Jan

wanted to stop right now, and never have us spend any time together like this again, I'd do it gladly. You've made an old man like me very happy these last few months, and I thank you for it. I need to be sure you understand that you don't 'owe' me anything, and that you're free to stop any or all of this at any time, without me being upset or angry with you.'

Another, milder, Goober look. 'I already told you, I know that. It's nice knowing that you love me that way, more than you love me for this'

– gesturing to her body -'and that you want what's right for me. When I do things with you, it's because it's a physical way for me to tell you 'thank you' for all the help you've given me, and all the love you've shown me. I don't think you understand how worried I was that first time we, uh, talked. There was all kinds of stuff going through my mind, like my boobs were too small, that maybe I was weird down there between my legs, and that kind of stuff. Now I'm not ashamed of myself like I was before – as you can see! – and you've made me happy about who I am, on the inside, I mean.' She paused a moment before continuing 'I used to be*so* 'in love' with one of the boys in school that I would have done anything – yes, I mean anything – to have him as a boyfriend. But because of what I've learned from you, and not just the physical love stuff, I realized that he's just a selfish, demanding stinker. If it wasn't for you,*I* would have been one of his girlfriends by now. But because of what you've taught me about the difference between sex and love, I started listening to some of the stuff people said about him, and looked at the way he treated the girls he took out, and decided I didn't want to be one of them – the ones that everybody talks about. I didn't listen to that kind of talk about him before, but you have taught me to respect, and even honor, myself. So, when he asked me to go out with him, I wasn't afraid to tell him 'no' – because of how you are with me, I've learned to expect better from any guy that wants me to go out with him.'

Seeing from my expression that she was having an impact, she went on 'Uncle Dan, from the first time you saw me in my bedroom' – I decided that she had gotten comfortable about the topic of sex, since she didn't blush – 'I've watched you. You have never, ever done or said anything to make me uncomfortable about this sex stuff. And I know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me, either physically or in my heart – I know that you love me almost as much as Daddy does. I know that I can stop all this any time I want, because I know that I can trust you. I know that if I wanted to stop, you wouldn't be mad at me or do anything to make me unhappy or feel bad. Sometimes when I was, you know, teasing you, it was kind of a way for me to find out if you were going to try to, like,*own* me or something, or to see if you were going to try to make things happen too fast. You have always been polite and considerate and gentle and patient with me – even though I know that sometimes I pushed you way too hard on a lot of things. Because of how honest you've been with me, and the way you've treated me, I'm even understanding why you felt like you had to have that talk with Daddy about me and sex education. I've told some of my friends about some of the things that I've learned, both on the Internet and with you – don't worry, I never tell them exactly*where* I learn stuff! – and I know that a couple of them really do need to talk to somebody about it. It's kind of like I'm in the same position you were in: someone I care about needs help with something that they've trusted me not to talk about with anyone else, so I have the problem of finding a way of getting them that help without betraying the trust they showed me by talking to me in the first place.'

'Trouble, if you're at the point where you understand that kind of problem, and are having trouble with it, I guess I have to admit that you really are a lot more mature than most people would give you credit for. Do you ever talk with your dad about any of this kind of stuff?'

'No, not really.'

'I think maybe you should consider it. I mean, I'm glad to talk to you about it and all that, but I'd be a whole lot happier if I wasn't the only one you were talking to. I mean, he's your dad, and he's got the right – and obligation – to know what you're thinking and what's going on in your life. Besides that, it will help him understand how mature you are; and once he knows that, I expect he'll be willing to trust you more, and not be as fussy about where you are and who you're there with.'

'You really think so?'

'Yup – to all of it.'

'I guess I can try it.'

'Trust me – he'll be glad you're willing to talk to him, and it will give you and him another way to get to know each other. He's always going to think of you as his 'little girl', but if you can talk to him, it will help him realize you're also becoming a young woman, too.'

'Yeah, I guess I can see that.'

'Now, before we both freeze or something, how about that bath?'

She laughed and took my hand as we both got into the spa-sized tub they had in the 'public' bathroom. After a few false starts, we finally got situated with us fairly well stretched out, facing each other but side-by-side. I couldn't help but put my hand on her thigh, and moving back and forth, gently caressing her as the heat from the water slowly soaked into my body. For her part, she was content to simply rest her arm on my leg, with her hand on her belly. We laid like that for probably twenty minutes, with Jan periodically letting a little water out before adding more hot, and thus keeping the tub temperature nice and high.

Finally, though, we started looking like a couple of albino raisins, and she let the water drain completely; though the bathroom was warm enough now that we didn't miss it all that much.

I was just starting to think about getting up when I heard her say, 'I want to watch you.'

'You want to watch me what?'

'Masturbate.'

'Uh, maybe you didn't realize, but when I have to do it myself, I use my hand, pretty much the same way you do when you play with me.'

'I know that, silly. I just want to watch you do it. I think it would be sexy!'

'Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not exactly in the mood or condition to do it just now. You pretty much wore me out, that last time.'

'Would this help?' – and with that, she lifted the leg next to me and put it on the other side of mine, turning herself so that I had a nice, clear view of the area between her legs as she slowly ran her finger from bottom to top of her cleft.

Yeah, it helped. More than I would have thought it could. I'd thought I was 'sexed out' for the night, but she seemed to have a talent for helping me find hidden reserves. Of all kinds of things.

I felt my previously flaccid penis twitch, which gave her the affirmation she seemed to need: continuing to run her finger through her slit, she used the other hand to start caressing her breasts, focusing on her nipples which seemed to jump out at the attention. That got me going a little (okay, a lot) more, and I could feel myself become semi-erect. When she gave me a 'Well? What are you waiting for?' look, I took matters into my own hand, so to speak: gently stroking myself until I was completely hard as I watched her continue to fondle herself – even as she dipped a hand down to caress and prod at her anus.

Over the next several minutes, we continued slowly masturbating ourselves, each feeding on the sight of the other becoming more and more aroused. Surprisingly, neither of us was paying particular attention to what the others hands were doing; instead, we were focused on each other's eyes and faces, sharing the intimacy of the act, rather than the act itself. When I saw her curl her middle finger, so that part of it rubbed her clitoris as the end partially entered her vagina, it was enough to start me on the climb toward release. Apparently, the change in my attitude and activity was enough to get her started, as well, since I saw her hand start moving more insistently against her crotch while her other squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples even harder.

For once, my age worked in my favor: my previous experiences that night were sufficient to let me delay long enough that that I didn't unload before she had a chance to orgasm again. We must have been at roughly the same arousal; I say 'roughly' because I was the one to climax first, sending my first shot nearly to my feet, and my second to my knees. The rest were much less powerful, but the sight was enough to nudge her into her own climax: I got to watch her belly heave and her vaginal lips pulse and quiver slightly as her spasms hit her, while she continued rubbing her erect and very visible clitoris.

During all this, the bathroom had slowly bled off the heat from the tub, so by the time the few minutes it took us to catch our breath again went by, it was mildly cool. By mutual consent, we got up and got the shower started, as hot as we could stand it. The shower itself didn't take long, even though neither of us was in any hurry to stop the caressing and hugging and kissing as we washed each other off. After we'd gotten out, she dried me off first, letting her hands tarry at various and sundry parts of my anatomy. For my part, I softly kissed anything I could lay