Dorsai - Jan

Once settled, she told me "Thanks, Uncle Dan. That's a really nice way to start the morning!"

"It sure as hell is – if it doesn't kill me first!"

She almost literally purred into my back as she said "No, I'm not going to kill you. You're too much fun alive."

"Yeah, but have you ever heard the phrase 'killing with kindness'? I'm starting to worry if that's not what you're doing to me!"

She giggled a bit, and replied "No, if there's any kindness, it's you showing it to ME. You've been an absolute dear since I got here, and I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, well, I kinda enjoyed it, too, you know."

"Oh, I know! As nice as it is laying here with you, I'm starting to feel kind of, um, squishy. I want to take a shower, but I don't want to get up, either."

"I'm feeling kind of the same way – kind of sticky, but not wanting to break this up, either."

"Uh, I told Mabel not to start your coffee a little while ago; you were still asleep, and I didn't think you would mind."

"That's fine, dear, I appreciate your thoughtfulness." I paused a moment, then said"Mabel!"

"Sir?"

"Start the coffee, please."

"Yes, sir. The coffee is on, and should be ready in about 5 minutes."

"Thank you. That's all.", I said, ending the command mode.

That out of the way, I eased away from Jan a bit, and turned over, so that we were facing each other. Raising a hand, I softly touched her face, tracing the outlines of her eyes and nose and lips with a fingertip before laying my hand on her cheek. She nodded a bit when I did, seeming to enjoy my touch.

Looking into her eyes, I told her "Jan, I know that you enjoyed what we've done since you got here yesterday; but what I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed it, too. Not just the making love, but having the time with you. I really am honored that you would choose me to be the first man to make love with you; I have to admit that I was more than a little afraid that I would do something wrong, and mess it up for you. I'm relieved that I didn't, and that you seem to have enjoyed it as much as you have. I'm yours for the rest of the week, if you want me; but after that, I think we need to give some serious thought to whether or not we want what we have to continue."

I could see her eyes start to tear up, and quickly continued "It's not that I don't love you, or anything of the sort. It's just that you're my best friends daughter, and if we continue this too long, it's likely to upset or hurt him, and I don't think either of us wants that. I love you very much – as Jan, not a lover, though that part of it is nice, too. I told you before, what I feel for you is more like what I would feel if you were my daughter; it's that kind of feeling that made it difficult for me to accept the idea of actually making love with you. You're most definitely attractive, and sexy, and affectionate, and loving, and everything any guy with two brain cells to rub together would want.

Hell, even*I* would be happy to have someone like you as a girlfriend, wife, lover, or simply in my home – IF it wasn't for the fact that you're my best friends daughter, and as close to me as you are. If you were someone I'd met at a party or something, I'd have been happy to jump your bones the first time you batted your pretty eyes at me, and probably invited you to move in for a while. But you're NOT."

She blinked back her tears, and nodded her understanding as I finished up by saying "Jan, you're a dear. I love you, and always will. This time we have together is always going to stay with me, and I'll remember it with love and fondness even when I'm too old to do anything else. But*your* life is just starting, and you've got a great many years ahead of you, and plenty of time to find the special someone that you want to share those years with. As nice and everything as you think I am, I promise you, there's someone your age out there that you'll think is just as nice. And with him, you'll be able to share your love in full measure, for as long as you want."

Her eyes mostly dry now, she answered me by saying "I understand what you're saying, Uncle Dan. I knew we couldn't be, uh, intimate like this for long; and I know that what you and I have is so much different that what you and Kelly have. In my brain, I know what you're saying is true; it's just my heart that is giving me trouble. But you've taught me too much for me to be happy right now with the idea of spending time with anyone but you."

"Jan, it's okay. Like I said, we've still got the rest of this week, at least. And I didn't say that we couldn't have any more time together, only that we didn't take it too far for too long. If you want to come back over here every now and then, I'd be delighted to see you, whether we made love or not; you really are nice to have around for all kinds of reasons. Understand: I'm not kicking you out, or telling you we can't see each other; I'm just trying to make sure that you do get out and try to experience more of the world than you would if you stayed with me."

"Okay, I can accept that – as long as you promise that you're part of that world that I get to see more than once."

I laughed, and said "If I wasn't, I'd be disappointed."

Satisfied, we just lay there until Mabel announced that the coffee was done, and gave us the weather and time.

With that, Jan got up and left the bedroom. She apparently went to the kitchen, because she had a cup of hot coffee for me when she got back.

Setting it on the nightstand next to me, she went around and got back into bed next to me as I sat up. I held here there as she cuddled up next to me, and sipped at my coffee until it finally cleared enough cobwebs that I was able to get motivated about the idea of a shower.

When my coffee was gone, I suggested that we go in and take a shower; she quickly agreed, and off we went for a quick (okay, half hour) shower. Once dried off and dressed, we headed back into the kitchen, me for more coffee, and Jan for some tea – and to make both of us breakfast.

When breakfast was done, we spent the rest of the day just lazing about, listening to music, watching a (very) little TV, talking, and so on. As evening approached, Jan got it into her head that she wanted to watch some of the more 'adult' programs on cable. Since I didn't subscribe to anything hardcore, she had to settle for some pretty hard 'R' ratings, from the program listings, on the premium movie channels. Once settled on what she wanted to watch, she further decided that she wanted both of us nude, and to sit on my lap. Naturally enough, I agreed.

When she'd said 'sit on my lap', she'd meant sit on my lap: I'd parked myself in one of the large chairs facing the TV, my feet up on a footstool; when she was ready, she'd seated herself on my lap, her legs on each side of mine, tucked under her, and leaned back against me, pulling my arms around her to rest on her lower belly. From there, she wiggled her cute butt a bit to get herself settled in. When she finally came to rest, my engorged penis was firmly pressing against her mons, her fine, soft pubic hair caressing/tickling me in a most interesting and pleasant way.

As the movies went on, I went from having my penis simply engorged with blood to semi-erect. When that happened, Jan, of course, could feel it, and would make very small hunching movements with her pelvis, softly rubbing herself against me. I could tell that the movies were affecting her, too: there was more than a trace of wetness being spread by her motions, and when I looked down at her breasts (fairly often:-), I could see that her nipples were always at least a little erect.

As the evening went on, and the movies got more explicit and 'active', so did Jan and I. Halfway through the second movie, the movie, Jan's actions, and the situation conspired to bring me to nearly a full erection. When she felt the increased pressure, Jan looked down and saw what was happening. With hardly any delay, she raised herself a bit, and after running the head of my penis between her labia to wet it with her juices, positioned it at her entrance, and sat down again, taking me into her. That done, Jan began a conscious effort to keep us both stimulated – squeezing her vaginal muscles around me, slowly hunching herself so as to slide me – ever so slightly – in and out of her.