Forward
This is the true narrative of the relationship with my uncle that turned sexual. To have covered the complete interaction would have taken a book. Therefore I have just covered the first sexual awaking between us. There always was a love bond between us and it developed into something greater. To me, it was of the foremost importance and a time of immense emotional and sexual maturing. I will not call this a story, because to me it is a narrative documentary - one that I have found very difficult to write in some areas. To you, it may be only the story of a young girl losing her virginity, or just an interesting tale, or an incestuous sex story -- to me it was my life. I have gone into a full descriptive recital of our first sexual encounter. By documenting it fully, I am hoping others realize that a sexual love bond with an uncle is not a repulsive occurrence and can be very beneficial to a younger person.
My confidence level and self esteem soared after this first liaison. For the longest time my libido was calmed and I was able to concentrate on other aspects of life (i.e., school). Yes, I actually became a better student. The union steered me away from other, possibly less benevolent sexual encounters with younger males that would not have had the deep love interest that my uncle demonstrated. I felt fulfilled and that I had completely entered the adult world. In the end it benefited me immensely, six years have past and I still count myself as being most fortunate. Love is a powerful emotion and though it, I discovered the joys of lovesex in an environment that was very safe, kind and understanding. I would like to talk about this more in depth after the narrative, so as to allow others who may not be interested in my message, to get on with the enjoyment of reading about my experience.
The main purpose of my writing is not to be pornographic (it is pornographic), but to share my somewhat rare experience with others. To do so, I have had to expose my young fundamental feminine sexual urges. I have done this completely and honestly to the best of my ability. Having revealed the naked truth for all to see and ponder. I am hoping others in the same situation will benefit from it and quietly seek the love of ones who truly cherish them, be they an uncle or not. In conveying the information, I have tried to preserve my views and thoughts as I was, a teenager (18 years old) and write as such. This I found most difficult to do accurately. Much thought has gone in to it, so please enjoy, contemplate and discuss.
Jane
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Mother was of half French descent and of half Polynesian. Father is part French and American, his family emigrating to American when he was only 4 years old. I guess this makes me still half French by descent. Mother is the family beauty, being long dark haired and of slender build with a warm Polynesian look. She is a kind compassionate loving woman who always was there for me. Father was supportive and loving, but often was gone for months at a time on work trips to different parts of the world. We lived in Hawaii, in a quiet area, your average family, with a slightly higher than average education. Our entire family is very health conscious, very sports involved and fit. Most of my time was taken up in competitive swimming, gymnastics, school work or music practice. I loved my parents and being a single child they gave me much attention.
Mothers only brother, Uncle Chuck who lived close to us (several streets away in a condo), was a frequent visitor. Uncle Chuck actually had several small condos on the islands and one on the mainland, where he was gone on business numerous times a year. He was a bachelor, but had a constant female companion (that was Joan). Both seemed perpetually busy and in motion, although Uncle told mom that one day he would settle down and start a family with Joan.
Uncle was a man that had a zest for life and living. He seemed to do almost everything, but his favorite hobby was sailing -- which he included us in, taking us for day trips and the odd overnighter.
Most of his vacations revolved around a one week sailing trip, often with Joan and occasionally by himself. Mom said it was part of her family's Polynesian heritage to go out on the water and that is why Uncle Chuck like the sailing so much. I do admit that the times Uncle took the family out, I enjoyed it immensely.
Uncle had promised to take us out for a five-day trip this year, but dad had landed a big contract and was gone to Europe for the month. And this is where I will begin;
Having finished swim practice and coming home, I bolted thought the gate, towards the kitchen patio and the kitchen. Mom was just sitting on the patio deck and working on her books. I gave her a hug hello and scooted off to shower and to change. Coming back down I asked the classic "What's for dinner" question to mom, just as Uncle Chuck rounded the house corner. He was in causal dress and looked very happy.
"Hey kiddo how's swimming going?" he questioned me.
"Hi Uncle Chuck, just great!" I responded.
Chuck looked at my mom and asked, "Hey Penny (that's moms short name) how about all of us going off on that sailing trip to Hanalei Bay (Kauai) we've being chatting about lately -- like tomorrow? The weather reports are just great."
I immediately cheered, having the next three weeks completely free and loving the thought of us all going over to Hanalei Bay.
Mom, frowned and replied, "Chuck, I'm right in the middle of closing two sales and just can't spare the time now. How about in a week and a half, I'll be free and so is Jane."
"Well I think that will be OK, but depends on the weather."
Mom looked at my slightly fallen face and made a snap decision, "Why don't you take Jane and go."
"Up to Jane, but it would only be the two of us, Joan is on the main land for the next two months staying in my Seattle suite."
Mom looked at me and asked, "Well Jane, you want to go?"
I smiled and said, "Sure as long as Uncle Chuck can put up with me." Inside I was going yes, yes, yes. I had my Uncle all to myself for five whole days. It would be great -- I just did not know how great yet.
Now Uncle Chuck, was one of my best friends and I just adored him to the point I had a teenage crush on him at that time. He was always there for me and probably spent more time than anyone outside my mother, listening and talking with me. Many times I had sleepovers when I was younger at his place, sometimes alone and sometimes when Joan was around. Uncle was easy to talk to and as I had progressed into my late teens always treated me like an adult. Many times we walked alone together and talked about anything that came to mind. I trusted him with things that I may not have told others and he never judged me. We covered drugs, smoking, drinking and social issues with teens. Sometimes I talked to him about boys and why they act the way they do. Interestingly enough Uncle Chuck never seemed like a parent to me. He never dosed out long tirades of advice, but offered a point here or there. I listen to him and did find it helped a lot, but most of the time he just listened to me.
