Lifting my head from Donna's chest, I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she was panting, but I could somehow tell that she was eagerly anticipating that I would be helping her find even more joy — and looking forward to where and how it would end.
So that I didn't give her reason to think anything was wrong, I quickly lowered my head again, and began tending to the mate of the breast I'd just been enjoying. Even as I was applying a series of soft lip-bites to the slopes of her breast, I was trying to figure out what might be the best way of helping her experience her first orgasm. I had to try and find something that would be satisfying for her, but not so much that it overwhelmed her — after all, she was still only fourteen (almost fifteen! I heard her tell me in my mind), and she simply didn't have the wherewithal to experience anything like a grown woman would enjoy. The more I thought about it, the more I found myself getting tied up in knots; so I finally chucked the whole thing in favor of simply bringing her along however quickly she responded, until it finally happened for her.
With that resolved, I promptly went about doing what I'd settled on. It wasn't but a few moments before I was softly and gently starting to stimulate her clitoris — and only a few seconds longer before I could hear a change in her breathing that told me I was getting things right. With frequent side-trips to make sure I kept the end of my finger lubed with her juices, I carefully and patiently went about finding out what she liked, and how she liked it done.
Between her apparent desire to discover what she'd been missing out on, and her trust that I was going to help her find it, it didn't take but a very few minutes before I could tell that she was approaching an orgasm. After wetting the end of my finger again, I went back to tending to her clitoris by circling it at the pressure and tempo that her body told me she enjoyed most. I could feel her body begin to tense up beneath me, and knew that she was almost there; but when several more seconds passed and nothing happened, I had to figure that she needed something -
probably almost anything — to actually push her over the edge. Figuring "What the hell… it's worth a try…", I got my mouth on the peak of one of her breasts and sucked on it — then gently bit her nipple. To my surprise (and our mutual delight, I suspect), that did the trick. Her body froze in place underneath me, and I felt her clitoris disappear under its hood just ahead of the first wave of release to course through her lovely body. She managed a gasping breath before the next spasm of pleasure overwhelmed her, which was quickly followed by a third. After she'd managed to draw in a little more oxygen, a fourth, then fifth ran though her. Though the last two had been progressively milder, they still left her gasping for a couple of seconds, until what proved to be the last wave of her first climax made itself felt.
When it was over for her, I quickly moved to lay next to her, again propped up on my elbow as I softly stroked her face. When she opened her eyes, I could see how stunned she was by what had happened — and how thoroughly she'd enjoyed it. It took a several more seconds before she got enough of her breath back to softly tell me "It felt so… I never thought… I didn't know I could feel like that!", overwhelmed with emotion.
Smiling, I simply told her "Yeah."
Awed, she asked me "If I hadn't gotten scared before, when I was touching myself, I would have felt this before now, wouldn't I?"
"Probably.", I answered.
She considered that for a few seconds as her panting slowed, then told me "If I'd known, I sure would have let it happen before now. But I didn't, and I'm glad that you were here with me, and helped me find out what it's like. That was incredible, and it's even more special to me to learn I can feel like that and have you here with me when it happened."
I gave her a soft kiss, and she said "Really, Uncle Ted — it's because you were here with me, and making me feel so good. When I could feel myself getting closer, I knew I didn't have to be afraid or nervous; and that you'd take care of me — and you did! It felt so good, what you were doing, and I could feel that it was almost going to happen, and it was starting to make me kind of crazy, I wanted it to happen so bad. Then I felt you suck on my tit that way, and when you kinda bit my nipple, everything just…exploded inside me!"
I couldn't resist smiling at her delight and enthusiasm, and asked "So, you think you'll be okay with finishing things yourself, now?"
She gave me a pleased grin before answering "Yeah, I think so. But I'll still want it to happen with you sometimes, too."
"I'm okay with that", I told her, "but let's not make it too often, okay? We don't want to make anybody mad or upset, do we?"
Only mildly chastised, she told me "No, I guess not."
I softly kissed her again, and the two of us lay there for several minutes before she quietly told me "I wish I could stay with you like this, but I guess I should go back upstairs so Mom doesn't get worried or anything."
After a few moments, we got out of bed, and I went with her back to where she'd left the clothing she'd taken off. When I sat in my recliner and blatantly watched her, she got a smile on her face and made a show out of it as she got her things back on. Dressed again, she came over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips before telling me "Thank you, Uncle Ted. That felt really good, what you did; and how you made me feel."
"I'm glad you liked it, and that I could help you, honey.", I told her. She gave me a pleased smile, and when she turned around, I gave her a soft pat on the butt as she started toward the stairs.
After giving it a couple of minutes in case she came down for something else, I went into my bathroom to deal with my own needs after what we'd done.
Later, after supper, when Teresa and I were alone in the living room, she told me "I have a pretty good idea of what Donna went to see you about, and I want to make sure you know that I'm okay with it. I saw how happy she was when she came back upstairs, and that just lets me know that I'm right to trust you the way I do. If or when Wendy or Karen come to you about anything like that, you don't have to worry about whether or not I'll have any problems — I won't. As long as you're not hurting them, and they're happy afterwards, I'm not going to object."
"I kinda figured, when she told me that you said you'd watch to make sure nobody bothered us."
She gave me a wry smile before saying "Like I said, I had a pretty good idea of what she was after; it seemed like a good idea to make sure she had whatever time and privacy she needed.
And on the subject of privacy, you haven't said anything to me about what happened with her -
and I do NOT need or want to know. Your time with her — or any of them, for that matter — is just for you and them."
I had to laugh, then tell her her "I'm glad to hear that. I was trying to figure out how to not tell you anything, if you HAD asked.", getting a small laugh from her. We looked at each other, and satisfied that we were both at the same place on the same page, we moved on to talk about other things.
After Donna learned what kind of pleasure she could experience, I really didn't figure that she'd need or want my assistance when she was perfectly capable of taking care of things herself. But several times after that, she would make it clear to me that she wanted us to have another session together. Whether it was down in my place, or in the privacy of her room when no one else was home, I was more than happy to go along with her desires. Along the way, I learned that she was willing and able to have orgasms that were appreciably stronger than the first; that only gave me the freedom and opportunity to enjoy the limited pleasures I got from her body even more.
Even with the activity between myself and Donna, I still had the benefit of seeing all of the girls in various states of undress, as well as the infrequent satisfaction of having them put my hand on their breast so that I would touch and caress it. With all of them patently unconcerned about me seeing them, I fell out of the habit of waiting for a response when I had to knock at one of their closed doors; I'd still knock, but if I didn't hear any response after a couple of seconds, I'd figure it was okay to open the door.
It was a day off from school for the girls, and I was taking some comp time from work so they'd have an adult around if they needed me while Teresa was at her job. Wendy had gone off to visit one of her friends, leaving me, Donna, and Karen in the house. As it got close to lunchtime, I started thinking about what to make for the three of us, and couldn't decide what would be good.
Figuring that one or the other of the girls might want something in particular, I went down to solicit their input. Donna's room was the first one down the hall, so I knocked on her door, then opened it and put my head in a couple seconds later. She wasn't in her room, and I just figured she was in the bathroom; closing her door again, I went to Karen's room next. Again, I knocked, and when I didn't hear any objection, opened it far enough to stick my head in — only to be greeted by the sight of Karen and Donna both stark naked on Karen's bed, legs spread wide, and each with one hand between her thighs and the other on her breast, busily masturbating themselves with their eyes closed.
I don't know if I made a noise that they heard, they just sensed my presence, or what, but it was only a second before their eyes flew open and they saw me looking at them. I quickly apologized, and when I started to withdraw, Donna told me "No, Uncle Ted, don't go! I think we need you in here!"
With the door between me and them, I asked "Are you sure? I didn't mean to interrupt, or anything."
It was Karen's voice that told me "It's okay, Uncle Ted… really. We… I need to talk to you, and ask you some stuff."
Baffled, it took me a few moments to work up the courage to go on into her room — where I saw that though they'd stopped their activities, they were both still sitting there with their legs parted.
Looking around, I saw that there was enough stuff on the chair in front of Karen's desk that clearing it for a place to sit wasn't viable. That meant that if I wanted to sit down, it would have to be on Karen's bed — something that I wasn't entirely happy about, considering the situation.
But since she'd said that she wanted to talk and ask me some questions, I figured I'd better make myself comfortable; I parked myself on the edge of the bed, next to Karen's knee, and managed to keep my eyes above her waist. When I looked into her face, I saw that she was completely unconcerned about what I'd seen her doing and what I might see OF her. A look at Donna told me that she had much the same attitude as her younger sister. My mind couldn't resist going off to visualize what the scene might have been if either of MY folks had witnessed my self-gratifications…
Pulling myself back together, I looked at Karen again and asked "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, honey?"
To my surprise, I saw her blush slightly before she told me "I've been touching myself, and it feels good and everything, but it doesn't seem to feel as good for me as when Donna does it for her." It took me a few seconds to understand that she had blushed not because she was embarrassed about touching herself, but because she was having trouble getting the results she wanted. Again, my mind had to head off in a different direction as I contemplated the significance and implications of that understanding…
Karen was looking at me patiently, waiting to hear what I had to say, when I got my attention back on her. I considered what she said for a few moments before telling her "I don't think that's anything that you really have to worry about, Karen. You're younger than your sister, and it might just be that your body hasn't quite developed to the point that you can feel as good as she does."
She thought about that for a moment, then asked "Could it be that I'm doing something wrong, or that there's something different about me? Donna showed me how she does it, and when she had me do to her what I do to me, it made HER feel good enough to have an orgasm."
Of course I immediately got a vision of the two of them in my head that had my cock hard in about zero seconds flat. Hoping that it wouldn't burst out of my pants, and that they wouldn't notice the sudden bulge in at my crotch, I told her "Honey, I really don't think that a person can do that wrong — I mean, the fact that it feels good means you're doing it right; and if it feels good, then that pretty much says that there can't be anything wrong with you, either."
Completely without shame or embarrassment, she asked me "Would you look at me, Uncle Ted?
To see if there's anything different or wrong with me? Donna and I both looked at each other, and WE can't see anything that we think would make a difference; but you're a guy, and older than us, so maybe you'll find something we didn't know about."
When she asked me to look at her so intimately, I had the singularly novel experience of what I can only describe as my ears blinking — the audio equivalent of a person blinking their eyes when they see something they can't believe.
My first thought was that she was teasing me, or joking, or something else like that. But when I looked into her face, I could tell that not only was she serious about wanting me to look at her there, but she was actually concerned that there might be something wrong with her. It hurt me terribly to see her worried about something that should have been a source of great pleasure for her, and setting aside my misgivings, I told her "If it would make you feel better, or you think it would help, then I can do that."
Following that, Donna suggested "Since we're sisters, it might help if you could look at me, too." — something that left me both surprised and pleased. I turned to look at her, and nodded my head — not trusting myself not to say the things that were going through my mind.
When I turned my head back to Karen, she didn't say a word — she just scooted herself down a little farther, and brought her knees up almost to her chest before spreading her legs as far as she could to expose herself to me. She was soon followed by Donna doing the same thing, leaving me sitting there with two young pussies to look at.
Leaning over put my head in the general vicinity of Donna's pelvis; shifting myself a bit got my head barely a foot from where her hand had been busy so recently. There was still enough of her oils present that I could easily discern the aroma that was hers alone — light, only slightly musky, and fresh. As I began to look at her, she eased her arms to the insides of her legs, using them to help keep her legs apart as she used her hands to open herself up to me. It was easy to see that her labia were just as my fingertip had told me they were — small, somewhat thin, and soft. Between them, I could see the entrance to her vagina; she was holding herself open enough that I could even discern the ring of her hymen. At the top of her womanhood, her clitoris was making a little bit of an appearance from underneath the hood that protected it. Even with Karen needing whatever reassurance I could give her, I still had to take the few seconds necessary for me to memorize the sight that Donna was presenting me.
When I lifted my head from in front of Donna, Karen moved to duplicate her sister's actions of moving her arms to support her legs so that she could use her hands to expose herself to me. As she did, Donna moved her arms and stretched her legs out on the bed. A little wriggling on Karen's bed got me positioned in front of its owner much as I'd been with her sister.
That close to her, I didn't have any problem identifying the unique scent of her arousal, or seeing that she'd certainly been enjoying what she'd been doing — between her vaginal lips, there was a distinct shine from the oils that had escaped her. Though her labia were smaller than Donna's, they were a bit thicker, and easily just as soft. Karen, too, was holding herself open enough for me to see her intact maidenhead; where her labia came together at the top, her small clitoris was only slightly visible. With the excuse of "examining" her, I was free to take the extra time needed to really give her mons and pelvis the kind of look that I wanted to — and was glad I did. Her sex sported a patch of fine, dark hair that extended only slightly beyond the limits of her mound; it was short and sparse enough that the skin beneath was easily visible.