When mom died my dad was not ready to be both parents. He worked hard and spent a lot of time away from home. I was only twelve so I was of little help in taking care of my little brother. He asked his brother, my Uncle Steve to come and stay with us. I always liked him, he made me laugh and loved playing the tickle monster. He was good for my brother too, he taught him how to play catch and tackle like a linebacker. Dad would have done all these things but he had a family to support and losing mom’s income hurt us a lot. Uncle Steve became our second daddy and we loved him.

As time went by I started to develop as all girls do. By thirteen I was beginning to blossom and my chest took on a new look. I loved having boobies, made me feel so grown up. They were still tiny but they were there and they were mine to keep. By my fourteenth birthday I was a little bigger up there, not a lot but at least they were more rounded. I was also noticing changes in other places like how my butt looked nicer in jeans, and how when I seen certain things or heard selected subject matters I would tingle down below. All these changes came as a delight to me because it meant I was becoming a young woman. All these changes had the boys at school paying more attention to me as well and that was the best part. I liked the boys and because dad has my laptop and phone locked with parental controls the only thing I learned about sex came from what my friends told me or what answers I got from Uncle Steve. Dad treated me like a baby still and it wasn’t fair.

On the last day of school I was invited to the movies with a boy I really liked. During the movie he held my hand and kissed me twice. I liked it so when he asked if he could touch me I let him because I wanted to know how it felt when someone else touches me. He wanted to squeeze my boobs in the movies but I got scared someone would catch us so I asked him to wait until we walked towards home. We cut through the park and when we were where nobody could see us he kissed me again and asked if I would open my shirt so he could see and touch me. I said okay and since I still wasn’t wearing bras all the time I didn’t have one on that night. His hands felt nice and when he kissed them it made them feel even better. He said he liked sucking them and wished I would let him do more. When asked what he said play with my puss. That I wasn’t ready for, I barely touched it myself. I said no and he asked why. I told him he could play with my boobs as much as he liked but that was all. He was mad and said I was just a tease and would tell the other boys I was a waste of time. He made me walk home alone and I cried all the way. Why was he so mean? I let him play with my boobs, why wasn’t that enough?

When I got home Uncle Steve knew something was wrong and he took me in his arms and hugged me as only he could. My brother was in his room and we sat to talk. I knew I could tell him anything, I have always felt comfortable talking about private things with him. I told him everything that happened including me saying it was okay for him to touch my boobs. Uncle Steve didn’t even make a bad face so I knew everything was okay with him. He kept holding me and said when we go on vacation he would help me understand why boys act the way they do. he gave me a kiss and as I went to my room in joking he tapped me on my butt and said no more showing your boobs unless it’s to me little lady. We both laughed and I went up to my room feeling better.

We were going to Uncle Steve’s house on the lake for a week. My cousins were coming too and I couldn’t wait to see them. It was going to be so much fun. Too bad my brother had to miss it but he was going camping with his friend anyway so he would still have fun. That night I packed everything I would need because we had to leave before it was light. Uncle Steve said it was a five-hour drive and I couldn’t wait until all of us were together to have a great time on his boat and learning to water ski. I was so excited I didn’t sleep at all. When Uncle Steve came to wake me up I was sitting on my bed wearing the biggest smile. He told me it was already hot outside so dress in something I would stay cool in. I picked out a nice blue sundress. It was perfect for a car ride and it was thin material and besides I liked how my butt looked when I wore it (giggling).

We would pick my cousins up on the way. They didn’t live close to us so we had a couple hours alone and I brought a trivia game to keep us busy. I didn’t expect to fall asleep thirty minutes into the drive. I guess staying up wasn’t such a good idea. I had a dream I was letting the boy from school touch my boobs again. It felt good just like the first time except this time he had really big hands. He teased my little nipples and they did something they never did before, they got hard and pointed out a little bit. It was a fun thing to happen and I liked how different it felt. The dream had me let him rub my leg too. He went under my dress and was so close to touching me there it made me wake up. When I opened my eyes it was Uncle Steve’s hand on my leg and at first I thought, it’s okay, it’s just Uncle Steve. After a second I wondered why his hand was there so I asked him and he said I was having a dream and he wanted to hold me so if I woke up I would know everything was okay. He was the best and I sat up seeing the sun almost coming up. He said we should be at my cousins house in an hour.

We stopped to use the restrooms at a diner and had an early breakfast. That was when he got the call that one of my cousins had Covid but everyone was exposed so they couldn’t join us this week. Uncle Steve said we could either turn around and go home or keep going and try to have fun with just the two of us. It was a long drive and we were almost there so I said let’s make this fun for us and gave him a high five and after we ate we made our way to his house on the lake.

We had a lot of cleaning to do when we got there. Nobody had been here in almost a year. I was so tires when we finished and he said a quick dip in the stream would make us both feel better. We changed and when I came out wearing a new bikini he looked at me and commented that I wasn’t as little of a girl as he thought. I took it as a compliment because he was after all, Uncle Steve. We went swimming and had some fun horsing around when the string to my top came loose and it folded over in the front. Uncle Steve saw my boobs and I know he looked at them. I fixed it but his smile was different somehow. He never said anything and neither did I but for a second he looked at me with a dirty thought, maybe more than one. It didn’t bother me, even made me feel more grown up than I was having a man see me the way I wanted the boys in school see me. After it was over it never came up again and we stayed in the stream until the sun started to go down. We went inside and dried off and changed. I put on shorts and a tee shirt. He made us burgers on the grille and we sat on the porch and talked. Somehow the subject of boys came up and he asked me if I was sorry I let that one boy touch me. It was an awkward thing to talk about but I didn’t have a mom or a sister and my dad was always working so Uncle Steve was all I had. I said it was yes and no. He looked puzzled.

“Uncle Steve, I want the boys to like me and I did that so he would but when he said he wanted more I got scared. I never did stuff like that, what if he does things to me that hurt or he tells everyone and I get a bad name in school? I guess I am more a baby than I thought. I just wish if someone said something I knew what they meant. Dad locking my phone and laptop makes it hard to search things online. If I ask you something private will you promise not to call me a baby and just tell me so I know”?

Uncle Steve said let’s make a pact, for the next five days we are just friends and we can talk about anything and not be afraid because friends always stand behind and stick up for friends. Nothing is a wrong question or a bad subject, we can be free to be ourselves and who knows, after five days maybe we will be relatives and friends. This is why I loved my Uncle Steve; he was always ready to make things better. I wanted us to shake on it but he said no, we needed something special to bind it and he kissed me. Not any kiss but one on my lips and it lasted a long time. I kissed a couple boys in school but it never felt that way, his kiss I liked a lot. So with us now friends I asked him a question about something I heard two other girls talking about but I didn’t know what it meant.

“Uncle, I mean Steve, what does it mean when a girl says a boy nutted on her? I heard one girl say he did it to her boobs and another say he did it to her face. They aren’t letting boys hit them are they? They didn’t seem to care but I don’t know I want someone hitting my face or my boobs”.

Steve had a little smirk on his face and I felt foolish. He said he was sorry but adults didn’t use that word, only younger people like me did. When I asked him to explain he got really quiet. He said it was a sex thing and did I really want to talk to him about sex. I didn’t know if I did or not but I didn’t have anyone else so I told his yes and not to make things up, just tell me the truth.

Steve told me when a boy or a man nutted it meant he cum. I knew what that was and it made me blush hearing him say it. Then I asked why girls wanted boys to do it on them like that. He said because if they do in during sex there is always the chance of getting pregnant. If they was doing other things it meant letting it in their mouth and some girls didn’t want that either. That I knew to so it made sense but on my face, it sounded disgusting. I did have one more question and I wasn’t sure he would tell me but I asked anyway. I asked him why boys always said they wanted blowjobs. What was so special about receiving one and why did girls like giving them. Now his face turned red and I hugged him and said he didn’t have to answer, I would wait and one day find out. He took my hand and said no, friends tell each other everything and I said we could talk about whatever we wanted but if I answer this you have to answer questions for me too and be honest and try to act like a young adult about it. This time I sealed the deal and I kissed him, and just like he did I kissed him on the lips and this time I felt his mouth open and the tip of his tongue go in my mouth. It was so crazy how much I liked it I tried to do it to him and we ended up kissing for like ten minutes.

When we stopped I was sitting on his lap, just where I ended up during the kiss and he started to tell me why boys and men loved receiving it but didn’t know why girls liked it because he wasn’t a girl. It sounded like something the boys in school would want me to do and I guess if it was the right one I might think about trying it. I put my arms around Steve and asked him if he likes getting blowjobs. He squeezed me tighter and instead of just saying it, he whispered in my ear that yes, he loved how it felt when a girl put her lips around him. I asked when the last time was he had one and he said a long time ago but we should be talking about what I needed to know and not things he has done and enjoyed doing. He was the greatest Uncle; I mean friend a girl could have.

That night it rained and really hard. I got scared from the thunder and ran in his bedroom and jumped up on the bed. I asked if I could stay there and he said he would never refuse me anything and let me get cozy next to him. I felt safe with him but the storm had me wide awake so I just hugged him and stayed quiet. He asked if I was okay and I don’t know, it just came out. I asked Steve if it was a bad thing if I gave him what boys and men liked just to see if I liked it. He put his arms around me and said what I was asking was a really big step for a young girl, I should think hard before doing something for the first time. I said I didn’t want to be a little girl anymore and said I wanted to learn about things. Steve said I should think of smaller things first. He asked if I have even seen or touched a boy yet. I said no but have had it offered before. He said before I say I will do something I should know what to expect. He was being really nice about it but I’m not blind, I could see him jumping around in his shorts. I asked if I could see his, maybe hold it. He said he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea that I learned from him and I leaned across him and put my hand on her shorts and close to his very hard thing. I reminded him he said he wouldn’t refuse me anything and Steve lowered his head and said this is not something to be taken lightly. I moved my hand closer, feeling the tip through his shorts and touching a very big thing. He put my hand on it and showed me how to stroke it gently. He was throbbing and I could tell he liked it when I squeezed him. He made me promise that anything that happened here had to stay between us and never be told or shared with anyone.

Doing this gave me a funny feeling but one that felt good in different places. He looked at me and I remembered it from when my top came off. It wasn’t really a dirty look but he did seem to be saying something with his eyes. If he would take his shorts off the least I could do was take my top off and let him see what he already has. I said he could look at and hold my boobs if I could hold him and he smiled. Steve opened his shorts and I touched my first thing. I lifted my shirt and as soon as he touched them that funny feeling got bigger and I felt something I never felt before, I was leaking down there and stopped touching him and ran to the bathroom. I came back out embarrassed and hid my face in his chest. He asked what happened and I told him everything felt good but I thought I peed myself a little and I felt like a baby. He laughed but I didn’t think it was funny.

He told me what happened is what I should expect, it wasn’t pee, it was my body telling me it was ready to enjoy other things. Steve helped me know so many things tonight and I did touch with him again but I fell asleep because it was so late. When I woke up he was hugging me and I still had my top off. It was okay, I liked not wearing many clothes and sometimes in bed I didn’t wear any. Steve was still sleeping and his thing was smaller but still big enough for me to hold with both hands. He said I should start with small things first, I trusted him but I still wanted to know why girls liked giving blowjobs so before he woke up I put his thing in my mouth and let it sit there. It felt weird and my tongue licked around it all on its own. I didn’t know how to do a blowjob so I just sucked it like a lollipop and it started to grow all by itself. I stopped worried he might wake up and be mad at me for not asking first and I did my morning business and got dressed.

We had breakfast, went out to the dock, and cleaned out his boat, and had a lot of fun all morning. I missed my cousins not being here but Steve was making it just as much fun without them. We went mushroom picking to cook over a fire, we hiked all morning, and he taught me how to leave a trail when we explored someplace new so I wouldn’t get lost. He was awesome and when the day ended and I went to shower before getting ready for bed I asked him if I could kiss him again. It was as good as the day before and this time he let me put my tongue in his mouth. He put his hands on my butt as we kissed and gave my cheeks a gentle squeeze. Nobody ever did that before but it did something good for me. I went to shower and when I got in I touched myself and that pee feeling was back again and when I touched it the feeling got even better so I touched myself a lot and it made me sticky. I didn’t really know what it meant but I do know that I would try to make it feel that way again soon. I got dressed, a tee shirt only and went to have ice cream with Steve.

We liked sitting on the porch because it overlooked the stream. It was nice out tonight, not to warm and no bugs flying around. We sat in the glider swing and now it was his turn to ask me questions. He said if they were too private I could just say I didn’t want to answer. I reminded him we were friends all week and he could ask me anything. He asked me how often I masturbated. I was embarrassed because I know the girls in school talk about that a lot and I didn’t even know what the word meant. I couldn’t even look at him when I told him but he took me in his arms and said not all girls start at the same time and I asked him to explain to me what it was and how I do it. Turns out what happened in the shower is exactly what and how. I felt a little better and I told him what I did and asked him if he wanted to watch me do it again but first he had to kiss me to make it start. He did and while kissing me he caressed my boobs. He did things to my buttons that felt so good and I felt that moistness start. I sat back and lifted my tee shirt showing him me down there. He said I was a work of priceless art and I did like I did in the shower. It was even better this time because Steve kept playing with my boobs and even lifted my tee and I said he could take it off. There were no other houses so being naked was not a big deal and it was great for me.

He said we should go inside and do this on the bed where we could both be comfortable. He walked behind me and said I had a cute butt. He was right, on the bed I could open my legs more and he could sit next to me and play with both my boobs at the same time. He pulled my buttons a little and they made points again. He said they were so precious he wanted to kiss them and when he did his tongue twirled around my buttons and the stickiness between my legs was increasing and I was so slippery now. He asked if he could try and I let him. Steve was even better at it than I was and he put my hand on him and asked me to stroke his cock. I never used that word before but I did know what he wanted and when he was wicked hard I said I was ready to do more and asked if he would let me put him in my mouth. He was so much bigger than when I did it this morning. He asked I wait until I was sure it was something I was ready to try. I said I was.