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Even when I was a little girl, poker was always daddy’s night. Once a month, dad invited all three of my uncles (only one was his actual brother) to play a friendly game. Only, things didn’t always turn out so friendly. Daddy loved to gamble and never seemed to learn from losing. Before he got married, Daddy could sink a few thousand dollars into garbage hands trying to win his money back. Once, he lost our car...

Mom put a stop to that when she was alive. All his friends knew Dad could only pony up $50 every month, and no one ever pressed him any further. My dad said he would risk anything except his marriage. Everyone says I look like her, even now that she’s been gone nearly a decade. I can see it in pictures more than my memory. I’ve inherited her dark blonde hair, slender, if not petite, frame and beautiful blue eyes. A few generations ago, people might have wondered if I was the milkman’s daughter. My father had a stocky build, dark-haired with a little grey, without gaining much extra weight, even after the car accident.

My Daddy and I had always been close after that. I never had any brothers or sisters, and he never had another priority in his life. In many ways, we were used to being each other’s primary companions. Even as I grew up, we spent nights cuddling up to a tv show or going out to the movies. Going to an all-girl school, I never really had another man in my life and he never had a woman. I couldn’t imagine leaving my father all alone when I grew up, so I went to the local university and lived at home.

Before I went to college, Dad kept to his old promise, never gambling more than once a month and never putting down more than $50. My grades were always good, so I got a full-ride scholarship. I guess that gave him an excuse. I noticed my father’s increased gambling after a few months. Of course, at first, he started taking home money. I guess gamblers always have to win sometimes. He was on a streak when he opened up for monthly poker game to no-limit hold ‘em, and for a while, he raked it in.

Then his luck changed. Daddy always talked about the wins, never the losses. So I never knew exactly how much money, only that he owed even my uncles. Like I said, only Uncle Drew was actually Dad’s brother. He married Aunt Linda, had three boys, and rarely got out of the house. Drew looked younger than my daddy; he didn’t have the grey in his hair, maybe because he’s had the same dirty blonde color as me. While my father was shorter and stocky, Uncle Drew stood tall and lanky. He also arrived first to help set up.

“How’s my favorite niece?” Drew asked around two cases of Corona. 

 “Your only niece,” I called from the couch.

“I knew there was a reason you got to be the favorite.” 

Daddy started putting beer in the refrigerator, giving Uncle Drew the chance to come up behind me and yank playfully on both pigtails. 

“Hey!”

 “Couldn’t help myself,” Uncle Drew smirked. 

“I see where your boys get it from, just don’t go teaching them that if you want me to babysit ever again.” 

He raised his hands in front of his chest to give a “who me?” gesture then helped my father lay out the snacks and poker chips. When I was around the house, I usually wore my hair in pigtails instead of a ponytail. I like the way my hair parts just over my right eye. It makes me look very young. Though at eighteen, it’s not like I have much to worry about. Originally, I planned to go out with friends this poker night, but everything fell through this evening. I figured I’d just lay low, watch some TV, and call it an early night.

Uncle Terry and Uncle Jeff arrived together. They both worked with Daddy at the police station. If I ever needed to scare a boy, Uncle Terry would be perfect.  A big black man, if you didn’t know what a teddy bear he really was, he tended to look mean. He towered over the other men and looked downright frightening in his uniform. Terry kept his head shaved, and his muscles always seemed flexed with popping veins. He probably could’ve picked me up and bench pressed my body without breaking a sweat.

Standing next to him, Uncle Jeff looked like he’d been cast in a buddy cop movie with Terry. They both wore their uniforms, but Jeff only came up to Terry’s massive shoulders. He had bright red hair, though it was noticeably thinning, and freckles all over. I never noticed his body like Terry’s, but he probably had a few more pounds than he’d like to admit. He had grown a goatee in the past few years, which I found less than flattering, maybe it was to disguise his hairline. I said hello and everyone checked in on my first semester at college. It was almost 10 o’clock before everyone gathered around the table.

After about an hour, I changed into my pajamas. Really, I wore next to nothing. Just a pair of tight-fitting yoga pants and a white low-cut T-shirt. My tits weren’t huge; they were small enough for me to be self-conscious about, even though I wore a B cup. Whenever I showered with other girls, it always seemed like I had the smallest boobies in the room. 

I guess the only advantage was that I never really needed a bra. Still in that close-fitting shirt, the men could make out most of me if I bounced or moved too quickly. I didn’t intend to be up too long though, I wanted to go run in the morning. Besides, it was only family, all of these men knew me since grade school. Even though I had started to consider the attractive qualities of my uncles and father, it never occurred to me they might do the same now that my body had finished developing. Having been to an all-girls Catholic high school, there’s a lot about boys I still don’t understand.

After my show ended, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I came back to the table, I saw that same expression pasted all over my father’s face. As I leaned over his shoulder to give Daddy a good night kiss, I also noticed the dwindling pile of chips in front of his cards. 

“Maybe you should let her play for you, Chuck,” Uncle Drew said. 

Everyone else laughed.

“Couldn’t do any worse,” Jeff piled on, smiling behind his red beard.

Daddy didn’t seem to be laughing. I put my hand on his broad shoulder.

“Can I get you a beer or something, Daddy?”

“Sure, baby girl,” he said, still staring at his cards.

I almost skipped to the kitchen. There was something about being around my uncles that caused me to revert to a younger version of myself. I grabbed the cold beer and leaned over as I gave it to Daddy, suddenly seeing Drew’s eyes open wide. I only noticed when Uncle Terry seemed to find something interesting on the floor I looked down and realized the low cut in my shirt gave the whole table a great view of my titties. I blushed as I quickly pushed my shirt against my chest, thinking they must’ve seen everything but my nipples.

“Night, everyone…” I stammered.

“It’s a Friday…” said Uncle Drew. “Why don’t you stay awhile? Your other uncles hardly ever get to see you and your growing up so fast.”

“Come on,” said Uncle Jeff. “I’ll even stake you for a couple hands.”

I played for a couple hands. Even won once on two pair, nines and threes. When I reached for the pot, I got a little careless leaning over and again could feel the eyes on me, even from my father. I kind of liked the attention now, since no one made a big deal of it. After fifteen minutes, I had more chips in front of me than Daddy. A few hands later, Daddy busted.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I said stroking his arm. “You have my chips, I’m up too late already.”

“Sorry, honey, that’s not how it works,” Jeff answered. “I gave that money for you to play. Not so Charles can owe me more money.”

 My Daddy frowned.

“Well, I’m out early then,” he said.

“Maybe we can work something out,” said my Uncle Drew. “Hell, all our kids are growing up so fast. I miss seeing Katie in her uniform ready for school. Tell you what, Chuck, it’s worth a handful of chips to take a stroll down memory lane. That is, if it’s okay with Katie. I don’t know how often her other uncles saw that outfit or if she knows what it does to guys.”

“I don’t know.” My father said warily.

“Oh, come on,” said Jeff. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Only Terry kept tightlipped. It didn’t really bother me any. Years ago I had gotten used to the plaid skirt, chest-hugging white blouse, and itchy knee-high stockings. I consider the outfit more embarrassing than sexy, though I was vaguely aware of the fetish. I agreed and ran to my room to change. 

I came back hearing a few whistles as I made my way towards the table. I had put on a matching pink bra and underwear set to maintain any sort of modesty. I sat down blushing again, but glad to see a small pile of chips in front of my Daddy. 

“Wow….” Jeff said. “You look better than ever.”

 The rest of the guys took turns complimenting me, even Daddy told me what a beautiful young woman I’d become. But Terry stayed silent. Finally I asked him. 

“What about you, Uncle Terry?” I asked. “Do you not like the outfit? I never did.”

Terry looked down sheepishly.

“Honestly, darling,” the big black man started. “Well there ain’t a proper way to say it, so I guess I’ll just spit it out. I think you look sexy as hell.”

Everyone laughed at this, and even Terry seemed to relax a little bit.

“I hope I haven’t offended you,” Terry said. “You know my daughters are only a little bit younger than you. I don’t want any of my friends looking at them this way. Makes me feel guilty just thinking some of these things.”

“Thinking what kind of things, Uncle Terry?” I teased. 

“I think you know,” and Terry went silent for a second. “And I want to say I’m sorry to both of you.” He gestured towards my dad.

“You have anything to be sorry for,” Daddy answered. “Hell, I’ve noticed her too, just cause I’m her Dad don’t make me blind.”

Everyone laughed again, even me. It felt good to finally be considered a woman by the men in my life, even if they were all 20 or 30 years older than me.

“Well… just keeping things in your imagination,” Daddy said.

“Sure… look but don’t touch,” Jeff said. 

“Exactly,” said Daddy. 

If anything, I was more covered up than before. My skirt seemed shorter than I remembered, and my breasts seemed ready at any moment to pop out of my blouse, but I no longer worried about flashing everyone whenever I collected my chips. The men didn’t seem to fold as easy either, and I lost more chips than I did at first. Daddy also quickly lost, going all-in on a busted flush. Jeff beat him with a pair of queens.

“Sorry, Charlie, I guess you’re watching Katie,” said Uncle Jeff. “Maybe you can help her. Katie just listen to whatever he says and bet the opposite.”

“Now, now,” said Uncle Drew. “Maybe there’s no need to make Chuck wander alone in his own house. How serious were you about that no-touching rule?”

“What do you mean?” Daddy’s voice was very deep and serious.

“Oh, not what you’re thinking,” Drew said. “I just remember when this little girl used to sit on her uncle’s lap. How about she gives you her chips and sits on the lap of whoever won the last hand until you’re out again.”

“I don’t know about that…” said Daddy.

“Hell you might win this time,”  said Jeff, perking up. 

“I don’t mind guys, not that anyone asked me,” I said as I made my way to sit side straddled on my Daddy’s lap. “I’ve sat on your lap before, and it didn’t mean anything. Who cares if my uncles feel a little funny about it? Let them have their fun.”

“Okay… But only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure, but I get to sit on daddy’s lap first, agreed?”

Everyone nodded. I wrapped my arms around that his neck and crossed one leg over the other. Again I felt the heat of every eye on me, but that wasn’t all. I moved to turn around and lean my back against his chest. As I positioned myself better, moving my butt back and forth to find the perfect spot on Daddy’s lap, I felt something poke up against my bottom. I smiled a little in spite of myself: here I was in front of all his friends and.. I was making my daddy hard. 

It didn’t bother me either. I assumed it was my fault for moving my ass too much on his lap. So I sat quietly not acknowledging the erection poking up in between my cheeks, knowing that only my thin panties and his shorts were between my bottom and my father’s penis. He moved a couple of times, wrapping both hands around my tiny waist. For a few seconds, it felt like Daddy was purposely rubbing himself against me. 

Then he stopped as the cards were dealt. Uncle Terry won the next hand, and I flattened down my skirt as I rose up from my father’s hard cock. I sat down quickly on Terry, first wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him on the cheek. He adjusted himself uncomfortably several times during the next hand and seemed relieved when Uncle Drew won the next hand. He never got hard.

Neither did Uncle Drew. Instead, he rested his hands against my skirt, barely looking at his cards. He won the next hand, and moved his hand down to my knee, slowly creeping up my thigh until he reached the bottom of my panties. He was not quite, but very nearly, cupping the right side of my butt as he played. Some part of me knew it was wrong, Drew was actually my uncle. But I felt a stirring in between my legs regardless. I wondered how far I would let him go, and then found that pointless as my father busted again.

I stood up and started to make my goodbyes.

“Hey, wait a minute!” said Jeff. “She never sat on my lap!”

“Win more hands,” said Daddy.

“You should talk.”

“Well… maybe this is too far…” suggested Drew.

“What?” asked Daddy, perking up. 

“No it’s too much,” Drew dismissed him.

“You have to tell me now,” Daddy said. 

“Say we see what’s underneath that uniform, and we forget your losses for the night.”

“No way...” Daddy said.

“And of course let you back in,” Drew said. 

“I have underwear on Daddy,” I said. “It’s nothing more than they’d see at the beach.”

Before anyone could stop me, I put my blouse over my head and pushed my skirt down, stepping out of it. I put my hands on my hips and displayed myself proudly, pushing out my chest to make my breasts seem even larger. I never needed my bra to push up my tits, if anything I felt like it made them look smaller. Still, everyone could see the crescent shape of my cleavage against the pink fabric.

“Turn around!” Jeff exclaimed.

I put a finger coyly on my lip and then twirled around. I wasn’t wearing a thong, I never found them comfortable. But still I knew they could see the sides of my ass, especially as the material started to ride up to resemble something skimpier. I turned around again and heard the applause from everyone except Daddy.

“I think that’s enough; you better had the bed honey,” Daddy said quietly.

“Aww...  but we are having so much fun, Daddy,” I whined.

“Yeah, Daddy… come on..” Uncle Jeff mocked. 

“I’m serious,” said Daddy.

“But Daddy, I’m enjoying myself!” I said, feeling like I could throw a tantrum.

“Take a look, Chuck,” Uncle Drew said, pointing at my panties. “Clearly, Katie is enjoying herself a lot.”

I looked down and saw what he meant. My pink panties were almost dripping wet from my pussy. I let out a little cry and covered the spot with my hands. But that wasn’t enough, I needed to turn around. I started to sob quietly and felt both my dad and uncle put their arms around me. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I think every one of us in here has been a little aroused because of you. Even your daddy. Please don’t cry; we can call it a night,” Uncle Drew started.

“Let’s just go to bed,” Daddy said.

“No…” I started, pulling myself together. “I really don’t want to stop. This is too much fun, and I don’t know if that’s wrong, but I want to keep playing.”

We made our way back to the table, with me drying my eyes and getting back into the spirit. They played a few hands, and everyone kept checking in on me, making sure I was okay. I stayed in my own chair, not wanting to show how aroused I still felt. After a few hands, my panties just felt too uncomfortable to keep wearing.

“Okay,” I said after the next hand. “I know I said I’d wear just these, but you all know I’m dripping wet. I feel like a little girl who has peed her panties. I’m gonna take them off.”

“Hell yeah!” Jeff said.

“I’m putting my skirt back on, Uncle Jeff. Don’t get too horny.”

Everyone laughed again; the fun had resumed. 

“Okay everyone look away. Unless your Daddy, you haven’t seen this before.”

I stood with my back facing them next to where I had dropped my skirt when stripping earlier. Without looking behind me, I took a deep breath and slid my panties off. I took my time, hoping someone decided to peek. Bending over slowly, I strained my skirt with my tight little bubble butt on full display. After what seemed like forever, I pulled up my skirt and sat back down, resting my head against my Daddy’s shoulder in only a bra, my plaid skirt, and stockings, knowing now that if I spread my legs too far everyone would see my glistening pussy. 

“Can I ask everybody something?” I said, finding some confidence. “Who peeked?”

They all looked down, even my father.

“It’s okay. I kind of wanted you to.”

“Can I ask you something too, that is, if it’s okay with your father?” said Uncle Terry.

Daddy nodded.

“What makes you interested in showing off such a fine body for a bunch of old men like us?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “You all know I went to St. Francis; it’s not like I got any attention from boys there.”

“Yeah, but college has to be different…”
“Not really. There’s so many people, a lot more than high school. Mostly I’m too shy to say anything.”

“You don’t seem very shy tonight,” said Jeff.

“And you don’t seem all that polite to a girl you want to keep seeing half-naked,” I retorted. 

Everyone laughed at Jeff, who turned redder than his hair.

“What about sex?” asked Terry.

“Um…. I haven’t had it, but I’d like to,” I glanced at Daddy, who had suddenly made a choking sound. “I mean, one guy I met at school asked me out and felt me up. But I didn’t really know him so it turned me off. Maybe that’s why I’m so comfortable now.”

“Well there’s nothing wrong with waiting until you’re ready. And it’s best to make sure your first time is with someone you’re comfortable with.  Don’t ever feel any pressure,” Terry said.

“I don’t… Well… Oh my God, this is embarrassing.”

“What?” Four voices asked at once.

“I… I have a toy…. And…”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, honey,” Daddy said.

“That’s not it. I don’t care that you know I masturbate. I know you masturbate, Daddy.”

Daddy blushed, and Jeff started laughing.

“I don’t know what you are laughing at, Uncle Jeff. You have never been married so I’m sure you masturbate more than anybody at this table.”

Everybody laughed, and then Uncle Drew said I didn’t know that much about marriage, causing everyone to laugh harder.

“What is it that you wanted to tell us?” Terry asked.

“Like I said, it’s totally embarrassing, and I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud, but I’ve been really curious about sex. I want to know what a penis looks like and feels like…. You know what it’s like to have something real inside me.”

The whole room went silent.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that,” Terry said, breaking the quiet.

“I know I know, everyone says wait, but it’s hard to wait. I’m tired of it.”

Again there was silence.

“I’m sorry… Was that too much, Daddy?”

“No..” Daddy said. “We understand.”

“Yeah, Katie, I think everyone’s felt like that when they were young. I know I did,” Jeff said.

“So maybe we talk about the elephant in the room,” said Uncle Drew.

“What do you mean?” asked Daddy.

“I mean, where tonight is going. Now nobody wants Katie to do anything she’ll regret, but I have an idea. How would you feel about getting rid of that debt?”

“That’s $10,000 he owes us,” protested Jeff.

Jesus, $10,000! How did he get in the hole so much? I knew Daddy had a problem before, but this was just the money he owed his friends. I wondered who else he owed money to?

“I don’t think I’m going to like this, Drew.”

“I might as well say it then. We start the game over; you’re in the clear, don’t owe us a dime. And you win, you walk away with our money.”

“And if I lose? I been on a real cold streak.”

“If you lose, the winner gets to be with your daughter.”

Again the room went silent, and I knew if I was going to stop this, I would need to say something. But I wasn’t sure I did. Honestly I think I would have lost my virginity willingly to any of them, well except maybe Jeff. I knew it was wrong; I shouldn’t have felt attracted to men twice my age, never mind that they were my family. Although it almost made it more exciting, these men I had always known taking me, treating me like more than a girl. 

And then I had a more wicked thought. I wanted my father to win, and then I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to see what had been rubbing against my ass when I sat on his lap and feel his cock in my hand. More than that, of course, I wanted Daddy to take me as his prize while all my uncles watched jealously, maybe even stroking themselves as Daddy put his big dick inside my pussy and used me for his pleasure. 

I knew he wanted me, just as somehow I always wanted him. And now we could have each other, in front of all his friends, who would never dare say anything because what they did was just as bad, just as dirty, just as wrong. I could’ve been any one of their daughters. They all had treated me like one. Now they all wanted me, just like my Daddy did. And I wanted it them too. I just couldn’t agree too fast. Daddy had to decide.

“You’re her uncle!” Daddy hissed, and I thought the whole thing was off.

“And you’re her father. Come off it, Charles, let’s not pretend. Maybe everybody else thinks that the touching, cuddling daddy-daughter stuff is adorable, and it maybe was once. But now she looks exactly like Karen, except younger and prettier,” Uncle Drew said. 

I beamed a little; my mother was beautiful at least in the pictures I saw and from what little I remembered.

“Look, I get it. It is wrong. We’ve all loved Katie in a different way, in a nonsexual way. But she’s not a kid anymore. Unless I’m wrong, we all want this, especially Katie. And yeah, let’s not ever tell anyone about this; even if it goes no farther, it’s already gone too far. Just don’t pretend that I didn’t catch you staring at your own daughter’s ass.”

Again silence, Daddy looked like he might explode with anger. 

“Why don’t we ask Katie?” said Terry. “Both of you act like she doesn’t get to decide. Personally, much as I do want her, I don’t wanna win her in a goddamn poker game. And Charles, calm down, man. No one here can judge you any more than themselves.”

Everyone looked at me as both my uncle and my dad sat down from their shouting match. For the first time in my life, I was going to tell my uncles and father what was going to happen. And I really didn’t know how to react to this.

“Daddy,” I said, going over to hold his hand. “I think it’s sweet that I remind you of mom. I don’t care if it’s appropriate.”

Then I looked at the rest of the table. 

“Look, I’ve been teasing all of you tonight. You are all my family, and I love each of you. I don’t know how I could choose between any of you without feeling miserable. So I guess what I’m saying is a poker game seems fair enough to decide who will be first.”

“Are you sure about this, honey?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, Daddy, I am a big girl after all,” I said sardonically. “Besides, it’s kind of flattering to be worth $10,000.”

Uncle Drew set up the table with unprecedented speed. Soon everyone had a full stack of chips, with no one minding starting all over even at the late hour. The cards were dealt and as the first hand started, I spoke up. 

“Okay before we get started, I have one fun idea.”

“What’s that, honey?” said Daddy.

“I want to go back to sitting on the winner’s lap. And since I’m worth so much, I want to make everyone feel like a winner tonight. So, everyone, take off your pants. ”

The table all agreed. And soon the most anyone wore was a pair of boxers. Of course, Jeff insisted he’d gone commando though I did not start sitting on him. Again I nestled into daddy’s lap, lifting my skirt so that my bare cheeks underneath were rubbing against him. I squirmed back and forth again, more boldly than before, and felt the tip of his penis poke out from the hole of his boxers and touch against my bare ass. I almost jumped, to the point where everyone else noticed, then settled back down as his head poked past the cleft of my ass.

“Someone getting too excited over there?” Uncle Jeff asked.

“Just a little surprised,” I stammered.

“I don’t think he was talking about you, sweetie,” Terry said.

Again we all laughed, and the game went on. Thankfully Jeff didn’t win any time soon, giving me time to adjust to the idea of sitting on a bare cock. Uncle Drew helped me with my skirt as I sat and took the opportunity to squeeze gently on my butt. When Uncle Terry took the next hand, I’m moved to his lap, careful not to look at Jeff’s cock. Uncle Terry didn’t touch me, he kept his hands respectfully at his side. I thought I felt his hard-on the second I sat down, but his cock never stood up straight. He kept winning. So after four hands, I grabbed his wrist and put it on my left breast. 

“Do the rest of us get a turn at that?” asked Jeff, clearly with his hand wrapped around his dick.

“Start winning,” I said, smiling back at him.

As if on cue, Uncle Jeff won the next hand. As I walked up, swaying my hips sensually, I saw my first cock in person, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Uncle Jeff was already rock hard, though he started to deflate as he took his hand away to make room for me. Instead of the big pink head I’d seen in the few porn videos I’d watched, his skin went all the way up his dick. I didn’t know where his head was and felt too embarrassed to ask.

He must’ve noticed my wide-eyed expression because he went ahead and explained.

“I’m not circumcised,” Uncle Jeff said. 

“Oh,” I said.

“Circumcision is-” Daddy started.

“I know, I went to Catholic school. I just… I mean I guess I thought everyone was. I, I’m sorry, it just looks weird. Oh God I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it like that..”

I placed my hand on my forehead, shocked at myself. I knew I had just hurt Uncle Jeff’s feelings. Instead, he just laughed.

“Don’t worry, honey, a lot of girls have the same reaction. Look and see,” Jeff answered, pulling back his foreskin to show the head of his cock. “It’s so different than any of theirs.”

“So everyone else is circumcised?”

Jeff laughed again.

“Yes, I’m the only one. But it’s still my lap time. Come here, girl,” he patted his knee. 

I tried to sit as close as I could to his knees, only to feel Uncle Jeff put his firm hands around my waist and pull me back towards his cock. I didn’t know dicks, but he seemed huge, though I wouldn’t think so later. Again, I felt a cock rubbing against my naked ass. Uncle Jeff pointed himself downward, pushing forward against my pussy. I started to leak a little more at this, and Jeff stopped paying attention to the cards to place both of his hands on my breasts. Needless to say, he lost the next hand, and I went back to sitting on Uncle Terry.

Again, Terry didn’t really do much as I squirmed on his lap, rubbing my naked pussy all over his boxers. I moved to Uncle Drew next, who was more than eager to make up for that. He treated each hand he won as an excuse to go further. First, he only cupped the bottom of my breasts. Then, as he took another small pot no one seemed to care about without even showing his cards, he worked his fingers inside my bra to play with my hardening nipples. By the time he lost a hand, he had worked the top of my left breast out of the cloth so that the entire table could see most of the nipple.

I started to get up, but he grabbed me roughly around the waist and pulled me back down.

“Now before I give her up, I feel like we should all see what we’re playing for,” Uncle Drew said. 

In a single motion, my uncle pulled down my bra, showing off small, but well-rounded tits, letting everyone see my small button-shaped nipples. My breasts didn’t point out or slope like some of the other girls I’d seen, nor did I have large areolas, just small dark circles around two very small and very hard points. Instinctively, I rose my hands to cover my chest, only to have my uncle pull up the hem of my skirt, holding it up as I struggled against him.

For the first time in nearly a decade, my pussy was on full display for my daddy. As I blushed, I considered that not all that much had changed. I absolutely hate pubic hair, especially on women. I remember feeling mortified as the first stray hairs started appearing, and even before high school I started regularly shaving myself smooth. Now I waxed, but my uncles were treated to a view of my completely hairless pussy. As I squeezed my legs shut, only the tippy top of my clit was exposed, and only if you looked very closely, which I knew everyone did. Like the rest of me, it was small and petite. Despite being eighteen, it still felt like a little girl’s pussy, even as it begged to be fucked. 

“Are you okay, Princess?” My father asked sternly.

“Yes,” I said collecting myself,  “It’s nothing you all are going to see anyways… I guess I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Which do you want?” Uncle Drew asked. “Your bra or your skirt?”

 “My skirt!” I yelped. 

With a single motion, he unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. My hands rose instinctively, covering most but not all of my smallish boobs. My palms rested on my nipples, and because they were B cups, much of the shape showed through my crisscrossed arms. I gave my Uncle Drew a smirk, as if I disapproved. Truthfully, he’d knew I loved being on display for them.

“If I wanted to see that, I’d have left your bra on,” Drew complained.

“Oh,” I turned towards him. “Is this is what you wanted to see?”

I leaned in close to him, pulling my hands away at the last second. Bent over him, my nipples were only inches away. I reached my hand behind his head, and pulled Uncle Drew’s face into the space between them, shaking my tits as I held him in place. Because of their size, they never jiggled too much, but still, my nipples bounced off the side of his cheeks. He moved back a little bit, grabbing my right breasts with the palm of his hand and sucking greedily at my nipple. I gasped, then moaned in pleasure, only to finally tear myself away.

I saw my daddy’s eyes go wide as he looked me up and down, seeing my bare breasts for the first time. I’m sure the rest of the table also went wide-eyed as we locked eyes. I could feel his attention, his lust, and shared his desire. I knew I wanted him to suck on each nipple, to lick up and down my clit, and most of all, I wanted my daddy’s dick inside of me. I just didn’t have it in me yet to walk over and shove my tits in his face. I needed the game and the encouragement. I just hoped he’d win a goddamned hand.

Again Terry won, and again Terry remained respectful. But I had gained some courage and reached down behind my skirt to gently rub my palm along the outline of his cock. I heard him moan a few times, then he folded the next hand. I moved to Uncle Jeff. I couldn’t take my eyes off his uncircumcised penis as I walked toward him. Of course, he noticed.

“Come here, girl,” he reached out, grabbing one of my hands. “ It’s not that much different than theirs, and it won’t bite.”

He clasped my tiny hand in his and moved it to touch his cock. He helped me pull back the foreskin so that I could see his pink head beneath then moved my hand quickly up and down on his shaft, letting his head disappear again. As he grew in my delicate hand, I could see half of his pink head, the other part would be covered by skin until I jerked my hand down on his cock. I liked it when I pushed his skin down, but the foreskin reminded me too much of a pig-in-a-blanket to be really sexy. 

He let my hand go, and I found myself stroking my Uncle Jeff, squeezing his cock tightly in my hand. His head now stretched out over my fist and in his eyes rolled back in his head as I looked at him. He moaned deeply as I worked him faster.

“Hey, you haven’t won yet,” said Uncle Terry.

“Oh, alright,” Jeff sighed, sitting up so my hand slipped off his cock. “It’s just a handjob.”

“I get the feeling we’ll all be winners,” I said, winking, as I pressed my butt against Jeff’s cock. 

Uncle Drew won the next hand, and I moved slowly towards them, shaking my tits the best I could as I walked. As I got closer, I noticed he held his dick in his hand, doing his best to discretely masturbate under the table. I moved his hand aside and saw it under the tablecloth. His cock looked dripping wet from the top of that big mushroom-shaped head. He was sooo much bigger than Uncle Jeff, and sooo much thicker. My hand only closed about halfway around it as I knelt under the table to play with it.

I’m sure from the outside, it just seemed like a beautiful young girl bent over on her hands and knees to find something under the kitchen table. But as I got closer to Uncle Drew’s big dick, my face barely touching it, I saw him again touch his shaft and then reach his other hand to the back of my head. With a thrust, he pushed his massive pink head against my lips. For a second I didn’t know what to do. I just felt his pre-cum smear against my lips. Then I opened my mouth, just a little bit, enough that the pressure on the back of my head forced my uncle deep into my mouth, gagging me a little.

“What’s going on down there?” I heard my father ask.

My uncle moaned in response.

“Just making...the most of my... last hand” My uncle barely got the words out.

“Or making the most of his time without his hand,” Jeff said. 

I took his cock out of my mouth and crawled almost all the way under the table. It helped that no one could see what I was doing. I took my uncle back into my mouth, this time at my own pace. It was my first blow job, and I didn’t get very far down the shaft. I focused mostly on sucking what I could take and using my tongue to lick all over his head. I could feel in my mouth the ridges where his head became his shaft, if only because it was significantly smaller. I closed my lips around that head and moved back and forth, tugging at him. I felt him guide me deeper and deeper with his hand until it was too much in my throat.

I coughed, drooling embarrassingly all over myself. At this moment, I certainly felt glad to be under the table. I wiped the spittle off my face and used the same hand to stroke my uncle. He was big enough to use both hands on, and after a few moments I reached down to gently grab his balls. It didn’t take long for him to start using my mouth again, almost like he was fucking it. I held on best I could to his knees and tried to pull away, but he held my head tightly with both hands. I struggled for breath, desperately trying to breathe through my nose. And still he pounded his big dick into my mouth. I could feel drool running down both sides of my mouth, tears streaming out of my eyes, and I pushed back against his knees. It was no good; he held me too tightly. And still, as I look down I saw I had only taken about half of him. 

“Big D, I think your turn’s over,” said Uncle Terry.

Underneath the table, Uncle Drew let me go. I coughed and sputtered loudly.

“Are you alright, m’dear,” asked Terry.

“Yes…” I called meekly. “Did you win?”

“Yes, the rest of them are about out. You take your time down there, don’t worry about me,” said Terry.

“Thanks, Uncle T,” I called.

I sat underneath the table, catching my breath. I could hear the card-playing overhead and knew a couple of hands had passed. Since no one asked, I also knew Terry was still winning. I crawled over to where my father was sitting, looking up and downTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.