Prologue

Sandra Williams was a very happy child. Her parents were very wealthy and gave her everything she ever wanted. She was an only child, her mother had had trouble during her birth and ended up loosing the ability to have more children. Sandra was enough for her however. Of course she had wanted more children, but was content with the one she had.

Sandra grew up knowing only that she was loved. Her parents showered her with love, as well as any toy a child could ever want. She even had a horse of her own that she named Jack. He was a beautiful blue roan gelding with white socks and a white stripe between his eyes and down his nose. She had been riding since she was ten and loved the feel of the wind in her face as she rode.

When she was twelve her body began to develop into a woman. At first it was just hair growing where it didn’t used to. She really hadn’t noticed at first but one day her mother saw her wearing a tank top and the dusting of fine hairs under her arms. Seeing this, her mother took her up to the bathroom and told her to strip. Confused Sandra did as her mother told her. It was then that her mother pointed out the faint hairs her daughter was growing. For the first time she truly looked at herself critically in the mirror.

Her mother showed her how to shave under her arms and even the fine hair on her legs. (She had yet to develop any hair on her volva.) As she did this she told her daughter about other developments she would undergo as she got older. A month later her chest began to ache and swell her mother had told her that she would start to develop breast soon. But didn’t warn her that they might ache. She told her mother about the aching and once again had her take her shirt off and show her. Immediately her mother saw the little swells of the girls develop chest. The two of them went out to buy Sandra’s first training bra. Sandra wore bras ever since. They helped to reduce the ache, but before long they were too tight and her mom bought her her first full A-cup bra.

Two months later she noticed hair was beginning to grow on her volva as well as her legs. Her mother hadn’t taught her anything about shaving there, but since she was shaving her legs anyway, she thought that she might as well shave to. She didn’t know that her mother didn’t shave there but then she had never seen her mother naked before. She just assumed that she was supposed to shave there too.

A month before her thirteen birthday, as her mother had told her it would someday happen, she had her first period. Her mother had had the foresight to purchase pads months before and had even shown her how to put them into her panties. Before telling her mother that she had started she put one in her panties. Her mother was excited that her little girl was growing up. They went out for a special dinner that night to celebrate.

That night something happened that Sandra hadn’t expected. The young man who waited on them was quite good looking, and she experienced her first sexual thought about a guy. She didn’t reveal this to her mother though. She was too embarrassed. Over the next several weeks she began to think more and more about it. Every time she did she got a tingling sensation between her legs. One day she and her mother went for a walk at the nearby park. Sandra saw a cute boy about her age. He was playing football with some other boys in the park. She and her mother had stopped at a picnic bench, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of the boy. Her mother teased her about liking the boy. All too soon the two of them left the park and headed home.

That night, for the first time, she dreamed about a boy. Yeah her mom had told her about the “birds and bees” but she’d never thought much about it till now. Before this she had always thought that boys were yucky. But this morning she woke up to a wetness between her legs. At first she thought her period had come early, but when she got to the bathroom the liquid she found down there was milky clear, not bloody. She thought about the boy three or four times that day and every time she felt an itchy sensation down there. She found that if she rubbed it it felt better. By the time her fourteenth birthday arrived she was rubbing at least a three or four times a week, usually more. At times, especially around the mid point between her monthly cycles, she would rub herself a couple times a day.

The Accident

Three months after her fourteenth birthday, she and her parents were driving home from a restaurant. They entered a crossroads on a green light when a car ran the red light. The other car hit them broadside. Both of her parents were killed instantly. Had she been sitting on the other side of the car she might have been as well, but fortunately for her she wasn’t. She did however spend more than a week in the hospital, though none of her injuries were life threatening.

At the hospital

The only remaining family that Sandra had was her father’s stepbrother, Sam. It had been rumored that he was in the mob, but no one could ever prove it. He was, like her father, very well off. In fact he owned and lived on an island in the South Pacific. For that reason she had only seen him three or four times in her life.

As soon as he had been notified of the accident, he went straight to the hospital where Sandra was. It had taken him only three days to get there. That was probably a record for him, as he had to take his seaplane to the west coast and get another flight from there to the midwest where Sandra and her parents lived. She was still hospitalized for a week and a half after he got there. During that time he rarely left her bedside. When he did it was only because the doctors and nurses made him do it, even then he didn’t leave the hospital. He actually sweet talked a couple of the nurses into letting him shower in the nurses changing room. He ate all his meals there at the hospital cafeteria or in the room with Sandra. He was the picture of the perfect uncle.

When she got out of the hospital he stayed with her helping her with everything. He was even the one to make all the arrangements for her parents funeral. After the funeral he helped her pack all of her clothes and things she wanted to take with her. He knew that most of the clothes would be too hot at his home but let her take them anyway. He even let her take her cell phone despite the fact that it would be useless on the island. Unfortunately they would not be able to take her horse, Jack, with them. He made arrangements for the house to go to a children’s amusement park where he would be well cared for.

It was summertime so there wasn’t any school books or classes to worry about. Once everything that they could take was packed the two of them headed for the airport. They took the plane to the west coast and boarded his seaplane. They arrived at his island around midnight, left most of the things in the seaplane, and went to the house to sleep.

The island

The next morning they unloaded the plane and put everything away. Sandra soon learned that all most everything she had to wear was too uncomfortably hot to wear on the island.

She went to Sam and said, exasperatedly, “Everything I brought to wear is too hot.” Sam replied, “You could always wear what I normally do.” “What’s that,” she asked? He gave her a knowing look, and said, “What nature gave me.” At first it didn’t hit her then she blushed and said, “You, You mean???” Unable to finish the sentence. Smiling he said, “Up until now I have been the only one here on the island, with exception of the occasional delivery of food and things, of course I always get dressed when I’m expecting deliveries. The only reason I haven’t done it up till now is that I didn’t want to make you nervous or scare you.” “You could dress as I normally do, or I can order you some weather appropriate clothes. It’s up to you.”

She thought about his last statement for a moment. The idea intrigued her. The thought of going around naked embarrassed, but excited her as well. She said? “I’ll think about it. But could you go ahead and order some clothing anyway? After all I will here during deliveries too and wouldn’t want anyone else to see me that way.” In a lower voice she added, “I’m not even sure I could do it in front of you.” A thought occurred to her and she had to ask, “What about during,,, you know that,,, um,,, time of the month. I am due to start in a few days.”

He laughed and said, “That’s just a part of nature. You can choose to just let it happen, or wear your panties and a pad. You can even just use a tampon, if you want. It would stay in place without having to cover it.” “In fact,” he went on, “no one but you would even know it was there.” What he didn’t tell her was he had been to a few nude beaches and had seen, occasionally, a string dangling out of a woman’s vaginal opening. He paused for a moment, then said, “Or are you concerned about me seeing your nakedness as well? At your age I’m sure that few if any guys have seen you naked before. Is that what concerns you?” Blushing she said, “Well, yeah, a little. But it’s more than that. I mean,, uh,, I haven’t exactly seen a boy that way either. I,, well, one time I did see a boy standing by a tree. I didn’t actually see his,, you know what, but he was peeing and well ... I could see that much anyway, but he kept himself mostly covered.” Without really thinking about what he was saying, he added, “That’s another convenience about being naked here. We are the only ones here. If you need to go, you can just do it wherever you want. You don’t have to try to rush back to the house to do it.”

Though he didn’t know it yet, he was slowly convincing her to go naked. He had planned on introducing her to the nudist lifestyle all along, but wasn’t sure how to do it or if she would even do it at all. He had other plans for her as well, but was planning to move her in that direction slowly. In fact if he got his way, she would do anything he asked of her. Anything at all, or anyone for that matter. But for now he would slowly push her in that direction. He wanted her to think that her eventual sexual-slavery was her own idea, and not his.

Over the course of the next few months she went naked more often than not. He always enjoyed seeing her nude body. She still had A-cup tits but they were growing. He was surprised the first time he saw her naked. He had assumed that he would have to convince her to shave her pubic area to keep it bare, but she was already doing it on her own. That smooth tight slit was beautiful to see and those small firm tits wonderful were equally so. Though he had not yet pushed her into having sex with him yet, she had begun sleeping in his bed every night. It was comforting to her to do so, and he knew that eventually, soon he hoped, he would be having sex with her. He had even begun stroking her body some, always under the guise of giving her a massage. She had even returned the favor a time or two, though she usually avoided his male equipment when she did. He could tell by the way she looked at it however, that she was growing more and more interested in it. It was a little larger in size than most but not overly so.

Sandra’s first time

Two months before her fifteenth birthday, Sam decided to advance her training a little farther. During one of his increasingly frequent massages of her body, he used his fingers to open her slit. Using one finger he gently rubbed up and down her inner pinkness. This caused her to gasp and breathlessly she moaned, “Oh,,, OhGod, what, ahh, are, ahh, you doing? OhGod, that feels good, ahh.” Without warning her body stiffened and spasmed and she cried out, “OhGod, Oh My God, that feels so good. So Good, Ahhhhh.” When she came down from her first ever orgasm, she breathlessly repeated, “What did you do.” He simply said, “You looked like you needed some good relief. So I gave it to you.”

After she had fully recovered for her ever orgasm. She began to give him a massage in return. This time, once she had done the rest of his body, she actively began stroking his shaft. Though she had touched it a time or two in the past, always on accident, but this time she intentionally did it. She wanted to give him the same relief he had given her. It didn’t take long for his shaft to erupt in long streams of his cream. She knew that men produced sperm in order to produce babies because her mother had told her so, but she hadn’t expected this much. It seemed to go on and on forever and his hips twitched with every pulse of his thick cream. As she watched the last of it ooze out of his shaft, it occur to her. She, a year or so ago, had overheard a couple of older girls talking about giving a boy a blowjob and how much they enjoyed the taste of it. Tentatively she leaned over and touched a little of it with her tongue. She swirled it around in her mouth to get a good taste of it. It wasn’t bad a little salty maybe but good. With no encouragement from her uncle, other than the sounds of him moaning, she began to lick the remaining seminal fluid from his body. The more of it she licked up the better she liked it. All too soon, for her anyway, there was none left for her to lick up. She considered jerking him off again to get more of it, but decided against doing it.

A couple of nights later she dreamed that she was having sex with her uncle, or at least what her virginal mind thought sex would be like. She had never done it before so her imagination wasn’t quite as accurate as the real thing would’ve been. She awoke to find that her uncle had his hand in her crotch and, though he appeared to still be asleep, he was running his fingers up and down her slit. He even had a finger going in and out of her virgin opening. She debated about waking him, but at the same time it felt too good to stop. She just lay there as he slowly built her up to an orgasm. Her body began to buck in rhythm with the finger’s movement within her. Finally she couldn’t hold out any longer and screamed out in orgasmic bliss. Of course this didn’t go unnoticed by him. Instead of removing his hand however, he began to work her body up even higher. After her third such peak, all three had come so close together as to be almost one simultaneous one, she passed out for a minute or two.