I'm Joe. I am a twenty-seven year old virgin. At least I was one up until a few months ago.

I guess I was a wimp and like totally shy while I was growing up. Besides that, from about age 7 to 13, I was overweight and teased and bullied by my peers, both girls and boys because of that. When I physically grew out of that I was still sort of beaten down emotionally and psychologically so that I was a loner with very few and only superficial friends. I did well in school, though, and so I got some affirmation from my teachers. But then I was a nerd and a teacher's pet and teased for that.

When I was eleven, I learned how to masturbate. One night I just got a real hard-on that wouldn't go away. I pulled my pillow down and rubbed against it until I ejaculated. After that it was an every night thing for me. I really had no idea what it was I was doing, just that it felt good physically and it calmed my rather "tied up in knots" emotions. After a few weeks my pillow got to be rather crusty. One day that pillow disappeared and was replaced with another one. The first one was a soft feather pillow, I guess not washable. The new one was spongy foam - not the same. It was then that I learned to use my hands. At first I just came on the bed sheets - crusty bed sheets. Then I started to catch myself and let it spill off the side of my bed onto the carpeted floor. Crusty floor. It took me a while but I finally figured out that a box of Kleenex at my bedside would be the best thing. Crusty Kleenex can easily be trashed or flushed down the toilet.

My parents never talked to me about sex. Never. What I finally learned was from boys at a Boy Scout camp out. I was probably fourteen. I didn't ask questions, I just lay in my sleeping bag listening to the other boys in the tent talk about really dirty stuff. I learned that the boy parts went together with the girl parts to make a baby. That it was called fucking. For some reason that seemed to me to be so dirty and nasty.

Then I realized that what I had been doing to myself at night was also dirty and nasty. I felt incredible shame. But by then I was totally hooked on "jacking off" as they called it.

As a teenager, I never was athletic and never went out for sports, except to be a manager for the B football team. You know, handling the equipment and picking up all the jerseys, smelly sweat socks and jockstraps after the games. I did it only to sort of follow in my older brothers' footsteps. All of them had been star athletes. It was an expectation in our family to make our dad proud through excelling in sports. Tony was the quarterback that took our high school to state for the only time in its history. Mike was star center on the basketball team and James was the pitcher and captain of the baseball team. But when it came to me, I occupied the lowest spot on the lowest team, but since I was on the team I got a jacket and a letter out of the deal, but no babes to hang off my arms.

I certainly never impressed my dad, except maybe negatively. When I was a little fat kid, I thought that my dad could not stand to look at me. What made it even worse for him and for me was that I was Joseph, Jr.

When I graduated I didn't go to college, though with my grades I could have gotten a decent scholarship, I went into the Army for three years. I was a clerk in a supply office and never went anywhere interesting, and kept to myself as usual. All through high school and during my stint in the Army I never had a date with a girl, not even once.

After my discharge from the Army, I took a job at a furniture factory, building the frames for chairs and sofas. A couple years ago I had one blind date set up for me by friends at work. It did not go well. I could not seem to make conversation with her. I was still totally shy around women.

Up until a few months ago, I had never had any sexual experiences or contact with anyone but myself - with one exception - my little sister, Margie, when she was five years old and I was eight. Long story...

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I had my three older brothers but I was never close to them because the youngest of them was eight years older than I was. It was Margie and I that always played together. My parents always had me be in charge of her when we were out playing. So it was me that they blamed when she fell out of the tree and broke her arm.

Because we were a pretty large family in a small house with one bathroom, from the time Margie was able to sit up in the tub, she and I always bathed together. I was shy about even her seeing me naked so I always quickly disrobed and got under the bubbles. I never touched her while we were bathing, though we did have fun playing together in the bath with the toy boats and rubber duckies and blowing bubbles at each other.

After she broke her arm, though, because she couldn't get her cast wet, it was my job to wash her. After all, my parents said it was my fault.

I liked washing her and touching her body all over, especially washing her hair. And Margie liked me washing her. I always used a washcloth on the rest of her body, though. And she always said, "Don't forget to wash me down there." I'd always avoid "those parts" because I was so shy. So the last thing I always did was to wash her "down there", but always with the washcloth.

Until the day before her cast was to come off.

On that last day, Margie said her usual, "Don't forget to wash me down there." I hesitated for a moment. I saw Margie get an embarrassed look. I'm sure I got one, too. I finally dropped the washcloth and "washed" her with my bare hand and for longer than usual. I didn't know why. I just wanted to feel her. After a minute or two, Margie looked up at me, smiled and said, "That feels nice, Joey." I immediately pulled my hand away, totally embarrassed at what I had done. I got out of the bath very quickly and ran to my room.

After Margie got her cast off she could wash herself. So she did that for a few more weeks. Then one day she told me, "Joey, I really liked it when you touched me 'down there'." I thought she wanted me to do it again. I got so embarrassed and flustered that I ran from the bathroom. After that I think my mom realized how embarrassed I was to bathe with her and I didn't have to anymore.

Margie and I still played together, tough, and we were pretty close. And she liked to sit real close to me while we watched TV. She would hold onto my arm and cuddle up to my shoulder. I just was not comfortable anymore with seeing her naked or her or anybody seeing me naked.

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"Hey, Joey, you jack off, don't you?" I pretended to be asleep. All the other guys in the tent knew I wasn't.

"I bet he fucks his little sister, too."

"Yeah, Margie is a cute little girl and she's starting to get tits!"

"Hey, Joey, what does it feel like to fuck your little sister?" All the boys in the tent laughed. I buried myself in my sleeping bag.

"He's not denying it! He is fucking Margie!"

The other boys began to singsong, "Joey's fucking Margie, Joey's fucking Margie!"

After learning the truth about sex at the camp out, the memory of my having touched Margie's little girl-parts came flooding back to me and I had an intense orgasm when I relived the experience in my mind while masturbating. I was 14 then and Margie was 10, and as the boys had said, her breasts were just then beginning to bud. I began to fantasize constantly about her and to stare at her body when I didn't think she was looking. To make it short I was obsessed with her. But I was too shy and embarrassed to take anything further with her.

I'd occasionally go into her room when no one was in the house and look at her intimate things and touch them to my penis while I masturbated. I loved to lay in her bed with her pretty pink satin comforter. I fantasized having sex with my little sister. I loved this. It was a total joy to me to think of fucking Margie. Total joy.

In a couple years, though, Margie had developed into a very voluptuous young lady. She was wearing D-cups by the time she was 14. She no longer fit my fantasy. We were still close, though, but I was starting to look at younger, less developed girls, even 5- and 6-year-olds, like the age she was when I fondled her little pussy. When I fondled her little pussy!!

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Margie got married to Brian about 3 months before I was to be discharged from the Army. I wasn't able to meet him and I wasn't able to attend the wedding because I had already used up my leave. Margie was already pregnant for 4 or 5 months at the time with their baby. They went to live about 450 miles from home then and I only saw them infrequently after my discharge from the service.

They had a girl, Samantha, a little cutie with very wavy long dark hair. On the few times they were able to visit back home, I thoroughly enjoyed doting on my little niece. And Sammy totally took to me even as a baby. Besides her mother, I was the only relative she would let hold her and, oh, how she would coo when she cuddled up to my neck.

But I was still totally embarrassed about seeing anyone naked. When Margie would plop her down on the floor to change her diaper, I'd turn beet red and have to leave the room.

When she was three she was always more excited about seeing me than she was about seeing Gramma and Grandpa. She just loved to play with her "Unca Joe-weee!" I loved playing with her, too. She was the spitting image of Margie when she was at that age. It brought back some of the happier times of my childhood to be around little Sammy. Too bad it was for only a day or two at a time.

Margie's husband, Brian, turned out to be a drunk, a drug addict and a womanizer. He even ended up beating her and went to jail for it, so after six years they divorced. Then Margie moved home. While Margie looked for work it was convenient for her to leave Samantha with me, since I was then working the swing shift at the furniture factory. Little Sammy was 5 and a half years old.

Margie had told me over the phone before she moved back that there was a little change in her daughter's behavior, lately. Sammy had acquired a habit of taking all her clothes off. Margie could hear me catch my breath when she said that.

"Joey! You're blushing aren't you!" I gulped. "You haven't changed one bit since you were a kid, have you!" Silence from my end. She was right. "Joey, I always thought that was so cute, how embarrassed you'd be when anyone even alluded to nudity. You couldn't even sit through a TV show that had girls in swimsuits! God, I'd hoped you'd grow out of that. For your sake. I knew that it was near impossible for you to have a relationship with a girl because of it."

She was right there, too. Any girl I was attracted to I couldn't help but imagine naked in my mind. Then I would blush then turn to mush. All my guts were gone when it came to trying to start a relationship with a girl.

The only relief I got from these feelings came through masturbation....

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Which leads to another regression in my story....

I never had much experience with personal use of the Internet before I left for the Army. But once I was in the Army, it was very convenient to keep in contact with family back home through email, Myspace, etc. And it was free in the common areas of the barracks.

I kept using it at home once I got out to keep in contact with Margie. But I used mom and dad's computer until I bought my house. Once I had privacy and my own computer, I started to get hooked into porn sites. It started for me from clicking on a spam email. Yes, all the embarrassed feelings, all the panic would set in. But then I found that if I was jacking myself the feelings would subside and I could keep looking and looking and surfing and surfing.

Then one day I found a family nudist site. The first time I saw a naked smiling preteen girl playing on the beach, I was totally hooked on naked little girls. Nothing else porn-wise would do it for me after that. No more boobs for me. No more hairy twats or even shaved twats. No more hips and pear-shaped bottoms. I had to have kid stuff and lots of it!

If you're looking for it you can find it. And find it I did. Thousands of pictures of nude and topless girls freely playing on public or secluded European, South Pacific and Asian beaches. It made me wish I had re-upped and gone overseas to experience these wonders of NATURE!

And there was more and more exciting stuff! Soft-core posed models. Girls in flamboyant costumes, which they would eventually shed. Occasionally, there was a thumbnail hard-core picture of a little girl touching herself in an obvious state of arousal, sucking a cock or actually fucking an adult man!

Could I actually FUCK a little girl? Oh my!!!

But then I just knew I would totally fall apart in any real situation.

When Margie first arrived home, little Sammy ran to meet me! "Uncle Joey!!!" She was just beautiful! She wore a pretty knee-length white flowery sundress. She had a thin braid on the left side of her face to accentuate her lovely wavy brown hair. I picked her up and hugged her to me and she lavished kisses all over my face. I was in Heaven! She wouldn't let me put her down for over 10 minutes. Finally her gramma called to her the sixth time and she went in the house.

Margie hugged me then and just started bawling. She said she was so happy to finally be in someone's arms she knew would only love and protect her. I blushed only a little this time. I was so happy to see her again. And I hoped I could actually be her knight in shining armour. And after all these years I was still attracted to her. Still pictured her sitting in the bath with a cast on her arm - 5 years old.

Margie suggested we go to Perkins to talk. Off we went then. I had a coffee and a sundae. She had a latte and a bagel.

"Joey, I will really appreciate your help with Sammy while I look for work. I know she just loves you. The thing I told you about over the phone..." I already was turning beet red and she hadn't even said the words. "... Joey! I just love you - shy little man!"

"Sammy was best friends with little Katie Butler in our neighborhood. It turned out that the Butlers were nudists." I continued to blush, of course. "Inside their house and back yard with a high privacy fence there were no clothes worn unless there were visitors. Sammy was over there so much that eventually she was "converted" you might say, though the parents always wore something when Sammy was over - you know, to 'cover' themselves in case there were any thoughts of impropriety where they were concerned. I know she saw them naked a few times, though. Katie had twin brothers Jake and Andy about two years older than Sammy. So she has seen boys naked." I was not able to make eye contact with her now.

"I didn't object too much when Sammy began to bring Katie over along with her nudism into our home. I kind of thought it was cute and fun. I even shed my clothes a few times." I choked on my coffee and had a coughing fit for about a minute. The waitress saw my plight and brought me a large ice water. It helped - but it didn't ease my embarrassment. I went to the restroom and jacked off. God, I exploded, thinking of my sister Margie playing naked with little Sammy and Katie. Naked little girls! - girls I knew and loved! Of course, I didn't know Katie - but I loved her for introducing my Sammy and Margie to playing in the buff!!

I returned to the booth much more relaxed, but still quite flush in the face. And my dick was still half hard in my pants. I thought I saw that Margie noticed it.

Margie apologized, "I'm sorry, Joey. Maybe it's not such a great idea to talk of these things in a public place." I assured her I was all right now.

So Margie continued saying what she had come to say, "Sammy knows that nudism has to be private and that the other people around have to be comfortable with it. I told her about how embarrassed you would be if she were to get naked around you." I let out an audible grown and almost fainted. "Are you all right, Joey?"

"No - uh, yes." My dick was rock hard again in my pants.

"Sammy has promised me she will keep her clothes on while she is at your place. She understands that it would upset you, and you know how much she loves you and would hate to see you upset." I thought to myself, "Upset me all you want, Sammy!", and promptly passed out in my seat.

I woke up on a stretcher, about to be loaded into an ambulance. The restaurant had called 911. Margie was over me crying, afraid I had had a heart attack. I hadn't. I'd just fucking cummed in my pants! I told the attendants I was all right. I had just fainted. I didn't want to go to the hospital. Fuck, I didn't want them to see my shorts full of spunk!

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Early Monday morning Margie showed up on my doorstep. Sammy was behind her doing cartwheels on my front lawn, exposing her white floral print panties under her jean skirt. I sighed and immediately started to breathe heavily and get flushed in the face.

Margie spoke, "I hope this will work out okay for you, Joey." It would be okay, of course, more than okay. "Sammy, remember what I told you, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, Mommy, 'don't take my clothes off while I'm at Joey's cause he'll be im-bairst.'" She was still doing cartwheels. I was already "im-bairst"!

Margie hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks again, Joey. I'm sure she'll be a good girl for you." Part of me was hoping she would be a little naughty, actually, really naughty, in fact....

As Margie was walking back to her car, Sammy said to me, "I really love your yawd, Uncle Joey, the grass is so soft and you have so many pretty flowers." She stopped her cartwheels, smiled at me, and then ran into my arms. I swept her up and held her to me. She kissed me right on my lips, stared at me and smiled, then kissed me two more times, really hard.

"I missed you, Uncle Joey. I'm glad Mommy came back here." Margie waved at me, threw me a kiss and drove away.

The day went really well, I thought. I played with Sammy in the back yard on the rusty swing set and in the sandbox the previous owners of the house had left behind. I took her to Mickey-Dees for lunch and got her a Happy Meal and a small Coke. She drank all of it right away and I had to get her another one. She played in the Play Station for a long time while I watched her. I got lots of nice peeks up her skirt. I felt the embarrassed feelings, but they eventually subsided and I just enjoyed the view. She was thirsty again after playing so she had a third small coke before we left for home.

It was time for me to get ready for work when we got home. While I undressed to my underwear and went into the bathroom to shave, Sammy watched cartoons on TV. I left the door open. Just as I was finishing, Sammy ran into the bathroom, stripped her skirt and her panties clear off, plopped down on the toilet and pissed out a storm.

The bathroom was small and the toilet was at right angles to the sink. I had a full view of her pussy as the urine shot from her bald lips! I gasped and stumbled out of the bathroom, landing on my bed. I heard her finish pissing, grab some TP, wipe herself and flush the toilet. Then she ran out to me without dressing.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Joey. Did I im-bairst you?"

"Yeah, Sammy, you did. But it's all right. You didn't mean to."

She chuckled, "Aw those small Cokes must'uv made a big Coke. I had to pee-pee really bad!"

"Yeah, Sammy, you did have to pee." I glanced at her still bottomless body and groaned.

"Uncle Joey, your boy thing is getting big and the end is sticking out of your underpants!" I turned away from her really quick to hide my hard cock. Fuck! Damn boxer underwear!

Sammy jumped up on the bed behind me and threw her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry, Uncle Joey, I im-bairst you again! It's awright. I love you, Uncle Joey! Don't be mad at me!" Poor girl was starting to cry!

I turned back toward her and said, "I'm not mad at you, Sammy. Everything's okay." She climbed on top off me, probably still oblivious of her partially undressed condition and started kissing me....

I kissed her back - closed mouth but tight passionate kisses. I relaxed and Sammy stopped crying. We kept kissing. My hand dropped to her bare ass and I came. I shot a big load into those "damn boxer underwear." I just said to myself, "What the hell," and continued kiss my little Sammy and fondle her bare ass. My God, the soft skin of her bare bottom was like nothing else I had felt before!

"That feels nice, Uncle Joey." The same words that came from Margie so many years ago, but I didn't have the same panic. "Yeah, it feels nice to me, too."

"Are you still im-bairst, Uncle Joey?" No, actually I wasn't.

"No, Sammy, I feel happy." She smiled and kissed me again.

Sammy looked down at her legs and put a hand down there. "Did you pee your pants, Uncle Joey?"

Oh, Shit!!

I felt the embarrassment again but it subsided enough for me to answer her. "No, Sammy, it's something else."

She paused and thought, then her eyes lit up, "Is it the boy-stuff that helps make babies?"

I choked. Then I nodded.

"I gotta see it!!" She jumped up and pulled my "damn boxer underwear" down to my thighs!!!

I was glowing beet red again, but I just let her do what she was doing. "Ahh!! Cool! It's all over your tummy!" She put her fingers into the cum that stuck like paste to my lower belly. "It's kine-uv sticky and wet." She put her fingers to her nose and smelled it. "It has a funny smell, kine-uv like cooked rice." She tasted it then and put her fingers in my cum again and licked them off. "I kine-uv like the taste." She played with my cum then and rubbed it all around. I think she liked how it looked and felt in my curly pubic hair.

I was speechless and in a daze.

She chuckled and said, "An' I think your boy-thing is cute!"

Then she looked into my eyes. "Oh, no, Uncle Joey, I've im-bairst you again!"

"It's all right, Sammy, I think I like being embarrassed by you."

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We got dressed and as I took her to drop her off at my parents house, Sammy said to me, " I was naughty, Uncle Joey."

"No, Sammy, what you did was an accident."

"No, Uncle Joey, I took my clothes off on purposed. I wanted to see what it was like to see you im-bairst. I could tell from the way Mommy told me not to, that she liked to see you im-bairst and thought it was funny."

"Your Mommy can be naughty like that, too, you know, but all she has to do is talk about bein' naked and I lose it!"

"You were naughty, too, Uncle Joey."

"Uhh, yeah, I was."

"You touched my bottom an' they told me in preschool that nobody is 'sposed to touched parts that are under underwear!"

I gulped. And just about didn't stop for that stoplight!

"But that was my fault for im-bairstin' you an' climbin' on top of you with no bottoms on."

I thought to myself, "Fuck, she's giving me a hard-on again!"

She chuckled, "But I liked that, Uncle Joey,.... An' I was naughty again for pullin' your underwear down, an' playin' with your boy-stuff that makes babies! Ha, ha, ha, ha ...!"

I was laughing with her now, too!

"We like bein' naughty, don't we, Uncle Joey!!"

I slammed on my brakes, just barely missing rear-ending the guy in front of me!

Little Samantha was turning out to be a dream and a nightmare come true.

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In Part 2, coming soon, Joey and little Samantha start to experiment with nudism in his home, engage in a little more sex-play, sister Margie finds out - and joins in!