Stepping from the hot bath water, I pat-dried my skin and put on my favorite perfume, Shalimar. Slipping into one of my little spring slip dresses, I brushed my hair until it was almost dry. I had just come home to spend some time with my dad, in Santa Cruz, and to also spend some time on the beach having fun. Flipping through the TV channels I came across an advertisement for a movie that was playing downtown. I didn't notice the title, but the idea of a movie sounded great! "But," I thought to myself, "I need someone to take me. It's not as much fun going to the movie alone."
Our rooms were upstairs, over a tavern. Even though my dad had the room next door, I figured I'd just call and ask him. Besides, this way I didn't really have to get dressed until I was sure it was a 'go.'
"Hello, Daddy?" I asked when a voice answered the number I had dialed.
"Well, I could be, depending on who this is," came the voice on the other end of the phone.
Nervously, I bit my lower lip. "Is this 555-4942?"
There was a chuckle on the phone, then the voice said, "This must be Lisa." Silence. "I'm Brad, Brad Dalton." More silence. "You know, your Uncle Brad?"
Feeling a little embarrassed and confused now, I replied, "Oh, like HI! I'm totally sorry. I wasn't sure who this was."
Brad chuckled again, "That's okay. From what Matt's told me, you're not the same little girl I remember from ten years ago, anyway. So, when do I get to meet you?"
He sounded so macho on the phone and I finally relaxed enough to answer. "Well, I not dressed at the moment, but maybe later we could meet downstairs for a drink." There was a moment's silence on the phone. "Hello?" I offered.
Then a more familiar voice spoke. "Hi, Sweetheart," I heard my daddy say. "Don't mind him. He's always been a tease; but if I were you, I'd make sure I was fully dressed right now."
At that moment there was a heavy knock on my door. "Daddy," I squealed, "what do I do? I'm not dressed for company." I looked around and panicked as the door popped open, and there stood Brad.
"Honey, I'm home," he roared. When he actually saw me standing there in nothing but my slip dress, he let out a long whistle. "Holy cow! Holy cow! Holy cow! Matt told me you were all grown up, but he didn't tell me THIS grown up! You're what, eighteen? With a body like that? Get outta town!"
Hearing all this, I still stood there holding the phone in a state of shock. He salivated as he stared at me, but then I wasn't exactly ignoring what I saw either. He was stockier than my dad was, but Brad obviously worked out. Muscles bulged everywhere, including his crotch. I couldn't help but give him the full body eye treatment as well. "Wow!" I thought. I slowly put the phone back in the cradle and nervously tried to fix my damp hair.
Uncle Brad held out his arms just like my dad always did. By reflex, I crossed the floor and fell into his waiting arms. "I think I've died and gone to heaven," he exclaimed as he mashed me flat against his muscular chest.
Just then Matt came through the door. "Okay, don't wrinkle the merchandise. Remember that this is MY daughter. Come here, Baby."
Reluctantly, I squirmed from Brad's embrace, and obediently turned to my father. "I love you, Daddy," I told him. Knowing that Brad was behind me, I raised up on my toes to get my arms around my father's neck. Brad looked down at the shapely muscles in my tanned calves. I knew he was wondering if my thighs were as perfectly shaped. I slipped from my daddy's arms and took both men's hands and led them to the sofa to sit next to me.
"So, what can we do for you, Beautiful?" my father asked. My heart was pounding with excitement. I still felt a little nervous dressed like I was, sitting between two very handsome men. My father had always been a turn-on for me as it was, but this brother of his was sending major goose bumps up and down my arms and my legs.
"Well, I don't have any plans tonight, so I was going to ask if you wanted to take me to a movie," I aswered. They looked at each other across my chest and gave each other a thumbs up.
My dad stood up first. "Okay," he said. "We'll pick you up in about an hour, unless you want to go dressed like that."
I looked down at the flimsy dress I was wearing and shook my head coyly. "I don't think so," I told them. "Besides, I want to dress up in something special for the two of you." I pushed them both out the door and locked it securely behind them. As I leaned against the closed door, I let out an excited schoolgirl squeal, saying, "He's so damn cute!" I ran my hands over my big breasts and blew a kiss to myself in the mirror across the room. Hurrying quickly to my bedroom closet I thrashed around desperately to find something appropriate to express my growing sexual needs and desires.
The hour passed to the second, and then came the expected knock. "It's open!" I announced. "Come on in."
Uncle Brad and my father both tried to get through the door at the same time. I could tell that neither was prepared for what they beheld. Both men froze while still wedged in the door when they saw me. I had my blonde hair put up in a french twist, highlighting my high cheekbones and full glossy lips. The outfit I had chosen was a red mini dress that barely covered my ass. It was made of a latex rubber material, and looked like it was spray painted to my very prominently displayed breasts. I wore matching 5-inch heels and had decided against any nylons.
"Well, how do I look?" I purred.
After what seemed like forever, my daddy stammered, "I think I speak for both of us. You look good enough to eat!"
Brad wasn't much better at trying to say anything intelligible. "I....I....Aye Yai Yai!" he stuttered as he looked at my father. "You are still going to tell me that this is my niece?"
Smiling sweetly, I strutted by the two of them and out into the hallway. My dad closed my door and locked it. "What movie would you like to see Sweet Th..... ah, Sweetheart?" he inquired.
Stopping momentarily, I reached to straighten his collar. Pressing against him with my heavy breasts, I whispered in his ear, "Daddy, would you two take me to see one of those X-rated movies?"
Brad broke into a wide grin, somehow having heard what I had just said. "Alright! Let's do it!" he agreed.
My father tried in vain to convince me otherwise, trying to come up with every excuse possible. "Uncle Brad will take me, if you won't Daddy," I teased. "Won't you, Honey?"
Brad nodded zealously, but Matt grunted, "Okay, but if you go, we're both gonna take you. No way are you going out, anywhere, in that outfit without me!"
Brad took me by the arm. "Allow me to escort the lady to her chariot." He opened the car door and I turned to sit down, hiking my short skirt even further up my legs. I put my left leg in first, lifting it slightly, then pulling my right leg in, also lifting it. Brad could see right up to my crotch and observe the bright red panties I was wearing. He smiled widely and slid in to sit next to me.
We drove to a wonderfully dismal-looking downtown theater. Daddy tried to get me to reconsider before we got to the window, but I assured him that this was what I wanted to do. Period! Daddy paid for the tickets. The cashier ogled me hungrily, but he didn't ask for my I.D. "Cool!" I thought.
Excitement coursed through my body as I entered this forbidden-looking place. I looked around as Daddy and Brad led me into the theater. There were 10 to 15 other guys and no women, and they all turned in their seats to examine me. We sat in the very back row with me between my two handsome escorts. "This is so exciting!" I exclaimed.
The lights dimmed, and the movie started immediately. The opening scene showed two men and one woman. Immediately, she was on her knees blowing one, while the other was fucking her doggie style. All three were either groaning or grunting with animal desire. I whispered to Brad, "She sure has small tits, doesn't she?" Daddy wanted to know what I said, so I lied and said, "I told him I could suck cock better than that!" My dad started to get up in protest, but I calmed him down by putting my finger to his lips. "It's okay, Daddy, I assured him. I'm only kidding. I was just making small talk."