last sentence than the one I used at the end of this story. I’ve used it too much. Oh, well, at least it’s better than, “but that’s a story for another time!”

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