much expected it anyway, from their friendship.
The boys finished their description of the day, and headed off to their room for a while, leaving me alone in the den, where I turned on some music, and lay down on the couch. Listening to the music, I drifted into a half-sleep, interrupted a while later by the boys coming in to wish me good night as they headed for bed. Perhaps twenty minutes later, Jan and Kelly came out to join me in the den – both dressed in their robes, making me wonder if something was up.
When they were seated, they both noticed the concern on my face, looked at each other and giggled, before opening the tops of their robes to show me that they were dressed for bed, underneath. That question resolved – and my mind greatly eased! – they settled into the chairs they'd taken.
Looking at Kelly, I asked her 'Are you okay?'
She smiled, and said 'Yeah. A little sore in places, but it's a *good* kind of sore. Besides, it brings back some nice memories! How about you?'
'Oh, nothing a little rest won't cure.' I reassured her, continuing by telling her 'As for the soreness, I think you might have a different opinion of it, tomorrow.'
'Why?'
'Ever ridden a horse?'
'Yeah.'
'Remember what it felt like, the next day?'
'Yeah – uh-oh. You mean I might feel like that, tomorrow?'
'It's a very distinct possibility that you'll experience a similar effect, if in a different place or two.' – that earned me a mild blush, from BOTH of them, interestingly – 'If you do, I think your best bet would be to work it off – and no, not that way!' I teased.
Kelly nodded her understanding, and said 'Well, from the way I feel right now, I don't know that I'd want a repeat any time soon, anyway.
Later, certainly, but not soon!'
Jan was looking at me during that, clearly amazed at the reports of what I'd done with – and to – Kelly. Surprisingly, though, there didn't seem to be the slightest trace of jealousy or regret. If anything, I thought I detected a bit of envy, but certainly nothing more than that.
Turning to Jan, I said 'Jan, I expect that Kelly has already said it, but I wanted to thank you, too, for keeping Leo and John occupied this afternoon. It let Kelly and I have the time we needed to make her first time more pleasant and enjoyable; and if she hasn't already, she has my permission to tell you why*I* was grateful for the opportunity, as well.' Here, they both flushed slightly, telling me that there weren't many secrets between them, if any at all – obviously, Kelly had repeated what I'd said about wanting to make up for my youthful ignorance.
Jan smiled at me, and said 'It's okay, Uncle Dan. Someday, I'm going to want it to happen to me, too – well, maybe not ALL of it – and I hope that when it happens, the person is as good with me as you were with Kelly. And I want to thank you for all you've done for me, and for Kelly. I know she's told you what she wants to, but I wanted you to know that I appreciate you helping my very best friend, too.'
That said, they both got up, and moved toward me. With Kelly holding back a bit, Jan reached me first, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips while she held my face in her hands. When the kiss broke, I could see the love in her eyes, and smiled to her, and told her 'I love you, Jan.' She nodded, and stood up, moving to the side a bit so Kelly could move in. Kelly, too, kissed me softly on the lips, but put her hands on my chest. When she drew back, I saw love in her eyes, as well, and she told me 'Thanks for a very special first time, Dan. I'll always cherish the memories of it.'
'You're welcome, Kelly. You'll always hold a special place in my heart and thoughts.'
Standing, Kelly moved back, and together, they headed toward Jan's room, where I heard the door close a bit later.
Tired, and amazingly content, I lay back down, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
After my experience with Kelly, both girls were more than happy to spend time together; and particularly with me. I continued to pull Responsible Adult Figure duty for Paul when he was out of town on business trips, though now mostly for the sake of the boys, Leo and John, than for Jan.
At my suggestion, she'd started talking to Paul about some of the things that were going on in her life, at school, and so on; the result was that he'd come to learn that she had a pretty good head on her shoulders, and had a lot of maturity for her age (which, of course, I could easily have verified, if not for fear that Paul would kill me if he ever found out how I'd learned it!). With her increased freedom and responsibilities, Jan had flourished, and shown that she could handle it, and each time she did, earned herself a bit more freedom, and so on.
The trick was that Paul trusted Jan to be responsible for herself; he didn't figure she was quite up to handling her brothers, as well – no matter how well behaved they were (most of the time).
For her part, Kelly asked a couple of times if we could get together again, but I'd always begged off on the excuse of work, or other plans.
Not that I wouldn't have enjoyed it, mind you, but I was determined not to do anything with Kelly that could conceivably hurt Jan.
So it was that several times, I'd be at Paul's place, with the boys involved in various nearby athletic events (usually at the park a couple blocks away), with Jan and Kelly keeping me company – usually snuggled up next to me on the couch in the den, watching a movie. With spring in full bloom, and easing it's way into summer, the girls were almost invariably dressed in shorts (or short skirts) and lightweight tops (tank tops or T-shirts). The result was that it was always easy for me to caress a smooth, firm thigh or hold a firm, braless breast. They usually had a hand inside my shirt tickling my chest hairs or just laying on a pectoral muscle, or on my thigh (and if one or both was frisky, holding or caressing my penis through my pants).
One memorable evening, we were sitting there, watching'9 1/2 Weeks'
(they usually chose the movie, a medium-to-hard 'R') when Kelly looked up at me and asked straight out if she could spend the 4th of July holiday with me – at MY place.
When she said that, Jan looked up, and asked, 'Yeah, Uncle Dan! That's a good idea! Kelly's folks will be gone on a cruise for a week, and she'll be home alone. If she could stay with you a couple days, she wouldn't be so lonely at home. And I know she wants to spend some more 'private' time with you!'
Why did I get the feeling that the whole thing had been orchestrated?
After a bit of badgering, and a little negotiation, I finally capitulated, and agreed – but only after satisfied that Jan really was okay with the idea of Kelly and I being alone together. As much fun as Kelly was, Jan was my best friends daughter, and as much a daughter to me as if she'd been mine. Not in any size, way, shape, or form would I knowingly or willingly do anything to hurt her, in any way.
With that settled, the girls shared a look, and we went back to watching the movie – though the girls and I were soon molesting each other more than usual.
Between the time that Jan and Kelly ambushed me about letting Kelly stay with me during the 4th of July holidays and the time of the event, Jan reassured me several times that she was fine with it, without any questioning or prompting by me (or, to my knowledge, Kelly). She and Kelly had been best friends for nearly two thirds of their young lives, and knew each other about as well as two people could. I trusted that Jan was sincere, and knew what she was saying, but have to admit that the reassurance made me feel better.
Soon enough, it was the start of the holiday – and as agreed, Kelly turned up at my door late in the afternoon. A few months older than Jan, she already had her license, and her parents – ever willing to spend money on her, rather than time with her – had bought her a shiny new VW
Beetle for her birthday, in her choice of a bright yellow. When *I'd* asked her what she wanted for her birthday, Kelly had told me that I'd already given it to her, the afternoon we'd had together – enthusing that it had been the best present she'd gotten, ever, from anyone (which made me feel rather pleased with myself for several days).
After I'd let her in, she seemed a bit nervous, but still comfortable about the situation. I got her something to drink – a beer, at her request – and we chatted for a bit, during which time she said that she'd parked around the corner a bit, so that anyone seeing her car might think that it wasn't her car. I pointed out that it was as likely to be towed or stolen left out like that, and said that she was more than willing to park it in my driveway; or, if she was worried about getting me in trouble, in my garage. She agreed, and having had only a few sips of her beer, I was willing to let her get it, after she said she'd rather park it in the garage. So, a couple minutes later, I had the garage
