"Guilty as charged – yes, I was looking. Like I told you before, I think they're delightful. You're pretty, and I have to confess to liking to look at pretty things – and your boobs, as you call them, certainly qualify. When they're hanging out like that, yes, I'm going to look – but I'm not going to start trying to look down your blouse or anything like that, either, so you don't have to worry about me becoming some pervert, with my tongue hanging out and drooling all over my shirt whenever you wear something that shows off your figure."
"Uncle Dan, I could never think of you as a pervert. I know that whenever I start talking to you about my body and sex and stuff it makes you uncomfortable. I don't think it's because you're trying to do anything to me, or anything like that; I think it's just because you don't want to scare me or anything. I know that the only reason you agreed to help me tonight is because you think you have to do it to help keep me from getting into some kind of trouble – because you love me. Not the making love kind, but the non-physical kind you told me about."
What could I say to something like that?
She continued with "So don't worry about looking at my boobs, or seeing my vagina or anything like that. I know that you're not going to do anything to hurt me or embarrass me. Actually, knowing that you like my boobs, it makes me feel prettier, and special – like I don't feel like I*have* to go out with just any of the boys at school to feel good. I know that I can wait until there's one that I really like."
After that last sentence of hers, even if her dad did find out about this and killed me, it would be worth it, knowing I'd managed to accomplish something good with her.
"So now that that's out of the way, what do we need to do to go hymen hunting?" she asked, with a giggle.
I thought about it for a minute, and said, "Well, the obvious thing is to find out if your vagina can open up enough for you to see it. I see you're still wet" – I couldn't help teasing her a little – "so I suppose the thing to do would be for you to open your legs as far as you can, and see if you can open your vagina enough."
With that, she spread her legs father than I ever thought she could, rested herself on her tailbone to tilt her pelvis up, and leaned forward. Following her instructions, I adjusted the mirror until she had a fairly clear view.
Try as she might, though, she just couldn't seem to get a clear enough (in her opinion – mine differed!) look at what she was after.
"Uncle Dan, I can't seem to get everything open enough to see inside. I think I need your help."
"What do you mean?" I asked, afraid of what I thought the answer would be.
"I think if you hold me open on the outside, I can open myself up the rest of the way on my own."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure I want you to touch me on the outside, if that's what you're asking. I know that you're not going to start trying to poke at me or anything, and I really want to see."
"What do you want?"
"If you can hold me open with one hand, so you can hold on to the mirror, I'm pretty sure I can use my hands to see inside."
I tried it, reluctantly, and found that the strength in my thumb and forefinger was more for gripping than spreading. With her encouragement, though, I found that I could hold the mirror in position with my chin, and use both thumbs to spread her vaginal opening. This meant that I had my hands on her cute, tight little ass cheeks – something that didn't upset me too much!
A couple of minutes later, Jan had managed to get herself opened up enough that she (and I) could see the ring of her hymen, not far inside her vagina.
She pushed an experimental finger inside herself, and found that it was a bit dry to go very far. Looking me right in the eye, she carefully slid her finger in and out several times, spreading the ample lubrication she'd developed in her arousal. It wasn't long before she was able to insert it far enough to be able to feel the very definition of her virginity. She experimented with it a bit, prodding at it from several different angles, before deciding that it was something that she'd have to deal with later.
That settled, she pulled her finger out, which I took as my cue to let go of her. I looked up at her, and asked if there was anything else she wanted to know, or talk about before I got up.
She responded by asking me "Do you think my hair down there is okay?"
That threw me off a bit, and I had to think for a moment before I could answer "Sure, why not?"
She gave me the "you are*such* a goober!" look before answering, "I mean, it just seems that there isn't very much of it. Some of the girls at school have*lots* more. Some of them even look like they've got little animals stuck down there!" she giggled.
"Remember the talk we had about your breasts?"
"Yeah"
"Well, it's a lot like that with your pubic hair. Your breast growth, and hair growth here, are controlled by the different hormones and chemicals in your body. As long as you eat right, your body is going to develop the way it should, for YOU. You know what I think of your breasts; as far as I can tell, your hair here is developing at about the same rate. When I was about your age, I didn't think I had much hair, either, and felt bad about it. It wasn't until later that I found out that I'd developed just the way I was supposed to. A bit later than some of the other guys at school, but still normal."
"You did?"
"Yup. As bad as I felt about it, and as much as it bothered me,*that's* why I'm willing to try and answer YOUR questions – so you won't have to go through some of the doubts and such that I did."
"Really?"
"You bet. Jan, anything I can do to help you deal with all the changes and such that you're going through, I'll do. It might make me a bit uncomfortable at times, as you've noticed, but I'll do it – as long as it saves you some of the problems I went through."
"Thanks, Uncle Dan. Is it okay if I give you a hug?"
"Uh, yeah, but only after we're done, and have our robes on again, okay?"
"Chicken!"
"Squawk! Squawk!"
She laughed, and then got an impish look on her face, telling me "Well, now that you've seen mine, I get to see yours!"
That announcement left me with mixed feelings – who would mind having a cute, naked teenybopper eyeballing his dick? But if it was your best friends daughter?
There was nothing to do but lay back and make the best of it.
I asked her "Do you want me to sit down, like you were, or sit or stand up, or what?"
She thought about it for a minute, and said, "Well, since all of your stuff is on the outside, I guess the easiest thing would be for you to just lay down, wouldn't it?"
I thought about it for a moment, agreed, and lay down on the floor, next to her.
She leaned over me, with her male diagram in hand, and started looking me over. Truth be told, I kind of felt like a specimen in a biology class, the way she was looking and comparing. Fortunately (?), the male anatomy isn't that complicated, and it didn't take long for her to finish her exam.
Looking up at me, she asked, "Why do you look different here, at the end, than the picture?"
Checking the diagram, I explained to her that I was circumcised, and the diagram wasn't – and then had to explain what that involved. In response to her now-saucer-sized eyes, I went on to explain that when it was done, it usually happened when the boy was still a baby, and that I didn't have any memories of the event.
That seemed to placate her, and she asked me "Is it okay if I look closer?"
"You mean you want to touch, and move things around, don't you?"
She blushed a bit, and admitted "Yeah. Is it okay?"
"Yes – but be gentle. A man's testicles – yes, those! – are very sensitive to pressure. When you see a guy get hit in the crotch on one of those funny video movies, that is why he folds up so fast."
That said, she began touching me. I was only semi-erect, so there wasn't the problem of blowing my load all over her hand or anything, but it did make for some interesting sensations as she moved things around, touched, prodded, and so on. It was when she was weighing my balls in her hand while holding my penis that I started to really get hard – as much as I tried not to. Between her grip on my dick, holding my balls, and the feel of her tits brushing against my side and leg, it was simply too much.
She looked up at me with a questioning expression.