Close knit family

Karen?'

She just looked up at me, and answered 'Yeah, I'm sure.', before focusing on what she was doing to me again. Figuring that there were worse ways to start the day than by getting a hand job from a cute little teenybopper, I didn't say anything else — I just reached out and began playing with her breasts. Between the water-slippery feel of her firm mammaries, and the way she was stimulating me with her hands, it didn't take long at all before I was fully erect. When I was, she damn near stunned me by leaning over far enough to take the head of my erection between her lips as she continued stroking me. My first coherent thought was that my morning was getting off to an even better start than I'd first thought. Immediately after that, I realized that Karen had taken even more of me into her mouth, and was rubbing a VERY limber tongue along the bottom of my penis, and using the tip of it on the sensitive area right behind the head. As good as she was, I had to figure that she'd heard at least some of the details of what had happened between Donna and me — but that was something I'd have to think about later; just then, Karen had added some gentle suction to the mix, and I could feel myself moving right along toward blowing my load.

My first reflex was to try and fight it — to see if I couldn't hold out a little longer. Then I realized that she wouldn't be there, plainly doing her damnedest to get me off, if she didn't want me to do just that: get off. With that, I gave myself over to the pleasure she was giving me, and felt myself moving even faster and closer to emptying myself in her greedy, but oh-so-warm-and-talented mouth. It couldn't have been more than a couple more minutes before I had to warn her 'Karen!

I'm going to do it!'

Her sole reaction to my warning was to pull her head back so that only the end of my cock was between her lips; she continued suck on me as she slid her hand up and down my length. A few seconds more, and I was sure that the first shot of my cum would take the back of her head off. It didn't, and she continued her efforts as I made every effort to fill her mouth with my jism -

failing to do so only because the supply was less than the desire to give it to her.

When no more of my semen was forthcoming, she used her lips to milk the last couple of drops from me before swallowing what she'd collected. Standing up again, she gave me a self-satisfied smile before turning around and rinsing her mouth out with water from the shower. That accomplished, she faced me again, and reached out to make sure the water running off my body washed away any residue from what she'd done. Though not entirely steady on my feet, I managed to reach around her and get the shower turned off; she opened the door, and led the way out — then had me stand while she dried me off. When she was done, she simply handed me the towel, and I did the same for her… though I'll confess to gently molesting her a little bit in the process. After I'd hung the towel to dry, I asked 'What prompted that?'

She just gave me a pleased smile before saying 'I just wanted to do something special for you.

You've been so nice and everything about helping all of us that I figured it was time somebody did something to help you.'

'Well, you didn't have to do that' — 'I know! I wanted to…' — 'but it felt really good. Thank you.'

Pleased that she'd made me feel good, Karen took me by the hand again, and led the way in to where we'd left our clothes the night before. Both of us got dressed, and I got to watch her ass move as she led the way upstairs. When we got there, I saw that we were just in time — Teresa was putting the last of the food on the table as we walked in. She just looked at the two of us and said 'Perfect timing!' before taking her seat. Karen and I followed her example, paying no attention to the looks that we were getting from Donna and Wendy. A couple of minutes later, I glanced at each of them from the corner of my eye, to see what they thought about the fairly obvious fact that Karen had spent the night with me. Donna looked pleased, and Wendy seemed more surprised than anything else… neither of them showed any sign of jealousy or any other negative reaction. A look at Teresa was sufficient to let me know that she wasn't concerned about it in the slightest — Karen was plainly too happy for there to be anything wrong; that made everything else irrelevant.

Other than the entrance by me and Karen, the rest of breakfast went as usual, with plenty of happy chatter to accompany the good food. After my shower experience, I didn't need my morning coffee anywhere near as much.

Over the course of the next several weeks, I carefully began to make the changes the girls indicated that they'd like to see. If Karen or Donna were snuggled next to me, I was perfectly willing to put my hand on her breast if it would be comfortable, for example.

Shortly after my night with Karen, I got Wendy to spend an afternoon on my lap, just the two of us; while she was there, I let her know much the same things I'd said to her sisters, and got a pretty good idea of where SHE was in her mind about things. Though she was a bit shy at first, she wasn't nervous or afraid as I made it clear to her that I found her as attractive as her older sisters — and that I could help her with the emotions and physical sensations and feelings that she was having. She wasn't quite old enough to experience an orgasm, but I was able to help her learn that the 'funny feelings' she sometimes got could be resolved to her satisfaction. By the time she left, she was feeling appreciably better — in more ways than one.

All three of them were initially still a little hesitant about coming down to visit with me, but when I unfailingly welcomed them, the visits became more and more frequent. There were times when one of them would already be there when another came down; I left it up to them to work things out; they came up with using the door at the bottom of the stairs as a signal as to whether whoever was with me needed/wanted our time to be private — if the door was open, additional company was welcome; if not, then not. I think it worked because all of them were meticulous about not abusing it.

There were a few times when I had all three of them for company — and in varying states of (un)dress, such as Wendy naked on my lap on the couch, with Donna topless and tucked into my side, while a fully-dressed Karen held station in my recliner. On that occasion, Teresa came down to see if I knew where the girls had gotten off to; when she saw that they were with me and perfectly safe, she just gave me a smile before heading back upstairs. Neither Wendy nor Donna paid her any more notice than giving her a token greeting before returning their attention to the cheesy Sunday afternoon movie we'd been watching.

All three of them got to spend entire evenings alone with me, and Donna and Karen both spent the night with me a few times. Karen didn't repeat her shower wake up call efforts, but when we were in bed, she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to get my cock to some state of hardness (preferably completely) and get it wedged against her ass as we spooned. Donna didn't try to get me hard, but if it happened, she didn't mind in the least — and usually actually seemed pleased about it.

Donna and I also had a couple more very pleasant sessions of '69'; I kept my promise not to over-excite her, and she showed her appreciation of my forbearance by giving me some inordinately good oral sex that left me drained (physically and sexually) by the time we were done.

It was roughly four months after I'd had my 'talk' with Donna (and all three of them had come down to see me together); it was a Saturday evening, and Karen had readily accepted my invitation for her to spend it with me. When we'd gotten downstairs, she'd closed the door most of the way, as they'd gotten in the habit of doing. It wasn't the 'Do Not Disturb' sign of the door being closed all the way, or the 'Visitors Welcome' of a wide-open door; but more of a 'Disturb Only If It's Good Enough To Happen To you' warning. The couple of times that whoever I was with and I had been interrupted, it had been for good reason… once, one of them had fallen and possibly sprained an ankle. The other time, it was because someone was at the front door and wouldn't go away; it turned out to be somebody from a religious group that was subjected to my rude, vehement, and profane encouragement to depart the premises — which they did, in considerable haste.

Karen was on my lap as I sat in my recliner; both of us were nude per her (usual) request, and I had my arms around her waist as the two of us watched TV. During commercials, I'd release my hold on her in favor of moving my hands up and caressing her breasts while the two of us exchanged soft, loving kisses. Between the fondling of her mammaries and the way she'd wiggle her little butt in my lap, I was semi-erect almost constantly — something that pleased her tremendously.

When the late news came on, she exercised her prerogative of using the remote to turn the TV off, knowing that I never bothered watching the late news. After I'd molested her a little more, and we'd shared a few kisses, we were just contentedly sitting there when she asked me 'Would you do something for me, Uncle Ted?'

'If I can. What is it?'

'Would you be the one to make me not a virgin any more?'

Needless to say, the question wasn't something I'd expected to hear. It took me a few seconds to get my