Chapter 28 - HELPER
(Mg, MMg, inc, oral, exhib, voy)
Bunny is asked to help Aunt Bess out...
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I don't know how long I lay in "Uncle" Sid's bed looking up at myself in the overhead mirrors. Maybe I fell asleep for a while, or maybe not, but I do remember that the wet spot between my legs just got bigger and bigger as cum seeped from my pussy and I suppose, seeped from my ass.
"Bunny? Bunny? Are you alright?" It was Mary Lou.
"Yeah... I guess," I replied almost disinterestedly.
""Your dad says for you to get a shower and get dressed. Your mother is expecting you for dinner at your aunt's and he doesn't want to be late."
"Oh, okay..."
A minute or so passed and she urged, "Come on, Bunny! Get up. You've got to go!"
"Go where?"
"Your aunt's. For dinner. Your mom is expecting you and your dad."
"Oh, okay..."
Next thing I know and I'm being yanked out of bed and frog marched off to the biggest walk-in shower I'd ever seen in a house. The initial jolt of cold water brought me out of my stupor real quick! Mary Lou wasted no time in soaping me up between the legs. All too soon, I was rinsed off and dragged out of the shower, dried off and taken back outside where my clothes where. Daddy was dressed and ready to go. Uncle Sid and Mr. Mack were still naked. Pete and Kenny were in the pool again.
On the way home, Daddy was acting a bit strange. Was he mad at me? If he was, I'd soon find out once he got me home and upstairs alone with him.
In two minutes or so, we pulled up to Aunt Bess'. Daddy hadn't said a word to me since he first told me to blow Uncle Sid. Actually he didn't exactly say that, but that's what he meant. And he didn't say anything to me when I was being fucked in Uncle Sid's bed. He watched and it appeared me that he was... I don't know, excited maybe? He certainly had a hard-on!
Inside, he explained away my wet hair and that was that. Mama seemed annoyed though, but mainly because we were late for dinner and she was tired, having ridden herd on Aunt Bess' kids all day while Uncle Blake made himself scarce, or at least that was the story. The good news was that Aunt Bess was feeling much better after her bout with kidney stones the night before.
The night before... That was the Daddy-Daughter Dance. It suddenly seemed so long ago.
As I ate my supper I thought back to last night, down in Mary Lou's basement. Of dancing naked for Daddy and Mr. Mack. Of Mr. Mach screwing me while Daddy screwed Mary Lou. Gawd, that was all so bad! Not bad bad. It was actually a lot of fun, but it was naughty... very naughty.
And then Daddy took me back to Mary Lou's this morning. Gawd, did he want to screw Mary Lou again or did he want Mr. Mack to screw me? And then at Uncle Sid's, going skinny dipping and everything.
I looked over at Daddy while I chewed my food. He wouldn't look at me. He chatted it up with everyone else, but he wouldn't even look at me, much less talk to me. Not that I expected him to talk about all the sex, but at least he could acknowledge me and maybe comment on the weather or something... anything. He never acted like this unless he was angry with me. Was he angry?
A knot formed in my stomach as I visualized being over his lap as his hand came down hard on my bare rump. And then the weirdest thing happened... I got wet... wet between the legs! Why was I getting wet? Then it struck me... my period! Was I beginning my first period? Mama had told me what to expect and I imagined my crotch getting soaked with blood. With growing horror, I just knew that when I got up from the table that everyone at the dinner table would see it!
"Bunny? What's the matter, dear?" Mama said.
"I think I'm... Excuse me." I got up and rushed off hoping no one would notice the blood stain on the back of my shorts.
Alone and locked in the bathroom, I checked myself out. No blood... but I was wet. I tasted the fluid coating my fingers. It wasn't pee either. Then I realized that I had become aroused at the dinner table. But why? Then the mental image of Daddy's big hand landing on my bare butt filled my head once again.
"Bunny? Are you okay, baby?" I heard my mother say as she tried the locked door. I yanked my soaked hand from my puss.
"I'm okay, Mama!" I replied before licking my fingers. "I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay. Do you need my help for anything?"
"No, Mama," I replied before flushing the toilet as a diversion.
Thankfully she left me alone. I had to use a whole handful of toilet tissue to mop up the wetness, and then stuffed another wad in my panties. Feeling secure, I washed my hands and returned to the dining room table. Everyone had finished by then and I helped Mama clear the table and then we did the dishes.
"Hank!" Mama called out as the last greasy pot was done. "Hank!"
A moment later Daddy came into the kitchen. "Yes, Clare."
"Take Bunny home so she can get her church clothes for tomorrow and some night wear."
I looked questioning at Mama. She says to me, "I'm exhausted. You're going to stay over here tonight and help Aunt Bess with the kids." I really hadn't thought about what I was going to do that Saturday night, but babysitting my little cousins wasn't high my list of fun things to do.
Thinking back on it, it's rather surprising. I'd been over at Aunt Bess' countless times growing up, hanging out with her and Mama, playing with my little cousins, having Sunday dinner, babysitting, but I'd never spent the night in her house.
So I went home with Daddy. He still wouldn't look at me. Once inside, I had to ask him, "Daddy, are you angry with me?"
"No. Should I be?"
"I don't know! You tell me! Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me?"
"Hate you? No! No, not all!"
"Then why are you acting like you're mad at me?"
"It's not you, Bunny. It just that... I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? What are you sorry about?"
"I should have never let happen what happened."
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
"At Sid's today... At Mack's last night... What we've been doing lately whenever we're alone..."
"You didn't like doing what we've been doing?"
"Hell, yes, I like it. You're very sexy, you know. Sexy and desirable. You're also an easy girl. I'm easy too."
"So why are you mad at me?"
"I'm not mad."
"You act like you are."
"It's just that... I let things get out of hand and I don't know what to do about it. I'm sorry, Bunny. I truly am. I shouldn't have let it happen. None of it!"
I realized then that he was feeling guilty. But I'm the one who should be feeling guilty, not him. And I didn't feel guilty at all. Should I be feeling guilty?
I looked up at him towering over me. He looked so forlorn and vulnerable. Daddy had never seemed vulnerable to me before. He was always the rock, a towering man of confidence and strength. He was my daddy.
"It's okay, Daddy. I had fun and you had fun. Didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," he replied softly.
I reached out and caressed his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans. "We can have fun again," I told him as he grew big and hard. "You're my daddy and I'll do whatever you want."
His eyes perked up. "You will?"
"Yes. You're my daddy. Just tell me what you want, Daddy."
"Are you sure? Are you absolutely positively sure about that?
"Yes. I'll do whatever you want."
The concern faded from his handsome face and his eyes sparkled. "I want to see you get fucked again," he said huskily. "And I want to see you suck dick. I also want to fuck you and want you to suck my cock."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, I want to fuck you in the ass."
"Right now?" I asked feeling my pussy tingle and moisten, not at all sure I could take something that big up my you know what.
"No, not right now," he replied taking liberties with my tit. "Your mother will be home soon. But maybe tomorrow. We'll go over to the construction shack... No, I need to pick up some plans from Sid tomorrow. You want to go to Sid's tomorrow with me?"
"Before or after we go to your office?" I asked as I unzipped him.
"Damn..."
I got his jeans open and down off his hips. I kissed my daddy's penis and took it into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, yeah, baby girl," he hissed as I began working over his thick cock with my mouth and tongue.
I hadn't even gotten going good when he pushed me off and onto my ass on the floor. He yanked up his pants and told me, "Your mother's home!"
I hadn't heard anything, but then I heard Mama call out, "Hank?"
"Get up! Get up!"he whispered urgently.
I got up and scurried up the stairs to my bedroom. Gathering up what I needed for tonight and tomorrow, I went back downstairs. Mama and Daddy were sitting at the kitchen table talking like they often did.
"You don't mind running her back to Bess'?" my Mama asked.
"Not at all. You go take a hot soaking bath, Clare. You've had a long day."
"It's just that Davy wouldn't keep his clothes on," she laughed. "It's one thing playing in the sprinkler, but Bess and Blake do nothing to stop him. I gave up."
Turning to me she said, "Maybe you can get him to keep his pants on. Or at least his underwear."
"I doubt it," I replied with a knowing grin.
"I doubt it too," chuckled Mama.
"Before I drop Bunny off, would it be okay if I took Bunny to get some ice cream?" Daddy asked with a straight face.
"Sure, Hank. That won't be problem Take your time. They'll survive until Bunny gets there. Meanwhile, as tempting as your suggestion of a hot soaking bath is, I think I'll just go straight to bed."
"Okay, hon..."
Daddy drove right past the ice cream shop.
"Where are you going, Daddy?" I asked.
"Somewhere where you can suck my dick without interruption."
"Oh, okay."
To my surprise he took me to Lover's Leap. He knew about this place? Then I realized how stupid that was. Of course he knew about Lover's Leap. He'd lived in this town his entire life. He probably took Mama there before they were married. I had a hard time visualizing Mama doing all the stuff folks did up there. Daddy, not so much.
I still had the taste of Daddy's cum in my mouth when we returned to Aunt Bess'. Aunt Bess was puttering about like nothing was wrong with her. Davy was running about naked as usual. Karen and Sherry were sitting on the living room floor in just their panties playing with dolls. Uncle Blake was kicked back in his recliner, dressed is just his thin boxer shorts and drinking a beer.
I hardly ever saw Uncle Blake dressed in anything other than a coat and tie. Oh, he didn't wear a tie on Saturday's when he was home, but he was rarely home on Saturdays, as he was usually busy racking up billable hours as the local attorney who took care of the legal stuff for just about everybody in town. To see him shirtless and practically naked was almost shocking. He was a handsome man in his grey pinstripe suits, but half naked he was more than handsome, he was a hunk! Like Daddy, he had played football both in high school and like Daddy, he apparently worked hard to keep in shape. But unlike Daddy, he had no body hair to speak of; he was very sexy.
"Grab a beer, Hank, and come sit for a spell," he greeted Daddy. They had been best friends since they were both in diapers. Uncle Blake was a little older, not by much, but enough to have started school a year earlier than Daddy.
As usual, he hardly acknowledged that I was alive. That's not fair. Uncle Blake was always nice to me, just aloof. But tonight he didn't even nod in my direction.
"Bunny," Daddy said, "get a beer for me," and then he sat in the easy chair next to Uncle Blake's.
In the kitchen Aunt Bess told me, "I told your mother that I was feeling fine now and that you didn't need to come stay with me. I see she didn't listen."
"Um, I'm supposed to get Daddy a beer," I said. Aunt Bess frowned, then opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer for me to take to Daddy.
She followed me back to Daddy and Uncle Blake. "Blake, put some pants on," she told my uncle.
He looked at her and replied, "You need to go to bed, Bess, and get some rest." There was a momentary impasse of sorts, then Uncle Blake said, "Go on. Bunny can look after the girls."
Right about then Davy yanked down his older sister's panties. There was a mild ruckus as Davy darted away while Karen fussed while pulling her panties back up.
"And take Davy with you," Uncle Blake added.
"Very well, dear," Aunt Bess replied. "I am tired."
With that Aunt Bess rounded up her little boy and disappeared upstairs. Like Daddy, Uncle Blake ruled his family with a firm hand. And like Daddy with Mama, he gave Aunt Bess wide latitude about most things, but there was no question as to who was the boss. What he said was final. If he didn't want to put on pants, he wasn't going to put on pants.
The girls settled back down to playing with their dolls. With the wave of his hand, Daddy dismissed me to tend to my duties... mainly keeping the girls entertained and out of his and Uncle Blake's hair. I sat down with them and joined in playing with their dolls. They each must of had a dozen or more each, but they only had four of them downstairs to play with. Everything was going smoothly and reasonably quietly when Daddy asked me to fetch him and Uncle Blake another beer.
I was in the kitchen with two fresh cold beers in hand when I heard four-year-old Sherry shrieking, "No, Karen! No! That's my doll!! No, Karen! No!"
I came in just in time to see six-year-old Karen push her little sister down onto the floor and then hurl a doll across the room. Sherry was in tears and nearly hysterical by then.
"Karen!" roared Uncle Blake. "Stop that right this minute and get your butt over here!"
Karen's lower lip quivered as she obediently came to her father, the fear clear on her pretty face.
"That was uncalled for," her father said in a measured, but firm voice. "You don't bully your little sister."
"Sherry said it was her doll, but it's my doll!" she defended.
"I don't care whose doll it is! You don't push your sister down and you don't throw toys in the house.
"On my lap, little girl!"
I knew what was coming next, as did Karen. Without being told she pushed her panties down and crawled face down in her daddy's lap. The first thing he did was finish stripping the panties from her legs.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry," she sobbed just before his hand came down on her naked butt.
Pow! Pow! Pow! The three blows to her ass were delivered rapidly and not too harshly. Still she bellowed like she was being killed, just as I always did when my daddy spanked me. In seconds her cute little white buns took on a ruddy hue.
He looked up from her butt and at me. "Bunny. There's some lotion in the downstairs bath. Get it for me."
I quickly retrieved the bottle of hand lotion. He squirted some on his hand and rubbed his little girl's butt. He and Daddy looked at each other smirking. I couldn't tell, but I bet they both had hard-ons!
After taking more time than he needed, Uncle Blake lifted Karen from his lap, and kissed the tears away and then sent her on her way with a final playful pop to the butt.
"Sherry! Over here now!" he said firmly. Uncle Blake didn't play favors. If two of his kids were fighting, they both got punished.
"No, Daddy!" little Sherry whined.
"Here! Now!"
With little shuffling steps she came to her father. Down went the panties and she climbed in his lap to receive her punishment. Unlike her older sister, Sherry took the panties all the way off.
Resting his hand on her smooth ass, he intoned, "I will not tolerate you two fighting each other."
Pow! Pow! Pow! Three smacks to the bare butt, just like her big sister received, only delivered a little bit lighter. No matter, she howled. On went the soothing lotion with fingers lightly gliding across her glowing globes, punctuated by a finger occasionally trailing up her ass crack. Then as with Karen, he lifted her and kissed away the tears before dismissing her.
"Now you two kiss and make up," he told them. The two little nudies embraced each other, kissing each other on the lips.
"Bunny," he said, "take them upstairs and put them to bed. They've been playing in the sprinkler all afternoon, so they don't need a bath."
"What about..." I ventured pointing to the little panties by his feet.
He looked down and back to me. "They've forfeited their panties for tonight. Put them to bed as they are.
"Girls, take your toys with you," he added as he dismissed us with a wave of his hand.
Upstairs they put their dolls away and climbed naked into the double bed they shared. If they had been upset a few minutes before, they didn't show it now. Indeed, they were giddy. If sleeping nude was part of the punishment, they gladly embraced it.
Of course they wanted me to read them a bedtime story. The same story they always had me read to them, a story about a bunny who was looking for a home. The bunny looks and looks, comparing the homes of birds, frogs, and other creatures before finding a rabbit hole with another bunny to snuggle up with. Of course they identified me with the bunny in the story and as always they asked me who I slept with at night. When I told them I slept alone, they acted so sad and then snuggled up to each other giggling. Made me wish I had a sister. Or even a brother like Mary Lou had.
They then wanted me to rub their backs, so I did, taking liberties that maybe I shouldn't have. They didn't seem to mind. Indeed, they both fell asleep quickly.
I looked in on Davy, who was sleeping soundly and then looked in on Aunt Bess. She too was asleep. Back downstairs I was asked to bring more beers.
The radio was now on, playing "classic" rock, old Rolling Stones, REO Speedwagon, Foreigner and the likes. Daddy had me sit in his lap for a few minutes, then he had me sit in Uncle Blake's lap.
"You sure have turned out pretty," my nearly naked uncle complimented as he brushed the hair from my eyes, "that is from what I can see. Yes, you're all grown up." Well, I wouldn't say that. I just looked older than I was.
"How old are you now?"
"Almost twelve," I told him.
"Twelve? You look more like fifteen or sixteen.
"How big are you?"
"Ummm, what do you mean?" I asked thinking that maybe he was asking about my height. Fat chance!
"What size bra do you wear? C-cup?"
"Ummm, yeah," I replied blushing.
"Six months from now you're going to have a monumental pair. Just like your mother and aunt.
"Hank tells me you're a naughty girl and that you like to show off. Is that true?"
Questioningly I looked over at Daddy.
"You said you'd do whatever I wanted," he said. "And what I want is for you to dance for Blake and me like you danced for Mack last night."
Okay, I had said that I'd do whatever he wanted just a few hours before, but I meant with him.
"Or maybe I should have Blake spank you. Your choice, baby, dance or be spanked."
That was my choice? I looked up at the stairway where Aunt Bess and the kids were sleeping. Uncle Blake kissed my neck and said cupping a tit, "Don't worry about them. The kids know better than to come downstairs and your aunt, she'll only wakeup if you set off a cherry bomb in her room. So, come on, sweet girl," he said giving me a gentle squeeze, "and show me what you got."
Well, if that's what Daddy wanted...
I slid off my uncle's lap. A good dance tune came on the radio and I began moving to the music. I was really glad right then that Mama had made me take all those stupid dancing lessons when I was younger. It's not that I didn't like the dancing, I didn't like the teacher.
I was already barefoot, so pulled my t-shirt off first. Then my short-shorts. Uncle Blake clapped appreciatively as each article of clothing was removed. Daddy told me later that when stripping, I needed to go a little slower taking my clothes off and not be so quick about discarding them. However, Uncle Blake, he didn't seem to mind.
"Holy shit!" my uncle exclaimed when I discarded my bra. By the time the song ended, my panties were on the floor and I was on full display.
"Damn, Hank! She do this for you often?"
"First time it was last night. Not the first time she got naked for me, but the first time she did it with an audience. All I have to do at home is to ask and she's gets naked for me. That is when Clare's not around."
Another tune began and I resumed shaking my ass and tits.
"Do it like you did with Mack," Daddy said. "You know, give him a lap dance."
I danced over to my uncle and crawled into his lap, straddling him and looking at him eye to eye. His hands went to my waist and then over my butt. Then he leaned in and rubbed his face in my bare tits while he groped my bare ass. Soon he began biting my tits. Not hard, just nibbles and gentle nipple sucking. Naturally, my pussy was gushing in anticipation of things to come. By the time the lap dance was complete, Uncle Blake's thin boxer shorts were wet.
I climbed off. Uncle Blake pulled the snaps of his boxers and his cock sprang into view. Unlike Daddy, he had been circumcised as a baby and his large cock was beautiful for me to behold.
I dropped between his knees and took that hard hot organ in my hand. Our eyes locked and we grinned at each other as I slid my hand up and down his shaft. He had been leaking so much that we didn't need any addition lubrication for me to make a hand pussy and give him a good handjob.
"Suck him," I heard my daddy say. Or maybe I just imagined that he said that, or perhaps I just couldn't help myself.
Just as he began to spurt, I quickly lowered my mouth over his spewing cockhead so as to minimize the mess and... I felt Daddy behind me lifting my hips. I felt his cock press against my slippery pussy lips, lips which parted and allowed him to slide deep into me. When he gotten undressed, I have no clue, but I wasn't concerned about that at the moment, as my full attention was on the two large mature cocks pleasuring me while I pleasured them.
Uncle Blake's cock softened in my mouth as Daddy pounded into me from behind. He'd already cum in me twice that day, once in the cunt at Uncle Sid's and then in my mouth out at Lover's Leap. He was good to go for a long time. But he pulled out after five minutes or so and offered my cunt to his best buddy ever and his brother-in-law. Uncle Blake didn't stay soft for long.
He pushed me onto my back on the floor where I had played dolls with his little girls thirty minutes before, and took me in the traditional manner. After pounding me for a while, he rolled off and Daddy climbed on. For an hour or more they took turns with me. Putting me in various positions, like draping me over the arm of the sofa or on the coffee table or just on my hands and knees while I sucked the other one, or with me bouncing on a hard prick while sucking the other.
The end came suddenly. One minute Daddy's fucking me, the next he's getting dressed and is ready to go home and get some sleep. Uncle Blake was worn out by then too, so he just wandered off upstairs to join Aunt Bess in the sack. Me, I took a shower downstairs, put on my roomy "Hanks Crew" t-shirt and curled up on the sofa and went to sleep. It had been a busy day. A very busy day.
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