A young girl remembers the feelings of being molested and the thoughts that she had at the age of eight on a windy Halloween night.

Have you ever stood in a strong wind and felt like it touched everything but you? Eventually, the wind makes its way to you. I have an uncle like the wind. Like so many things in life; the wind and my uncle come and go. I'm okay with it. There are those times when I miss him tremendously. When those times happen, I just pick up the phone and dial. After each conversation, he knows what I really mean when I say, "I love you."

At times, the wind whistles to let you know it's coming. It might even throw objects around. If it's strong enough, you will hear it's coming closer. Like the wind will follow you, so will some uncles. Secretively, they follow you with lustful eyes and their yearning body parts. They could come just like the wind, while you're sleeping, or laughing on the phone, while you're listening to your favorite song, or when you're watching TV. I'm okay with that. I like having someone show me attention from time to time. I have always enjoyed a strong wind ravaging my hair.

The wind blows into my hair. Tangling the long brown locks as it passes by. It screams as much as it can. The wind whistles while it rapes my body. Pulling my shirt away from and then towards my breast. The coldness makes my pink nipples hard. I look towards the door of my house as shelter, as I think of the time I tried to sleep on the couch in my uncle's house.

Halloween is a happy time for most children. I did stay home that year. We didn't have many disguised children, only teenagers showing up in normal clothes. I watched Saturday Night Live on TV. Stewart Smally had his movie out and he was the coolest thing. While watching the show I wet myself from laughing so hard. I never had any self-control back then. It never helped that I liked holding it in. I loved the sensations I received when I controlled my full bladder.

I checked my sleepover bag. No sleeping clothes. I pulled out my panties. I didn't feel embarrassed with everyone in the room looked as I took off the wet ones, and put on clean fresh white panties. I didn't bother to clean up with a warm wash towel. I was seven. I couldn't sleep in the clothes I was going to wear the next day, so I borrowed a shirt from my cousin. He pulled a white t-shirt from his mother's closet. It was advertising Tecate or something. A couch made of wood, wire, and some flannel brown cushions would become my bed. I brought my own pillow.

I felt the cold air upon my calf as I lay motionless. My blankets were missing. I don't think I brought them. I used an afghan my grandmother had knitted for some reason. I'm relaxed; in a half asleep state, and suddenly I felt something reach for my back. Between the wall and couch, someone or something had wedged itself in the space waiting for my vulnerable state.

The something had crept toward my butt. My upper body was burning with heat. I laid still. As the something reached for my bum crack, I turned my head. I was now facing the intruder head on. I only saw a white t-shirt and dark hair. I was wearing a white t-shirt, I have dark hair, and it could have been anyone.

I took a deep breath. I opened my eyes wider, looking for more clues. I felt heat as the hand continued to roam my backside. The warmth of my body felt familiar. I felt like I just told my biggest crush I loved him. I was hot for this. I would have been more wet if I only I could figure out who it was.

Slowly I counted the number people I knew were in the house at the time. I came up with three: my cousin who gave me the shirt, my uncle who was laid off, or his co-worker who was also laid off. I ran each of the men through my head. Each one had a different sensation on my young body.

First thought was cousin, my age, only a two week difference between us. I was smaller than he was, but he was smarter. His class was reading books that we haven't gotten to yet. I envied him. My heat grew more, knowing he could be the one. He was so smart and athletic. He was much taller than I was and still is, and he's only a couple of weeks younger than I am. My eyes rolled back as I imagined one of our many sexual activities. I pictured the time when he came into my room wanting to relieve the tension we both had after flirting and casually touching all day. He licked my most intimate parts. My nipples first, then he moved toward my belly. I wanted him to kiss my pussy. He did. He did everything so well. Until he said, "You should wipe front to back." I giggled. I told you he was smarter than I was.

My intruder continued to roam his hand above my backside dimples. He knew I was awake; the wind kept picking at my most exposed parts. My body was at its will. I took another deep breath, as I thought of the second guy - a laid-off hottie.

His dark, long hair came into view and his wide smile. I pictured him telling me wonderful things. I saw him as he said I was beautiful. I've always had a secret crush on this stranger. He didn't hesitate coming on to me. He loved the smell of my body the and sound of my voice. He greeted me at the door, with a sly remark. He was like a funny movie; you couldn't stop feeling good while you watched it. If you're wondering, we haven't spoken to one another for two years. He's getting married on the fourth, but I'm sure he'll call me on my birthday.

I smiled back and slowly took a deep breath. I offered him three drinks and he chose the light one. Sitting on the couch, he offered me his ear. I told him the secrets of my life and he offered rewards. He stood straight up, and he seemed so tall back then. He offered his goods and I accepted. I took him into my mouth. I had my full lips wrapped around his large dick. I let my tongue play with his thick cock. I enjoyed the power I had. I let his hands roam over my head. At times, he was pulling my hair, I liked that. I pushed further and further down his cock until I felt it in the back of my throat. I wanted to scream with excitement. I kept quiet as I continued to suck his dick. He wasn't forcing me. I wanted to. I wanted him to feel so good. I wanted him to be at my fingertips, I also wanted to be his toy.

My bum started to move as the intruder moved passed my dimples. He was now at my crack. My backside was burning from the pleasurable sensations. I wanted him to take me. I didn't know who he was- but I wanted him. He managed to move my small body in circular motion with his hand. I was breathing deeply. I never knew one had could bring me to so much pleasure. He was roaming my front side and I was pushing towards his hand. I felt a warm feeling inside my tummy as I thought of my uncle.

He was standing above me as I lay in my bed. My dreams were connected to him. I smiled as he approached my bedside. I turned further as he kissed my exposed neck. I wanted him. My breaths grow deeper and I burned knowing he would give me what I wanted. Soft sighs came from my mouth as his hands approached me, my breasts were now his. My uncle's hands explored them like no other, pinching and twisting. I felt like I was his. Every breath he took was also mine. I licked my lips as I opened my legs and pulled my knees up. I was aching for him to touch me. I was dripping knowing that he wanted me. His kisses turned into soft bites. I couldn't control myself much longer. My sighs were deepening. He had me like my intruder.

I let out a moan while my pussy lips were opened by fingers. Thick fingers I hoped would never fit. I was crying to myself. I felt so guilty for enjoying the sensations, and fantasizing about my relatives. The intruder kept pushing and pushing. He was moving deeper into my soul. I let him. I let him talk me into it. I turned the other way, took a deep gulp and felt a burning I have yet to feel again. My ass was now beginning to be penetrated by my intruder. I let it happen.

Deep breaths, sighs of happiness and sadness overwhelmed me. I cried. I was crying like a baby as the intruder took me.

I wished it my cousin but he was too short to be my intruder. I hoped it was my uncle's friend but I knew he liked older women. I knew it could only be my uncle. I knew it. I smiled. I rolled over so he could feel what he wanted to - my wetness.

He was on my thighs creeping toward my inner softness. I let him. I put my right leg on the floor. He crept closer to my wetness. I was dripping. The thoughts of him ran through my mind. I couldn't help myself. My head rolled back, I wanted him to kiss my neck for real. I wanted his pink thin lips upon my pale white neck. I needed his warm wetness upon my hard nipples.

The wind will take you. The wind won't ask permission or make requests like my uncle. Every time the wind blows on my neck, tosses my hair around or moves smoothly around my bare skin, I think of my uncle. I call him as soon as I can, to reminisce about that Halloween night.