Close knit family

Still, we were 'older folks', and the late hour and exercise finally began to take its toll on us.

When Teresa suggested that we get home before the girls phoned us in as missing persons, I agreed. On the drive home, she sat next to me with her hand on my leg, while I had my arm around her. As we got close to the house, Teresa told me 'I had a great time tonight, Ted… the best I've had in, oh, forever. I'd have been happy just with that trip to the salon — but to not only get this dress, but the necklace the girls got me, and then have a night out like this… well, you've made this the best birthday I've had in a long, long time. I just want you to have some idea of how very happy you've made me tonight.'

I spared her a quick kiss to the cheek before telling her 'I'm glad to do it. You do so much — not just for me, but the girls, too — that you deserve at least this much happiness.'

By then, we'd reached the street where we lived, and it wasn't until I'd parked the car and both of us were on the way to the door that either of us said anything. She stopped in the shadow of a small fir in the front yard, and when I stopped and turned to look at her, she told me 'Ted, ever since you got here, I've wished to hell that I'd been the one that could have gone to college instead of my ditz sister — so that maybe it could have been me that met you, instead of her.

Then maybe both of us could have had a happy life together all this time, instead of both of us going through all the crap that we have. I can tell that you like me, and that you're happy to be in the house with us. I know the girls have to be watching for us after they heard the car pull in, and I want us to have a little privacy when I tell you that I like you, too… a lot.'

With that, she reached up and pulled my head down to give me a kiss — one that made it amply clear that when she'd said 'a lot', she'd meant it. I put my hands on her hips to steady her as our kiss lengthened; when it intensified and she began pressing herself against me, I moved them to her ass, pulling her closer as our mouths opened so that we could touch tongues for the first time ever. Even as we were checking out each others tonsils, I could feel her bust pressing into my chest while my hands squeezed the surprisingly firm globes of her ass. Several seconds later, at almost the same time, both of us realized that we were moving pretty fast and had better break it up. As Teresa was getting her dress smoothed out again, I told her 'I'm sorry, Teresa. I guess I really shouldn't have done that.'

I heard her laugh softly before answering 'It wasn't just you, Ted. I'm the one that damn near dragged you down to the ground so I could kiss you, in the first place!'

With both of us looking presentable, Teresa took my arm, and neither of us said anything else as we made our way into the house. In the living room, all three of the girls were so obviously being casual as they watched TV that Teresa and I had to share an amused smile. Turning to where they were plainly just lounging, Teresa told them 'Okay, it's time for you three to get to bed. You've got time to say good night to Ted if you hurry…'

In just a couple of minutes, all three of the girls and I had made our good nights. As we watched the last of them disappear down the hall, Teresa turned to me and said 'I really am sorry about what happened outside, Ted. But I meant every word I told you, too — not just then, but in the car, about how happy you made me tonight.'

Looking into her eyes, I assured her 'And I meant what I said, too.', before giving her a brief, soft, and loving kiss on the lips. I couldn't fathom what I saw in her expression and eyes when I pulled my head back; after wishing her pleasant dreams, I turned and went downstairs. I didn't get to sleep as quickly as I would have liked — I couldn't forget how nice Teresa's body had felt next to mine, and how pretty she'd looked while we'd been dancing…

I'd gotten home early one afternoon after getting a project finished, and was sitting upstairs with the girls watching a local TV station's 'Dialing for Dollars' movie. Donna was next to me, with Karen sitting in a chair while Wendy lay on the floor. When the program took a break, Wendy got up and started down the hall — apparently for a bathroom visit; moments later, Karen announced she was hungry and was going to fix herself a snack, then went into the kitchen. After a bit, Donna asked me 'Would you do something for me, Uncle Ted?'

Figuring she just needed a ride someplace, or wanted me to take her to the mall, I asked 'What's that, sweetheart?'

'I know that sometimes boys and girls, they, uh, do things to each other… with their, um, mouths. When you helped Karen, I saw that your fingers were shiny from her being wet inside and that you licked her off of them. You even looked like you liked it, even. I thought about that, and the other part, about boys and girls using their mouths on each other; and I was hoping that you would let me find out what that's like, too. Not just you doing it to me, either — I… I'd want to learn how to make you feel good, too.'

Okay, I'll admit that I have my dense times, too — it took a few seconds for me to really understand that she wanted to find out what it was like when somebody (me!) ate her pussy, and start learning how to perform oral sex (again, with me).

While there was a desire to agree immediately, I couldn't forget the fact that I'd never done anything with her or her sisters that had involved my genitals. Sure, I'd seen all three of them naked, and had my hands on all three, and all over the older two (and even helped them have orgasms, more than once) — but they'd never seen ME naked (to the best of my knowledge, anyway), or had any kind of contact with me. The other things I'd done with them had been

'helping'; if any of them did anything physical like that with me, then there wasn't any denying that our activity was 'sexual'. It may have been a relatively small point, but it was still a line that I was extremely reluctant to cross.

Looking over at her, I told Donna 'That's something that I think is a lot more serious and important that anything else we've done, honey. I'm going to have to think about it first, okay?'

She didn't seem overly concerned by my response, and told me 'I know, Uncle Ted. Karen and me, we've noticed that you do stuff with us, but we never do anything with you; so I figured that this was something where you wouldn't be able to give me an answer right away. But I really am sure I want to try it, and with you, 'cause I know it'd be okay.'

With that, she simply turned her attention back to where the host was reaching into the revolving drum to pull out the name and phone number of some lucky viewer.

After the movie ended, all three of them went back to their rooms to take care of whatever homework and studying they had. I stayed in the living room, my thoughts on what to do about Donna's request.

I was still sitting there when Teresa got home without my noticing; it wasn't until she sat down in

'her' chair that I noticed her. When I turned to look at her, she'd apparently noticed that I'd been a little (!) preoccupied and simply asked 'One of the girls?'

I nodded, and had barely gotten my mouth open to say something when she interrupted to tell me

'Ted, I don't need to know what it is. I don't care what it is that whichever one of them wants from you. I've already told you — I trust you not to let things go too far with any of them, and I know that you'd never do anything to hurt them. The way you looked when I got home, I have to figure that it's something serious; but I still believe that you'll do the right thing. All I'm really going to say to you is this — that whatever it is she wants, it's a pretty safe bet that it's something that she'll need or want sooner or later, anyway. If she gets whatever it is from you, then you've got some control over the how and when and why of it, and can make sure everything is okay. I don't doubt that you don't like it, whatever it is; but that's part of raising kids — setting aside your worries and fears and all that, so that you can take care of their needs.'

Hearing that from her, my first thought was that I wasn't raising them… then had to admit to myself that I was. Not as much as the full-time job it was for Teresa, but that I was having an impact on them was undeniable. Shortly after that, I had to face the fact that I hadn't been particularly serious or responsible about it, either; I was fine with dealing with the fun and easy things that came up, but not so good at it the rest of the time — the infrequent need to discipline one of them I'd always pushed off onto Teresa, instead of taking care of it when and where it was appropriate. She'd even told me that she'd rather have me punish them, since she didn't believe in wait-til-your-father-gets-home. Remembering that got me started on recalling a lot of the other things she'd said to me — not just since I'd moved in, but before; and that started me really thinking about what Donna had asked of me.

My reverie was interrupted by Wendy coming in and kissing me on the cheek to get my attention, then telling me supper was ready. When I sat down at the table, all three of the girls looked at me oddly — and continued to