Loved by Twin Daddies

Chapter 2

"No," Daddy said finally, heading toward the refrigerator, "but that outfit is a little more revealing than you usually wear."

"Well, how about I only wear it at home then?" I offered.

Daddy raised one eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything while he handed Uncle Larry a beer.

"Well, at least put on that apron I got you on so you don't get your new outfit messy," Uncle Larry said.

Whew! They weren't going to make me change. Daddy didn't look too happy, but if everything went according to plan, hopefully he would be smiling by the end of the night.

"Good idea, Uncle Larry," I said to him, reaching for my apron hanging up in the pantry. "Can you tie it for me?"

I love cooking and I love frilly things, so one of my birthday presents had been a blue-and-white-checkered apron with white ruffle edging. The bib part of the apron had trouble staying over my breasts, barely being wide enough to cover them, and the skirt of my apron didn't quite reach my knees, but it did cover me more than my clothes did. I brought it over to Uncle Larry, and he slipped the neck part over my head.

"Turn around," he told me, and I shivered a little as I obeyed what he said.

His hands grabbed either side of the bib to make sure it was in place, then slid his hands down it to the skirt, the back of his thumbs brushing over my breasts on their way down the bib. He must have felt how hard my n*****s were, but he didn't say anything, just pulling the skirt ties around to the back, and tying a big bow tightly. The apron pressed against me like a second skin, emphasizing my small waist and large breasts even more than before. Hey, if that's what he wanted to have happen, I was okay with that!

"So," Daddy said, after watching this all take place. "Let's get dinner going, and you can tell us all about school and your plans for the summer."

We all chipped in to help get dinner on the table, like we had so many times before. Daddy fired up the grill and got the fish and asparagus on while I finished up the salad and Uncle Larry set the patio table with silverware and dishes. The sun was starting to go down and with a big shaded umbrella, the heat was bearable enough to eat outside on the deck. A few years ago when I entered high school, Daddy had built a double-layer deck off the back of the house and had put in a swimming pool. We ate dinner on the deck almost every night when the weather was warm, and I loved having my friends over for pool parties.

Dinner was delicious and we talked about school, projects Daddy and Uncle Larry were working on, and what I was going to do for the summer. I had two part-time jobs - one as a lifeguard (hence my already slightly tan skin, as I'd been working there on the weekends for a month already), and one at the public library - and lots of pool parties planned.

"Thanks for a yummy dinner, Daddy," I told him, as we finished up our meals.

"Thank you, too," Daddy said, draining his third beer of the night.

"Looks like you and Uncle Larry need refills," I said, standing up. "I'll bring them back out after I take our plates inside."

I leaned over to get Uncle Larry's plate, and his eyes immediately dropped to my breasts, pressed together so tightly in my shirt and apron. I pretended not to notice and then did the same for Daddy's plate. He was better about hiding his look, but he still glanced out of the corner of his eye, as I lingered bent over, picking up his silverware.

"Be right back," I said brightly, finally stacking all three plates and utensils and heading into the kitchen.

"Holy s**t, bro," I heard Uncle Larry say quietly to my dad when he thought I was out of earshot. I had left the window open over the kitchen sink, so I could eavesdrop on what they were saying out on the porch.

"What?" Daddy said, defensively.

"Her outfit?" Uncle Larry prompted. "I can't believe you let her wear that!"

Oh god, not that again, I thought.

"Let her?" Daddy said. "I came down from the shower, and there she is at the counter wearing that with you grinding up against her. Don't think I didn't see that!"

"I wasn't grinding!" Uncle Larry protested. "I went to give her a hug, I didn't realize how she was dressed. What happened to our little girl?"

Daddy smirked. "Well, she's not so little in some areas."

"Ha! You're telling me," Uncle Larry said. "How big do you think those are now?"

"Last time I looked, her bra was a double-D, but I swear she's gotten bigger since then."

OMG! Daddy had looked at my bras to check my size! Mmm, I wonder what he did with that information...

"Double-D? Damn!" Uncle Larry said. "Well, she's definitely growing up. Not sure I'm ready for all that."

"Even though you don't seem to mind looking at 'all that'," Daddy said.

"Well hell, bro," Uncle Larry said, "I'm only human!"

"Yeah," Daddy agreed. "Me too."

This was great news. They both liked looking and they both realized I was growing up. Game on!

I put the plates and things in the dishwasher, grabbed two beers, a glass of white wine, and headed back outside.

"Here you go, Daddy," I said, pressing myself against his back while setting his beer in front of him. I kissed the top of his head while my breasts pressed into his shoulders.

"And for you, Uncle Larry," I said, moving around Daddy to set his beer in front of Uncle Larry. I stood to the side of his chair and bent over to press a kiss to his head, too, my breasts almost in his face.

"And for me," I said, finally flopping into my chair, letting my skirt ride up a little.

"And what, exactly, is for you?" Daddy asked.

"Just a glass of white wine, Daddy," I told him innocently.

"And who said you could have that?" Uncle Larry asked.

"Pleeeease!" I begged. "You let me have a glass of champagne at cousin Cindy's wedding last year!"

"Yes, but that was a special occasion," Daddy said.

"Well, tonight's a special occasion, too," I said. "It's my first night of summer freedom as an 18-year-old." No harm in reminding them how old I was!

"Fine," Daddy sighed, "but just the one."

"You're such a pushover," Uncle Larry accused him, but I squealed and threw myself out of my chair at Daddy.

"Oh thank you, thank you, Daddy!" I said, my arms around his neck, kissing all over his face.

I was bent over the arm of his chair, my butt pointed toward Uncle Larry, and I knew he was getting his first view of just how short my skirt really was. I heard him almost choke on his beer as I bent over further so half my ass was in view. Before he could say anything, I sat back down quickly, and picked up my glass of wine, taking a big sip.

"Delish!" I declared.

"Slow down, baby," Daddy said. "You can't drink that like it's water."

"Well," I giggled, "at least if I get drunk off one glass of wine, it's only you and Uncle Larry here who could take advantage of me."

Daddy and Uncle Larry awkwardly smiled, and I knew they were mulling over the idea I had just put in their heads - taking advantage of their 18-year-old daughter/niece!

We spent another hour or so on the porch, talking and sipping our drinks, while the sun set and the mosquitos came out. Then we all carried leftover food and platters inside to the kitchen.

"Why don't you and Uncle Larry go turn a game on," I suggested, handing them both another beer (their 5th!). "I'm sure someone's playing something."

"You sure, princess?" Daddy asked. "We all made the mess, we can all help clean up."

"No, no," I told him, "I've got it tonight. Just save room on the couch for me, and one of you can rub my feet later when I get in there."

We had a little family tradition of watching movies together on the couch while one of them rubbed my feet. It started out as a tickling game when I was a little girl, and changed to a foot massage as I got older and spent more time on my feet. I was planning to take advantage of family time tonight!

Cleaning up took about a half hour, and I grabbed two more beers as I headed into the living room.

"Uncle Larry," I asked, holding up the beers, "beer in exchange for untying my apron? I think it got into a knot."

"Sure, baby," he said.

He started to get up, but I turned around quickly and sat right down into his lap, my skirt flaring up so it there was only my bikini bottoms between his pants and my ass cheeks. I leaned forward, propping my elbows on my knees with the beer bottles still in my hands.

"Can you see the knot?" I asked.

"Uh huh," he said, in s strangled voice, as I shifted over his lap a little, grinding my ass into it. "Hold still, pun'kin."

"Okay, Uncle Larry," I said obediently and held still. He untied my apron, lifted it over my head, and laid it on the end table.

"So, who wants to rub my feet?" I asked, still holding the beers hostage.

"I will," Uncle Larry said, removing me from his lap quickly. I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to feel the bulge growing there.

"Okay," I said, "I'll go sit in Daddy's lap while you rub."

I handed him a beer and Daddy a beer and then scooted closer to Daddy. It's a long couch, with Daddy at one end and Uncle Larry on the other. What I usually do is lean against one while the other massages my feet, but today I wanted to up the ante. I swung my legs up onto the couch and put them right over Uncle Larry's bulge in this lap. Then, I scooted back all the way to Daddy's lap, dragging my legs over Uncle Larry until just my feet and calves were still on him. Daddy lifted up his right arm, and I slid my torso under it, leaning back against his left arm and the couch arm, bracing my back in a half-seated position. His right arm came down across my bare stomach, but then he picked it up again as quickly as if he had been burned. His right arm had the beer bottle in it, and beer splashed over shirt, exposed chest, and stomach.