Dorsai - Close knit family

Wendy removed her hand from my balls, and carefully collected one of the bigger wads on one finger, then stuck it in her mouth. It took just a second for her to get a happy expression on her face, then a few more for her to suck her finger clean. Pulling it out, she said to her sister "I… I like it. Kinda salty, like you said, but good!"

After that, the two of them talked about what had happened when I'd climaxed; Wendy was amazed at how hard I'd squirted before Karen explained that that had been less forceful than usual. Then Karen had to explain that the cum she'd let escape had been just a fraction of the total — something that Wendy found fascinating and impressive.

When I'd (mostly) recovered, I got myself seated and leaning back against the headboard again; Wendy occupied my lap while Donna and Karen nestled themselves into my sides while the three of us talked about what all had happened that afternoon — and what it meant for them, and the different relationships between all of us. By the time we got all of that worked it out, it was close to time for supper; Karen and Donna were both insistent that I shower with Wendy, who was more than pleased at the idea. Our cleanup was brief, but affectionate and playful, none the less.

In the weeks that followed, I know that the girls all got together in any and all combinations to pleasure themselves and each other. There weren't any repeats of me joining them, despite the fact that I would find them in various permutations every so often.

They also continued to come down to visit fairly often, and I was just as willing to invite one (or even two, after that afternoon) to spend the evening or night. If Teresa didn't know what was going on with all of us (and between the girls, in particular), it was by willful ignorance; she had no discernible reaction to the sight of me and one or two of them turning up for breakfast after having spent the night together. All of their grades in school remained good, and none of them became any kind of discipline problem; if anything, their grades and attitudes actually improved after that afternoon.

It was a Saturday evening, and Donna was downstairs with me; both of us were naked, with her on my lap, and were tenderly molesting each other every so often as we watched television.

When they broke for commercials, Donna asked me "Uncle Ted, would you do something for me?"

Thinking she just needed something to do with school, I answered "If I can, honey. What is it?"

"It's about sex, and I think I need to talk to you about it, first."

Thinking I knew what she wanted, I told her "Okay, go ahead."

She must have heard something in my tone, because she quickly told me "I'm not thinking about not being a virgin any more, or anything like that."

Confused, I asked "What is it, then?"

"I've heard about something, and I'm confused about it. When I hear people talk about it, they usually make it sound like it's bad; but other times, it sounds more like they think it's special, and good. When I heard about it, I thought it sounded like maybe it could be nice, and fun — but the bad things I hear make me not sure what to think about it. So I wanted to ask you if maybe you could help me with it. I mean, I remember you telling me that it was up to me to think about what I want, and to be sure of something before I do it, and all that. And you've told me and Wendy and Karen that if two people are doing something because BOTH of them want to, and they aren't hurting anyone, then it there isn't anything for anyone else to say about it. So I was hoping that maybe you would be willing to help me find out if this thing that I heard about is maybe as good as I think it is."

I had no idea where she was going with all that when I asked her "How do you want me to help you? And what with?"

"I want to find out what it's like to have sex… in my butt."

Stunned, it took several seconds before I was able to turn the TV off, then get Donna turned around so that she was facing me so I could ask "I'm not mad, or upset, or anything, but… why?"

The expression on her face told me that she was relieved I hadn't gone off the deep end, but that she was still more than a little nervous as she told me "Like I said, when I heard about it, I thought it sounded… kind of sexy. I know it's not something most people do, and most of the time, when I hear people talk about it, they say stuff like someone got fucked in the ass — and that makes it sound like it's bad. But other times, I've heard someone say something else that makes it sound a LOT nicer; and that's what has me confused. I think it's something I'd like to try, but not if it's going to be bad. So I need you to explain to me why it can sound both bad and good; and if I decide that I really want to do it, if you would be the one to do that with me."

Still trying to deal with the idea of my oldest niece asking me to sodomize her, I dealt with her first request by telling her "It can sound good and bad because it CAN be both. Which one it's like depends on what the person is trying to make it like. When you hear someone say that another person got fucked in the ass, they mean that that one person was badly mistreated or cheated by someone else. Anal sex is still kind of a big taboo for a lot of people, which is why you don't hear about many people actually doing it; that's part of the reason that just the idea of receiving anal sex is considered a bad thing. Have you ever heard someone talk about something happening to someone else, and hear them say something about Vaseline?"

She nodded, and I told her "Anal sex can be very painful if the two people aren't very careful, and take their time about making it happen — a person's butt doesn't make any kind of lubrication like you do in your vagina, so they almost always have to use something else. People say Vaseline because almost everyone knows that it could be used for something like anal sex; the whole thing together means that a person figuratively had anal sex, but that whoever was doing it to them was nice enough to make it easier and less painful than it could have been.

Other times, you might hear say something that would make it even worse, like doing that with a sandpaper condom. You understand?"

She considered it for several seconds before answering "Yeah, I think so. So most people talk about it like it's bad because of that taboo thing, and I can understand that it wouldn't be fun if someone did that when you didn't want them to. But it can be good if the two people wanting to do it are extra nice about it… kind of like when you had sex with Karen the first time, only more."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it.", I agreed.

"Then if I wanted to, would you do that with me? I know you'd be extra-special nice about it, and I know you wouldn't hurt me that way, and I really want to find out if it's as sexy as it sounds. So would you help me with it, Uncle Ted?"

It was the damnedest thing I'd ever been asked, and left me with mixed feelings — as loathe as I was to do anything that would hurt her, the idea of her giving me her anal virginity had its own distinct appeal…

Donna must have known that I needed a little time to consider what she'd asked, since she sat quietly on my lap without saying a word as I tried to decide how to respond to her request.

When I'd finally gotten things straight in my mind, I looked into her eyes as I told her "You sound like you really do want to try it" — "I do!", she emphasized — "and you also sound like you only want to do it if it's going to feel good" — she nodded her head that that was the case -

"so I guess we can try it. But if it starts to hurt you, or anything bad happens, we stop… right then. Right?"

"You bet, Uncle Ted! I really do think it sounds sexy, and I really do want to try it — but not if it's going to hurt. I know you'll be nice about it, so if anything goes wrong, then I know that it's something I shouldn't do, and we'll stop."