lips on while drying her off – and even for a bit afterwards.
As we were leaving the bathroom, I saw her yawn, and realized that it was getting late into the evening, and pointed that fact out to her.
'Um, Uncle Dan?'
'Yes, Jan?'
'Can I, uh, sleep with you tonight?' she asked hesitantly.
I understood, of course, that she wanted the physical companionship of being next to me, not more physical intimacy.
I gave the idea some thought: the boys weren't back until shortly before lunch the next day, so they weren't any particular concern. What*did* worry me, though, was the idea of the two of us being so close to each other for such an extended period of time without being fully awake and aware of what we were doing.
'Yeah, I guess we can do that – as long we both at least wear underwear, so that there aren't any, uh, accidents.'
'That's okay; I kinda like it better, you know? But do I have to wear a bra, too, or is just panties enough?'
'I expect that panties are enough.' I answered with a short laugh.
'Goody. I want to feel as much of you next to me as I can.'
Now my conscience got to me: where to sleep that was big enough for both of us? The idea of 'just' sleeping with his daughter in Paul's bed seemed a bit like treachery; and the thought of sleeping in her bed brought on feelings of cradle robbing.
She seemed to know what was bothering me, and suggested an obvious answer that I would have gotten to, eventually: 'Can we sleep on the floor in the den? Like on a blanket or two, and maybe with just a little fire going?'
'Sure, that would be nice. But I think we'll need another blanket to cover up with. We probably ought to get fresh blankets to sleep on, since somebody 'perfumed' the other one', I teased.
She got a playfully indignant look on her face, and answered with'Yeah, because another person just…. couldn't… be happy making 'somebody' happy, they had to make 'somebody' ecstatic!'
I put a shocked/horrified look on my face for a few seconds before the two of us nearly collapsed in laughter. It finally ended when I said, 'I'll get the den ready, and you get the blankets, okay?'
She agreed, and a couple minutes later, I'd cleared the area in front of the fireplace and had a couple of smallish logs on the grate, ready to light. When she brought in the blankets, we took two of them and spread them out for sleeping on, and got the other ready to cover us with. She took the first one into the laundry room to be washed the next day, and I put on my underwear before starting the fire (gotta keep the priorities straight!). About the time I was satisfied that it was burning properly, she reappeared, having made a detour to put on a pair of her panties. I was surprised to see that she'd apparently been allowed a visit to Victoria's Secret, since they were some of the smallest, filmiest panties I'd ever seen on a female: they looked to be little more than smoke held together with dental floss, with the dark smudge of her pubic hair plainly visible in front, and little more than a few threads tracing up through the crack of her ass to join the ones around her waist.
When I finally raised my eyes to look at her face, she smiled and said 'I know what kind of shorts you wear, so I didn't think I needed to get
'Jan, those things aren't even close to protecting yourself. Fact is, they're a helluva lot closer to Incitement to Riot!'
She dimpled at me, and came over to give me a hug before leading me down to the blankets we'd set up.
There was a moment's hesitation, and I could almost feel her wanting me to take the lead, so I selected the left side of blanket as we looked down at it, and sat, then laid, on it, sliding my feet and legs under the 'cover' blanket. She repeated my actions on the other side, and we lay there on our sides, facing each other.
We looked into each other's eyes for several moments before she spoke: 'Uncle Dan?'
'Yes, dear?'
'I love you, you know.'
'Yeah, I know. And you know that I love you, too.'
'I've known it for a long time; I just didn't know how much you loved me. Not the have sex kind of love, but the worry about me and want to protect me kind.'
'Yup.'
'Well, I just wanted you to understand that*I* understand.' – and with that, she turned over onto her other side, and slid back against me. I put my arm around her, so that my hand was on her belly, but she took it and moved it up so that it was holding her breast, and held it there.
Thinking about some of the things she'd said that night, I knew that the vast majority of her growing-up fears were gone, and that she had her head on a whole lot straighter than a lot of the so-called adults that I knew. And thinking about what she'd told me after we'd laid down, I felt a sense of peace and contentment – and yes, even love – that I hadn't felt in entirely too long. With those happy thoughts and feelings, I soon drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up to find that we hadn't moved much during the night – except that she'd gotten her butt tucked into my lap, and resting firmly on a morning hard-on. As nice as it felt having her there, I really had to get up and take a leak. As I started to disentangle myself from her, she woke up a bit, and turned her head to me to murmur,'Don't go.'
'Sorry, Darlin', but your Uncle Dan really needs to visit the little boys' room.'
She snickered a bit, and said 'Little boy, my foot.', but let me go.
A couple minutes later, feeling much refreshed and relaxed, I rejoined her. As I put my arm around her again – this time just cupping her breast myself – she wiggled her butt back into my lap, where she could feel a new erection growing. A little more wiggling, and she had me hard enough that she was able to position herself that it rested neatly between her ass cheeks. I heard a soft 'Mmmmmmmmm' and felt the nipple in my hand harden a bit as she drifted off to sleep again.
When I woke up next, I was on my back with Jan somewhat draped across me: one leg over my hips, her arm across my chest, and her head on my shoulder. I could feel the breath of her exhalations as it blew across my chest hairs. Moving carefully, I was able to get my arm around her, so that it went across her back with my hand on her hip. Lying there like that, the love I felt for her nearly burst my chest, and I couldn't help but start stroking her back and side, marveling at the smooth softness of her skin. Positioned as she was, I could smell the fragrance of the perfume she'd had me use when I washed her hair the night before – a soft, flowery scent that brought back all manner of pleasant memories.
Apparently, she'd been awake for I don't know how long, because when I tilted my head up to kiss the top of her head, she looked up at me long enough to say 'Good morning, Uncle Dan.'
'Good morning to you, too, Sunshine.'
'It wasn't a dream, was it?', she asked, talking into my left nipple/microphone.
'What wasn't a dream?'
'Last night.'
'No, it wasn't a dream. Why, did you think it was?'
'I wasn't sure – until I woke up like this, with you holding me.'
'Well, I'm glad you thought it was a dream, and not a nightmare' I teased.
She looked up at me again, and said, 'No, I know that you could never do anything to give me a nightmare. It's just that you make me feel so good that sometimes I'm not sure it's really happening. Like right now – I like how warm you are, and how good it feels to have your skin touching mine this way. I really like the way you feel when you're rubbing me like that on my back.'
'I like it to; that's why I'm doing it. Your skin feels soft and smooth and warm, and it makes me happy to be able to touch you.'
'I like you touching me, too – especially like that.'
'Like what?'
'Like now. I can feel how strong your hands are, but they're not hard or rough. The way you touch me, it's soft, like you want to feel my skin, but not tickling. I know you're doing it because you like it, but it's like you're doing it so that*I* like it, too. As though you care about me, and not just you.'
'Trouble, I do care about you.'
'I know, that's what I mean. You're not just making YOU happy, but you're making me happy, too.'
