It was at 4:00 p.m., right after my last class that same day, the only one I'd attended, actually, when my father surprised me by showing up at the school to take me out to an early dinner.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiled when I walked into Miss Hellview's office, at her summons. It was a regular work day for him, I knew, but he was casually dressed in jeans. “I took the day off and was heading up to your Uncle Jack's cottage, when I realized how close your new school was. So I decided to stop.”
I gave him a puzzled look.
His younger brother, Jack, had a fantastic cottage over on Clear Lake, a long drive from our home. But it was also a long drive from my new school, so I knew my dad hadn't been going to the cottage when he'd simply realized I was nearby.
Obviously, he didn't want Miss Hellview to know he'd gone so far out of his way. Or for my mother to know, either. I was certain she had no idea my father had driven all the way up to see me.
My mom would have suspected the worst and killed us both!
It was fine with me, though. I really wanted to see him.
“That's great, Daddy,” I smiled back at him. “But you'll have to ask Miss Hellview's permission before I can leave the grounds. They're pretty strict about the rules around here.”
But Miss Hellview smiled as if I was her all-time favorite student, which after my afternoon with her and Ms. Dykstra (licking into both their slippery cunts like getting the last ice cream out of a cone), I'm sure I was.
I could also tell she was subtly studying my father, the man who'd supposedly paddled my bare little ass so hard I'd had an orgasm. He was extremely good-looking, after all. Then she looked back to me.
“Emily, we've already discussed it, your dad and I, and I think it's a good idea. We want our girls to stay in touch with their families.”
“That's so good to hear…”
“You look beautiful in that little uniform,” my dad said to me as we walked to the parking lot behind the main building. To my surprise, I immediately saw he hadn't come alone. “Your Uncle Jack's joining us for dinner,” he added.
As we walked up to my father's Lincoln Town Car, a huge black four-door vehicle with enough room inside for an entire family of six, my uncle got out of the passenger side.
“I love it!” I laughed, always glad to see my good-looking uncle. I'd had a crush on him forever. “Hey, Uncle Jack! I can't believe you came to see me.”
Tall and well-built, with blond hair and chiseled movie-star features, he was in his usual tight black tee-shirt and jeans. My father's younger brother by a year at 29, he'd been long divorced from his wife. But I knew he still spent a lot of time with his daughter, Kimberly, my cousin. She was the same age as me.
I even knew her younger cousin on the other side of the family, her mother's side, little Amy.
The reason I knew them both so well, of course, was because we all went to the same school together, St. Katherine's Academy. Or at least we did, until I got myself sent away to Miss Hellview's.
“You're still my favorite niece,” my Uncle Jack said. He gave me a big hug. Then he looked me up and down. “There's nothing like a little schoolgirl in uniform,” he said with a smile. “It's so…traditional.”
“I'm not that little,” I protested. “Ask my dad-I'm 11-years-old now. Just like your daughter.”
“I know,” he said, nodding. “You remind me a lot of Kimberly. Like a dark-haired version of her.”
I knew what he meant.
“People at school, my old school, said we looked like sisters instead of cousins,” I told him. “Except she's blonde. I guess we both have those same innocent-looking, little angel-type faces. Because we are. Innocent angels, I mean.”
And I gave him a look, so he'd know I was kidding. But he gave me sort of a knowing look back, which I wasn't exactly certain how to take.
“We were talking about you, on the way up,” he told me. “About you and Kimberly. You're a lot alike. She's developed into a beautiful young girl, even at only 11-years-old, but she's got some very grown-up… needs, so to speak.”
Which caused me to instantly look to my father.
My uncle's careful choice of words, mentioning his young daughter's needs, made it obvious what he meant. Sex. Sexual needs. Like mine, apparently.
“Daddy!” I said sharply. “What did you tell Uncle Jack about me!?”
I was shocked, deeply so, thinking he might have said something to my uncle about what we'd done together. The sex stuff. I'd assumed it would remain our secret for as long as we'd both live.
Or even longer. Like, forever.
Secrets, especially deep dark, really dark, secrets, are supposed to be secret.
“Let's discuss it in the car, sweetheart,” my dad smiled back at me, as if nothing in the world was wrong. “On the way to the restaurant.”
I held my ground for a long moment, looking from one to the other of them. They both had suddenly decided to play it innocent. And, all of a sudden, it was obvious to me they were up to something.
“Which restaurant?” I wanted to know. “There's only a little pizza place in town.”
“That'll be good,” my uncle nodded. “I love pizza.”
He then opened the front passenger door for me to slide in.
Whenever I'd traveled with my parents, as soon as I was old enough, I always rode up in the front seat with them, in the middle. There was more than enough room in the huge car for that, and my mother insisted it was more family-like.
“Go ahead,” my uncle said.
But when I just stood there, realizing I'd be sitting between my dad and my uncle this time on the wide bench seat (and with a pretty good idea why), he again motioned for me to get in front.
“It'll be fine,” he said.
“Won't it be crowded with us all in front?” I laughed. “Or is that the idea?”
Both my father and my uncle exchanged a guilty little look then, but I just laughed again and got into the car. I slid along the smooth leather bench seat, ending up between them when they got in.
“This is cozy,” I smiled, all little-girl sweetness and innocence. “Being wedged in between my two favorite men.”
I was sitting with my knees up and slightly apart, my plaid schoolgirl skirt riding up extra-high on my slender bare thighs, almost to my panties. With my uncle in the car, I expected my father to make me push my skirt back down for the sake of modesty. Or to at least comment on it.
“Put on your seatbelt, sweetheart,” my dad said instead, as he and my uncle each buckled up theirs. “We don't want an accident.”
Huh.
As my father started the car, I asked my uncle, “So, what kind of grown-up needs does Kimberly have?”
“Uncle Jack, I can't believe it!” I said, genuinely shocked. “You're fucking your own daughter?”
The dirty-language-line had been crossed in the car only moments before, when my favorite uncle used exactly that word, fucking, to describe his current relationship with his 11-year-old blonde daughter, Kimberly. And with his apparently oversexed little 9-year-old niece, Amy.
I'd known Kimberly my whole life, and her younger cousin Amy as well, but neither of them had ever mentioned the wild sexual things happening in their lives with my Uncle Jack. And I was a relative, after all, not just a close friend.
Of course, I'd kept my own on-going sexual relationship with my father a secret from both of them as well, so I guess we were even.
“She can't get enough sex,” my uncle admitted, to which my dad nodded. “Your father and I are taking her up to my cottage next weekend. Five or six of my friends are meeting us there. Kimberly wants us all to fuck her brains out.”
That was an even bigger shock.
“What?!”
“She's really into the gangbang thing,” he added. “She's just a kid, but she can go all night.”
I simply could not believe it.
Sweet skinny little Kimberly was not only fucking her father, and had somehow dragged her even younger cousin into it all, but she was now having sex with groups of guys taking turns on her?
My God. But then I realized:
“Daddy!” I suddenly wailed, surprisingly close to tears at being left out. “You're going to fuck Kimberly, too?”
My dad wouldn't look at me, but he shrugged with a nervous smile.
“She was with us in the car earlier this afternoon,” he admitted. “We dropped her off at her mom's, just before we headed up here.”
I looked at him.
“And…?” I coaxed, knowing I was going to learn something that'd probably make me feel even worse. “Go on…”
He laughed awkwardly at my directness, but just shook his head, refusing to go into the details. I kept staring at him, but he wouldn't respond. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn he was actually blushing, something I'd never seen him do.
Not my dad, not blushing-he was sort of a tough guy, really. Except when it came to my mother, of course. I think everyone we'd ever met was a little afraid of her. In fact, thinking about it, I realized she seemed a lot like Miss Hellview.
Huh.
“Ask your uncle,” my dad finally said. “She's his daughter.”
“Uncle Jack…?” I turned to him. “What exactly did Kimberly do for you and my father?”
He shrugged, too, with that same awkward laugh. They were brothers, after all, very much alike in more ways than one, it was turning out.
“As soon she got in the car, she unzipped us and started jacking us off,” he admitted a moment later. “Right away. Even though she'd never done anything… sexy with your dad before.”
“I couldn't believe it,” my father admitted. “Seriously.”
My uncle laughed, then went on.
“She was sitting right where you're sitting,” he told me. “Between us, using both hands.”
I gave him a look. Hint, hint, I guess, but I made no move to unzip either one of them. Yet.
“How nice for you and Daddy,” I said. “And then what…?”
“Then we took turns in the back seat with her,” my uncle continued. “While the other one drove around. And, by the way, she said to say 'hi' to you.”
That was nice, at least.
I mean, my cousin Kimberly really was a little sweetheart. And, learning all her sex secrets made me immediately decide to get alone with her, and with her little cousin Amy, the very next time I was back home. Just to see what fun stuff might develop. Girl-girl-girl-wise.
But I still found myself weirdly jealous of Kimberly, or maybe just competitive, when it came to either one of us performing underage sex acts with my own father.
“Tell her 'hi' for me, next weekend,” I said. “While you're all fucking her. But what did you do to her today, in the car?”
It was my dad's turn to finally speak up.
“It's what she did for us,” he said. “She gave us each a blow job. And, I don't know about Jack, but I licked her little pussy back there until she came. That was a lot of fun, I'll admit. She's a great kid.”
My uncle threw in, “I licked her pussy, too. She loves that.”
“I came in her mouth,” my father added. “She swallowed all of it and wanted even more. She told me she's a little cum-freak. Which was true, as far as I could see. She licked up every drop.”
I exhaled slowly, somewhat perturbed but also somewhat turned on by the direction this 'going out to dinner' visit with my father and my uncle was taking.
“So you didn't fuck her?” I gestured toward the huge back seat. “Either one of you? It's big enough to do anything back there…”
“We didn't have time,” my dad admitted to me. “We dropped her off, so we could get up here in time to take you to dinner. But next weekend-”
“I know, I know,” I nodded. “You're going to gangbang her.” And then, “So, Daddy, will next weekend be the first time you'll fuck her?”
He nodded, still concentrating on driving.
“It sure will be,” he said. “I can't wait.”
“Huh.”
We'd all three been talking so much, and so intensely, we'd driven through the small nearby town, past the pizza place, and were out in the country. My dad noticed, too, so he pulled into a turn-around and then headed back.
I was silent for several long moments, thinking it all over.
Talk about a surprising day, in many ways. But oddly, even with all the explicit talk and confessions about incest and gangbangs and blow jobs, neither my dad nor my favorite uncle had laid a hand on me. I mean, wouldn't you think one or the other would already have a hand under by training bra or in my panties?
And so I made a decision.
“Daddy, I want to do it with you,” I announced. “Like, before you fuck Kimberly next weekend. Let's find a motel right now and you can both fuck me, you and Uncle Jack, as much as you want.”
My dad just looked at me then.
I couldn't tell if it was surprise or just plain old sexual excitement in his eyes. But then he smiled knowingly and nodded.
A moment later, I finally felt my Uncle Jack's warm hand on my bare inner thigh, under my skirt. When I didn't resist, but just spread my legs wider and turned to him with a wicked little smile, he moved it up my leg to the damp crotch of my panties. Then he slid a finger under the lacy edge.
“It's about time,” I breathed when he slipped his entire finger up my cunt. “Umm, that feels good, Uncle Jack, but I really want to fuck.”
“A motel it is,” he said, nodding. “We thought you'd never ask.”