Thank you to those that offered feedback and asked for part two.
I got in the shower and started the water. "I'd love it if you'd join me for a shower, but I have one condition..."
She was standing in front of me, with her arms crossed with a cute smile. "What's the condition?"
"Don't get out of the shower and run to your bedroom, okay?" I winked at her.
"No funny Jay, you know that hurt me. It knocked the wind out of me and as much as I tried to crawl to my bedroom, I couldn't move, hell I couldn't even cry initially."
I extended my hand and she took it. Once she was in the shower with me and we were standing there holding one another, "Sarah, do you know what you sounded like?"
She shook her head, "No, what?"
"Have you ever seen the Grape Stomp Video where the reporter fell out of the tub of grapes?"
She shook her head again.
I laughed, "Remind me when we get out of the shower, I'll show you the video.."
"You better not be making fun of me!"
I was trying to not laugh out loud, so I grabbed a wash cloth and put some soap on it. "Come here sexy, time to get your dirty little mind and body cleaned up."
She giggled, "Not sure the washcloth will help with my mind, but I'm looking forward to you cleaning my body."
I began by washing her chest and belly.
"Uncle Jay, why did Aunt Kelly call you daddy?"
I laughed, "Well it wasn't for the reasons you probably thought. When Kim was a baby, Kelly always referred to me as Daddy to sort of help her learn that as my name so to speak. She got used to calling me daddy and while I had told her it probably wasn't proper when outside of the house, she'd just laugh and say that she really didn't care what people thought."
"Did she ever call you Daddy when you guys were having se... uh, being intimate?"
"No, not even during the throes of passion."
"How did you feel about it when I called you daddy?"
"This may sound rude, but I'm indifferent. If it's something you like to call me in those moments, I'm good with that, but it's not something I'd ever ask you to do."
"That was my fault, again, I think based on some porn I'd seen and some misunderstood context from overhearing Kelly and mom talking."
I pulled her tight, "As long as you're having fun, I'm good."
"It felt okay to me when I said it to you, but it did have some odd baggage associated. I love my dad, and occasionally call him daddy, but at the same time, I've never thought of him in that way. Does that make sense?"
"It does."
"I'm changing the subject. Why don't you want to teach me how to suck your cock like Becki did?"
"There isn't a specific way to teach that. It's more about paying attention to your partner and seeing how they respond to what you're doing. Once you learn how to sense that, you can prolong your partner's pleasure, or even shorten it."
"As a young guy, I heard all the techniques to use when going down on a woman. I think the more I matured and also that my partners were more mature, I started to notice that stuff was just sort of a starting point."
"Kelly was the one that helped to train me if you will. She taught me to listen to her and to feel how she responded. That made me a more intuitive lover for her. She no longer had to tell me exactly what to do, because I was aware of what she was enjoying. That is what I had in mind when I said I wouldn't teach you."
"Having said all of that, I am more than happy to let you explore and practice as much as you want!" I winked at her and she started laughing like crazy.
"Uncle Jay, I want to do lots of things, but I don't think I could ever fit all of your cock down my throat."
"If you recall the video with Becki, she didn't either. I didn't expect her to and I would also never expect you to do that either. We need to trust one another, and when we do, that gives us the space to explore each other and learn what we like or don't like."
"That makes sense, but I'd seen women taking guys all the way down their throat in some videos and thought that was normal."
"Porn can be fun to watch, but it's generally not a great example of how sex actually is most times."
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around me and just stood there.
"Sarah, do you remember when you said you wanted to see me cum and then began to stroke my cock and rub your palm on the head?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Why did you do that with your palm?"
Her eyes lit up, "I noticed you moaned more when I did that, so it seemed like you enjoyed that... I get what you're saying now. Pretty sure I'll need more practice though."
She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down and as our lips met, it was not what I was expecting. It was a soft, gentle kiss. No rushing, no tongues, just a pleasurable kiss.
She pulled away and looked at me and smiled. "How was that?"