Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2015 12:14:49 -0700
From: Lee Higggins <strokerbear55@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Chris and Daddy Lee

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   UNCLE CHRIS AND DADDY LEE, Chapter 1


   UNCLE CHRIS AND DADDY LEE, Chapter 1

   ****WARNING****


   (ff,Mf,yng,cons)

   I don't know who the original author of this story was, but the original
title was: "LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON"

   This story contains sex between an adult male and MINOR females.  It is
a consentual, Mf,ff,con, story, that has been converted from an originally
homosexual story previously posted on the internet, by another author.

   This story contains scenes of men having sex with minor girls.  If
that's not your cup of tea, don't read it.  You have been warned.  If this
type of material offends you, exit now, and do not continue.  If you are
under the age of eighteen, or are under the legal age in your city, state,
or country to read adult stories, exit now and do not continue.

   The following story is fiction, All characters portrayed in this story
are non-existent.  Any resemblance to real people, dead, alive, or yet to
be born, is truly coincidental.

















   UNCLE CHRIS AND DADDY LEE,

   Chapter 1





   Chelsea H stretched back into her chair, basking in the morning sun
as it streamed through the bay window into her bedroom.  She yawned
sleepily, almost dozing in the sun, then she stretched out lazily.

   The sun glistened in her dark brown hair, reflecting off and
intensifying the reddish highlights.  She turned back to look at her friend
Arden who lounged comfortably on the bed.  She liked Arden.  The two
eleven year old girls had been best friends beginning from about two weeks
after she and her father had moved into the big old house at the end of the
street.  That had been nearly six years ago, right after her mother Terri
A crack whore had
left for good.  Chelsea had long forgotten why her mother had left and the
events that led up to her departure had been pushed into the innermost
recesses of her mind.



   Chelsea leaned forward and looked at the intricate plastic model doll
house that she'd been playing with while her friend had been gone.  She and
Arden still enjoyed playing with dolls, and they would often spend all
of their weekly allowance buying the latest outfits, dresses and bikinis,
for their favorite figures.

   She'd been lonely for the two weeks while Arden was away visiting her
uncle in the country.  Playing with the dolls and arranging the many
different clothing ensembles had helped to pass the long days she spent by
herself.  But now Arden was back and they still had about three weeks of
summer vacation left before school started.  Already the two girls were
bored.  It was almost too hot to go outside.





   "You got some new outfits, Chelsea," Arden said, looking at the new
clothes on the dolls.  "These are the nicest ones I've seen." Chelsea looked
up at her friend and away from the dolls.  She had been playing with a new
doll, arranging the new tiny bikini over the teenage doll.

   "I'm gonna get one like this when I'm older.  These don't cover much of
her body at all!" Her voice was slightly higher pitched than Arden's,
and even though they were the same age, she looked up to Arden.  Both
girls were still prepubescent.  They were still filled with the daydreams
of youth, the unfilled longings for the things of which their fantasies
were made of.  They still played with dolls, but now they began to
fantasize about sex, and boys, and what other girls were doing.

   "You know Madison down the street?  Her mom bought her a bikini and she
wears it in her backyard pool, and it's so tight on her butt it sinks right
into her crack!" It didn't seem that Chelsea had Arden's attention.

   Any mention of sex and she was usually all ears.  "You wanna set up some
of my new outfits for Barbie?" Chelsea asked, changing the subject.

   "Nah, maybe later." Arden put down the figure she had been holding
and glanced absent-mindedly out the window.

   Chelsea looked at her friend and asked, "So what did you and your uncle do
while you were away?" Arden looked up suddenly from contemplating her
shoes.

   "Huh?" she said in surprise.  "Oh", she shrugged, "Not a lot.  Mostly he
worked around the farm during the day.  He got up pretty early, so he could
work before it got too hot.  I helped him a bit, he let me drive the
tractor a couple of times too.  Most afternoons he took me swimming in the
creek."

   "Nice!  It was pretty boring around here without you," Chelsea said.  The
girl stared blankly out the window as she scratched her bare leg.  Both
girls were wearing cut-off jeans, with thin cotton T-shirts tucked in their
waists.  On some days either of them could have passed for nine or ten,
when their hair was still tied in ponytails or sometimes pigtails.
Recently Chelsea had been thinking a lot about her body, and the feelings she
was getting.  She and Arden were the closest of friends, sharing
everything, including secrets about their young bodies, but in an innocent,
naive kind of way.  Their occasional touches and caresses were more
friendly than sexual, however, recently their touching "games" had occupied
more and more of their time.  But the girls did not think there was
anything wrong with their curiosity about themselves.

   The two girls were alone until Chelsea's father came home from work in the
evening.  The house maid had already left for the day.  The big old house
was filled with a quiet coolness and the lemony smell of furniture polish
drifting in the air.  "So, you wanna watch TV or something?" Chelsea asked
her friend.

   Arden shrugged, "Nothing much on yet.  Just the soaps and stuff.  You
got any new videos?"

   "I tried to get my dad to buy me one on the weekend, but he couldn't
find one he liked.  I wanted Aladdin, but he didn't want that," Chelsea said.
"So what do you wanna do?" Arden shrugged and sighed quietly as she
looked away into the distant corner of the room.

   That bothered Chelsea.  Normally Arden had all the ideas when they were
bored.  But today her friend was inattentive, almost paying no attention to
her.  She'd never seen Arden like this before.  She'd always been kind
of quiet, but this was different.  It was like something was eating at her
friend.  Chelsea tried the direct approach.  "So what's the problem,
Arden?" she asked as she flipped at the curtains in frustration and
increasing boredom.

   "Nothing!" the other girl replied curtly.  There was a resentful note in
her voice as if Chelsea's curiosity had somehow invaded her privacy.

   Chelsea looked at Arden, "Nothing?  Okay, have it your way," she said.
The other girl smiled weakly, almost grateful that Chelsea had backed off.

   "You wanna see how much our titties have grown, again?" Chelsea asked
quietly, hopefully.  Almost once a month the two girls have been checking
the growth of the mounds on their chests, watching for the spurt of growth
that they were sure would start soon, heralding their entry into the world
of womanhood.

   At that Arden looked back at Chelsea, "Huh?"

   "You've been gone for two weeks and we haven't seen each other, so maybe
our tits might have grown a little?" she asked.

   Arden smiled and swallowed as she looked at Chelsea seriously,
"Here,... now,...?"

   "No dummy!  Out in the back yard when my dad comes home with our tops
off.  What do you think?" Arden giggled as the image crossed her mind.
"Why not?  We used to sun bathe with just our bottoms on.  Remember?" she
smiled.

   "Yeah, but then we didn't have the little bumps we have now.  At least
mine are still just bumps, I think.  What about yours..  they started
growing any more yet?" Chelsea asked again persistently.  Arden looked
down at her chest, her nipples barely poking out the loose material of her
T-shirt.

   "I don't think so.  OK, Let's see," she replied, twisting onto one side
of the bed to make space for her friend as Chelsea padded across the room in
her bare feet.  She flopped down on the bed, sitting barely inches away
from the other girl.  Already she could feel the now familiar surge inside
her as her pent-up desire began to surface.  Recently their "girltalk" and
mutual explorations were becoming something more to Chelsea, as she was more
aware of Arden's body than she'd ever been in the past.  She could feel
the warmth and growing sensation between her legs.  She was becoming
aroused the way she always did whenever her attention was directed to the
secret places of her body, or those of her friend.  "You wanna take off all
our clothes this time?" Chelsea asked tentatively, as she started to undo the
metal clasp of her shorts.

   "Uh, no I don't think so.  Your Dad might come back," Arden answered
modestly, avoiding her friend's eyes.  Chelsea wondered why her friend was
being so cautious this time, making herself look over eager.  She
remembered the last time they were together before Arden left to visit
her uncle.  Then they had stripped down to just their panties, and after
comparing each other's little tit-mounds with their fingers, they had
ending up tickling each other all over, and having a great time together.
Chelsea had enjoyed that time very much, and so had Arden she thought.
But she didn't want Arden to think she was weird, so she didn't push it.


   So instead, Chelsea and Arden sat up to pull their T-shirts off.
Neither of them was wearing a training bra, as the girls considered that
childish.  Chelsea lifted her T-shirt over her head, and flipped it on the
bed, and immediately looked down at her own little buds.  To her own eyes
they seemed very small and she was embarrassed at their size.  In reality,
Chelsea's mounds were little more than a swelling beneath her nipples, the
nipples nearly as large as the flesh behind them.  But they were growing
and at this moment her nipples stood out, erect in their increasing
excitement.  Chelsea was about to get embarrassed about her erect nipples
until she looked at Arden's just uncovered chest.  She was surprised,
first to see that her friend's breasts had indeed grown in the weeks since
she saw her last; and surprised again when she noticed that, like her own,
Arden's nipples too were extended in apparent arousal.

   "Wow, Arden!  I think yours HAVE grown since I saw them!  What was
your uncle feeding you up there on the farm, some special cow's milk?"
Chelsea exclaimed, obviously impressed at her friend's maturing breasts.
They were in fact little more than cones on Arden's slender chest, but
they were bigger cones than Chelsea's own.

   "Aw, they are not any bigger," Arden responded, blushing and smiling
genuinely for the first time at her friend.  Looking down at herself,
Arden at first covered up her little breasts with her palms, noticing
her hardening nipples.  Then she looked up at Chelsea, and slowly slid her
hands down to fully expose her chest.  Inwardly she was pleased when she
saw the state of Chelsea's apparent arousal, feeling that maybe they had more
in common than she thought.

   Because Arden was carrying some pretty big secrets.  Both girls now
looked at each other's young tits, sexual arousal beginning in them both,
but each unaware of the other's feelings about what was happening.  To
Arden, the size of Chelsea's smaller breasts didn't matter at all.  She
had enjoyed more and more being with Chelsea, and their innocent games which
always involved touching, were something she looked forward to when they
were together.  She knew what it meant when her own nipples hardened like
eraser tips, and now that she saw Chelsea's were as hard as hers, she felt
relieved.

   Recently they had begun to feel each other's chest with their fingers at
these examination times and remarkably, neither of them, at first, thought
that was 'dirty' or 'bad'.  They would touch and giggle at the feelings and
usually end up laughing at themselves and running off to do something else.
But now both of them felt something new in their explorations.

   The two girls looked up, their eyes meeting.  Their immature bodies
almost quivered with excitement as they reached toward each other's chests.
Their fingers were outstretched and seeking the comforting warmth of the
other girl as their hands were drawn inexorably closer to the other girl's
budding tit-flesh.

   As Arden's palm came to Chelsea's small right breast, Chelsea sighed.
Her body flexed instinctively, as her friend's hand closed around her
tit-mound.

   "Yours feel like they have grown a little bit, too, Chelsea," she said
softly.

   "Not as much as yours, Arden," Chelsea replied, and brought her own
hand to Arden's slightly larger breast.  "Not nearly as much as yours,"
and Chelsea couldn't help it, she closed her hand on Arden's firm tit and
squeezed gently.  "I missed you," Chelsea said plaintively.  "I missed doing
this too...  our little exams, I mean," she added as an after thought.  Her
hand now closed possessively around Arden's breast as her thumb stroked
the tip of the other girl's nipple.

   " I guess we're 'bosom' buddies," Chelsea continued.

   "Huh?  What did you say?" Arden asked.  She was now engrossed in the
wonderfully feelings that spread inward from the tip of her nipple and
smoldered into her spine.  She felt warm and happy all over, the silky soft
and equally firm skin of Chelsea's prepubescent breast warm in her hand.

   "We're 'bosom' buddies, 'cause we like to check each other's 'bosoms'".

   "Yeah, I guess so," Arden sighed again.

   Chelsea sighed too, settling down to the tactile exam of her friend's
prepubescent breasts.  Her eyes were half- closed in bliss as she gently
caressed both of Arden's tits, plying her fingers out in delicate
strokes until the nipples were secured by her thumb and forefinger.
"Yeah," she said quietly.  Arden was almost detached from the gentle
game, unlike Chelsea who was grinning happily, secure and content in the
playful touching, her heart beating fast.  Arden's thoughts were
elsewhere.

   After about a minute, Chelsea looked up curiously.  "So what's the
problem, Arden?" she asked her friend.  "I already told you.  Nothing!
Okay?  Just leave me alone." Chelsea swallowed, taking her hand away quickly
from Arden's chest.

   "No dummy, I didn't mean that.  I mean,...  well,...  I,...  I don't
want to talk about it.  Okay?" Arden said, her voice breaking with
rising anger.

   "Yeah, sure, if that's what you want," Chelsea said sulkily, aware of the
distance growing between them.  She liked Arden.  Arden was her best
friend, her only real friend in the whole world.  They had always trusted
each other and they had always been able to talk.  Now it was as if a
barrier had formed between them, a glass wall separating them from
something...

   Her hand moved slowly back to Arden's breasts and the two girls
continued to fondle each other, pretending to their "examination" game
quietly, but the passion that Chelsea had felt earlier was extinguished.

   Long slow minutes passed.  The girls continued their touching gently but
their nipples no longer tingled and the "fun" had left their game.  Finally
Arden spoke, her voice trembling nervously, "You gotta promise never to
tell anyone, ever."

   "Cross my heart!" Chelsea promised sincerely as she wondered what was
going on.  There was another long silence as Arden took her hand away
from Chelsea's little nubs and turned onto her back, looking up at the
ceiling thoughtfully.  She breathed deeply, "Chelsea,...  Chelsea while I was
away,...  I had sex."

   "Huh?" Chelsea said.  It wasn't jealousy that shattered her thoughts but a
terrible sinking despair.  The loneliness that she had known while Arden
was away intensified suddenly.

   "You had sex?" she asked uncertainly, her voice quavering awkwardly.
"You did what we do..  with another girl?" she asked incredulously.

   Arden let out a high pitched giggle that sounded remarkably like a
catty woman.  "No, no Chelsea, this isn't sex!...  I had SEX with a guy,...
an older guy." There was no disguising the note of pride in her voice, the
knowledge that she knew something, something important, that her friend
didn't know.

   Chelsea sat up and leaned on her outstretched arm as she looked down at
her friend.  Arden smiled smugly but her eyes avoided Chelsea's gaze.

   "An older guy?" she said in disbelief, then added, "How old?  A lot
older than you?  Who?" Arden smirked knowingly, suddenly enjoying her
friend's sudden spurt of jealousy.

   "A lot older," she confirmed.  "He's about,...  let's see,...  'bout 35
I guess, maybe a little bit older,...  but I don't think so," she said in
her most teasing voice.

   Chelsea trembled in excitement.  Disbelief flashed across her face.  She
had never told Arden about her deepest, darkest secret, about the thing
that interested her the most, about the thoughts that had been with her
since they had started their playful exams.  They were thoughts that she'd
tried to forget at first.  They were thoughts that always seemed to come
back with a vengeance and without warning, getting stronger and stronger
each time until they were now impossible for her to ignore.

   "You did it with a man,...  a grown man?" she asked, her voice barely
more than a whisper.

   "Um, hmm!" Arden acknowledged.

   "But,...but you're only eleven, you..  you aren't old enough," Chelsea
breathed out, wondering, questioning, still disbelieving.

   "So?  Young girls can do it too, you know," Arden replied.  Chelsea
breathed out, the next question looming in her mind.  It frightened her.
"But,...  but what did you do?" she asked quietly.  She hoped that Arden
would answer that all she'd done maybe was let the man touch her breasts,
or maybe between her legs.

   "Everything," Arden said simply.  "There's more than just
titty-touching games, you know."

   "Yeah, but what?" Chelsea asked innocently.  Her curiosity was now
insatiable as the questions formed rapidly in her mind, "Tell me what
happened, Please?  What you did two do?"

   "You're never gonna tell anybody, ever?  You promised," Arden
demanded.  Chelsea nodded.

   "I did it with my uncle."

   "Your uncle?" Chelsea asked uncertainly.  Her heart leaped and then
crashed as she looked at Arden in disbelief.

   Arden nodded her head and then turned to face Chelsea.  "On the second
night I was there,...  he came into my bedroom.  He came to say
goodnight,...  but he sat down on the side of the bed.  It was way past ten
o'clock and it was dark.  I could barely see him and he was only a foot
away.  Chris, that's my uncle, started rubbing my shoulders and neck.  He
was really gentle and he barely touched me.  It was more like a tickle, but
it felt really nice.  It was a cool night too, but all I had on was my
shorty nightgown and some panties but I had the sheet over me." She paused
and shivered slightly as the memory flooded back.  She hadn't been
frightened at the time but she was now.

   "What happened?" Chelsea asked excitedly.  "His hands were cool and they
kept on moving around and around, each time going just a little bit further
down and kind of pushing the sheet as well.  I really like my Uncle Chris
and I felt so good all over.  I didn't want him to stop and I was getting
kind of sleepy.  Then he got to my chest and he started rubbing around the
outside of my breasts, just kind of stroking around my nipple with his
fingers but never touching them.

   It was about then I realized my nipples were stiff.  I was scared he'd
touch them and know that I was excited by what he was doing."

   "Yeah, I guess.  What,...  what did you do then?" Chelsea asked
hesitantly.

   "I tried to roll onto my side, like I was going to sleep..." the girl
hesitated as she remembered and then continued, "...  but Chris held my hip
and made me lie on my back.  That's when he said that I shouldn't be
scared. That he knew I liked his touch on my body.  I couldn't think of
anything to say.  All I could do was shake my head.  Anyway Chris lifted
back the sheet, down to my waist.  He didn't touch me for a bit, like for
about a minute.  He was thinking I guess, then he put his hand over my
titty...." Arden's voice trailed off.

   She swallowed and grabbed her left breast, before continuing.  "At first
he just kinda squeezed it, you know, like you and I do.  But it was feeling
a lot different from when you touch my titties, Chelsea, I guess 'cause he's
a man and all." These words stung Chelsea, and immediately Arden was sorry
for what she said.  Especially since it wasn't entirely true.  She'd been
excited by Chelsea's hands too, but she hadn't wanted to admit it to her.
"Well I like what we do too, but we're just friends, right?  And he's a
grown-up..

   It was scary!" Chelsea wasn't appeased but she wanted to hear it all.
"And then he slid his hand down beneath the sheet and moved his hand along
my thigh, on the outside, just stroking at first, then he began moving his
hand back up and then under the nightgown until he touched my bare titty!
It was the wildest feeling, Chelsea, hot and cold at the same time, and my
nipple was hard as a rock, I'm sure.  But then I noticed something else.  I
was feeling wet between my legs!  I mean, I was feeling good down there,
but it felt slimy, too, and I didn't know what was happening!"

   "Wow!" Chelsea said, her voice crackling with growing excitement.  "Did he
touch your pussy?" she asked still uncertain.  Her pulse quickened
instantly with a surge of adrenaline.

   "Uh huh.  I guess he saw I was liking it, and he slid his hand down my
tummy and right into my crotch, over my panties.  He didn't stop even
though I was shaking my head.  He kind of started rubbing me there, using
just the tips of his fingers really lightly in between my legs and I just
squeezed real tight on his hand.

   "I thought about asking him to stop, Chelsea.  I did I really did, but I
couldn't.  If you'd been there you'd know, it felt so good,...It was really
a nice feeling," Arden said honestly as she looked at her friend and
breathed out.  The girl felt the relief that comes from sharing something
that had been worrying at her mind.  She hadn't felt guilt or shame at the
time, that had come afterwards, in the morning, but by then it was too
late. "He knew I liked it too, that I didn't want him to stop.  Then he
asked me if he could take my panties off, because they were in the way.  I
tried to shake my head but I couldn't.  I tried to see his face.  I wanted
to tell him no.  I could just make out that he was smiling at me.  He was
happy, and I was happy so I nodded.  But Chelsea,...  Chelsea he knew I was
going to say it was all right,...he already had my panties about halfway
down when I nodded."

   "You're kidding," Chelsea said.  The words flew through her head, confused
with her own hidden desires and merged with her imagination, it was as
though she was there in Arden's body.  "Go on," she prompted eagerly,
then suddenly looking away at the window as if afraid of her own eagerness.


   "He took them right off and then I felt his hands moving my legs outward
so that my pussy was stretched apart.  But when he slid his hands back up
my legs, I closed them tight again.  That didn't bother him, though, he
went real slow, until his hand was right between both legs and the edge of
his hand was right against my pussy and then he started sliding it in and
out.  It felt even better than before.  Then, after a bit, he started
rubbing me with just his finger.  He said I was getting so wet down there
but that was all right because that meant I liked it so much.  He said he
liked girls like me and I was just the age to start having fun if I wanted
to.  I didn't know exactly what he wanted, but I guess I said okay because
the next thing that happened was that my uncle stood up and started taking
off his clothes."

   Arden giggled, as she started stroking between her own legs, then
reached out and took Chelsea's not- unwilling hand and placed it in her hot
crevice.

   "It's wet in there isn't it?" she asked.  Chelsea's hand moved awkwardly,
doing what she had only dreamt about doing before, but now suddenly aware
that a man's hand had touched Arden's pussy, a place that she had wanted
to touch.  A grown man's hand had touched every part of her best friend's
body, had done things to her that Chelsea barely understood, but had just
begun to fantasize about.  Chelsea's mouth opened in awe when her hand was
placed in contact with Arden's crotch through her jeans shorts.  She had
not expected it to feel so warm, and now she even felt the dampness that
she referred to.  Chelsea suddenly felt very, very young.  Younger than her
eleven years.

   "Wow!" Chelsea breathed out, "It *is* wet in there!  What,...  what did
you do next Arden?  Did you see his penis,...  his dick then?"

   "Yeah!  And it was so big, too," Arden continued, "It's really long
and thick.  And his balls are huge, 'bout like golf balls.  Anyway, once
Uncle Chris was naked too he lay down next to me and I turned over to face
him.  He hugged me so tight that it even hurt a bit.  Then,...  then he
started kissing me, Chelsea!"

   "Wow,...  a grown man!"

   "Yeah, everywhere.  On the lips at first, but all over my face and neck,
on my shoulders and then he kissed my titties!  At first it tickled but
then it felt so good!" Arden said.  "And all the time he kept playing
with my pussy.  We did that for a long while, until I got like in a trance.
I wasn't sure what I was s'posed to do, so I just lay there, until,..."

   "Go on," Chelsea prompted again.

   "Well, I wanted to kiss him back.  Then the next thing that happened was
that his tongue was inside my mouth, Chelsea, and,...  so,...  so I pushed my
tongue into his mouth,...  and we kissed like that until I was almost ready
to faint.  Then when we stopped he started kissing my body again.  Only
this time not just on my titties but all the way down, like to my knees."

   "He,...  but that means,...  that means he kissed you there?" Chelsea said
questioningly as she glanced downward at Arden's lap.  Arden smirked
knowingly at her friend.

   "He did more that just kiss me there, Chelsea.  A lot more!  First he
kissed all around my pussy, like avoiding touching it exactly, and that was
driving me crazy!  Then he would stretch his tongue down below my pussy and
lick on the sides of my thighs just below my pussy.  I really thought he
was going to start licking my butt hole right then but then he brought his
tongue up and over a little bit and just touched the outside of my pussy
lips."

   "Wow!  How,...  did it feel?" Chelsea asked urgently.  Her slender body
trembled with excitement and her mind was spinning in turmoil as she tried
to imagine, wondering what it was like.

   "Oh Chelsea, it was so great and so scary at the same time I thought I
would die right there!  It was wild.  He was incredible.  His mouth was
really hot and I was so wet I thought I'd pee'd in his face!  I just
started shaking real hard then and I think I might have blacked out or
something.  Then he stopped and said it was because I had 'come' all ready,
and he knew my pussy was real sensitive right then.  He was right, too.  I
was about to push his face away it tickled so much!"

   "Huh, what's 'come' mean?" Chelsea asked tentatively, knowing that she was
displaying her ignorance.

   "You know!  It's when you have the 'orgasm'!  Remember what they told us
at school about sex and making babies.  When a man and a woman make love,
when they are finished they have the 'orgasm'.  That's when it feels real
good and the girl gets pregnant," Arden said expertly.

   "Arden, you mean you might be pregnant?" Chelsea shouted in alarm at
her friend.

   "Naw, you and me can't get pregnant because we haven't started our
periods yet." She smiled at Chelsea's confusion, "You know, the 'Curse', the
monthly's?"

   "Ohh!  Okay!  Yeah, my Dad told me about that.  Dad said it mostly
happens when a girl's about thirteen or so.  What happened after that?"
Chelsea prodded, playfully squeezing the other girl's conical breast in her
hand.

   "Well, that's the part you won't believe..."

   "Chelsea, it was too wild!  I just never thought anything could feel that
good!  And the funny thing is, I didn't even feel afraid.  My Uncle Chris
made me feel like it was all right to have fun with him, and it made me
feel like I was really grown up."

   "I wish I could have done all that," Chelsea said, really envying her best
friend and her two week vacation.

   She had begun to notice her body too, and certain yearnings she had
begun to acknowlede.  "So what happened after that?"

   "Well, then he rolled onto his back and I got on top of him.  He made me
scoot down a bit so that his thing was right against my pussy.  It wasn't
inside, but it still felt even better than his finger had.  Then he had me
just lay there on top of him while he sorta grabbed my buns and just kinda
rubbed me back and forth on his thing..  and his thing..  his dick was so
hard it felt like a broom handle.  And then I felt myself getting all wet
down there again, like before.  But when I raised up to see, I saw that the
wetness was coming from him too!  Chelsea, his dick was leaking stuff, but
his was all whitish looking.  And the more he rubbed me the better it felt.
And then he moved his fingers down into the crease of my butt and started
stroking all the way from my pussy to my asshole.

   "Anyway, about that time he said he had to go to the bathroom, and he'd
be right back.  I think he was only gone for about a minute, but I was
counting the seconds until he got back.  I think maybe for a second I
thought maybe he might have changed his mind about doing stuff with me or
something, but he hadn't 'cause when he came back to the bed, he laid down
beside me this time, and hugged me real tight.

   "He said that I excited him more than any girl or woman ever had before.
Chelsea, he made me feel so good!  Then he put his hand back between our
bodies and started moving his fingers all around the outside of my pussy,
spreading the wetness all around down there.  Then he started putting one
finger inside me, kind of like pushing it in slow at first and then pulling
it out real quick.  Sometimes he would push too far and iit would hurt so I
had to ask him to stop for a while.  But then almost as soon as he had
stopped I had to tell to put it back, 'cause it had felt so good, better
than the pain hurt.  Know what I mean?  Then when he put his finger back in
it didn't even hurt as much anymore, and it seemed wetter, too.  I never
believed anything could feel that nice." Arden paused for a second,
reliving the experience, and Chelsea felt pangs of..  jealousy?

   "He did that for a long while, until his breathing got really fast.  We
were both gasping and moaning really loudly.  By then his finger was
stabbing into me really fast and going the whole way inside me because I
could feel his palm hitting my pelvic bone.  My pussy-hole was all slicked
up and making this weird slurping sound and it felt a lot better inside.
Chelsea I,...  I thought I was gonna die...  It felt so good.  He did that to
me right up to the end and then he pulled his finger out.  That was when he
started acting wild.  He wrapped both arms around me and started humping me
side by side there on the bed really fast.  His dick was now up against my
belly and that felt good even though his finger wasn't in my pussy anymore.
Then he kind of groaned and squeezed me so tight I thought I would
suffocate.  Then he had the orgasm thing and he came all over me.  It
started spurting out between our bellies until his sperm was everywhere.
It felt like it was all over me.  Some went as far as here," Arden
smirked as she put her hand near her breast.

   "Yuk!", Chelsea breathed out, "He did that on you?  That's gross."

   Arden looked over at her friend, and for the first time noticed that
Chelsea did not look happy.  At first she thought it was just envy that she
had been the first to do something so bold, something which they had both
talked about before.  But now noticing the way Chelsea had been looking at
her, and sensing that there was more to it, she was concerned.  "What's the
matter, Chelsea?  Do you think I'm a slut now or what?"

   Momentarily, Chelsea glanced at Arden's pale slender body, "No, you
know I don't think that," she said with difficulty, trying desperately to
find the words she needed.

   "Huh?  Then what is it?" Arden asked cautiously.

   "Oh!  Hmmm, nothing,.  I guess,...", Chelsea lied, "...  I was just
thinking about something else, and I guess my mind was somewhere else.
Then what happened?" Chelsea asked.

   "We lay there until we got our breaths back.  It was kind of messy with
his come all over me, so Chris got a washcloth out of the bathroom and wiped
it off me.  I was nearly asleep when he did it, I think I dozed off after
he finished, 'cause I remember him lying down beside me and rubbing my
back. He went back to his own room later on, but I was asleep by then.
Next morning he didn't mention it, neither did I, it was like it never
happened."

   "Why didn't you say something?" Chelsea asked.  She thought for a moment.
She remembered the warnings from school and from her father about 'strange
men', about 'not doing things that she didn't want to do'.  She remembered
about 'telling a responsible adult, like a parent or teacher'.  "Shouldn't
you tell someone?" she said naively.

   Arden shook her head, "Yeah, sure I should tell my mom that her
brother fucked me huh?" Chelsea looked at Arden in astonishment.
Amazement fleeted across her face.  "What?" she murmured uncertainly.

   "Don't be dumb Chelsea, you heard what I said," Arden said firmly.  "He
screwed me for most of the two weeks I was there.  Don't you understand?  I
don't want to tell on him.  What he did to me, I liked...  I wanted him
to...  Sometimes I even asked him to.  What they don't tell you about that
stuff at school is how much you like it.  It was the most fun I'd ever
had."

   "But,...  but what did you do?" Chelsea asked guiltily.  She was now
bewildered, electrified by what she'd heard and the sudden discovery that
her deepest, darkest desire, the desire to make love to her best girlfriend
was probably lost forever.  "I mean, well,...  what happened?" Arden
shrugged petulantly and for the first time Chelsea noticed a change in her
friend.  The feeling was born of an instinct that had always been there
though she had not noticed it before.  She no longer wanted to gloat over
her friend, to tease her about her experiences with her uncle.  She didn't
want her to be hurt by anything she might do.  And Chelsea could see, or
sense, the subtle change.

   Arden was continuing with her story, but was more aware of her
audience, Chelsea, than she was of the story itself, now.  She began to
realize that certain things about the experience with her uncle, while fun
beyond all comparison, still left her feeling..  feeling like something was
missing.  She swallowed and tried to understand the truth of it.  They were
alike in many ways, she and Chelsea.  Arden had known for some time, ever
since they'd started playing their 'examination' games, that they both
seemed to enjoy those times more than they should, and lately, that Chelsea
had been touching her more aggressively than before.

   And she also knew that she didn't mind, and had even done the same to
her.  But it had all seemed just like a game, something they did because
they were such good friends.  It hadn't been sexual, until now..

   "I said what happened, how did you and your uncle Chris do it?  Did it
hurt real bad?" Chelsea repeated, bringing Arden back from her daydream.

   "All right, let me tell you.  The next night he came in to say
'goodnight'.  Only not really 'cause he didn't have any clothes on and his
dick was really hard and sticking way out.  You know what I mean?  I'd been
thinking about what happened all day and I was kind of sad because Chris
ignored me almost the whole time.  Whenever I looked at him he looked away
in another direction.  It was like he was embarrassed by what we'd done.
Anyway I tried to tell him I didn't want to do anything again like that,...
I tried, I really did.  All I could think about was what we'd done the
night before, about how nice it had felt.  And I couldn't help looking at
his dick.  I couldn't look away.  He stood at the side of the bed looking
down at me.

   Each time I said I didn't want to, he just smiled.  Chelsea,...after about
a minute my resistance just melted away and finally I couldn't say no, I
just lay there looking back up at him, knowing what was gonna happen."

   "So you,...  you wanted to?" Chelsea asked awkwardly.

   The other girl nodded.  "He pulled back the sheet and pulled my panties
off, and then he lay down beside me.  We started doing the same things that
we did the night before.  He didn't have any trouble putting his finger in
my pussy this time, 'cause I was real wet, and I think it had stretched
from the night before.  And while he had one hand down the front playing
with my pussy, he had his other hand on my tittie, playing with the nipple
part real gentle like, and it was so wild, Chelsea.  And then he had me put
my hand on his dick and he told me to rub it up and down.  I s'pose we did
that for about a half hour.  He didn't come but I sure got him close to it
a few times.  Each time he made me stop.  He said he didn't want to waste
it yet."

   "Huh?" Chelsea asked innocently.

   "His 'come'.  Once a man shoots his 'come' he sort of loses interest for
a while," Arden answered, relaying her newfound secrets to her friend.
"Well I wanted to start doing things back to him.  He made me feel so good
I,...  I wanted him to feel good, too.  I wasn't that keen on putting his
dick in my mouth at first,..."

   "You did that?" Chelsea said incredulously.  "You did that to him?"

   "Yeah.  It tastes salty and it smells funny, but it wasn't too bad.
First I just kind of licked and kissed around the outside.  Then when I got
used to that I started putting the tip of it in my mouth.

   The skin on his cock is really kind of soft, and it's really hot.  Chris
told me what I had to do, to do it properly.  It took a while but I started
to really enjoy it.  I got it about halfway in.  That's about all I could
and then it was in the back of my mouth, then I had to stop." Arden
said, all the while noticing her friend's wide eyes.

   "I did that for a while until he made me stop for a minute and then I
started back doing it again.  I did it for a bit more but my neck was
getting tired so I started to slow down.  Chris kind of took over from me
and started moving his hips instead.  Only he was doing it really fast and
pushing my head down on his cock.  I started getting scared because I was
afraid he was going to hurt me.  I think it even went back into my throat a
bit sometimes because then I couldn't breath.  I knew something was going
to happen when Chris started to groan.  He was going incredibly fast by
then. You would have thought I was the only girl who had ever done that to
him, even though I knew I wasn't,..." Arden said bashfully, and then
added proudly, "He did it in my mouth.  Well most of it anyway, 'cause I
choked on it and he pulled it out before I threw up." Chelsea's mouth was
wide open as she looked at Arden dumbly, "Huh?  But,....  what did he do
in your mouth?"

   "Jesus!  Chelsea!  His 'come'!  He put his sperm in me,...  in my mouth."

   "Geez,...  but that's,...  that's gross.  I,...  I don't believe you,"
Chelsea said resolutely, refusing to believe that such things could happen.

   Arden chuckled, "Yeah..  I thought it was gross too,...  the first
time anyway, but he was turning me on so bad, it all seemed good, even the
part when he came in my mouth...  I guess it really turned me on to see him
so turned on..  like that was almost as important to me as getting off
myself.  Do you know what I mean, Chelsea?" Chelsea had been paying close
attention, and she did feel she knew what Arden meant.  To her it seemed
her friend was saying that she enjoyed giving pleasure as much as getting
it.  She wondered how far that might extend.

   "Yes, Arden, I know what you mean, I think.  It felt good to you even
though he was getting most of the thrills, is that it?"

   "Yeah, sort of.  I mean it felt good to me when he was touching me, too,
but making him have an orgasm was the most fun of all." Then as an
afterthought, she added, "Maybe that's why I liked playing and tickling you
so much, as long as I felt you were enjoying it.  Know what I mean?"

   "Yeah, I guess so," Chelsea blushingly replied.  Maybe there was hope for
herself yet..

   "Chris says I'll always be great at making other people feel good, but I
guess he's pretty prejudiced."

   "Then what happened, Arden?" she asked weakly.

   "Well,..." Arden began.  She stopped and smiled, looking at her
friend gently as she wondered whether she could trust her.  She was now
pretty sure that Chelsea had some sort of crush on her and she was thrilled
at that prospect.  She had enjoyed herself a lot with her uncle, but she
couldn't shed the feeling that she also wanted to explore some sexual
pursuits with Chelsea.  Heck, since she had enjoyed being with Chris, that at
least meant she wasn't a lezzie, as those girls were called at school.  It
just meant she liked sex..  a lot.

   "Well it was way past midnight by then so we didn't do anything else.
He didn't get out of my bed until early in the morning and then he let me
sleep until about ten o'clock....  But that isn't what you want to know is
it Chelsea?" she asked raising her eyebrows, "You want to know about the
other thing don't you?  About when my uncle fucked me?" Chelsea nodded and
swallowed nervously.

   "Chelsea, you've got to promise never to tell anyone.  Not your dad, not
anyone, okay?" Arden said seriously.  Chelsea nodded again, recklessly,
urgently, feeling a strangeness in her belly.  It was a feeling exactly
like 'butterflies'.  "He fucked me Chelsea, not once but lots of times, okay.
He did it because I liked it.

   If anyone finds out I'll,...  he'll,...  we'll both be in deep doo-doo."

   "Yeah, I guess.  Arden I promise," Chelsea said quietly.

   "I trust you Chelsea.  Okay?" Arden breathed out.  She was breaking her
promise to her uncle but she knew that she had to share her secret with
Chelsea...

   "The next day he was really different.  He was nice, nicer than he'd
ever been before.  It was Sunday so he didn't work that day.  We went out
for breakfast to Shoney's and when we got back he took me down to the barn
and showed me how to drive the tractor.  Then we went swimming and he told
me I could go in skinny-dipping if I wanted, like he used to do when he was
my age.  I said I was embarrassed, but really I was ashamed of my little
girl's body.

   I was afraid if he saw me in the sunlight he wouldn't want to do things
with me anymore.  But he knew what I was feeling and he started telling me
how beautiful he thought little girls bodies are, before they get a lot of
hair down there, and their breasts get too big.  He said he liked mine just
the way they were.  He really knew what to say to me, 'cause pretty soon I
told him if he stripped off all his clothes, then I would too.  So he
stripped too and we both went in.  We wrestled a lot and I was getting
excited, and he was getting a hard-on but nothing else happened.

   "Then we put our clothes back on and we had pizza and went in the living
room and watched "Girls" on TV.  We lay on the couch together.  I was in
front of Chris and he hugged me and kissed me from behind and kept playing
between my legs.  He was rubbing me through my shorts and he kept trying to
get his fingers into my slit by going down the front waistband or up the
legs of my shorts.  All I could think off was what he did to me with his
finger in my pussy that first time.  By the time the movie was about half
over I couldn't stand it any more."

   "So what did you do?" Chelsea asked curiously.  She was no longer able to
camouflage her fascination.

   Arden grinned, "I stood up and stripped all the way down to my
panties.  It was right in the middle of the scene where they were getting
an abortion, but I can tell you what Chris was
watching, and it sure wasn't the movie.  I was ready to lie down again when
Chris asked me to reach in his night stand drawer and hand him the small
foil package that was in there."

   "Why?  I mean what was in the package, some candy or something?" Chelsea
asked ignorantly.

   "It was his 'protection' he said.  His condom?  You know, the thing that
keeps us from getting pregnant, just in case.," Arden giggled.

   "But why?  You said we were too young to get pregnant, I thought." Chelsea
was very confused now, but still very curious.

   "That's what he said at first but after I told him that I had seen a few
spots of blood in my panties, he said we'd better be careful."

   "You mean you started having your period when you were up there?" Chelsea
asked incredulously.

   "No, I don't know for sure, but it might have just been from him
squeezing his finger in there.." Chelsea paused again, almost losing herself
in her thoughts.

   "Well, when I lay back down on the couch I knew I was going to miss most
of the movie,...  but heck I've seen it over here about six times, so I
didn't really care.  As soon as I was back on the couch Chris went into
action.  He took a little bottle out of his pants that said Rush and he opened
it and huffed it. Then he handed it to me and told me to inhale and
hold my breath. He started kissing and hugging me and sliding his hands all over
my body.  Then he started rubbing real fast in my crotch through my panties
and it seemed like he was pushing the cloth right in there.  I was really
feeling like I was floating above everything, and I didn't want it to ever
stop.  Then I reached over to his lap and felt his penis.  Chelsea, it was so
hard!  Harder than it had felt before, and pretty soon he got up and pulled
his pants down and his underpants with them and his thing just popped back
up straight as an arrow.  When he laid back down beside me he told me to
grab it and then showed me how to stroke it to make him feel even better.

   "Well, all the time I was feeling on his dick, he was feeling up my
pussy too, and he started working his finger into me.  He would sort of
push it in and out while I squeezed on his finger with my thighs.  When he
had worked enough in me he started using his finger like he did the first
time.  Only this time he was slower and it was better than before because I
was much more slippery inside, and I wasn't as scared either because I knew
what to expect.  Each time he would slide his finger all the way in, I
could feel the front of his hand touching me up front, outside of my pussy,
you know?  That place that feels the best when I touch myself sometimes."
Arden had just admitted something she hadn't revealed to her friend
before, and paused while it sunk in to her.

   "What do you mean, Arden?  You don't mean you've touched yourself
down there before, have you?" Chelsea asked.

   "That's something I've been meaning to tell you about before, Chelsea.  I
found out about that a few weeks ago, after one time when you and I had
been tickling and playing around with each other?  I went into the bathroom
after that, and was trying to find out what was feeling so good, after you
had accidentally tickled me between my legs.  That's when I found out that
my panties were a little wet and I figured it was because you had touched
me down there..  and I liked it."

   "Arden, I'm sorry, I didn't know I had done that.  You should have
told me.." Chelsea lied, as she remembered all too well the time Arden was
referring to.  It was after school one afternoon a few weeks before
Arden's trip and they were at her house, before her father was due home.
They had been talking about sex and stuff, and had ended up comparing their
young chests again.  Arden had started teasing Chelsea that her titties
were not as big as hers, and that they were never going to grow.  They had
stripped down to just their panties and were just goofing around, and then
they started wrestling around in her bedroom, tickling each other, grabbing
each other wherever their hands would reach.  And Chelsea's hands continually
seem to reach some pretty private places on Arden's young body.  And in
retaliation, Arden had done the same, all by accident, of course.

   "No, no, that's OK, really it was.  I guess I was embarrassed that I had
reacted that way.  Anyway, that night when I got home I started touching
myself down there, trying to find the place where you had touched me, to
see if I could make it feel good again," Arden replied.

   "Well,..  did you find the spot,..  the spot that I had touched
accidentally?" Chelsea asked, her own breathing heavy now, and more than a
little curious as to her answer.

   "Well, yes, and no.  I mean, it felt good when I touched myself, but not
quite the same as when you touched me, accidentally." Arden was getting
as turned on to this turn in their conversation as Chelsea apparently was.
But she wanted to finish her story about what she and her uncle had done,
before she lost her nerve.

   "Anyway, he did that to me for a long while, you know, touching me in
that special spot.  He was gentle and went pretty slow at first until I
started to open up my legs.  It hurt a bit at first, but not real bad, like
the time before."

   "It still hurt?" Chelsea asked, "Ohh!  Sorry Arden, I didn't mean to
interrupt.  But why does it hurt?"

   "That's okay.  When you first start it's really tight inside.  Well your
pussy hole is tight anyway, that's because nothing's been inside there
before, that is if you've never put your own finger in you.  When I started
touching myself down there after that time you and I were tickling each
other, I didn't really stick my finger inside very far.  I just played
around on that spot, sorta.  Chris said my hole was pretty small at first,
but I was really getting bigger since he had been playing with me down
there.  After he had been using his finger in me for about ten minutes it
felt a lot better and looser than the time before.  I mean you can really
feel it.  It gets all wet inside you and it doesn't hurt at all after
that." Arden smiled smugly and then added, "In fact, that's when you
start feeling good and you don't want it to ever stop.  I have to go pee in
a minute," she said changing the topic.

   "You wanna go now?" Chelsea asked.  "Nah, I can wait a few minutes.  So
where was I?  Oh yeah!  Okay!  Well, then Chris started pushing two fingers
inside me,...like this," she said holding up her first two fingers placed
closely together.  "It felt tight but it didn't really hurt anymore.  He
said I had to get used to the two fingers if I was ever going to be able to
have his dick in me, Chelsea.  So he kept doing it like that right up to the
end of the movie.  I guess maybe 'bout an hour..." Again she trailed off
into her own thoughts.  "So where was I...  Okay so when the movie ended
Chris lifted me up and carried me into his bedroom.  He took his clothes off
and went back and got the condom.  I watched him while he covered his cock
with it.  It was like a balloon, Chelsea,..." Arden swallowed as she
remembered what happened.  Her eyes were half- closed as each sound and
every feeling branded into her mind was replayed.  "Chelsea, then,...  then
he fucked me!"

   "Wow!  You gotta tell me everything!" Chelsea gasped out.

   "He leaned back on the bed and had me get on top of him.  First he had
me slide up and down over it, like we had that first night, then he grabbed
his cock and started sliding it in my pussy slit.  I was so wet, Chelsea!
But he was too!  His cock was dripping just like it had before, and pretty
soon I felt it pushing into me, a little bit at a time.  At first it just
felt tight and I was so scared I didn't feel anything else.  Then once the
head slipped in, the rest of it started going in a lot easier.  Until he
came up against my cherry.  My God, Chelsea, when he first pushed into my
cherry, I thought I would faint from the pain.  Then he stopped pushing and
held it still for a minute while I regained my senses.  He was already past
it, and when he asked me if he should take it out I just said 'No', 'cause
I figured since I had already gone that far I might as well get this part
over with.  And then he started moving it in and out, just about an inch at
a time, and real slow.

   "The funny thing is, even though it was way too big for me, it didn't
hurt as much anymore.  It felt tight and I could feel the pressure
stretching my pussy walls but it just felt good!  I felt I was gonna
explode.  I was shaking like jelly and I was sweating like crazy.  I felt
like I was ready to burst or something.  I couldn't move by myself.  I felt
like I was joined to him.  It felt just like I was part of my uncle, part
of his cock really.  Then he stopped moving and told me to start moving up
and down, just a little, to see if it hurt.  It didn't, so then I kept
moving up and down on it 'cause it was starting to feel good in that
special spot.  Then he started moving with me, raising his hips when I
brought mine down, and vice-versa.  We were actually fucking, and he moved
so gently you wouldn't believe it."



   "Did you have the 'orgasm' then?" Chelsea asked.

   "Chris said I might have fainted because I had such a good orgasm.  It
just kept on getting better and better until I thought I was dying.  Right
at the end, when I felt his 'come' spurting in me, I got this truly weird
feeling all over and I started shaking.  All I can remember is that I was
shaking and crying.  Right at the end, just before Chris did his 'come' in
me, I thought I was gonna die, Chelsea.  I was really in a daze by then and
he was going pretty fast.  I can't remember anything at all after that."

   Chelsea looked at her best friend as she tried to imagine feelings that
were so foreign to her, "Then what,...?" she mumbled.

   Arden contemplated her friend and smiled slowly, "You know, I don't
remember, Chelsea.  I think I fell asleep as soon as he finished.  Maybe I
did faint," she said honestly.  She paused and stretched out her legs, her
hands fidgeting in the lap of her shorts.

   "But what happened after that, Arden?  Like the next day and all,"
Chelsea asked shamelessly.  "You said you did it again,...  a lot more
times?"

   "Yeah!  We did it again the next morning, almost as soon as I woke up.
It didn't hurt near as much that time.  I spent most of the morning in bed
while Chris was at work.  Then in the afternoon, after he came back for
lunch, we moved my clothes and stuff into my uncle's bedroom.  I slept in
there with him from then on.  We did it mostly at night.  Once or twice
every night.  A couple of times we did it three times before we fell
asleep. In the mornings he had to go to work early and I was pretty sleepy
still so we didn't usually do it then.  We did it a few times though.

   When we went swimming we did it then sometimes too.  I guess we did it a
lot.  After the first few days it stopped hurting altogether," Arden
said.  Then she added playfully, "But my pussy does look like it's bruised
or something, from all that sex!  It used to be so smooth and kinda pink,
and now its..  kinda red and puffy looking.  Especially right after Chris
and I have been doing something.  Chris said I should keep it massaged and
moist until we get to do it again.  You..  wanna see what I mean?" she
asked, looking up bashfully at Chelsea, hoping the answer would be yes...



   THE END OF CHAPTER 1..



   End of UNCLE CHRIS AND DADDY LEE, Chapter 1