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Copyright 2012, Lolli Love

Taboo Lust and Forbidden Pleasure Publishing

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Daddy And Uncle Too!
Her First Threesome

“You don’t seriously think that’s true do you?”

Wendi shook her head, trying to focus on the conversation at hand. There was something about having him so close to her that always distracted her. He had a charming smile and his dark blue eyes were captivating. When he was really frustrated, like now, he would run his fingers through his dark wavy hair and it always seemed to melt her heart. Wendi smiled as she looked at her stepfather.

“Well, Wendi?”

Wendi pulled herself out of her daydreaming and realized she owed him an answer. Sure, it was about football and she generally found football pretty boring, but it was their Sunday afternoon ritual and because of that, she loved it. They sat on the couch, just the two of them and watched the game together. Well, that was almost true.  He watched the game – she just liked looking at her sexy stepfather.

“Oh, Shawn, don’t be so...” she began, but he cut her off.

“Shawn? You’re calling me, Shawn?” he asked with surprise. “When did that start?”

“You can’t really expect me to still call you ‘Daddy’?” she answered tartly. “You were my stepfather for less than a year. Mom ran off with Roberto, like, two years ago.”

Shawn just glared at her in response. She winced a bit in return and realized she had gone a bit beyond friendly jabs.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” she trailed off, hating to have reminded him about her mom. Her mom was just like that. One day she had been wildly in love and the next, well, she was still wildly in love, but with a different guy.

Shawn looked at her seriously, and answered, “That doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t show me some respect.”

Wendi sighed deeply. Respect wasn’t quite the way she felt about her ex-stepfather. Truth was, she had never seen him as a father figure, especially since he was closer to her age than he was to her mother’s. And every since she caught him coming out of the shower naked one morning, she really didn’t think of much other than his huge cock. He was still dripping wet and looking for a towel. Before he noticed she was there she had seen everything, from his broad muscular shoulders to his thick member. Even though he wasn’t erect, he had still been larger than any of the guys she had seen. Ever since then, she had wondered what it would be like to be with a man like him. Sure, she had her share of boys and men since but the image of him naked had been seared into her brain since that day, fueling many late-night fantasies.

But there was nothing she could do if he still saw her as a child. He had to see her as a woman and despite her tiny tank top, short skirt and the ‘fuck me’ pumps she was wearing, he still seemed to be missing the message.  This “Daddy” issue of his was just standing in her way.

“Fine, Daddy” she said. She put special emphasis on the word “Daddy” just as she leaned her elbow on her knees giving him a good view down the front of her shirt. Before he could stop himself, his eyes followed the curve of her breasts. She loved the way he was staring at her as his eyes devoured her. But the look only lasted a moment, then he caught himself and looked away.

Wendi felt little butterflies dance throughout her stomach. She had often wondered just why he was so insistent that she call him “Daddy”. Whenever she wore short skirts and low shirts she noticed his eyes look her over.  She often thought he asked her to call him that so that he could remember that she was his ex-wife’s daughter. That might mean that if she distracted him enough, he might be able to forget it.

She cocked her head and considered her what to say next when the door opened with a heavy thud.

“Hey Shawn!”

Wendi smiled broadly as Shawn’s younger brother Kyle breezed in. He was always larger than life and seemed to fill the room. His light blonde hair and blue eyes were almost as captivating as his brother’s. Whenever she saw them both together she couldn’t help comparing them and looking from one to the other. She thought her stepfather was the more handsome of the two, but it was close.

“What’s going on?” he asked, giving his brother a big hug. Next, he turned his attention to Wendi. “Hey babe, you look great!” he said with a big smile.

Wendi smiled back glad that someone had noticed. “Hey Uncle Kyle,” she said with a big grin.

“Uncle Kyle?” Kyle answered as he flopped down on the couch next to them. “Really, you are still going to call me that, even after…” his brother’s scowl cut him off.

“See, Daddy,” Wendi added, “Kyle doesn’t treat me like I’m still thirteen. Like everyone else, he acknowledges that now that I am eighteen, I am an actual adult.”

“Quite,” Kyle added with a wicked grin, “very well grown up and in all the right ways.”

Wendi smiled and felt a little flush creep to her cheeks. She always loved flirting with Kyle. Of course, if he only knew she wasn’t joking, she imagined it would be his cheeks that would be bright red. The two brothers were a few years apart but they looked a great deal alike. As a matter of fact, they had so much in common that Wendi often wondered just how far the family resemblance went.

“Kyle,” his brother chided him, “stop leering, she’s my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” Kyle scoffed. “She’s no more your daughter than I am!”

“He can leer if he likes, that’s my decision not yours,” Wendi added with an impish smile. “As a matter of fact, I think I rather like it when he leers.”