Dorsai - Jan

Jan smiled at me, and said "It's okay, Uncle Dan. Someday, I'm going to want it to happen to me, too – well, maybe not ALL of it – and I hope that when it happens, the person is as good with me as you were with Kelly. And I want to thank you for all you've done for me, and for Kelly. I know she's told you what she wants to, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate you helping my very best friend, too."

That said, they both got up, and moved toward me. With Kelly holding back a bit, Jan reached me first, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips while she held my face in her hands. When the kiss broke, I could see the love in her eyes, and smiled to her, and told her "I love you, Jan." She nodded, and stood up, moving to the side a bit so Kelly could move in. Kelly, too, kissed me softly on the lips, but put her hands on my chest. When she drew back, I saw love in her eyes, as well, and she told me "Thanks for a very special first time, Dan. I'll always cherish the memories of it."

"You're welcome, Kelly. You'll always hold a special place in my heart and thoughts."

Standing, Kelly moved back, and together, they headed toward Jan's room, where I heard the door close a bit later.

Tired, and amazingly content, I lay back down, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

After my experience with Kelly, both girls were more than happy to spend time together; and particularly with me. I continued to pull Responsible Adult Figure duty for Paul when he was out of town on business trips, though now mostly for the sake of the boys, Leo and John, than for Jan.

At my suggestion, she'd started talking to Paul about some of the things that were going on in her life, at school, and so on; the result was that he'd come to learn that she had a pretty good head on her shoulders, and had a lot of maturity for her age (which, of course, I could easily have verified, if not for fear that Paul would kill me if he ever found out how I'd learned it!). With her increased freedom and responsibilities, Jan had flourished, and shown that she could handle it, and each time she did, earned herself a bit more freedom, and so on.

The trick was that Paul trusted Jan to be responsible for herself; he didn't figure she was quite up to handling her brothers, as well – no matter how well behaved they were (most of the time).

For her part, Kelly asked a couple of times if we could get together again, but I'd always begged off on the excuse of work, or other plans.

Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it, mind you, but I was determined not to do anything with Kelly that could conceivably hurt Jan.

So it was that several times, I'd be at Paul's place, with the boys involved in various nearby athletic events (usually at the park a couple blocks away), with Jan and Kelly keeping me company – usually snuggled up next to me on the couch in the den, watching a movie. With spring in full bloom, and easing it's way into summer, the girls were almost invariably dressed in shorts (or short skirts) and lightweight tops (tank tops or T-shirts). The result was that it was always easy for me to caress a smooth, firm thigh or hold a firm, braless breast. They usually had a hand inside my shirt tickling my chest hairs or just laying on a pectoral muscle, or on my thigh (and if one or both was frisky, holding or caressing my penis through my pants).

One memorable evening, we were sitting there, watching"9 1/2 Weeks"

(they usually chose the movie, a medium-to-hard 'R') when Kelly looked up at me and asked straight out if she could spend the 4th of July holiday with me – at MY place.

When she said that, Jan looked up, and asked, "Yeah, Uncle Dan! That's a good idea! Kelly's folks will be gone on a cruise for a week, and she'll be home alone. If she could stay with you a couple days, she wouldn't be so lonely at home. And I know she wants to spend some more 'private' time with you!"

Why did I get the feeling that the whole thing had been orchestrated?

After a bit of badgering, and a little negotiation, I finally capitulated, and agreed – but only after satisfied that Jan really was okay with the idea of Kelly and I being alone together. As much fun as Kelly was, Jan was my best friends daughter, and as much a daughter to me as if she'd been mine. Not in any size, way, shape, or form would I knowingly or willingly do anything to hurt her, in any way.

With that settled, the girls shared a look, and we went back to watching the movie – though the girls and I were soon molesting each other more than usual.

Between the time that Jan and Kelly ambushed me about letting Kelly stay with me during the 4th of July holidays and the time of the event, Jan reassured me several times that she was fine with it, without any questioning or prompting by me (or, to my knowledge, Kelly). She and Kelly had been best friends for nearly two thirds of their young lives, and knew each other about as well as two people could. I trusted that Jan was sincere, and knew what she was saying, but have to admit that the reassurance made me feel better.

Soon enough, it was the start of the holiday – and as agreed, Kelly turned up at my door late in the afternoon. A few months older than Jan, she already had her license, and her parents – ever willing to spend money on her, rather than time with her – had bought her a shiny new VW

Beetle for her birthday, in her choice of a bright yellow. When *I'd* asked her what she wanted for her birthday, Kelly had told me that I'd already given it to her, the afternoon we'd had together – enthusing that it had been the best present she'd gotten, ever, from anyone (which made me feel rather pleased with myself for several days).

After I'd let her in, she seemed a bit nervous, but still comfortable about the situation. I got her something to drink – a beer, at her request – and we chatted for a bit, during which time she said that she'd parked around the corner a bit, so that anyone seeing her car might think that it wasn't her car. I pointed out that it was as likely to be towed or stolen left out like that, and said that she was more than willing to park it in my driveway; or, if she was worried about getting me in trouble, in my garage. She agreed, and having had only a few sips of her beer, I was willing to let her get it, after she said she'd rather park it in the garage. So, a couple minutes later, I had the garage door open when she pulled into the driveway, and then into the garage, stopping next to my Volvo. Once the garage door closed, she seemed to calm down considerably, and after getting out of her car, planted a kiss on me that damn near curled my toes. After that, I wasn't reluctant about holding her asscheek in my hand as we went back into the main part of the house. I had a smallish (a touch under 3000 square foot) 3-bedroom, 2-bath house, with one of the bedrooms set up as a home office/lab that I used as part of my business as an independent engineer (I focused on distributed control/automation systems). Once settled back into the 'family' room, we settled down to just talk for a little while.

As intelligent as she was, and incredibly mature at 16, we got along surprisingly well, despite our nearly 30-year age difference: we'd found that we were quite comfortable sitting and talking, or – most amazingly of all – simply being together; reading, listening to music (she'd learned an appreciation of my preferred Classical music), or simply sitting there.

After a while, I offered to give a tour of the place, and she readily agreed. Starting in the room we were in, I explained all the things that I'd had done to the place. From there, to the living room area, then to the 'spare' bedroom that I'd actually furnished as a bedroom, if sparsely. Then to my home office, which seemed to impress her mightily -

"How much is all this stuff worth?", "Oh, new, it cost probably somewhere between a hundred-fifty and two hundred thousand; it's worth less now." – when she saw all the test equipment, my intranet, computers, and all the electronics. The master bedroom was next, where she saw that I lived a fairly simple lifestyle with fairly simple tastes: Queen-sized bed, simple – but high-quality – furnishings, plain designs for linens and such. Then on to the kitchen, which was equipped as expected, but laid out better than most. It was there that she finally noticed that as we'd walked through the house, lights had come on and then gone off without me touching any switches, and that the kitchen had a touch screen LCD display. Asking me about it, I explained that the house was a semi-custom design, and custom built: I'd deliberately had it constructed in such a way as to make adding a home automation and control system easy. From there, I had to explain that the house was able to detect people, and switched lights on and off as necessary, as well as monitoring the time of day, weather, and so on to minimize energy consumption; it was even able to 'remember' what my routine was, and simulate it (with minor variations) while I was gone, so as to convince a potential burglar that I was actually home. I even had to demonstrate the voice-controlled distributed audio/video and communications systems by standing in the middle of the kitchen, calling Jan on the phone, and talking to her without touching anything, and having an HBO channel display on the LCD screen in the kitchen.. She went on to ask about the house itself, and I had to tell her the story of how I'd had to fight with the designer to get permission to modify it from his original plans to something*I* could use, and then tried 3 different builders before I found an independent willing to do the quality kind of job I wanted, as opposed to the minimum-standard called 'The Code'. She even laughed when I told her how I'd walked out on one builder after he tried to slip me a contract that fell back on 'the code', rather than committing to the higher standards*I* wanted. The house had wound up costing me nearly 25% more than its 'to code' equivalent, but was fully twice the quality. When she asked about whether or not I was worried about someone coming in and stealing everything, I had to show her the basics of the security system, including the high-tech ring I wore that literally talked to one of the computers in the office and opened the door FOR me (even though I did have high-security key-operated locks for emergency backup, I'd never had to use them). She finally realized that despite the high-tech look, all of it was very livable for people, and energy-efficient, what with 12" outside walls, solar supplemented energy, and all the other features I'd designed in.