Impregnating Sarah — Part 2

Impregnating Sarah — Part 2

Sarah’s Early Experiences

“My mother was adopted at birth. My grandparents, at least the only grandparents I have ever known, were unable to have children of their own. So, they adopted my Mom. When she was about 17 they adopted a boy, my uncle Matt. He is 7 years older than me. As I was growing up, it seemed Matt was always around. I remember, as a young child, playing games with him at family functions. That relationship was relatively short-lived because he became a teenager, and naturally lost interest in a much younger tag-along like me. By then he had determined that dragging his young niece around to be with this friends was not very cool. But I was only 7 or 8 years old, I didn’t think much of teenage boys at that time either.

“As I grew older, about 11 or 12 years old, I developed a young girl’s crush on him – not a real romantic thing; it was more idol worship than a true crush. After all, he was a popular, good looking, high school athlete and I was a gawky, underdeveloped pre-teen, and because we were related, not by blood, but by law, I got to be with him a lot at family functions. He always seemed to be protective and caring toward me, and in looking back at it now, I can see that I misunderstood his caring, and thought he might be interested in me in a more serious way. That sounds so stupid, doesn’t it?”

“No, I don’t think so,” replied Laura. “You were very young. These emotions were brand new to you. It is not unusual at all to develop a platonic relationship with a close relative. Please continue with your story.”

“One summer, when I was 15, we went to a family reunion in the Midwest and spent two weeks visiting relatives. Most of the family lived within an hour or two of my grandparent’s house, so we used their house as our hotel. You know, we’d go visit someone but we always returned to my grandparents’ house in the evening, and when we weren’t visiting other people, we spent all our time hanging out on the porch or in their pool.

“Matt was living at home that summer and his bedroom was in the basement. I remember he had a part time job, but he seemed to be around the house most of the time. That was ok with me, because at that time, my crush on Matt was in full bloom.”

Sarah laughed quietly to herself, almost as if Laura was not in the room at all, “Here I was a 15 year old teeny-bopper trying to act sexy and flirt with my own uncle. I used to sit next to him whenever I could, at meals or when the family was sitting around talking. I remember my bathing suit! I was absolutely mortified that my Mom had me buy a plain one piece suit. I begged, cajoled, and whined until she finally relented and let me buy a bikini. Believe me it was modest in comparison to the thongs you see today, but I thought I was really hot stuff and I couldn’t wait to wear it when we all went swimming.”

Sarah paused, looking at Laura, “Is this too much detail?”

Struggling with her inner curiosity, Laura did her best to retain her objective demeanor, but she had a feeling where this story was leading and she was anxious for Sarah to continue. “Not at all, please continue.”

Sarah relaxed in the comfortable chair and resumed her tale. “Well, the day after I got my bikini, all the kids decided it was a good day for swimming. I asked Matt if he was going to join us, and he initially said he thought he’d go see what the adults had planned. But after begging him to come swimming, he reluctantly agreed to get in the pool for a few minutes.”

“I have always thought my breasts were too small, but that suit fit me just right because it created an illusion that I had much more up top than I really had, and Matt noticed right off. I happened to see his face when I walked out the door and dropped my towel at the edge of the pool, and even I could see the change in his reaction to me. I am sure it is an exaggeration, but from that moment on, it seemed to me that he was the one vying for my attention rather than the other way around.

“We were in the pool most of the afternoon, splashing, laughing, and generally having a great time. Matt was close to me the entire time, and I loved the attention. After a while, we started playing “chicken.” You know that water fight game where one person rides on someone’s shoulders and you try to knock over the other guys?”

Laura nodded her understanding.

“Well, Matt insisted we all play, and he was emphatic that I be his partner. I was thrilled and eagerly climbed up on his shoulders. He used the opportunity to run his hands around my waist, touch me high on my thighs, and momentarily brush my buttocks. At first I thought it was accidental, you know, just part of the difficulty of maintaining your balance in a pool with someone on your shoulders. But over the course of the game, he continued to caress my legs, even when there was no obvious attempt by another team to knock us over. I started to get concerned, but I admit it felt nice to have him rubbing my thighs and I chose to ignore it the best I could.

“Once, we were knocked over, and I fell from his shoulders into the pool. In an attempt to quickly return to the fray, and lift me back on to his shoulders, his hand moved between my legs and rested momentarily on my pubic mound. At the time, I didn’t think much of it because we were all kicking and screaming about being unfairly knocked over and we were rushing to return to the battle. Now, of course, I am sure his grouping was deliberate.

“Remember I said Matt’s room was downstairs, in the basement? The room I was sleeping in was also in the basement across the hall from his. All the other bedrooms in the house were located on the second floor, so our rooms were relatively isolated from everyone else. One evening, my parents and grandparents were out for the evening – they went to dinner and a movie or something – Matt and I were left alone in the house.