Dorsai: Jan

I thought about it for a moment, agreed, and lay down on the floor, next to her.

She leaned over me, with her male diagram in hand, and started looking me over. Truth be told, I kind of felt like a specimen in a biology class, the way she was looking and comparing. Fortunately (?), the male anatomy isn't that complicated, and it didn't take long for her to finish her exam.

Looking up at me, she asked, "Why do you look different here, at the end, than the picture?"

Checking the diagram, I explained to her that I was circumcised, and the diagram wasn't – and then had to explain what that involved. In response to her now-saucer-sized eyes, I went on to explain that when it was done, it usually happened when the boy was still a baby, and that I didn't have any memories of the event.

That seemed to placate her, and she asked me "Is it okay if I look closer?"

"You mean you want to touch, and move things around, don't you?"

She blushed a bit, and admitted "Yeah. Is it okay?"

"Yes – but be gentle. A man's testicles – yes, those! – are very sensitive to pressure. When you see a guy get hit in the crotch on one of those funny video movies, THAT is why he folds up so fast."

That said, she began touching me. I was only semi-erect, so there wasn't the problem of blowing my load all over her hand or anything, but it did make for some interesting sensations as she moved things around, touched, prodded, and so on. It was when she was weighing my balls in her hand while holding my penis that I started to really get hard – as much as I tried not to. Between her grip on my dick, holding my balls, and the feel of her tits brushing against my side and leg, it was simply too much.

She looked up at me with a questioning expression.

All I could do was tell her the truth: "Um, the way you're touching and holding me there, and the way your breasts are brushing against me, is starting to make ME feel aroused. There's nothing to worry about, though."

She got a delighted look on her face, and started deliberately rubbing her breasts against me while she softly squeezed my penis. Naturally enough, it continued to grow.

"Is this what they call an erection, Uncle Dan?"

"Um, yeah, that's what it is."

"Am I embarrassing you?"

"Well, yeah, a little."

"Why?"

"It's just that you're still a bit young, and even though getting an erection isn't something I've got a lot of control over, I still don't want to do anything scare you or make YOU embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed. I think it's kind of cute."

Just what I needed to hear about my dick – "It's cute".

She continued, "Actually, it's kind of flattering."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you told me that you thought of me as the woman I would be, and I guess this is proof that you really do think of me that way. And I guess it means that you really do think I'm sexy, too, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I suppose that you could think of it that way – as long as you understand that I have no plan or desire to actually HAVE sex with you."

"No, I wouldn't want that either – but it's still kind of fun to see it and touch it and everything. Are all men this big?"

Thanks for the ego boost, but I know better.

"No, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm actually about average – it's about 6 inches long, and a little more than a couple inches around."

"And this actually fits inside a woman?"

"Yeah, it really does – at least when I get the chance to check.

Understand that a woman stretches inside, so she can accept almost any size penis."

"You mean something like this could fit inside me?"

"Well, not right away, it couldn't; first you would have to be sexually aroused…"

"I guess!"

"And then you would have to break your hymen, so that the entire penis could get inside you. The best bet would be to put only a little of it in at a time, so that you didn't have to stretch everyplace at once, which might hurt."

"I'll bet. So what IS the easiest way for a woman to take a man the first time?"

"That would be if the man were to lay down, like I am, and let the woman be over him. She could get herself positioned right, and the let herself sit down on it slowly. Then, if she felt uncomfortable or any pain, she could stop until she was ready again. In fact, if she needed to, she could raise and lower herself several times, so that the wetness inside her helped lubricate the man's penis, just like you had to move your finger in and out several times before you could touch your hymen."

"Yeah, I can understand that."

She continued like that – gently rubbing me, holding and weighing and caressing my balls, deliberately brushing her breasts against me, for several more minutes before she was finally satisfied. When she was done, she let go of me, and looked up at be before asking, "Are you going to be okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you don't have to climax now or anything do you?"

"No, I don't have to climax or anything. Just like you get sexually aroused sometimes, without having a climax, men do to. It's just that with us, it's a bit more obvious."

"Try a lot more obvious!" she laughed.

"Anyway, it's perfectly normal for a man to get an erection without having to have sex. If it's left alone for a bit, it will go back to it's regular size, and everything will be fine."

"What does regular size mean?"

"Well, you remember when you used to give Leo and John baths? And how their penises would get small when they were wet or cold?"

"Yeah."

"It's like that, only sized different because I'm a grown man."

"Okay, I understand."

With that, she was content to sit there and watch as my erect penis slowly deflated to normal. When it was finally done, she looked at me, and smiled, and said "Thanks, Uncle Dan. I've learned a lot tonight, and I've got you to thank for it."

"I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Trouble, but it was my pleasure." – which earned me a laugh at the joke.

With that, we both got up, and put our robes on. Jan turned to me and reminded me that she owed me a hug – which I promptly accepted. I have to say that it was one of the most endearing, affectionate, and loving hugs I could remember getting in a long time. When we separated, she kissed me on the cheek, and told me "Thanks again, Uncle Dan. It's nice to know that I have somebody that will talk to me like I've actually got a brain, and will explain and show things to me when I have a question or problem."

I hugged her again, and kissed her on her forehead, telling her that she would always be special to me.

She smiled up at me, and told me goodnight before heading off to bed. I went back into the bathroom, put on my clothes, and made myself comfortable on the couch, so there would be someone there when she got up and the boys got home in the morning.

Over the next few weeks, Paul was kept pretty busy with a serious increase in business. Somehow, though, he always managed to spend time with the kids. The third week in July, we all celebrated Jan's 15th birthday. I bought her a gold friendship bracelet, with 15 diamond chips. It wasn't expensive (I'd talked it over with Paul), but after the paid-for driving lessons her dad gave her, she seemed to think it was the greatest thing she'd ever gotten. As a result, she wore it almost constantly. She told me few days later that all of her friends were jealous of it, and that several had openly wished that they had somebody to give them something like that.

Also about that time, there was an increase in the number of road trips that Paul had to make – an increase that lasted over half way through August. As a result, he and I were both hard-pressed to make sure that his kids always had somebody they could turn to if there were any problems. But we managed, and the kids seemed to understand the problem, and tried to keep the number of requests and problems to a minimum.