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.