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When I was around five years old. It happened at my grandmother's house, which was the only place I ever saw my uncle. He would come to visit once or twice a year for several days. One day he came into the kitchen where I was eating lunch alone and sat down across from me. He asked if I wanted to see something "cool" so I said yes. Then he took his penis out of his pants and began to rub it with a fork! I didn't know what he was doing but thought it looked funny because he kept making faces like he was in pain. After a few minutes he stopped and put his penis back in his pants.

I took a fork and went to my room to try it myself. I took of all my clothes and lay on my bed with my legs spread apart. When I tried to do what he did I couldn't make anything happen. So I tried to push the fork inside of my peehole. This made me feel really good. I had never felt this way before and I liked it very much. I started to rub harder and faster until finally I got that feeling again. I don't remember coming though. But after that whenever I needed to get off I would go to my room and use the fork.

I think it must have been about three months later when my uncle came over again. My mom wasn't home and we were both in the living room watching TV. We hadn't seen each other since the last time he showed me how to jackoff. Suddenly he stood up and walked toward me. I knew exactly what he was going to do next. He pulled his penis out of his pants and told me to watch him. He then began to rub himself just as he had done before. I was excited by seeing him again and also because I knew I could show him what I learned. I ran to my room and grabbed the fork. I returned to the living room and dropped my pants. I knelt on the floor and stuck the fork between my legs. My uncle watched me intently as I rubbed the fork against my clit. I soon had an orgasm. I looked up at my uncle who was smiling at me. He said "I knew you could do it." I was happy to be able to please him.

That night I slept in my parents' bedroom while they stayed at their friends' house. My uncle came into my room and climbed into bed with me. I expected him to want sex with me but instead he just held me close and fell asleep. The next morning he left early. As I grew older I realized that what he did to me was wrong. But I still enjoyed masturbating with the fork. Sometimes I would fantasize about my uncle being there with me. I eventually gave up using the fork and switched to my fingers. Now I am married and have two children. My husband knows nothing about my past and I hope he never finds out.