Dorsai - Jan

Still, I was spending nearly as much time at Paul's place as I was my own – sometimes 4 or 5 days in a row, usually over weekends. And each time I was there, Jan seemed to find some way or excuse to show herself off to me: wearing a too-large T-shirt and leaning over to tell me something, so that I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra; making sure that I 'caught' her as she went from the bathroom to her bedroom after a shower when she wasn't wearing her robe; wearing a short skirt one evening while we were all watching TV, and curling her leg under herself so that I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Each time, she'd look me right in the eye while she did it, and all I would do was smile at her, and give her a wink in recognition.

The most memorable, though, was when she called out to me from the bathroom, claiming that she didn't have a towel – and would I bring her one? I pretty much expected to get a view, but not to the degree that I did: after knocking on the bathroom door, and told to enter, I started to leave the towel where she could easily see it. Instead, she calmly got out of the shower, buck naked, right there in front of me. Smiling at me, she raised her arms over her head and got up on her toes, and did a slow pirouette for me, letting me have a good look at everything she had: smooth skin, nicely curved hips, firm bust, taut belly, and a tight little ass. She smiled even more when she saw my involuntary response in my bulging jeans. I left the towel on the counter, and tried to make my escape, but she had other plans – grabbing me around my waist and giving me a hug, while pressing her breasts into my chest and her pelvis into my erection. As much as I wanted more, I controlled myself, and simply hugged her in return, and rubbed my hands up and down her back, from shoulders to waist – careful to stay away from anything too intimate.

When she finally let me go, she looked up at me with a strange look on her face, and simply said "Thanks, Uncle Dan." I wasn't quite sure if she was thanking me for the towel, the hug, or rubbing her back – and was too chicken to find out.

It was also during these trips that I finally realized that I had an idea of where she was in her sex education by the questions that she would ask me when we were alone. She never asked anything overtly sexual, thankfully, but from the questions she did ask, and how often she asked them, I could tell that she was still learning about things, but not being fanatical about it. Apparently, she was taking it easy in what she was looking up, and trying to make sure she understood something before moving on to a different topic.

Fortunately, the end of August saw things slow down for Paul, so that he finally had the opportunity to spend some real time with the kids, and get them ready for the start of school. I was careful to stay away for a while, so that I didn't intrude or interfere with his time with them.

With the start of school, things quickly settle back into a routine that we were all familiar with.

A couple of weeks into the school year, Jan announced that she wanted to take part in a science project that several of the other kids were participating in. Paul and I were both mildly surprised at this, since she'd never shown any interest in such things before, but he readily agreed to her request.

Over the next week or so, more and more details of the project became available, and it quickly became obvious that she was going to need some fairly hefty (for a 10th grader) technical information and resources.

Paul was about as un-technical as they come, and it didn't take long for me to become the semi-resident science and technology guru for her. She was spending a lot of her own time doing research and performing some of the tests and experiments that were needed, but it was also necessary for me to spend a considerable amount of time with her, explaining things, and just generally making sure she didn't blow herself up or get electrocuted or anything.

It was during these times, while we were waiting for something to happen, that she would continue talking to me about some of the things that she'd learned in her sex ed studies, and ask the occasional question, or even tell me about some of the things that she was doing and feeling. More than once, I found myself starting to sprout an erection at some of what she was saying, but I was always careful not to be obvious about it, or make any kind of big deal about it. I simply continued talking to her as though she really did have a brain, and as though she were as grown up as she thought she was.

Finally, as Thanksgiving approached, we had done as much as we could on the science project – all that was left was for her to do her analysis of what she'd worked on, and write a report on the whole process. Not a trivial task, of course, but nothing overwhelming, either.

It was the first week of November when Paul got the word that he absolutely, positively had to go on a road trip that would last a full week, as well as both weekends around it. He was to leave late one Friday evening of the second week of November, and return a week after the following Monday. He was most definitely unhappy at the idea, as were the kids, but they all knew that not liking it wasn't going to change anything. So, Paul and I got together with the kids, and figured out what we were going to do, and how to get it done. Since the kids schedule was pretty well set by their school, it didn't take all that long before the what-to-do part was settled. Surprisingly, it didn't take much longer for us to work out the 'how' part of it. A few phone calls to get transportation help at a few points, and it was settled: I'd spend the whole time at Paul's place. During the school week, I'd drop the kids off at school, and collect them after. I'd handle some of the transportation duties, but the kids would get most of their rides from the parents of other kids that were involved – except on weekends, when I would have the whole job. No special events like sleepovers or parties were planned, and thus excluded until after Paul got back. If a special event came up, and there was time, Paul would make the decision; otherwise, what*I* said was law, with no argument or complaining.

Since we all pretty much knew what the routine was from prior experience, there really weren't any problems expected – but Paul and I figured that it couldn't hurt to make sure the kids understood exactly who was in charge, and when.

When the fateful day came, it was decided that the kids could all go to the airport to see Paul off – even though he was leaving a bit late, we figured the kids could sleep late the next day (Saturday) to make up for it. As usual, Paul promised to call them each night – a promise that he never failed to keep, always calling about 7:30 so that he got them between supper and bedtime. We all watched as Paul finally got his flight, and even hung around long enough to watch the plane take off. I have to say, it was a quiet bunch that rode back with me in Paul's minivan. By the time we got home, Jan was the only one awake, and she helped get the boys to bed: I carried Leo, and she carried John. We each stripped them down to their underwear, put them under the covers, and left them to sleep it off, as it were.

Jan was looking a bit sad and apprehensive, so I asked her if she wanted to stay up for a bit with me before going to bed, and she readily agreed. She watched as I made each of us a Coke, and added a splash of rum to mine. She asked if she could have some too, and I figured that a little bit might help her relax and get to sleep. I wasn't worried about giving her alcohol, since I knew that Paul let her have a little wine on every so often when they went out to dinner. I added a much smaller amount to her Coke, and we went into the den, again each sitting at opposite ends of their large couch.