Dorsai - Close knit family

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.