As she climbed into his car, she said, "Thanks so much for letting me stay at your house this weekend while Mom and Dad are at their stupid convention with Auntie Marie, Uncle Mark. I'm sooo glad I don't have to stay home and play lame games with my sisters and the babysitter!"

"Thank your mom and dad, Sweetie. They're the ones who said it would be okay for you to stay with me this weekend."

"I know. This is gonna be sooo cool! Can we pick up some videos on the way home?"

"Yep. I thought we'd pick out a couple of videos for tonight, and then grab a pizza before we head home. Sound like a plan?"

"Mm-hmm."

Danni picked out one 'chick-flick', but then wanted Mark to choose one 'scary' movie for later. He went for a classic: "The Shining", the original version with Jack Nicholson.

After serving up the pizza on the coffee table in his family room, they sat back on the couch to start watching her movie. "What would you like to drink, Sweetie?"

"What are you having, Uncle Mark?"

"I'm just gonna have a beer."

"Can I have one, too?"

"Hmmm. You're not gonna be going out driving anywhere tonight, are you?"

"Uncle Mark! I'm only 13! I can't drive, yet."

"Oh yeah. I forgot. You always seem so grown up to me. Okay, I guess it won't kill you to have a beer or two tonight. Just don't tell your mom or dad! They'll think I'm a bad influence! '

"Everybody already knows you're a bad influence, Uncle Mark, but we all love you anyway!"

"Now you go slow with this stuff, Sweetie. I don't want a drunk girlfriend on my hands tonight."

"Oh, Uncle Mark," she scolded, slapping him on the shoulder. "Be quiet now and let's watch my movie." But he was able to discern the slight smile, and the blush that slightly colored her cheeks, even through the perfect olive complexion.

She only drank the one beer during the first movie, but asked if she could have another while they were watching the scary one.

'I guess that'll be all right. But, I need to take a potty break and get ready for bed before we start the next movie. Why don't you do the same? '

She came back down wearing an oversized flannel football jersey that came down to just above her knees. She'd scrubbed her face, and her long brown hair was loose over her shoulders. She sat down beside him on the couch, snuggling in under his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. He pulled the comforter up around both of them and they settled back to watch the movie.

Again, she didn't chug the second beer down, and he agreed to let her have one more about half way through. She didn't scream or yell during the really intense parts, but she did bury her head into his chest a number of times when Nicholson was swinging the axe around or otherwise acting the perfect psychotic villain.

In fact, he didn't really realize how deeply the movie had affected her until he said, 'Okay, Sweetie, time for bed, ' and she replied with, "Oh God, Uncle Mark, that movie was so scary! I'm afraid to be alone! Can I sleep in your bed tonight, since Auntie Marie isn't here?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sweetheart."

"Why not? I won't take up much room."

"Yeah, but what if I snore? What if you snore? What if I roll over in the middle of the night and crush you to death?"

"Oh, Uncle Mark! You won't crush me to death! And I don't care if you snore. I just don't want to be alone!"

"Okay, but don't blame me if you don't wake up in the morning because you've been crushed flatter than a pancake!"

"I won't!"

After brushing their teeth, they headed in and crawled between the cool, clean cotton sheets of Mark's king-sized bed. Wearing only a pair of cut-off sweatpants as pajamas, Mark laid on his back with his hands tucked behind his head. Danni, in her flannel jersey, snuggled up to his side, soon dozing peacefully.

A couple of hours later, Mark awakened to find himself spooned up against Danni's back side, his arm draped across her, and thinking how comfortable it felt. As he kind of dozed, half asleep, half awake, his hand was gently sliding over her petite form, softly caressing from her shoulder all the way down to her knee.

He became more aware of what he was doing, and that awareness slowly brought him out of his drowsiness and up to a level of alertness. He knew his dick had begun to stiffen against her butt, enjoying an almost imperceptible rocking motion.

His hand was covering more territory, fingertips dropping down to brush across the tips of her chest mounds - when had they become more than a handful? - tickling her belly and down along the front of her thighs.

On the return trip, his hand seemed to snag in the hem of her jersey, drawing it up along her legs, and he suspected that when she had climbed between the sheets, apparently her flannel gown had been pulled up so that under her hip, the hem was already up to the level of her waist.

God, her skin is soft! Man-oh-man! That feels so gooood! A sudden catch in his breathing. Satin! Danni is wearing satin panties! Oh Goddd! His hands continue their soft slide. Now each pass lightly caresses all the way from above the hillocks on her chest all the way down to her knees along the front of her legs, Slowly. Softly. Constantly moving but so gently, letting her body adjust to the pleasant sensations from the gentle caressing.

In her sleep she rocks back into him, murmuring softly; a satisfied sigh.

His hands now cover slightly more territory on each pass, his touch still light enough so as not to disturb her slumber, yet becoming more intentional. Actually cupping one small breast from underneath if only for a moment, to better feel it's perfect shape, thumb lightly brushing, flicking back and forth across what he can now feel is a slightly stiff nipple.

The hand slides back down across the flat tummy. Pulling the hem of her jersey a few inches higher, he can now feel the silky smooth skin, the slight pucker of her navel, light down beginning to form a line leading downward under the hem of her panties. His fingers dance across, just barely touching the satin front of her panties, feeling the crinkly soft bulge made by her nest of pubic hair.

Tracing around the elastic edges at the legs, his fingers now sense the soft mound of her pubis. He gently, oh so very gently runs along the creases that demarcate the tops of her legs from her pubic mound. He thinks he can feel a pulse there now.