you, and how much you care for me and everything. I mean, I always knew you loved me and all that-I just didn't really know how much until last night and today.'
'Em, I've always loved you, and I always will-no matter what. Sometimes you've done things I haven't liked, but I never stopped loving you because of them. Last night, when I told you that I wasn't going to do anything with you, I did that because I do love you so much: the last thing in the world I'd ever want to do would be anything that would hurt you, and I was worried that us being together like that would hurt you-not just physically, but maybe in your heart and mind, too. But after you told me everything you did to make sure that you really were ready to give someone your virginity… well, I realized that you've started to grow up, and that you're not the little girl that used to pee in my lap when I held you.'
She giggled at the last part before asking 'Does that mean that it's okay now if I want us to be together and do things?'
Knowing I wasn't going to like all of what I was letting myself in for, I answered 'Yes, that's what it means. Up to a point, anyway. I'm your uncle and older than you are, so it wouldn't be right for us to do things together too much, though-you still need to go out with guys your own age and all the rest of that, okay?'
'Of course, Uncle Dave. I know I can't be, like, your girlfriend or anything. I don't mean I want us to be together every time I'm here, or that I want it to happen all the time, or anything. Just sometimes.'
I turned my head to give the top of hers a kiss before answering 'That'd be fine, Em', and hearing her contented sigh in return.
After that, the two of us were fine with just laying there, and eventually fell asleep. After a brief nap, we went back into the living room to watch TV.
We didn't have sex again the rest of the time Freddie and Mike were out of town, though Emma spent the remaining nights sharing my bed.
Over the course of the next few months, there were several more occasions where Em stayed with me for an evening or overnight. Only a couple of times did she want us to have sex again, though she was fairly adamant about me having my hand on one of her breasts whenever that was possible. She was also insistent about sleeping in my bed, whether anything happened between us or not.
I was over at Freddie's and Mike's house one Saturday for a cookout when they told me that they'd gotten notification that they'd won first prize for some contest that had been run while they were at Mike's conference: a week-long cruise for two along Baja Mexico. On learning they'd won, the first thing they'd done had been try to see if there was any way to include Emma, such as paying the difference between the trip they'd won and what they'd need to bring her. To everyone's dismay, the cruises were invariably fully booked months in advance, and they had only a limited time during which they could use their prize. Despite her great disappointment at not being able to go, Emma had been quite clear that Mike and Freddie should still go and have some time just to themselves. As they explained to me, their regret at not being able to include Emma was only slightly outweighed by their desire to do just as she said they should. And, of course, that left them with the question of what to do with Emma-and the most obvious answer: me. I didn't even wait for them to ask (or even finish the story, really); I simply told them that if they had the chance to go on a second honeymoon cruise, then Em was staying with me. Period, end of sentence and discussion. The chances of anything happening between me and Emma didn't even enter my mind: I cared enough about them that I was willing to do whatever I could to ensure they got to go on their cruise.
They tried offering to pay me for the time, trouble, food, or whatever that keeping Emma for a week would cost me, but the look I gave them put an end to THAT subject in a big hurry. They were initially concerned about inconveniencing me, but eventually got past that when I kept answering their questions with 'whatever works for you two' or 'don't worry about it-just go '.
Needless to say, Emma's disappointment at not going was greatly dispelled when she learned that she'd be spending the week (and a couple of days, for getting there and back) with me.
Freddie and Mike got the arrangements made, and it worked out that they'd be taking their cruise just a couple of weeks after school let out. Knowing she'd be staying with me while they were gone made it easier for Emma to address their concerns about leaving her behind; it worked well enough that as it got closer to their departure date, they were actually visibly happy, and looking forward to the trip.
When it got to be time for them to leave, Emma and I were there to see them off; once they were gone, it was back to my place, where Em took a small overnight bag into her room. When she came out, I broke the news to her that I'd arranged to take some of my vacation time so that I'd be free to stay with her the entire time her parents were gone; then I went on to explain that it was up to her how much of my time we actually spent together. I didn't miss the smoky look Em got in her eyes in response.
The first couple of days, Em was perfectly content for the two of us to lounge around and casually molest each other between infrequent sexual encounters. With easy and nearly constant access to me, she quickly improved her fellatio skills; in return, she was equally willing to enjoy MY oral attentions. The couple of times that we actually had sex, it was affectionate and leisurely and left both of us thoroughly satisfied. And, of course, she shared my bed at night; I have to admit that waking up with her next to me invariably got my day started FAR better than it usually did.
The third day, I could tell that she was starting to get a little restless; that was when I surprised her by letting her know that it was okay if Becky wanted to come over-and even spend a couple of nights with us if her parents were okay with it. Emma brightened considerably at that, and after Becky's parents called to make sure I didn't mind having their daughter around for that long, Becky turned up late that afternoon with her own small bag. When I let her in, the first thing Becky did was to set her bag down and hug me as she thanked me for letting her come over. I told her I was glad to have her there, and the two of them quickly made their way back to Em's room. They stayed there for a couple of hours (to my relief, I'll admit) before coming out shortly before supper time. I wasn't AS surprised when both of them appeared completely nude.
They insisted on being the ones to make supper ('Just so you know how much we appreciate you letting me stay here so long', Becky informed me), and I didn't argue the matter: Emma was a good enough cook with the things she knew, and it spared me from having to eat my own cooking. Supper turned out to be cheeseburgers and fries, with small salads. After we finished eating, they dealt with cleaning up afterwards, too. The evening was spent watching movies on TV, the two of them snuggled into my sides with an arm pulled around them so I could cup a breast in each hand. When Becky saw what I was doing with Em's breast, she politely informed me that I was more than welcome to do the same with her-which I was more than willing to do. Nor was I disappointed when Becky calmly followed me into my bedroom, with Emma right behind her. I decided that there were much worse ways of falling asleep than by cuddling with two naked teenyboppers.
The next morning found all of us spooning with each other, and none of us felt any hurry to get out of bed. When we finally did, it was so we could have another tag-team shower like the one we'd enjoyed the first time Becky had spent the night. Afterwards, both declared their intention to stay naked all day, and bullied me into following their example. I was a bit reluctant to do so at first, until I remembered how I'd woken up with an erection tucked against Becky's cute little buns and her breast in my hand; figuring if she was okay with having my hard cock on her ass, she wouldn't have any problems with just seeing it if (when!) I began to respond to the sight of their lovely bodies, I didn't put up much of a fight.
I was surprised by how easy it was to spend the day with the two of them, considering the difference in our ages: we listened to what they claimed was music (making me realize with a shock how old I was), a couple of hours worth of nude sunbathing in my back yard, then some more music (they were fine with my preferred classical music), along with a few other things along the way. I did sprout a couple of erections, which drew a some rather lascivious looks from Em and protracted looks from Becky.
After supper (a delivered pizza that I had to get 'dressed' to accept), it was movie time again. I left the choice of what to watch up to them while I made a visit to the bathroom; when I got back, I wasn't surprised that they'd opted for something with an 'R' rating. What did surprise me was that it was a hard 'R' because it was essentially a soft porn movie. I didn't say anything about it, however, for a couple of reasons: first, I had said it was their choice; and second, I had to figure if they hadn't already seen or heard about the things that were likely to be in it, they probably should. Accordingly, I got myself seated on the couch; with Em and Becky laying on a blanket on the floor, I felt a certain amount of relief that I wasn't going to have to deal with a couple of worked up pubescent females focusing their attentions on ME.
Because it was such a thinly-veiled porno, it didn't take long for the people in it to be to the action-or for the action to happen at fairly frequent intervals. I watched the movie for a little bit before it simply got tiresome; that
