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Even when I was a little girl, poker was always Daddy's night. Once a month, Dad invited all three of my uncles (only one was his actual brother) to play a friendly game. Only things didn't always turn out so friendly. Daddy loved to gamble and never seemed to learn from losing. Before he got married, Daddy could sink a few thousand dollars into garbage hands trying to win his money back.
Once, he lost our car...
Mom put a stop to that when she was alive. All his friends knew Dad could only pony up $50 every month, and no one ever pressed him any further. My dad said he would risk anything except his marriage. Everyone says I look like her, even now that she's been gone nearly a decade. I can see it in pictures more than my memory. I've inherited her dark blonde hair, slender if not petite frame, and beautiful blue eyes. A few generations ago, people might have wondered if I was the milkman's daughter. My father had a stocky build, dark-haired with a little gray, without gaining much extra weight, even after the car accident.
Daddy and I had always been close after that. I never had any brothers or sisters, and he never had another priority in his life. In many ways, we were used to being each other's primary companions. Even as I grew up, we spent nights cuddling up to a tv show or going out to the movies. Going to an all-girl school, I never really had another man in my life and he never had a woman. I couldn't imagine leaving my father all alone when I grew up, so I went to the local university and lived at home.
Before I went to college, Dad kept to his old promise, never gambling more than once a month and never putting down more than $50. My grades were always good, so I got a full ride scholarship. I guess that gave him an excuse. I noticed my father's increased gambling after a few months. Of course, at first he started taking home money. I guess gamblers always have to win sometimes. He was on a streak when he started up a monthly poker game, and for a while he raked it in.
Then his luck changed. Daddy always talked about the wins, never the losses. So I never knew exactly how much money, only that he owed even my uncles. Like I said, only Uncle Drew was actually Dad's brother.
He married Aunt Linda, had three boys, and rarely got out of the house. Drew looked younger than my daddy; he didn't have the gray in his hair, maybe because he had the same dirty blonde color as me. While my father was shorter and stocky, Uncle Drew stood tall and lanky. He also arrived first to help set up.
"How's my favorite niece?" Drew asked around two cases of Corona.
"Your only niece," I called from the couch.
"I knew there was a reason you got to be the favorite."
Daddy started putting beer in the refrigerator, giving Uncle Drew the chance to come up behind me and yank playfully on both pigtails.
"Hey!"
"Couldn't help myself," Uncle Drew smirked.
"I see where your boys get it from, just don't go teaching them that if you want me to babysit ever again."
He raised his hands in front of his chest to give a "who me?" gesture, then helped my father lay out the snacks and poker chips. When I was around the house, I usually wore my hair in pigtails instead of a ponytail. I like the way my hair parts just over my right eye. It makes me look very young. Though at 18, it's not like I have much to worry about. Originally, I planned to go out with friends this poker night, but everything fell through. I figured I'd just lay low, watch some TV, and call it an early night.
Uncle Terry and Uncle Jeff arrived together. They both worked with Daddy at the police station. If I ever needed to scare a boy, Uncle Terry would be perfect. A big black man, if you didn't know what a teddy bear he really was, he tended to look mean. He towered over the other men and looked downright frightening in his uniform. Terry kept his head shaved, and his muscles always seemed flexed with popping veins. He probably could've picked me up and bench pressed my body without breaking a sweat.
Standing next to him, Uncle Jeff looked like he'd been cast in a buddy cop movie with Terry. They both wore their uniforms, but Jeff only came up to Terry's massive shoulders. He had bright red hair, though it was noticeably thinning, and freckles all over. I never noticed his body like Terry's, but he probably had a few more pounds than he'd like to admit. He had grown a goatee in the past few years, which I found less than flattering. Maybe it was to disguise his hairline.
I said hello and everyone checked in on my first semester at college. It was almost 10 o'clock before everyone gathered around the table.
After about an hour, I changed into my pajamas. Really, I wore next to nothing. Just a pair of tight fitting yoga pants and a white low-cut T-shirt. My tits weren't huge; they were small enough for me to be super self-conscious about.
At least I wore a B cup. Whenever I showered with other girls, it always seemed like I had the smallest boobies in the room. I guess the only advantage was that I never really needed a bra. Still in that close fitting shirt, the men could make out most of me if I bounced or moved too quickly.
I didn't intend to be up too long though, I wanted to go run in the morning. Besides, it was only family, all of these men knew me since grade school. Even though I had started to consider the attractive qualities of my uncles and father, it never occurred to me they might do the same now that my body had finished developing. Having been to an all-girls Catholic High School, there's a lot about boys I still don't understand.
After my show ended, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I came back to the table, I saw that same expression pasted all over my father's face. As I leaned over his shoulder to give Daddy a good night kiss, I also noticed the dwindling pile of chips in front of his cards.
"Maybe you should let her play for you, Chuck," Uncle Drew said.
Everyone else laughed.
"Couldn't do any worse," Jeff piled on, smiling behind his red beard.
Daddy didn't seem to be laughing.
I put my hand on his broad shoulder.
"Can I get you a beer or something, Daddy?"
"Sure, baby girl," he said, still staring at his cards.
I almost skipped to the kitchen. There was something about being around my uncles that caused me to act deferential. I grabbed the cold beer and leaned over as I gave it to Daddy, suddenly seeing Drew's eyes open wide. But I only really noticed when Uncle Terry seemed to find something interesting on the floor.
I looked down and realized the low cut in my shirt gave the whole table a great view of my titties. I blushed as I quickly pushed my shirt against my chest, thinking they must've seen everything but my nipples.
"Night, everyone..." I stammered.
"It's a Friday..." said Uncle Drew. "Why don't you stay a while? Your other uncles hardly ever get to see you and you're growing up so fast."
"Come on," said Uncle Jeff. "I'll even stake you for a couple hands."
I played for a couple hands, and even won once on two pair, nines, and threes. When I reached for the pot, I got a little careless leaning over and again could feel the eyes on me, even from my father. Only now, I kind of liked the attention now, since no one made a big deal of it.
After 15 minutes, I had more chips in front of me than Daddy. A few hands later, Daddy busted.
"It's okay, Daddy," I said stroking his arm. "You have my chips, I'm up too late already."
"Sorry, honey, that's not how it works," Jeff answered. "I gave that money for you to play. Not so Charles can owe me more money."
My Daddy frowned.
"Well, I'm out early then," he said.
"Maybe we can work something out," said my Uncle Drew. "Hell, all our kids are growing up so fast. I miss seeing Katie in her uniform ready for school. Tell you what, Chuck, it's worth a handful of chips to take a stroll down memory lane. That is, if it's okay with Katie. I don't know how often her other uncles saw that outfit or if she knows what it does to guys."
"I don't know.." My father said warily.
"Oh, come on," said Jeff. "It's nothing we haven't seen before."
Only Terry kept tight lipped. It didn't really bother me. Years ago I had gotten used to the plaid skirt, chest hugging white blouse, and itchy knee-high stockings. I consider the outfit more embarrassing than sexy, though I was vaguely aware of the fetish.
So I agreed over Dad's protests, and ran to my room to change.
I came back hearing a few whistles as I made my way towards the table. I had put on a matching pink bra and underwear set to maintain any sort of modesty. I sat down blushing again, and glad to see a small pile of chips in front of my Daddy.
He deserved some fun.
"Wow...." Jeff said. "You look better than ever."
The rest of the guys took turns complimenting me, even Daddy told me what a beautiful young woman I'd become. But Terry stayed silent. Finally, I asked him.
