Chapter 2

I had lusted after my niece. I had even masturbated while looking at a picture of her pussy. And then I had snooped on her computer.

But suddenly, what I had done was small potatoes.

"You put those pictures online?!" I gasped.

"Just some of them," she said, taken aback at how furious I was. "Sam said nobody could ever find us."

"And what about people who already know you?" I asked, acidly.

"She said nobody who knows us would ever see them!" she said, defending their foolish decision.

"Why?" I asked. "Why would you do that?"

"It was just for fun, Uncle Bob!" she whined. "It made us feel pretty ... grown up."

"And what if your principal, at school, sees them?" I asked. "What if Jake, who runs the Mini Mart where you buy your gas, sees them? What if your 4H sponsor sees them?"

"They don't look at that stuff," she said, sounding quite sure. "Besides, she only submitted them to one place. That's all. The chances of anybody we know seeing them is less than winning the lottery."

"Oh really," I said. "Let's just find out about that ... what do you say?"

"What?" She looked nervous now.

"What site did she submit them to?" I asked.

"I don't know!" she said. "She knew someplace. She talked to this guy on email and he said he'd be happy to see how cute we all were."

I refrained from groaning.

"So he has Sam's email address, which means he has her ISP, which means he can hack into her service provider's records and find out her full name, and address."

"No way, Uncle Bob," she said, still confident. "You might know how to do all that stuff, but hardly anybody else does. Besides. He'd only find out who Sam is, and she doesn't care. She's talking about meeting up with the guy. They've been writing to each other for over a year."

I sighed. "Did I mention that you're in her email contacts? And that he can do exactly the same to you?"

"But why would he?" she complained.

"Maybe he would do it for kicks," I said. "Maybe he'd try to sell the information to someone else, whose motives are unknown. The point is it can be done, and that puts you in danger, even if it's only hypothetical! All I did was jerk off to the picture you sent me by mistake. There are people out there who would want to do a hell of a lot more than that. You hear about them on the news every day, if you listen to what passes for the news today."

I hadn't meant to say that part about jerking off, but I'd gotten carried away. Thankfully, she hadn't seemed to have picked up on that particular part of my comment. But the whole of it appeared to get her to take things more seriously.

"So ... what do we do?" she asked, looking down at the floor.

"Well, the first thing is to find out from Sam where she sent those pictures."

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted quickly. She put it back in her pocket. It went off almost immediately and she answered it.

"I need to know the address of the website where you sent the pictures," she said into the phone. There was a pause. "Yes, those pictures." Another pause. "Never mind why I need to know. Just tell me!" She waved to me and then pointed at her computer desk. She made a writing motion. I opened a drawer and got her a pencil and a piece of paper. She wrote, said her goodbye and put the phone back in her pocket. She extended the paper to me. "Here"

I sat down, pulled up her browser and typed in the address. A typical tumblr picture blog popped onto the screen.

"This is weird," she said from behind me.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm not used to my uncle looking at dirty pictures."

I didn't look at her. "Well, I'm not used to my niece appearing in dirty pictures."

She was silent.

"When did she post them?" I asked.

"I don't know ... maybe six months ago? After she sent them, he told her where to look, and we did, and we saw them and freaked out, but after that we didn't go look at them again."

"You didn't, but I bet other people did," I said.

I opened the calendar listing for the site and clicked on February, since it was July now. A new screen full of pictures showed up.

"Help me look," I said.

She leaned over my shoulder, and her left breast pushed into the back of my right shoulder. I could smell her body wash, or whatever it was that smelled like flowers.

"I don't want you to see these," she said.

"Why not?"

"Because you'll think there's something wrong with me," she said.

"Not in a million years," I said.

I saw one before she did. It was the socks that did it. I clicked on it. There was my beautiful, naked niece, with Sam behind her. One of Sam's hands was on Lizzy's left breast. The other one was playing between Lizzy's legs. Both girls were smiling.

"Ohhhh nooo," she moaned, right in my ear.

"Looks like fun," I said, trying to keep us both from freaking out. I paged down to the list I knew would be there. That list was of subscribers who "followed" this blog, meaning that whenever a new picture was added, that follower would be notified. Followers could also leave comments on each picture. This one had about fifteen.

"Look there," I said, pointing to one entry which said "tittielicker69 reblogged this photo."

"Okay," she said.

"That means your photograph is now on his site too.

"What? We didn't tell him he could do that!"

"You didn't have to. When you sent this guy your pictures, you gave up ownership of them, for all practical purposes."

I pointed to seven other places where the picture had been reblogged.

"And each of them has followers, who probably reblogged it too. Your gorgeous naked body is plastered all over the place, Lizzy."

"Shit!" she said, softly. "I thought they'd only be at that one place."

I clicked the back arrow.

We found the other ten on the next page. In one of them Kandy was licking Lou Ann's pussy. In another Lizzy was obviously loving the way Nicole was eating her pussy. Each time I found one, Lizzy moaned in my ear. When the one of her with Nicole between her thighs came up, she put her hands over my eyes and said "Don't look!"

I gently pulled her hands away.

"I'm not a lesbian," she said, sounding like she might cry.

"I know," I said.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Because of the way you treat me," I said. "Because of the way you've always treated me."

"You mean you knew?" she gasped.

Now, let me pause for just a second and make something clear. I'm writing all this as if it was just an uncle sitting in a chair with his niece behind his back and they were doing this, and doing that, and everything was pretty normal.

Not even close.

What we had just been through had shaken us both. It shook me up, because I realized my cute, little niece was all grown up now. Sure, she had made some stupid mistakes, but mistakes in your teens are the rule, rather than the exception. That's what the teens are for, after all. And it shook her up because while taking these pictures had been a rush, and great naughty fun, someone she knew was seeing them. So neither of us was fully up to speed at this juncture.

To her question I said "Knew what?" That's because I had no idea what she was talking about.

"That I've been crazy in love with you for as long as I can remember," she confessed. And she confessed that because she was too shook up to reflect on my comment of "Knew what?"

About then I grasped what she'd just said, and she grasped the fact that she'd blurted out something she hadn't had to. I turned to look at her. She looked scared.

"All the girls have this huge crush on you," she added, weakly. I think it was her effort to mitigate her previous statement, which went sort of beyond the "crush" stage of things.

Don't ask me why I said it ... but I did.

"Then why didn't you guys just come get naked for me, instead of putting it out for the whole fucking world to see?!"

We couldn't spend much more time closeted in her room, or her mother would wonder what had become of us. So I told her to gather the girls together at my house the following afternoon for a council of war. She wanted to know what I meant, and I told her I'd explain it later. Then we left her room. I hugged Monica goodbye and started out the door.

"Wait!" yelled Lizzy.

She came and hugged me. It was a very tentative hug, instead of the usual rub-all-over-Uncle-Bob sort of thing she usually did.

"Thank you for not hating me," she whispered.

Again, don't ask me why I did it, but I slipped one hand up to her left breast. I said "I could never hate you," and gave it a little squeeze.

She yelped and jumped back as I slipped out the door, grinning.

All in all, it was an interesting night for me. As I reflected on things, I couldn't help but think about how much farther along the "I am a woman" track Lizzy was than I had thought only hours earlier. Her comment about being crazy in love with me, I took with a grain of salt. But I did think about how she changed it to "crush" when it came to the others. That was interesting too. The others had flirted with me, at one time or another, but I hadn't been around them all that much, really. I couldn't think of a single thing either Nicole or Samantha and I had ever had a discussion about. Lou Ann had asked me some computer questions one time, while both she and I were at my sister's house. Kandy, on another occasion, had asked me if I liked a particular music group. I remember thinking how odd that was at the time. Now I understood.

Lizzy wasn't sure all the girls would come, since they were being assembled at my house, but they did. When they got there I directed them to the den, where there were two couches and some chairs. Lizzy hadn't told them anything about why they were there, but I had set up a computer linked to the 55" flat screen TV on the wall. I had also gone back to the tumblr site, once I got home, and downloaded all ten of the pictures the girls had taken. I put them into a Power Point presentation on a constant loop, and had it running with the TV off. Once all the girls were there, were comfortably seated, and had something to drink, I began speaking.

"Sometimes people, especially young people, do things without thinking them through completely," I said. "This sometimes generates uncomfortable situations in which important lessons can be learned. That's what you are all here to do today ... learn from your mistakes."

"What mistakes?" asked Sam. She was the confident (overconfident) one, and a natural leader.

"These," I said, and thumbed the remote control that turned the TV on.

There was stunned silence at first, then gasps, and then mutters. I clearly heard one female voice say "What the fuck?" and another one say "How?"

Lizzy executed her part in this little charade.

"How did you get those?" she asked, sounding properly horrified.

"I found them on the internet," I said, calmly.

I bent to the laptop and minimized Power Point. I had a tumblr site up on the web browser.

"I found them right here."

There had been one follower who had reblogged all ten pictures from the original site. That's the one I had on the screen. I saw Sam looking at the address bar, and the name of the site.

"That's not where we sent them!" she blurted.

"So you did send them yourselves," I said. "I was going to ask if maybe someone had taken these through a window or something."

Sam looked at me with an arched eyebrow. Somehow, I knew I was busted.

"Anybody could clearly see those were taken from inside the room," she said. "You knew we put these online. That's the mistake you were talking about." She looked at Lizzy, who apparently also knew she was busted.

"I didn't tell him," said my niece. "He found them and confronted me."

"And you spilled your guts," said Sam.

"No," I said softly. "You spilled all your guts ... right out there on the internet where I have found at least fifty places where your pictures have proliferated."

"What?" there were multiple gasps. Nicole and Lou Anne turned on Samantha.

"You said they'd only be on this guy's site for a week, and then he'd take them down!" said Nicole.

"He lied," I said.

It took another half hour, and moving to ten more sites before it sank in that they were a hell of a lot more visible to the world than they thought they'd been.

Finally Sam said "So what do we do?"

"That," I said, "is why you're all here today. You're going to work to try to repair the damage."

I won't go into details, but what I had the girls do was each take a list of five websites that had reblogged their pictures, and write to each of them, identifying the photos by file name and claiming copyright infringement. The site, assuming the operator cared, was then required to remove that picture from the blog. Once they had contacted their initial five websites, each girl fanned out from there, finding more and more sites that had posted their pictures.

It took them well into the school year until they began having a hard time finding their pictures anywhere. I got to know all of them really well in the process, because there were a number of working sessions at my house, where they could delve into things without fear of a parent finding them staring at page after page of naughty pictures.

You might say fate had lent a hand. I now had four "girlfriends" of a sort. We didn't go out on dates, and there were no make-out sessions or anything like that. But we were all very comfortable in each other's presence. Twice I had seen a little casual kiss passed between the girls as they took a break from working on trying to fix their foolishness. They knew they could never get them all off the net, but the goal was to get all the newer reblogging down, so that only the old, musty, dusty sites might have an errant photo or two on them, old photos that hopefully few would see, and even fewer would decide to keep.

And fate dipped into my life in another way too. Monica met number four.

She didn't know he was number four at the time, of course. In fact, she decided to resist making him number four. In fact, when he started talking marriage, she suggested they take a week between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and do a "trial run at things" at a ski lodge in Vermont. That went really well, and led to him becoming number four, but that doesn't matter here.

What matters here is that she asked me to let Lizzy stay with me for that week.

And while Lizzy stayed with me ... she hosted a slumber party with the girls.

Remember that offhand comment I made? The one where I said the girls should have gotten naked with me instead of plastering their pictures all over the internet?

Well I'd forgotten it. But Lizzy hadn't. She had, in fact, told the girls about it.

So imagine the scene: We had eaten, and Nicole had brought a movie they all wanted to watch on my 55" flat screen, where they had seen themselves, naked, cavorting at a slumber party. I was told to put the chosen DVD in the blue ray player while they all went to "put on their jammies." I seated myself in my recliner, remote in hand, ready to be of service to the ladies.

Now imagine my astonishment as Lizzy, dressed only in those same rainbow knee socks, and followed by a bevy of very naked, very beautiful young women, danced into the room and basically mobbed my chair. I was covered in naked girls. They were giggling and shrieking and soft and warm and I confess, my hands did not behave themselves.