"Daddy, I'm home!" I called out as I went through the front door.

When I got no answer, I dropped my backpack in the living room and continued on into the kitchen. Through the window I could see my dad cutting the grass. It was mid-June, the last day of school, and the heat had been creeping up every day so that it was in the mid-80s and full humidity even at 5 o'clock. Cleaning out my locker and saying goodbye to a lot of my friends for the summer had kept me late, and I was glad to be home in the air conditioning. As I watched my dad push the lawnmower, sweat dripped down his chest and over his abs. I felt a little shiver run through me.

I'd been feeling that a lot lately, looking at my dad. He looked pretty good, for an older guy. Only a little gray in his hair, a few lines on his face, mostly from the sun, and tan skin from working outside so much. His job as a general contractor gave him lots of muscle, and though he ran his own company now, he still had the arm muscles, powerful chest, and flat stomach that came from working construction. None of the skinny guys at school could compare to his full-grown muscles, and the jocks who might look like that were all jerks who just wanted to get laid. I wouldn't mind getting laid, but I didn't want to be just another notch on the bedpost for some meathead. I wanted a man. I guess Daddy wasn't that old. He and my mom had me when they were only 20, so that made him 38, since I turned 18 last week. Mom died of cancer the year I turned nine. With her in-and-out of the hospital, and then her death and funeral, I'd missed a lot of school that year and had to repeat, so though I'm 18 already, I still have one more year of high school left.

I poured some iced tea into a glass and went out into the back yard.

"Hi, Daddy!" I yelled at him from the deck. He was cutting the grass around our pool now. I waved until he saw me, and when he did, he stopped the mower and came over to me.

"Hey, princess," he said, giving me his big smile. "How's my little girl?"

"Good. How you doin', Daddy? Need a drink?" I handed him the glass of iced tea.

"You're the best, sweetheart," he said, finishing it in three long gulps. He handed the glass back to me. "I'd hug you, but I don't think you want me to like this."

He held his arms out to the sides, letting me see the sweat glistening on his body. I couldn't help but look him up and down when he gave me a chance like that, and I felt my nipples get hard at the up-close-and-personal view of hard, hot, male body.

"I don't mind, Daddy," I said, finally looking him in the eye.

He had a strange look on his face, and I knew he'd seen me check him out. "All sweaty and everything?" he asked.

"Mmhmm," I told him. "I've got to shower anyway."

"Well, c'mere then," he said, and I stepped into him, immediately enveloped by his strong arms and manly scent. At 5'4", my head comes to below his chin since he's over 6 ft tall, and I cuddled right up to him, rubbing myself against him a little. When I pulled away, his sweat had soaked into my white button down school uniform shirt, and we both glanced down to see my nipples pressing hard against my shirt, even through my bra.

"Sorry, baby," he said, "didn't mean to ruin your shirt.

He didn't stop looking at my breasts, and I swear they swelled just because he was looking at them. I have a classic cheerleader body that I'm proud of - long legs, tight bubble butt, small waist, but my chest is my best feature: 34DDs. I'm both embarrassed and proud of my big tits. Everyone sneaks glances at them, which I totally get; they just won't stop growing! Even my DD bras are getting a little tight these days, with the upper curves of my breasts pushing out against the cups trying to hold them back.

"No problem," I told him. "I'll just throw this in the wash and put something else on after my shower."

"Well, hurry up then," he said, finally looking back up into my eyes. "Uncle Johnny's coming for dinner."

"Okay, Daddy," I said, heading back inside.

"Thanks for the drink, baby," he called after me.

When I glanced back at him, I could tell he had been watching me walk away, his eyes on my ass, hidden by my uniform skirt. Looks like Daddy had been noticing me, just as much as I was noticing him.

I ran upstairs and threw my school uniform into the laundry before taking a shower. I made sure to freshly shave my legs, and then reached down to feel if my pussy needed shaving too. Most girls on the cheer squad only shaved their bikini line, but I shaved the whole thing. I loved the way it looked and felt, all soft and smooth and hair-free. I had just shaved that morning, so I was still good, but feeling myself made me touch my sensitive clit and I started to play a little in the shower, circling it slowly and dipping a finger into my pussy to tease myself. I hadn't done that much with boys yet, but I had been playing regularly with myself for years. I wished I had time to really masturbate, but with Uncle Johnny coming to dinner, I needed to hurry.

Uncle Johnny was Daddy's younger brother. He was only 30, and just like Daddy, was ripped from working in construction. They owned the business together, and hung out together; they were totally best friends. It was really cute. With Mom gone, I'm glad that Daddy had some family around other than me. I was pretty much raised by both of them, and I sometimes joked with them about having two Daddies.

Back in my room, I pulled my long hair up into a tight ponytail to get it off my neck. It was still so hot out, I wanted as little clothing on as possible. I decided to go with a new bikini I hadn't worn yet. I got it last week at the mall when I went summer clothes shopping with my friends. It was pale blue and set off my own lightly browned skin perfectly. The top was just two triangles that covered little more than my nipples, with a string tied around my neck and behind my back. The bottoms barely covered my ass and pussy and left my hips bare, with two strings tied into a bow on either side. Over that, I pulled on a short, white tennis skirt that started at my belly button but came to just below my ass, and a sleeveless button up shirt that I didn't button; instead, I tied it below my breasts, leaving my stomach bare and my cleavage showing, my large breasts pushed together to make a big valley in the opening of the shirt. That left plenty of skin for a breeze to hit - and for my daddy to look at. With that, I ran back downstairs to start getting dinner ready.

Hitting the kitchen, I went straight to the refrigerator to see what we had. The cold air from the fridge felt so good, and I stood there a few minutes with the door open, rummaging around. I heard Daddy come into the kitchen and stop short. It wasn't on purpose, but I couldn't help but be pleased at the timing. Bent over like this, my skirt had hiked up in back, giving him a peek at my round ass cheeks and light blue bikini-covered pussy. I squirmed a little for his benefit, then grabbed some fresh fish and asparagus and stood up.

"Oh hey, Daddy," I said, as nonchalantly as I could, putting the items on the kitchen island. "You feel like firing up the grill for this stuff?"

"Uh, sure, princess," he said, trying not to stare at my chest again. The cold air and Daddy's attention had made my nipples super hard, and I knew they were obviously straining against my shirt. "Let me just take a quick shower to get the sweat off me, and I'll be right back down."

"Take your time," I told him, reaching up to grab a platter from a high shelf in the cupboard. I swear I heard him groan behind me as my cheeks came into view again.

"Did you say something?" I teased him over my shoulder.

"N-no," he stuttered, backing out of the kitchen. "Just heading up now."

"Okay! I'll start marinating the fish," I told him cheerfully. I giggled to myself as I got out the peppercorn sauce we like. This summer was going to be fun, if he reacted like that every time I showed a little skin! What would his reaction be the first time he sees the actual bikini?!

I started prepping everything, putting the fish in the sauce, making a foil packet to grill the asparagus in, and gathering some salad items. As I was putting rolls in the oven to warm, I heard the front door open and a male voice called out, "Anybody home? Where's my pun'kin?"

Daddy always called me princess and Uncle Johnny always called me pun'kin. I loved their nicknames for me. It made me feel so precious. When I was little, I used to alternate Halloweens, dressing like a pumpkin one year and a princess the next.

"In the kitchen, Uncle Johnny," I called out, standing at the sink to rinse the greens for the salad.

"Hey sweetie," he said, giving me a hug from behind. "How'd your last day of school go?"

Uncle Johnny's hands slid around my bare waist as he hugged me, his 6' 3" frame towering over me like Daddy's. He was just as built, too, being in business with Daddy as the foreman on all of their building projects. I could feel his eyes on my deep cleavage as he looked down my front from behind me. I shook the greens to get the excess water off, making my breasts shake as well. He was pressed so close to my back, I could feel him start to react, something hard beginning to press into the small of my back. Mmmm, feels like Uncle Johnny likes my outfit, too!

"Oh that's right," Daddy said, reentering the room. "I forgot to ask you how it went, princess."

"Hey, Bill," Uncle Johnny said to my dad, pulling away from me. "That's quite the outfit pun'kin has on."

"Uncle Johnny!" I turned away from the sink with the greens in a salad bowl, shocked that he would bring it up. I thought he'd liked it? He was going to ruin everything!

"What?" he asked. "It's true. I hope you didn't wear that to school today. No one would have paid attention to anything else."

"I think there's a compliment in there," I said, putting my hands on my hips, "but of course I didn't wear this to school. We have a uniform, remember?"

"I can say she definitely wasn't wearing that before her shower," Daddy said, looking me up and down again. I couldn't help thrusting my chest out a little while both he and Uncle Johnny stared at me. My nipples were getting hard again, and I wanted to press my legs together as my clit started to throb a bit.

"I'm 18 now," I told them, "and it's summertime and hot as hell outside. What was I supposed to wear? A burqa?"

"No," Daddy said finally, heading toward the refrigerator, "but that outfit is a little more revealing than you usually wear."

"Well, how about I only wear it at home then?" I offered.

Daddy raised one eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything while he handed Uncle Johnny a beer.

"Well, at least put on that apron I got you on so you don't get your new outfit messy," Uncle Johnny said.

Whew! They weren't going to make me change. Daddy didn't look too happy, but if everything went according to plan, hopefully he would be smiling by the end of the night.

"Good idea, Uncle Johnny," I said to him, reaching for my apron hanging up in the pantry. "Can you tie it for me?"

I love cooking and I love frilly things, so one of my birthday presents had been a blue-and-white-checkered apron with white ruffle edging. The bib part of the apron had trouble staying over my breasts, barely being wide enough to cover them, and the skirt of my apron didn't quite reach my knees, but it did cover me more than my clothes did. I brought it over to Uncle Johnny, and he slipped the neck part over my head.

"Turn around," he told me, and I shivered a little as I obeyed what he said.

His hands grabbed either side of the bib to make sure it was in place, then slid his hands down it to the skirt, the back of his thumbs brushing over my breasts on their way down the bib. He must have felt how hard my nipples were, but he didn't say anything, just pulling the skirt ties around to the back, and tying a big bow tightly. The apron pressed against me like a second skin, emphasizing my small waist and large breasts even more than before. Hey, if that's what he wanted to have happen, I was okay with that!

"So," Daddy said, after watching this all take place. "Let's get dinner going, and you can tell us all about school and your plans for the summer."

We all chipped in to help get dinner on the table, like we had so many times before. Daddy fired up the grill and got the fish and asparagus on while I finished up the salad and Uncle Johnny set the patio table with silverware and dishes. The sun was starting to go down and with a big shaded umbrella, the heat was bearable enough to eat outside on the deck. A few years ago when I entered high school, Daddy had built a double-layer deck off the back of the house and had put in a swimming pool. We ate dinner on the deck almost every night when the weather was warm, and I loved having my friends over for pool parties.

Dinner was delicious and we talked about school, projects Daddy and Uncle Johnny were working on, and what I was going to do for the summer. I had two part-time jobs - one as a lifeguard (hence my already slightly tan skin, as I'd been working there on the weekends for a month already), and one at the public library - and lots of pool parties planned.

"Thanks for a yummy dinner, Daddy," I told him, as we finished up our meals.

"Thank you, too," Daddy said, draining his third beer of the night.

"Looks like you and Uncle Johnny need refills," I said, standing up. "I'll bring them back out after I take our plates inside."

I leaned over to get Uncle Johnny's plate, and his eyes immediately dropped to my breasts, pressed together so tightly in my shirt and apron. I pretended not to notice and then did the same for Daddy's plate. He was better about hiding his look, but he still glanced out of the corner of his eye, as I lingered bent over, picking up his silverware.

"Be right back," I said brightly, finally stacking all three plates and utensils and heading into the kitchen.

"Holy shit, bro," I heard Uncle Johnny say quietly to my dad when he thought I was out of earshot. I had left the window open over the kitchen sink, so I could eavesdrop on what they were saying out on the porch.

"What?" Daddy said, defensively.

"Her outfit?" Uncle Johnny prompted. "I can't believe you let her wear that!"

Oh god, not that again, I thought.

"Let her?" Daddy said. "I came down from the shower, and there she is at the counter wearing that with you grinding up against her. Don't think I didn't see that!"

"I wasn't grinding!" Uncle Johnny protested. "I went to give her a hug, I didn't realize how she was dressed. What happened to our little girl?"

Daddy smirked. "Well, she's not so little in some areas."

"Ha! You're telling me," Uncle Johnny said. "How big do you think those are now?"

"Last time I looked, her bra was a double-D, but I swear she's gotten bigger since then."

OMG! Daddy had looked at my bras to check my size! Mmm, I wonder what he did with that information...

"Double-D? Damn!" Uncle Johnny said. "Well, she's definitely growing up. Not sure I'm ready for all that."

"Even though you don't seem to mind looking at 'all that'," Daddy said.

"Well hell, bro," Uncle Johnny said, "I'm only human!"

"Yeah," Daddy agreed. "Me too."

This was great news. They both liked looking and they both realized I was growing up. Game on!

I put the plates and things in the dishwasher, grabbed two beers, a glass of white wine, and headed back outside.

"Here you go, Daddy," I said, pressing myself against his back while setting his beer in front of him. I kissed the top of his head while my breasts pressed into his shoulders.

"And for you, Uncle Johnny," I said, moving around Daddy to set his beer in front of Uncle Johnny. I stood to the side of his chair and bent over to press a kiss to his head, too, my breasts almost in his face.

"And for me," I said, finally flopping into my chair, letting my skirt ride up a little.

"And what, exactly, is for you?" Daddy asked.

"Just a glass of white wine, Daddy," I told him innocently.

"And who said you could have that?" Uncle Johnny asked.

"Pleeeease!" I begged. "You let me have a glass of champagne at cousin Cindy's wedding last year!"

"Yes, but that was a special occasion," Daddy said.

"Well, tonight's a special occasion, too," I said. "It's my first night of summer freedom as an 18-year-old." No harm in reminding them how old I was!

"Fine," Daddy sighed, "but just the one."

"You're such a pushover," Uncle Johnny accused him, but I squealed and threw myself out of my chair at Daddy.

"Oh thank you, thank you, Daddy!" I said, my arms around his neck, kissing all over his face.

I was bent over the arm of his chair, my butt pointed toward Uncle Johnny, and I knew he was getting his first view of just how short my skirt really was. I heard him almost choke on his beer as I bent over further so half my ass was in view. Before he could say anything, I sat back down quickly, and picked up my glass of wine, taking a big sip.

"Delish!" I declared.

"Slow down, baby," Daddy said. "You can't drink that like it's water."

"Well," I giggled, "at least if I get drunk off one glass of wine, it's only you and Uncle Johnny here who could take advantage of me."

Daddy and Uncle Johnny awkwardly smiled, and I knew they were mulling over the idea I had just put in their heads - taking advantage of their 18-year-old daughter/niece!

We spent another hour or so on the porch, talking and sipping our drinks, while the sun set and the mosquitos came out. Then we all carried leftover food and platters inside to the kitchen.

"Why don't you and Uncle Johnny go turn a game on," I suggested, handing them both another beer (their 5th!). "I'm sure someone's playing something."

"You sure, princess?" Daddy asked. "We all made the mess, we can all help clean up."

"No, no," I told him, "I've got it tonight. Just save room on the couch for me, and one of you can rub my feet later when I get in there."

We had a little family tradition of watching movies together on the couch while one of them rubbed my feet. It started out as a tickling game when I was a little girl, and changed to a foot massage as I got older and spent more time on my feet. I was planning to take advantage of family time tonight!

Cleaning up took about a half hour, and I grabbed two more beers as I headed into the living room.

"Uncle Johnny," I asked, holding up the beers, "beer in exchange for untying my apron? I think it got into a knot."

"Sure, baby," he said.

He started to get up, but I turned around quickly and sat right down into his lap, my skirt flaring up so it there was only my bikini bottoms between his pants and my ass cheeks. I leaned forward, propping my elbows on my knees with the beer bottles still in my hands.

"Can you see the knot?" I asked.

"Uh huh," he said, in s strangled voice, as I shifted over his lap a little, grinding my ass into it. "Hold still, pun'kin."

"Okay, Uncle Johnny," I said obediently and held still. He untied my apron, lifted it over my head, and laid it on the end table.

"So, who wants to rub my feet?" I asked, still holding the beers hostage.

"I will," Uncle Johnny said, removing me from his lap quickly. I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to feel the bulge growing there.

"Okay," I said, "I'll go sit in Daddy's lap while you rub."

I handed him a beer and Daddy a beer and then scooted closer to Daddy. It's a long couch, with Daddy at one end and Uncle Johnny on the other. What I usually do is lean against one while the other massages my feet, but today I wanted to up the ante. I swung my legs up onto the couch and put them right over Uncle Johnny's bulge in this lap. Then, I scooted back all the way to Daddy's lap, dragging my legs over Uncle Johnny until just my feet and calves were still on him. Daddy lifted up his right arm, and I slid my torso under it, leaning back against his left arm and the couch arm, bracing my back in a half-seated position. His right arm came down across my bare stomach, but then he picked it up again as quickly as if he had been burned. His right arm had the beer bottle in it, and beer splashed over shirt, exposed chest, and stomach.
"Daddy!" I said, giggling. "What did you do that for? Now I'm going to be all beer-y!"

"Sorry, princess," he said sheepishly. "I didn't realize, I mean, I didn't mean to."

I know he was surprised by his skin on my skin, but I didn't want him to think too much about it.

"Don't worry," I told him, pulling his arm back down across my stomach, "I'll dry off soon."

I twisted a little so that my legs stayed in Uncle Johnny's lap while my torso twisted toward the TV and the game they were watching. I didn't care about the game, but I did like that this position pushed my breasts even tighter against my shirt and caused my skirt to ride up so that my bikini bottoms were a bit visible. I pretended I didn't notice Daddy and Uncle Johnny exchanging looks, while I got comfortable and settled in to watch the game with them.

Uncle Johnny alternated between massaging my feet and taking sips of his beer, while he and Daddy chatted about the game and baseball stats. I let their conversation wash over me, and faked slowly falling asleep. I would twitch occasionally, so that I could press my feet against Uncle Johnny's bulge in his pants, but I kept my eyes closed and my breathing steady.

"Baby?" I heard Daddy say, but I didn't answer. "Are you asleep?"

"She's out cold," I heard Uncle Johnny say. "She's had a long day, end of school and all that."

"She should be up in bed," Daddy said.

"Aw, let her sleep here," Uncle Johnny told him. "There're only 2 innings left, and then we'll all go to bed. I'll bunk here tonight with a six pack in me."

"Sounds good," Daddy said, and I knew it was time to make my move.

I moaned a little and shifted my whole body, stretching my arms above my head while moving completely unto my back. I had loosened the tie on my shirt so that when I moved my body like that, my shirt got caught under me and pulled away from my chest, uncovering my entire left breast. My skirt had twisted more, too, so that my entire pelvic area was now uncovered.

"Oh shit," I heard Uncle Johnny say softly, as they both got a look at my barely bikini-covered body.

"What do I do?" I heard Daddy say, kinda panicky, and I didn't want this to end too soon, so I stretched further, then completed the turn so that now my entire body was turned toward the back of the couch. I scrunched down a bit so that my head was in Daddy's lap and my ass was completely uncovered, the silky bikini bottoms nestled between my cheeks, giving them quite the view. My huge left breast was still on display, the little blue triangle just barely covering my nipple.

"I don't know!" whispered Uncle Johnny, clearly staring at me.

"I don't want to wake her up," Daddy said. "She's going to be so embarrassed!"

"Maybe she'll move again and we can cover her up?" Uncle Johnny suggested.

"I don't know," Daddy said. "I think her shirt's stuck under her."

"Her skirt, too," Uncle Johnny said. "Check out that ass."

"What?" Daddy said in surprise.

"Well, not, check it out like check out a girl, but I just meant her ass is showing."

"Yeah, sure," Daddy said like he didn't believe him.

"Well c'mon, man," Uncle Johnny said. "You've got to admit she's got a great ass."

Holy shit! Uncle Johnny had such said he thought I had a great ass! Maybe this plan was going to work after all.

There was a long pause, and I imagined Daddy looking down at my ass peeking out from under my skirt, bikini bottoms pulled tight between my cheeks, allowing most of the round globes to hang out.

"She does," he finally said. "But if I was going to be honest," he whispered, "it's her tits I can't stop looking at."

Uncle Johnny drew in a sharp breath, like he couldn't believe what my dad just said, and neither could I!

"Dude," Uncle Johnny said. "I'm so glad you said that! I couldn't keep my eyes off them all night!"

"I know!" Daddy whispered. "They're so fucking big. I've never seen bigger in real life, have you?"

"Naw," Uncle Johnny said. "And looking at one right now, she's gotta be bigger than a double-D, man. That's an E or an F at least."

"I don't know," Daddy said. "I think it's just the angle she's laying at. Plus, she had 'em pushed together all night."

"Oh god, don't remind me," said Uncle Johnny. "Every time she leaned over, I got hard."

"Me too!" Daddy whisper-yelled. "I feel so sick right now, but I swear, if she wasn't my daughter..."

He trailed off, and then took a swig of his beer, lifting his right arm off of me. I took that as an opportunity to move again, making a little sleepy sound and rolling onto my back again, this time, uncovering my chest completely. My entire shirt hung open, my huge but firm teenage breasts exposed except for my nipples. I also moved my legs so that one flopped down off Uncle Johnny's lap toward the floor, opening my legs up to his view.

"Oh, Jesus," Daddy groaned. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"Enjoy it?" Uncle Johnny suggested. "It's not like we're going to get to see this again. What's the harm in looking?"

"I guess..." Daddy said, but he didn't sound convinced.

"Well, I'm going to," Uncle Johnny said boldly. "I haven't gotten laid in, like, 3 months, with how busy we've been. I could use a new spank bank image."

"Seriously?" Daddy asked. "You're going to use Cara to jack off?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it like that," Uncle Johnny said, "but yeah. She may be my niece, but you have to admit she's smokin' hot. Look at her!"

There was silence for a minute, and I imagined Daddy looking at my body, my huge boobs firm on my chest, my flat stomach, and my little pussy, on display behind my bikini.

"Shit, I didn't even see her legs were spread," Daddy said. "I couldn't look past these tits."

"Yeah," Uncle Johnny agreed, "I almost missed it too, but I think she's completely shaved."

Daddy groaned and I realized why his lap was becoming uncomfortable. His dick must be hard as a rock, pressing against the back of my head.

"Jesus," he breathed. "My little girl."

"I know, man," Uncle Johnny said. "But let's be honest - what I would give to see a shaved teenage pussy in real life."

"What?!" Daddy exclaimed, forgetting to whisper.

I let my body jerk a little, hands moving so that one was on my stomach while the other came above my head. The men both froze, I'm assuming hoping that they hadn't just woken me up. I made another sleepy little noise and settled back down.

"Du-u-ude!" Uncle Johnny fake-yelled.

"Well what did you expect?" Daddy fake-yelled back. "You're talking about seeing my little girl's pussy!"

"Hey," Uncle Johnny said, "she's practically my little girl, too, and I didn't say I wanted to see her pussy, per se, just that I wanted to see a shaved teenage pussy."

"Per se?"

"Well, it's not like I'm going to look away if I happen to see this one, okay?" Uncle Johnny said, defensively.

OMG! I thought. Uncle Johnny didn't know it yet, but I was so going to help make his wish come true tonight.

"Just happen to?" Daddy asked. "How would that happen exactly?"

"I dunno man," Uncle Johnny said. "Maybe it her bikini bottoms came untied or fell off in the pool or something. How the hell would I know?"

They were quiet a while, and I was about to move again just to make something happen, when I felt a hand at my skirt, slowly lifting it up past my hip to where my bikini was tied together. Big male fingers grabbed one of the strings and pulled a bit so that the bow came out.

"Coming untied like this?" Daddy asked quietly.

"I can't believe you just did that, bro," Uncle Johnny said. "I don't know whether to hug you or punch you."

"You're the one who said there's no harm in looking," Daddy defended himself. "And besides, I haven't gotten laid in 5 months, so maybe you have a point about that spank bank."

"Really?!?" Uncle Johnny said incredulously. "Dude, that's rough. We really have to do this, then. For our own good."

I could feel Daddy nodding. "Exactly. So, do you want to do the honors on the other side?"

Uncle Johnny's fingers pushed my skirt up on the other side of my hips, grabbed the bikini string, and pulled out the bow. My bikini still covered me, but the sides were both untied, and I held my breath waiting for one of them to make the first move.

"You do it," I heard Daddy say. "My hands are shaking. What the hell are we thinking?"

"Don't think," I heard Uncle Johnny say. "Just look." And he delicately grasped the top of my bikini bottoms and pulled them off my pussy. His big hand rested on my left thigh, the one hanging off the couch, spreading it a little bit wider so he could see everything.

With my legs spread, there was plenty of room to look at my perfect pink little peach. I was pretty sure I had a pretty little pussy, having seen my girlfriends' pussies when we all changed together for cheer practice or at pool parties, but it was nice to hear what Daddy and Uncle Johnny were saying.

"Oh my god, that's the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," Daddy said.

"I know, right?" Uncle Johnny said. "She's perfect."

Me?! Perfect! Yes!

"Honestly, dude," Daddy said, "your hand right there next to it is hotter than I thought it would be."

"Are you coming on to me bro?" Uncle Johnny chuckled.

"Ha!" Daddy said. "Don't be a dick. But seriously, move your hand, and I'll show you."

I felt Uncle Johnny's hand leave, and then I felt Daddy's hand settle onto my thigh, a little higher up, right near the crease of my hip.

"You're right," Uncle Johnny said, "that is fucking hot."

"See?"

"It would be hotter to see someone touching that pretty little pussy," Uncle Johnny said, "opening that right up..."

"She's going to wake up if I do that," Daddy whispered, but his hand started to lift off my thigh.

"C'mon, man," Uncle Johnny said, "I gotta see inside. If you don't, I'm going to."

"Fine," Daddy said, and I could feel him move his hand off my thigh, and then he was touching my pussy. Daddy was actually lightly touching my pussy! I couldn't stop a little shiver from going through my body, and he quickly pulled his hand back, but when I didn't "wake up," he put his hand back, using the fingers on his right hand to spread my pussy lips apart.

Both men were breathing heavily, and too engrossed to notice my own heavy breathing at this point.

"Dude, that's beautiful," Uncle Johnny groaned. "Her clit is so swollen, man. I so want to suck on that."

"Well you can't," whisper-yelled Daddy. "We shouldn't even be doing this, but she'd definitely wake up if you sucked on her clit, asshole."

"I know, I know, but she looks so fucking good."

"I know, she's hot as hell from this angle, though I wish I could see her from that side too," said Daddy.

"Do you think she's a virgin?" asked Uncle Johnny.

"Christ, I don't know anymore," said Daddy. "I would have said yes, but the way she was dressing tonight..."

"I know," said Uncle Johnny. "That's what I thought too. But you know, there's a way to check..."

"The hymen thing?" Daddy asked. "But that can break in a million ways."

"I know," said Uncle Johnny, "but if it is there, then we know for sure."

"You're seriously suggesting we check for her hymen right now?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, I'm so going to regret this," Daddy said. "But now you've put that thought in my head."

Uncle Johnny stayed quiet while Daddy thought it over, continuing to hold my pussy lips apart.

"Okay," Daddy said. "Do it. But if she wakes up, we've got to come up with a cover story."

"We don't even need one, really!" said Uncle Johnny. "That's why this is genius! We can say that we were worried about her, so we wanted to check on her hymen."

"She's not going to believe that," Daddy said.

"We just have to stick to it," Uncle Johnny said.

"Fine," Daddy said. "Go ahead already. My dick is so hard, it's about to burst out of my pants."

"I know!" Uncle Johnny said. "I was seriously out to whip it out right now and beat off."

I was so wet, I didn't know how they couldn't see me gush at the thought of Uncle Johnny jacking off above me.

"I would if I could get to it," Daddy said honestly.

"Holy shit, really?" Uncle Johnny asked.

"Well, this is definitely the hottest - and fucking craziest - thing I've ever done, so yeah, I could drill a hole with my dick right now," Daddy said.

"But you would seriously beat off over your little girl?" Uncle Johnny asked.

"Dude," Daddy confessed, "every time you call her that, I get even harder, so yeah, in this fucked up scenario, I probably would."

I felt Uncle Johnny fumbling at his waist, and then the sound of a zipper sliding down.

"Holy shit," Daddy whispered, "you're actually doing it."

"I can't help it, man," Uncle Johnny said. "This is just too fucking hot!"

"I know, I know," Daddy said.

I heard the sound of Uncle Johnny's hand on what must have been his dick, sliding up and down. I wanted to peek so badly to see how big it was, what it looked like, watch him jacking off, but I didn't dare open my eyes even a little bit in case they stopped.

"So, are you going to do it?" Daddy asked.

"Do what? I'm already jacking off."

"Are you going to check if she has a hymen?" Daddy said. "I can't get there from this angle."

"You seriously want me to check?" Uncle Johnny asked. "You want me to put my finger in your daughter's pussy?"

Daddy's hips jerked up when Uncle Johnny said that, and I had to fight a moan. Yes, that's exactly what my Daddy wanted.

"Yeah, man," Daddy said. "I do, and then I want you to tell me exactly how it felt."

While Daddy continued to hold my pussy open, I felt Uncle Johnny's fingers start to explore my entrance.

"Fuck, dude, she is so fucking wet," Uncle Johnny said. "My finger's going to slide right in."

Daddy groaned quietly, and I felt Uncle Johnny coating his finger in my juices. Slowly, slowly, he started to ease his finger into my pussy.

Even though I had been masturbating for a while, I had never put anything other than my finger or a tampon up there, so his finger was definitely stretching me a little. Both Daddy and Uncle Johnny moaned as he gently worked his finger in and out of me, pressing further and further into me with each little thrust.

"She's so wet and tight," Uncle Johnny told Daddy, " and hot, like a little oven squeezing my finger. It feels so fucking good on my finger, man, I can't wait to feel this on my dick."

It was that moment that I decided to "wake up," and I slowly blinked my eyes, while squirming a bit with their hands on me and in me. "Daddy?" I said hesitantly. "Daddy?"

They both froze, keeping their hands on me, but clearly not knowing what to do.

"Mmmm," I said, stretching a bit so both arms were over my head. "I feel good."

"You do, baby?" Daddy asked, disbelievingly.

"Mmhmm," I said quietly, like a sleepy little girl. "I like my massage."

"Well, that's good, baby," Daddy said, staring like a deer in headlights at Uncle Johnny. "We just want to make you feel good."

"Thanks, Daddy, thanks, Uncle Johnny," I said, pretending to not see Uncle Johnny's dick in his left hand.

"Of course, pun'kin," Uncle Johnny said, in a choked voice. "Why don't you close your eyes, and let Daddy and me make you feel really good?"

"M'kay," I said, snuggling closer to Daddy, and rolling my head over his dick as I did so. I closed my eyes most of the way, but left them open a little to see what they'd do next.

I saw Uncle Johnny shrug at Daddy and felt Daddy's shrug in return.

"Keep going," I hear Daddy whisper to Uncle Johnny, and then his finger slid back into my pussy. I moaned for him and spread my legs a little wider. I could see Uncle Johnny's big smile as he started to move his finger a little faster in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

"That feels so good, Uncle Johnny," I said to him, squirming as he slowly finger fucked me.

"I'm so glad to hear that, pun'kin."

"Hey princess," Daddy said, "would you like Daddy to give you a massage, too?"

My eyes fluttered fully open in time to catch Uncle Johnn's WTF look before he looked down at me with an encouraging smile.

"Of course, Daddy," I told him. "I love your hands on me."

"I'm glad to hear that," Daddy said, as his hands came to my shoulders and started massaging them. "You tell me if something doesn't feel good, alright?"

"Mmm, okay, Daddy," I said, sighing and relaxing into his shoulder massage.

Uncle Johnny kept moving his finger at a steady pace, in and out of me, while my hips started to rock up to meet it. I couldn't help the heavy breathing and little sounds I was making.

"Still feelin' good, princess?" Daddy asked.

"Yes, Daddy," I told him, "but you could massage other places, too."

With my eyes slightly open, I saw the look Daddy and Uncle Johnny exchanged, and then I felt Daddy's hands start to slide down my chest toward my breasts.

"Like down here?" Daddy asked, his hands closing over my breasts. He groaned long and low, as he started squeezing them, pushing them together, running his hands over them.

"Yes!" I gasped, pushing my chests up into his hands, my nipples hard against his palms. "Please!"

"Please what, pun'kin?" Uncle Johnny asked, adding a second finger. I was so tight, it hurt a little, but he slowly eased them in and out, spreading them a little, stretching my pussy out.

"I don't know," I said, as Daddy continued squeezing my breasts, pulling on my nipples. "It just feels so good, I don't want it to stop!"

I opened my eyes all the way to see Daddy and Uncle Johnny exchanging a silent message with each other before looking down at me again.

"We won't stop unless you want us to, baby," Daddy said.

"In fact, we only want to make you feel better," Uncle Johnny said. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, please," I told him.

"Why don't you sit up on your Daddy's lap then," Uncle Johnny suggested, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy. He licked them off, eyes closed, sticking his fingers in his mouth and sucking my juices off of them.

"How do I taste, Uncle Johnny?" I asked, as Daddy helped me sit up. He helped me slide my shirt down my arms, and then pulled me up by my waist until I sat on his lap, leaving my bikini bottoms back on the couch, my legs spread open on either side of his.

"Pull your skirt up, baby," Daddy growled in my ear, and I lifted it as he spread his legs wide, so my pussy was spread open for him and Uncle Johnny.

"You taste delicious," Uncle Johnny told me, moving off the couch, "and I can't wait to taste more."

He got down on his knees in front of Daddy and me, and slid a finger back inside me. Daddy's hands were back on my breasts, pulling my little triangles to the side so that my breasts were fully naked and pushed together by my bikini top. After sliding his finger in and out of me a few times, Uncle Johnny held it up to my lips.

"Taste yourself, pun'kin."

My lips opened and his wet fingers slide in as both Daddy and Uncle Johnny moaned loudly. "Mmmm," I said, sucking and licking at Uncle Johnny's fingers until he pulled them out. "I like the way I taste."

"We'll have to get you some more of that flavor later," Uncle Johnny told me, "'cause right now, I've got dessert waiting for me."

As Daddy gripped my breasts tightly in his big hands, Uncle Johnny used his hands to spread my pussy lips and take a big lick all the way up my slit. Then he dug right in, flicking his tongue all around my pussy.

"Oh!" I gasped, hips thrusting in Daddy's lap, his hard dick pressing tight against my back. "Uncle Johnny, that feels amazing!"

"Have you ever had someone eat you out before, princess?" Daddy asked, his whisper sending extra shivers through me.

"No, Daddy," I told him. "I haven't done much of anything with anyone before. Just a little kissing."

"So you're still a virgin?" Daddy asked, hands continuing to play with my breasts, bouncing them in his hands. His hands were big, but my breasts were bigger, overflowing them as he squeezed and jiggled.
"Yes, Daddy," I gasped out as Uncle Johnny found my clit, giving it quick little flicks with his tongue while he slide a finger deep inside me.

Uncle Johnny looked up from between our legs as he worked a second finger into my pussy.

"No wonder you're so tight, baby girl," he said. "So you're telling me no one's ever touched or licked you here?"

I continued to squirm and gasp as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy, a little harder and a little faster each time.

"N-no, Uncle Johnny," I gasped. "Just me! I play with myself sometimes, but just with my fingers."

"Good girl," Daddy growled before kissing and nibbling on my neck, squeezing my nipples hard.

"Ah! Daddy!" I gasped, the pain in my nipples going straight to my clit.

"So then no one's touched or licked you here either?" asked Uncle Johnny, as his fingers slid out of my pussy and down to my asshole, circling around it before one finger pushed a little way inside.

"No!" I said in shock, not sure how to feel about the fingers playing around my hole.

"Looks like there are all kinds of things we can teach you," Uncle Johnny said, bending his head back down. "Isn't that right, Bill?"

His tongue started to lick around his index finger, which was still gently working its way in and out of my asshole. My head shook from side to side as I tried to deal with the feelings coming from my asshole - not 100% bad, not 100% good.

"That's right, Johnny," Daddy said, one hand sliding down my stomach to my clit, while the other continued to grip a breast. "We'll teach you all kinds of ways to feel good, baby. Would you like that?"

Daddy's fingers slid up and down my pussy, getting nice and wet, before circling my swollen clit slowly, while Uncle Johnny continued to tongue around his finger, now sliding in and out of my asshole to the second knuckle.

"Yes! Yes!" I gasped out, as my body started to shake in its first orgasm of the night. "Oh god! Don't stop!"

Daddy's fingers suddenly went into overtime on my clit and I screamed as I came, harder than I've ever come before, as these two amazing men worked over my body.

"That's it, baby," Daddy whispered in my ear. "Cum for us, that's a good girl."

My hips kept bucking up to meet Daddy's fingers, while Uncle Johnny sat back on his heels and watched me writhing on Daddy's lap. He had never put his dick away, and I could now see one hand stroking it, long and hard, almost red with all the blood flowing to it. He caught me watching him as I started to come down from my orgasmic high, Daddy's hands back on my breasts like he'd never let go, kissing my neck and whispering, "Good girl," in my ear.

"You know, pun'kin," Uncle Johnn said, spreading his precum around the head and down the shaft, stroking faster as I didn't take my eyes off his cock, "we can teach you how to make Daddy and me feel good, too. Would you like to learn that, too?"

I bit my lip as I imaged doing what he was doing right now, stroking his big dick in my hands. I squirmed against Daddy's cock, pressing hard under my ass, imagining him splitting my little pussy wide open.

"Yes, please," I told them.

"That's my good girl," Daddy growled in my ear.