I just had to smile at hearing what she thought of it, but managed not to actually laugh. I was still paying attention as Karen said "I was glad to hear you tell me that I could come to visit or talk to you any time. Yeah, Donna told us you said it was okay for us to come down here, and all that, but I really wasn't sure. It isn't anything you've said or done, Uncle Ted, it's just me — I have a hard time believing that it's okay for me to do things, sometimes. And the bigger and more important it is to me, the tougher it is… and… and except for Mom, you're the most important and specialest thing in my life, ever. I didn't think you'd get mad at me, or be upset, or anything like that; I just didn't want to, you know, bother you. I'm so used to people paying attention to Donna or Wendy that sometimes it feels like if I want or need something, I'd be getting in the way of the person taking care of one of them. But when you told me, yourself, that you love me, and that you'd like it if I was with you… that made it okay, because you've never lied to me about anything, so if you tell me that you like it when I'm with you, then I know you're telling the truth; and that if you say it's okay for me to come and visit, I know that it really is. And talking to you like this… it feels good, knowing that you aren't going to get upset with me, and that you understand, at least a little bit, what it's like for me, being in the middle."
After taking a deep breath, she continued by telling me "I think maybe I'm as pretty as Donna"
— "Not 'maybe'… you are." I informed her — "even though my tits aren't as big as hers, and I don't have as much hair as she does, yet. But I see how much difference there is between me and Wendy, and I know it'll be okay when I'm grown up. Donna has started talking to me more about the stuff she learns, and what she's thinking and feeling and everything, and that's nice. But it's when I'm with you that I feel the best inside — you know, happy and everything; because when it's you and me, I know I don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed for not knowing things; or for the different things I feel in my heart, and my body. And the way that you pay attention to me when we're together feels so good, and nice, because you only talk to me about me, and not Donna or Wendy. When we do things together, you know, touching and everything… you're always so patient and gentle with me; I know you do it because you love me, and want to make me happy, and you're always so careful not to do anything to hurt me, or make me afraid. I'm always so happy when you include me in stuff — or at least let me know that it's okay if I want to do it, too. Like last weekend, when you said it was okay for me to stay and see what happened when you squirted your juice; I thought I just wanted to see what it was like when a guy's penis gets hard, but once we got started, I realized that I wanted to see that part, too. I don't think that Donna would have told me to leave, but when you invited me to stay, then it made me feel like I was doing something special, too, like Donna was. I knew it wasn't going to be as much, but I didn't want it to be — that little bit extra was fine."
I kissed the top of her head, and when she raised it to look at me, I could see the smile on her face that let me know she liked what I'd done. After she put her head back down, she told me
"That's something else that you do that tells me how much you love me, and that I'm important to you — the way you give me kisses like you just did, and pat me on the butt, and things like that."
She paused for a moment, then said "Sometimes, it would be nice if you did other stuff, too. I know you don't want to push me to do anything, and I like that; but if you wanted to do other things like we've already done, then it would be okay if you went first. I didn't say anything about it to you before because I didn't want to feel like I was bothering you; but since you told me it's okay to talk to you, and tell you things, and all that… well, I just want you to know it's okay with me if you wanted to do something like put your hand on my boob, instead of waiting for ME to put it there for you. I know you aren't going to hurt me, or start just… grabbing at me all the time, so it's okay. Like I told you, it's nice sitting next to you, 'cause you make me feel warm and happy; and if you're the one to touch me first, then I know that you're happy I'm there, and that you haven't forgotten about me."
I waited a bit, but it didn't seem that there was anything else she wanted to say. I gave her a gentle hug, and asked "Are you feeling better now, honey?"
"Yeah — lots better, Uncle Ted."
I reached down to give her little tush a soft pat before I told her "I'm glad, dear. I love you, and it makes me feel good when you do."
We stayed like that for a few more minutes before she told me "I think I'm ready to go to sleep now, Uncle Ted. It's nice having you hold me like this, but I'm starting to feel sleepy, now."
After giving her another hug, I answered "Of course, dear.", and released her from my arms. She eased herself off of me, then moved to lay on her side — and looked back at me expectantly.
Smiling, I rolled over and got myself spooned against her again — including putting my arm around her and holding her breast in my hand. She put her hand on top of mine, and told me "I love you, Uncle Ted, and it feels nice to be here like this with you."
I raised up enough to tilt my head far enough to nibble on her ear a little bit, causing her to giggle and scrunch her shoulder, before softly telling her "I love you, too, sweetheart; and I like being able to hold you."
Once my head was back on my pillow, I heard her release a happy sigh. Some time later, both of us were asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, it was to discover that I had a full-fledged erection — and that it was neatly tucked along the crack of Karen's warm, firm ass. I couldn't tell if she was still asleep or not, so I started trying to carefully get my arm from around her so that I could move away from her a little. When I got my hand off her breast and out of her gentle grip, I wasn't prepared when I heard her tell me "It's okay, Uncle Ted — you can leave your hand there if you want."
"I know, honey, but I have to move a little bit."
I could hear the humor in her voice when she asked "Why? Because your erection is on my butt?"
"Well, yeah…"
I heard her soft laugh before she told me "I don't mind, Uncle Ted. I know you aren't going to do anything to me, and it actually feels kinda nice. You don't have to move because of me."
From what she'd said, and the tone of her voice, I got the distinct impression that she actually liked having my hard cock resting against her ass — and would be disappointed if I moved away from her. Well, she'd said it was okay, and it did feel good holding her…
I kissed her shoulder, and eased my hand back under hers so that I could cup her breast again. As we lay there, I heard her tell me "I woke up a couple of times last night, I guess because I'm not used to sharing a bed with anybody; but as soon as I knew it was you holding me, it was okay — I felt warm and safe with you like this, and I fell asleep again real easy."
"I'm glad you felt that way, sweetheart. I liked it, too."
"Except when you found out your penis was hard, and on my butt!", she teased.
"I'll have you know that I liked that, too, young lady. I just wanted to move a little bit, was all."
She just laughed again before answering "Okay, Uncle Ted.", her tone letting me know that she didn't believe that excuse any more than she would anything else I came up with.
Eventually, slowly, my cock returned to its normal flaccid state — despite Karen's occasionally wriggling her ass against it. To my own amusement, I found that I was both relieved, and disappointed.
A bit later, Karen told me "I think it's close to time for breakfast, so we should probably get up."
"Yeah, I suppose so…", I agreed, followed by her soft laugh at my feigned reluctance. She scooted away from me, then stood up next to the bed, before telling me "Come on, Uncle Ted.
You'll feel better after a shower, and when you have some coffee in you."
I looked at her, not entirely sure that I was understanding what she was getting at. After a moment, I finally just asked outright "Are you saying you want to take a shower with me?"
The look I got from her let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I was being particularly dense as she answered "Of course I am. Unless you don't want me to…", the last part with a tone that made it clear she knew better.
Smiling, I told her "Okay… for you, I'll get out of bed.", drawing another small laugh from her.
A few moments later, I was standing next to her; she calmly took me by the hand and led the way into the bathroom, then got the water started in the shower — ignoring the way my hands were playing with her cute ass. Once both of us were inside, she was meticulous about getting me clean, and amused by how thorough I was in tending to her. Both of us had rinsed off when she surprised me by taking hold of my cock — and began to stroke it. My conscience demanded that I ask "Are you sure you want to do that, Karen?"
She just looked up at me, and answered "Yeah, I'm sure.", before focusing on what she was doing to me again. Figuring that there were worse ways to start the day than by getting a hand job from a cute little teenybopper, I didn't say anything else — I just reached out and began playing with her breasts. Between the water-slippery feel of her firm mammaries, and the way she was stimulating me with her hands, it didn't take long at all before I was fully erect. When I was, she damn near stunned me by leaning over far enough to take the head of my erection between her lips as she continued stroking me. My first coherent thought was that my morning was getting off to an even better start than I'd first thought. Immediately after that, I realized that Karen had taken even more of me into her mouth, and was rubbing a VERY limber tongue along the bottom of my penis, and using the tip of it on the sensitive area right behind the head. As good as she was, I had to figure that she'd heard at least some of the details of what had happened between Donna and me — but that was something I'd have to think about later; just then, Karen had added some gentle suction to the mix, and I could feel myself moving right along toward blowing my load.
My first reflex was to try and fight it — to see if I couldn't hold out a little longer. Then I realized that she wouldn't be there, plainly doing her damnedest to get me off, if she didn't want me to do just that: get off. With that, I gave myself over to the pleasure she was giving me, and felt myself moving even faster and closer to emptying myself in her greedy, but oh-so-warm-and-talented mouth. It couldn't have been more than a couple more minutes before I had to warn her "Karen!
I'm going to do it!"
Her sole reaction to my warning was to pull her head back so that only the end of my cock was between her lips; she continued suck on me as she slid her hand up and down my length. A few seconds more, and I was sure that the first shot of my cum would take the back of her head off. It didn't, and she continued her efforts as I made every effort to fill her mouth with my jism -
failing to do so only because the supply was less than the desire to give it to her.
When no more of my semen was forthcoming, she used her lips to milk the last couple of drops from me before swallowing what she'd collected. Standing up again, she gave me a self-satisfied smile before turning around and rinsing her mouth out with water from the shower. That accomplished, she faced me again, and reached out to make sure the water running off my body washed away any residue from what she'd done. Though not entirely steady on my feet, I managed to reach around her and get the shower turned off; she opened the door, and led the way out — then had me stand while she dried me off. When she was done, she simply handed me the towel, and I did the same for her… though I'll confess to gently molesting her a little bit in the process. After I'd hung the towel to dry, I asked "What prompted that?"
She just gave me a pleased smile before saying "I just wanted to do something special for you.
You've been so nice and everything about helping all of us that I figured it was time somebody did something to help you."
"Well, you didn't have to do that" — "I know! I wanted to…" — "but it felt really good. Thank you."
Pleased that she'd made me feel good, Karen took me by the hand again, and led the way in to where we'd left our clothes the night before. Both of us got dressed, and I got to watch her ass move as she led the way upstairs. When we got there, I saw that we were just in time — Teresa was putting the last of the food on the table as we walked in. She just looked at the two of us and said "Perfect timing!" before taking her seat. Karen and I followed her example, paying no attention to the looks that we were getting from Donna and Wendy. A couple of minutes later, I glanced at each of them from the corner of my eye, to see what they thought about the fairly obvious fact that Karen had spent the night with me. Donna looked pleased, and Wendy seemed more surprised than anything else… neither of them showed any sign of jealousy or any other negative reaction. A look at Teresa was sufficient to let me know that she wasn't concerned about it in the slightest — Karen was plainly too happy for there to be anything wrong; that made everything else irrelevant.
Other than the entrance by me and Karen, the rest of breakfast went as usual, with plenty of happy chatter to accompany the good food. After my shower experience, I didn't need my morning coffee anywhere near as much.
Over the course of the next several weeks, I carefully began to make the changes the girls indicated that they'd like to see. If Karen or Donna were snuggled next to me, I was perfectly willing to put my hand on her breast if it would be comfortable, for example.
Shortly after my night with Karen, I got Wendy to spend an afternoon on my lap, just the two of us; while she was there, I let her know much the same things I'd said to her sisters, and got a pretty good idea of where SHE was in her mind about things. Though she was a bit shy at first, she wasn't nervous or afraid as I made it clear to her that I found her as attractive as her older sisters — and that I could help her with the emotions and physical sensations and feelings that she was having. She wasn't quite old enough to experience an orgasm, but I was able to help her learn that the "funny feelings" she sometimes got could be resolved to her satisfaction. By the time she left, she was feeling appreciably better — in more ways than one.
All three of them were initially still a little hesitant about coming down to visit with me, but when I unfailingly welcomed them, the visits became more and more frequent. There were times when one of them would already be there when another came down; I left it up to them to work things out; they came up with using the door at the bottom of the stairs as a signal as to whether whoever was with me needed/wanted our time to be private — if the door was open, additional company was welcome; if not, then not. I think it worked because all of them were meticulous about not abusing it.
There were a few times when I had all three of them for company — and in varying states of (un)dress, such as Wendy naked on my lap on the couch, with Donna topless and tucked into my side, while a fully-dressed Karen held station in my recliner. On that occasion, Teresa came down to see if I knew where the girls had gotten off to; when she saw that they were with me and perfectly safe, she just gave me a smile before heading back upstairs. Neither Wendy nor Donna paid her any more notice than giving her a token greeting before returning their attention to the cheesy Sunday afternoon movie we'd been watching.
All three of them got to spend entire evenings alone with me, and Donna and Karen both spent the night with me a few times. Karen didn't repeat her shower wake up call efforts, but when we were in bed, she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to get my cock to some state of hardness (preferably completely) and get it wedged against her ass as we spooned. Donna didn't try to get me hard, but if it happened, she didn't mind in the least — and usually actually seemed pleased about it.