by Seven Rue
“I promise you, Uncle Theo,” I replied with a soft smile, then I unbuckled and opened the car door. “Good night, Birdie,” he said, and I waved, shutting the door.
I walked up the few stairs to reach Dad, and as I got there, he handed me my iPad and headphones. “How was the drive?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Very nice. That Dodge is incredibly loud. I really like it,” I told him. “Don’t expect me to buy you one of those on your eighteenth,” he smirked, and I shook my head while we walked inside the house.
“I don’t want a car, Daddy,” I told him. He spoiled me all my life. I had enough things already, and a car was not something I needed or wanted at the moment.
“What is it that you want, baby bird?” he asked, his voice low. For a second I thought he knew about the sick thing that happened in Theo’s car, but I was just imagining things.
“Tonight…I want you to watch a movie with me,” I told him with a smile and he nodded.
“All right. Go put on your pajama. I’ll get ready for bed too and we can make ourselves comfortable on the couch.”
I agreed with a nod and hurried upstairs into my bathroom. Dad never turned down movie night. We watched many movies when I was little, and he didn’t care if we re-watched some of them.
After putting on my pajama, I brushing my teeth and walked downstairs to turn on the tv already. I went on Netflix and looked through my list of movies I still had to watch.
“What are we watching?” Dad asked as he walked into the living room. He switched off the light, leaving the big screen to illuminate the room. The big window let in a lot of light too, and once again, the moon shone brightly.
“Gone Girl?” I suggested. Dad sat down on the couch and nodded, so I selected the movie and sat down next to him.
We hadn’t seen that movie yet, but I was starting to enjoy it with every minute that passed. I leaned against Dad, with my legs pulled up against my body.
His arm was stretch behind me, and I couldn’t resist touching him. My hand was already on this stomach, and while he was concentrating on the movie, I moved my hand up slowly toward his chest. He had a shirt on, and I wished I dared to slide my hand underneath it.
But the fantasies I had would only come true with Theo. Dad would never let me touch him the way I touched Theo, and he would never let me suck his cock…right?
I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and tugged on it, stretching my leg over his lap, and keeping my eyes on the big screen in front of us. Not sure if it was the blowjob I gave Theo in the car, but I felt like an addict, needing to taste another dick.
Dad’s hand touched my thigh, and he pulled it closer to his stomach while his other arm wrapped around my back. I cuddled closer to him, letting my hand move down to his stomach again. I felt every single muscle under my touch, and the kiss he planted on the top of my head told me that he wasn’t as concentrated as he seemed to be.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Why don’t you date anymore? I mean…don’t you miss having company?” I wondered, my eyes on his stomach now. I played with the hem of his shirt, getting glimpses of the trail of hair leading from his belly button down to his shaft.
“Because I don’t want to. I got you. I don’t need another woman running around in this house,” he explained. That made me smile. I was enough for him.
“Besides…” he continued, and I traced the tip of my index finger along the waistband of his shorts. “I don’t think I could ever love a woman as much as I love you.”
Those words meant the world to me. Sure, he probably meant it in a fatherly way, but I liked to imagine him saying those things and not seeing me as his daughter.
My finger moved along his waistband, and I felt him squeeze my thigh. He didn’t say anything about me touching him, so I kept going. Soon, my hand was underneath his shirt, and I spread my fingers over his stomach.
His muscles tensed under my touch, but he still didn’t say a word. I took that as an invitation and kept caressing his warm skin. Then, carefully, his hand started to move along my thigh.
This was not how a father and daughter spent the nights watching a movie. But then, they also didn’t spend nights together in bed, cuddling and getting aroused by one another.
I felt brave and moved my hand further up his stomach, feeling his hard pecks under my touch and his hard nipple. He still didn’t talk, and I kept my head down to act as if I didn’t realize what I was doing. Of course, I was taking in every single second of this.
His grip tightened on my thigh, and the hand on my waist pulled my shirt up to caress my skin. My eyes were on the bulge in his shorts, and I saw his cock jolt as I softy pinched his nipple between my finger and thumb. That was new to me. Normally, I wouldn’t go as far as touching a man’s nipple, but then…I never had the chance to.
“Birdie,” I heard him growl, and I looked up to see his eyes on me, a gleam of desire in them. “What are you doing?” he asked, and I quickly shrugged. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I kept my hand on his chest, moving my thumb over his nipple again and again.
“Do you want me to stop?” I shot back. He watched me closely, not giving me an answer. The longer he stayed silent, the bigger the chance got that he was genuinely enjoying this.
Chapter Eleven
Rhett
Something was wrong with me. Why did it feel good having my fucking nipple pinched by my own damn daughter? How was I enjoying her touch?
Shit…I had to stop this before my dick grew any bigger.
I reached for her hand underneath my shirt and pulled it out. I put it on her own thigh, then I patted the back of her hand. “This is not appropriate, baby bird,” I told her, trying to concentrate on the movie again.
For a while I thought that was it. She wouldn’t touch me again, and I was able to relax again, making my dick calm down a little. But after some minutes, Birdie turned her head and pressed her lips to my jawline.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” she whispered, pressing one more kiss to my cheek.
Shit. She knew exactly what to do to trick someone into thinking she was just being sweet. My little girl was a master manipulator, and I was starting to like it.
I moved my hand to her waist, pulling her closer to me while my other hand cupped the back of her head. “It’s fine, baby. Just know that it’s not right to touch your daddy. It’s wrong,” I told her, but she wasn’t buying what I was saying.
She only pressed her perfect little tits against my arm more while her smile grew. “But would it really be so wrong? I mean…we’re not related by blood.”
“You’re seventeen, Birdie,” I pointed out, which only made my dick jolt.
Why was her age turning me on so damn much?
“So what?” she asked, puckering her lips, and putting her hand back on my stomach. She kept it above the shirt, but the way she moved along my muscles suggested that she wanted more than just cuddles from me tonight.
“So you’re gonna have to keep your hands to yourself. And I’ll have to keep mine to myself,” I told her, yet I didn’t push her and off me.
“But…I like touching you, Daddy.”
I eyed her carefully, wondering what had happened in this short amount of time that made her act like a fucking porn star. She looked like one too. Shit.
I didn’t know what to reply to that, so I kept quiet and tried to take my eyes off her. That’s when she finally turned her head back to the tv, and I relaxed a little.
The movie was almost over, and as the time passed, I started to lean back more and more, with my head on the armrest of the couch and Birdie’s body halfway on top of mine. This was all on me, but I was starting to get uncomfortable the way I was sitting before, so I had to change position.
But like I said…I was more or less to blame for what happened next. Birdie’s hips moved against mine, and while my dick stiffened again, she wrapped her leg around me again. My dick was now
right between her legs, and I could feel her pussy on my length.
I put my hands on her hips, wanting to push her off me at first, but the way she moved against my hardness only made me press her small body against me more.
A groan escaped me, and I looked at Birdie as she pushed herself up with her hands on my chest until she was straddling me.
I kept my hands on her hips, helping her dry humping me while the end credits of the movie started rolling. Birdie’s eyes were fixed on mine, and I wished I had more control over this situation.
The tip of my dick was peeking out of my shorts, pressed against my stomach as her pussy moved along my shaft. “Birdie,” I breathed, trying to stop her from moving. But she didn’t, and while I was starting to pulsate underneath her pussy, I felt warmth rise from between her legs.
“Shit, baby bird. This is so fucking wrong,” I told her.
“You like it,” she pointed out. She kept on riding me, and I kept on encouraging her to do so. My fingers dug into her skin, and I felt her hands move under my shirt again.
They lingered on my stomach, then her right hand moved up to my chest, first cupping one of my pecks and then pinching my nipple the way she did before.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t,” I told her, but I couldn’t stop. I pressed her down to squeeze my dick even more, and while she kept moving her sweet little ass back and forth and along my length, I reached up with one hand to cup her jaw.
“Baby bird,” I growled, looking her deep in the eyes. I felt the tension building in my abdomen. My legs started to tingle, and I knew release was just what I needed. The tip of my dick was already out, and with her pussy rubbing against it I couldn’t hold back.
She pinched my nipple again, and I still tried to figure out how that felt so damn good. But while she did, precum dripped onto my stomach, quickly followed by a load of cum.
“Ah, fuck!” I groaned, holding her down while I shot my load all over my stomach. Birdie was smiling from ear to ear, clearly enjoying making her daddy cum. I caught my breath and pulled her hands out from under my shirt.
“Go to bed, baby bird,” I demanded, and with no hesitation, she got up and left to go upstairs.
She did not only make me cum by just rubbing her wet pussy on my dick, but she also made me want to repay her for what she did. I wanted to lick her pussy. Finger her. Fuck her. Soon.
Chapter Twelve
Birdie
After what happened last night on the couch, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have both Dad and Uncle Theo in front of me, naked. The car ride back home with Theo sparked so many dirty thoughts when I cuddled up to Dad on the couch, and I couldn’t help myself from touching his body.
Today, while I took my online classes, my mind drifted away from the subject I had to learn, and instead, I couldn’t get my mind off those two men who raised me.
It was wrong, making either of them do what they did to me secretively. But it was sick on their end to let me, an underage girl, make them cum. I enjoyed it to the fullest, wishing I could go back and do it all over again. Have Theo’s thick, long cock in my mouth again, and rubbing against Dad’s hardness while he held me tight on top of him.
What was going on between us excited me. I wanted more. So much more.
Dad texted me that he would be a little late for dinner tonight and that he would bring a friend. He didn’t mention any of what went down last night, but the way he phrased his sentences told me that he was trying to figure out what to think about him cuming all over his stomach while his seventeen-year-old daughter rubbed her pussy along his throbbing dick.
We slept in separate beds last night, but I was happy and pleased with myself.
Dad didn’t trust me making dinner, so he told me to order a few things so when he got back, we could start eating.
The food arrived before he did, and I put everything out and also set the table for three. I didn’t know what friend he was talking about. He often invited friends over on his birthday, and sometimes also on Christmas.
I met some of his family when I was younger, but due to them not leaving close to where we lived, we didn’t really talk to them. Rhett also didn’t seem to care much about his parents. He didn’t grow up in a nice home. Well, his parents did have lots of money, but he was controlled from a young age on, and he just wanted to do what he liked, not being told what to do by his parents.
I was on the couch watching Netflix as the front door opened. I heard Dad talk, and another voice chuckled. I didn’t recognize it, so I waited for them to turn the corner. I got up from the couch as Dad came into sight, his smile immediately falling.
“Hey, Birdie,” he greeted, then nodded to his friend. “This is Luke. You may remember him. He babysat you a few times when you were little,” Dad explained, and I nodded.
“I remember,” I smiled, taking in the handsome, olive-skinned man. He was slightly taller than Dad and Uncle Theo, and his muscles were incredible.
I took a few steps closer to Luke, holding out my arms to embrace. Luke took the hint, grinning down at me. “Damn, you grew up to be a real woman, Birdie,” he said, wrapping his arms around me.
It would’ve been a simple hug if I hadn’t pushed my hips against his crotch where I felt his large shaft in his jeans. Shit, here we go again, I thought. Another man I could play with.
Luke’s hands squeezed my waist before he pushed me off him, giving me a slightly confused look before he smiled again. He was uncomfortable letting me press against him the way I liked to do with Theo.
That’s when I saw the ring on his left hand. He was married, which did not make me hold back at all. This was getting better and better, and I had to hold in my excitement.
“Food’s on the table,” I told Dad and Luke, and as we walked to the dining room, Dad leaned into my ear and whispered: “Hands off.”
It was a warning, but it was amusing how he thought I would go for Luke after what happened last night. I should tell Dad about Theo and me. If Dad was sick enough to let his daughter ride him, then I don’t think he would mind knowing about me and his best friend.
*
After eating and having to listen to Dad and Luke talk about sports and business, I decided to clean up and let them continue their conversation in the living room.
I noticed Luke’s eyes on me a few times while eating, and every time I smiled at him, there was a gleam of lust in his gaze. I had this theory that a forty-seven-year-old man with a same-aged wife didn’t get the fun he deserved, and that’s why he looked at me like I was his prey. A little, innocent lamb waiting for the lion to strike.
Dad shot warning glances at me while I tried not to flirt with Luke, but it was hopeless and he knew it. I enjoyed it. Too damn much.
“Baby bird,” Dad called out, and I turned to look to the living room where they were both getting up from the couch. “Luke’s leaving,” he added, and I let down the kitchen towel.
“Already?” I asked with a pout.
“Yeah, already?” Theo’s voice surprised us all. He must’ve entered just now, but I didn’t mind him being here. Not one bit.
I looked at him and smiled, but he didn’t return it. He looked at Luke and nodded. “Sorry I’m late, man. I had some stuff to handle at work,” Theo said.
“I gotta get home to my wife. She needs help with putting the kids to bed,” Luke explained. “We can get together another time. We should do barbecue,” he suggested, and Dad nodded.
“Sounds good to me.”
I tore my eyes off Theo, then wave at Luke as he walked toward the front door. “Good night,” he said, then left before any of us could say another word. He couldn’t get out of here faster, and I like to think it was because I made him uncomfortable.
“Want a beer?” Dad asked Theo and walked to the kitchen. I sent another glance Theo’s way, then followed my father into the other room.
“Yeah,” Theo answered, sitting down on the couch. There was tension building, and I knew it
was because of all the things I did with Dad and Theo yesterday. It was a perverted, twisted day, and I hoped that tonight it would continue.
Chapter Thirteen
Birdie
The three of us were sitting in the living room, Dad and Theo had a beer in their hands, and I was neatly tugged in the corner of the couch with a blanket covering me.
Dad sat next to me, but he kept his distance. Theo was on the couch opposite us, his legs spread the way they were yesterday in the car. I was listening to their conversation about a patient Dad had a few days ago. The story didn’t interest me a whole lot, but I loved watching them go on with their conversation while I let my eyes wander all over their bodies.
Dad’s beard grew in the past days, and I wondered what it would feel like to have him down there between my legs, sucking and licking my clit.
Theo had stubbles covering his face, and when he kissed me in the car last night, I felt those small hairs tickle my soft skin. I liked it, and I wanted more.
Dad set his empty beer on the coffee table. “Would you like another beer, Daddy?” I asked, and he nodded without looking at me.
I pulled the blanket off my legs and got up, then glanced over at Theo who took the last sip of his beer. “Would you like another one too, Uncle Theo?” I asked, and just like Dad, he nodded.
With a smile, I walked past Dad, leaning down to grab the two empty bottles of beer before I went to the kitchen to get two more. They were quite in the living room until I went back and handed them their beers.
“Thank you, baby bird,” Dad said, his eyes dropping to my legs as I stepped over his to get to my spot on the couch. But instead of sitting down where I was before, I sat down right next to Dad.
“How’s school going, Birdie?” Theo asked, surprising me with his interest. I shrugged.
“Good. I have one subject I’m not very good at, but other than that I’m doing well,” I replied with a smile. He nodded and took a sip of his beer.