I could feel him move his hand off my thigh, and then he was touching my private part. Daddy was actually lightly touching my private part! I couldn't stop a little shiver from going through my body. Both men were breathing heavily, and too engrossed to notice my own heavy breathing at this point. "Please!" "Please what, pun'kin?" Uncle Larry asked, adding a second finger. "It just feels so good, I don't want it to stop!" I screamed as I came, harder than I've ever come before, as these two amazing men worked over my body.

"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 step-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 step-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 got married when I was just a few months old. 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 boobs 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 boobs 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 chests, 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 boobs. 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 chests 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 Larry'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 hip, 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 private part 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 cherry and I started to play a little in the shower, circling it slowly and dipping a finger into my private part 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 Larry coming to dinner, I needed to hurry. Uncle Larry 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 boobs, with a string tied around my neck and behind my back. The bottoms barely covered my hip and private part 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 hip, and a sleeveless button up shirt that I didn't button; instead, I tied it below my chests, leaving my stomach bare and my cleavage showing, my large chests 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 hip cheeks and light blue bikini-covered private part. 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 boobs 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 Larry 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 Larry," 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 Larry'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 chests 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 Larry likes my outfit, too! "Oh that's right," Daddy said, reentering the room. "I forgot to ask you how it went, princess." "Hey, Lester," Uncle Larry said to my dad, pulling away from me. "That's quite the outfit pun'kin has on." "Uncle Larry!" 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 Larry stared at me. My boobs were getting hard again, and I wanted to press my legs together as my cherry started to throb a bit. "I'm 18 now," I told them, "and it's summertime and hot 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 Larry a beer. "Well, at least put on that apron I got you on so you don't get your new outfit messy," Uncle Larry 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 Larry," 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 chests, 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 Larry, 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 chests on their way down the bib. He must have felt how hard my boobs 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 chests 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 Larry 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 Larry 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 Larry need refills," I said, standing up. "I'll bring them back out after I take our plates inside." I leaned over to get Uncle Larry's plate, and his eyes immediately dropped to my chests, 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. "God bro," I heard Uncle Larry 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 Larry 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 Larry 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 Larry 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? !" Uncle Larry 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 , bro," Uncle Larry 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 pecked the top of his head while my chests pressed into his shoulders. "And for you, Uncle Larry," I said, moving around Daddy to set his beer in front of Uncle Larry. I stood to the side of his chair and bent over to press a peck to his head, too, my chests 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 Larry 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 Larry 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, pecking all over his face. I was bent over the arm of his chair, my butt pointed toward Uncle Larry, 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 hip 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 Larry here who could take advantage of me." Daddy and Uncle Larry 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 Larry 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 Larry," 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 hip 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 hip into it. "Hold still, pun'kin." "Okay, Uncle Larry," 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 Larry 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 Larry 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 Larry's bulge in this lap. Then, I scooted back all the way to Daddy's lap, dragging my legs over Uncle Larry 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 Larry'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 chests 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 Larry exchanging looks, while I got comfortable and settled in to watch the game with them. Uncle Larry 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 Larry'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 Larry 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 Larry 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 chest. My skirt had twisted more, too, so that my entire pelvic area was now uncovered. "Oh ," I heard Uncle Larry 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 hip was completely uncovered, the silky bikini bottoms nestled between my cheeks, giving them quite the view. My huge left chest was still on display, the little blue triangle just barely covering my boobs. "I don't know!" whispered Uncle Larry, 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 Larry suggested. "I don't know," Daddy said. "I think her shirt's stuck under her." "Her skirt, too," Uncle Larry said. "Check out that hip." "What?" Daddy said in surprise. "Well, not, check it out like check out a girl, but I just meant her hip is showing." "Yeah, sure," Daddy said like he didn't believe him. "Well c'mon, man," Uncle Larry said. "You've got to admit she's got a great hip." Uncle Larry had such said he thought I had a great hip! Maybe this plan was going to work after all. There was a long pause, and I imagined Daddy looking down at my hip 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 boobs I can't stop looking at." Uncle Larry drew in a sharp breath, like he couldn't believe what my dad just said, and neither could I! "Dude," Uncle Larry 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 big. I've never seen bigger in real life, have you?" "Naw," Uncle Larry 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 Larry. "Every time she leaned over, I got hard." "Me too!" Daddy whisper-yelled. "I feel so sick right now, but I swear, if had not raised her as 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 chests exposed except for my boobs. I also moved my legs so that one flopped down off Uncle Larry's lap toward the floor, opening my legs up to his view. "Oh, Jesus," Daddy groaned. "What the heck am I supposed to do now?" "Enjoy it?" Uncle Larry 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 Larry 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 Comet to jack off?" "Well, I wouldn't put it like that," Uncle Larry 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 private part, on display behind my bikini. "I didn't even see her legs were spread," Daddy said. "I couldn't look past these boobs." "Yeah," Uncle Larry 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 manhood must be hard as a rock, pressing against the back of my head. "Jesus," he breathed. "My little girl." "I know, man," Uncle Larry said. "But let's be honest - what I would give to see a shaved teenage private part 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 Larry fake-yelled. "Well what did you expect?" Daddy fake-yelled back. "You're talking about seeing my little girl's private part!" "Hey," Uncle Larry said, "she's practically my little girl, too, and I didn't say I wanted to see her private part, per se, just that I wanted to see a shaved teenage private part." "Per se?" "Well, it's not like I'm going to look away if I happen to see this one, okay?" Uncle Larry said, defensively. OMG! I thought. Uncle Larry 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 Larry said. "Maybe it her bikini bottoms came untied or fell off in the pool or something. How the heck 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.