I hugged both of them briefly, then told them "It's up to you to decide if you like what a man's semen tastes like. And just so you know, I've heard that not all men taste the same; so if you do that with someone else, you might find that you like it more, or less."
It was Karen that asked "Really? If it's still semen, why wouldn't it taste the same?"
"For the same reason that women don't all have the same smell when they're excited. I'll bet that you've noticed that the two of you are different that way when you're excited, and it's the same way with guys. I expect it's because it's still the same basic stuff, but each person has something different about them to make it a little different."
Donna responded with "Yeah, that sounds right. Karen and I kinda smell the same, but not exactly."
I hugged them again, and answered "Yeah, I've kinda noticed that…", followed by the feel of both of them blushing slightly.
All three of us were content to lay there silently for the next few minutes — they were happy to be snuggling with me, and I was delighted to have them there. It wasn't until Karen started to run her fingers across my abdomen that the quiet was broken by her saying "Uncle Ted- your stuff — your semen is drying out."
I told her that it was okay, but she adamantly told me "No, it's not okay. After Donna was nice enough to let me do things with you, too, I'm not going to leave you messy like that!", followed by her getting out of bed and making her way into my bathroom. She reappeared a bit later with a damp washcloth, which she used to meticulously clean me of any seminal residue that she and her sister hadn't consumed. Only when she was satisfied with her efforts did she take the washcloth back into the bathroom. When she came out again, she didn't get back into bed with us; instead, she stood at the side of the bed and told us "I'm really glad I got to learn what it's like when a guy gets excited, and even what happens when he has a climax. Thanks, Uncle Ted, for letting me see that, and for that wonderful orgasm. Donna, thank you for letting me be here, and do things, too."
With that, Karen leaned over far enough to give me a kiss while ignoring the way I was playing with her butt. When she pulled back again, though, I could see that she was pleased and happy.
Donna and I both watched as Karen got dressed again, patently unconcerned about our presence.
After giving us both a smile, she left.
After she'd been gone a couple of minutes, Donna told me "Uncle Ted, it was really nice of you to let her be here like that. I know it made her so happy."
"Why would you think that you have to say that? I told you that it was okay if there was more than one of you at a time."
"I know, but Karen really wasn't sure you meant it. She's kind of in an awkward place — she isn't the oldest, so there aren't a lot of things that she gets to do first, or on her own. But she isn't the youngest, so she doesn't have that as an excuse to use for herself. She doesn't talk to me much about it, but I know that sometimes she doesn't feel like she's part of the family, or that she's somehow not quite as good as me — whatever that means. So when you said that it was up to her whether or not she sees what happens when a guy climaxes, I think she felt like you were doing something special just for her, and it made her extra happy to be here. I'm the oldest, and all three of us know that Wendy is the prettiest, and that really doesn't leave anything for Karen — and I know that bothers her sometimes. So when you're with her, it makes her feel better — inside, about herself, I mean."
I have to admit that I really hadn't thought about the relationships among all of them, or how they might feel about their "place" in the family. So hearing that from Donna made me resolve to make sure that Karen knew and understood that she was as important to me as any of them. In the mean time, I asked Donna "What about you? And Wendy?"
"I'm the oldest, so I used to get a lot of 'you should be setting an example' and 'you should be watching out for your sisters' stuff — mostly from Daddy, when he was still here. He didn't have any brothers or sisters, so he didn't understand what it was like. Mom was the younger sister, but she seemed to know what it was like for me, anyway, so she didn't say stuff like that. I know you don't have any brothers or sisters, either, Uncle Ted, but you don't say things like that, either, and I like that. You're nice to all of us the same way, and none of us thinks that you like one of us more than the others, and that's good, too. I used to think that it was so unfair that Mom and Daddy used to make me look after Karen and Wendy, and then treat me like I was a baby; but after you talked to me about you and all of us being together, and explained why you were talking to ME first, I finally understood that Mom and Daddy were treating me the way I acted. I was kinda-sorta starting to understand before you got here, but when you talked to me, that's when I could see how I looked to someone else. It used to be that I'd do the stuff Mom told me just so I wouldn't have to listen to her if I didn't do it; but now I know that when I do it, I'm actually helping her — and that's nice. Sometimes, Wendy and Karen act like I'm being the oldest on purpose, as if I got to choose when I was born. But then they see how often I have to do something that I don't want to because I'm oldest, and they're okay with it again."
She was silent for a bit, then told me "Wendy… she's the youngest, and she knows it. Sometimes she tries to get away with doing something because of that, and how pretty she is, but not so much any more. I know she wishes she was older, so she'd have bigger tits and more hair, like Karen and me, but she doesn't make herself crazy with it. She knows she's just starting to grow, and that she doesn't really know anything yet — that's why she brought the book with her when we came down here. When you play with her boob like you with me and Karen, it makes her feel so much better about how much she DOES have. She's still a little scared about all the stuff that's happening — you know, her body changing and all that; and that's part of why she hasn't come to you like Karen and I do. I think if she did, you could make her feel better, just by talking to her; she just loves you and trusts you that much. If she let you touch her a little bit, I'll bet that would help her understand that the feelings and everything she's starting to have are okay. Since we had that talk, you know, just you and me, I've tried to remember that she probably feels like she gets left out of a lot of stuff because she's the youngest, and see if she wants to be part of whatever I'm doing, more. That's why I asked Wendy if she wanted to be here, too."
After filing a mental reminder to have a special time with Wendy, too, I started caressing Donna's side, being careful not to tickle her. She released a contented sigh before draping her leg across me — leaving her soft bush pressing against my hip. The two of us lay like that for several minutes, happy to just be next to each other.
I was on the verge of falling asleep when I heard Donna ask me "Uncle Ted? If I asked you some questions, would you answer them? And tell me the truth, and not just part of it, or some story to make me feel better?"
Surprised by the question, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before I answered "Yes, dear, I'd answer them. And yes, I'd tell you the truth — all of it. I've never lied to you, and I never will.
If there's something I don't want to answer, I'll say that, not just tell you something to make you be quiet or go away."
After a moment's silence, she asked me "How long are you going to be here with us?"
"I don't know, sweetheart. All I can tell you is that I don't have any plans to move, and I like being here with you girls and your mom enough that I don't want to move. But I can't say how long because I honestly don't know what might happen. Sorry."
She digested that for a bit, then told me "I guess that's okay. I know you can't promise about anything you're not in charge of, and the other part is good."
The next thing she asked me stunned me — "If… if I wanted to — I don't, but if I did — would you… would it be okay if I wanted you to be the one I gave my virginity to?"
I really had to think that one over for a while before I could answer "IF you showed me that you understood what you were doing, and IF you could prove to me that you were really ready, and IF we could be sure that I wouldn't get you pregnant or hurt you, then I think it would be okay -
at least with me. But that's something a lot more serious that us just making each other feel good, and you and your sisters learning about guys and sex stuff; I expect you mom would have something to say about it."
Several seconds passed, and I heard Donna ask "Do you think Mom is pretty? Do you like her?"
That one I could answer right away, and did. "I think your mom is very pretty, and I like her a lot. Why?"
"I just wondered. We never see you and her kiss, or anything — unless it was after you took her out on her birthday, and you were behind the tree in the yard, where we couldn't see you.", she told me, then blushing furiously when she realized she'd said that she and at least one of her sisters had been watching us, as Teresa had said.
"Just because you and your sisters don't see us kissing doesn't mean that it doesn't happen", I informed her. "If you're watching us like that, you think we might even be waiting until none of you is around because we don't want you seeing us?", I asked, prompting her to blush again.
It was nearly a full minute until she wanted to know "Do you think you and Mom might get married?"
I had to think about that one for a moment before I answered "I suppose that we might, but I don't know that either one of us is looking for it to happen."
"Why not?"
"Honey, I think you know that it wasn't easy for your mom when your dad left. And I know you understand that it wasn't easy or fun for me when I got divorced. Your mom and me… we've both had a bad experience about being married, and worse ones about how our marriages ended.
I don't know if you can really understand that after what your mom and I have been through, it takes a little while before we're ready to start thinking about maybe trying it again, even if it would be with someone else that we like. I think your mom and me… we're happy with how things are, right now. We like each other, we're friends, we can talk to each other about almost anything, we understand each other… there is a lot of good things happening with us, and I don't know that we're ready to take the chance of giving up the good stuff we have for something that we aren't sure — right now, anyway — would be any better, and might turn out to be as bad as what already happened to us. Your mom might think something else about it, but it isn't something she and I have talked about; I think it's just something that both of us understand, without having to say anything. Things might change so that we did start maybe wanting it to happen, but I can't say."
She considered that in silence for a while; the next thing she wanted to know was "Uncle Ted, do you want to do stuff with me and Karen and Wendy? More than we already have, even?"
I wasn't happy that she'd asked the question, but I'd told her that I'd answer her questions and tell her the truth; so after thinking a moment about how and what I wanted to say, I answered "That's a tough question for me to answer, honey, because I have to try to explain some things."
I moved my head to look at her, and saw that she was patiently waiting for me to continue. I did, by saying "Something that I have to explain is that there is a part of people that is kind of left over from before we were actually human beings — it goes all the way back to when we were still animals, even. What it is, is different for women and men, too. You know how you feel when you get close to a baby?" I felt her nod, and continued "That's part of it, for women. It's something that's buried so deep in your brains, and what makes you human, that it takes something really, really big to change it. The next time you're around a baby, if you'll try to see if you can feel any different about it, I think you'll understand just how much a part of you something like that is. That's not the only thing, of course — there are a whole BUNCH of things like that that are just part of being a female human being; you couldn't change them any more than you could grow feathers, instead of hair."
Taking a breath, I went on "There are things like that about being a guy, too. Depending on the guy, those things might show up in different ways, but still be trying to make us do something left over from when we were animals, or even cavemen. One of them is that there's just something in us that makes us want to be with different women; kind of like the way you see one male deer that has a bunch of females — it's just Nature telling us to try and make sure we don't run out of people. But because we aren't animals or cavemen any more, most men try to put that part away, and be married to just one woman. Something else that's in a guy's brain is for him to want to make babies with younger females — they're probably healthier, and able to take care of babies better. Since I got here, that part of my brain has kind of woken up, and sometimes I think about how nice it would be to do sex things with you and your sisters. But because I'm not a caveman, I can choose whether or not to listen to that part of my brain."
I felt her nod again before I continued "Because you and your sisters ARE growing boobs and all that, there's a little part of me that wants to have sex with you — that old caveman part of my brain sees you and your sisters, and thinks of you as young females that could make babies, and wants that to happen. But the part of me that isn't a caveman knows that you aren't actually old enough yet — even though you could make a baby if you had sex while you were having your period, it wouldn't be a good idea if that actually happened. So what I've been doing with the three of you has been kind of like I've been letting the caveman out, but only a little bit, so that the civilized part of my brain can make sure nothing bad happens. So the only way I can answer your question is to tell you 'sort of' — there's a small part of me that wants to have sex with you and try to make lots of babies; then there's the way bigger part that loves you, and doesn't want you to be hurt, and all that. That old caveman part of my brain sees how young and pretty and everything that you and your sisters are, and wants to do things with you. Then there's the new civilized part of my brain that knows that what the caveman part wants isn't good for you, and because the civilized part is bigger, it's able to keep the caveman part from hurting you. When you and your sisters come to me, then what you're doing is telling the new part of my brain that it's okay to let the OLD part out a little bit — which makes the old part of my brain happy, without making the new part UNhappy. You understand what I'm saying?"
I was pleased when, several seconds later, she told me "Yeah, I do. What you said, it made me understand something about ME. Sometimes, when I see a really cute guy, or one with lots of muscles, I feel like I want to have babies with him. That part you said about the male deer made me remember a science program I saw one time, and they said that the female deer were looking for a male that would make good, strong babies — and I realized that when I see a guy that I feel like I want to have a baby with, I'm doing the same thing the female deer is. Except that I never understood why I would feel like that, when I'm not a deer; but when you told me that there's parts of our brains that are left over from being cavemen, and even animals, then I knew what was happening, and why. I know that I can't stop feeling the way I do when that happens, so there's nothing for me to be upset about when it happens for you. And I know that the civilized part of your brain is in charge, because you have never ever done or said anything to hurt me that way. I guess if I want to do things with you, then I'm letting out the cave woman that's in MY brain so she can make the caveman in your brain happy — and that's okay, because the new parts of our brains are still in charge."
I have to confess to feeling considerable relief when she was done; I'd been half-afraid that simply hearing that I desired her and her sisters would be ALL that she'd notice, and not the rest of it. But she'd listened to everything I'd said, and used her own experience and learning to understand what was going on — and found it acceptable.
After another couple of minutes had gone by, Donna told me "Uncle Ted… if you wanted to…
you know, sometimes… it would be okay with me if you… if you wanted to let your caveman out first, a little bit. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, or want to do anything more than I wanted you to — and it would make me feel like you really do like for us to do things with each other. I think Karen might like it, too… and maybe even Wendy."
Hearing that from her brought joy to my heart, for a couple of reasons. First, it told me that she really was okay with the idea that I found her physically attractive, if she was willing to let me be the one to initiate intimacy between us. Second, there had been times when I'd wanted to be the one to put my hand on one of their breasts, or even get them naked and have the pleasure of enjoying the feel of their young bodies while bringing them pleasure. Now, with her words, Donna was telling me that she would actually like for me to such things — at least, with her, and probably with Karen, as well. The idea that even beautiful Wendy might be agreeable left me speechless for several seconds, before I got my wits together enough to answer "I'd like that, sweetheart. Not all the time, or anything like that… but sometimes."
I went off into a fantasy about having Karen on my lap, and slowly teasing her into letting me bring her to an orgasm — only to have it stop suddenly with the realization that I had the delectable bundle of Donna right there in bed with me… and that she'd already expressed a desire for us to become more intimate. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to take the initiative in our relationship for a little while.
A couple of soft nudges of her hip with my hand got Donna to roll over onto her back; I quickly got on my side, and propped my body up with my elbow so that I could look down at her. Her lovely green eyes looked up at me with trust and confidence, and I happily lowered my head to kiss her. Her return kiss was eager and loving, and the two of us continued to exchange a number of kisses that grew in affection and desire. Our tongues were a couple of snakes wrestling in each others mouths when I put my hand on my niece's stomach — the softly dragged my fingertips in lazy circles on her abdomen and across the upper slopes of her breasts before finally spiralling in to cup her young mammary in my hand. As I gently squeezed its firm mass, I used my thumb to circle and tease her areola and nipple — and felt as both responded to my touch.
While Donna and I continued to exchange kisses and duel tongues, I delighted in moving my hand from one of her girlish orbs to the other, and back again, delicately caressing their smooth surface and patiently bringing the peaks of both to stand proud from their surroundings.
Having accomplished that, I began kissing my niece places other than her soft, pink lips: her eyes, her cheeks, the tip of her nose… and then expanding my efforts to include the lobes of her ears, her neck and throat, and her slender shoulders — followed by tenderly kissing her flawless skin, and "biting" at it with my lips as I traced a circuitous and indirect path that ended only when I fastened my lips on the protrusion of one of her areolas, and its nipple. Softly sucking on it as I twirled her rubbery nipple with my tongue, I heard her release a soft moan of pleasure and passion.