I discover that I have an Uncle.
by Vanessa Evans  
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Part 1

Hi, my name is Daisy Nichols and I’m 14 years-old. I guess that this story actually starts when I was born because I was immediately taken into care, to a children’s home where I spent the first 13 years of my life and that life is all that I knew until just over a year ago.

Okay, let’s go back to about a year ago.

Before I go any further, let me say that I’m not very tall and quite skinny, I have long, dirty blond hair and tiny tits that some of the boys at the children’s home likened to mini traffic cones; but I do have big nipples that for the past couple of years or so have been erect nearly all the time. I also have a bigger than average clit that seems to be pumped full of blood all the time and refuses to hide behind its hood, and I don’t have darker coloured skin all around my pussy that most of the girls at the children’s home had.

Also, I don’t have any of those inner labia flaps that a lot of girls have, but puberty had started to change my body shape a bit, apart from my tiny tits, my waist got a bit narrower and hips a bit wider.

When I lay on my back naked, I can see that my pubic bone is higher than it used to be and it now has a thin layer of fatty tissue under the skin there. I’ve looked at other girls my age and they have a lot more fatty tissue there than I have.  


There was a couple of dozen kids in the children’s home, both sexes and of all ages. Most of the other kids only spent a few months or years there, but for me it was intended to be an 18 year sentence, until they kicked me out to fend for myself.

The home was segregated, boys on one floor and girls on the other, but the boys spent quite a lot of the time on the girl’s floor, and in particular, in the girl’s bathroom, you see the boys wanted to see the girls showering.

For me, this was something that I just got used to, but new girls often screamed at the boys to get out, and they usually did.

As I said, for me, boys seeing me naked in the shower was no big deal, just part of life.

That was until I hit the early stages of puberty. You’re probably thinking that I would have gone all shy and wanted some privacy like most of the other girls screamed for, but as my body started to change, my brain started to change as well and I actually started to want the boys to see me naked.

I’d often have more than one shower a day, going back there whenever there were boys hanging around outside the bathroom.

All the other older girls shaved their pussies, and as soon as I discovered my first pubic hair I started shaving all around my pussy every time that I had a shower regardless of me needing to or not. It made me feel good when boys watched me shave.


At school we’d had the sex education lessons but I’d always thought that the things that they told us only applied to older teen girls and grown women.


Things changed again when I discovered the pleasure that my clit could give me. When my body started to change, one noticeable change was that my clit hood started protruding out of my slit, more than what I had noticed on other girls. What’s more, my clit itself just about outgrew its hood and spent more time out than covered.


Over the next few months, my nipples started to grow, and I developed little bumps under them. Obviously I’d noticed the other girls growing tits, but mine grew at a much slower rate, and by the time I reached 13 I just had 2 mini, traffic cone shaped ‘AA’ tits, but with nipples the size of the end of my little finger.


I’d watched other girls go through puberty, and that made them very self conscious of their bodies and they got very upset when the boys came into the showers, but not me, my desire for boys to see me naked didn’t diminish, quite the reverse, I started taking more and more showers.

I’d discovered the pleasure that my clit could give me, and I found that exploring that part of my body in the showers with boys watching, was more fun than when I explored it under the covers of my bed.  

I almost got to the stage where I was addicted to making myself cum in the showers when boys were watching me. That nearly went badly wrong one day when a boy who was watching me frig myself tried to fuck me. Fortunately, a knee to his balls stopped that.

I should have learned and become like the other girls, all shy and modest, but I still kept doing it.

One day it went badly wrong when one of the oldest boys there was watching me masturbate and he grabbed me. He was much bigger and stronger than me and he took my virginity, he raped me.

I didn’t report him because I knew that the boys would be stopped from coming onto the girl’s floor and I’d have no one to masturbate in front of. Also, I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant because the home staff put all girls on the pill as soon as they started getting periods.


In the winter of my thirteenth year, the children’s home manager took me to the social services place for some reason, and he became ill while they were talking. Both him and the social services person left the room telling me to stay exactly where I was, but on a sudden urge, I had a look at my file which the social worker had left open on his desk.

I quickly discovered the names of my mother and father and that of my mother’s next of kin, a brother, one Harvey Nichols. I quickly wrote the 3 names on a scrap of paper, stuffed it into the pocket of my skirt, and got back to my seat just in time.  

I was sent back to the children’s home in a taxi, me not even asking or caring how the children’s home manager was.


Over the next few weeks, I did some research on my parents and Uncle, and discovered that both my parents were junkies and had died of an overdose shortly after I was born.

But I did discover that my Uncle was a successful business man, making a fortune in something to do with computers. I also discovered that he now lived in a villa on the Mediterranean coast.

I wondered why the social services hadn’t tried to contact my Uncle but I knew that I’d never get an answer if I asked. I also wondered what it would be like to live in a villa on the Mediterranean coast.

I spent days daydreaming about that, then one day it hit me, I’d run away and find my Uncle.


The TV in the common room was always on and I’d seen plenty of news bulletins about tens of thousands of people coming into England illegally, and I got the idea of reversing one of those journeys. Obviously it couldn’t be one of the thousands of rubber boats bringing most of the scroungers from France across the channel, but the back of a lorry sounded like a good idea.

After another week of planning, one morning, instead of going to school, I got a bus to a big industrial estate on the outskirts of town. I wandered around until I saw a huge lorry that had Barcelona written on the side and had a Spanish numberplate.

I watched as the lorry started to get loaded, then everything stopped for a break. I saw my opportunity and snook up to it, climbed in the back and hid between some pallets.

A short while later some men came and finished loading then closed the doors. The only light that was in there was through a few small holes in the curtain sides.

It soon got cold, really cold in there, and at one point I almost started to panic. The lorry kept stopping, sometimes for a long time, and I quickly realised that I should have brought more clothes and stolen a clock of some sort.

Soon, the light stopped coming through the holes in the sides and I tried to get some sleep, but I was cold and it was uncomfortable.

Then, after a lot of stopping and starting, I realised that the light that was coming in wasn’t sun light, it was artificial. I guessed / hoped, that the lorry was on a ferry. I felt a little happier, but still cold and uncomfortable.


On and on the lorry trundled and 2 things changed. Firstly, I’d eaten what little food and drink I’d pinched before I left the children’s home, and secondly, I was getting less and less cold. So much so that I removed the jacket that I was wearing, and when it got really stifling hot I even opened my dress and took off the knickers.

The staff at the children’s home had tried to get me to wear a training bra but I’d never liked them and couldn’t see the point of them so I always left them in my room. I was left wearing just my school shoes, and the ripped dress, but I was still hot.


Finally, I felt the lorry moving backwards, then it stopped and one of the side curtains partially opened. The air rushing in was fresh, but still very hot. I stayed hidden but watching the men, and when the men had their backs to me I jumped out and ran like an Olympian.

I ignored the men shouting at me and ran and ran and ran. When I finally stopped I realised that in my panic to escape I’d left everything but my dress and shoes on the lorry, even my knickers which I’d put on the top of a pallet.

I’d spotted some road signs and come to the conclusion that I was near to Barcelona, then when I saw the sea I knew that I had to travel east, along the coast.

I tried hitch-hiking and managed to get a couple of short lifts, and in one supermarket I saw a man hitching a caravan to his car. He’d left the caravan door open while he was doing something so I snook in and hid. As the car and caravan trundled on, I searched for food and water and stole some.

When the car and caravan stopped at what looked like a camping site I stood behind the door and when it opened I pushed passed the man and ran like hell.


I continued going along the coast road, getting short lifts here and there. I even tried ripping off half of the bottom of my dress to show a bit (lot) of bare leg, but I’d seen lots of scantily clothed girls going around, so who would want to give a lift to a filthy looking girl wearing a dirty and ripped dress.


Later that day I came across some bushes and managed to crawl in and get some sleep. I was really grateful that the weather was the complete opposite to that in England and I didn’t feel the slightest bit cold.


The next morning I set off again and came across a McDonald’s, I hid close by, watching everyone until I saw a man and a woman at an outside table, leave half a burger and some fries. As they walked away I dashed in and grabbed what was left, then I ran again.

That cold, half burger and the few cold fries tasted wonderful, so did the last of the cola that she’d left.

On I went, managing to get another short lift, but the guy wanted payment. All he got was a load of verbal and black eye as I got out of his car and ran.


Finally, I saw a sign for the town that my Uncle lived in and my spirits rose. But it was getting dark and I didn’t have a map. I went as far as I could, cursing that the street lights weren’t as good as they are in England.

I came across a small beach that had some sun loungers on them so spent the night on one of them.


As soon as dawn was breaking I was on the move again and was surprised at how easy it was to find my way around. After a while I found the villa that my Uncle was supposed to live at. From the outside it looked amazing, but I started to get a little nervous. Would my Uncle be there, would he even believe that I was his niece, would he be alone, would there be a woman there, would he tell me to piss-off, what would I do if he did turn me away?

Very nervously, I went and rang the doorbell and when the door opened I saw my Uncle, and he was more handsome than he was in any of the photographs on the internet. His six-pack looked amazing.

“Hi, are you Harvey Nichols?”

“Yes, and who might you be?”

“I’m Daisy Nichols and I’m pretty sure that I’m your niece.”

“Woah there, I don’t have a niece.”

“Yes, you do, my mother was Lucy Nichols, your druggie, whore of a sister.”

Harvey just stood there, my nerves threatening to make me turn and run, but after a few seconds Harvey asked me if I had any proof that I was who I said I was. Of course, I had none, only what was in my brain.

Fortunately, me mentioning his sister’s, my mother’s name, must have triggered some slight suspicion in what I was saying because he invited me in.

As I was directed to the kitchen I was looking around and I was amazed by the place. It was true what I had read, Harvey Nichols was loaded.

My Uncle gave me a drink then asked me to tell him more, so I told him how I’d found out my parents names and that of my uncle and how I’d searched the internet for their names. I was a bit nervous telling Harvey that his sister was dead but he didn’t seem at all surprised.

I wasn’t worried when Harvey told me that he’d get some DNA tests done to prove, or not, that what I was saying was true.

Then Harvey seemed to be impressed when I told him how I’d run away, how I’d got there and then he offered me some food.

As Harvey was getting the food ready there was a lull in our conversation and I put my head on my folded arms on the table and instantly went to sleep.

It wasn’t a long sleep, and when I woke up Harvey was gone but the food ingredients were still on the worktop so I got on and started cooking. When it got to the point where I had to wait whilst it cooked, I looked around and back to the table that I’d been sat at. It was made of solid wood and I suddenly got an urge.

It had been days since I’d played with my pussy and now that I was feeling safe, I decided to use the corner of the table to rub my pussy against. It was just the right height and I was just getting quite happy when Harvey returned. I instantly stopped and was grateful that I still had my dress on, hoping that he didn’t realise what I was doing.

If he did, he didn’t say anything and he let me get on with the cooking.

We talked some more as I ate, then Harvey offered to let me have a shower.

I accepted, and as he led me to a bathroom I got a flashback of me getting myself off on the shower while some of the boys at the children’s home watched me. I missed that but also hoped that I’d never have to do that again.


Harvey led me to a bedroom and told me that it was mine whilst I was there. It was so big, and it had a huge bed. Then Harvey opened a door in the bedroom and I saw a bathroom which was out of this world.

Harvey left me to it and my dress and shoes were off in seconds then I started playing with the controls of the shower. It was amazing, jets of water coming at me from all angles.

I found some soap, shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste, and shaving things, and I spent ages getting myself clean and totally bald below my neck. I’d grown a little stubble above my pussy over the last few days and it felt horrible.

I even found a hairbrush and a hairdryer which I used, but no towel, but it was so warm there that I wasn’t bothered about being wet all over.

I started thinking about my dress and didn’t want to put that filthy rag back on, and I also started thinking about how I could increase the chances of Harvey letting me stay there.

I’d read about pheromones and not really understood what I’d read, but I really wanted my uncle to like me and let me live with him, so just in case these pheromones existed, and worked, in the way that I’d read, I rubbed my clit and made myself cum, but didn’t wipe dry  my pussy before leaving the bathroom.

I left my dress and shoes where they were and went to find my Harvey whilst I was still totally naked.

I found Harvey sat on his balcony, drinking a beer and looking out over the beach to the sea. I just stood behind him for a few seconds, taking in the awesome scenery.

I must have made a slight noise because Harvey suddenly turned and saw me. My heart skipped a beat, or 2 or 3, as Harvey just stared at me. I shuffled my feet slightly apart and just stood there, my hands by my sides, and letting Harvey look at my naked front.

Finally, I spoke,

“I found some things in the bathroom that I hope that you don’t mind me using, but I couldn’t find a towel, I could just stand here and let the sun dry me.”

Harvey was full of apologies but I told him that I was happy to just lay on a Lounger and soak up the sun, and that’s what I did.

I lay there with my feet slightly apart as Harvey just watched me. I was really hoping that if those pheromones were real, and they actually worked, that he’d want to jump on me and fuck my brains out.

He didn’t, all he said was that there were was lots of things to sort out if I was going to be staying there.

I liked those last few words and I took a deep breath and relaxed.

The next thing that I knew was that Harvey was shaking my arm and telling me that I needed some sunblock on. I was very groggy so I asked him is he’d do it for me.

He did, but he didn’t put any on my tits or pussy and when he backed away I told him that he’d missed 3 bits of me. After a short pause he started rubbing the lotion on my little tits, then he moved down to my pussy.

It felt so good but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t finger me.

I was happy and still half asleep, and as I relaxed, I dozed off again.


When I woke up Harvey was missing so I got up and went inside where Harvey asked me if I was okay, then he said that he’d sort out something for me to wear. That idea didn’t please me as I wanted to stay naked for Harvey for as long as I could, so I told him that there wasn’t a rush, that it was so warm there that I didn’t need clothes.

I was pleased when Harvey told me that I could wear whatever I wanted whilst I was there.

We sat on the balcony and talked for a while then I asked if we could go for walk on the beach, me telling him that I’d only ever been on a beach once, and that that was when I was very little.

We then had a short discussion about me wearing a swimsuit to go on the beach but I convinced him that it was okay for me to go like I was, naked, that we could already see 2 topless women, and that I looked like a little girl and I told my uncle that I was sure that no one would care about little girls being naked.

My bravado nearly left me as I stepped onto the warm sand, but I really liked Uncle Harvey seeing me naked, and the thought of other people seeing me naked was making my pussy tingle even more.

We walked around for a while and I was a bit disappointed that hardly anyone looked at me, but I was naked, in public, for my Harvey, and that made me feel really good.

As we walked back to his villa I held his arm, rubbing one of my little tits against it, then I went crazy, I stopped and on an impulse, I reached up and kissed Harvey on his lips.

We were both a bit shocked that I’d done that, me because I’d never kissed a boy, nor a man before, only watched people kiss on the television.

Back on the balcony we got some drinks then I sat on Harvey’s lap, and as we talked I ground my bare pussy onto the bulge that was in his shorts. I was really happy that I was causing him to have a hard cock and I asked him if I could suck fit or him. For a few second I thought he was mad at me because he started going on about the law.

I had really wanted to suck Harvey’s cock, but it wasn’t to be because he changed the subject and led me on a tour of his villa. Harvey has a really nice Aston Martin sports car and I couldn’t wait to have a ride in it.


Back on the balcony, I told Harvey more stories of my life in the children’s home, and I managed to get Harvey to let me have a bottle of beer. I’d once pinched a bottle of beer belonging to one of the children’s home staff, and I wasn’t very impressed with the taste, but I wanted to give Harvey the impression that I was all grown-up.

I was pleasantly surprised that Harvey’s beer tasted a lot nicer.


Later, Harvey got hungry and he phoned for some Chinese food to be delivered. When the doorbell rang I jumped up and ran and opened the door. I was still naked and I gave the delivery guy a bit of a shock when he saw that I was naked, but him seeing me made my pussy tingle.

It turned out that Miguel often delivered food for Harvey and he sounded to be a nice guy.
 
I’d never had Chinese food before and Harvey taught me how to use chopsticks.

We ate, talked, and laughed, and I decided that we were getting on very well, I really liked Harvey and when he asked me if I often wandered around without any clothes on I told him about a couple of times when some of us girls had done so, just to annoy the children’s home staff. Then I confessed that I really liked masturbating in the showers with some boys watching me.

After that, Harvey told me that I looked tired. I said that I was, and he sent me to bed.

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