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to work on some project or other. I was watching sports on TV, and when a commercial came on, I went to make a bathroom break. The door was locked, so I knew that it must be Donna inside, and I simply stood across the hall and waited for her to finish. When the door opened, she was standing there wearing only a very brief pair of panties and nothing else. I looked at her face, and saw that she knew full well what she was doing as she just stood there, all but verbally inviting me to look at her — something that I couldn't HELP but do.

With her standing so much closer, I didn't have any trouble seeing that her developing breasts were smooth and flawless. Even as I was looking at them, I saw as her areolas rose up slightly, and her nipples got visibly longer and harder. The first thing to go through my mind was to wonder if girls had looked that good when I was her age, and if so, how stupid could I have been not to notice? Right on the heels of that was to wonder if the mounds of her breasts were as firm as they looked, and then to wish that I could find out. But I was an adult, and her Uncle Ted, and as tempting as it was, I just couldn't. When I finally dragged my eyes back up to her face, it was plain as could be that she enjoyed letting me look at her, and wasn't the slightest bit nervous or embarrassed about it. Considering how she looked, I couldn't help but think that she had every reason to be as confident as she appeared. After she gave me a pleased smile, she stepped out into the hall and serenely walked back to her room — with my eyes locked on the way her cute butt filled what little bit of cloth there was covering it.

Once I was in the bathroom, I simply had to relieve the pressure in my groin that she'd caused; it took only a couple of minutes for me to find the release that I was after. Only after my penis had shrunk again was I able to tend to my original purpose; when I was done, I washed my hands and went back out to the living room to sit in front of the TV again. My eyes may have been pointed at the screen, but what I saw was Donna's half-nude form.

I had to figure that Donna had done what she had for the express purpose of letting/having me look at her that way; with that came the realization that she wouldn't be saying anything to her mother about it. After all, what possible reason could she give for making a trip to the bathroom wearing only a skimpy pair of panties, knowing full well that I was upstairs and watching TV?

She couldn't say that I'd peeked into her room, either — Teresa knew full well that I always knocked on their bedroom doors just so I didn't see them when they didn't have anything on or interrupt anything they were doing; she'd even told me that the girls actually appreciated my discretion, that way.

Despite the visions of Donna that kept crowding my thoughts, I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure things out. What the hell was Donna trying to do, and why was she doing it? Was that just a one-time thing after I'd seen her in the shower? If not, what else might she be up to?

What, if anything, could or should I do about it? Those, and what seemed like a thousand other questions, kept my mind busy until Teresa got home from work.

As the next couple of weeks went by, Donna contrived to let me see her topless a couple more times. Both times, I simply looked her over until she chose to put an end to her little 'show'. It was approaching supper time one night, and I knocked on the door to her bedroom to let her know that we'd be eating soon. She told me it was okay, and when I opened her door, she was standing there stark naked and facing me. As I told her what I'd come to, she didn't make even the slightest move to turn away or cover herself. Even after I'd finished, she continued to stand there for several seconds before calmly turning around and giving me a clear look at her ass.

The sight of it had my cock rising in about half a heartbeat. It was small, obviously firm, and nicely rounded; when she took a small step forward, I watched as each of her cheeks clenched but didn't noticeably change shape. Trying to play it cool, I simply told her she might want to hurry before backing out of her room and closing the door.

After that little incident, I figured I'd better try to get some idea of what the hell was going on. I figured that Teresa might be able to help, I started trying to figure out a way of finding out what I wanted to know from her without causing any problems — for me OR Donna. I finally settled on something, and resolved to try it the next chance I got. That turned out to be just a couple of days later, when Teresa had to work late. I took care of supper (cheeseburgers and chips all around), and was waiting for her after the girls went to bed.

Seeing that the house hadn't burned down, and with no evidence of a riot or murder having taken place, Teresa gave me a happy smile before going back to change clothes. When she came back out, she made a detour through the kitchen to get each of us a beer before settling on the other end of the couch from me. After she'd had a few sips, I started chatting with her, carefully edging us closer and closer to the things that I really wanted to know. When the time was right, I casually told her 'I've been thinking about opening the bathroom door on Donna, and there's something that I've started wondering about.'

Teresa didn't look concerned in the slightest when she asked me 'What's that?'

'Well, you said that it was probably going to happen that I'd see one of the girls again, and I'm curious to know what else might be in store for me, or that I should be ready for. You said that you've already talked to them about sex, but should I be worried about one of them asking me about it, for example?'

Realizing that I was asking an honest question, but only so I could have some idea of what I might expect, she considered what she had to say for a little bit before telling me 'No, I don't think they'd come to you with anything like that. But if I'm wrong, just answer their questions the best you can, and let me know afterwards just so I don't tell them something else that has us contradicting each other. Right this moment, I can't think of anything I can warn you about; there's just no telling what might happen. You're the engineer, and paid the big bucks to think about the 'what-if' stuff, so why don't you just start asking whatever things that come to mind, and I'll answer the best I can.'

I agreed, and after a few seconds, I suggested 'One of them seeing ME naked.'

She smiled before telling me 'They already know about the difference between boys and girls. If they see, they see. I don't think any of them is going to come looking, and I know how careful you are about making sure you've got something on, so I don't think it'll happen. But if it does, I'm not going to worry about it.'

Next, I asked 'What happens if one of them decides she WANTS me to see her naked or topless?'

Teresa's smile didn't change a whit before she told me 'Then look. Ted, I know that you aren't going to try and start anything with any of them. And I'm just as sure that if any of them gets it into her head to try it, you're going to do everything you can to put a stop to it. But just looking?

I don't see any harm in that. I expect every girl that has ever gone through puberty has tried to vamp an older guy at some point, and it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if one — or even more — of them tried it with you. I know how much you love and care for them, and if you want to play along with it to make them feel better, then by all means, go for it — you have my blessing, because I've seen how you are with them too many times to think that you would ever do anything that you even thought would hurt them. And just so you don't have to ask, I want to say that even if one of them starts trying to get you to touch one of their tits, I'm okay with it, for the same reasons I just gave you. They're three young girls on their way to becoming women, and as their bodies grow, they're going to want to find out what they can do with them; I was the same way when I was their age. Except that I didn't have an Uncle Ted that I could absolutely trust the way they do you, so I had a lot of questions and problems. If they can get the answers they want with you, then I don't have any problem with you giving them the help they need. Any help.'

I must have gotten a look of surprise when she said that, because she went on to say 'Yes, said ANY help, and that's what I meant. I know Donna is old enough to start thinking of boys as more than just amusing toys, and I expect that Karen is starting to wonder what else can make her feel good besides just touching herself — which is what I think Wendy is just discovering. So if one of them is sure enough about what she wants that she's willing to come to you for help, I'm not going to fuss. I know that it'll be them coming to you, not the other way around; and that that's what you'll be doing — helping them. Thankfully, Doug left all this kind of stuff up to me, since all we had was girls; so I haven't had any problem with anyone else making them feel bad about being female, and all the perfectly normal and natural things that have happened, and will be happening for them. They don't think sex is shameful or dirty, just special; just like they've learned the same things about nudity — which is why Donna wasn't upset when you saw her that time.'

After we'd each taken a pull off our beer, she told me 'Honestly, Ted, I trust you. If I thought it was YOU doing anything TO them, I'd have your happy ass in jail so fast it would make your head spin. I know I keep saying this, but I know that you wouldn't do anything like that. Not only have I had plenty of time to see how you talk to