Dorsai: Jan

With the stereo softly playing a little Beethoven, we sat there quietly for several minutes, taking the occasional sip of our drinks. Finally, though, Jan looked over at me, and said"Uncle Dan, I know it's only been a little while, but I already miss Daddy. This is the first time he's ever gone away for a trip this long."

"Well, Trouble, he'll be back soon enough. I know you'll miss him, but remember that he didn't want to have to leave for this long, either."

"I know, but it's still hard."

"I know it is. But you pretty much a grown-up, now" – earning me a wry smile – "and that's the kind of thing that grown ups have to learn to deal with. I'm sure it will be hard, but try to be brave about it, because Leo and John are going to be watching you to see how they should react. If you can be calm about it, it will help them handle it, too.

Besides, it's not like you're really alone alone – I mean, I'm here, too, remember?"

"I know you're here, and I think that's the only thing that's keeping me from crying right now. I'll try to be brave about Daddy being gone so that John and Leo don't cry, but I don't know if I can do it."

"Jan, I didn't say you couldn't be sad, or cry. I just said that you should try to make sure that the boys only see you being strong. If you have to cry or anything, just try to wait until you're alone to do it, so they don't see it. As grown up as you're trying to be, you're still only 15 years old, and nobody is going to think bad about you for missing your dad – least of all, me."

"Okay. Thanks, Uncle Dan."

"No problem, Trouble."

We sat there like that for a little while longer, before Jan spoke up again "Uncle Dan?"

"Yes, Jan?"

"Is it okay if I sit next to you, and you hold me?"

"Sure, honey, if it helps make you feel better."

"It would. Let me get a blanket first, though, 'cause it's kind of cold in here."

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back." I answered, and getting a small smile in return.

A couple of minutes later, she was back, with one of the light blankets they used in the den in winter. She quickly sat next to me, and arranged the blanket so that it would cover both of us. She leaned against my side, with her head on my shoulder, and pulled my arm around so that it was draped over her shoulder, and my hand was on her belly. That done, she pulled the blanket up so that it covered her; then laid her head on my shoulder. A minute later, she moved my hand up, so that it was cupping her breast, and held it there. I suspect that the little bit of rum she'd had started to kick in, because it wasn't much longer before she apparently fell asleep: I could hear soft snoring sounds from her. I wasn't in any rush to move, so just left her there; before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep, as well.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still on the couch – though I'd move around a bit, and was half-laying on it, instead of leaning against the end as I started out the night before. In addition, I was surprised to find that – whether by her doing, or mine – my hand had found it's way inside her shirt, and I was holding her bare breast in my hand. On top of that, her hand had gravitated to my crotch, and she had a slight grip on my semi-erect penis.

My efforts to gently extract my hand apparently woke her up: she opened her eyes and looked up at me, saying "You can leave it there – it feels good, and I like it." before closing her eyes again, snuggling into my chest, and giving my penis a little squeeze.

Since we were still covered by the blanket, I didn't have to worry about the boys finding us, and – yes, I admit it – it felt pretty damn good to have her tit in my hand; so I just closed my eyes, and drifted back into a half-sleep.

A while later, I started having a dream that someone was gently squeezing and stroking my erect penis, and that I was caressing a breast I couldn't see, and playing with it's nipple and areola: drawing little circles on the areola, gently pinching and pulling on the nipple, softly squeezing the breast, and so on. That continued for several minutes before my conscious re-asserted it's control over my brain, and I woke up to find that it wasn't a dream: Jan WAS doing those things to my penis, and I WAS doing those things to the breast I still held. As I was looking down at her, she looked up at me, and I could see that her face and shoulders were more that a little flushed from arousal.

Fortunately, we were saved from either embarrassment or going where we didn't need to go by the sound of Leo and John getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Jan blinked a bit as she got control of herself, and took her hand off my penis. I kissed her on top of her head as I carefully extracted my arm from her shirt, and told her "That was a nice way to wake up, Trouble."

She responded by saying "Yeah, but did we have to wake up, though? I was starting to feel pretty good, there!"

I laughed, and answered "You sure were 'feeling pretty good', in more ways than one. But I don't think that's something we need to repeat, either – particularly with the boys around. I think we're lucky we woke up when we did, rather than have Leo and John find us like that."

She giggled a little at my joke, and replied, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Still, it was fun."

With that, she gave me a little peck on the lips – surprising the hell out of me – before getting up. As I got up, too, she carefully made sure her clothes were okay, and after I'd done the same (rearranging my still semi-erect penis so that it was less noticeable), we worked together to fold the blanket and put it away before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

The rest of the day and evening went pretty much as expected.

Late the next morning, the boys got invited over to one of their cousin's houses – something they quickly agreed to. The details were worked out, and arrangements were made for that I'd deliver them for lunch, and they'd be brought back in time for supper.

When I got back from delivering them, I found Jan in the den, working on her science project report. I left her to it, and went into the living room to listen to some music, and wound up taking a nap.

I woke up a couple of hours later, to see Jan in the chair across from me, just sitting there. I raised my eyebrow, and she said"I got most of my report done, and was just watching you. You don't mind?"

I smiled, and said "No, not while I'm sleeping."

She giggled a bit before getting serious again, saying,"There's something I need your help with."

I sat up, and asked "What, is there a problem with the project?"

She looked at her lap, and answered, "No, there's a problem with the Jan."

I looked at her a little more closely, and could see that something was bothering her. "What is it?" I asked.

"Um, you remember yesterday morning?"

"Gladly. What about it?"

"Well, um, the way I was feeling – you know – before Leo and John woke up, was the best I'd ever, you know, felt before."

"Okay. And?" somehow, I knew she was just getting started.

"Well, I mean, I've been trying a lot" – a blush at admitting how much she'd been masturbating – "and I've never, you know, felt that good before. I mean, it feels good and all that, but never as good as yesterday. Yesterday was way better than I'd ever felt before, and I think that if yesterday was that good, then that orgasm stuff I've read about must be pretty good."

"Yeah, it is."

"Well, um, I want to feel one. An orgasm, I mean."

"I kinda figured that's what you meant. But how do I fit into this?" I thought I knew what the answer was, but wanted – no, needed – to make sure.

She answered me by saying "Uh, well, I was, uh, hoping…" before she ran out of steam, and stared into her lap again.