Cara, Daddy, and Uncle Johnny Ch. 01

“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 casino oyna 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. canlı casino 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 kaçak casino 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.

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