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couple inches around.'

'And this actually fits inside a woman?'

'Yeah, it really does – at least when I get the chance to check.

Understand that a woman stretches inside, so she can accept almost any size penis.'

'You mean something like this could fit inside me?'

'Well, not right away, it couldn't; first you would have to be sexually aroused…'

'I guess!'

'And then you would have to break your hymen, so that the entire penis could get inside you. The best bet would be to put only a little of it in at a time, so that you didn't have to stretch everyplace at once, which might hurt.'

'I'll bet. So what IS the easiest way for a woman to take a man the first time?'

'That would be if the man were to lay down, like I am, and let the woman be over him. She could get herself positioned right, and the let herself sit down on it slowly. Then, if she felt uncomfortable or any pain, she could stop until she was ready again. In fact, if she needed to, she could raise and lower herself several times, so that the wetness inside her helped lubricate the man's penis, just like you had to move your finger in and out several times before you could touch your hymen.'

'Yeah, I can understand that.'

She continued like that – gently rubbing me, holding and weighing and caressing my balls, deliberately brushing her breasts against me, for several more minutes before she was finally satisfied. When she was done, she let go of me, and looked up at be before asking, 'Are you going to be okay?'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean, you don't have to climax now or anything do you?'

'No, I don't have to climax or anything. Just like you get sexually aroused sometimes, without having a climax, men do to. It's just that with us, it's a bit more obvious.'

'Try a lot more obvious!' she laughed.

'Anyway, it's perfectly normal for a man to get an erection without having to have sex. If it's left alone for a bit, it will go back to it's regular size, and everything will be fine.'

'What does regular size mean?'

'Well, you remember when you used to give Leo and John baths? And how their penises would get small when they were wet or cold?'

'Yeah.'

'It's like that, only sized different because I'm a grown man.'

'Okay, I understand.'

With that, she was content to sit there and watch as my erect penis slowly deflated to normal. When it was finally done, she looked at me, and smiled, and said 'Thanks, Uncle Dan. I've learned a lot tonight, and I've got you to thank for it.'

'I hope you won't take this the wrong way, Trouble, but it was my pleasure.' – which earned me a laugh at the joke.

With that, we both got up, and put our robes on. Jan turned to me and reminded me that she owed me a hug – which I promptly accepted. I have to say that it was one of the most endearing, affectionate, and loving hugs I could remember getting in a long time. When we separated, she kissed me on the cheek, and told me 'Thanks again, Uncle Dan. It's nice to know that I have somebody that will talk to me like I've actually got a brain, and will explain and show things to me when I have a question or problem.'

I hugged her again, and kissed her on her forehead, telling her that she would always be special to me.

She smiled up at me, and told me goodnight before heading off to bed. I went back into the bathroom, put on my clothes, and made myself comfortable on the couch, so there would be someone there when she got up and the boys got home in the morning.

Over the next few weeks, Paul was kept pretty busy with a serious increase in business. Somehow, though, he always managed to spend time with the kids. The third week in July, we all celebrated Jan's 15th birthday. I bought her a gold friendship bracelet, with 15 diamond chips. It wasn't expensive (I'd talked it over with Paul), but after the paid-for driving lessons her dad gave her, she seemed to think it was the greatest thing she'd ever gotten. As a result, she wore it almost constantly. She told me few days later that all of her friends were jealous of it, and that several had openly wished that they had somebody to give them something like that.

Also about that time, there was an increase in the number of road trips that Paul had to make – an increase that lasted over half way through August. As a result, he and I were both hard-pressed to make sure that his kids always had somebody they could turn to if there were any problems. But we managed, and the kids seemed to understand the problem, and tried to keep the number of requests and problems to a minimum.

Still, I was spending nearly as much time at Paul's place as I was my own – sometimes 4 or 5 days in a row, usually over weekends. And each time I was there, Jan seemed to find some way or excuse to show herself off to me: wearing a too-large T-shirt and leaning over to tell me something, so that I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra; making sure that I 'caught' her as she went from the bathroom to her bedroom after a shower when she wasn't wearing her robe; wearing a short skirt one evening while we were all watching TV, and curling her leg under herself so that I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Each time, she'd look me right in the eye while she did it, and all I would do was smile at her, and give her a wink in recognition.

The most memorable, though, was when she called out to me from the bathroom, claiming that she didn't have a towel – and would I bring her one? I pretty much expected to get a view, but not to the degree that I did: after knocking on the bathroom door, and told to enter, I started to leave the towel where she could easily see it. Instead, she calmly got out of the shower, buck naked, right there in front of me. Smiling at me, she raised her arms over her head and got up on her toes, and did a slow pirouette for me, letting me have a good look at everything she had: smooth skin, nicely curved hips, firm bust, taut belly, and a tight little ass. She smiled even more when she saw my involuntary response in my bulging jeans. I left the towel on the counter, and tried to make my escape, but she had other plans – grabbing me around my waist and giving me a hug, while pressing her breasts into my chest and her pelvis into my erection. As much as I wanted more, I controlled myself, and simply hugged her in return, and rubbed my hands up and down her back, from shoulders to waist – careful to stay away from anything too intimate.

When she finally let me go, she looked up at me with a strange look on her face, and simply said 'Thanks, Uncle Dan.' I wasn't quite sure if she was thanking me for the towel, the hug, or rubbing her back – and was too chicken to find out.

It was also during these trips that I finally realized that I had an idea of where she was in her sex education by the questions that she would ask me when we were alone. She never asked anything overtly sexual, thankfully, but from the questions she did ask, and how often she asked them, I could tell that she was still learning about things, but not being fanatical about it. Apparently, she was taking it easy in what she was looking up, and trying to make sure she understood something before moving on to a different topic.

Fortunately, the end of August saw things slow down for Paul, so that he finally had the opportunity to spend some real time with the kids, and get them ready for the start of school. I was careful to stay away for a while, so that I didn't intrude or interfere with his time with them.

With the start of school, things quickly settle back into a routine that we were all familiar with.

A couple of weeks into the school year, Jan announced that she wanted to take part in a science project that several of the other kids were participating in. Paul and I were both mildly surprised at this, since she'd never shown any interest in such things before, but he readily agreed to her request.

Over the next week or so, more and more details of the project became available, and it quickly became obvious that she was going to need some fairly hefty (for a 10th grader) technical information and resources.

Paul was about as un-technical as they come, and it didn't take long for me to become the semi-resident science and technology guru for her. She was spending a lot of her own time doing research and performing some of the tests and experiments that were needed, but it was also necessary for me to spend a considerable amount of time with her, explaining things, and just generally making sure she didn't blow herself up or get electrocuted or anything.

It was during these times, while we were waiting for something to happen, that she would continue talking to me about some of the things that she'd learned in her sex ed studies, and ask the occasional question, or even tell