Loved by Twin Daddies

"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 n*****s 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 n*****s 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 breasts, 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 t**s. 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 breasts 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 ass, 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 p***y 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 clit and I started to play a little in the shower, circling it slowly and dipping a finger into my p***y 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 n*****s, with a string tied around my neck and behind my back. The bottoms barely covered my ass and p***y 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 ass, and a sleeveless button up shirt that I didn't button; instead, I tied it below my breasts, leaving my stomach bare and my cleavage showing, my large breasts 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 ass cheeks and light blue bikini-covered p***y. 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 n*****s 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 breasts 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 n*****s were getting hard again, and I wanted to press my legs together as my clit started to throb a bit. "I'm 18 now," I told them, "and it's summertime and hot as hell outside. What was I supposed to wear? A burqa?"