I awoke to the sound of voices coming from downstairs. I recognized Daddy. His deep, growly voice made me feel all cozy and warm. I stretched and felt the dull ache from between my legs. Oh, right, Daddy and me and last night. I looked around the room; the clothes strewn on the floor, the sloppy bedcovers. I curled in on myself, hugging my arms around me. I was truly Daddy's little girl. He loved me.
I listened to the voices from downstairs and played back all that had happened. Daddy was right. I did need a real man, not a boy to show me the ropes. The voices downstairs became clearer and I recognized my Uncle Mike. He wasn't my real uncle but he had known me since I was a little girl. He and Daddy had been friends forever. They worked out together and played golf together, etc. So he had always been my Uncle Mike. I guessed he and Daddy were going to the gym or something.
I hopped out of bed and ran to the shower. I wanted to clean off the evidence of last night before I saw Uncle Mike. I didn't want him to know what Daddy and I had done in my bed. Even though it was great, it was our little secret. The shower felt good and eased my soreness. I still had a tinge of blood from my ruptured membrane but it didn't hurt. I dressed quickly and ran down stairs to say bye to Daddy and Uncle Mike before they left.
I stopped at the foot of the stairs and waited for them to appreciate me. I had a very cute, pink tank top on the read "Angel" in big letters across my chest. It was kind of tight being three years old. I had grown some since Daddy bought it for me; at 18, my denim miniskirt was flouncy and flew up dangerously as I walked.
Uncle Mike looked up first and smiled at me. "Hey sweetie," he stood from the couch rubbing his hands on his jeans and walked toward me. He was just as big as Daddy but a little taller. I had always had a crush on him. His long blond hair was just a shade darker than mine. He walked up to me and pulled me into a hug. I hung from him with my feet dangling and he put me down kissing me on the cheek.
"Hey baby," Daddy called to me. He got up and crossed the room putting his hands on my shoulders and looked over me to Uncle Mike. "You still want to go get something to eat?" He asked Uncle Mike.
"Sure," he replied and looked at me. He just stared at me for a second and turned to get his jacket. We walked out the door and down the street to Pop's Kitchen. We had eaten there nearly every Sunday morning that I could remember.
This morning Daddy and Uncle Mike seemed awkward with each other and couldn't seem to get their conversation going. I was worried that Uncle Mike suspected something or maybe Daddy had told him about what happened. I spent most of the meal staring down at my plate. I felt Uncle Mike's foot rub up against my leg and I scootched back towards Daddy. Daddy put his hand down on my thigh and rubbed up its length until he was dangerously close to my panties. Uncle Mike moved his now shoeless foot between my legs and stuck his toes on my satin panties. I sat up strait and stared at Uncle Mike real hard.
"It's ok sweetie," he cooed across the table. "Your Daddy has filled me in on your education and he asked me to help out. I'd do anything to help you out honey, you know that."
I turned to look at Daddy. He was watching my face with interest. "Daddy?" I swallowed hard.
"Baby, I trust Uncle Mike and I know you love him," he smiled at me and nodded at Uncle Mike.
"But Daddy, I don't understand? I just want to be with you...." I trailed off unsure of what they really wanted from me.
"Listen here baby, I tell you what you need, I tell you what you want." Daddy's face was cold and hard. He was squeezing my thigh hard enough to make it clear that I was not to argue. I nodded my head and Uncle Mike continued to rub the front of my panties with his big toes.
We walked back to the house in silence with each of them holding one of my hands. Once in the door, I was told to go up to my room again. I did as I was told and sat on the bed waiting for what was about to happen. They both appeared in my doorway and smiled at me. Uncle Mike came in first and pulled me up to him in an embrace.
"Your so sweet, I've been aching for this since you turned legal. Your father said he would give you to me one day. I can't believe that today is my lucky day." I tried to look around his huge shoulders to my Daddy but Uncle Mike caught my face between his hands and kissed me. He plundered the depths of my mouth nearly gagging me with his tongue. "You're right, she does have a small mouth, but I think we can work with it." He smiled down at me and ran his fingers over my back coming to rest on my bottom. He pulled me up to him and I wrapped my legs around him instinctually.
"Daddy!" I called to him.
"Don't worry baby, I'm here." He walked toward me from the doorway and took me from Uncle Mike. "Now I don't want to have any trouble out of you like I did last night. Uncle Mike doesn't tolerate that kind of nonsense either.
"What's going on Daddy? I can't be with Uncle Mike! I won't do it."
"I swear girl, you were put on this earth to torment me." Daddy's face went cold again. He flipped me over on his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Mike, do you want first crack?"
"Naw, she's your daughter, you do it."