I’m 46 now have 3 children and married to a great guy. We have a wonderful house and for 7 years have had our own vacation home. My uncle Terry died last month in Florida. My mother wanted me to go with her to his funeral but I declined. I haven’t seen or spoken to him in over 25 years and just the thought of him makes me sick today. No one and I mean no one, ever found out what this man did with me for almost 5 years starting when I was only 8 years old. My Father died years ago and my mom is retired now. They did own a travel agency for many years and regularly went on trips or cruises with groups they arranged. They had a very good business and acquired wealth for their later years and always generous with my husband and I. Terry is my mothers brother and when they would go on week or weekend trips I would stay at his house. He did have different girlfriends over those years but never got married and I doubt ever had any kids. He moved to New Mexico when I went in high school and I only saw him one time after that about 25 or 26 years ago.

I doubt I thought much about it when I was 8 or 9 because he was always extremely nice to me. We went to the beach every day it didn’t rain, amusement parks, movies and he generally treated me like a princess. The nudity began almost immediately and I thought little of it. As soon as we got back from the beach he had me undress and he would do the same as we showered. I don’t remember when it started but after we both showered he would insist on putting body lotion on my entire body. As time went on he had me do it to him. What I remember most was when he persuaded me to rub it over his genitals. By the time I was 9, if I remember correctly, I was jerking him off not realizing what I was doing. There was always talk and reminders for me not to talk about this to my parents. I do though remember saying things to my parents about being naked a number of times. I believe they must have trusted him so much there was never much said about it. This all went on up until I was close to 13 and that’s when my parents began taking me on trips with them or one of them would stay at home. I went to high school the next year and that’s when Terry moved to New Mexico. I never told my parents what went on with him.

I know this sounds idiotic but when he put the body lotion on me I recall how it felt so good. I could feel him touching my rear and my vagina and recall how good it felt. I can’t say for sure and don’t really know if I ever orgasmed when he did this. I honestly don’t know but do believe there were times he had me aroused. I do clearly remember how he would get erections and how he directed me to touch and hold his testicles. I’m not sure when it started but he surely instructed me how to jerk him off. I remember when he would ejaculate and how his semen would get on my hand and arms. He always told me it wouldn’t hurt me and always washed it off for me. I do suspect my parents began to suspect something was going on but don’t know if they ever confronted Terry. They never questioned me about it and I believe I was to embarrassed to tell them anything. If they did know or if Terry ever admitted anything I don’t know why my mom would go to his funeral. Over those years I probably spent 8 to as many as 12 days a month at Terry’s house. I do question myself but don’t think I knew what arousal or an orgasm was at the time. It is clear to me that I enjoyed it when he was putting the body lotion on me. I recall how he would push my legs open and apply the lotion from my anal area to my vagina and do remember it feeling good. Orgasms, I just don’t know if I ever experienced them at that age. There is no doubt in my mind now that Terry was a pedophile. He would always say things like, when you make me feel good I make you feel good. That he did and I don’t remember him ever saying a harsh thing to me and did everything to please me. He spared no expense to what ever I wanted or wanted to do, but for obvious reasons.