Dorsai - Jan

"You really think so?"

"Yup – to all of it."

"I guess I can try it."

"Trust me – he'll be glad you're willing to talk to him, and it will give you and him another way to get to know each other. He's always going to think of you as his 'little girl', but if you can talk to him, it will help him realize you're also becoming a young woman, too."

"Yeah, I guess I can see that."

"Now, before we both freeze or something, how about that bath?"

She laughed and took my hand as we both got into the spa-sized tub they had in the 'public' bathroom. After a few false starts, we finally got situated with us fairly well stretched out, facing each other but side-by-side. I couldn't help but put my hand on her thigh, and moving back and forth, gently caressing her as the heat from the water slowly soaked into my body. For her part, she was content to simply rest her arm on my leg, with her hand on her belly. We laid like that for probably twenty minutes, with Jan periodically letting a little water out before adding more hot, and thus keeping the tub temperature nice and high.

Finally, though, we started looking like a couple of albino raisins, and she let the water drain completely; though the bathroom was warm enough now that we didn't miss it all that much.

I was just starting to think about getting up when I heard her say, "I want to watch you."

"You want to watch me what?"

"Masturbate."

"Uh, maybe you didn't realize, but when I have to do it myself, I use my hand, pretty much the same way you do when you play with me."

"I know that, silly. I just want to watch you do it. I think it would be sexy!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly in the mood or condition to do it just now. You pretty much wore me out, that last time."

"Would this help?" – and with that, she lifted the leg next to me and put it on the other side of mine, turning herself so that I had a nice, clear view of the area between her legs as she slowly ran her finger from bottom to top of her cleft.

Yeah, it helped. More than I would have thought it could. I'd thought I was 'sexed out' for the night, but she seemed to have a talent for helping me find hidden reserves. Of all kinds of things.

I felt my previously flaccid penis twitch, which gave her the affirmation she seemed to need: continuing to run her finger through her slit, she used the other hand to start caressing her breasts, focusing on her nipples which seemed to jump out at the attention. That got me going a little (okay, a lot) more, and I could feel myself become semi-erect. When she gave me a 'Well? What are you waiting for?" look, I took matters into my own hand, so to speak: gently stroking myself until I was completely hard as I watched her continue to fondle herself – even as she dipped a hand down to caress and prod at her anus.

Over the next several minutes, we continued slowly masturbating ourselves, each feeding on the sight of the other becoming more and more aroused. Surprisingly, neither of us was paying particular attention to what the others hands were doing; instead, we were focused on each other's eyes and faces, sharing the intimacy of the act, rather than the act itself. When I saw her curl her middle finger, so that part of it rubbed her clitoris as the end partially entered her vagina, it was enough to start me on the climb toward release. Apparently, the change in my attitude and activity was enough to get her started, as well, since I saw her hand start moving more insistently against her crotch while her other squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples even harder.

For once, my age worked in my favor: my previous experiences that night were sufficient to let me delay long enough that that I didn't unload before she had a chance to orgasm again. We must have been at roughly the same arousal; I say 'roughly' because I was the one to climax first, sending my first shot nearly to my feet, and my second to my knees. The rest were much less powerful, but the sight was enough to nudge her into her own climax: I got to watch her belly heave and her vaginal lips pulse and quiver slightly as her spasms hit her, while she continued rubbing her erect and very visible clitoris.

During all this, the bathroom had slowly bled off the heat from the tub, so by the time the few minutes it took us to catch our breath again went by, it was mildly cool. By mutual consent, we got up and got the shower started, as hot as we could stand it. The shower itself didn't take long, even though neither of us was in any hurry to stop the caressing and hugging and kissing as we washed each other off. After we'd gotten out, she dried me off first, letting her hands tarry at various and sundry parts of my anatomy. For my part, I softly kissed anything I could lay lips on while drying her off – and even for a bit afterwards.

As we were leaving the bathroom, I saw her yawn, and realized that it was getting late into the evening, and pointed that fact out to her.

"Um, Uncle Dan?"

"Yes, Jan?"

"Can I, uh, sleep with you tonight?" she asked hesitantly.

I understood, of course, that she wanted the physical companionship of being next to me, not more physical intimacy.

I gave the idea some thought: the boys weren't back until shortly before lunch the next day, so they weren't any particular concern. What*did* worry me, though, was the idea of the two of us being so close to each other for such an extended period of time without being fully awake and aware of what we were doing.

"Yeah, I guess we can do that – as long we both at least wear underwear, so that there aren't any, uh, accidents."

"That's okay; I kinda like it better, you know? But do I have to wear a bra, too, or is just panties enough?"

"I expect that panties are enough." I answered with a short laugh.

"Goody. I want to feel as much of you next to me as I can."

Now my conscience got to me: where to sleep that was big enough for both of us? The idea of 'just' sleeping with his daughter in Paul's bed seemed a bit like treachery; and the thought of sleeping in her bed brought on feelings of cradle robbing.

She seemed to know what was bothering me, and suggested an obvious answer that I would have gotten to, eventually: "Can we sleep on the floor in the den? Like on a blanket or two, and maybe with just a little fire going?"

"Sure, that would be nice. But I think we'll need another blanket to cover up with. We probably ought to get fresh blankets to sleep on, since somebody 'perfumed' the other one", I teased.

She got a playfully indignant look on her face, and answered with"Yeah, because another person just…. couldn't… be happy making 'somebody' happy, they had to make 'somebody' ecstatic!"

I put a shocked/horrified look on my face for a few seconds before the two of us nearly collapsed in laughter. It finally ended when I said, "I'll get the den ready, and you get the blankets, okay?"

She agreed, and a couple minutes later, I'd cleared the area in front of the fireplace and had a couple of smallish logs on the grate, ready to light. When she brought in the blankets, we took two of them and spread them out for sleeping on, and got the other ready to cover us with. She took the first one into the laundry room to be washed the next day, and I put on my underwear before starting the fire (gotta keep the priorities straight!). About the time I was satisfied that it was burning properly, she reappeared, having made a detour to put on a pair of her panties. I was surprised to see that she'd apparently been allowed a visit to Victoria's Secret, since they were some of the smallest, filmiest panties I'd ever seen on a female: they looked to be little more than smoke held together with dental floss, with the dark smudge of her pubic hair plainly visible in front, and little more than a few threads tracing up through the crack of her ass to join the ones around her waist.