DING DONG!
"Who's that?"
Cara looked up from the pictures she was editing on her phone when the doorbell rang. Molly and Joni had helped her take a bunch of swimsuit photos with Cara in a new bathing suit she'd purchased after telling them about the types of things she'd happily done for her daddy and Uncle Johnny in order to earn extra allowance money for the girls weekend they were taking. Molly and Joni were only too happy to help Cara do a sexy photo shoot in her suit that was hardly more than a series of straps that didn't fully cover her extra large 18-year-old perky breasts (or any other part of her). Cara was doing a little light editing and then planned to send the hottest ones to Daddy and Uncle Johnny as a "Thank you for letting me go on this girls weekend" surprise.
"Dunno, did you end up ordering food, Joni?" asked Molly, looking up from the pitcher of margaritas she was making in the kitchen.
Molly's black skin glistened from freshly applied lotion against the wife beater tank she was barely wearing. She had cut a deep V from the neck and from the bottom hem in front, so that only about an inch of fabric between her pendulous breasts held the shirt together. Her 18-year-old teenage tits formed deep cleavage in the V-neck of the beater, while her big mauve aureolas and brown nipples could clearly be seen pressing against the thin white fabric of her shirt. Orange running shorts completed the outfit, with the waistband rolled down to meet the top of her big bubble butt, the nylon of the shorts pulled up tight between both her pussy lips and her firm ass cheeks.
"Nope, wasn't me," said Joni.
Both Molly in the kitchen and Cara on the living room couch had a front-row view thanks to the open-plan first floor of Joni wearing black spandex booty shorts and a cut-off football jersey doing some stretches on a yoga mat she had spread out on the living room floor. Currently, Joni's limber 18-year-old cheerleader body was bent in the upside down V shape of the downward dog yoga pose, her curly red hair in a thick braid hanging down over her head. Her black shorts were nestled between her full ass cheeks, half of her round globes, a little pink from all the sunbathing, hanging out of the fabric, while the cut-off jersey was gaping open from the bottom as Joni's top half was upside down, leaving her equally large creamy white breasts topped with their strawberry pink nipples fully on display.
"It wasn't me either," Cara said, as the doorbell rang again, "but I guess I should go see who it is."
She watched as Joni sensually lowered her upper body, dragging the tips of her nipples along the mat as she moved her upper body through her outstretched arms, her pelvis coming to hover just above the floor, her head and torso now held up in the inverted back bend stretch of upward facing dog. The football jersey just barely covered Joni's breasts thrust out proudly from her chest, the bottom curves of them just visible beneath the end of the cut-off, while the tip of her braid, now hanging over her shoulder, teased her sensitive nipples pushing against the open weave of the fabric in front. Cara caught her breath and imagined taking Joni's nipples between her lips, sucking on them hard as she fondled one of her friend's huge breasts.
Shaking her head to get rid of the image, Cara stood up from the couch and tucked her phone into the back pocket of her cut-off jean shorts to finish editing photos later. She'd thrown the shorts on over her bathing suit after the photo session had ended, but hadn't bothered to button them. When she opened the front door, she was dressed in nothing more than the short shorts with the pockets visible beneath the hem and the white bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination.
"Daddy!" Cara squealed, seeing who was at the door. "And Uncle Johnny! And...friends?"
...
Bill, Johnny, Chuck, and Roy could hardly believe their good luck when Cara opened the door wearing the outfit she was in. A thin white halter strap was tied in a bow around the back of her neck, leading to two small white strips of stretchy bathing suit fabric that barely covered her rose-colored nipples and left part of her aureolas exposed along with most of her size J breasts. The fabric strips ran down over her ribs and framed her belly button before meeting together in a little whisp of fabric that dipped beneath her cut-off jean shorts where her little pussy slit was barely covered by the white fabric clearly visible in the open fly. The men could also see the little strip of fabric that went around her hips toward the back. Bill assumed those little strips meant the "should be illegal" bathing suit his princess was wearing was also a thong, and he could not have been happier.
"Hey princess," said Bill at the same time that Johnny said, "Hey pun'kin."
Cara continued to gape at them, holding the door open but not inviting them inside. She had just been thinking about them while editing the photos and it was like her brain had short-circuited when she had opened the door to see them standing there with two other men - one white guy and one black guy, both about her daddy and Uncle Johnny's ages, both equally ripped and hot.
"Looks like you've been enjoying your girls weekend, princess," Bill said. "Aren't you going to invite us in?"
He looked back at the other two men in the group. "Johnny and I've got Joni and Molly's dads with us." He winked at the two men before turning back to Cara.
"We thought it might be fun to see what you three get up to on the girls weekends we're paying for."
"Uh, sure, Daddy," said Cara nervously, stepping to the side to let the men come in.
All four men stepped into the house, crowding into the front entryway around Cara.
"Don't be shy, pun'kin," Uncle Johnny said, closing the door behind them. "I've missed you." He reached out, grabbed the back of Cara's head, and pulled her in for a steamy kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and pulling her close so that her breasts rubbed against his chest. He ignored her little gasp and slid his other hand down into the back of her shorts.
"Just like I thought," Bill said as the top of his daughter's ass cheeks came into view, bisected by the thong of her bathing suit.
"Your daughter is wearing the hell out of that suit," said Chuck to Bill admiringly as he watched Johnny make out with his niece, bringing both hands to her asscheeks, using them like handles to pull her body closer and grind his erection against her bare stomach.
"Can't disagree with you on that," Bill said, stepping closer to the kissing couple. "Where's my greeting, princess?"
Johnny pulled away from Cara's face slightly so that Bill could begin making out with his own daughter. Bill's hands closed over Cara's large breasts while biting her lower lip before soothing it with a kiss.
"Mmm, I missed my princess the last couple of nights," Bill said, bouncing her breasts in his big hands, showing off to the other three men around her how they jiggled.
"I missed you too, Daddy,"Cara said, leaning into his touch while still pushing her ass back against her Uncle Johnny's hands. She peppered her father's face with kisses before hungrily kissing his lips.
"Wow, you really weren't kidding," Roy said, reaching down to adjust his own erection. "She loves you touching her body, regardless of who's watching."
Johnny had bent down to lick and suck on one of Cara's nipples through her suit, making the white fabric transparent, while Bill continued to hold her breasts overflowing his big hands while they hungrily made out.
"I think it's time we see what kind of greeting we can get from our own daughters, don't you?" Chuck said to Roy.
The two men left Bill and Johnny groping Cara at the door as they went to find their own daughters.
"Where's my little girl at?" called Roy, going down the hallway toward the rest of the house.
"Daddy?" cried Molly, as Roy and Chuck rounded the corner into the kitchen-dining-living room.
Molly was still in the kitchen, holding the pitcher of margaritas and pouring them into three glasses. Joni was standing with her eyes closed on the yoga mat in the middle of the living room in one-legged tree pose, one foot flat against her other thigh with her heel notched into her crotch, her spandex shorts firmly pulled up into a camel toe, while her arms were in prayer pose at her sternum, elbows out to the sides, her breasts pushed up and resting on her forearms just barely visible beneath the jersey top.
"OMG, Daddy?" Joni said, her eyes popping open and her foot coming to the ground to steady her as she watched her dad saunter into the room alongside Roy.
"Hey baby girl," Roy said, eyeing Molly standing there as frozen as the pitcher of margaritas she'd made.
"Surprise, darlin'!" Chuck said, grinning at Joni, already half-hard looking her up and down in her little yoga outfit.
Joni didn't know what to do with her hands and so simply clasped them in front of her, drawing her daddy's eyes to where her little shorts rode up between her pussy lips and accidentally pushing her breasts together and making them stand out even further beneath her cut-off jersey top.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" Molly finally got out, putting the pitcher of margaritas back onto the counter and nervously crossing her arms in front of her breasts.
As big as they were, that only served to push them even further together, creating deeper cleavage that threatened to burst from her doctored deep V-neck.
"Well, Bill and Johnny invited us over to chat about their concerns for this girls weekend y'all are on," Roy began.
"And one thing led to another and we found out about how Cara earned her weekend allowance," continued Chuck.
