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Hello, my name is Paul. I'm a 37-year-old Electrical-Design-Consultant from Minnesota. I guess that it might help you if you know a bit more about me before we go on, so . . .
     I was born and raised in a little town called Jemeston. It's about twenty minutes south of St. Paul. It's a little rural community of less than 50,000 people. I enjoyed a happy childhood that included all of the latest gadgets and toys that my father's job allowed us to have. He was a research scientist for a company called Bell Labs. In other words, we had all sorts of funny looking little boxes and wires throughout the house when I was growing up. 
     My brother, David, was two years older than me. We were constantly picking on each other. When I was in the third grade, I was an inch taller than he was and he resented me because of it. He did almost anything to try to get me into trouble, but it usually just backfired on him. David finally stopped trying to compete with me when he graduated from High-school and moved out of state to go to N.Y.U. 
     Things started getting interesting just after my seventeenth birthday. That's when I received a full scholarship to M.I.T. It meant that I would be following in my father's footsteps. I spent the next four years getting acquainted with all of the fundamentals of electrical and electronic laws and components, but my love was of a fairly new field called Photo-Electronics. 
     I had a degree in electrical engineering by my twenty-first birthday. That was far from the end of my educational experience though. I spent another four years getting my master's and only two more until my doctoral thesis was published: "Advanced Fiber-Optic/Laser-Fusion Techniques." Not the sort of reading that one usually does at the breakfast table over a cup of coffee.
     I never really made the time for much of a social life, but that didn't bother me. I had a theory that I would be able to create 'Fusion-Collision generated holographic tactile images' and that was more than enough for me. What that long string of words means is nothing more than a hologram (a 3-D picture) that can actually have a temporary mass, (or be touched.) I was twenty-seven years old and hadn't taken the time to think that I might want a wife someday. Being forced out of academia did bring that thought to my mind.
     With a little bit of creative financing, and the help of a really good accountant, I had managed to legally divert funds from several of my grants toward the purchase of my home. (That was right after I finished my Masters.) The entire basement was a laboratory, so the people who had given the money got more than they had really bargained for. Eighteen or twenty hour days were not uncommon for me back then.
     Now that I was out in the real world, I found that my laboratory was an essential part of life. Not to mention the outrageous expense of renting, or having to pay for a place of my own, that it saved me from having to deal with. I was able to work whenever I wanted.
     I developed several superior fiber-optic improvements that I was handsomely paid for, but I had nothing or no one to spend the money on. It seemed kind of ironic. I had spent all of that time bettering myself so that I could have a better life, only to find that I had no life at all!
     By the time that I was thirty, I had learned to deal with the vanity and shallowness of the majority of the women I dated. In fact, I learned how much fun it could be to turn their greed and self-importance around on them. One of these cases was a young lady named Veronica Speers. She was twenty-five, 5'3" tall, beautiful green eyes, dark-brown hair that went past her butt when she stood, and the body of a ballerina. Veronica was hot! The problem was that she knew it.
     Veronica had snubbed me on several of our dates and I was getting pissed off about it. What I did to her was unfair, but it did make me feel better. We were at a comedy club in Boston. It was a Saturday night and the place was packed. If you're not familiar with comedy clubs, they usually have monitors located on both sides of the stage. I had done some 'special' wiring for those monitors. 
     When Veronica started being a bitch and hitting on some other guy, I pressed the button on my custom remote and whammo! A small camera in Veronica's shoe-buckle started transmitting an interesting image to the monitor screens. The picture was a bit dark, but it was obvious what was being seen. The crowd started to roar, but Veronica was too busy flirting to notice that it was her lack of panties that everyone was laughing at. When she did figure it out, she ran into the women's room. The bright lights in there just made everything clearer. It took her at least five minutes to realize that the image hadn't gone away just because she had left the room. (Just goes to show you how bright this lady was.) 
     Poor little Veronica finally figured out how I'd done it. She stormed back into the club's main room and threw the shoe at me. The crowd roared and I bowed repeatedly. I later found out that she'd gone to an attorney to try to sue me for what I'd done, but without the shoe she didn't have a chance of proving anything. (I removed the wiring from the monitors right after the show.)        Events like that became rather boring and I decided to get back into my work. I would spend hours in my lab working on my 3-D image idea. Sometimes I would go a day or two without sleep, but it didn't really seem to bother me. Four days after my thirty-fourth birthday I had a breakthrough. I had managed to create photonic collisions in the pattern that I had established. The only problem was that it produced incredible amounts of heat. Even when I reduced the output on the lasers to a minuscule amount, there was way too much heat for a clear image. It was something like the view of a mirage in the desert.
     I spent the next two years experimenting with colors of light. The expense was incredible, but I'd simply feed one of the major photo-electronic companies one of my minor discoveries and the funds came rolling in. With those funds, I was able to refine my device into a functional working model. I had created what I had devoted myself to making.
     Six months ago I had a working model that required only 2048 fiber-optic outputs and one high-output, high-speed, multi-photonic laser battery. (It's kind of like an old Gatling gun that uses lasers for barrels and light for bullets.) The whole projection unit was about the size of a sheet of thick plywood. When fully assembled, the platform was roughly four feet wide by eight feet long by an inch thick. At each of the four corners of the platform, was a ten-foot high segmented post with 256 fiber-optic outputs. Unassembled, it broke down into four pieces that were two feet by four feet long. The laser battery, posts, and computer fit nicely in a footlocker that I had modified, insulated, and fit with rubber wheels. The only real problem for making the unit portable was finding a 440-Volt electrical outlet.
     What all of this meant was that I was not only able to take three dimensional holographic pictures, but I was also able to recreate those pictures in such a way that they could physically be touched. By placing 256 fiber-optic outputs, each with 2048 independent sub-fibers, on each of the four panels and each of the four posts, I was able to record or recreate images up to ten feet tall. 
     The first of my tangible pictures was of a coat rack. It held my jacket for seven days before I finally decided it worked well enough. By changing the colors of the light being used, I was able to actually get all of the wrinkles out while I was at it! The temperature range that I could create was anything from nine and a half degrees to eight hundred and seventeen degrees Fahrenheit. (After several accidents, I adjusted the controls to a maximum of one hundred fifteen degrees Fahrenheit.)
     I knew the potential of my device long before it was an actuality. Because of this, I wanted to have several thousand recorded images before I went on to commercial marketing. If it were at all possible, I wanted to prevent any and all military use by hitting the market with so many of the units that its commercial uses would outnumber any military applications.
     I recorded every kind of animal, vegetable, and mineral that I could fit on the platform. Then I moved up to human subjects. (The animals were more manageable than the people!) Once the nondisclosure agreements, modeling contracts, and numerous other legal documents were all signed, I went on to record everything.
     My goal was to catalog at least ten male and ten female subjects from every general age group. The first were of babies. They didn't really seem to like having their eyes taped shut, but it was the only way to convince the parents that there wouldn't be any retinal damage as a result of laser light. (Oh yes, most of the parents insisted on being present because the images had to be done completely nude.) The same was true of the four to six-year-olds, the seven to nine-year-olds, the ten to thirteen year olds, and so on. Although, many of the parents of the older children were satisfied when I showed them that I could record my own image with no damage to my eyes. I honestly think that their main concern was taken care of by the heavily secured laboratory door. 
     Of course there has to come a glitch in every invention. The first major glitch that I encountered was a rather interesting one. Due to the nature of light, the device recorded everything and everywhere that light could possibly get to. Everything from the inside of the model's ears to halfway down their throat was recorded. This included the inside of a woman's vagina, and sometimes more. 
     I had set the recording temperature at 98.6 degrees, so that none of the models would really feel anything from the light. It seemed like the right thing to do and it had worked very well for everyone up to the last of the twenty-two to twenty-eight-year-old female models. Then the glitch hit. When the next model, her name was Julie, stood and placed her feet on the line where she was instructed, I started recording. Unfortunately, the hard drives were nearly full on the RAIDS. The result was a phantom partial image of the previous model's vagina. As if that wasn't bad enough, the temperature for that phantom image jumped ten degrees.
     The end result was a phantom image of the previous model's vagina being superimposed inside of Julie's vagina at 108.6 degrees Fahrenheit. I couldn't really do much except to wait for the series to run through and hope that the phantom cleared when it got to the same point. Luckily for Julie, the entire process of 4096 passes took less than four seconds. I didn't think that she'd even know it had happened.
     Fearing a lawsuit, among other things, I asked Julie if she was all right. She was none the worse for wear and even seemed amused by the whole event. Then she expressed concern about feeling a constant pressure in a location that she had not expected. I did something very foolish. I explained what had happened. She was disturbed when she found that there was an image of another woman's vagina inside of her for four seconds, but she didn't really say much more than that. Then she asked what variables could be applied.
     I wasn't sure of exactly what variables she meant. Julie, a petite little model, got blunt, "Is some guy going to be able to fuck this image of me?" The thought had never even entered my mind before. I shook my head furiously. "No! No! No! That's not what this is about!" I continued. I guess the look on my face was convincing enough to make her realize that I'd never even thought of that. "Could you do it?" she asked, as she put a robe on. "I hadn't really thought of it." I replied. "Um, I could change the matrix to allow for expansion and contraction though." I continued without thinking. Julie just starred at me. "Uh, yeah, I could do it." I told her.
     Talk about marketing potential! I had already recorded nineteen of the most beautiful models in the area. What would guys pay for the ability to have sex with the model of their choice? I knew that there was big money to be made from this! 
     Julie asked if she'd be paid extra because I had to record the image again. I told her that I didn't know. Then I told her  that I would take care of it if she had any problems getting paid. I gave Julie my business card, wrote my personal phone number on the back,  and told her that I wouldn't allow anyone access to her 'body' without her express written permission. With that, she got dressed and left.
     For the next few days, when I wasn't recording images, I was writing new program code to allow for the variables needed in a sexual encounter. I took everything into account for breasts, lips, and of course the more intimate details as well. It took me several weeks to create a truly interactive sexual encounter for my device. When my programming was completed, I did what any good scientist does. I tried it myself! 
     I adorned a condom to prevent any fluids from being spilled on the equipment and then it began. 'Julie' came to life in ways that a man can normally only dream about. Subtle variations in temperature and density made her more lifelike than lifelike, as long as my eyes were closed. The image of Julie responded to every action that I made. I had adjusted the pass count from 4096 to 256, so I was recording my own position as Julie's image was being projected. In short, the process was a complete success.
     I refined the data to create what amounted to nothing more than a large spill tray. By superimposing the image of a nineteenth-century bathtub onto the incoming data, I was able to capture and divert any bodily fluids that might otherwise interfere with the optics on the platform. While I was at it, I adapted Julie's image to include a control panel. It was nothing fancy, but the touch pad would make it possible to change routines by simply pressing a square on a tactile-hologram.
     After continued refinements and several hundred new images had been taken, the sexual applications of my device were ready for almost any circumstance. I had included both male and female images, made allowances for 'size' preferences, and so on. By typing in your height, weight, sexual preferences, and such, the computer would automatically select the image best suited to your needs.
     The project was ready, but I wasn't. I had been working nonstop for the past month and I needed a vacation. I was the only one who knew what my device was being used for, so I had no fears about taking a small trip to the mountains of Vermont with my brother and his family.
     David, his wife Clarice, I called her "Cute Li'l Shit" for obvious reasons, their two daughters, Mary-Beth and Joanne (eleven and thirteen years old respectively), and I, went to a relaxing mountain cabin that had been in our family for several generations. It is a beautiful log cabin that can comfortably sleep twelve people. With only the five of us, it was downright spacious. My father had converted the smallest back-bedroom into a modern bathroom several years before, so we had all of the comforts of home.
     On the second night that we were there, Clarice and Dave explained difficulties within their marriage that I never would have expected. Dave insisted that the information was never to leave the room. At that point, I thought that the conversation was going to have something to do with the fact that Clarice couldn't have kids of her own. They had adopted Mary-Beth and Joanne because of it. My guess was wrong. Both Dave and Clarice  were very career oriented people. They had more or less forgotten who each other were over the past few years of their marriage. They had even discussed divorce, but knew that wouldn't help the situation. What they wanted was some time together to see if they couldn't rekindle the romance that had faded from a lack of use.
     After hearing about the difficulties that my brother and his wife were having, I suggested that they leave the girls with either our parents or me. Clarice smiled and said, "We were really hoping that you'd offer to do something like that." I smiled back and retorted, "For you, Cute Li'l Shit, I'd hogtie this bear of a husband that you've got, throw him in your trunk, drive the two of you to the top of this mountain, and leave you both stranded with each other if I thought it would help!" Dave quietly replied, "She's already thought of that and it's NOT an option!" We all roared with laughter.
     "Okay, so how long are we talking about here?" I asked. Dave meekly eked out, "A month." You've got to know my brother to understand that you know there's trouble when he's meek. "A month?" I asked. They both nodded. As I thought of how I would need to rearrange my schedule, Clarice said, "Now Paul, you don't have to do this. We'll understand! A month is a very long time and we know it!" I shook my head and said, "Oh no, it's not a problem; I'm just thinking of how I can rearrange things so that the girls won't be bored."
     The rest of the vacation was a joy. With the pressure of finding someone to take care of their little ones off their minds, my brother and his wife were like two school-kids with crushes on each other. It was great. Even the girls commented on how nice it was to see their parents enjoying themselves so much.
     When the vacation was over, I knew that I only had a week to get ready for my house-guests. I'd had the kids stay before, but never for any real length of time. This was going to be an adventure. The last thing that I did before the girls arrived was to close and lock the door to my lab. I knew that there was no way that even the two of them could get in there without my key and passcode. I thought that a month of doing nothing would probably be good for me anyway.
     The refrigerator and freezer were both stocked with all of the junk that kids like to eat. I bought a case of Hostess Cupcakes, Umpteen frozen pizzas, bags of potato chips, dips, and anything else that I thought that their parents would disapprove of. It was great! (I feel that it's an uncle's duty to spoil the hell out of his brother's kids. It's also a great source of revenge when they say, "But Uncle Paul let us have it," or, "But Uncle Paul let us do it.")
     Clarice and Dave stopped by briefly on their way across the country. The kids' tears from their parents' departure were replaced with smiles and laughter, as soon as they learned what was in store for them. I set down my rules. Rule number 1: Ask and I'll probably say okay. Rule number 2: Knock on a door before entering if the door is closed. Rule number 3: Just because your parents don't let you, it doesn't mean that I won't. Rule number 4: No other kids in the house without my permission. Rule number 5 (an important one): Don't leave the house without asking me and letting me know about it first. That was about it for my rules. Rules one and three were especially popular.
     If you don't know much about young girls, there's one thing that attracts them like a magnet. That one thing is young boys. "Uncle Paul, can we go to the beach again today?" was the standard morning request for the first two weeks. I didn't mind though. There's really only one beach that's worth going to from where I live. It's called, of all things, "Captain's Beach." There is a legend that goes with the name but I've either forgotten it or never knew it to begin with. Either way, the beach is on a fairly large lake named "Mowsutter." It's about a twenty minute drive from the house, so traffic was no problem. Both Mary-Beth and Joanne seemed to enjoy the attention of all of the boys at the beach.
     I suppose that a description of the kids might be helpful here. Mary-Beth is an average eleven-year-old in every sense of the word. She is just under five feet tall, I guess that she weighs about eighty-five pounds, and a two-by-four has more of a shapely figure than she does. Her long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes make all of the boys want to talk to her no matter what her figure is like though. Now Joanne is another story altogether. She is anything but an average thirteen-year-old girl. She's almost five foot four inches tall, weighs somewhere around a hundred and five pounds, and has the bust of someone four years older than she is. She has long brown hair, green eyes, and a personality that never ceases to get her into trouble.
     With that in mind, I half-expected one of the older boys to start putting the moves on Joanne right away. Amazingly enough, it was Mary-Beth who got into trouble. I caught her and one of the older boys, named Randy, playing "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours" in a boat shed. The boy was terrified when I walked in and shouted. I blocked the doorway so that he couldn't run past. Mary-Beth just sat and cried.
     I did my best to keep a stern look on my face and not bust out laughing. Randy promised everything short of giving up a kidney if I wouldn't tell his parents what he had done. I settled for his promise that he would never do anything like that again. He bolted out the door when I told him that I was trusting him and to go home and think about what he'd done.
     Mary-Beth was a different story. It took me almost ten minutes just to get her to stop crying. Once that amazing feat was accomplished, I asked her why she'd done it. "I don't know" followed up with a good shoulder shrug was all that she could think of. I asked her if her parents had talked with her about things like this and she told me that Clarice had. We agreed not to talk about it until I'd had time to think of what to do. We also agreed that Joanne didn't have to know, at least not unless her parents thought it was necessary.
     As you can guess, the rest of the day wasn't much fun for Mary-Beth. She was too busy worrying, about what was going to happen to her, to have much fun. Joanne was oblivious to the whole thing. 
     Right after dinner, I told Mary-Beth that we needed to talk. I did it in such a way that Joanne didn't know what was going on. Joanne was just getting into a movie that we'd rented and didn't seem to mind watching it alone for a while. My discussion with Mary-Beth was brief. I told her that I wouldn't tell her parents if she promised never to do it again. She heartily agreed. Then we hugged and she went to watch the movie with her sister.
     A few minutes after my conversation with Mary-Beth was over, the phone rang. It was Julie. (The model) She asked if it would be all right if she came over for a minute to discuss something. I asked her what it was but she didn't want to talk about it on the phone. I said, "Sure, c'mon over then." Julie thanked me and then we hung up. Within a half hour, Julie rang the doorbell. Both girls raced to be the first to answer the door. I took a moment to introduce everyone and then Julie and I went back to my study. 
     Julie started, "I know this might sound crazy, but I just can't keep from worrying that someone might be able to do something with that picture thing that you made of me." I smiled and waited for her to finish. She continued, "Is there any way that I can give you your money back and get the picture from you?" I chuckled and answered, "There's no problem with that, but you don't need to give me any money back." Julie looked surprised. I continued, "I was only using the image for a chart comparison so it's not really necessary for me to keep it anymore anyway." "Really?" she asked. "Really." I replied and smiled.
     I took Julie to the door to my lab, swiped my key, entered the passcode, and took her inside. It took a few minutes to power everything up. Then I pulled up her name on the screen. "Julie Nelson, right?" I asked. She nodded. I entered a few more commands and showed Julie what she thought was her file. "That says it's fifty-four gigabytes?", Julie asked. I nodded and said, "Uh Huh. Pretty big files, aren't they?" Julie agreed. Then I went through the motions of showing her how I was deleting her file. It took a few moments and then returned a "File Deleted" prompt. 
     "That's it?" Julie asked. "Yep, it's gone forever now." I replied. Then I asked, "Feel better?" She smiled a beautiful smile, thanked me, and then kissed me on the cheek. "I would have done it sooner if I'd known you were going to do that," I said laughingly. Then I listed a directory to show her that there was no trace of a file named Julie Nelson. She carefully scanned the names and then stopped when it got to Chris Matthews. She asked, "Is this Chris Matthews from our modeling agency?" I wasn't sure but I said, "Probably. Yeah."
     Julie's next question made things a bit tricky. She asked if she could see what it looked like. I told her that I'd have to read the model release form but that I thought it would be okay as long as she signed a nondisclosure agreement about not discussing anything that she saw with him or anyone else. She agreed. I read the release form and it looked like I had all rights for private display, so I gave her a nondisclosure agreement to sign.
     When I hit the display key, a multicolored image of Chris Matthews appeared on the platform. He looked to be a well-built guy in his mid-twenties. He was twenty-four to be exact. Julie looked at me with puppy-dog eyes and I didn't wait for her to ask. I said,  "Sure, go ahead and touch it. I've got to go in the other room for a minute anyway." I got another kiss on the cheek and Julie cautiously approached the image.
     I went to the store room to get some scrap fiber-optic and a few plastic lenses for the kids to play with. I gave Julie about five minutes with the image and then I returned. She was fondling 'his' balls when I walked back in, so I walked back out and made noise before returning. She was still fondling 'his' balls. "It's so lifelike when you touch it except that it doesn't give like real skin does," Julie told me. I nodded and said, "It can be made to do that too. Remember when you asked me about that before?" Julie just nodded again. It was against my better judgement, but I thought "What the hell?"
     "Want to have him come to life for you?" I asked. "Sure, if you can!" Julie replied. I pressed a few buttons, made sure that the 'spill tray' was left absent, and brought the image of Chris Matthews to life for her. I had forgotten to remove the remote control pad though. "Oh my God!" Julie exclaimed, as the image became more 'alive' for her. I asked, "Like it?" "It's just like a real man!" she exclaimed. I smiled and told her to push the top left button on the pad while she held the image's penis in her hand. She hesitated for a moment but then pushed the button.
     Julie's hand flew off of the image as the limp penis began to turn into a fully erect cock. "That feels too real! This is weird!" Julie shouted. I laughed and told her that's what it was supposed to be like. I knew her next question before she even asked it, but I waited for her to ask. "Can I . . .  I mean, Can you . . .  I mean, will it work?" she shakily asked. I nodded and answered, "It will work any way that you want it to work." She stood there stunned, shook her head, and said, "Woah! This is really intense! Do you know what you could do with something like this?" I nodded and replied, "If they'd had something like this in sex-ed class, I'd never have left high school!" 
     It took Julie a minute to catch the little joke in what I'd said, but she finally giggled when the awe of what she'd just felt wore off. Then she said, "Cute Paul." I smiled proudly. Her next question caught me off guard, "What's something like this cost to make?" I hadn't really expected a question like that from her. I answered, "Just a little under 2-Million, I guess." She looked a bit startled and said, "I guess I won't be getting one of these for Christmas!" I smiled and told her that I didn't think that they'd be for sale for a few years anyway.
     I told Julie that my nieces were probably getting restless upstairs, and that unless she wanted to spend the night in my lab, we'd have to go upstairs. She waited for a minute as if making a decision. I had to say, "That was a joke Julie," for her to get the idea that this was not an option. At least it was not an option while my nieces were in town. Julie shook her head as if to wake herself and then said, "Oh. Oh yeah. No problem." She walked away from the platform and I pushed the button to power down the system.
     I asked, "Julie, if you're really interested in this, would you like to stop by sometime when my nieces are gone and see how everything really works?" She didn't hesitate for a moment. "Yeah. When?" she asked. I answered, "They leave in a couple of weeks. How about then?" "Why not before then," she asked in an impatient tone. I replied, "Well, I'm just really careful around them. I wouldn't want them to stumble in here and see two images going at it or anything, ya know?" Julie nodded. "I guess you're right. I don't have any kids so I don't know what they are allowed to see and not see anymore, ya know?" she asked. I agreed with her, she pulled the lab door shut,  and then we went back upstairs.
     Julie said her goodnights and away she went. We'd only been down in the lab for about forty-five minutes, and the girls were glued to the TV screen. I thought that the real Julie might be at least as much fun to get it on with as the one that I'd created. I really wanted to make that comparison.
     Eleven o'clock rolled around and the girls looked sleepy. I suggested that they go to bed, but I hadn't ever really given them a set bedtime. They agreed, each gave me a little kiss on the cheek and a hug, and headed off to their rooms. I was sleepy too, so I had a quick glass of water and then went in and crashed.
     I woke up at about 3:30am to the faint sound of giggling. I looked at the clock and knew that whoever was awake would be grouchy if she didn't get some sleep, so I got up. I followed the sound and expected it to lead me to one of the two girls' bedrooms. That was not where it was leading me. I thought to myself, "Oh shit no!" I crept down the stairs to my lab to see how bad it was.
     It wasn't just one of the girls. It was both of them. My heart sunk when I saw what was going on. Somehow one of the girls had gotten one of the male routines running. It was running so well that Joanne was bent over and being pumped by a hologram. What's more, she knew what she was doing. She was enjoying it. Mary-Beth was just sitting in front of her watching the whole process and giggling occasionally.
     I wanted to walk in and stop it, but I was afraid of what that might do. Mary-Beth said, "Push the middle one again." Joanne did and gasped. Mary-Beth asked, "Is it really good?" "You've got to try it again with this one, Mary-Beth." Joanne replied. They had both done it! Oh my God! What had I allowed to happen? I sat on the step and watched as my little thirteen-year-old niece got laid by a nonentity. 
     The keys on the keypad were simple for the male image. The top left changed the penis from limp to erect. The top middle made the penis longer. The top right made the diameter of the whole penis increase. The middle left button made the penis pulsate. The middle button made the head of the penis swell or contract. The middle right button made the diameter of the whole penis decrease. The bottom left button increased thrusting. The bottom middle button made the penis shorter. The bottom right decreased thrusting.
     Joanne had found out what each of these buttons did. I watched her have several powerful orgasms. Then I watched Mary-Beth do the same thing. I learned, in those few moments, that both of my nieces were far from being virginal. This was not the first time or there would have been bleeding. I was hurt, angry with myself, and disappointed. I walked back to my bedroom and hoped that I'd wake up to find that it was all only a nightmare. I didn't sleep much that night, if at all. 
     When I did get up, I put on my robe and then checked the girls' rooms. They were each in their beds sleeping soundly. Then I went downstairs to check the door to the lab. It was securely locked. I thought to myself, "The girls would certainly have tried to leave it open if they had done what I thought that they had, now wouldn't they?" There was no doubt that the door was secure. Maybe it had been a nightmare after all. I relaxed and began to feel very sleepy. I lay on the couch for a moment and fell asleep almost immediately.
     I woke to the sound of Joanne's voice. She was pushing on my arm and saying, "C'mon Uncle Paul, we let you sleep enough. It's almost 1:00 in the afternoon!" I had been asleep on the couch since about seven in the morning. That was almost six hours of sleep! I was groggy for a few minutes and then I asked what was going on. Joanne informed me that she and Mary-beth had been up since 7:30 and that I hadn't even been bothered when they turned on cartoons. 
     My memory of the events of the previous night came back to me, but now I was sure that it was only a nightmare. I immediately said, "Okay new rule time. Rule number six is that neither of you goes downstairs, okay? I had a really bad nightmare about something and I'd just feel better if you don't try to go in the lab, okay?" They both agreed and my day started.
     "Okay, where's my coffee?" I asked. "Yeah right!" Mary-Beth replied. Joanne was more tactful. "I'll get you some of you'll let me make another one of those fiber light flower things like you helped us make last night," was her response. I agreed and had a cup of coffee in my hand within moments. I also had a cuddly thirteen-year-old snuggled up to my right side.
     Mary-Beth plopped down on the other side of me, handed me a piece of paper and said, "That Julie lady called while you were asleep, so I told her I'd have you call her back when you got up." Then she said, "She's a really pretty lady. Is she your girlfriend?" I smiled and answered, "She is pretty. Maybe she'll be my girlfriend if things go my way." Joanne chimed in and said that I deserved a pretty lady like her. I thanked Joanne and gave both girls a hug.
     I called Julie a bit later and agreed to a date. She told me that it was fine if I wanted to bring the kids with us. We set it up for the following afternoon. The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I still couldn't shake the feeling from my nightmare though. It had really gotten to me.
     I again woke up at around 3:00 a.m.. This time I awoke to find myself gagged and tied to my bed. Joanne was on top of me and my cock was buried deeply inside of her. Mary-Beth was sitting beside us saying, "Make him squirt Joanne. Make him squirt!" I decided not to fight it and to see how fantastic it would become. I knew that it was only a dream this time, so I played along. I helped my mind's image of Joanne by thrusting into her hard and fast. It felt good to be inside of her. She was tight and wet fucking me like I'd never been fucked before. Then she came all over me. Her whole body went into spasm time and time again.
     Next came Mary-Beth's turn. She hopped up and sat with my cock right at the mouth of her tiny hairless pussy. It felt greasy with Joanne's cum all over my cock. Joanne said, "He's awake! Get him in you before he goes soft!" With that, Mary-Beth sank onto me. I didn't quite fit at first, but she squirmed until I was all the way in. I had slipped through her cervix and right up into her uterus. The heat that my mind imagined that this little girl's pussy contained was incredible. Again, I went with it. I fucked her just as hard as she fucked me. I could feel the ridge of my glans sliding through her cervix time and time again. I finally couldn't hold back and I came. I emptied my balls into this little dream. She milked it too. It was like she didn't want to let me out. Then I smelled Chloroform and that was it for my dream/nightmare.
     I checked my wrists when I woke up. There were no marks. Neither was there any sign of a stain on the bedding. Even my boxers were stain free. I'd had many wet dreams before, but they had always caused me to cum in my boxers. Not this time though. I looked for any signs that might suggest that my dream had been a reality. There were none. I again got up and checked each of the girls' rooms. They were soundly asleep just like they had been every time that I'd checked before. 
     The date with Julie was nice. We started out with a picnic and then went to a movie. Of course the girls were happy with Julie's choice, It was a Disney double-feature. I must admit that I enjoyed it too. From there we went back to my house and played board games until Julie had to leave. That was at ten o'clock. I walked her out and kissed her goodnight. It felt good to be with a woman who was more than a bitch with an attitude for a change.
     Bedtime came and we all went to sleep once again. I remember lying there almost hoping for another dream like the other two. It was completely out of character for me, and it didn't mean that I would have wanted it to happen in real life. It was just that there was a certain excitement that I'd never felt before that came with these dreams. As long as I knew that the girls were safe in real life, it wasn't hurting them for me to have these feelings when I was asleep. It was no different from having sex with the image of Julie that I had made.
     Sure enough, right at 3:00am, I 'woke up'.  Joanne and Mary-Beth took me by each hand and led me to my lab. Joanne handed me the passcard and I entered the code. We went in and immediately powered up the unit. Mary-Beth asked me to put up the image of a twelve-year-old boy, but I told her that I hadn't made a routine for anyone under eighteen. She settled for that and stepped onto the platform. Joanne led me up beside them and pulled off my boxers. I immediately became erect.
     I was to guide the image of the eighteen-year-old's penis into Mary-Beth while Joanne sucked me off. I did as I was told. Mary-Beth stopped the image before 'he' entered her. Instead, she told me to squat and slipped my finger inside of her. Joanne stopped sucking and stood beside me. I was to lick her while fingering her little sister. I did. Then Mary-Beth stepped off of the platform and changed the image to that of a woman. The image straddled me and forced me to rest my butt on the ground as I slid inside her. Mary-Beth then took my finger and reinserted it. I was licking, being fucked, and fingering three different women. Well, one woman and two little girls. Joanne told me to stop before I had an orgasm. It didn't take long for me to near the point of orgasm. I stopped and asked Joanne what she wanted me to do next. She told me to lie on my back and wait for her to get ready. 
     I slipped into Joanne without any trouble. I felt the head of my cock pressing hard against her cervix. Then she asked her sister, "Just press down hard and it will go in, right?" I looked over at Mary-Beth and she said, "Yep. That's all you've gotta do." Before I could turn back to look at Joanne's face, she thrust down hard and my cock pierced her cervix. She gasped. 
     "Uncle Paul, you want to cum way up inside me, don't you?" she asked. I played along. After all it was my dream. "Oh yes honey! I want to fill that sweet box of yours with more cream than it can hold!" I replied. The hard fucking began.
     I rammed that little girl until she should have broken. She came at least five times and then I dumped my cum deep inside her. That was all that it took for her to go off again too. As she did, she grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. It was painful as hell, but it carried me into a new level of orgasm. My body went spastic and I couldn't even keep pumping. All I could do was shoot gobs and gobs of cum. Joanne loved it. She milked me until I stopped moving.
     Mary-Beth had changed the image back to that of her eighteen-year-old guy. He was pumping away on her like a pro, and she was loving it. She hit the pulsate button so many times that I thought it was going to shake her off of the platform. She had also increased the length to the point that if 'he' had gone in any further it would be up one of her Fallopian Tubes.
     I was in no condition to do anything for the next twenty minutes. My balls ached but I felt like I'd crossed some new threshold of sexual awareness. It felt great! Joanne wasn't about to let that slow anything down. She insisted that I suck her breasts and finger her while I recovered my virility. Who was I to argue? 
     I had always been good at fingering girls. I started when I was ten and kept in good practice with every woman who I'd ever made love to. My mental image of Joanne was reaping the rewards of this experience. I even got her to a G-Spot orgasm before I regained my erection. That was evidently something new to my little niece, and she loved it!
     Mary-Beth insisted that I do the same thing for her. As I did, Joanne sucked me off. Her tiny pink tongue lapped and probed at my cock until I came. I didn't think there would be anything left for her to taste, but I was wrong. There was enough left in me to leave a white trail of cum on her lips when she was done with me. Right after that, I pinched Mary-Beth and she came hard. Her little G-Spot worked just like her big sister's. Once again, I had a mouth full of little girl's cum. 
     This sexual frenzy went on for the next five hours. At least that's how long it lasted in my dream. Then we all went upstairs and went to sleep in my bed. As a crowning glory to the dream, Mary-Beth insisted that she go to sleep on top of me with my cock buried well inside of her Uterus.
     I awoke with a smile on my face. Mary-Beth's little body felt light as it rested on my chest. My erection was gone, but I was still inside her. Then it hit me. It was no dream. None of it had been a dream. Everything that had happened was real! I had just fucked and been fucked by my brother's little girls! 
     Panic raced through my body and mind. "Maybe this is just another dream" I thought. Then Mary-Beth stretched and yawned. "Good morning Uncle Paul," she said in a yawning voice. Then she pushed her groin against me a couple of times and said, "Get it hard for me. I want to feel it in the daytime." Oh it was all real all right. I didn't know what to do. Maybe I could at least pretend to go back to sleep. That would give me time to think.
     My cock didn't cooperate with that idea. It had developed a taste for these little girls and it swelled up inside of Mary-Beth to prove it. "That's right" she said, as she started a gentle rocking motion with her hips. My erection continued to grow until Mary-Beth forced down hard and I was once again inside of her Uterus.
     Joanne just lay nude on her stomach beside us and slept peacefully. Within minutes, Mary-Beth was squeaking and squirming and finally came. "Ummmm. That's how I like to wake up," she spoke. I was speechless. I honestly couldn't move. My body was frozen in place. Mary-Beth smiled and said, "That was so nice. Why don't you wake up Joanne by sliding in her like that?" I couldn't speak.
     Mary-Beth slipped a finger into her sister's little reddish mound. There was only a light fluff of hair around the edges of Joanne's pussy and it did look inviting. It was so tender. Mary-Beth sped up her pace and then slipped in another finger. When she was satisfied with the condition of her sister's pussy, she pulled her fingers out and said, "She's all ready for you Uncle Paul. Why don't you show her how much you love her and wake her up that way?"
     My body did what my mind couldn't. I rolled over and gently slid into her. She still didn't awaken. After a few gentle thrusts she did though. She slowly looked up and smiled at me. Then she spoke very softly and lovingly, "Feels nice. I was afraid that you were going to hate us." I still had no idea what I was doing. I kept my strokes long and slow. All the way in and all the way out. Joanne soaked it up. I wouldn't have even known that she came if it wasn't for the tremors in her back muscles when she did. She was so lazy and casual about it that I didn't comprehend what was going on.
     "Is this really happening?" I asked. I was asking myself as much I was asking the two of them. Joanne spoke, again in a very soft and loving tone, "Are you afraid of what we did?" I was still sliding slowly in and out of this thirteen-year-old girl as I replied, "I don't know what I am or who I am right now honey." Joanne's sweet voice again came through, "Don't worry about it. It feels good. It feels warm, and I like it. Just don't stop." Then she rested her face back on the pillow and let my body enter hers.
     Mary-Beth spoke. Her voice was quieter and softer now. It sounded somehow more mature, "Uncle Paul, we love you and we love the way this makes us feel. There can't be anything wrong with making us feel this good. We all belong to each other now." 
     "Buzzzzz" went my alarm. I reached over to the clock on my nightstand and quickly grabbed my watch to verify the date. I heaved a heavy sigh when I saw that the events of the previous night were not physically possible. I had been dreaming within a dream. It had never happened before and I hoped that it never would again. 
     I was glad that I had set the alarm. I never really use an alarm clock, but I thought I should with what had happened the night before. I was surprised that my subconscious mind hadn't caught that detail. Even more than that, I was shocked at how easily it had allowed me to change my entire system of beliefs. I still felt uneasy about having had such a dream, but I didn't feel the sickening feeling that I had felt only one morning before.
     I peeled off my boxers. They were saturated with dried cum. Then I took a long shower. After finishing my shower and getting dressed, I went to the kitchen and started making breakfast for the three of us. As the bacon cooked, I went down the hall to peer in each of the girls' rooms. They were both soundly asleep. I checked on Mary-Beth first and then on Joanne. 
     Joanne had evidently slept restlessly. Her covers were all on the floor and her nightgown was pulled up above her waist.I didn't hesitate to walk in and inspect her. Two days before I would have, but not then. Her little mound was more pink than red. She was also almost completely bare of any pubic hair. There was a small tuft at the top of her slit, but nothing along the edges as I had imagined. I kissed my finger, patted it on her little mound, pulled her nightgown down to cover her, and then returned to the kitchen.
     The food finished cooking a few minutes later and I went to wake the two girls. I tapped my finger on Joanne's forehead and said, "Breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, and ice cream." She giggled and started to get up.I did the same with Mary-Beth and got the same response, although she sounded a bit groggy.
     We chowed down and the girls did eat ice-cream with bacon and eggs. It sounded awful to me, but they thoroughly enjoyed it. After breakfast came the morning cartoon ritual. If you've never seen the "Animaniacs," then you've missed out on one of America's most culturally uplifting shows. I swear that it is not written for children at all. The one-liners that make most of the adults laugh just make the kids ask, "Huh?" It's great.
      After the cartoons, I sent the girls to the showers. I have always enjoyed having more than one bathroom in a house. Mine is no exception. Even though the entire basement is my lab, there are still two other bathrooms upstairs. Joann used the one in my bedroom and Mary-Beth used the one in the hall.
     The girls decided that the pool in the little park by my house was a good destination for the day. I agreed. My two nieces exhausted themselves by thrashing about in the pool and flirting with almost every boy who got in. I was pleased as could be. I knew that this meant that I'd have a quiet evening when we finally got home.
     We stopped at Arby's for dinner. It's what Mary-Beth wanted and I'd let Joanne choose the last restaurant. We sat in the restaurant and ate. It was nice. No dishes. No messes. No problems. I couldn't think of a better way to keep these two land-sharks fed. My only mistake was in allowing Joanne to get a Jamocha shake. It's an Arby's specialty and it's loaded with caffeine and sugar. Those were not the two best things for me to give her at seven o'clock at night.
     When we got home, Mary-Beth and joanne plopped down on the couch and watched TV. I went to my room and read for a while. I'd come out and check on them if it got too quiet, but everything was fine.
     By nine o'clock, Mary-Beth was fast asleep. I carried her in and told her to get ready for bed. She did try, but she kept falling asleep. I offered to help her and she just nodded and lifted her arms in the air. I could tell that Clarice had done this on more than one occasion.
She pulled down and stepped out of her panties as though I was her dad. She didn't seem a bit concerned. Then again, she didn't seem a bit awake either.
     Without thinking, I helped her into bed with no nightgown on. She just lay on top of the covers and went back to sleep. Her flat chest was smashed into the comforter. It was as if someone or something was just willing me to bring my dreams to life. I had no intention of letting that happen. I did check her out though. I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on her butt. She didn't budge. Then I got braver and placed it right on her little mound. Still no response. She began to stir when I pressed my finger between the folds of skin that hid her little pink pussy hole. 
     I quickly removed my hand and said, "Mary-Beth, you need to put on your nitegown sweetie." She just grunted and lifted one arm, as if to tell me to do it for her. I got up and brought her nitegown and laid it beside her. "Sit up honey and I'll gelp you put this on," I said. She muttered something illegible and went back to sleep. There was no option but to roll her on to her back, lift her shoulders, and put it on for her. That's what I did. 
     Before covering her little mound, I looked closely at her face to make sure that she was asleep. She was out cold. Then I pressed my finger back between her tiny folds of skin. It was actually a little bit slippery. I was surprised. I was even more surprised when Mary-Beth spoke, "Uncle Paul, do you think I'm sexy?" My hand flew from her body and I asked, "What?" as though I hadn't heard her. Her eyes slowly opened and she said, "It's okay. I won't tell anyone. It feels nice." 
     My heart jumped up into my throat. I searched for some excuse for what I had done. "Um, go back to sleep honey. You were just dreaming." I said. It worked. My little niece just lay down and went back to sleep. Talk about your close calls! 
     I pulled the covers over Mary-Beth's little body and turned out her light as I left the room. Just before I closed the door Mary-Beth spoke. "I love you uncle Paul," she said in the voice of a very tired little girl. I love you too honey. Now go to sleep," I replied, and pulled the door shut behind me.
     I had escaped the jaws of death and was not soon to forget it. I sat on the end of the couch by Joanne's feet and asked her what the show was about. She explained the story-line and caught me up with all of the details. It was a pretty good show. When it was over, Joanne pressed the mute button and said that she wanted to know something. I said okay. 
     "Uncle Paul, why did you kiss your finger and then touch me between my legs with it this morning?" she asked in a whisper. I thought about trying the same thactic that had just worked so well with Mary-Beth, but then changed to a different tactic. I just sat there for a moment. Then Joanne said, "You're really blushing!" I shrugged my shoulders and answered her question, "I shouldn't have done it, but you just looked so sweet and innocent like that. I'm very sorry and it won't happen again." She bristled and I continued, "I never would have done it if I'd thought that you were awake."  I found out that was the wrong thing to say. 
     Joanne's face saddened, she shrugged her shoulders, and then said, "Okay. It's no biggie." I could tell that something was wrong, so I asked what it was. "It's nothing," she replied. I insisted, "C'mon Joanne. You can tell me anything, remember?" She shrugged again and said, "Really. It's no big deal." I didn't give in. I pressed the issue, "Joanne, what is it?" I had made another mistake.
     Joanne started to unload on me, "Okay, if you really want to know. I thought that maybe you thought I was sexy. I'm tired of everything that I do being cute!" I started to say that there wasn't anything wrong with being cute, but she cut me off. She continued, "Do girls my age have boobs like these?" as she grabbed one of her breasts. She went on, "Do girls my age wake up with crusty panties every morning from having had the dreams that I have?" I was at a loss for what to do.
     "Hold on a second, Okay?" I asked. She looked very impatient but waited. I opened my mouth and couldn't believe what came out. I said, "Okay Joanne, I'm going to level with you. For the past few nights I've been having sexual dreams about you and your sister. I don't mean cute dreams. I mean detailed sexual fantasies. Does that make you feel any better?" "Yeah right!" she replied. I looked her right in the eyes and said, "I'm not making this up. That's why I felt so comfortable patting you this morning. I wouldn't have ever done that before, would I?"
     Joanne leaned back into the couch. "You are serious," she said in a surprised voice. "Yeah, I'm serious. It's not something that I'm proud of, but it really did happen." Her next question about bowled me over. "Was I good?" she asked. She could see that I wasn't going to answer, so she asked another question, "Let me put it a different way, okay? Did you think I was sexy in your dream?"
     There was no turning back from there. I had to at least give her some idea of what my dreams were about. I asked, "Okay Joanne, tell me what you know about sex, how far you've gone with a boy, and then I'll tell you about the dream I had last night." She agreed and told me all that she knew and how far she'd gone. My thirteen-year-old niece knew what all of the basic parts and pieces were. She knew what people did with them, but she'd never so much as seen a male penis before. When she was done, I spilled my guts about the past two night's dreams.
     Now she was the one who was caught off guard. She asked, "Um. Do you really have a machine like that?" I nodded. Joanne asked, "Would you let me try it if I promise not to do anything like put it in me or anything?" I sat back, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Why?" "Because I want to know what one feels like and I know that you won't let me touch yours?" she answered. I told her that I'd need to think about it.
     We sat and watched another movie together. There was a real tension between us as we watched it, but there was also a new bond of trust. I had flinched when she had put her legs on mine, but I could tell by her giggle that it was the same way that she'd been doing it for nearly the past three weeks. I think that she felt a sense of power and even more respect because of what I had told her.
     The movie had only been on for about twenty minutes when I told her that I was going to take a shower. She didn't say anything for a moment and then asked, "Can I take one with you?" I was working hard on my willpower to say no, but then I thought about it. We'd done it before when she was just four years old. How was this any different? I knew all too well how it was different, but I was trying to justify my actions.
     I took my nieces hand in mine and told her, "This never happened and I think that you know what would happen to both of us if you ever say a word to anyone about it." Then we slowly and calmly walked to my bathroom. 
     Joanne locked the door and then stripped. I was a bit more hesitant. I asked, "Honey, are you sure that you want to do this?" She took my hand again, squeezed it, looked up at me and said, "I really do and I swear to God that I will never tell anyone." With that, she started to unbutton my jeans. I stopped her, told her that I'd do it, and asked her to get the shower ready. Joanne turned on and adjusted the water so that it was just the way that she liked it. Then she stepped in, said, "I'll wait in here for you," and closed the frosted glass door behind her. I started to tremble as my boxers came off. The possible complications from what I was about to do scared the hell out of me. Then I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me.
     "You're more afraid of this than I am," Joann said laughingly. "Yes I am, honey," I replied. She was very shy about touching me at first. She would flinch every time that our bodies even remotely brushed against each other. That was just fine with me. I suggested that I wash her off first. She agreed. 
     I was almost surgical about how I washed her. I did her hair first.I shampood it twice. Then I washed her back and shoulders. Next came her arms, chest, and tummy. Then her lower-back, butt and legs. She stopped me when I started to wash her pussy with soap. She shook her head and said, "Shampoo." That was fine with me, so I lathered up my hands and washed her wet and now very slippery pussy. From there I washed her legs and feet. She was done. Then she stood under the spray and rinsed off.
     I had to get down on my knees to make things more convenient for Joann. She was very thorough, but also very fast. That is, except for my cock and balls. She lathered her hands with shampoo and lathered them up very well. Then she played with them until I could no longer hold back an erection. 
     Joanne looked up at me and asked, "Is it okay?" I nodded and replied, "That's fine honey as long as you don't play with it too much." Her little fingers explored as she asked, "What would happen if I did?" I figured that she already had my cock in her hands so I couldn't do much more damage by telling her. "Then I'll have an orgasm and shoot sperm out on your hands." I replied casually. She nodded and said, "Oh," as her fingers continued to explore. "Do you ever do it by yourself?" she asked. I calmly replied, "Sometimes."
     Then Joann asked, "Will you let me do that?" I didn't know if she meant her or me, so I asked, "Do you mean me or you?" She giggled and replied, "You, silly! I do it to myself all the time." I nodded. "How do I do it then?" she asked. I took her hand in mine, wrapped it around my cock, and started pumping. Then I let go of her hand. "Like this?" she asked. I again nodded. Her little fingers were making me start to tingle. "Can I use both hands?" she asked. I tried not to think of what I was doing with my niece and then said, "Yeah. That's fine honey."
     Within a minute I was pumping cum all over the front of my thirteen-year-old niece. She watched and felt every detail of it. "Did it feel good?" she asked. I got a rush of panic after my orgasm. My conscience had reappeared and I didn't know what to do about it, so I asked, "Do you want to rinse off and get out now?" She replied, "I know it's a lot to ask, but will you do it to me now?" I couldn't say yes. After all, this was my brother's little girl! I couldn't say no. She'd just pumped me until I shot cum all over her pretty little boobs. I had to think.
     "How do you want me to do it?" I asked. She bent over, with her butt facing me, put her fingers between her swelling little mound. "This is how I do it," she replied. "Do you know a better way? She asked. I had already committed a felony and I knew it. "What more would it be to do it right for her," I thought. I told her to put her hands on the lower-back bar of the shower and stand just like she was with her eyes closed. She did it as soon as I asked.
     I started by licking in long-slow strokes. She gasped, "Oh God!" several times. I asked her to bend down further and she told me that she couldn't because of the water. I moved the spray of the shower so that it was mainly hitting the wall. "That's better," she said. "Would it help if I wrapped my arms around my legs like this?" she asked. She wasn't balanced very well, but it made it possible for me to lick from the little patch of hair at the top, through her crease, all the way to her little pink butthole. I steadied her with my hands and answered, "Now I'm going to make you feel like you made me feel, Joanne." 
     It didn't take long until her orgasms started. I kept it up until it was obvious that she was going to collapse soon. Then I asked if I could try something. Joann was exhausted and said, "Anything." I slipped my middle finger into her hole. There was plenty of lubrication, but I still had to work at it to get it in. I kept trying until I was sure that her hymen was already broken. I asked, "Joanne, have you ever put anything in here?" I don't think that she really felt my finger, but she knew what was doing. She answered, "Only my doctor puts a big metal tube in there sometimes, but never anything else." I gradually pulled my finger back out and told her that I thought she should try to stand up very slowly.
     Joanne passed out as soon as her body was upright. I had expected it, but tried to have her stand gradually so that it wouldn't happen. I took the opportunity to rinse her off thoroughly. Her limp body looked just as appealing as it had in my dreams. I lifted her out of the shower and tried to sit her on the tile counter by the sink. I guess the tile was cold because she woke up with a start.
     "What happened?" she asked. I smiled and answered, "You stood up too fast honey." I didn't expect her next question. "Did we fuck when I was passed out?" she asked. I shook my head and quickly replied, "Oh no honey. I would never do that to you!" She didn't know what it meant for a guy to take advantage of a girl while she was passed out. She asked, "But, Uncle Paul,  what if I wanted you to?" Then I caught on to what she was saying.
     I smiled and answered, "I don't think I would fit inside of you Joanne. I don't think that your body is ready for that yet." She looked down at my revived erection and said, "But the tube that my doctor uses is just about as big around as you are." She had a point. Then she said, "I don't get periods yet so you wouldn't even have to wear a rubber or anything. I know that guys aren't supposed to like rubbers and I wouldn't make you wear one if you didn't want to." "We'll have to think about it first, okay? I asked. "Okay," she answered.
     We dried each other off and then I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I motioned for Joanne to come out and she did. She had wrapped her hair up in a towel and looked just like a little princess. I was wearing the towel that I had wrapped around my waist, and Joanne was only wearing the towel on her hair. "Is it locked?" Joanne asked as she pointed to the door. I nodded.
     Joanne flopped down on my bed. She bunched the covers up under her breasts and then reached around to her butt with both hands. "Come and tell me if you think it will work, okay?" she said as she spread her pubic lips with both hands. I said, "I don't know it it's a good idea Joanne." She replied, "Just look and tell me okay? We don't have to do it if you don't want to, okay?" I relented and got up to take a look.
     The tissues inside her pubic lips were the most gorgeous satiny pink that I'd ever seen. Inside of them I could watch her pulse in the tissues surrounding the entrance to her vagina. I did want to try. "Okay, we'll try it, but if it hurts you at all then we'll stop, okay?" I asked. She said, "Okay." It didn't work at all. There was no way that my cock was going to slide into this little girl. It just wasn't possible. 
     Joanne didn't so much as whimper as we tried, and I knew that I must have been hurting her. I said, "I don't think it's going to work, Joanne." Then she said, "Uncle Paul, my doctor puts lots of slippery stuff on the thing before he puts it in me. I mean really lots. Do you have any of that stuff?" I thought for a moment, got up, went to my medicine cabinet, and returned with an unopened tube of KY-Jelley. Again I asked, "Honey, are you sure that you want to try this?" "I'm sure, but you've got to warm it up first" she replied. That wasn't what I meant but I knew that the answer would be the same if I asked her. I used half of the tube. My cock was coated and there was a puddle of the stuff right at her opening.
     I got into position and was surprised how easily I slid into her. The lubricant made all of the difference in the world! Joanne gasped and then started to cry. I quickly pulled out and said, "Oh God honey, did I hurt you?" She grabbed for my cock and it slid out of her hand. "Oh please put it back in there! Please!" I didn't know what I had done to hurt her but I guessed that she knew what would make the pain stop, so I slipped myself back into her.
    "You didn't hurt me Uncle Paul! I started crying because I know what love feels like now! Don't ever take it out again! Please?" she begged. I spent the next few minutes explaining the diffference between love and making love. Then I asked her if she wanted to finish making love with me. She said that she wanted it more than anything else in the world.
     Being as limber as a thirteen-year-old is, Joanne and I were able to make love in many many ways. Each of them seemed to satisfy something inside her more than the last. I came inside of her several times that night, but she refused to let me pull out when I went limp. We kissed, caressed, and made love for more than five hours. I had to go to the cabinet to get more lubricant several times, but she clung to me when I did. She just wanted me inside her.
     I finally insisted that we were done when there was blood on my penis from the raw tissues inside her little hole. From then on, we held each other until I finally made her go and get her nightgown. I put on a pair of pajamas and fell asleep under the covers with my niece in my arms. 
     Mary-Beth woke us at around ten o'clock. "Have another weird dream sis?" she asked. Joanne played along and said, "Yep. I got so scared that I had to come in and sleep with Uncle Paul." Mary-Beth smiled as knowingly as an eleven-year-old can and said, "I get them too sometimes." It was past time for the morning breakfast and cartoon ritual, but I was ready for the new day.
     Joanne was sore as hell when she tried to get up. I wanted to help her, but I knew that there was nothing that I could really do for her. Mary-Beth had bounded back out of the room and it was just Joanne and me. "You feeling more than a little bit sore this morning, honey?" I asked quietly. Joanne just smiled and said, "It was worth it." Then she asked, "Uncle Paul, do you think that we would ever be able to get married?" I smiled and answered, "I wish there was a way to make that happen, but we both know that it's not possible." "But we can still pretend, right?" she asked. I nodded and then said, "Wait a minute. You're not doing anything like that again until you're completely healed. Is it a deal?" She put both hands on her crotch, swayed back and forth, giggled, and then said, "Okay Uncle Paul. I think you're too good at it to do it very much anyway." I laughed and said, "Joanne, you're a smartass! . . . and it's cute too!"
     With that, Joanne hoisted her nightgown, pointed her butt at me, and said, "And it's all yours too!" I laughed and then motioned for her cover herself up in case Mary-Beth walked in again. Walking looked like a real chore for Joanne, but she didn't make any fuss about it. She just went to her room, got dressed, and acted as though nothing had happened.
     Mary-Beth said that she wanted to go to the pool again, but Joanne said that she wanted to stay home and play. We all agreed that it was Joanne's turn, so I was spared the awkward situation of having to find an excuse to keep Joanne from doing anything strenuous. It was also going to give me some time to relax and wonder where my conscience had gone.
     By four o'clock, the two girls had made a complete disaster of my livingroom. You might be surprised to know how much stuff two little kids can get out in only one day. They were in Mary-Beth's room playing,while I cleaned the livingroom. I actually liked it. It made me feel as though there was someone else living there with me. Of course, it had felt that way for almost three weeks, but now it was more of a home somehow.
     I finished the livingroom and stopped by Mary-Beth's room to see what they were up to. Joanne put her finger to her mouth as I peeked around the corner. They were both naked. I hoped that Joanne wasn't doing what I thought she was. I reached in with my hand and motioned for her to come to me. She just nodded and waved me away.
     I walked back to the livingroom and sat on the couch. I was afraid that Joanne was telling Mary-Beth all about our experiences the night before. I only had to wait a few moments and in she came. Mary-Beth was still in her room, but Joanne just walked in as if nothing had happened. "What are you two doing in there?" I asked in a whisper. "We do it all the time. Don't worry." she replied. "You do what?" I asked.
     Joanne told me that she and her sister had invented many games because they were home alone so much. This was just one of those games. She told me how they would masturbate in front of each other and then tell the other one what she looked like. When I asked if her parents knew about it, she shook her head and told me that her parents would kill both of them if they ever found out about it. She also told me that she hadn't told Mary-Beth a thing about what had happened the night before. In fact, Mary-Beth had asked her if she'd sneeked a peek or a touch of my penis, and Joann told her that she hadn't. Then she told me that Mary-Beth was going to pretend to have a nightmare so that she could try that very thing herself.
     I asked Joanne what she thought I should do. I was shocked when she told me that it would be nice of me if I would let her do it. "That wouldn't bother you?" I asked. "No. She's done more stuff  than I ever did before last night anyway." she answered. "Like what?" I asked. She replied, "She's been licked and let a boy put it in her and everything before." "Mary-Beth?" I asked. Joanne answered, "Yeah. She likes sex stuff even more than I do. It's kind of funny. Don't you think? I'm two years older and she's done more than me. Well, at least until last night." I didn't believe what I was hearing. 
     "What do you think I should do?" I asked. She didn't waste any time in answering, "Well, I'd kind of like you to do the same things with her that you did with me, but I want to see it if you do." I asked, "Joanne, are you telling me that you want to watch me have sex with your little sister?" She just shrugged and answered, "Well, yeah. Kind of. I guess." 
     My conscience was nowhere to be found. I sat on the couch with my niece and planned how I was going to have sex with her little sister that very night. Joanne invented a plan that was nearly foolproof. It did require that I get to the store and buy more KY-Jelley though. We finished her scheme in less than five minutes and then it was off to the store for me.
     The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful. At nine o'clock, I followed Joanne's lead and said that I was really tired and was going to go to sleep. The two girls said that they were tired too. It was all a part of the plan.About an hour later, right on schedule, Joanne crept into my bedroom with her little sister following right behind.
     "Do you think he's asleep?" Mary-Beth whispered. Joanne whispered back, "Yeah he's asleep and I'll bet that he forgot to turn the light off." I was lying on my bed with the covers pulled down. All that I was wearing was a worn pair of boxers with a torn fly. I felt my bed move as the two of them cautiously crept toward me. "Can I do it?" Mary-Beth asked is a very quiet whisper. I could feel the bed move as Joanne nodded her approval.
     I felt my fly being gently opened by Mary-Beth's tiny fingers. She giggled a bit and Joanne said, "Shhh." "Isn't it cool?" Marybeth asked. "Yeah" Joanne answered. Then Mary-Beth asked, "Do you think I should touch it?"  "I will if you're afraid to," Joanne taunted. Mary-Beth snapped, "No. I want to." It had begun.
     After what seemed like years, Joanne had coaxed her little sister into helping her pull my boxers off. I pretended to roll around in my sleep to make things easier for the both of them. The shy little prodding soon became serious inspection. Finally Joanne said, "Mary-Beth, why don't you try sucking on it and see if it will get hard?" Mary-Beth shook her head and answered, "No way! He'll wake up!" Joanne shook her head and said, "No he won't." Then she said, "I'm going to turn the light off so he won't know what we're doing if he wakes up." Mary-Beth thought that was a good idea too. 
     At first I didn't know who's mouth it was on me. Then Mary-Beth mumbled, "Itf Wowking." It most certainly was too. My cock was swelling right up. "What's it taste like, "Joanne asked." Mary-Beth stopped and said, "You taste it." She did. She even bit the tip a little just to make sure that I wasn't really asleep. 
     "Do you want to make it squirt out stuff?" Joanne asked. Her little sister hesitated and then asked, "Are you sure that he won't wake up?" "I'm sure," she answered. Mary-Beth seemed satisfied with that and then asked Joanne how to do it. With a bit of quick instruction from Joanne, Mary-Beth was jacking me off. It felt great! "Why don't you suck on it at the same time?" Joanne asked. I felt Mary-Beth's lips and tongue a few seconds later.
     I didn't know how Mary-Beth was going to like having a load of cum shot into her mouth, but she was about to find out. As I started to cum, Mary-Beth changed her technique and tried to swallow me whole. She gagged a couple of times and then I could feel her tonsils playing against my glans. This little girl was deep throating me like a pro. I'm sure that she'd done it before to know how to avoid getting a mouth full of cum like that. A few moments later and I was limp again. "Did you like it?" Joanne asked. Mary-Beth said that it was better than when she had done it with Mike. I could only assume that he was the one who she'd been experimenting with. 
     They took turns sucking and playing with my cock and balls after that. I think that Mary-Beth was getting bored and then my erection returned. As planned, I handed Joanne a tube of KY-Jelley when Mary-Beth wasn't looking. She had tucked it under her nightgown and kept it there. "I snuck this out of Uncle Paul's bathroom when I got up. Do you want to try doing it with him for real?" Joanne asked her little sister, as she handed her the tube of lubricant. "I don't know Joanne. He's a lot bigger around than Mike is." she replied. "Want to at least try it?" Joanne coaxed. "Okay. But if he wakes up you've got to tell him it was your idea, okay?" Mary-Beth demanded. Joanne agreed.
     I rolled so that my cock was sticking straight up. The two girls seized the opportunity and smeared a rediculous amount of Jelley on my stiff cock. I heard them working to get Mary-Beth ready too. I think that they used the whole tube. 
     Mary-Beth's warm legs pressed against mine as she got into position. Then I felt Joanne's hands holding my cock. They were doing it backwards and I didn't know why. Mary-Beth's back was to me. I understood why when Joanne kissed me deeply and then whispered very softly that I should help whenever I could. We had arranged it so that Joanne would tell Mary-Beth that I was just having a dream about having sex if I helped too much. 
     Mary-Beth was much tighter than her older sister. Even with the gobs of lubricant, I barely fit inside her. I was about half way in when I felt that I needed to help. It had taken her almost five minutes to get that far. I thrust upward very hard and very quickly. That was all it took for me to be inside of my eleven-year-old niece. Mary-Beth frozen when I had jerked. 
     "Joanne, I think he's awake," she whispered. Joanne pretended to check and then said, "No he's not. He's having a dream about having sex with someone. This is cool!" Then they both giggled. Mary-Beth had accepted the ploy as natural. With that, I took her waist in my hands and rocked her back and forth, so that I could feel myself gently moving inside her. She gave a couple of little gasps at first and then she started to enjoy it.
     Unlike Joanne, it was hard to get Mary-Beth to cum for the first time. It took patience and then Joanne started licking her sister's little bump. I'm sure that the feel of Joanne's tongue felt good on her sister's clitoris, but it was driving me wild. I had to fight to keep from cumming. Then it hit. "Oh my gosh. I'm getting one," Mary-Beth whimpered. "It's a good one too." she continued. 
     I pretended to roll onto my side and took Mary-Beth with me. Then I sped up the pace and started really fucking her. It worked. My cock was soon drenched in the hottest cum I'd ever felt before. She didn't stop cumming either. It was all one long orgasm that must have lasted at least three minutes. It let up a little bit a few times, but it never completely stopped. I fucked her fast and hard until I thought that she might pass out. Then it was over. She had accomplished what she wanted.
     I waited a minute or two more and then I fucked her for myself. It didn't take long to cum, and Mary-Beth seemed pleased when I did cum. "I got him to do it in me." she whispered proudly. "Was it really good?" Joanne asked. "It was the best ever, "Mary-Beth answered. Then she rolled until I pulled out of her.
     Joanne asked if Mary-Beth if she wanted to do more. She said that she'd had enough, and that they should try to get my boxers on me again. Joanne said that she'd get my boxers back on and that Mary-Beth could go to bed if she wanted to. Mary-Beth said thanks and headed off to her bedroom.
     Joanne snuggled up next to me and said, "Thank you Paul." It sounded so much better without the 'Uncle' that I didn't bring it up to her. "Thank you Joanne," I replied. Then we kissed and held each other for a while. Joanne said, "I'm really horny, but I think I'm still too sore to do anything." I held her tighter and asked if she wanted me to just give her an orgasm or two by licking her before she went to bed. She said that she wanted me to, so I did. Then we kissed again and she went back to her room for the night.
     When Mary-Beth woke me the following morning, it was as though nothing had happened. She was the same giggling and bubbly little girl who had awakened me the morning before. The fact that I had cum inside of her tiny body only hours before seemed to make no difference to her at all. "Bacon, eggs, toast, and ice cream again, Uncle Paul?" she asked. "Nope. This morning we're all going to have oat meal," I replied. With that, she tickled me until I relented.
     Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the next two days. There were only three days left until they were to go back home with their parents. In a way I wanted them to stay. In another way I would be glad that they would be away from me. I didn't want to do any permanent damage, no matter how good it made any of us feel. I knew that it must already be causing confused emotions in the girls. It had me confused as hell.
     With three days to go, Joanne begged me to let her play with one of my electronic creations. I kept telling her that I didn't think that it would be a good idea. She persisted. By two o'clock in the afternoon, she'd gotten her way. Not only had she gotten her way for herself, but also for her little sister.
     I showed Joanne how to operate the controls and then allowed her to tell her sister about it. I had also set the controls to map out each of their images for my own personal use. I had developed a serious taste for these two little girls and I was not about to miss out on it just because they were gone. I was hidden in the back storage room when they started.
     Joanne showed Mary-Beth how to make the keypad work. Then she went through each of the male images until Mary-Beth told her to stop. "That's the one I want," Mary-Beth said. It was an image of one of my older models. I think that it was Jerry Alders. He was forty-four and in average shape for his age. I had expected her to choose one of the eighteen or nineteen year olds.
     At first, Mary-Beth went with a standard 'doggy-style' action. As the image was pumping away on her she said, "I liked Uncle Paul's better." I felt a great sense of pride. "Push the middle button," Joanne said. With that, her little sister slid into an orgasmic tidal wave. Her juices were literally running down both legs. The image was defying gravity by bending over her back and holding her snugly as 'his' cock rammed her from behind. When she pressed the button to increase the girth of the penis, she gasped and collapsed int the arms of the image. I thought that something had gone wrong.
     I ran from the storage room and went to her. With a few gentle slaps to her face, Mary-Beth woke. She was completely dazed. The arms of the image were still firmly wrapped around her little chest. 'His' cock was still pumping away wildly. She looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Paul. I just had to try it." With that, her body convulsed strongly and her eyes rolled back into her head once again. The image was literally lifting her off of the ground and fucking her wildly. The sensation must have been too incredible for her little body to take. She just jerked in orgasmic spasm after spasm. 
     I told Joanne to turn it off. She refused until her sister's body stopped writhing. "Paul, you don't understand what it's like for girls. It's ok when we do that," she said. I knew enough to know that it was not healthy for an eleven-year-old girl to cum so hard. Before I could turn it off, Mary-Beth relaxed and shut off the thrusting by herself. Her legs were covered in her own juice. It was all the way down to her ankles.
     "Don't hate me for breaking the rules? Please don't hate me?" Mary-Beth pleaded. With that, I went back to her and took her in my arms. I comforted her, "It's ok honey. I was just worried about you. That's all" Her legs were like jelly. She couldn't really stand without help. If I had completely turned the image off, she would probably have fallen to the floor. As it was, she almost jumped from the arms of the image into mine.
     With my supposed innocence compromised, I decided to go all out. I knelt down and began to lick all of my niece's cum from her tiny body. The taste and smell were incredible. She moaned loudly as I licked her crease. "Oh God Uncle Paul, you're going to make me do it again!" she cried. There was no more fluid to be had, but her little thighs clamped down on my ears. Within seconds, her little muff was being forced into my mouth. I took her entire puffy mound into my mouth and clamped down gently with my teeth. With that, she screamed loudly, pulled me even closer, and then passed out.
     Joanne stood at the computer and watched as her uncle turned from a timid onlooker into a sex-crazed man. I lay Mary-Beth gently on her back and told Joanne that she was fine. Joanne slowly walked toward us and quietly said, "Paul, I know it kind of scares you, but I want to know what it feels like to get one as strong as Mary-Beth just had." I looked into her eyes and didn't say a word. She continued, "I also want you to want me like you just wanted my sister." I asked, "What do you mean?" Joanne held her hand to the crotch of my pants and said, "You had an orgasm when you were licking her and you didn't even notice it. I want you to want me that much too."
     I looked down at the cum stain on my jeans. There was a large dark circle where I had shot my load. I looked back at Joanne and didn't know what to say. She just smiled knowingly. "I know what will make you do it," she said confidently. "What's that?" I asked. Then she asked me if I could make a model of her body and have sex with it. I told her that I could. 
     I already had one model of her, but I didn't want her to know about it, so we made another. Then I animated it. Then Joanne asked me to make one of myself. I did. What followed was a truly incredible experience for both of us.
     It started with Joanne being fucked by an image of me, while I was fucking an image of her. We watched each other face to face. She came only once and then crawled under me and the image of herself. She took my balls into her mouth as I fucked the image of her. The sensation was remarkable. Her little pink tongue was all over me as I filled what felt just like her tight little box. I started to cum and she bit one of my balls very hard. It stopped me from having my orgasm. 
     Joanne giggled and said, "Not in her. I want you in me when you do that part!" I pulled out of her image and tried to catch her, but she ran off of the platform and stood defiantly at the door. "What are you doing Joanne?" I asked. "If you want me then you have to tell me," she demanded. I didn't hesitate to ask. "Joanne, I want you so bad right now honey. Will you please let me cum inisde of you?" I asked. Joanne Giggled and said, "Maaaybe." With that, I had to have her.
     I ran and caught her half-way up the stairs. I pinned her head to the stairs and kissed her deeply. Then I rammed two fingers into her sopping cunt and asked, "Do you like this?" She gasped when I inserted my fingers, but wasted no time in grinding her hips to show her approval. I felt her hand searching for my cock. When she found it, she mumbled out, "This. Put it in me. Put it way in me."
     It took little effort for me to climb a stair and place my cock where my fingers were. Then we fucked. There was nothing gentle or tender about it. It was raw animalistic fucking. I rammed her and she bucked against me. Then she came. Oh did she cum! I wasn't ready to cum yet, but she certainly was. With wave after wave, her orgasm clamped my cock from our violent hard fucking. She must have gone on for two full minutes. Then I came. It wasn't like before. It was like my balls needed to explode, and they did. 
     Joanne's little pussy clamped down hard and I forced right through it. I didn't even notice her screaming. It was loud enough to have woken Mary-Beth, who soon had my balls in her tiny hands. Joanne must have made some sort of a gesture and her little sister squeezed my balls for all she was worth. Then everything went dark.
     When I woke, Mary-Beth and Joanne were talking. I was still on top of Joanne, but it didn't seem to bother her. Strangely enough, my cock was still rock hard. "No, Mary-Beth, but I do love him," Joanne said. Mary-Beth then asked, "So you wouldn't be mad or anything?" As I moved, the two girls stopped talking. 
     I pulled out of Joanne and looked down at the puddle of our mixed cum on the step. It was quite impressive. That was when I noticed that both Joanne and Mary-Beth were downing Orange Juice like it was going out of style. Evidently, Mary-Beth had gone upstairs and brought the whole gallon and a couple of cups with her. There was only about an inch left in the container. 
     "How long have I been passed out?" I asked. Both girls said, "Ten minutes," in unison. "Are you ok, Joanne?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. I got to my feet and helped her to hers. My dick was bright red and poking straight out at her. "Geez Paul, do you think you got horny enough?" Joanne asked. Mary-Beth giggled and said, "Yeah, how come you didn't do that with me?" I was a bit dazed but I felt refreshed.
     "Want to do it with me right now?" Mary-Beth asked. I was feeling anything but sexually excited. "Uh, if you want to," I replied. With that, Mary-Beth asked me to do her. I was either too dazed or too far into another plane of existence to do much, so I lay on my back and let her do what she wanted.
     "Mary-Beth was once again moist, but not nearly as tight as she'd been a few nights before. She bounced up and down on me until I felt the tell-tale juices flowing. With that I instinctively thrust upward until she stopped squirming. Then she lay on my chest. My cock was still buried deeply inside of her little hole. It was also still hard. Joanne came and lay beside us. "Uncle Paul, when I'm old enough to have babies, will you make a baby with me?" Joanne quietly asked. I reached and ran my fingers through her hair as I pondered her question. I replied, "Well Joanne, if you don't have a husband who you love very much, I would be proud to have a baby with you."
     With my answer, Joanne leaned over and kissed me very tenderly and lovingly. I don't know what it was, but I shot my load when she kissed me like that. Mary-Beth exclaimed, "God Jo, you made him squirt in me!" With that, she stopped kissing me and asked,  "I did?" Mary-Beth took her sister's hand and placed it where our bodies were still joined. Joanne pulled her fingers back and looked at them. Then she smiled, looked into my eyes, and said, "Paul, you really do love me."
     In the short month that we spent together, I bonded with both of my nieces in a way that few human beings ever get to know. We made love and raw fucked up to the last day that they were to spend with me. I even made love with Joanne with her parents asleep upstairs in a spare bedroom. 
     I visit the city where my brother and his wife live at least twice a month now. While I'm there I usually make love with both of my nieces. Most of the time, my brother and his wife don't even know that I'm in town. Those are the best times. Mary-Beth is fourteen now, and Joanne is sixteen. Mary-Beth has a boyfriend who she dearly loves, but she still insists on making love with me when ever she gets the chance. Joanne, on the other hand, probably will end up marrying me. It will rip the family apart when it happens, but I don't think it will really matter. We are deeply in love and we both know it. 
     The funny thing is that Joanne still insists that I not 'deprive' her sister of my sexual pleasure just because I am in love with her. It is all quite unusual, but we're all happy with it. As for Julie, she is living with me now. She knows about my nieces and me. At first she thought it was terrible, but when they came to visit us and Julie saw how much they enjoyed it, she changed her mind. In fact, she's been involved in a few of our more fun moments. Now she's completely accepting of my relationship with my nieces. Having Julie live with me also gives me an ideal 'cover' for my relationship with the girls.
     You are probably wondering about the machine, right? Well, it's available. It does exist, and it comes loaded with everything from interactive dogs to interactive women and men of all ages. (It's strange how many women prefer sex with dogs to sex with men these days.) The price is a healthy $5-Million dollars cash. That's not negotiable and it must be in cash. There is a strict set of rules that go along with the purchase. It can not be used in any commercial situation. (No 'Pay for sex' stuff allowed!) The unit includes a satellite receiver and transmitter now. It is also completely encased to prevent tampering. If you have the money for a 'toy' of this nature, leave a brief request, including the phrase "HMLCERV", in the appropriate newsgroup on the Internet. Someone will be in touch to make the arrangements.