Jan

'Foo. Libraries suck. All those books, and no cross-reference worth a hoot.'

'What are you trying to find out?'

'Oh, I'm just doing some research.'

'Want to use one of my computers, and do a search on the net?', I asked.

'Yeah, that would probably work better.'

I got up, and we went into my office. There, I brought up a web browser on one of my computers, and got Jan started on it. I hung around a few moments, but she said 'Um, Uncle Dan? Can you leave me alone while I do this? It's kind of, well, personal.'

Though surprised, I readily agreed, and left her to it, heading back into the family room to read a book and listen to some music.

A couple of hours later, I had Mabel connect me with her. It turned out that she was ready for supper, and hungry for pizza. I ordered it, and let her know when it finally turned up. When she joined me in the family room, she'd brought us a couple of drinks; together, we sat down to watch a little TV as we ate.

When we'd finished, and cleaned things up a bit, Jan came back in to sit next to me on the couch. I could tell that she had something on her mind, so turned off the TV, and just sat there, my arm around her until she was ready.

We sat like that for a while, with a little music playing softly while she got her thoughts in order. After perhaps an hour, Jan finally squirmed around a bit, so that she was facing me a bit more, and pulled my arm around so she could hold my hand in her lap. Looking at her, I could see that she definitely had something on her mind, She started to speak a couple of times, and when nothing came out, got mildly disgusted with herself. I patted her on the knee, and told her 'It's okay, Jan. I know something is on your mind, but there's no hurry. Take your time, think about what you want to say, and when you're ready, I'll be right here, ready to listen.'

She smiled at me then looked down into her lap for a few moments before looking up again, and saying 'Uncle Dan, there's something I want to ask you, but I'm not sure how.'

'Would it be easier if you gave me some idea of what you want to ask me is about?'

'Um, it's about us making love.'

'Okay, that narrows it down. What is it that you want to know, or should I say, ask?'

'I, uh, was thinking about what Kelly told me you did with her, and you did something with her that I thought that I, um, might want to try, too.'

'Jan, please, please don't think that just because I do – or don't do – something with Kelly, you should follow her example. Make your

OWN choices, based on what you want.'

'That's exactly what I'm doing; or trying to do. It's just that it's something you kinda did with me, and really did with Kelly. It's what I went to the library for, a little, and spent so much time on the Internet about this'

That was enough to give me an idea of where this was going, and what she wanted, but wanted to make sure I was right.

'So what is it, then?'

'Um, you know before, when you put your finger in my, uh, butt?'

'Yeah.'

'Well, I think I'd like to try having you, you know, put 'something more' there, too.'

Yup. I was right. She wanted to try anal sex.

'I'm not going to ask if you're sure; I know you wouldn't bring it up if you weren't. If that's what you want to do, then we can do it – or, at least, give it a try.'

She smiled at me, saying 'I kinda wanted to try it tonight, if we could.

That way, if it, um, makes me sore, I still have time to get over it before Daddy gets home in a couple days.'

'Somehow, I didn't think you wanted to wait for your birthday.', I teased, adding 'Tonight it is, then. But of course, we're going to take our time, and kind of ease into it, so you have plenty of time to change your mind or get ready for it, right?'

'You better believe it!'

'Well, let's go ahead and get comfortable, maybe catch a little TV -yes, you can pick the movies! – and see where it goes.'

I got up and went into the bedroom to get undressed while Jan figured out what she wanted to watch and got something going on the TV. A couple minutes later, she joined me, and we had a brief bit of fun 'helping' each other before heading back into the family room – after each made detours to the bathroom, where I grabbed a small jar of petroleum jelly I kept around.

Back in the family room, we opted for floor in front of the couch, as much for comfort as anticipated need. I sat down, leaning back against the couch, with my knees drawn up slightly. Jan parked herself between them, leaning back against me, my arms around her, resting on her lower belly. As the evening began, so did our caresses; as time went on, those caresses intensified, and as the caresses intensified, so did our arousal. It didn't take long before what was on the screen mattered less than what was right next to us; we'd gone from sitting up, Jan in front of me, to laying down next to each other.

With Jan on her back, I laid on my side, propped on my arm. As I softly kissed varying places on her face – with frequent stops at her lips – I used my other hand to softly caress and stroke any part of her body I could reach: from her neck to her pelvis, no part of her skin I could reach was safe from my touch. Even the ultra fine hairs around her navel were subjected to my feather light touch. As my ministrations progressed, Jan's responses changed from accepting to insistent to demanding. When I kissed her, our lips parted, and we tentatively touched tongues – and then quickly progressed to dueling with them, and exploring each other's molars. As we did, I moved my focus to her breasts, placing my hand over them, then slowly pulling it away as I drew my fingertips – ever so lightly – from her chest to her nipples, which I grasped lightly and pulled to full erection. For her part, Jan started dragging her fingernails up my thighs, from near my knee up to just short of my scrotum – then from my chest to just short of my pubic hair; the effect was to excite me, getting me semi-erect.

Gradually, our lips parted, leaving me free to extend the range of my kisses, starting with her throat. Starting with feather-light kisses, I gradually increased the pressure, and added to it by parting my lips so I could apply small, soft suction to her skin before withdrawing my lips to move on to the next spot – usually very near. I moved slowly, kissing and gently lip-biting her wherever I moved. She had changed the way she was touching me; the range of her strokes was the same, but they were starting closer to, and finishing at, my penis and testicles. Indeed, her touch was enough to get me hard, and keep me that way, without it being painful or 'overly' stimulating. Only when I moved down slightly, to focus my attention on her breasts, did she cease her efforts and allow me to do with her as I wished.

What I wished was to suckle at her nipples, as though a child; first one, then the other was the focus of my attentions. I delighted in the taste of her skin: ever so slightly salty, but fresh. As I nursed at her breasts, she put her hands on my head, softly guiding me to where she felt the need or desire for my oral ministrations. Along with the efforts of my mouth and lips and tongue, I used a hand to caress her thighs, which she readily spread for me, allowing me ready access to the smoothest of the smooth: their delicate, sensitive insides, warm and soft on the outside, but with the firmness of her sports-toned muscles underneath. Now it was MY turn to use my touch to tease her: using the same types of strokes on her thighs and belly as she had with me, knee to groin, waist and hips and navel to pubic hair, always bypassing my ultimate target. In very little time, I could feel the heat radiating from the center of her womanhood, and the heady aroma of her arousal began to tickle my nose. Still, I managed to maintain my slow pace as I increased the area of her anatomy that I savored. After kissing her lips, ever so softly, I traced her jaw line with the tip of my tongue, then traced a line from just under her ear, down her neck to her shoulder, then across her collarbone. I next visited the hollow of her throat, and then on to the other shoulder, back across her other collar to the other ear, taking it's lobe between my teeth and softly 'chewing' it briefly. Then down to the area between her breasts, by way of her throat again, and on to tracing figure eight's with my tongue around her breasts, in ever-decreasing circles so that I ultimately reached the twin peaks of her erect areolas and hardened nipples.

From going in straight lines between the crinkled peaks of her mounds, I gradually developed an arc that included her navel, as well, pausing there on each pass to circle, and dip into, it. With the new waypoint established, I gradually lowered the end points of the arc, until I was moving from hip to navel to hip. Then it was