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When it got to be time for their birthdays (Karen first, turning 14,
then ten days later, Wendy (13), with Donna's 15th being two weeks
after that), I was ready. Karen was delighted with the high-end
softball glove I gave her; she'd been bothering her mother to get it,
without success. For her part, Wendy was nearly ecstatic about the
subscriptions to a couple of teenage-girl magazines that I'd paid for,
as well as the introductory cosmetics kit (after due consultation with
Teresa) I presented her with. When Donna's birthday arrived, she was
overjoyed with the new complete field hockey outfitting I'd gotten her
-- uniform, stick, pads, the works.

The other thing I did for each of them was to take them out for dinner
-- just the two of us, and to a different nice place for each of them.
With the help of their mother, they got as gussied up as they could
for it; all three were delighted and proud that I'd want to take them
someplace nice, and show them off. And it was a case of showing them
off; each of them was lovely as could be, and I saw no small number of
male heads turning to watch as each of my companions moved through
'our' restaurant. I suspect they were aware of it, too, since all
three were nearly giddy with joy by the time I got them back home.

My attentions weren't limited to just the girls, either. All along the
way, I'd do what I could to try and make life a little easier and more
pleasant for Teresa, too -- springing for delivery food sometimes,
doing whatever shopping I could for everyone, just sitting with her
and listening when she felt the occasional need to bitch about the
various shenanigans going on at her job, taking the girls out for an
evening so Teresa could have some quiet time alone, and that sort of
thing. Even so, Teresa wasn't anywhere near prepared for the surprise
I had planned for when her birthday rolled around.

First, I enlisted the girls' help by giving them the money to take
their mother in for a somewhat rare visit to a beauty salon to "get
her hair done" -- and once she was there, she'd also get a manicure,
pedicure, facial, and additional pampering. The girls' role was to
claim to have saved the money up from various odd jobs and the like,
and the beauty salon visit was their gift to her. While they were out,
I went upstairs and added a nice dress that Teresa had admired to her
closet; it cost more than she thought she could afford, but I saw how
often she looked at it while we had been in the store. When I went
back the next day, the salespeople in the store remembered her, and
were (thankfully) able to help me get it in the right size.

After all of them got back from the salon, I complimented Teresa on
how nice she looked; then told her that if she thought she had
something she was willing to go out in, I'd take her out to dinner --
just the two of us. Asking her to wait for just a couple of minutes, I
made a quick dash downstairs to change into my best suit; I'd showered
and shaved while the four of them were still out. When I got back
upstairs, Teresa told me "I don't know if I've got anything that would
be nice enough, if you're going out like THAT."

After she went back to her bedroom, all three girls looked at me with
glee on their faces in anticipation of their mother's surprise when
she discovered not only the dress I'd gotten her, but the new jewelry
that they'd bought with the money they pooled together with their
actual savings.

Several minutes went by with no sounds coming from the direction of
their mother's bedroom, and all three girls were starting to look
disappointed when Teresa silently walked into the living room,
surprising them. When they saw the happiness and delight on her face,
they all swarmed around her and wished her a happy birthday between
complimenting her on how nice she looked in the dress. Teresa thanked
all of them for the jewelry (which she was wearing), and asking them
how they'd been able to afford it AND the salon visit. That was when
they broke the news to her that the salon visit had been from me.
Looking at me, Teresa asked "Do I need to guess where the dress came
from?", too happy to be wearing it to be upset with me for buying it.

Keeping my face deadpan, I responded with "I dunno... the Easter Bunny,
maybe?", making her and the girls all laugh.

"Well, wherever it came from, I want to thank them. This is perfect
for a nice dinner!"

"That's good to hear", I told her. "We've got a reservation in" --
checking my watch -- "Twenty minutes, so we MIGHT want to get going."

After a round of kisses, Teresa held my arm on the way out to my car.
During the drive, I glanced over several times, and saw how happy she
was as we chatted. When we got to the restaurant, we had to wait only
a couple of minutes before they showed us to our table.

It was a nice meal in a good restaurant, and it was easy to see that
Teresa was having a great time. She got a little bit tipsy on the wine
we had with our food; just enough that I didn't have any trouble
talking her into the almost decadent dessert she started lusting at on
the dessert cart. Afterwards, we were back in my car when she asked
"Where are you going? This isn't the way home!"

"I thought you might like to spend a little time out on the town
tonight -- a little dancing, maybe, and even a couple of drinks. But if
you want to go home..."

"Don't you DARE!", she exclaimed before she realized I was teasing
her, then telling me "No, I don't want to go home, and yes, I would
like some time out on the town. It's been entirely too long since I've
been dancing, and a drink or two would be wonderful."

The place I took us to was geared more toward us "older folks" than
the clubs the younger kids packed; the music was the kind of stuff
that we were familiar with, and could dance to the way we were used to
dancing. A bit shorter than I was, Teresa made for a nice bundle in my
arms during the slow tunes, and both of us had a great time during the
next few hours. Both of us kept our alcohol consumption down to purely
social levels.

Still, we WERE "older folks", and the late hour and exercise finally
began to take its toll on us. When Teresa suggested that we get home
before the girls phoned us in as missing persons, I agreed. On the
drive home, she sat next to me with her hand on my leg, while I had my
arm around her. As we got close to the house, Teresa told me "I had a
great time tonight, Ted... the best I've had in, oh, forever. I'd have
been happy just with that trip to the salon -- but to not only get this
dress, but the necklace the girls got me, and then have a night OUT
like this... well, you've made this the best birthday I've had in a
long, long time. I just want you to have some idea of how very happy
you've made me tonight."

I spared her a quick kiss to the cheek before telling her "I'm glad to
do it. You do so much -- not just for me, but the girls, too -- that you
deserve at LEAST this much happiness."

By then, we'd reached the street where we lived, and it wasn't until
I'd parked the car and both of us were on the way to the door that
either of us said anything. She stopped in the shadow of a small fir
in the front yard, and when I stopped and turned to look at her, she
told me "Ted, ever since you got here, I've wished to hell that I'd
been the one that could have gone to college instead of my ditz sister
-- so that maybe it could have been me that met you, instead of her.
Then maybe both of us could have had a happy life together all this
time, instead of both of us going through all the crap that we have. I
can tell that you like me, and that you're happy to be in the house
with us. I know the girls have to be watching for us after they heard
the car pull in, and I want us to have a little privacy when I tell
you that I like you, too... a lot."

With that, she reached up and pulled my head down to give me a kiss --
one that made it amply clear that when she'd said "a lot", she'd meant
it. I put my hands on her hips to steady her as our kiss lengthened;
when it intensified and she began pressing herself against me, I moved
them to her ass, pulling her closer as our mouths opened so that we
could touch tongues for the first time ever. Even as we were checking
out each others tonsils, I could feel her bust pressing into my chest
while my hands squeezed the surprisingly firm globes of her ass.
Several seconds later, at almost the same time, both of us realized
that we were moving pretty fast and had better break it up. As Teresa
was getting her dress smoothed out again, I told her "I'm sorry,
Teresa. I guess I really shouldn't have done that."

I heard her laugh softly before answering "It wasn't just you, Ted.
I'm the one that damn near dragged you down to the ground so I could
kiss you, in the first place!"

With both of us looking presentable, Teresa took my arm, and neither
of us said anything else as we made our way into the house. In the
living room, all three of the girls were so obviously being casual as
they watched TV that Teresa and I had to share an amused smile.
Turning to where they were plainly just lounging, Teresa told them
"Okay, it's time for you three to get to bed. You've got time to say
good night to Ted IF you hurry..."

In just a couple of minutes, all three of the girls and I had made our
good nights. As we watched the last of them disappear down the hall,
Teresa turned to me and said "I really am sorry about what happened
outside, Ted. But I meant every word I told you, too -- not just then,
but in the car, about how happy you made me tonight."

Looking into her eyes, I assured her "And I meant what I said, too.",
before giving her a brief, soft, and loving kiss on the lips. I
couldn't fathom what I saw in her expression and eyes when I pulled my
head back; after wishing her pleasant dreams, I turned and went
downstairs. I didn't get to sleep as quickly as I would have liked -- I
couldn't forget how nice Teresa's body had felt next to mine, and how
pretty she'd looked while we'd been dancing...

I'd gotten home early one afternoon after getting a project finished,
and was sitting upstairs with the girls watching a local TV station's
"Dialing for Dollars" movie. Donna was next to me, with Karen sitting
in a chair while Wendy lay on the floor. When the program took a
break, Wendy got up and started down the hall -- apparently for a
bathroom visit; moments later, Karen announced she was hungry and was
going to fix herself a snack, then went into the kitchen. After a bit,
Donna asked me "Would you do something for me, Uncle Ted?"

Figuring she just needed a ride someplace, or wanted me to take her to
the mall, I asked "What's that, sweetheart?"

"I know that sometimes boys and girls, they, uh, do things to each
other... with their, um, mouths. When you helped Karen, I saw that your
fingers were shiny from her being wet inside and that you licked her
off of them. You even looked like you liked it, even. I thought about
that, and the other part, about boys and girls using their mouths on
each other; and I was hoping that you would let me find out what
that's like, too. Not just you doing it to me, either -- I... I'd want to
learn how to make you feel good, too."

Okay, I'll admit that I have my dense times, too -- it took a few
seconds for me to really understand that she wanted to find out what
it was like when somebody (me!) ate her pussy, and start learning how
to perform oral sex (again, with me).

While there was a desire to agree immediately, I couldn't forget the
fact that I'd never done anything with her or her sisters that had
involved my genitals. Sure, I'd seen all three of them naked, and had
my hands on all three, and all over the older two (and even helped
them have orgasms, more than once) -- but they'd never seen ME naked
(to the best of my knowledge, anyway), or had any kind of contact with
me. The other things I'd done with them had been "helping"; if any of
them did anything physical like that with ME, then there wasn't any
denying that our activity was "sexual". It may have been a relatively
small point, but it was still a line that I was extremely reluctant to
cross.

Looking over at her, I told Donna "That's something that I think is a
lot more serious and important that anything else we've done, honey.
I'm going to have to think about it first, okay?"

She didn't seem overly concerned by my response, and told me "I know,
Uncle Ted. Karen and me, we've noticed that you do stuff with us, but
we never do anything with you; so I figured that this was something
where you wouldn't be able to give me an answer right away. But I
really am sure I want to try it, and with you, 'cause I know it'd be
okay."

With that, she simply turned her attention back to where the host was
reaching into the revolving drum to pull out the name and phone number
of some lucky viewer.

After the movie ended, all three of them went back to their rooms to
take care of whatever homework and studying they had. I stayed in the
living room, my thoughts on what to do about Donna's request.

I was still sitting there when Teresa got home without my noticing; it
wasn't until she sat down in "her" chair that I noticed her. When I
turned to look at her, she'd apparently noticed that I'd been a little
(!) preoccupied and simply asked "One of the girls?"

I nodded, and had barely gotten my mouth open to say something when
she interrupted to tell me "Ted, I don't need to know what it is. I
don't care what it is that whichever one of them wants from you. I've
already told you -- I trust you not to let things go too far with any
of them, and I know that you'd NEVER do anything to hurt them. The way
you looked when I got home, I have to figure that it's something
serious; but I still believe that you'll do the right thing. All I'm
really going to say to you is this -- that whatever it is she wants,
it's a pretty safe bet that it's something that she'll need or want
sooner or later, anyway. If she gets whatever it is from you, then
you've got some control over the how and when and why of it, and can
make sure everything is okay. I don't doubt that you don't like it,
whatever it is; but that's part of raising kids -- setting aside your
worries and fears and all that, so that you can take care of THEIR
needs."

Hearing that from her, my first thought was that I wasn't raising
them... then had to admit to myself that I WAS. Not as much as the
full-time job it was for Teresa, but that I was having an impact on
them was undeniable. Shortly after that, I had to face the fact that I
hadn't been particularly serious or responsible about it, either; I
was fine with dealing with the fun and easy things that came up, but
not so good at it the rest of the time -- the infrequent need to
discipline one of them I'd always pushed off onto Teresa, instead of
taking care of it when and where it was appropriate. She'd even told
me that she'd rather have me punish them, since she didn't believe in
wait-til-your-father-gets-home. Remembering THAT got me started on
recalling a lot of the other things she'd said to me -- not just since
I'd moved in, but before; and that started me really thinking about
what Donna had asked of me.

My reverie was interrupted by Wendy coming in and kissing me on the
cheek to get my attention, then telling me supper was ready. When I
sat down at the table, all three of the girls looked at me oddly -- and
continued to watch me as we ate. I wasn't a big part of the
conversations that went on, and Teresa just nodded when I said that
I'd be downstairs, after we finished.

It was later than I would have liked when I finally got things settled
in my mind, and figured out what I was going to do... not just about
Donna, but Karen, and even Wendy -- and Teresa.

It was a couple of days before I got the opportunity to be alone with
Donna long enough to tell her "If you want to know about that stuff
that you asked me to help you with, I can do that. But I think there
are some things that we need to talk about, so that we ALL understand
what's going on with all of us. I'm not going to embarrass anyone by
doing anything like calling some kind of family meeting, or sitting
all of you down and lecturing at you, or anything like that. You're
the oldest, and you're the one that has been asking me to do new stuff
with you more than the others, so you and I are going to talk -- and
when we're done, I know that I can trust you to let your sisters know
what's going on, too, when they have a problem or question. Okay?"

Donna solemnly nodded her head, and I started out by saying "You said
that you and Karen know that you haven't done anything with me, and
there are a couple of reasons for that. One of them is the big one
that was MOST of it, and the other is something else that I had to
worry about, but not as much."

Donna asked me what they were, and I explained "The second thing, the
little one, is that I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone ever
found out that I've been touching you and your sisters, and doing the
things we have with you and Karen; and I mean trouble like police and
maybe going to jail or prison and things like that."

In response to the horrified expression on her face, I quickly told
her "I know that you and your sisters would never say anything to
anyone about it, and your mom has already told me that if it's one of
you that comes to ME, she doesn't mind. That's part of why I wasn't AS
worried about the second thing -- because I know that I can trust you
as much as you trust me. But I think I had to tell you what might
happen so that you would know how much trouble I could be in if anyone
ever did find out what we've been doing. I'm not trying to scare you,
or make you feel guilty, or anything like that; I just need to make
sure that you understand that what happens with me and any one of you
three is something that could mean that I'd never get to see any of
you ever again if anyone found out. You're fifteen, now, and I know
that you want to be grown up; well, this is something that being grown
up means you have to know about. I think you know that I couldn't
explain this to Karen and Wendy without scaring them, or making them
feel bad; and I think you know that you could tell them so that they
don't feel the same way you do right now."

It took only a moment for Donna to consider the matter before
seriously telling me "Yeah, I could. And I know that's why you're
telling me, instead of them -- so that I can do it, and you won't scare
them." She was silent for a few seconds, then said "Being grown up
isn't as nice or easy as I thought it would be; you have to think and
worry about more stuff, and do a lot more things that you don't want
to, than I thought."

"That's the other reason that you weren't doing things with me.", I
told her. "As long as it was you girls coming to me and asking me to
do things with you, then I could tell myself that I was just 'helping'
you; but if you had done anything with me, then I would have had to
think that there was something like sex happening between us -- even if
it was only a little bit. Except that I finally had to admit to myself
that even the other stuff we were doing was still 'sex', even if you
weren't doing anything with me. Sweetheart, you and your sisters are
more important to me than anything else in the world -- I couldn't love
any of you any more than if you were my own daughters; and THAT was
something I had to think about, too. It wasn't easy, and I had to
think about it really hard and for a long time before I had an answer
to all the questions and things that were on my mind. I know you're
fifteen, and you feel like you're all grown up and everything; but I
was still worried that I might do something to you, or with you, that
you weren't actually ready for. I was also worried that if you did
anything with ME, that what happened might hurt you or scare you in a
way that might even last your whole life. So I had to really think
about all of you, and me, and what we were doing, and what might or
could happen IF we did even more things together -- like what you asked
me to help you with."

She remembered that I'd already told her that I'd do what she wanted,
so she was simply looking at me with considerable interest as I
continued "Like I said, it wasn't easy for me -- particularly when I
had to admit that what we'd already been doing was sexual. But I
remembered some things that your mom has said, and thought about
those, too; and I finally decided that if the three of you really want
to know about stuff like that, then after all the other things we've
done together, the best thing I could do to make sure you weren't hurt
or scared by learning that stuff was if you learned it with me --
because I know that if it's with me, then I can make sure that each of
you understands that we're doing something special... not because it's
US doing it, but because of why. When I touch you and help you have an
orgasm, the most important part of it is that we love and trust each
other, not that it's you and me, or that I AM touching you. You
understand what I'm saying?"

The expression of love on her face told me that she did, but I was
still glad to hear her say "Yeah, I do, Uncle Ted. That's why I do
come to you -- because I do love you, and know that you love me. I
don't think it would even feel as good as it does, if I didn't know
you love me a much as you do."

I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then went on to say "That's
what I figured, about the things I've done with you and your sisters,
so far. But you remember that you told me that you knew us using our
mouths on each other was something where I wouldn't be able to give
you an answer right away, so I know you understood that it was
important. Now, I said that I can help you learn about that. Telling
you how much I had to think about it, and all that... that was so you
would know why I can help you; if I hadn't thought about all the
different things like I did, and for as long, I would have told you
'no'. Now I have to tell you what has to happen before I will do
anything like that with you."

I could see the surprise on her face, as well as her concern, when I
continued "If I'm going to do anything with you or your sisters from
now on, it's going to be up to all of you to make sure it's okay with
your mom for you to be with me longer, so that we don't feel like we
have to hurry or anything." She said that sounded okay, and I told her
"For that to really work, I think that it has to be okay for whichever
one of you that wants to be with me to come down here any time, too...
even in the evening, or for the whole night. So you have to make sure
your mom doesn't have any problem with that, too. I'm not going to ask
her if it is, because I'm not the one asking for us to be together --
YOU girls are. And I don't think she would tell me she doesn't mind,
for the same reason. Now, any of you could just do it, but I think
that you know that even if your mom thought it was okay the first
couple of times, she'd be be mad if it kept happening without you
saying something first. If she got mad at ME, then I'd probably have
to move out -- which means that we wouldn't be able to do stuff
together AT ALL any more, and I probably wouldn't be able to see all
of you as often. So even if it's hard to do, I think you see that it's
still best if you check with her first, right?"

Donna assured me she did, and that she and her sisters would do as I
said. Next, I told her "I know I've been a stinker about doing stuff
with you girls before -- and now you know some of why that was. But you
also heard me tell you that I've decided it's okay for me to do things
with you; and that means that if one of you wants me to do something
with you, you aren't going to have to try to talk me into it. If I
think you understand what you're asking, then I'll probably agree -- so
it's going to be up to each of YOU to think about what you want, and
make sure of it, before you come to me. I'm still not going to do
anything to actually hurt any of you, ever -- but I'm not going to try
to stop you from doing something dumb, or embarrassing, either. So if
you're going to be 'grown up' enough to want me to do sex stuff with
you, it's up to you to make sure you act grown up enough to think it
through beforehand."

I watched as she mulled that one over for a bit before realizing that
the freedom to do what she wanted came with the responsibility for the
consequences of those actions. There was no mistaking how serious she
was when she nodded, letting me know that I could continue "It doesn't
have to be just one of you at a time. If there's something two, or
even all three, of you want to know about, then it's okay with me. You
don't have to do the same things, or be together the whole time,
either. I'm not saying anything like that should happen, or that I
want it to... just that it's okay with me. Whether it does, or when, or
how, is up to you three."

"I understand, Uncle Ted.", she assured me.

"The last thing", I told her, "is that you and your sisters know your
mom better than I do -- at least about stuff like this. So it's going
to be up to each of you to be SURE that you don't do anything with me
that your mom wouldn't like. If you're wrong, then there's the same
problem as about how much time you spend with me, only worse -- your
mom might decide that she IS mad or upset enough to make trouble for
me with the police. You've said that you trust me, and now you know
how important it is that I can trust YOU... and what can happen if that
trust is ruined because somebody did something dumb, or forgot, or got
mad."

Solemn again, Donna told me "I know what you're telling me, Uncle Ted,
and how much trouble there can be if we aren't careful -- that we have
to take care of the serious parts before we can do the fun ones."

Smiling, I told her "That's exactly right. That's what really being
grown up is all about. You just listened to me talk; now it's your
turn. Is there anything you want to say to me? Or ask?"

"Not right now. Later, maybe."

"That's fine, dear. Any time any of you wants to talk to me, or ask me
something, that's fine. It's just about doing stuff with each other
that we have to think extra about.", I told her, before taking her in
my arms and giving her a hug. She readily hugged me back, and I could
see that although she was still serious about what we'd talked about,
she was happy that it hadn't changed how I felt about her.

My change in attitude wasn't just about me and the girls; I also began
making sure that I was doing my fair share about other things, too. I
began to make the time to help with some of the household chores that
weren't assigned to the girls -- and reminding them of the ones they
DID have, when necessary; taking care of the myriad of small jobs that
seemed to crop up in a house, like fixing a leaky faucet or oiling a
noisy door hinge; cutting the grass myself, instead of renting a
neighbor kid do it.

It was maybe a couple of weeks after I'd talked to Donna, and after
the girls had gone to bed one evening, when Teresa told me "I don't
know what's gotten into you, Ted, or what's changed... but I haven't
missed noticing that you're being a lot more 'involved' around here
lately. Don't get me wrong -- I appreciate it; but I wonder what
brought it on, too."

"Remember a couple weeks ago, when I was having a problem with one of
the girls?"

She gave me a half-smile before answering "Yeah, I remember. You were
zoned out on us all through supper, and disappeared downstairs right
after. You weren't entirely with us even at breakfast the next
morning."

A little shame-faced, I told her "I had a lot on my mind, and the
things you said to me when you got home got me thinking about a lot of
other stuff, too. Along the way of getting things worked out in my
head about the girls, I realized a few other things, too -- one of them
being that I wasn't really doing as much around here as I should. It
wasn't fair to you or the girls, so I decided to stop cutting myself
so much slack. I told you on the way home after we went out that night
that you do a lot for me, and I figured that I was overdue to start
doing things for you, too. I know I spent a lot of time just... coasting
along since I got here, and I'm not going to do that any more."

I didn't know quite what to make of the expression on her face as she
told me "I didn't mind that you were... coasting, as you say. You were
still trying to get yourself back together after your divorce, and I
knew it was different for you than it was for me -- my marriage wasn't
all that damn good to start with, and it ended fast and hard. I knew
how hard you tried to make yours work, and how much crap you had to
deal with while it dragged out; so I was fine with you coasting after
something like that. But I have to admit that it's nice that you're
getting it in gear, so to speak."

I gave her a wry grin as I replied "I'm not sure that I have, yet."

"I don't think you're going to slack off. When I first noticed the
change, I thought maybe you were just 'working off' something, but
you've kept at it -- and even gotten better about it. I don't know if
you realize it, but when the girls started to argue about what show
they wanted to watch tonight, you gave them a chance to settle it
themselves; when they didn't, you just stepped in and put an end to it
-- no muss, no fuss."

"I'm sorry if I stepped on your toes, or hurt anybody's feelings.", I
answered, sheepish.

Teresa just laughed before saying "You didn't, not even a little bit.
After you did it, I realized that they'd have kept on until I DID get
annoyed with them, so you were putting an end to it before I would
have had to. And it didn't hurt them or me in the slightest; when you
did it, I saw that they knew what they'd been doing, and by stepping
in when you did, you actually put an end to it before any of them did
end up with hurt feelings -- and because it was still early in the
argument, you were able to squash it quieter and nicer than would have
happened if you'd waited for ME to do it. Ted, all of them love you as
much as you love them, and you're a good influence on them, whether
you or they realize it, or not. Maybe you can't see how much they've
changed since you got here, but I sure can!"

She took a breath then, and with a more serious tone, told me "I think
I know -- at least, a little bit -- what you decided about whichever one
of them was troubling you that night. This last week, all three of
them have actually made it a point to come and talk to me, independent
from the others. All three of them have had pretty much the same
things to say, but with different words, and wanted to make sure I was
okay with them being with you -- not just about whatever has already
gone on between you and them, but that more might happen, too. I don't
think that I'd have to tell you this, but I want to; I've said it
before, but that was before you had your 'night out'. So here it is...
I'm fine with them coming to you -- whenever they want to, for however
long, for whatever reason. I know that all of them want to be grown
up, and sometimes even feel or think that they are; and I have every
reason in the world, I think, to believe that you're trying to help
them. I don't doubt for even a moment that you're trying to teach them
what it means to be an adult, and how they can do it. I know, know
mind you!, that you aren't going to hurt them, or let them hurt
themselves -- but that if you have to, you'll let them learn what they
have to know the hard way, too. You'll love them, and be gentle and
patient with them -- but without spoiling them, either. Like I told you
that night -- whatever one of them might come to you about, it's a
pretty safe bet that it's something she'd try to find out about,
anyway; for all the good that I know you'll do them, and everything
else I know you'll teach them, I'm not going to quibble about
something as relatively trivial as HOW you do those things."

Sure, I'd told the girls that I didn't need to hear from their mother
that they'd talked to her, or that she would accept the increased
intimacy between me and them; but since she did tell me those things,
and more... well, it did a lot to put my mind at rest. I figured that
turnabout was fair play, and that I could (and should) do what I could
to resolve any concerns she might have.

Looking into her eyes, I told her "Thank you. Not just for letting me
know that you noticed I'm participating more, but that you appreciate
it. You told me that night that you didn't need to know what was
wanted from me, and it didn't matter -- and then told me why. You just
said that you've got a little bit of an idea of what I decided that
night, and from what you've told me, I think you do. You've also given
me a vote of confidence by making it clear that you trust your
daughters with me, and I want to thank you for that, too -- and let you
know that I will never give you any reason to regret doing so. You
said that you don't need to know what happens between me and them, and
I'll respect that. I haven't necessarily tried to be a good influence
on them before; if you think that I have, anyway, then I want to tell
you that I WILL be trying from here on. Yes, I love them -- as much as
if they were my own; and no, I won't hurt them, or let them hurt
themselves. And if that's the way it has to be, then I'll let them
learn the hard way... even if it hurts me. Above all, I'll cherish them,
always."

I could see tears forming in Teresa's eyes as she quietly told me
"Thank you, Ted.", with a smile on her lips.

I smiled back, and trying to tease her out of any sadness, said "Now
that we've got all that mushy stuff out of the way, I think it's about
time we get some sleep.", before standing up.

After a short laugh, Teresa stood up, too, then came over and gave me
a hug. When she released me, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before
saying "See you in the morning.", and getting a "Good night, Ted." in
return.

Late morning the following Saturday, I was downstairs in my place
watching one of the home improvement and repair programs on public
television when I heard Donna call down to see if I was busy. I told
her I wasn't, and turned the TV off, then heard as more than one pair
of feet came down the stairs. A second later, I saw that all three
girls had come down for a visit; Wendy with a book in her hand.

As I was looking at them, Karen told me "Mom went out to go visit with
Martha" -- one of her friends from work -- "and we thought this would be
a good time to maybe, uh, learn some stuff."

The way she was talking told me that all three of them were there
about some aspect of sex -- but what, and why, I didn't know. That was
cleared up when Donna told me "I wanted to come see you about the
other stuff we talked about, and I kinda talked about it a little bit
with Karen, and she said she wanted to learn some of it, too. I
remembered what you said about it being okay if there was more than
one of us, so I asked Wendy if there was anything she wanted to find
out."

Wendy spoke up then, telling me "I... I've kinda been wondering about,
um, guy stuff. Your parts, I mean -- between your legs.", with a little
bit of a blush. Taking a breath, she went on to say "I know what girl
stuff looks like, with me and Karen and Donna all being able to see
each other, and everything; and I've seen boy babies before, and even
some other guys when I was littler. But I think it's probably
different when they're -- I mean, you're -- grown; I know WE don't look
like we did before we started growing boobs and hair and everything..."

Karen picked it up from there, saying "Anyway, we figured that if it
was okay with you, we could all find out about guy stuff together.
Wendy'll leave after that, but I'd like to see the part where Donna is
doing stuff with you -- just at first, I mean, so I can see what
happens to you. After that, it'd just be you and her."

I looked at Donna, and she simply said "You said we needed to think
about what we wanted, and all that, so I thought that if we did things
that way, then we could all find out what we wanted to know -- but not
too much."

I looked at each of them for a moment, and not one of them appeared to
be nervous or afraid or embarrassed -- only a trifle worried that
they'd picked a bad time, nothing more.

I smiled before telling them "That's fine; that's exactly the kind of
thing that I want you to do -- think about what you want, and figure
out how to make it happen while you help each other."

All three looked pleased as I asked them "I'm guessing you wanted it
to happen now?" They nodded, and I next wanted to know "Did you want
it to be down here, or someplace else?"

It was Karen that told me "We thought down here, for this. Your bed is
bigger, so there would be room for all of us."

"Okay, that's fine. What did you need or want me to do?"

Wendy gestured with the book in her hand as she told me "Um, just for
you to be naked at first, so we can see how real people are different
than the book Mom had us all read."

To that, Donna added "We think we'll have questions, too. And... and if
it's okay, we'd like to do more than just look."

"That's okay, too.", I told them.

All of us just stood there for a couple of seconds, before I realized
that they needed me to get things moving. After standing up, I walked
to where my queen-size bed was; the three of them followed, and
silently watched as I started to get undressed. I was curious as to
when (or if, in the cases of Wendy and Karen) they would get undressed
to -- and was mildly disappointed when none of them followed my
example. They didn't need to, of course, but I would have enjoyed the
view if they had.

The only noise came when I slid my shorts down, and my cock and balls
slipped free -- causing Wendy to gasp. Once I was naked, I calmly got
onto the bed and lay down on my back so that I was as passive and
non-threatening as I could be. It took a few seconds for them to get
started, but all of them were soon sitting on the bed even with my
thighs, facing me. Wendy opened the book where one of them had put a
bookmark, then set it to where all of them could look at it. For the
next several minutes, I understood how a bug under a microscope must
feel as all three of them gestured between me and the book as they
exchanged whispers. Once all of them were satisfied that what was in
the book was a reasonable approximation of the real world, it was
Wendy that asked "Why are you different here at the end, than the
book? It shows something they call a 'foreskin', but you don't have
one."

I carefully explained to them that I did, in fact, have a foreskin --
but that it looked different because I'd been circumcised (and what
that involved). They were wide-eyed by the time I was done, and I had
to go on to explain to them that it had happened while I was still an
infant, and that I had no memory of the experience... which visibly
relieved them.

A few more questions followed, and I didn't have any problem answering
to their satisfaction. After they'd all sat there silently for several
seconds, I thought to ask "You want to look closer, and touch?"

With faint blushes, all three nodded their heads, and I told them "Go
ahead, then, if you want. I'll let you know if you start to do
anything that hurts, but otherwise, I'll just stay quiet."

Though my expression never changed, and I stayed quiet and impassive,
I was considerably amused when the first thing each of them did was to
run her fingertips through my pubic hair, above my penis. They must
have spent nearly two full minutes just marvelling at how different it
was from their own growths before Karen tentatively took my flaccid
penis between two of her fingers and lifted it up from where it was
laying on top of my scrotum.

When I didn't have any visible reaction, Wendy and Donna then began
their own investigations. After that, the next few minutes went by
with all three of them fascinated by the particulars they found. With
all three of them dressed, and me again feeling like a particularly
interesting biology specimen, having their soft hands on my equipment
wasn't exactly stimulating for me. I knew that Phase One of the
program was over when Wendy closed the book she'd brought along, then
moved up to give me a kiss on the cheek (and get one back, along with
a pat on her butt) before she told me "Thanks, Uncle Ted.", and
smiling when I answered "You're welcome, honey."

After Wendy had been gone for several seconds, Donna and Karen shared
a brief look before both of them got off my bed and began undressing.
Once naked, they got themselves situated next to me again, one on each
side. Apologetically, Karen told me "I... I want to see what happens
when you get excited, but I don't think I'm ready to, um, do anything
with you yet."

I quickly assured her "That's fine, sweetheart. I don't want you to
EVER do anything you're not ready for, okay? I will never, ever be mad
or upset if you want to wait and make sure before you do something."

I could see that my words had the desired effect when she smiled, and
nodded her understanding.

Donna then asked me "What should I do, Uncle Ted? To get you excited?"

I looked at her, and calmly answered "What you should do is only what
you want to. What you can do is try doing to me what I do to you."

"But you're a guy, and you're not the same as me!"

"No, but a lot of what works on girls will work on guys, too. Sure,
all our parts are on the outside, but that really just means that it's
easier for someone to get us excited. Instead of a small clitoris like
you have, I've got the head of my penis, which is pretty easy to find"
-- that drew a laugh from both of them -- "and has the same effect on
ME. Instead of the pretty flower petals that YOU have" -- both gave me
pleased smiles at my description -- "there's the shaft of my penis."
Then, sounding like a TV ad announcer, I added "But wait! There's
more!", making them laugh again before I finished "There's also my
testicles, inside my scrotum. They aren't as sensitive, but if you
touch them and gently play with them, that helps, too. And pretty much
every guy is going to be easier to get excited if he can touch you,
too."

Smiling, both of them scooted themselves close enough that I could
reach them; then Donna reached out and took my cock in her hand as I
put a hand on each of their cute little asses. Donna seemed uncertain
what to do once she had hold of me, so I started caressing her smooth,
firm ass cheek; a second later, she began stroking me.

It took a couple of minutes before she began to get the kind of
reaction she wanted; once she did, though, it didn't take her long to
increase and expand her efforts. She wasn't hurting me, so I was
perfectly willing to let her learn what to do, and how, on her own.
Besides, it gave me time to enjoy playing with both of their lovely
tushes. Once I was almost fully erect, I heard Karen's incredulous
voice say "It... it's so BIG! I didn't know they could get like that!"

Calmly, I told them "Believe it or not, that's about the normal size
for men. I'm about as average as I can be -- some are smaller than me,
and some are bigger. It's a lot like girls and how big their breasts
are -- I'll bet you two aren't much different than MOST of the girls
your ages, but that there are some that are really small, and some
that are really large; but most of you are pretty close to the same."

I saw as both of them silently nodded in agreement as Donna continued
her efforts. A little later, Donna managed to convince her sister to
try it for a bit; the first thing Karen said after wrapping her hand
around my turgid manhood was "It feels so warm! And it's so soft on
the outside, but still so hard..."

Once she'd given me a few slow strokes, Karen wasn't reluctant to
continue for a little longer -- but didn't hesitate to release me when
Donna indicated she wanted to continue.

A few more minutes, and I was fully erect... and starting to enjoy
Donna's efforts. Not sure what they had in mind, I figured I'd better
give them some idea of what they could do by telling them "Donna, what
you're doing feels good for me, and both of you know what it looks
like when a guy gets excited. Now, there are a couple of ways we can
do this, depending on what you want to happen. Karen, it's up to you
whether or not you want to see what happens when a guy has a climax.
Donna, if you want us to, you can help me have a climax before we do
the other things you wanted to find out about. If you do, then it'll
take a little time before I can get excited again -- BUT, I can do the
things that you wanted to learn about between when I climax, and I can
get excited again. After that, you can do the things that YOU wanted.
So it's up to you two: if you want, both of you can see what happens
when I get excited enough, and Karen can leave if she wants; then I
can do things with Donna, and we finish with Donna doing things with
me. If Karen doesn't want to see what happens, then Donna and I do
whichever one she wants to first. Whatever you decide is fine with
me."

They looked at each other for several seconds, then exchanged a few
whispers, before Karen told me "I'd like to see.", followed by Donna
saying "I want to see, first, so I'm not surprised."

"That's okay -- both of you. Now the only thing you have to decide is
how soon you want it to happen, and whether or not Karen helps. If you
want it to happen sooner, then it would help ME if I could touch you
more."

I got the answer to the second question when both of them scooted even
closer -- making it possible for me to reach them from their shoulders
on down. What Donna was doing felt good, and my hands were still
enjoying the feel of their tight asses, so I just kept going with what
I was doing -- at least, for a little while.

When Donna released me so that Karen could begin stroking my hard cock
again, I figured that it was to me to raise my goals a bit; and more
specifically, get my hands on their tits.

When I'd admitted to myself that the other things I'd done with them
had been sexual, too, it was as if a weight had been lifted off of me.
I was still committed to not doing anything to hurt or disturb them,
but I felt like I was finally free to really participate in the things
we did together. So with both of them there with me, and both
interested in seeing what happened when I climaxed, I didn't have any
problem with seeking out the pleasures that would help make that
happen.

Slowly and soft, I caressed my way from the smooth globes of their
asses to their hips and waists. After a brief detour to delight in the
softness of their bushes, I meandered my way farther and farther up
their young bodies until I was finally able to start playing with two
very different, but equally enjoyable, breasts. Donna's mammary was
still larger than Karen's, but Karen had a slight advantage in
firmness. For both, the way I softly drew my fingers from the base of
her breast to the tip soon had two small nipples standing proud -- one
light, and one dark.

Once I'd gotten them to that point, it wasn't long before Karen
decided that she wanted to have my erect cock in her hand again; when
she started to reach for it, Donna simply smiled at her sister and
released her grip on me. After shifting her position slightly, Donna
moved to her hands and knees, then leaned over me so that her breasts
were right over my face. I was happy to accept her invitation, and
raised my head enough to take the end of the breast that I hadn't been
touching between my lips, and start gently sucking on it. As I was
doing that, I caressed my way down her body until I was able to cup
her soft pale mons in my hand. I heard her moan softly when I let the
tip of my finger dip between the soft folds of her labia; after
wetting the end of it with her oils, I slowly drew it upwards so that
I could begin softly and gently teasing her erecting clitoris -- which
earned me another pleased moan from her.

It didn't take long for me to get Donna softly panting between the
sounds she made as I continued to nurse at her breasts, and patiently
toyed with her small pleasure-button. When I spared the time to look,
I could see that Karen was fully aware of what I was doing to her
older sister -- and how Donna felt about it.

Donna had come to me enough times that I had a fairly decent idea of
how best to arouse her, and help her have an orgasm. I happily applied
myself toward making that happen, but with a little bit of a twist; as
Donna got more and more aroused, the supply of her feminine juices
increased -- and I deliberately let her watch when I would collect a
goodly sample of them on my finger, then transfer them to my mouth.
The first time I did it, her eyes widened in surprise; but after that,
I could see that it excited and aroused her a little more each time I
did it.

About the time that I could feel myself reach the point that signalled
I was on the "home stretch" toward finding my release, I felt Karen's
hand slowing slightly as she continued to stroke my penis. Another
look her direction revealed that she was watching what I was doing to
(and with) Donna, more than what she was doing to ME. That gave me the
idea to try something a bit different than the plan we'd started out
with.

I increased the speed and pressure of my manipulations of Donna's
clitoris to a point that I knew stimulated her tremendously, and it
was barely a minute until I could tell that she was getting close to
an orgasm. I waited until I knew she was almost there, then firmly
(but carefully!) bit her nipple -- effectively pushing her over the
edge and into the chasm of a deep and powerful release that had her
young body going through a series of powerful spasms. When it was
over, I helped support her as I guided her to lay on her side while
she got her breath back. Though I kept my head turned toward Donna, I
could see from the corner of my eye that Karen was somewhat awed by
what her older sister had just gone through -- and a bit envious of it.

When her breathing had stabilized, Donna sat up again and looked down
at me to say "Thanks, Uncle Ted -- that was great!"

I smiled up at her before saying "I think Karen might like to have
one, too, before she leaves..."; that was all the prompting Donna needed
to change position so that she could nudge Karen's hand out of the way
and start masturbating me again. When I turned my head to Karen, I saw
that she was looking at me with an expression of uncertainty and
desire. I knew how to deal with the desire, and addressed the
uncertainty by holding my arm out in invitation.

In almost no time at all, she'd gotten herself to her hands and knees,
and close to me; close enough, even, that I was able to gently guide
her head down for the two of us to share a kiss -- one that ended only
after our tongues had played in each others mouths. When Karen pulled
her head back from mine, there was a look on her face that I didn't
quite know what to make of; it quickly disappeared, though, when I
used my hand to tease both of her nipples to erection before sliding
it down her belly...

When my hand slid between her thighs, Karen tilted her head back and
released a pleased sigh before getting herself situated over me much
as Donna had. Again, I welcomed the opportunity to lick and gently
suck on the peaks of her breasts, and gently nibble them with my lips.
Between her silken thighs, I had started softly drawing the tip of my
finger across her opening before slowly easing it up enough to brush
it across her erect clitoris. Just a very few passes like that
resulted in enough of her oils leaking out of her for me to begin
using them to keep from causing her any pain while I twirled my finger
around her clitoris, interspersed with periods of gently pressing on
it and a slow rhythm. That added stimulation dramatically increased
the supply of her nectar; just as I'd done with her sister, I let
Karen see as I licked them off my finger after I'd gotten it
well-coated. Having seen me do the same thing with Donna, Karen wasn't
surprised by it -- but certainly just as aroused.

Younger and slightly less experienced than her sister, Karen didn't
respond quite as quickly as Donna had; that only meant that I got to
enjoy the delights of her young body for that much longer before I'd
gotten her close to her own orgasm. Once again, I patiently brought
her to the edge, only to push her over it by rapidly tapping her
clitoris as I strongly sucked on the end of her firm breast; from my
perspective, I figured that her release was easily the equal of the
one I'd help Donna find.

After the pleasure had tapered off for her, I had to help Karen lay
down, too; as she got her breathing back under control, the two of us
looked into each others eyes; in hers, I could see the joy she felt at
the experience she'd just had -- and the love and gratitude she felt
toward me for helping her have it.

Remembering that Karen wanted to watch as I climaxed, Donna had taken
care not to stimulate me too much. Even so, I wasn't far from finding
my release by the time Karen was able to sit up again and get herself
relocated across from her sister -- something that Donna took as her
cue that it was okay to increase her efforts.

I think that both of them knew that I was getting close, and it both
surprised and pleased me when I felt Karen's soft hand cup my scrotum,
and then carefully roll my balls around inside it.

Knowing that both of them had a hand on my genitals was all it took
for me to find my release; I barely managed to tell them "It's going
to happen!" before the first jet of my cum erupted from the end of my
cock, quickly followed by a second. I managed to draw a breath before
the remaining surges of semen left me gasping.

Opening my eyes, I looked down toward the two of them to see what
their reaction would be to what they'd just accomplished, and
witnessed. Though both were clearly surprised, neither exhibited any
sign of being put off by it. In fact, Karen watched as Donna brought
her jism-coated hand up to her face to examine it; then after sniffing
to see if there was any odor, Donna stuck her tongue out and used it
to collect one of the larger blobs for a taste-test. After she'd
considered it for a second, she crinkled her nose, but then opened her
mouth and began licking her hand clean. That was all Karen needed to
see before she used her fingers to collect what she could from one of
the larger puddles on my belly, and perform similar tests. Karen
apparently found the taste more appealing, since she didn't make any
faces -- she just went about wiping up puddles of my semen and
depositing them in her mouth.

When they were done, both looked toward me -- and only then seemed to
realise that I'd likely witnessed what they'd done. Both blushed
faintly, but when I didn't say or do anything to indicate that it
mattered to me, they quickly settled down again. I opened my arms, and
both of them quickly moved to lay on their sides and snuggle next to
me. I rested my hands on their waists, and told them "Thank you, both
of you. That felt really good."

I could hear the satisfaction in Donna's voice when she told me "I'm
glad I was able to make you feel as good as you made me feel, Uncle
Ted.", followed by Karen happily telling me "Yeah... me, too. I was just
surprised at how hard it came out, and how much of it there was!"

Donna laughed before adding "Yeah, it surprised me, too -- but in a
nice way.", prompting both of them to giggle briefly.

Several seconds went by before I heard Donna say "After I saw you
tasting what MY wetness is like and how you looked like you liked it,
I wanted to find out about yours. It didn't have any smell, like I
have; and when I tasted it, it was kinda thick and salty. I guess it
tasted okay."

Karen spoke up next, telling us "I thought it tasted kind of good..."

I hugged both of them briefly, then told them "It's up to you to
decide if you like what a man's semen tastes like. And just so you
know, I've heard that not all men taste the same; so if you do that
with someone else, you might find that you like it more, or less."

It was Karen that asked "Really? If it's still semen, why wouldn't it
taste the same?"

"For the same reason that women don't all have the same smell when
they're excited. I'll bet that you've noticed that the two of you are
different that way when you're excited, and it's the same way with
guys. I expect it's because it's still the same basic stuff, but each
person has something different about them to make it a little
different."

Donna responded with "Yeah, that sounds right. Karen and I kinda smell
the same, but not exactly."

I hugged them again, and answered "Yeah, I've kinda noticed that...",
followed by the feel of both of them blushing slightly.

All three of us were content to lay there silently for the next few
minutes -- they were happy to be snuggling with me, and I was delighted
to have them there. It wasn't until Karen started to run her fingers
across my abdomen that the quiet was broken by her saying "Uncle Ted--
your stuff-- your semen is drying out."

I told her that it was okay, but she adamantly told me "No, it's NOT
okay. After Donna was nice enough to let me do things with you, too,
I'm not going to leave you messy like that!", followed by her getting
out of bed and making her way into my bathroom. She reappeared a bit
later with a damp washcloth, which she used to meticulously clean me
of any seminal residue that she and her sister hadn't consumed. Only
when she was satisfied with her efforts did she take the washcloth
back into the bathroom. When she came out again, she didn't get back
into bed with us; instead, she stood at the side of the bed and told
us "I'm really glad I got to learn what it's like when a guy gets
excited, and even what happens when he has a climax. Thanks, Uncle
Ted, for letting me see that, and for that wonderful orgasm. Donna,
thank you for letting me be here, and do things, too."

With that, Karen leaned over far enough to give me a kiss while
ignoring the way I was playing with her butt. When she pulled back
again, though, I could see that she was pleased and happy. Donna and I
both watched as Karen got dressed again, patently unconcerned about
our presence. After giving us both a smile, she left.

After she'd been gone a couple of minutes, Donna told me "Uncle Ted,
it was really nice of you to let her be here like that. I know it made
her so happy."

"Why would you think that you have to say that? I told you that it was
okay if there was more than one of you at a time."

"I know, but Karen really wasn't sure you meant it. She's kind of in
an awkward place -- she isn't the oldest, so there aren't a lot of
things that she gets to do first, or on her own. But she isn't the
youngest, so she doesn't have that as an excuse to use for herself.
She doesn't talk to me much about it, but I know that sometimes she
doesn't feel like she's part of the family, or that she's somehow not
quite as good as me -- whatever that means. So when you said that it
was up to her whether or not she sees what happens when a guy
climaxes, I think she felt like you were doing something special just
for her, and it made her extra happy to be here. I'm the oldest, and
all three of us know that Wendy is the prettiest, and that really
doesn't leave anything for Karen -- and I know that bothers her
sometimes. So when you're with her, it makes her feel better -- inside,
about herself, I mean."

I have to admit that I really hadn't thought about the relationships
among all of them, or how they might feel about their "place" in the
family. So hearing that from Donna made me resolve to make sure that
Karen knew and understood that she was as important to me as any of
them. In the mean time, I asked Donna "What about you? And Wendy?"

"I'm the oldest, so I used to get a lot of 'you should be setting an
example' and 'you should be watching out for your sisters' stuff --
mostly from Daddy, when he was still here. He didn't have any brothers
or sisters, so he didn't understand what it was like. Mom was the
younger sister, but she seemed to know what it was like for me,
anyway, so she didn't say stuff like that. I know you don't have any
brothers or sisters, either, Uncle Ted, but you don't say things like
that, either, and I like that. You're nice to all of us the same way,
and none of us thinks that you like one of us more than the others,
and that's good, too. I used to think that it was so unfair that Mom
and Daddy used to make me look after Karen and Wendy, and then treat
me like I was a baby; but after you talked to me about you and all of
us being together, and explained why you were talking to ME first, I
finally understood that Mom and Daddy were treating me the way I
acted. I was kinda-sorta starting to understand before you got here,
but when you talked to me, that's when I could see how I looked to
someone else. It used to be that I'd do the stuff Mom told me just so
I wouldn't have to listen to her if I didn't do it; but now I know
that when I do it, I'm actually helping her -- and that's nice.
Sometimes, Wendy and Karen act like I'm being the oldest on purpose,
as if I got to choose when I was born. But then they see how often I
have to do something that I don't want to because I'm oldest, and
they're okay with it again."

She was silent for a bit, then told me "Wendy... she's the youngest, and
she knows it. Sometimes she tries to get away with doing something
because of that, and how pretty she is, but not so much any more. I
know she wishes she was older, so she'd have bigger tits and more
hair, like Karen and me, but she doesn't make herself crazy with it.
She knows she's just starting to grow, and that she doesn't really
know anything yet -- that's why she brought the book with her when we
came down here. When you play with her boob like you with me and
Karen, it makes her feel so much better about how much she DOES have.
She's still a little scared about all the stuff that's happening -- you
know, her body changing and all that; and that's part of why she
hasn't come to you like Karen and I do. I think if she did, you could
make her feel better, just by talking to her; she just loves you and
trusts you that much. If she let you touch her a little bit, I'll bet
that would help her understand that the feelings and everything she's
starting to have are okay. Since we had that talk, you know, just you
and me, I've tried to remember that she probably feels like she gets
left out of a lot of stuff because she's the youngest, and see if she
wants to be part of whatever I'm doing, more. That's why I asked Wendy
if she wanted to be here, too."

After filing a mental reminder to have a special time with Wendy, too,
I started caressing Donna's side, being careful not to tickle her. She
released a contented sigh before draping her leg across me -- leaving
her soft bush pressing against my hip. The two of us lay like that for
several minutes, happy to just be next to each other.

I was on the verge of falling asleep when I heard Donna ask me "Uncle
Ted? If I asked you some questions, would you answer them? And tell me
the truth, and not just part of it, or some story to make me feel
better?"

Surprised by the question, I took a moment to gather my thoughts
before I answered "Yes, dear, I'd answer them. And yes, I'd tell you
the truth -- all of it. I've never lied to you, and I never will. If
there's something I don't want to answer, I'll say that, not just tell
you something to make you be quiet or go away."

After a moment's silence, she asked me "How long are you going to be
here with us?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. All I can tell you is that I don't have any
plans to move, and I like being here with you girls and your mom
enough that I don't want to move. But I can't say how long because I
honestly don't know what might happen. Sorry."

She digested that for a bit, then told me "I guess that's okay. I know
you can't promise about anything you're not in charge of, and the
other part is good."

The next thing she asked me stunned me -- "If... if I wanted to -- I
don't, but if I did -- would you... would it be okay if I wanted you to
be the one I gave my virginity to?"

I really had to think that one over for a while before I could answer
"IF you showed me that you understood what you were doing, and IF you
could prove to me that you were really ready, and IF we could be sure
that I wouldn't get you pregnant or hurt you, then I think it would be
okay -- at least with me. But that's something a lot more serious that
us just making each other feel good, and you and your sisters learning
about guys and sex stuff; I expect you mom would have something to say
about it."

Several seconds passed, and I heard Donna ask "Do you think Mom is
pretty? Do you like her?"

That one I could answer right away, and did. "I think your mom is very
pretty, and I like her a lot. Why?"

"I just wondered. We never see you and her kiss, or anything -- unless
it was after you took her out on her birthday, and you were behind the
tree in the yard, where we couldn't see you.", she told me, then
blushing furiously when she realized she'd said that she and at least
one of her sisters had been watching us, as Teresa had said.

"Just because you and your sisters don't SEE us kissing doesn't mean
that it doesn't happen", I informed her. "If you're watching us like
that, you think we might even be waiting until none of you is around
because we don't WANT you seeing us?", I asked, prompting her to blush
again.

It was nearly a full minute until she wanted to know "Do you think you
and Mom might get married?"

I had to think about that one for a moment before I answered "I
suppose that we might, but I don't know that either one of us is
looking for it to happen."

"Why not?"

"Honey, I think you know that it wasn't easy for your mom when your
dad left. And I know you understand that it wasn't easy or fun for me
when I got divorced. Your mom and me... we've both had a bad experience
about being married, and worse ones about how our marriages ended. I
don't know if you can really understand that after what your mom and I
have been through, it takes a little while before we're ready to start
thinking about maybe trying it again, even if it would be with someone
else that we like. I think your mom and me... we're happy with how
things are, right now. We like each other, we're friends, we can talk
to each other about almost anything, we understand each other... there
is a lot of good things happening with us, and I don't know that we're
ready to take the chance of giving up the good stuff we HAVE for
something that we aren't sure -- right now, anyway -- would be any
better, and might turn out to be as bad as what already happened to
us. Your mom might think something else about it, but it isn't
something she and I have talked about; I think it's just something
that both of us understand, without having to say anything. Things
might change so that we did start maybe wanting it to happen, but I
can't say."

She considered that in silence for a while; the next thing she wanted
to know was "Uncle Ted, do you want to do stuff with me and Karen and
Wendy? More than we already have, even?"

I wasn't happy that she'd asked the question, but I'd told her that
I'd answer her questions and tell her the truth; so after thinking a
moment about how and what I wanted to say, I answered "That's a tough
question for me to answer, honey, because I have to try to explain
some things."

I moved my head to look at her, and saw that she was patiently waiting
for me to continue. I did, by saying "Something that I have to explain
is that there is a part of people that is kind of left over from
before we were actually human beings -- it goes all the way back to
when we were still animals, even. What it is, is different for women
and men, too. You know how you feel when you get close to a baby?" I
felt her nod, and continued "That's part of it, for women. It's
something that's buried so deep in your brains, and what makes you
human, that it takes something really, really big to change it. The
next time you're around a baby, if you'll try to see if you can feel
any different about it, I think you'll understand just how much a part
of you something like that is. That's not the only thing, of course --
there are a whole BUNCH of things like that that are just part of
being a female human being; you couldn't change them any more than you
could grow feathers, instead of hair."

Taking a breath, I went on "There are things like that about being a
guy, too. Depending on the guy, those things might show up in
different ways, but still be trying to make us do something left over
from when we were animals, or even cavemen. One of them is that
there's just something in us that makes us want to be with different
women; kind of like the way you see one male deer that has a bunch of
females -- it's just Nature telling us to try and make sure we don't
run out of people. But because we aren't animals or cavemen any more,
most men try to put that part away, and be married to just one woman.
Something else that's in a guy's brain is for him to want to make
babies with younger females -- they're probably healthier, and able to
take care of babies better. Since I got here, THAT part of my brain
has kind of woken up, and sometimes I think about how nice it would be
to do sex things with you and your sisters. But because I'm not a
caveman, I can choose whether or not to listen to that part of my
brain."

I felt her nod again before I continued "Because you and your sisters
ARE growing boobs and all that, there's a little part of me that wants
to have sex with you -- that old caveman part of my brain sees you and
your sisters, and thinks of you as young females that could make
babies, and wants that to happen. But the part of me that isn't a
caveman knows that you aren't actually old enough yet -- even though
you could make a baby if you had sex while you were having your
period, it wouldn't be a good idea if that actually HAPPENED. So what
I've been doing with the three of you has been kind of like I've been
letting the caveman out, but only a little bit, so that the civilized
part of my brain can make sure nothing bad happens. So the only way I
can answer your question is to tell you 'sort of' -- there's a small
part of me that wants to have sex with you and try to make lots of
babies; then there's the way bigger part that loves you, and doesn't
want you to be hurt, and all that. That old caveman part of my brain
sees how young and pretty and everything that you and your sisters
are, and wants to do things with you. Then there's the new civilized
part of my brain that knows that what the caveman part wants isn't
good for you, and because the civilized part is bigger, it's able to
keep the caveman part from hurting you. When you and your sisters come
to me, then what you're doing is telling the new part of my brain that
it's okay to let the OLD part out a little bit -- which makes the old
part of my brain happy, without making the new part UNhappy. You
understand what I'm saying?"

I was pleased when, several seconds later, she told me "Yeah, I do.
What you said, it made me understand something about ME. Sometimes,
when I see a really cute guy, or one with lots of muscles, I feel like
I want to have babies with him. That part you said about the male deer
made me remember a science program I saw one time, and they said that
the female deer were looking for a male that would make good, strong
babies -- and I realized that when I see a guy that I feel like I want
to have a baby with, I'm doing the same thing the female deer is.
Except that I never understood why I would feel like that, when I'm
not a deer; but when you told me that there's parts of our brains that
are left over from being cavemen, and even animals, then I knew what
was happening, and why. I know that I can't stop feeling the way I do
when that happens, so there's nothing for me to be upset about when it
happens for you. And I know that the civilized part of your brain is
in charge, because you have never EVER done or said anything to hurt
me that way. I guess if I want to do things with you, then I'm letting
out the cave woman that's in MY brain so she can make the caveman in
YOUR brain happy -- and that's okay, because the new parts of our
brains are still in charge."

I have to confess to feeling considerable relief when she was done;
I'd been half-afraid that simply hearing that I desired her and her
sisters would be ALL that she'd notice, and not the rest of it. But
she'd listened to everything I'd said, and used her own experience and
learning to understand what was going on -- and found it acceptable.

After another couple of minutes had gone by, Donna told me "Uncle Ted...
if you wanted to... you know, sometimes... it would be okay with me if
you... if you wanted to let your caveman out first, a little bit. I know
you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, or want to do anything more than
I wanted you to -- and it would make me feel like you really do like
for us to do things with each other. I think Karen might like it, too...
and maybe even Wendy."

Hearing that from her brought joy to my heart, for a couple of
reasons. First, it told me that she really was okay with the idea that
I found her physically attractive, if she was willing to let me be the
one to initiate intimacy between us. Second, there had been times when
I'd wanted to be the one to put my hand on one of their breasts, or
even get them naked and have the pleasure of enjoying the feel of
their young bodies while bringing them pleasure. Now, with her words,
Donna was telling me that she would actually like for me to such
things -- at least, with her, and probably with Karen, as well. The
idea that even beautiful Wendy might be agreeable left me speechless
for several seconds, before I got my wits together enough to answer
"I'd like that, sweetheart. Not all the time, or anything like that...
but sometimes."

I went off into a fantasy about having Karen on my lap, and slowly
teasing her into letting me bring her to an orgasm -- only to have it
stop suddenly with the realization that I had the delectable bundle of
Donna right there in bed with me... and that she'd already expressed a
desire for us to become more intimate. It seemed like a perfect
opportunity to take the initiative in our relationship for a little
while.

A couple of soft nudges of her hip with my hand got Donna to roll over
onto her back; I quickly got on my side, and propped my body up with
my elbow so that I could look down at her. Her lovely green eyes
looked up at me with trust and confidence, and I happily lowered my
head to kiss her. Her return kiss was eager and loving, and the two of
us continued to exchange a number of kisses that grew in affection and
desire. Our tongues were a couple of snakes wrestling in each others
mouths when I put my hand on my niece's stomach -- the softly dragged
my fingertips in lazy circles on her abdomen and across the upper
slopes of her breasts before finally spiralling in to cup her young
mammary in my hand. As I gently squeezed its firm mass, I used my
thumb to circle and tease her areola and nipple -- and felt as both
responded to my touch.

While Donna and I continued to exchange kisses and duel tongues, I
delighted in moving my hand from one of her girlish orbs to the other,
and back again, delicately caressing their smooth surface and
patiently bringing the peaks of both to stand proud from their
surroundings.

Having accomplished that, I began kissing my niece places other than
her soft, pink lips: her eyes, her cheeks, the tip of her nose... and
then expanding my efforts to include the lobes of her ears, her neck
and throat, and her slender shoulders -- followed by tenderly kissing
her flawless skin, and "biting" at it with my lips as I traced a
circuitous and indirect path that ended only when I fastened my lips
on the protrusion of one of her areolas, and its nipple. Softly
sucking on it as I twirled her rubbery nipple with my tongue, I heard
her release a soft moan of pleasure and passion.

When I was satisfied that I had them as erect as I could, I shifted my
attentions to the summit of her other breast, and gladly brought it to
the same condition with the accompaniment of Donna's increasing moans.

It was only a few minutes' "work" to get the ends of both of her
mounds hard, and faintly glistening with my saliva. My next considered
action was to begin placing my open mouth over random places on her
breasts, and softly trying to suck them in; as I was engaged in that
task, I slowly and carefully moved my body over hers. When she felt
one of my legs between hers, Donna groaned softly as she eagerly moved
her legs apart to make room for mine. Positioned and ready to
continue, I gradually shifted my attentions lower and lower on her
body -- from the firm symbols of her femininity to her stomach, then
belly; next was the smooth expanse of her abdomen, and the landmark of
her cute navel. When my mouth reached that lonely terrain feature, I
delighted in kissing and licking it; and even sucking on it, to her
vocal appreciation.

My nose told me that I was having the desired effect on her -- I didn't
have any trouble detecting the perfume of her increasing pleasure, and
that gave me the impetus to continue my journey. My lips found the
hair on her pelvis to be soft and fine, and I was more than willing to
slow my advances so that I could softly pull on it with my lips.
Another minute, and I had reached my goal -- the mound of her sex, and
particularly the lower half of it, between her smooth thighs.

I noticed that since the first time I'd seen her, her pubic fleece had
not only filled in some more, but also covered more of her pelvis. It
still wasn't so thick, though, that I had any problem seeing the skin
underneath, or the cleft of her sex. When she felt my breath tickling
the hairs of her lower mons, Donna quickly brought her knees up and
spread them -- not only opening herself to me, but tilting her pelvis
up, and giving me a better view of what I'd wanted to look at since
the first time I'd seen her nude.

With her spread before me like that, I didn't have any trouble seeing
that her labia were thin, and almost delicate in appearance. They were
slightly dark with her arousal, and the area between them was already
glistening with the overflow of her essence. Visually tracing them
upwards, I saw how they flowed together at the hood of her clitoris --
which was already starting to pull back, exposing the precious nubbin
it guarded.

As close as I was to the source, the pleasant aroma of her arousal was
enough to make my mouth water in anticipation of finally being able to
get the full flavor of her. When I couldn't fight it any longer, I
gave in to the desire to bring my head forward; extending my tongue, I
slipped the tip of it into the bottom of her cleft, and then slowly
eased it upwards -- across the entrance to her vagina, then between the
petals of her labia, and ending the journey with a soft pass across
her clitoris. When I'd started, she began to moan; but as I pulled my
tongue back into my mouth, she was releasing a deep and impassioned
groan of obvious excitement.

The fluids that I'd collected proved to be a treasure for my taste
buds -- her oils were thin and light, their flavor fresh and pleasantly
tangy. The second pass of my tongue through the valley formed by the
ridges of her mons took a little longer, due to my desire to collect
as much of her essence as I could along the way. When I got to her
clitoris, I spent a few seconds gently flicking my tongue across it as
she again groaned her appreciation, and arched her pelvis up in
invitation for me to continue.

She proved to be a willing and eager recipient of my oral attentions;
it took just a very few minutes for me to get her as aroused as I'd
ever seen her. Always careful to pay attention to how she reacted, I
patiently tried a number of different things with her to find out what
she might like, and how best to do the ones that she responded to.
Over the course of the next several minutes, I learned that she
appreciated everything that I did to and with her; but that circling
her clitoris with my tongue between bouts of rhythmically pressing on
it dramatically increased her arousal and pleasure -- as did the
feeling of the tip of my tongue against her opening when I would
collect the tasty juices that continually escaped her virginal sheath.

It pleased me immensely to raise her excitement and arousal slowly,
because it give me more time to enjoy what I was doing to, and with,
her. Moving my arms to her sides, I was able to reach up and take her
breasts in my hands; as I tenderly ministered to them, Donna had her
hands on my forearms, her grip on me letting me know that the added
stimulation was appreciated.

Still, I was increasing her desires, and moving her closer and closer
to an orgasm; as much as I would have liked to be able to keep going,
there came the point where I knew she was going to climax again -- and
soon. By that time, I'd recovered enough that I could feel my cock
starting to engorge again, because of the arousal I was feeling. It
took only a few moments to decide not to tease her into having too
strong of an orgasm so that she'd be able to recover a little faster --
and we could continue with her learning to use her mouth on me...
perhaps even while letting me continue my feast between her firm
thighs.

With that in mind, I slightly increased the rate that I was moving her
toward release; it took little more than a couple more minutes before
I felt her begin to tense up before the start of her orgasm.

The tip of my tongue was slowly fluttering across the entrance to her
vagina when I felt her hands grip my forearms harder than I thought
she even could grip me as she arched her back with the beginning of
her climax. I felt her vaginal opening clench underneath my tongue,
and simply HAD to pull my head back to watch as it went through a
series of extended "winks" at me in time with the spasms running
through her body; each time her opening relaxed, a small trickle of
her oils would be released for me to quickly lap up before withdrawing
so that I could watch as she repeated the cycle. I suspect that I was
prolonging her orgasm, but she was simply too damn tasty to let the
escaping juices go to waste...

Later than I would have wanted, but sooner than I was afraid they
would, the waves of pleasure coursing through her faded to nothing --
leaving her gasping. After giving her one last pass with my tongue, I
helped her straighten her legs again before moving up to lay next to
her. Taking her in my arms, I held her next to me as she tried to get
her breath back, slowly and gently stroking her back as I softly
talked to her. When I felt her small hand press lightly against my
chest, I released her to lay on her back again. Looking up at me, she
said "When I heard about somebody doing that, I thought it sounded
like it might be kind of nice, and sexy. But I never thought that it
could make me have an orgasm!"

Smiling, I told her "Honey, if you think something is sexy, and the
person you're with is doing it so that you like it, almost anything
can help you have an orgasm. You wanted to find out what that was
like, and I like doing it enough that I wanted to help you learn how
good it could feel."

Her delight at hearing that I liked eating her pubescent snatch was
plain as she told me "I thought you liked doing that. I mean, after I
saw you lick Karen's juice of your finger that time, and the way you
kept doing the same thing with me... I just didn't know you liked it
that much -- what you were doing was great! Will it be like that when I
do it to you?"

I couldn't help but laugh a moment before answering "I don't know that
there's any way of finding out if women and men experience climaxes
the same way. Because that part of us is way back in the animal part
of our brains, I kind of suspect that it might be close; but it's
still different because we're different sexes. But I can tell you that
it'll feel good for me -- probably as much as what I was doing felt to
you. And if you make me climax... well, that's all that really matters,
isn't it?"

She recognized the point I was making, and smiled at me as she nodded
her head. A few moments later, she realized that my semi-erect cock
was laying on her leg. She looked down at it, then up at me, before
asking "You're ready? You're getting excited again?"

I grinned as I told her "Well, I'm getting excited because of how much
fun we've been having, and what I was doing with you. But as you can
see, I'm not quite 'ready' again."

That last part earned me a look of abused patience before she asked
"Wouldn't it help if I started learning how to do to you what you were
doing to me?"

I cupped her breast in my hand, and gave its nipple a couple of passes
with my thumb as I answered "Yeah, it would help. And if you want, I
can keep going with what I was doing to you while you're doing that."

Seeing the slightly confused expression on her face, I explained
"You're heard about '69'?" She nodded, and I told her "Think about how
the numbers look, and I think you'll understand."

She did, and it wasn't but a second before her expression bore both
delight and anticipation. She started to move, but when my hand stayed
on her breast, she turned her head to look at me again and heard me
tell her "It doesn't really matter which one of us is on top, but it's
usually best if it's the smaller person, so that both of them are more
comfortable for longer."

It wasn't but a moment before she told me "Yeah, I think that would be
best for us, too." After she'd said that, she started to move again,
and I let my hand fall from the warm mass it had been holding.

I rolled over onto my back again, and it didn't take long for Donna to
realize what she should do if she wanted us to be able to use our
mouths on each other at the same time. Getting to her knees, she
positioned herself next to my head, and let me help guide the way as
she lifted one leg and moved it to the other side of my head. She
looked down at me and smiled before leaning forward enough to put her
hands on the bed; supporting herself that way, she carefully got
herself in position so that her head was right over my penis, then
lowered her body so that it was resting on mine. She was enough
shorter than I was that that put her cute little butt and other fun
parts a bit out of range; I grabbed a pillow, and after folding it
over and tucking it behind my head and shoulders, found that I'd be
able to resume my previous efforts without excessive difficulty.

It was a mild, but pleasant, surprise when she didn't bother to ask
what she could or should do -- she simply took my penis in her hand and
lifted it up enough to look at it; even more closely than she had when
all three of them had been examining it. After just a few seconds, I
felt her soft lips kiss the head of it; then a second later, the end
of her tongue made a pass across it. Deciding that whatever taste
there might have been was acceptable, she calmly wrapped her lips
around me, just behind the crown.

As Donna began experimenting with what she could do to the head of my
cock with her tongue, I took a few moments to look at the sight of her
parted labia dividing the dark vee of her bush, with the fold of her
clitoral hood peeking out at me. Above that, I could see the rosette
of her anus, centered between the smooth globes of her cute little
ass. It was truly a sight worth memorizing before I lifted my head and
began my oral assault on her developing womanhood.

What followed was one of the best times of my life. Donna never paused
to ask questions or seek suggestions; she plainly wanted to learn how
to arouse and please me entirely on her own, and I left her to it --
not only was what she was doing enjoyable as it could be, it also gave
me ample time and opportunity to enjoy HER delights.

I don't know if she'd read about it, or figured it out on her own, but
Donna never hurt me or made me uncomfortable in the slightest. All she
did was experiment -- extensively, carefully, and with attention to
thoroughness. She tried licking me in various ways, using assorted
techniques, all over my penis. Sucking, too, was tried in different
ways and varying degrees of pressure. She experimented with trying
sundry ways of using her lips on me. She used her hand to stroke me
with a mix of pressures and tempos. My scrotum and balls were cupped
and manipulated in a diversity of ways. None of it hurt, as I said,
and all of it felt good to some degree; she wasn't in any hurry, and
not above repeating something that got a particularly favorable
response from me. She had wanted to learn "how" and "what-if", and
that's just exactly what she was doing.

For myself, I was having a dandy time where I was. I'd moved my hands
to the firm orbs of her butt, and was having a fine time caressing and
gently squeezing them as I treated my taste buds to her nectar,
between bouts of teasing and stimulating her erect clitoris.

The way she was using her mouth on me was certainly pleasant, but not
enough to move me toward climaxing again any time soon -- and that gave
me the idea to see if I couldn't give HER an orgasm, or even two,
before that happened.

I applied myself toward making that happen with a will -- deliberately
increasing the pleasure I knew I was giving her, and steadily ramping
up the speed at which I gave it. It took only a few minutes for me to
have her moaning around where my cock was buried in her mouth, as she
arched her pelvis down toward me in her desire. I continued my
efforts, and when I gently began probing at the entrance to her vagina
a minute later, that was all she needed to let my erection slip from
between her lips so she could cry out with the start of her release.

As her young body arched from the spasms of pleasure coursing through
her, I put my mouth over her opening and softly sucked up the almost
continuous trickle of oils escaping her -- and tried to worm my tongue
through her woman's portal at the end of each wave that passed through
her.

Her orgasm lasted appreciably longer than the one before, and I felt
it as her slender body came to rest on mine when her climax had
passed, and she couldn't support herself over me any longer. My hands
on her delightful ass let me hold that part of her steady as I gave
her a reprieve while she recovered from what I'd done.

As I felt the cycling of her breath on my cock, I tenderly kissed the
insides of her thighs, alternating between them in a pattern that
moved up and down in a line.

When her breathing had slowed, I heard Donna ask me "Uncle Ted, you
did that on purpose, didn't you?"

I expect she could hear my smile in my voice when I answered "Yup.
What you've been doing has felt good, so I thought I'd show you how
much I appreciate it."

She considered that for a second before telling me "Could you warn a
person first, next time? Geez! And I haven't even made you squirt
again, yet, either!"

"I told you -- you've been making ME feel good, so I wanted to make you
feel good, too."

"Uncle Ted, that went way past just being 'good', and you know it!"

I chuckled, and told her "Well, I just wanted to make sure..."

I heard/felt as she released a heavy sigh; a couple of seconds later,
she told me "If you think you can behave yourself, I'd like to try to
help you finish again."

Hedging my bets, I told her "I'll promise to try and do my best." --
something that I could tell she wasn't entirely reassured to hear. But
she didn't let it stop her from raising herself off of me, and taking
hold of my cock again. After she'd taken nearly half my length into
her warm mouth, I lifted my head and began kissing the insides of her
thighs again.

Knowing that she was pleasing me, and the impetus of the orgasm she'd
just had, Donna apparently decided that she'd done enough learning,
and began to apply the knowledge she'd gained thus far. As she used
the things she'd learned, I gladly went back to arousing and
stimulating her again.

While she had precious little in the way of experience, her enthusiasm
for applying what skill she did have was more than sufficient to
increase the pleasure she was giving me... and in no small measure,
either. It was enough, even, that I found it prudent to increase MY
efforts; something that only seemed to inspire her to try harder.

I doubt that it was deliberate on either of our parts, but it became
something of a race to see which one of us got the other off first.
Even today, I still think that it was because she had to recover a
little more from the orgasm she'd had that kept me from being able to
bring her to a climax first.

I was rhythmically sucking on her clitoris when she cupped my balls in
her hand again, and started softly stroking my scrotum as she slowly
bobbed her head up and down on my cock -- all while gently sucking on
me and doing some rather fascinating things with her tongue. The
cumulative effect on me proved to be too much, and I pulled my head
back to (loudly) tell her "Donna! It's gonna happen!".

She didn't miss a beat, and it wasn't but a few more seconds before my
cock hardened that last little bit, and I erupted in her mouth. When
the first jet of my cum left me, she pulled her head back -- but not
off me, choosing instead to keep her lips tightly clamped around me
just behind the head as she applied even greater suction in time with
the semen pulsing from me. After the first couple of wads of my jism
were in her mouth, she quickly swallowed them, and then continued her
efforts... with the apparent intention of sucking the very life out of
me.

Thankfully, the human male can only ejaculate so much, and for so
long; when the last faint traces of semen had been wrenched out of me,
I was able to lift my head again -- and did so with the single, sincere
purpose in mind of bringing her to a climax that equalled the one
she'd just blessed me with.

I was back to licking up the overflow of her oils when Donna took my
slowly-deflating penis in her hand. Holding it still, she carefully
went about making sure that she cleaned ever bit of my cum from the
end of my cock before she finally released her hold on me. With my
manhood free of her nefarious clutches, I began to apply myself toward
achieving my goal. Using everything I'd learned about arousing and
stimulating her, I calmly began doing them -- often, and with great
enthusiasm. It wasn't long before I could again hear her moaning her
increasing pleasure, and noted the additional flow of her juices as
she got more and more excited, and moved ever closer to the goal that
I had set for her.

It wasn't difficult raising the level of her passion, and I enjoyed
every moment of it -- without losing sight of where I wanted it to end.
I carefully monitored every sign, every cue, every symptom as she
approached the tripping point that would signal her release; and as
that point got closer and closer, I deliberately and malevolently
slowed and reduced my efforts so as to prolong and delay the time when
she would reach it.

She had gone past merely making noises of frustrated arousal, and had
actually given voice to her need, and outright begged me to let it
happen, before I finally gave her the release she sought -- and then
some.

I knew that I was holding her on the very edge as I twirled the end of
my tongue ever so slowly and lightly around her erect clitoris; when I
decided to give in to her pleas, I paused for only the briefest of
moments, then used my tongue to press firmly against her clit and
"vibrate" it. Donna's attempt to scream was choked off before she
could give voice to it; her body froze in place above me for a moment
before almost convulsing with the power of the first of a series of
paroxysms of pleasure that overwhelmed her. At the start of each throe
of her orgasm, I would repeat my actions of vibrating her clitoris
with my tongue, stopping only when it began to fade.

By the time the last of her orgasm had passed, she was covered with a
fine sheen of perspiration from the energy she'd expended from her
entire body clenching over and over again. I heard her make some small
noise before she essentially collapsed on top of me; if I hadn't still
had a secure hold on her ass, she almost certainly would have fallen
over. Carefully, I eased her hips over so that I could support them
with one hand while I got her "far" leg moved so that both were on the
same side; then I had to use both hands to gently ease her to the bed.
Able to sit up, I just as carefully and gently got the rest of her
body moved -- then positioned so that she could be comfortable. A look
at her face told me that she was awake, but clearly stunned by what
had just happened. Feeling a bit guilty after the fact, I quickly got
up and got a damp cloth, then went in to get each of us a soda, which
I set on the small table next to the bed.

Once I was back in bed with her, I gently wiped her face with the
cloth; the coolness of it seemed to refresh her, so I waited a bit,
then did it again. By the time I was done, I could see that she was
starting to get her wits back. Getting my arms under her, I was able
to pick her up and get her turned around, and moved closer to the head
of the bed. When she was where I'd be able to reach her, I set her
down again, and got myself seated with my back against the headboard
before gently getting her sitting up -- if leaned against me. Only then
did I grab one of the sodas and open it before putting my arm around
her and holding the open can to her lips. She managed a couple of
small swallows before indicating that she'd had enough. Her voice was
soft, but I could still hear the awe in it as she told me "Please
don't ever do that to me again. It felt... it was... I don't know how to
say what it felt like -- but there was so much of it that it scared
me."

She gestured that she wanted another drink, and when I put the can to
her lips, she was able to put her hand on mine, and let me know when
she wanted to take a breath, and when she wanted to drink. She'd gone
through maybe a quarter of the can before nudging my hand to let me
know she was done, and telling me "Really, Uncle Ted -- I didn't know
anything like that COULD happen, and even though it felt absolutely
incredible, it kind of scared me, too. I know you were just trying to
make me feel as good as I know I made YOU feel, and I really, truly do
appreciate it; and I'm not mad or upset or anything, either. I'm just
telling you that that was WAY more than I was anywhere near ready
for."

"I am sorry, sweetheart. I really didn't want to do anything except
make you feel as good as I could, and if what I did scared you like
that, then I'm more sorry than I could ever tell you. I love you, and
the last thing I'd want to do would be anything that upset you."

Taking the can of soda from me, she took a few sips before answering
"No, really, Uncle Ted, it's okay. I know you didn't mean for me to
get scared, and that if you'd known that might happen, you wouldn't
have done that... or, at least, not so much. I'm not exactly SORRY it
happened, 'cause it was amazing. Like I said, I'm just trying to let
you know that it was too much for me right now, is all. Now that it's
over, and I'm starting to feel better, I'm not sure that it was even
that scary, afterwards. I just don't think that I want to go through
anything like that again. IF you did anything wrong -- which you
didn't! -- it was just making me feel TOO good. I know you love me, and
I still love you, and that's all that really matters."

I'd already resolved not to tease her again (or her sisters, ever!)
like that, so hearing that she didn't think what I'd done to her was
really all that bad did make me feel a little better. Still, I was
going to try and make it up to her as best I could.

With her appreciably more alert, and able to move on her own again, I
opened the other soda and traded with her -- over her (only mild)
objections. As I'd thought she would, she needed the liquid as much as
the kick from the sugar and caffeine; I knew that I'd consumed a
goodly amount of her fluids along the way. I put my arm back around
her, and she happily snuggled next to me with a contented sigh. The
two of us sat there in silence as we consumed our drinks. When she was
done with hers, I heard Donna release a soft belch, followed by the
warmth in my side that told me she was blushing. Thinking to put her
at ease, I released one of my own that resonated nicely -- and earned
me the admonition of "Uncle Ted!", followed by a small laugh.

Taking the empty can from her, I got out of bed and deposited it and
my own into the little recycling bin I kept. When I got back to the
bedroom, I stood at the foot of the bed and told her "If you think you
can behave yourself, I'll let you take a quick shower with me before
we get dressed again."

She immediately started to look indignant, then realized I was teasing
her. After a tolerably good "why do I put UP with you?" sigh, she told
me "Well, I guess I can do that...", trying to tease me back. I just
smiled, and held my arm out to her; it didn't take but a few moments
before she was standing next to me, with my arm around her. Holding
each other close, we went into my bathroom and shared a quick and very
friendly shower. Dried off, we went back into the bedroom to get
dressed; I was sitting on the edge of the bed when she was done, and
she let me pull her over to stand in front of me. She put her hands on
my shoulders, and I held her butt in my hands as I looked up at her
and said "I had a nice time with you and your sisters today -- not
because of the things we did, but just because I always like having
all of you around. If I'm not busy with my work, any of you is welcome
to come down here and visit, for however long you want, for whatever
reason you want. You're all pretty, and fun to be with, and it makes
me happy when you're with me. Okay?"

Donna gave me a delighted smile as she nodded her head. Without
prompting, she leaned forward so the two of us could share a soft,
loving kiss; when it was over, she told me "I had a nice time today,
too, Uncle Ted -- and I know Karen and Wendy did, too. I'll tell them
you said it was okay to come visit you more often."

"Thanks, sweetheart.", I told her, giving her ass a little pat on one
cheek. Still smiling, she took her hands off my shoulders, turned, and
went back upstairs.

The following Friday, we'd finished supper and the girls had all
gotten their schoolwork taken care of so that we could have a movie
night. Teresa had stopped off at the video store and picked one up --
something that I'd seen before. I'd been less than impressed with it,
but was willing to stay and watch it with them when I noticed that
Karen seemed to be less than wild about it, too.

Recognizing the opportunity, I told all of them that I'd seen it
before, and thought that I'd watch one that I'd bought -- then told
Karen "If you'd like to, you're welcome to come down and watch it with
me; it's something that I think you'd like -- it's called 'batteries
not included'".

As I'd hoped, she welcomed the chance to see something else, and stood
up. I stood, too, and held her hand in mine as the two of us made our
way downstairs. She stood patiently as I got everything set up and
ready to go; when I stood up from in front of my TV, she asked "Would
it be okay if I sat on your lap?"

"Of course it would, dear", I assured her.

After a brief hesitation, she wanted to know "Would... would it be okay
if we were both naked, too?"

I just smiled, and told her "I'd like that." before starting to take
my clothes off. By the time I was finished, Karen was standing there
nude, waiting for me with a pleased expression on her face. I got
myself parked at the end of the couch, and she quickly settled herself
on my lap; I put one arm around her, and after starting the movie, got
the other one similarly located. The movie was a little slow getting
started, but once things started happening, it made for a nice,
non-violent, entertaining story. As I'd expected, Karen was delighted
with it, and I could see how happy she was as the credits started to
roll.

I was happy to hold her on my lap for as long as she wanted to stay
there, but she finally told me "I guess I'd better be going to bed,
now. That was a really nice movie, Uncle Ted, and I'm glad I got to
watch it with you."

When she started to get up, I told her "Karen, if you want to, you're
welcome to stay down here tonight. And if you think you'd like to, I'd
be glad to have you sleep in my bed, with me."

She looked at me uncertainly as she asked "Really? It's okay? You'd
let me do that?"

Smiling, I answered "Yes, really. I just asked you to, so of course
I'd let you do that."

A trifle chastened, she smiled broadly as she answered "I'd like that
-- sleeping with you tonight. It always makes me feel warm and happy
when I'm sitting with you, and I know it would be even better to do
that."

She looked at me in confusion when I put my arms under her knees and
behind her back, then let out a surprised (and delighted) shriek when
I managed to stand up while holding her in my arms. I carried her to
my bed and gently deposited her on it before moving to lay next to
her. It was a comfortable evening, and I didn't feel any need to sleep
under blankets -- or even a sheet. I rolled onto my side, and with
minimal direction, Karen got herself spooned against my front. I put
my arm around her, and cupped her breast in my hand accompanied by her
happy and contented sigh.

As I softly stroked the warm smoothness of her breast with my
fingertips, I told her "Honey, I want to make sure I tell you that I
love you. I know that sometimes it must seem like Donna and Wendy get
all the attention and everything, but I want you to know that I never,
ever forget about you. You're just as special to me as either of your
sisters, even if I don't always remember to let you know that. So
that's why I was glad to be able to spend time with you tonight --
watching the movie together, just the two of us, and having you here
with me like this. And I want to make sure you understand that I'm
always here for you, no matter what you need or want, or when. If you
want to come down and just sit with me sometimes, I'd like that --
having you close always makes me happy, and feel better. You know that
I didn't have any brothers or sisters, but I think I can imagine what
it's like, being in the middle. You're not the oldest, but you're not
the youngest, either; and it must seem like you're always being left
out of things because of things like that. So I'm telling you that you
don't have to feel that way, or think that you're alone. I expect
Donna told you this, but I want to make sure that I tell you -- you are
MORE than welcome to come down here to see me any time you want, for
however long you want to stay, and for any reason, or no reason. I
like it when you're with me, no matter when or why. If you're happy
about something, I'd like to be happy WITH you; if you're sad, or mad,
or hurt, or anything else, I'm here for you. I'll listen to anything
you want to say to me, and I'll answer any question that you want to
ask. If you need or want my help with something, then you've got it --
that easy, and that simple. Okay?"

A couple of seconds went by, then she quickly turned over so that she
was facing me -- and when I saw the tears in her eyes, it nearly broke
my heart. I pulled her close to me, then rolled over onto my back,
bringing her with me so that she was laying on top of me -- and I could
put my arms around her and hold her as her warm tears fell onto my
chest.

Some time later, I felt her try to push herself off of me; rather than
let her go, I asked "What is it?"

I could hear the embarrassment in her voice as she told me "I want to
dry my eyes... and I need to blow my nose."

Reaching out to the corner of the bed, I managed to pull the corner of
the top sheet up, then over to where we were. Putting it in her hand,
I told her "Here -- use this, so you don't have to get up if you don't
want to."

It took her a second to realize what I'd given her to use, but she
raised up enough to dry her eyes, and mop up the puddle of her tears
on my chest. When she started to move to blow her nose, she stopped,
and looked at me. Trying to cheer her up a little bit, I turned my
head and made a show of blocking my view of her with one hand. She
laughed, and a moment later I heard as she got her sinuses cleared
out. Once she was done, she tossed the corner of the sheet back toward
where it had been; after laying down on me again, I heard her tell me
"Thank you, Uncle Ted."

"That's okay, dear. Do you want to talk to me about it?"

A few seconds went by before I heard her answer "Yeah, I do."

When she realized that I was patiently waiting to hear what she had to
say, she told me "You were right -- sometimes I do feel alone, and left
out, and all that. It's not like I'm being ignored, either; it's worse
than that, because it feels like I'm being forgotten! If people were
ignoring me, then they'd at least have to know that I was there; but
the other way, it's like I don't even exist. I know that Donna has to
do a lot of things that she doesn't like because she's the oldest; but
she also gets to be the first one to do new things or something
different, too -- and there's plenty of times that I wish that I could
be like that. Yeah, the being told to do all that stuff can't be fun --
but the getting to go first can't be bad, either."

After taking a breath, she continued "Wendy used to get out of a lot
of stuff just because she was the littlest, but not so much, now. But
she's still the youngest, and there's plenty of times that she doesn't
have to do something Donna and I do because of it -- even though there
really isn't any reason she SHOULD. Sometimes it feels like I have to
do everything I don't want to, and don't get to do any of the stuff
that I WOULD -- it's like, if it's good, I can't have any; and if it's
bad, I'm automatically included... and it sucks!"

I just HAD to smile at hearing what she thought of it, but managed not
to actually laugh. I was still paying attention as Karen said "I was
glad to hear you tell me that I could come to visit or talk to you any
time. Yeah, Donna told us you said it was okay for us to come down
here, and all that, but I really wasn't sure. It isn't anything you've
said or done, Uncle Ted, it's just me -- I have a hard time believing
that it's okay for me to do things, sometimes. And the bigger and more
important it is to me, the tougher it is... and... and except for Mom,
you're the most important and specialest thing in my life, ever. I
didn't think you'd get mad at me, or be upset, or anything like that;
I just didn't want to, you know, bother you. I'm so used to people
paying attention to Donna or Wendy that sometimes it feels like if I
want or need something, I'd be getting in the way of the person taking
care of one of THEM. But when you told me, yourself, that you love me,
and that you'd like it if I was with you... that made it okay, because
you've NEVER lied to me about ANYTHING, so if you tell me that you
like it when I'm with you, then I know you're telling the truth; and
that if you say it's okay for me to come and visit, I know that it
really is. And talking to you like this... it feels good, knowing that
you aren't going to get upset with me, and that you understand, at
least a little bit, what it's like for me, being in the middle."

After taking a deep breath, she continued by telling me "I think maybe
I'm as pretty as Donna" -- "Not 'maybe'... you ARE." I informed her --
"even though my tits aren't as big as hers, and I don't have as much
hair as she does, yet. But I see how much difference there is between
me and Wendy, and I know it'll be okay when I'm grown up. Donna has
started talking to me more about the stuff she learns, and what she's
thinking and feeling and everything, and that's nice. But it's when
I'm with you that I feel the best inside -- you know, happy and
everything; because when it's you and me, I know I don't have to be
embarrassed or ashamed for not knowing things; or for the different
things I feel in my heart, and my body. And the way that you pay
attention to me when we're together feels SO good, and nice, because
you only talk to me about ME, and not Donna or Wendy. When we do
things together, you know, touching and everything... you're always so
patient and gentle with me; I know you do it because you love me, and
want to make ME happy, and you're always so careful not to do anything
to hurt me, or make me afraid. I'm always so happy when you include me
in stuff -- or at least let me know that it's okay if I want to do it,
too. Like last weekend, when you said it was okay for me to stay and
see what happened when you squirted your juice; I thought I just
wanted to see what it was like when a guy's penis gets hard, but once
we got started, I realized that I wanted to see THAT part, too. I
don't think that Donna would have told me to leave, but when you
invited me to stay, then it made me feel like I was doing something
special, too, like Donna was. I knew it wasn't going to be as much,
but I didn't want it to be -- that little bit extra was fine."

I kissed the top of her head, and when she raised it to look at me, I
could see the smile on her face that let me know she liked what I'd
done. After she put her head back down, she told me "That's something
else that you do that tells me how much you love me, and that I'm
important to you -- the way you give me kisses like you just did, and
pat me on the butt, and things like that." She paused for a moment,
then said "Sometimes, it would be nice if you did other stuff, too. I
know you don't want to push me to do anything, and I like that; but if
you wanted to do other things like we've already done, then it would
be okay if you went first. I didn't say anything about it to you
before because I didn't want to feel like I was bothering you; but
since you told me it's okay to talk to you, and tell you things, and
all that... well, I just want you to know it's okay with me if you
wanted to do something like put your hand on my boob, instead of
waiting for ME to put it there for you. I know you aren't going to
hurt me, or start just... grabbing at me all the time, so it's okay.
Like I told you, it's nice sitting next to you, 'cause you make me
feel warm and happy; and if you're the one to touch me first, then I
know that you're happy I'm there, and that you haven't forgotten about
me."

I waited a bit, but it didn't seem that there was anything else she
wanted to say. I gave her a gentle hug, and asked "Are you feeling
better now, honey?"

"Yeah -- lots better, Uncle Ted."

I reached down to give her little tush a soft pat before I told her
"I'm glad, dear. I love you, and it makes me feel good when you do."

We stayed like that for a few more minutes before she told me "I think
I'm ready to go to sleep now, Uncle Ted. It's nice having you hold me
like this, but I'm starting to feel sleepy, now."

After giving her another hug, I answered "Of course, dear.", and
released her from my arms. She eased herself off of me, then moved to
lay on her side -- and looked back at me expectantly. Smiling, I rolled
over and got myself spooned against her again -- including putting my
arm around her and holding her breast in my hand. She put her hand on
top of mine, and told me "I love you, Uncle Ted, and it feels nice to
be here like this with you."

I raised up enough to tilt my head far enough to nibble on her ear a
little bit, causing her to giggle and scrunch her shoulder, before
softly telling her "I love you, too, sweetheart; and I like being able
TO hold you."

Once my head was back on my pillow, I heard her release a happy sigh.
Some time later, both of us were asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, it was to discover that I had a
full-fledged erection -- and that it was neatly tucked along the crack
of Karen's warm, firm ass. I couldn't tell if she was still asleep or
not, so I started trying to carefully get my arm from around her so
that I could move away from her a little. When I got my hand off her
breast and out of her gentle grip, I wasn't prepared when I heard her
tell me "It's okay, Uncle Ted -- you can leave your hand there if you
want."

"I know, honey, but I have to move a little bit."

I could hear the humor in her voice when she asked "Why? Because your
erection is on my butt?"

"Well, yeah..."

I heard her soft laugh before she told me "I don't mind, Uncle Ted. I
know you aren't going to do anything to me, and it actually feels
kinda nice. You don't have to move because of me."

From what she'd said, and the tone of her voice, I got the distinct
impression that she actually liked having my hard cock resting against
her ass -- and would be disappointed if I moved away from her. Well,
she'd said it was okay, and it DID feel good holding her...

I kissed her shoulder, and eased my hand back under hers so that I
could cup her breast again. As we lay there, I heard her tell me "I
woke up a couple of times last night, I guess because I'm not used to
sharing a bed with anybody; but as soon as I knew it was you holding
me, it was okay -- I felt warm and safe with you like this, and I fell
asleep again real easy."

"I'm glad you felt that way, sweetheart. I liked it, too."

"Except when you found out your penis was hard, and on my butt!", she teased.

"I'll have you know that I liked THAT, too, young lady. I just wanted
to move a little bit, was all."

She just laughed again before answering "Okay, Uncle Ted.", her tone
letting me know that she didn't believe that excuse any more than she
would anything else I came up with.

Eventually, slowly, my cock returned to its normal flaccid state --
despite Karen's occasionally wriggling her ass against it. To my own
amusement, I found that I was both relieved, and disappointed.

A bit later, Karen told me "I think it's close to time for breakfast,
so we should probably get up."

"Yeah, I suppose so...", I agreed, followed by her soft laugh at my
feigned reluctance. She scooted away from me, then stood up next to
the bed, before telling me "Come on, Uncle Ted. You'll feel better
after a shower, and when you have some coffee in you."

I looked at her, not entirely sure that I was understanding what she
was getting at. After a moment, I finally just asked outright "Are you
saying you want to take a shower with me?"

The look I got from her let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I was
being particularly dense as she answered "Of COURSE I am. Unless you
don't want me to...", the last part with a tone that made it clear she
knew better.

Smiling, I told her "Okay... for YOU, I'll get out of bed.", drawing
another small laugh from her.

A few moments later, I was standing next to her; she calmly took me by
the hand and led the way into the bathroom, then got the water started
in the shower -- ignoring the way my hands were playing with her cute
ass. Once both of us were inside, she was meticulous about getting ME
clean, and amused by how thorough I was in tending to her. Both of us
had rinsed off when she surprised me by taking hold of my cock -- and
began to stroke it. My conscience demanded that I ask "Are you sure
you want to do that, Karen?"

She just looked up at me, and answered "Yeah, I'm sure.", before
focusing on what she was doing to me again. Figuring that there were
worse ways to start the day than by getting a hand job from a cute
little teenybopper, I didn't say anything else -- I just reached out
and began playing with her breasts. Between the water-slippery feel of
her firm mammaries, and the way she was stimulating me with her hands,
it didn't take long at all before I was fully erect. When I was, she
damn near stunned me by leaning over far enough to take the head of my
erection between her lips as she continued stroking me. My first
coherent thought was that my morning was getting off to an even BETTER
start than I'd first thought. Immediately after that, I realized that
Karen had taken even more of me into her mouth, and was rubbing a VERY
limber tongue along the bottom of my penis, and using the tip of it on
the sensitive area right behind the head. As good as she was, I had to
figure that she'd heard at least some of the details of what had
happened between Donna and me -- but that was something I'd have to
think about later; just then, Karen had added some gentle suction to
the mix, and I could feel myself moving right along toward blowing my
load.

My first reflex was to try and fight it -- to see if I couldn't hold
out a little longer. Then I realized that she wouldn't be there,
plainly doing her damnedest to get me off, if she didn't want me to do
just that: get off. With that, I gave myself over to the pleasure she
was giving me, and felt myself moving even faster and closer to
emptying myself in her greedy, but oh-so-warm-and-talented mouth. It
couldn't have been more than a couple more minutes before I had to
warn her "Karen! I'm going to do it!"

Her sole reaction to my warning was to pull her head back so that only
the end of my cock was between her lips; she continued suck on me as
she slid her hand up and down my length. A few seconds more, and I was
sure that the first shot of my cum would take the back of her head
off. It didn't, and she continued her efforts as I made every effort
to fill her mouth with my jism -- failing to do so only because the
supply was less than the desire to give it to her.

When no more of my semen was forthcoming, she used her lips to milk
the last couple of drops from me before swallowing what she'd
collected. Standing up again, she gave me a self-satisfied smile
before turning around and rinsing her mouth out with water from the
shower. That accomplished, she faced me again, and reached out to make
sure the water running off my body washed away any residue from what
she'd done. Though not entirely steady on my feet, I managed to reach
around her and get the shower turned off; she opened the door, and led
the way out -- then had me stand while she dried me off. When she was
done, she simply handed me the towel, and I did the same for her...
though I'll confess to gently molesting her a little bit in the
process. After I'd hung the towel to dry, I asked "What prompted
that?"

She just gave me a pleased smile before saying "I just wanted to do
something special for you. You've been so nice and everything about
helping all of us that I figured it was time somebody did something to
help YOU."

"Well, you didn't have to do that" -- "I know! I wanted to..." -- "but it
felt really good. Thank you."

Pleased that she'd made ME feel good, Karen took me by the hand again,
and led the way in to where we'd left our clothes the night before.
Both of us got dressed, and I got to watch her ass move as she led the
way upstairs. When we got there, I saw that we were just in time --
Teresa was putting the last of the food on the table as we walked in.
She just looked at the two of us and said "Perfect timing!" before
taking her seat. Karen and I followed her example, paying no attention
to the looks that we were getting from Donna and Wendy. A couple of
minutes later, I glanced at each of them from the corner of my eye, to
see what they thought about the fairly obvious fact that Karen had
spent the night with me. Donna looked pleased, and Wendy seemed more
surprised than anything else... neither of them showed any sign of
jealousy or any other negative reaction. A look at Teresa was
sufficient to let me know that she wasn't concerned about it in the
slightest -- Karen was plainly too happy for there to be anything
wrong; that made everything else irrelevant.

Other than the entrance by me and Karen, the rest of breakfast went as
usual, with plenty of happy chatter to accompany the good food. After
my shower experience, I didn't need my morning coffee anywhere near as
much.

Over the course of the next several weeks, I carefully began to make
the changes the girls indicated that they'd like to see. If Karen or
Donna were snuggled next to me, I was perfectly willing to put my hand
on her breast if it would be comfortable, for example.

Shortly after my night with Karen, I got Wendy to spend an afternoon
on my lap, just the two of us; while she was there, I let her know
much the same things I'd said to her sisters, and got a pretty good
idea of where SHE was in her mind about things. Though she was a bit
shy at first, she wasn't nervous or afraid as I made it clear to her
that I found her as attractive as her older sisters -- and that I could
help her with the emotions and physical sensations and feelings that
she was having. She wasn't quite old enough to experience an orgasm,
but I was able to help her learn that the "funny feelings" she
sometimes got could be resolved to her satisfaction. By the time she
left, she was feeling appreciably better -- in more ways than one.

All three of them were initially still a little hesitant about coming
down to visit with me, but when I unfailingly welcomed them, the
visits became more and more frequent. There were times when one of
them would already be there when another came down; I left it up to
them to work things out; they came up with using the door at the
bottom of the stairs as a signal as to whether whoever was with me
needed/wanted our time to be private -- if the door was open,
additional company was welcome; if not, then not. I think it worked
because all of them were meticulous about not abusing it.

There were a few times when I had all three of them for company -- and
in varying states of (un)dress, such as Wendy naked on my lap on the
couch, with Donna topless and tucked into my side, while a
fully-dressed Karen held station in my recliner. On that occasion,
Teresa came down to see if I knew where the girls had gotten off to;
when she saw that they were with me and perfectly safe, she just gave
me a smile before heading back upstairs. Neither Wendy nor Donna paid
her any more notice than giving her a token greeting before returning
their attention to the cheesy Sunday afternoon movie we'd been
watching.

All three of them got to spend entire evenings alone with me, and
Donna and Karen both spent the night with me a few times. Karen didn't
repeat her shower wake up call efforts, but when we were in bed, she
wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to get my cock to some state of
hardness (preferably completely) and get it wedged against her ass as
we spooned. Donna didn't try to get me hard, but if it happened, she
didn't mind in the least -- and usually actually seemed pleased about
it.

Donna and I also had a couple more very pleasant sessions of "69"; I
kept my promise not to over-excite her, and she showed her
appreciation of my forbearance by giving me some inordinately good
oral sex that left me drained (physically AND sexually) by the time we
were done.

It was roughly four months after I'd had my "talk" with Donna (and all
three of them had come down to see me together); it was a Saturday
evening, and Karen had readily accepted my invitation for her to spend
it with me. When we'd gotten downstairs, she'd closed the door most of
the way, as they'd gotten in the habit of doing. It wasn't the "Do Not
Disturb" sign of the door being closed all the way, or the "Visitors
Welcome" of a wide-open door; but more of a "Disturb Only If It's Good
Enough To Happen To YOU" warning. The couple of times that whoever I
was with and I had been interrupted, it had been for good reason...
once, one of them had fallen and possibly sprained an ankle. The other
time, it was because someone was at the front door and wouldn't go
away; it turned out to be somebody from a religious group that was
subjected to my rude, vehement, and profane encouragement to depart
the premises -- which they did, in considerable haste.

Karen was on my lap as I sat in my recliner; both of us were nude per
her (usual) request, and I had my arms around her waist as the two of
us watched TV. During commercials, I'd release my hold on her in favor
of moving my hands up and caressing her breasts while the two of us
exchanged soft, loving kisses. Between the fondling of her mammaries
and the way she'd wiggle her little butt in my lap, I was semi-erect
almost constantly -- something that pleased her tremendously.

When the late news came on, she exercised her prerogative of using the
remote to turn the TV off, knowing that I never bothered watching the
late news. After I'd molested her a little more, and we'd shared a few
kisses, we were just contentedly sitting there when she asked me
"Would you do something for me, Uncle Ted?"

"If I can. What is it?"

"Would you be the one to make me not a virgin any more?"

Needless to say, the question wasn't something I'd expected to hear.
It took me a few seconds to get my thoughts settled enough to ask "You
know what you're asking me to do?"

"I'm asking you to have sex with me for the first time. And yes, I
know that means you putting your penis inside me!"

With a few gentle nudges, I got her to sit up and turn around to face
me. Putting my arms around her slender waist, I looked into her face
and asked "Do you really think you want something like that, and that
you're ready for it? Or are you asking for some other reason?"

From the expression on her face, I could tell that she knew I needed
not just the immediate answers to my questions, but explanations, too.

She was as serious and sincere as I'd ever seen her when she answered
"Yeah, I do want that to happen. I've been thinking about it almost
since I was with you and Donna that time. After what you did with me
and her... and then when we talked that night, the first time I stayed
with you... I knew that sex was something serious -- but that it could be
fun, and feel good, too. After I told you it was okay, you've been
doing what I wanted -- touching me first, I mean, and being the one
that starts when we do things together. And when I've wanted to come
down here and talk to you, or just BE here with you, it's always been
okay. After we slept together that first time, and I used my mouth on
you in the shower, you didn't treat me any different; you weren't any
nicer to me than you've always been, but you weren't afraid to touch
me and kiss me and everything, either. When I'm with you like this,
just the two of us, I know that it's okay for us to be together -- that
you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, or make me feel bad, and I like
that. You do so much for me... and Donna, and Wendy, and Mom... and you
never, ever ask us for anything, or say anything to remind us about
the things you do. I know I'm kinda young, but I got a chance to look
up a bunch of things on the Internet one time, when I was over at
Christina's house, and it's not that much. What I found out was that
most girls are between fifteen and sixteen when they lose their
virginity -- but that my age isn't like, weird, or anything. And I've
really, truly tried to find out as much as I can about it; stuff like
how girls felt afterwards, and what they thought about it, and how it
happened for them, and what they wished they'd done different, and
things like that. I've really THOUGHT about it, too -- I know that I
can't go back and change it afterwards, and that it really is
something special, and that I should be really, really sure first.
Honest, Uncle Ted, I have thought about it, and I really am sure that
I'm ready for it, and I really do want it to be with you. I know you
might be thinking that I want to do this just so I'm 'first' to do
something, but that's not it... really. And I don't want to be with you
like that because of anything you've done -- not that way, anyway; I
mean, I'm not wanting to have sex with you just because we've been
kissing and touching and everything, and all I want is just to do more
sex stuff with you. You're somebody really, really special to me -- I
love you, as much as I do Mom, and even more than I did Daddy, when he
was here. I know that you love ME, too, the same way; and THAT'S why I
want us to be together like that -- because we love each other as much
as we do. I know we can't get married, or anything; and that if we're
together like that, you still aren't going to treat me any different
than you do Wendy or Donna... and I know that's the way it SHOULD be,
because I know I'm still not that grown up that I don't need you and
Mom watching out for me. But I think I'm old enough, and grown up
enough, for this because it isn't me trying to be grown up and
everything like you and Mom; it's you and me loving each other as much
as we do, and being able to show it to each other. I don't even want
us to stay together, you know, me living down here, or sleeping with
you, all the time, either. Like I said, I just want us to be able to
share how much we love each other sometimes. I know I'm going all over
the place, telling you why I think it's okay, and I hope you don't
think that means I'm not ready, or that I'm not sure, and tell me 'no'
because of it."

It had taken her a good ten minutes to tell me all that; she'd spoken
clearly and slowly, trying to make sure I understood what she was
saying, and all that she'd done and thought before she brought it up
with me. Yes, she HAD bounced around a bit as she was talking -- but
since she was doing it from the heart, and not a script or printed
notes, I was willing to dismiss the style in favor of paying attention
to the content and substance of what she'd had to say.

As I looked at her, I saw that she was a bit nervous, but unafraid --
and absolutely certain of what she wanted.

Looking into her eyes, I told her "Okay, you've told me what you want,
and why, and all that. But you've had plenty of time to get ready for
this, and I'm just hearing about it now. I'm not going to make you
wait too long, but I need a little bit of time so that I can think
about what you said, okay?"

Dry-eyed and solemn, she nodded her head; and after I'd released my
soft hold around her, she quietly got off my lap and took a seat on my
couch. I thought it noteworthy that she didn't assume the right to
wait on my bed, but didn't give up and go upstairs, either -- there was
something she wanted me to do, and she was apparently ready to wait
for it to happen.

With nothing to distract me, I sat there and considered what she'd
said -- not just the words, but what they told me about her; and how
she'd tried to get across to me what she'd thought and done and felt
before she made her request. I also had to think about what MY
involvement was leading up to that point -- whether I'd done anything
to encourage her, or cause her to think that I wanted us to be that
intimate with each other. Finally, I had to try and figure out what
would (or might) happen afterwards, for either choice I made. It
wasn't a fast or easy process, and required a lot of serious thought
(and no small amount of soul-searching) on my part before I finally
had an answer to give her.

When I looked at the clock, I realized that I'd been sitting there for
nearly an hour; turning to look at where Karen was waiting, I saw that
she was ready to sit there until she got an answer. When I cleared my
throat, she saw that I was looking at her, and realized that I was
ready to tell her what I'd decided. She got up, then came over to
resume her previous position on my lap. When she was settled, I put my
arms around her waist again. She was looking at me steadily as I told
her "You know that what you want is something serious -- very serious.
And I'm sure you understand why I thought it was important enough that
I had to think about it for this long. There are several things that
make me think that us having sex wouldn't be a good idea -- how young
you are, the fact that I am your uncle, and several more. But there
also things that make me think that it could be okay, too. Things like
the fact that we DO love each other so much; and that you worked so
hard to try and make sure of what you wanted, and what would happen,
and all of that. I had to try and think about what could happen if we
started having sex -- not just the things between us, but what might
happen TO you, and even how it could affect your sisters and your Mom.
Then I had to try and see if I did anything that maybe caused you
think this was something we could or should do, and what I thought
about us having sex -- and what might happen to ME. As much as I could,
I had to try to see if I could figure out what good and bad there
would PROBABLY be, and COULD be, and MIGHT be -- not just for you and
me, but for your Mom, and Donna, and Wendy, because whatever happens
with US is going to affect them, too. I think you can see that there
were a lot of things that I had to look at, and think about, and try
to decide whether they were big and important, or not -- and if they
were, how much. I told you that I would never lie to you, and I'm not
going to lie to you about this, either. There was a lot of stuff that
made me think that us having sex wouldn't be good, just like there was
a lot of things that made me think it could be okay, too. Honestly,
I'm still not sure that what I decided is the right one, and I'm
afraid that it's going to do things that make you end up hating me for
it. But what I finally decided was that if you're sure enough to ask
if you can give your virginity to me, then the best thing I can do is
try to make it as easy and good for you as I can."

As I'd been talking, I could see that Karen was trying to prepare
herself for what she thought would be a negative answer -- so when I
agreed to what she'd asked, it took her a second to understand that
she'd gotten the answer she wanted. Still, she didn't get ecstatically
happy, or start acting like a kid in a toy store; if anything, she
seemed to get even more sober about it -- which actually helped settle
my concerns a bit, since it let me know that she really comprehended
the significance of the matter.

We were looking at each other when I asked her "You asked me about
this tonight, but it doesn't have to happen tonight, unless you want
it to. If there's anything you want to do first, or you need to wait,
or anything else, that's fine. This will be easiest for you if it
happens WHEN you want and HOW you want. There are some things that I
can do -- and will do! -- to help; but THE most important part is that
you're comfortable with it. I know you know that sex is how babies are
made, and I don't think either one of us wants THAT to happen, so I
need to know what we're going to do about it."

She managed to give me a small smile before she answered "That was one
of the first things I checked on, Uncle Ted. Because my periods still
aren't regular like Donna's, they say it wouldn't be good for me to
use anything like chemical birth control, yet. It might be possible
for me to get an IUD, but that's usually not something they can do
while the girl is still a virgin. I talked to Mom about it, and she
said that whenever I was ready, she'd make an appointment for me to
get one. I... I decided that when... when we have sex the first time, I
don't want either of us to have to do anything special, so I checked
and made sure that if it happens right before I start my period, there
isn't any egg for your sperm to make a baby with. So if... if we did it
tonight or tomorrow, that would be good, because my next period won't
start until Tuesday -- you can't make me pregnant today or tomorrow, or
even Monday; but I think waiting until then would be too close."

I wasn't surprised that she'd thought to check on what her options
were; she was the smartest of the three of them, and consistently
brought home the best grades -- something that didn't always please her
sisters.

The next thing I asked her was "You know that we can make love in
different ways?"

"You mean positions? Yeah, I know, I've seen diagrams of them."

"Did any of places or things that you used to learn about girls losing
their virginity say anything about what was easiest for them?"

She nodded before answering "Yeah, they said the easiest one is if the
girl is on top so she can be in charge of how fast it happens. But I'm
not sure that I could actually do it myself like that -- hurt myself on
purpose that way, I mean. I know that there's no way of really knowing
if it'll hurt before it actually happens, and I think I'd be too
scared that it WOULD hurt to be able to do it myself. I was hoping
that it would be okay with you if you were on top of me the first time
-- IF it's going to hurt, then I know you'll make it as little as you
can, and that you won't chicken out like I might; and besides, I'd
like it if we could look at each other, and kiss, and stuff."

Myself, I was all in favor of the first option, her being on top of
me, so that she WAS in control, and I could be sure that she wasn't
hurt. But if she was afraid that she wouldn't actually be able to make
it happen when the time came, then her request that I take care of
getting through her hymen was something that I was just going to have
to do, regardless of how I felt about it.

The last thing I had to make sure of was to ask her "Karen, I know
you'll understand why I have to ask this... are you sure that your mom
will be okay with this? That there isn't going to be any trouble,
afterwards?"

She smiled at me again, then answered "I'm sure, Uncle Ted. When I
talked to her about an IUD, she asked me if I thought I was going to
need one. I told her I thought I was, and she asked me to make sure
first; then she said that I had to decide for myself when I was ready,
and that she loved me, no matter what. Then she told me that I didn't
have to be afraid, that she knew the guy would do everything I needed
to make it easy, and nice. Neither one of us said your name, but I
knew she knew that I wanted it to be you. I kinda think she was even
happy for me."

Well, Teresa had said that she trusted me completely, and what Karen
just told me simply confirmed that fact. Still, I felt a little relief
at hearing that Teresa had been okay with the imminent deflowering of
her fourteen-year-old daughter.

Karen's answer to my question left me with nothing else to do other
than gently pull her close enough to hold her against my chest, and
softly tell her "Sweetheart, if you want to give yourself to me like
that, I'll do the very best I can to worthy of the honor you're giving
me. I'm sure you believe it, but I'm going to say it anyway -- I'm
going to go as slow and easy as you need. You don't have to worry
about however long it takes, or maybe getting nervous or even afraid;
I love you, and the most important thing to me about this is that when
we're done, you're happy. I'll wait whenever you want me to, and until
you tell me it's okay again. If you want me to stop doing something, I
will, the second you say so. If you change your mind, or decide you
don't want this to happen with me -- now, or ever -- then that's okay
with me. And it's okay with me because I love you, and if I didn't do
those things, then I know it would hurt you... and that's the last thing
I'd ever want to happen. Okay?"

"I know you wouldn't rush me, or anything, Uncle Ted; and I know you'd
stop if I asked, or wait for me if I needed you to. I'm a little
nervous, now, because I don't know how it's going to go -- but I'm not
even a little bit afraid of what's going to happen. I love you, and I
know you love me to, just as much, and the same way; that's what makes
me want YOU to be the one that makes me not a virgin any more, and to
be with YOU while I learn about the rest of this sex stuff -- because I
know you'll be patient with me, and not say or do things to hurt me,
and all that. But it's still nice to hear you say it."

I held her like that for a couple more minutes before she softly asked
"Uncle Ted? Can we go now? And... you know..."

"Whenever you want, honey.", I answered. With a soft pressure of her
hand against my chest, she let me know that then was when she wanted;
I released my hold on her, and she calmly got off my lap and stood
next to the chair. When I was standing, too, she took me by the hand
and led the way to the bed. Under her command, I helped pull the bed
covers down before we got on the bed and situated next to each other.
She was laying on her side next to me, with her arm and leg draped
across me while I had my arm around her.

Her head was resting on my shoulder when I told her "We can make this
happen however you want it to, Karen. If there's something that you
want to happen in a certain way, then that's what we'll do. If you
just want to tell me when you're ready for me to do something, that's
fine, too. You told me that it was okay for me to start doing things
with you first, and if it would make you happy for me to be in charge
unless you say different, I'll be glad to do that for you. It doesn't
have to be the same the whole time, either; we change things around
however you want, whenever you want -- you're the boss, here."

"You always know how to make me feel good, Uncle Ted, so it's okay if
you're the one in charge... I'd kinda like that, even. I'd like it if we
could start by, you know, kissing and stuff."

I could feel that she was somewhat tense, and decided to take things
extra slow at first, so she'd know that she didn't have to be nervous
or afraid. Slowly, over the next few minutes, I began trying to get
her to relax. I started by simply kissing the top of her head, then
doing it again a little later. A gentle hug, then another kiss. Slowly
and gently, I began caressing her side, careful not to tickle her;
small touches that started out at just her waist gradually expanded to
include the entire side of her body -- even when I kissed the top of
her head a couple more times along the way.

I continued my patient efforts until I could tell that nearly all the
tension had left her, then gently got her rolled onto her back so that
I could move to MY side and prop myself up on my elbow. Looking down
at her, I could see that she'd gotten a little bit tense again -- which
I'd expected. Putting my hand on her belly, I tenderly caressed her
from navel on up, but deliberately avoiding her breasts. As I did, I
lowered my head and gave her lips a number of soft, chaste kisses to
try and let her know just how much I loved her. The first few times
our lips touched, she was simply too nervous to respond; but as I
continued, she began to relax again as she slowly began to accept that
I was fine with taking however much time she needed or wanted. Once
she started to kiss me back, it didn't take long for her to lose the
nervousness that had been there right after we'd moved. By the time I
began to let my fingers start making brief contact with the outer
edges of her breasts, she was as relaxed as I could hope for.

My fingers and hands slowly making more and more contact with the firm
mounds of her breasts was something that was familiar enough to her
that she was able to enjoy the increasing contact; that I was still
exchanging soft kisses with her helped, as well. With my hand cupping
her breast as I ran my thumb across her nipple, our kisses grew
longer, and more involved; I'd gotten both of her nipples nicely
extended when our tongues finally touched -- something that was still
somewhat new to her, since we'd only done it a couple of times before
then. Under my hand, I could feel her start to respond to the
additional excitement she was feeling because of how our tongues were
playing "tag" back and forth between our mouths.

As Karen's arousal slowly began to grow, I transferred my attentions
from her breasts to her belly again; and then, gradually, even
farther. While I was expanding the range of my touch, I began making
the transition from just kissing her lips, to including her face --
then her throat, and neck, and shoulders, before blazing a wandering
trail that ended with my lips at the peak of one of her breasts. I
deliberately sucked on it a little bit harder than I usually did, to
distract her from the fact that my hand had reached her pelvis. Doing
my best to keep her attention on what I was doing at her breast, I
reached a little farther so I could begin caressing her smooth thighs
-- down her leg along the top, then slowly and softly back up again
along the insides, brushing ever so lightly across her mons to the top
of the other leg, and mirroring my actions before going through the
cycle again...

What I was trying to do was to be able to stimulate her as much as
possible, without having her tense up again each time I began touching
something "new"; the idea was that my caresses of her thighs would be
"familiar" by the time she noticed what I was doing. I had to figure
it was working when I moved my head from the breast I'd started with,
to the other -- and felt her open her legs so that my hand could move
more easily between them... without reacting to the fact that I did have
my hand where it was.

As I began to suckle at her breast, I was also increasing the contact
that I was making with the area between her thighs; lightly caressing
her along the cleft of her sex at first, then slowly expanding my
efforts to include drawing my finger across the entrance to her
vagina, and softly stroking the area around her clitoris. By the time
I'd gotten the ends of both of her breasts standing tall and proud,
she was beginning to moan softly as she arched her hips up in response
to what my hand was doing farther down.

With her starting to feel more arousal than apprehension, I lowered my
head again to begin kissing my way farther and farther down her body,
keeping my hand busy for as long as I could. After a brief delay to
tease her navel for a bit, my lips finally came in contact with the
soft sparse cloud of her muff -- something that also had me close
enough to easily discern the light, fresh scent of her excitement.
Still, I didn't rush things, despite the increasing desire to finally
learn what she tasted like. Instead, I gave her pubis a number of
tender kisses while softly "combing" and occasionally gently pulling
on her hair with my lips.

With my head that far down her body, I knew that she'd know that I
wasn't in any position to do anything, and carefully got my body
between her slender legs. Once I was in position, I welcomed the
opportunity to see her as I never had before.

I could tell that the patch of her pubic hair had expanded a trifle,
and was starting to fill in, as well -- and at the bottom of the "vee",
her labia were easily visible. Somewhat small, they were thin, and
delicate in appearance and beginning to darken with her increasing
desire; their inner surfaces were faintly shiny from the slight
overflow of her oils that I'd collected for use on her clitoris --
which had nearly shed its cloak, at the top of her slit. Moving my
head closer, I was able to extend my tongue, slipping the end of it
between her vaginal lips so that I could softly tease the ring of her
opening for several seconds before easing it upwards; I got a full
taste of her fresh, light, and faintly sweet essence before circling
her clitoris a few times.

When I eased my tongue into her honeypot again, she released a soft
moan and moved to spread her legs even farther apart -- granting me not
only better access to her young womanhood, but encouraging me to
continue.

Karen had never indicated to me before that she had any wish for me to
use my mouth on her the way I was, for whatever reason; but judging
from the way she was responding to what I was doing, I didn't figure
that it would be the last time she'd want it to happen.

It didn't take me but a minute or so to get her as aroused as she'd
been when I was using my hand on her; from there, it was easy (and
fun) increasing her excitement even more.

What I thought to do was simple, and to the point: after bringing her
to an orgasm, try to get past the barrier of her hymen while she was
still relaxed -- but only after giving her a chance to change her mind.
The window of opportunity would be brief, but my conscience demanded
that I not do anything irreversible without some kind of reaffirmation
from her that that was what she wanted.

So I was quite happy to apply everything I'd ever learned about her,
and giving a woman oral sex, to slowly but steadily raise her arousal
to higher and higher levels; doing my best to get her as excited and
wet as possible so that I could do my best to make the consummation of
our relationship as easy and painless for her as I could.

Trying to worm my stiffened tongue into her pleased her immensely, as
did placing my mouth over her opening and trying to softly suck her
delicious juices out of the reservoir she kept them in. Slowly
circling my tongue around her clitoris, and gently pulling on it with
my lips pleased her, as well. It was when I reached up and began
squeezing her breasts, and delicately pinching and pulling on her
nipples while my mouth and tongue were busy farther down that she
really began to respond to my efforts.

Having learned my lesson with Donna, I didn't dare try delaying or
intensifying the orgasm that I could feel building in Karen's
developing body -- but that didn't mean that I wasn't willing to do
more of the things that I could tell were producing the kind of
results that I was after. Getting the tip of my tongue partway through
the entrance to her virginal chamber and then flexing it as if trying
to lick her from the inside soon had her body writhing (she kept her
pelvis steady under my mouth) as the supply of her nectar increased
dramatically.

I knew that Karen was getting close to an orgasm when I felt the ring
of her opening begin clenching around the tip of my tongue -- it was
slight and mild, and infrequent at first; but it didn't take much
longer before I was forced to give up any attempts to get my tongue
into her because of how often and completely further entry was
blocked.

I was rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger while softly
sucking on her clitoris when Karen found release from the loving
torture that I'd been administering -- with a deep groan, she lifted
her pelvis as the first of a series of spasms passed through her. I
gently pressed my tongue against the small bump of her covered
clitoris as the pleasure of her release coursed through her, but
didn't do anything else to exacerbate the situation. When she lowered
herself to the bed again, I let my head slip from between her smooth
thighs; a few moments later, I moved my way up her body until my erect
penis was resting in the soft cushion of her pubic hair. It was a
trifle awkward because of how much shorter she was, but I managed to
softly kiss her face several times before she opened her eyes to look
up at me. Seeing me, she got an expression of delight on her face
before telling me "That was wonderful, Uncle Ted!"

I smiled at seeing how happy she was, and softly asked her "Do you
want to stop now, or go on with the rest of it?", flexing my cock so
that it pressed against her.

She didn't bat an eyelash before assuring me "I want to go on with the
rest of it."

"You're sure? I really won't be upset if you want to stop now."

"I know you wouldn't, Uncle Ted. But I really am sure -- that I want it
to happen, and with YOU."

Hearing her tell me so clearly and directly that she really did want
me to be the first one to know her body that way was more than enough
to remove any lingering doubts that I had. Looking into her eyes, I
began to move so that my erection slowly slid down the soft folds of
her mound; as I did, she spread her legs as far as she could before
drawing her knees up to make herself as open and accessible to me as
she could.

When the head of my cock slipped between her labia, I applied just
enough pressure to keep it there as I told her "Honey, I'm going to go
slow, and try to make this as easy for you as I can -- but I need your
help."

"What can I do, Uncle Ted?"

"I need you to tell me if I start to go too fast, or if something
starts to hurt, or if anything is bothering you. We don't have to stop
if anything like that happens, but we can try to do things differently
to try and make it better. Okay, sweetheart?"

She hadn't seemed particularly bothered before, but I could still tell
that hearing me say that gave her some sense of relief, too. Smiling
up at me, she said "If I need you to do anything like that, I'll tell
you, Uncle Ted. Honest."

Even in that situation, I could tell that she was hedging about being
willing to tell me if I started to hurt her -- I wasn't particularly
happy about it, but had to figure that she had the right to decide for
herself how much pain or discomfort she was willing to tolerate before
she said anything.

Still looking into her eyes, I began to slowly increase the pressure
of my manhood against the gateway to her womanhood. I could see in her
face that she knew I was letting her know that she didn't have to be
nervous or afraid -- and that I was giving her that much more time to
change her mind, if she wanted.

Rather than say anything to me, she simply began trying to do what she
could to make it happen; it wasn't but a few seconds before I could
feel her trying to get the control she needed to deliberately relax
herself to grant my entry. I didn't let what she was doing alter what
I was doing in the slightest; I just kept a steady pressure against
her so that any additional progress I made into her was just that --
additional. I was nearly through her, and could already feel the
obstruction of her maidenhead touching the end of my cock when she
suddenly lifted herself up -- far enough that the head of my manhood
slipped through, accompanied by a small squeak from her.

Of course, I immediately stopped. When I looked down at her, it was
plain that she was having second thoughts about what she'd just done;
otherwise, she didn't appear that she was in any kind of distress.
Tenderly, I told her "You didn't have to do that, dear. It was going
to happen before long, anyway."

Doing her best to smile, she told me "I know, Uncle Ted... but I just
wanted that part to be over, so that I could feel you inside me. I do,
now... and I like it!"

Well, I'd told Teresa that I was willing to let them learn things the
hard way if they had to, so I didn't figure that there was anything
for me to say. Still, I held myself still in her until I felt her
begin to press herself up against me in encouragement for me to get on
with things.

After sliding my cock back and forth as much as I could to try and get
things lubricated, I started moving myself in her in a series of
cyclic motions that had me sinking myself into her barely a millimeter
at a time -- each time I "backed off", it was for slightly less than
I'd pressed into her; the thrusts were small and slow enough that I
knew I wasn't hurrying her, or having any problem staying wetted with
her oils. I had maybe half my cock in her before I remembered feeling
her hymen when I'd first entered her. Holding myself still over her, I
asked "Are you okay, honey?"

Opening her eyes again, she looked up at me in a mix of satisfaction
and mild confusion as she asked "I'm fine, Uncle Ted. Why?"

"I'm halfway inside you, but I could feel your hymen -- your cherry --
when I first got in."

"Oh, that. When you popped into me like that, I felt it when it broke.
It only hurt a little bit, so I didn't say anything about it. By the
time you were in me a little more, it didn't hurt at all; now it just
feels good to have you in me. You feel HUGE, but you're not hurting
me, or anything."

From the expression on her face, I had to figure she was telling me
the truth that she was satisfied with how things were going. Nothing
for me to do but carry on, then.

She'd let me know that she was fine with what I'd been doing, so I
went back to doing it. It wasn't much later that the incredibly tight,
warm sheath of her vagina was securely wrapped around almost my entire
length; I might get the last fraction of an inch into her, but that
was for later -- just then, I could feel the end of my erect penis
touching the deepest part of her, and knew that was enough.

She looked up at me when I softly kissed her cheek, and told me "Oh,
Uncle Ted! I never even dreamed it could feel like this -- like I was
missing something without knowing it, and I just found out what it
was!", the awe she felt clear in her voice.

I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before asking "You're still okay?
Would you like me to wait a little bit before I start moving in you?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Uncle Ted! Even better than fine... it's.... it's...
wonderful! But yeah, if you could wait a little bit, that'd be nice --
I'm still getting used to having you inside me.", the last a bit
apologetically.

I kissed her again, then assured her "That's okay, Karen. I'm a
full-grown man, and you're still not quite fifteen yet, so I'm not
surprised you need some time. Until you let me know you're ready, I'll
just wait right here...", the last part drawing a small laugh from her.

She was tight around me, and most definitely stayed that way -- even as
I felt her begin to learn some control over her internal muscles as
she tried to relax herself to having even my average-sized erect penis
filling her the way I was. As she got used to my presence, I wasn't
the least bit reluctant to kiss whatever part of her struck my fancy --
her cheek, her forehead, her ear (with an option to nibble on her
earlobe), her throat, and when I could, her lips. Along the way, she
brought her legs up, and wrapped them around my waist before locking
her ankles behind me. When she did, I saw her eyes go wide as the last
of my penis slipped the rest of the way into her.

It didn't take her as long to adjust to being filled with my manhood
as I'd thought it might; reaching up, she held my head still so she
could lift her head and kiss me -- and brush my lips with her tongue.
When she lowered her head again, mine followed so our kiss could
continue, and so that I could send my tongue out in search for hers.
We finally had to come up for air, and Karen told me "You don't feel
even a little bit uncomfortable inside me any more, Uncle Ted -- so you
can start moving in me any time you want..."

I didn't bother saying anything in reply. I just eased my hips back
until only about a quarter of my erection was still inside her before
reversing direction and getting myself buried in her warm, wet sheath
again. After pausing a moment to make sure she was okay, I did it
again... a trifle farther and faster. Then again, even more.

It wasn't long until I was pistoning in and out of her in a steady
rhythm that felt good for both of us; it was her first experience with
coitus, and I wanted to make it one that she'd remember with happiness
for the rest of her life. It took longer than I'd hoped it would, but
there finally came the point that my fourteen-year-old niece began to
respond to the sensation of my adult cock filling and emptying her
previously virginal pussy; it began with her slightly pressing herself
up at me in response to my gentle thrusts, and slowly grew until she
was using her heels to press on my ass as she voiced her new-found
lust with such phrases as "Oh, god, you feel so good", and "FUCK me,
Uncle Ted!", among others. Needless to say, such encouragements were
appreciated, and served to inspire me to do just as she said.

There was just one wee, small problem -- the fact that she was warm,
and wet, and above all, tight around me. While she clearly wasn't
experiencing any problems with having me in her, it was still new and
novel enough that she wasn't able to fully appreciate the experience.
That meant that I was moving close to my own climax faster than she
was toward hers. I tried everything I could to try and increase the
pleasure for her, but there was only so much that she'd let me do;
trying to slow down, for example, was totally unacceptable to her.

I finally tried to tell her what was going on, but she adamantly told
me "I don't care if I have another orgasm! Just keep fucking me!"

So I did. I still tried to make it as good and enjoyable for her as I
could; I just quit worrying about it if she didn't cum again when (or
before) I did.

Karen had developed a distinct blush on her face and upper shoulders
when I felt myself reach that point where I knew it was going to
happen -- and not much longer, either. Karen was willing to let me slow
down a little bit when it meant that I was able to take longer strokes
in and out of her; by lying to myself outrageously, I was able to
pretend that the increasing sensations I was feeling from the head of
my cock weren't as intense as they were; but there was no way of
denying the incredible pleasure of feeling myself moving in her any
longer.

Somehow, I managed not to slam myself into her as I buried my manhood
in her tight sheath just ahead of the first powerful spray of cum
erupting from the end of my cock; I heard Karen cry out underneath me,
and then the indescribable sensation of her fourteen-year-old vagina
clasping at me as I continued to try and fill her with my jism. The
feeling of her tight young pussy clenching around me only lasted about
half the time my climax did -- but the brevity of it didn't diminish
the pleasure in the slightest. I was panting as I lowered my body,
supporting myself over her on my elbows as I tried to get my wits back
together after what I'd just experienced.

I had finally gotten to the point that I could breathe through my nose
when Karen wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me as she rained a
number of kisses on my face, before telling me "Oh, Uncle Ted, that
was so wonderful! I could feel it when you started squirting in me,
and it made me have a little bit of an orgasm, knowing that you were
doing it! And you're still big, and inside me, and it feels so good..."

After she'd lowered her head to the pillow again, and we'd exchanged
several small, brief kisses, I told her "I'll be glad to stay like
this as long as I can, honey."

She crinkled her nose at me before saying "I know-- when you're not
hard any more, you'll slide out. Then we'll have to do something so
your juice doesn't leak out of me and make the bed wet. But until
then, I like having you over me like this."

I gave her another quick kiss, and answered "And I like being over
you, so that works pretty good." -- and getting a happy smile from her.

As tight as she'd been, I would have thought that it wouldn't take as
long as it did for my penis to finally shrink enough to slip out of
her; I can only figure that the semi-regular twitches I felt inside
her were slowing the process... not that I'm complaining, mind you!

When I knew it wouldn't be much longer, I told her "Karen, honey, I
think we'll want to take a quick shower before we go to bed; but
before then, I just want to know if you want to clean up with me -- and
if you do, whether or not you need or want any time alone in the
bathroom first."

Delighted at the prospect of rinsing ourselves off together, she told
me "No, I don't need to do that. Even though it felt like you put,
like, a gallon of your stuff in me, I think it'll just drain out of me
while we clean up. But thank you for asking, even if it did make you a
little embarrassed!"

I was considerably surprised by her calm acceptance of the idea of
getting my cum out, and that she wasn't embarrassed by the idea of
letting it happen in front of me. Teresa must have done one hell of a
job of explaining things to her and her sisters, since other women
that I'd been with would have had conniptions at the very idea of
letting me see them dealing with getting my cum out, never mind
letting it actually happen. I smiled, and kissed her again, and as I
shifted my weight slightly, felt my cock slip free of her intimate
embrace. Without saying a word, and before she could move, I slipped
out of bed and stood up; I was able to slide her over to the edge,
then pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, where I set her feet
on the floor of the shower. Keeping my hand over the shower head, I
got the water turned on and adjusted; when it was hot enough, I got
into the shower with her, where the two of us had a pleasant time
cleaning each other off. She didn't have any qualms about squatting
down slightly and using a finger to wash my semen out; the sight was
damn near enough to start getting me hard again before she was
satisfied with her efforts.

Once we were back in bed, the feel of her cute ass tucked into my
"lap" as we spooned did succeed in getting my cock almost completely
erect again. Karen just looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and
calmly lifted one leg far enough for her to reach back and get my
manhood repositioned between her smooth thighs and against her mons
before lowering her leg -- leaving me "trapped" in a way that I found
QUITE satisfactory.

As we lay there, she told me "Thanks, Uncle Ted. I wanted to stop
being a virgin, and find out what it was like to make love with
someone, and you made it SO much better thank I even thought it could
be. I was still a little bit scared, but you were so nice and patient
and everything. I knew I could trust you, and that you'd make it as
easy as it could be... and you did it even better than I hoped. I would
have been okay with it if it just didn't hurt too much, but you made
it feel good, even. I just want you to know that I know how lucky I am
to have someone that loves me and cares for me enough to do everything
that YOU did for me tonight. I know you liked it, too, and all that --
but I know that you were thinking about ME more than yourself; and I
want you to know that I appreciate that, too."

I gave her a gentle hug, then said "Thank you, sweetheart. It means a
lot to me, hearing that I've made you happy."

She wriggled herself against me before releasing a contented sigh,
then gave my hand a gentle squeeze where it was cupping her breast.

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