Dorsai - Jan

When I finally raised my eyes to look at her face, she smiled and said "I know what kind of shorts you wear, so I didn't think I needed to get too fussy about 'protecting' myself."

"Jan, those things aren't even close to protecting yourself. Fact is, they're a helluva lot closer to Incitement to Riot!"

She dimpled at me, and came over to give me a hug before leading me down to the blankets we'd set up.

There was a moment's hesitation, and I could almost feel her wanting me to take the lead, so I selected the left side of blanket as we looked down at it, and sat, then laid, on it, sliding my feet and legs under the 'cover' blanket. She repeated my actions on the other side, and we lay there on our sides, facing each other.

We looked into each other's eyes for several moments before she spoke: "Uncle Dan?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I love you, you know."

"Yeah, I know. And you know that I love you, too."

"I've known it for a long time; I just didn't know how much you loved me. Not the have sex kind of love, but the worry about me and want to protect me kind."

"Yup."

"Well, I just wanted you to understand that*I* understand." – and with that, she turned over onto her other side, and slid back against me. I put my arm around her, so that my hand was on her belly, but she took it and moved it up so that it was holding her breast, and held it there.

Thinking about some of the things she'd said that night, I knew that the vast majority of her growing-up fears were gone, and that she had her head on a whole lot straighter than a lot of the so-called adults that I knew. And thinking about what she'd told me after we'd laid down, I felt a sense of peace and contentment – and yes, even love – that I hadn't felt in entirely too long. With those happy thoughts and feelings, I soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to find that we hadn't moved much during the night – except that she'd gotten her butt tucked into my lap, and resting firmly on a morning hard-on. As nice as it felt having her there, I really had to get up and take a leak. As I started to disentangle myself from her, she woke up a bit, and turned her head to me to murmur,"Don't go."

"Sorry, Darlin', but your Uncle Dan really needs to visit the little boys' room."

She snickered a bit, and said "Little boy, my foot.", but let me go.

A couple minutes later, feeling much refreshed and relaxed, I rejoined her. As I put my arm around her again – this time just cupping her breast myself – she wiggled her butt back into my lap, where she could feel a new erection growing. A little more wiggling, and she had me hard enough that she was able to position herself that it rested neatly between her ass cheeks. I heard a soft "Mmmmmmmmm" and felt the nipple in my hand harden a bit as she drifted off to sleep again.

When I woke up next, I was on my back with Jan somewhat draped across me: one leg over my hips, her arm across my chest, and her head on my shoulder. I could feel the breath of her exhalations as it blew across my chest hairs. Moving carefully, I was able to get my arm around her, so that it went across her back with my hand on her hip. Lying there like that, the love I felt for her nearly burst my chest, and I couldn't help but start stroking her back and side, marveling at the smooth softness of her skin. Positioned as she was, I could smell the fragrance of the perfume she'd had me use when I washed her hair the night before – a soft, flowery scent that brought back all manner of pleasant memories.

Apparently, she'd been awake for I don't know how long, because when I tilted my head up to kiss the top of her head, she looked up at me long enough to say "Good morning, Uncle Dan."

"Good morning to you, too, Sunshine."

"It wasn't a dream, was it?", she asked, talking into my left nipple/microphone.

"What wasn't a dream?"

"Last night."

"No, it wasn't a dream. Why, did you think it was?"

"I wasn't sure – until I woke up like this, with you holding me."

"Well, I'm glad you thought it was a dream, and not a nightmare" I teased.

She looked up at me again, and said, "No, I know that you could never do anything to give me a nightmare. It's just that you make me feel so good that sometimes I'm not sure it's really happening. Like right now – I like how warm you are, and how good it feels to have your skin touching mine this way. I really like the way you feel when you're rubbing me like that on my back."

"I like it to; that's why I'm doing it. Your skin feels soft and smooth and warm, and it makes me happy to be able to touch you."

"I like you touching me, too – especially like that."

"Like what?"

"Like now. I can feel how strong your hands are, but they're not hard or rough. The way you touch me, it's soft, like you want to feel my skin, but not tickling. I know you're doing it because you like it, but it's like you're doing it so that*I* like it, too. As though you care about me, and not just you."

"Trouble, I do care about you."

"I know, that's what I mean. You're not just making YOU happy, but you're making me happy, too."

"Ahhhhhh, now I understand what you're saying. You're telling me that you love me, because I love you."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you, and I'm taking pleasure in being able to touch and caress you this way. Because I love you, I'm trying to do it in such a way that you take pleasure in it, too. Remember when I told you that love is when another person's happiness means as much to you as your own?" – a nod -

"Well, because you feel the love I have for you, and am giving you, you're loving me in return. And that makes me love you even more. Love between two people that aren't family is a rare and precious thing: when it happens just right, the two people kind of feed off of each other, like we are now – I'm touching you because it makes me happy. And because I love you, I want to touch you in a way that makes you happy, too. Because the way I touch you does make you happy, you know that I love you, and you love me, too. Because you love me too, you're happy to let me touch you, and because you're happy to let me touch you, that means that I get to touch you more, making me more happy, and so on. Get it?"

"Yeah! That's just how it feels! I hadn't thought of it that way before, but I understand what you're saying! And what you told me before about the difference between having sex and making love means a whole lot more, too."

"Congratulations. You now understand something that most people only have the vaguest idea about. There's only one problem."

"What?"

"I'm afraid that I may be spoiling you for any guy that you might meet later – knowing what you do now, I don't think you're ever going to be truly happy with someone that isn't willing to give you true, honest love in return for the love you have for them. You may end up looking for the right person – male or female doesn't matter so much as the actual love that needs to be there for you to be really happy with them – for a long time."

"Yes, Uncle Dan, I think maybe you are spoiling me for other men – I don't know about women, at least, not yet. But you're not giving yourself enough credit."

"How's that?"

"When you talk to me like this, you're also helping me have the strength and courage to wait until I meet that person, and the knowledge that such people do exist. Maybe I will have to wait a long time, but now I know it'll be worth it."

Jeez, I wished*I* had been this smart and savvy and together when I was her age! Anyway, since there really wasn't anything I could say to that, I just let it go, and we lay there a while, just enjoying each other's company.

Finally, though, we realized that we really did have to get up and clean the place up a bit before the boys got home.