His finger was trying to enter my thing.
“sorry dear” He apologized. I nodded in acceptance and he continued his speech of not allowing anybody to touch me.
I looked at him in confusion.
‘Why would anyone want to touch me Uncle?’ I asked, with the innocence of a ten year old.
He stared at me intently, ‘People will try and take advantage of you.’
Was he my secret Father I thought to myself suddenly? Was that why he was warning me about other people?
‘Come closer to me little dear, let us read that story’ he said, as he held up the book and opened a random page.
He was nice, this Uncle put his hand between my laps and drew me closer to himself.
I moved nearer and basked in the scent of his aftershave, it wasn’t something I had experienced before. Was this how Daddy’s smelt like?
It was the kind of scent that made me feel warm, safe and protected. I felt nothing of it when he pulled me closer and lightly brushed his hand across my little hard buds.
I felt strange and light headed, my buds tingled. He brushed against them again.
‘Do you like it? He asked me.
Something strange happened they became hard and heavy. I could feel the little stones on my chest getting excited. I saw him looking at my chest, while I saw something nodding just inside his trouser.
The area between my legs, where I wee wee felt strange and heavy. It ached, I felt like touching it to help relieve the strange feeling I was experiencing.
The Uncle kept on staring at me, he lifted my chin up so that I could see his face or for him to watch me I couldn’t say.
He brushed his hands against them again, this time a bit more firmly. This time the stirring felt like an itch that I just had to scratch. I wiggled around on his thigh, to alleviate the strange itch.
‘How does it feel?’ he asked, watching me intently, as he brushed his hand against my cheek. Like the child I was.
I felt confused and excited, but I felt good. I wasn’t being slapped or screamed at by my Mum.
‘It is tingling, Uncle. It feels nice.’ I replied.
He moved his hand under my polo shirt and gently pinched my buds. My breathing changed, I felt strange.
But it felt so good, I felt liked.
This man was hugging me and making me feel good.
I was worried about my Mum coming out but he kept on pinching my buds.
‘Do you like it?’ he spoke gently in my ear while watching me. The scent of his aftershave intoxicating my awakening senses.
‘Yes,’ I whispered back at loss, I didn’t understand what was happening.
Was he my Father? Was this how Fathers made their children feel better when they were sad?
‘Do you need me to touch you here?’ he asked me, as he pointed to the area where the itch was between my legs.
‘Yes please, Daddy please,’ the words unconsciously slipped out of my lips.
I wished he was my Dad, I had such a naïve view of what a Father was.
He put his hand there between my legs, he kept on touching me there, through my pants. Until all of a sudden the most extraordinary feeling came over me. I felt happy as this strange feeling washed over me.
I did not realise or understand what had just happened to me, all I knew was that this man could be my Daddy as he made me feel so nice and special. While he was touching me right between my pee pee hole,
To Be Continued!!