Close knit family

attention as Karen said 'I was glad to hear you tell me that I could come to visit or talk to you any time. Yeah, Donna told us you said it was okay for us to come down here, and all that, but I really wasn't sure. It isn't anything you've said or done, Uncle Ted, it's just me — I have a hard time believing that it's okay for me to do things, sometimes. And the bigger and more important it is to me, the tougher it is… and… and except for Mom, you're the most important and specialest thing in my life, ever. I didn't think you'd get mad at me, or be upset, or anything like that; I just didn't want to, you know, bother you. I'm so used to people paying attention to Donna or Wendy that sometimes it feels like if I want or need something, I'd be getting in the way of the person taking care of one of them. But when you told me, yourself, that you love me, and that you'd like it if I was with you… that made it okay, because you've never lied to me about anything, so if you tell me that you like it when I'm with you, then I know you're telling the truth; and that if you say it's okay for me to come and visit, I know that it really is. And talking to you like this… it feels good, knowing that you aren't going to get upset with me, and that you understand, at least a little bit, what it's like for me, being in the middle.'

After taking a deep breath, she continued by telling me 'I think maybe I'm as pretty as Donna'

— 'Not 'maybe'… you are.' I informed her — 'even though my tits aren't as big as hers, and I don't have as much hair as she does, yet. But I see how much difference there is between me and Wendy, and I know it'll be okay when I'm grown up. Donna has started talking to me more about the stuff she learns, and what she's thinking and feeling and everything, and that's nice. But it's when I'm with you that I feel the best inside — you know, happy and everything; because when it's you and me, I know I don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed for not knowing things; or for the different things I feel in my heart, and my body. And the way that you pay attention to me when we're together feels so good, and nice, because you only talk to me about me, and not Donna or Wendy. When we do things together, you know, touching and everything… you're always so patient and gentle with me; I know you do it because you love me, and want to make me happy, and you're always so careful not to do anything to hurt me, or make me afraid. I'm always so happy when you include me in stuff — or at least let me know that it's okay if I want to do it, too. Like last weekend, when you said it was okay for me to stay and see what happened when you squirted your juice; I thought I just wanted to see what it was like when a guy's penis gets hard, but once we got started, I realized that I wanted to see that part, too. I don't think that Donna would have told me to leave, but when you invited me to stay, then it made me feel like I was doing something special, too, like Donna was. I knew it wasn't going to be as much, but I didn't want it to be — that little bit extra was fine.'

I kissed the top of her head, and when she raised it to look at me, I could see the smile on her face that let me know she liked what I'd done. After she put her head back down, she told me

'That's something else that you do that tells me how much you love me, and that I'm important to you — the way you give me kisses like you just did, and pat me on the butt, and things like that.'

She paused for a moment, then said 'Sometimes, it would be nice if you did other stuff, too. I know you don't want to push me to do anything, and I like that; but if you wanted to do other things like we've already done, then it would be okay if you went first. I didn't say anything about it to you before because I didn't want to feel like I was bothering you; but since you told me it's okay to talk to you, and tell you things, and all that… well, I just want you to know it's okay with me if you wanted to do something like put your hand on my boob, instead of waiting for ME to put it there for you. I know you aren't going to hurt me, or start just… grabbing at me all the time, so it's okay. Like I told you, it's nice sitting next to you, 'cause you make me feel warm and happy; and if you're the one to touch me first, then I know that you're happy I'm there, and that you haven't forgotten about me.'

I waited a bit, but it didn't seem that there was anything else she wanted to say. I gave her a gentle hug, and asked 'Are you feeling better now, honey?'

'Yeah — lots better, Uncle Ted.'

I reached down to give her little tush a soft pat before I told her 'I'm glad, dear. I love you, and it makes me feel good when you do.'

We stayed like that for a few more minutes before she told me 'I think I'm ready to go to sleep now, Uncle Ted. It's nice having you hold me like this, but I'm starting to feel sleepy, now.'

After giving her another hug, I answered 'Of course, dear.', and released her from my arms. She eased herself off of me, then moved to lay on her side — and looked back at me expectantly.

Smiling, I rolled over and got myself spooned against her again — including putting my arm around her and holding her breast in my hand. She put her hand on top of mine, and told me 'I love you, Uncle Ted, and it feels nice to be here like this with you.'

I raised up enough to tilt my head far enough to nibble on her ear a little bit, causing her to giggle and scrunch her shoulder, before softly telling her 'I love you, too, sweetheart; and I like being able to hold you.'

Once my head was back on my pillow, I heard her release a happy sigh. Some time later, both of us were asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, it was to discover that I had a full-fledged erection — and that it was neatly tucked along the crack of Karen's warm, firm ass. I couldn't tell if she was still asleep or not, so I started trying to carefully get my arm from around her so that I could move away from her a little. When I got my hand off her breast and out of her gentle grip, I wasn't prepared when I heard her tell me 'It's okay, Uncle Ted — you can leave your hand there if you want.'

'I know, honey, but I have to move a little bit.'

I could hear the humor in her voice when she asked 'Why? Because your erection is on my butt?'

'Well, yeah…'

I heard her soft laugh before she told me 'I don't mind, Uncle Ted. I know you aren't going to do anything to me, and it actually feels kinda nice. You don't have to move because of me.'

From what she'd said, and the tone of her voice, I got the distinct impression that she actually liked having my hard cock resting against her ass — and would be disappointed if I moved away from her. Well, she'd said it was okay, and it did feel good holding her…

I kissed her shoulder, and eased my hand back under hers so that I could cup her breast again. As we lay there, I heard her tell me 'I woke up a couple of times last night, I guess because I'm not used to sharing a bed with anybody; but as soon as I knew it was you holding me, it was okay — I felt warm and safe with you like this, and I fell asleep again real easy.'

'I'm glad you felt that way, sweetheart. I liked it, too.'

'Except when you found out your penis was hard, and on my butt!', she teased.

'I'll have you know that I liked that, too, young lady. I just wanted to move a little bit, was all.'

She just laughed again before answering 'Okay, Uncle Ted.', her tone letting me know that she didn't believe that excuse any more than she would anything else I came up with.

Eventually, slowly, my cock returned to its normal flaccid state — despite Karen's occasionally wriggling her ass against it. To my own amusement, I found that I was both relieved, and disappointed.

A bit later, Karen told me 'I think it's close to time for breakfast, so we should probably get up.'

'Yeah, I suppose so…', I agreed, followed by her soft laugh at my feigned reluctance. She scooted away from me, then stood up next to the bed, before telling me 'Come on, Uncle Ted.

You'll feel better after a shower, and when you have some coffee in you.'

I looked at her, not entirely sure that I was understanding what she was getting at. After a moment, I finally just asked outright 'Are you saying you want to take a shower with me?'

The look I got from her let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I was being particularly dense as she answered 'Of course I am. Unless you don't want me to…', the last part with a tone that made it clear she knew better.

Smiling, I told her 'Okay… for you, I'll get out of bed.', drawing another small laugh from her.

A few moments later, I was standing next to her; she calmly took me by the hand and led the way into the bathroom, then got the water started in the shower — ignoring the way my hands were playing with her cute ass. Once both of us were inside, she was meticulous about getting me clean, and amused by how thorough I was in tending to her. Both of us had rinsed off when she surprised me by taking hold of my cock — and began to stroke it. My conscience demanded that I ask 'Are you sure you want to do that,