While they were out, I went upstairs and added a nice dress that Teresa had admired to her closet; it cost more than she thought she could afford, but I saw how often she looked at it while we had been in the store. When I went back the next day, the salespeople in the store remembered her, and were (thankfully) able to help me get it in the right size.
After all of them got back from the salon, I complimented Teresa on how nice she looked; then told her that if she thought she had something she was willing to go out in, I'd take her out to dinner — just the two of us. Asking her to wait for just a couple of minutes, I made a quick dash downstairs to change into my best suit; I'd showered and shaved while the four of them were still out. When I got back upstairs, Teresa told me "I don't know if I've got anything that would be nice enough, if you're going out like THAT."
After she went back to her bedroom, all three girls looked at me with glee on their faces in anticipation of their mother's surprise when she discovered not only the dress I'd gotten her, but the new jewelry that they'd bought with the money they pooled together with their actual savings.
Several minutes went by with no sounds coming from the direction of their mother's bedroom, and all three girls were starting to look disappointed when Teresa silently walked into the living room, surprising them. When they saw the happiness and delight on her face, they all swarmed around her and wished her a happy birthday between complimenting her on how nice she looked in the dress. Teresa thanked all of them for the jewelry (which she was wearing), and asking them how they'd been able to afford it and the salon visit. That was when they broke the news to her that the salon visit had been from me. Looking at me, Teresa asked "Do I need to guess where the dress came from?", too happy to be wearing it to be upset with me for buying it.
Keeping my face deadpan, I responded with "I dunno… the Easter Bunny, maybe?", making her and the girls all laugh.
"Well, wherever it came from, I want to thank them. This is perfect for a nice dinner!"
"That's good to hear", I told her. "We've got a reservation in" — checking my watch — "Twenty minutes, so we might want to get going."
After a round of kisses, Teresa held my arm on the way out to my car. During the drive, I glanced over several times, and saw how happy she was as we chatted. When we got to the restaurant, we had to wait only a couple of minutes before they showed us to our table.
It was a nice meal in a good restaurant, and it was easy to see that Teresa was having a great time. She got a little bit tipsy on the wine we had with our food; just enough that I didn't have any trouble talking her into the almost decadent dessert she started lusting at on the dessert cart.
Afterwards, we were back in my car when she asked "Where are you going? This isn't the way home!"
"I thought you might like to spend a little time out on the town tonight — a little dancing, maybe, and even a couple of drinks. But if you want to go home…"
"Don't you dare!", she exclaimed before she realized I was teasing her, then telling me "No, I don't want to go home, and yes, I would like some time out on the town. It's been entirely too long since I've been dancing, and a drink or two would be wonderful."
The place I took us to was geared more toward us "older folks" than the clubs the younger kids packed; the music was the kind of stuff that we were familiar with, and could dance to the way we were used to dancing. A bit shorter than I was, Teresa made for a nice bundle in my arms during the slow tunes, and both of us had a great time during the next few hours. Both of us kept our alcohol consumption down to purely social levels.
Still, we were "older folks", and the late hour and exercise finally began to take its toll on us.
When Teresa suggested that we get home before the girls phoned us in as missing persons, I agreed. On the drive home, she sat next to me with her hand on my leg, while I had my arm around her. As we got close to the house, Teresa told me "I had a great time tonight, Ted… the best I've had in, oh, forever. I'd have been happy just with that trip to the salon — but to not only get this dress, but the necklace the girls got me, and then have a night out like this… well, you've made this the best birthday I've had in a long, long time. I just want you to have some idea of how very happy you've made me tonight."
I spared her a quick kiss to the cheek before telling her "I'm glad to do it. You do so much — not just for me, but the girls, too — that you deserve at least this much happiness."
By then, we'd reached the street where we lived, and it wasn't until I'd parked the car and both of us were on the way to the door that either of us said anything. She stopped in the shadow of a small fir in the front yard, and when I stopped and turned to look at her, she told me "Ted, ever since you got here, I've wished to hell that I'd been the one that could have gone to college instead of my ditz sister — so that maybe it could have been me that met you, instead of her.
Then maybe both of us could have had a happy life together all this time, instead of both of us going through all the crap that we have. I can tell that you like me, and that you're happy to be in the house with us. I know the girls have to be watching for us after they heard the car pull in, and I want us to have a little privacy when I tell you that I like you, too… a lot."
With that, she reached up and pulled my head down to give me a kiss — one that made it amply clear that when she'd said "a lot", she'd meant it. I put my hands on her hips to steady her as our kiss lengthened; when it intensified and she began pressing herself against me, I moved them to her ass, pulling her closer as our mouths opened so that we could touch tongues for the first time ever. Even as we were checking out each others tonsils, I could feel her bust pressing into my chest while my hands squeezed the surprisingly firm globes of her ass. Several seconds later, at almost the same time, both of us realized that we were moving pretty fast and had better break it up. As Teresa was getting her dress smoothed out again, I told her "I'm sorry, Teresa. I guess I really shouldn't have done that."
I heard her laugh softly before answering "It wasn't just you, Ted. I'm the one that damn near dragged you down to the ground so I could kiss you, in the first place!"
With both of us looking presentable, Teresa took my arm, and neither of us said anything else as we made our way into the house. In the living room, all three of the girls were so obviously being casual as they watched TV that Teresa and I had to share an amused smile. Turning to where they were plainly just lounging, Teresa told them "Okay, it's time for you three to get to bed. You've got time to say good night to Ted if you hurry…"
In just a couple of minutes, all three of the girls and I had made our good nights. As we watched the last of them disappear down the hall, Teresa turned to me and said "I really am sorry about what happened outside, Ted. But I meant every word I told you, too — not just then, but in the car, about how happy you made me tonight."
Looking into her eyes, I assured her "And I meant what I said, too.", before giving her a brief, soft, and loving kiss on the lips. I couldn't fathom what I saw in her expression and eyes when I pulled my head back; after wishing her pleasant dreams, I turned and went downstairs. I didn't get to sleep as quickly as I would have liked — I couldn't forget how nice Teresa's body had felt next to mine, and how pretty she'd looked while we'd been dancing…
I'd gotten home early one afternoon after getting a project finished, and was sitting upstairs with the girls watching a local TV station's "Dialing for Dollars" movie. Donna was next to me, with Karen sitting in a chair while Wendy lay on the floor. When the program took a break, Wendy got up and started down the hall — apparently for a bathroom visit; moments later, Karen announced she was hungry and was going to fix herself a snack, then went into the kitchen. After a bit, Donna asked me "Would you do something for me, Uncle Ted?"
Figuring she just needed a ride someplace, or wanted me to take her to the mall, I asked "What's that, sweetheart?"
"I know that sometimes boys and girls, they, uh, do things to each other… with their, um, mouths. When you helped Karen, I saw that your fingers were shiny from her being wet inside and that you licked her off of them. You even looked like you liked it, even. I thought about that, and the other part, about boys and girls using their mouths on each other; and I was hoping that you would let me find out what that's like, too. Not just you doing it to me, either — I… I'd want to learn how to make you feel good, too."
Okay, I'll admit that I have my dense times, too — it took a few seconds for me to really understand that she wanted to find out what it was like when somebody (me!) ate her pussy, and start learning how to perform oral sex (again, with me).
While there was a desire to agree immediately, I couldn't forget the fact that I'd never done anything with her or her sisters that had involved my genitals. Sure, I'd seen all three of them naked, and had my hands on all three, and all over the older two (and even helped them have orgasms, more than once) — but they'd never seen ME naked (to the best of my knowledge, anyway), or had any kind of contact with me. The other things I'd done with them had been
"helping"; if any of them did anything physical like that with me, then there wasn't any denying that our activity was "sexual". It may have been a relatively small point, but it was still a line that I was extremely reluctant to cross.
Looking over at her, I told Donna "That's something that I think is a lot more serious and important that anything else we've done, honey. I'm going to have to think about it first, okay?"
She didn't seem overly concerned by my response, and told me "I know, Uncle Ted. Karen and me, we've noticed that you do stuff with us, but we never do anything with you; so I figured that this was something where you wouldn't be able to give me an answer right away. But I really am sure I want to try it, and with you, 'cause I know it'd be okay."
With that, she simply turned her attention back to where the host was reaching into the revolving drum to pull out the name and phone number of some lucky viewer.
After the movie ended, all three of them went back to their rooms to take care of whatever homework and studying they had. I stayed in the living room, my thoughts on what to do about Donna's request.
I was still sitting there when Teresa got home without my noticing; it wasn't until she sat down in
"her" chair that I noticed her. When I turned to look at her, she'd apparently noticed that I'd been a little (!) preoccupied and simply asked "One of the girls?"
I nodded, and had barely gotten my mouth open to say something when she interrupted to tell me
"Ted, I don't need to know what it is. I don't care what it is that whichever one of them wants from you. I've already told you — I trust you not to let things go too far with any of them, and I know that you'd never do anything to hurt them. The way you looked when I got home, I have to figure that it's something serious; but I still believe that you'll do the right thing. All I'm really going to say to you is this — that whatever it is she wants, it's a pretty safe bet that it's something that she'll need or want sooner or later, anyway. If she gets whatever it is from you, then you've got some control over the how and when and why of it, and can make sure everything is okay. I don't doubt that you don't like it, whatever it is; but that's part of raising kids — setting aside your worries and fears and all that, so that you can take care of their needs."
Hearing that from her, my first thought was that I wasn't raising them… then had to admit to myself that I was. Not as much as the full-time job it was for Teresa, but that I was having an impact on them was undeniable. Shortly after that, I had to face the fact that I hadn't been particularly serious or responsible about it, either; I was fine with dealing with the fun and easy things that came up, but not so good at it the rest of the time — the infrequent need to discipline one of them I'd always pushed off onto Teresa, instead of taking care of it when and where it was appropriate. She'd even told me that she'd rather have me punish them, since she didn't believe in wait-til-your-father-gets-home. Remembering that got me started on recalling a lot of the other things she'd said to me — not just since I'd moved in, but before; and that started me really thinking about what Donna had asked of me.
My reverie was interrupted by Wendy coming in and kissing me on the cheek to get my attention, then telling me supper was ready. When I sat down at the table, all three of the girls looked at me oddly — and continued to watch me as we ate. I wasn't a big part of the conversations that went on, and Teresa just nodded when I said that I'd be downstairs, after we finished.
It was later than I would have liked when I finally got things settled in my mind, and figured out what I was going to do… not just about Donna, but Karen, and even Wendy — and Teresa.
It was a couple of days before I got the opportunity to be alone with Donna long enough to tell her "If you want to know about that stuff that you asked me to help you with, I can do that. But I think there are some things that we need to talk about, so that we ALL understand what's going on with all of us. I'm not going to embarrass anyone by doing anything like calling some kind of family meeting, or sitting all of you down and lecturing at you, or anything like that. You're the oldest, and you're the one that has been asking me to do new stuff with you more than the others, so you and I are going to talk — and when we're done, I know that I can trust you to let your sisters know what's going on, too, when they have a problem or question. Okay?"
Donna solemnly nodded her head, and I started out by saying "You said that you and Karen know that you haven't done anything with me, and there are a couple of reasons for that. One of them is the big one that was most of it, and the other is something else that I had to worry about, but not as much."
Donna asked me what they were, and I explained "The second thing, the little one, is that I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone ever found out that I've been touching you and your sisters, and doing the things we have with you and Karen; and I mean trouble like police and maybe going to jail or prison and things like that."
In response to the horrified expression on her face, I quickly told her "I know that you and your sisters would never say anything to anyone about it, and your mom has already told me that if it's one of you that comes to me, she doesn't mind. That's part of why I wasn't AS worried about the second thing — because I know that I can trust you as much as you trust me. But I think I had to tell you what might happen so that you would know how much trouble I could be in if anyone ever did find out what we've been doing. I'm not trying to scare you, or make you feel guilty, or anything like that; I just need to make sure that you understand that what happens with me and any one of you three is something that could mean that I'd never get to see any of you ever again if anyone found out. You're fifteen, now, and I know that you want to be grown up; well, this is something that being grown up means you have to know about. I think you know that I couldn't explain this to Karen and Wendy without scaring them, or making them feel bad; and I think you know that you could tell them so that they don't feel the same way you do right now."
It took only a moment for Donna to consider the matter before seriously telling me "Yeah, I could. And I know that's why you're telling me, instead of them — so that I can do it, and you won't scare them." She was silent for a few seconds, then said "Being grown up isn't as nice or easy as I thought it would be; you have to think and worry about more stuff, and do a lot more things that you don't want to, than I thought."
"That's the other reason that you weren't doing things with me.", I told her. "As long as it was you girls coming to me and asking me to do things with you, then I could tell myself that I was just 'helping' you; but if you had done anything with me, then I would have had to think that there was something like sex happening between us — even if it was only a little bit. Except that I finally had to admit to myself that even the other stuff we were doing was still 'sex', even if you weren't doing anything with me. Sweetheart, you and your sisters are more important to me than anything else in the world — I couldn't love any of you any more than if you were my own daughters; and that was something I had to think about, too. It wasn't easy, and I had to think about it really hard and for a long time before I had an answer to all the questions and things that were on my mind. I know you're fifteen, and you feel like you're all grown up and everything; but I was still worried that I might do something to you, or with you, that you weren't actually ready for. I was also worried that if you did anything with ME, that what happened might hurt you or scare you in a way that might even last your whole life. So I had to really think about all of you, and me, and what we were doing, and what might or could happen if we did even more things together — like what you asked me to help you with."
She remembered that I'd already told her that I'd do what she wanted, so she was simply looking at me with considerable interest as I continued "Like I said, it wasn't easy for me — particularly when I had to admit that what we'd already been doing was sexual. But I remembered some things that your mom has said, and thought about those, too; and I finally decided that if the three of you really want to know about stuff like that, then after all the other things we've done together, the best thing I could do to make sure you weren't hurt or scared by learning that stuff was if you learned it with me — because I know that if it's with me, then I can make sure that each of you understands that we're doing something special… not because it's us doing it, but because of why. When I touch you and help you have an orgasm, the most important part of it is that we love and trust each other, not that it's you and me, or that I am touching you. You understand what I'm saying?"
The expression of love on her face told me that she did, but I was still glad to hear her say "Yeah, I do, Uncle Ted. That's why I do come to you — because I do love you, and know that you love me. I don't think it would even feel as good as it does, if I didn't know you love me a much as you do."
I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, then went on to say "That's what I figured, about the things I've done with you and your sisters, so far. But you remember that you told me that you knew us using our mouths on each other was something where I wouldn't be able to give you an answer right away, so I know you understood that it was important. Now, I said that I can help you learn about that. Telling you how much I had to think about it, and all that… that was so you would know why I can help you; if I hadn't thought about all the different things like I did, and for as long, I would have told you 'no'. Now I have to tell you what has to happen before I will do anything like that with you."