Chapter 3

The moment my uncle’s father and grandfather stepped through the door; I knew they were a force to be reckoned with. There was an air of authority about them that seemed to fill the room, almost as if the very walls were bowing before their presence. They were tall and broad-shouldered, their faces lined with the wisdom of years and etched with a sharp intelligence that seemed to pierce right through you. The way they moved was both graceful and imposing, as if they were used to commanding respect wherever they went. As they made their way across the living room towards me, my heart hammered in my chest, and I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of impression I would make on them.

My uncle’s father, whose name was David, extended a large, calloused hand in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emily,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “I understand you’ve been having some trouble adjusting.” His gaze flicked briefly towards my uncle, as if he expected him to elaborate.

My uncle’s grandfather, who was named Michael, smiled warmly at me. “Don’t you worry, Emily,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “We’ll do our best to make sure you feel right at home.” There was a sparkle in his eye that made me feel as if he truly meant it.

As my uncle led me away, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of awe and apprehension. On one hand, these men seemed to embody everything I aspired to be strong, wise, and compassionate. On the other hand, they were family, and I was about to spend a significant amount of time living under their roof. I hoped I could live up to their expectations.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of introductions and explanations. My uncle showed me around the house, taking me on a tour of each room and explaining the rules and expectations that came with living there.

As the sun began to set, we all gathered in the backyard for dinner. The air was warm and fragrant with the scent of grilling steaks and roasting vegetables. The sound of laughter filled the air as my uncle’s family shared stories and jokes around the wooden picnic table. I felt surprisingly at ease among them, despite their intimidating presence earlier. My uncle’s father, David, took a seat across from me and gestured for me to begin eating. “So, Emily,” he said, cutting into his steak with a well-honed knife. “Tell us about yourself. What are your interests? Your hobbies?”

I felt a blush creep up my neck as I thought about how to answer. I didn’t want to sound uninteresting or boring. “Well,” I began, taking a sip of water. “I love to read I’m also really into running and hiking and swimming” My uncle’s grandfather, and father in approval. “Excellent,” he said. “Staying active is important. It keeps us sharp.”

My uncle, Victor, chimed in, “And you’re also smart as a whip, Emily.” He grinned at me, and I felt a surge of gratitude towards him for his support. I could tell that my new family genuinely cared about me and wanted to make me feel welcome. As we continued to eat and chat, I found myself opening to them more and more. I told them about my favorite books they listened to me intently, asking questions and offering advice whenever I hesitated.

By the time dinner was over, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. As we cleared the dishes away, my uncle’s grandfather, Michael, patted me gently on the shoulder. “It’s good to have you here, Emily,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “We’re glad you’re part of our family now.” His words filled me with a sense of warmth that spread through my entire body.

The night sky was alive with stars, their twinkling light casting a serene glow upon the sleeping town below. I stood at the edge of my uncle’s estate, gazing out over the manicured lawns and perfectly trimmed hedges, feeling an odd sense of displacement wash over me. It wasn’t that I didn’t belong here; quite the contrary, in fact. It was more akin to the feeling of being in between places, of not quite fitting in with the life I had left behind, yet not truly belonging in this new, albeit familiar, world either.

A soft chuckle broke the silence, drawing my attention back to the figure standing beside me. My Uncle, Victor, was dressed in his usual attire of casual slacks and an open-collared shirt, his silver hair ruffled ever so slightly by the gentle breeze. “You know, my dear girl,” he said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder, “it’s perfectly normal to feel a little out of sorts when faced with such a dramatic change in circumstances. Give yourself some time to adjust.” Emily smiled at her uncle, grateful for his understanding.

“You’re right,” she replied, her voice still tinged with uncertainty. “It’s just ... everything seems so different here. I miss my old life, but at the same time, I feel like there’s so much opportunity here that I can’t help but be excited.”

Victor nodded, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. “Yes, Emily. That’s exactly how I felt when I first came here, many years ago. It’s a mix of emotions, and it can be overwhelming at first. But I promise you, given time, you’ll find your place here. You’ll make new friends, rediscover old hobbies, and maybe even fall in love.” At this, a blush crept up Emily’s neck, and she looked away, her thoughts racing.

“Well, speaking of hobbies,” David continued, “I heard your uncle mention something about shopping for clothes. You’ll need some new outfits, of course. I suppose that includes sexy underwear, doesn’t it?” Emily let out a small giggle, feeling slightly more at ease. “Yes” she said with a sheepish grin. “I suppose it does.”

The three of them spent the rest of the evening discussing the future for Emily’s wardrobe, each offering their own suggestions and opinions. As they strolled back toward the house, Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside her. Perhaps this new life wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

8 weeks (about 2 months) later.

What she didn’t expect was for her uncle to suggest they all go shopping for new clothes.

As they walked through the huge shopping mall, Emily couldn’t help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Her uncle, His Father and even his grandfather seemed to be enjoying themselves, discussing the various styles and cuts with enthusiasm.

They eventually made their way to the lingerie section, where Emily was asked to try on various sets of sexy underwear. She blushed deeply, but obliged, stepping into the changing room. The men waited outside, peering through the crack in the door, offering their opinions on which ones looked best on her.

The lacy red set seemed to be the clear favorite, and Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of empowerment as she modeled it for them. Her Uncle even suggested that she twirl around, and she did so, feeling the silk fabric slide across her skin. The men’s appreciative whistles and compliments made her heart race.

As they continued their shopping spree, Emily found herself growing more comfortable with the attention. Her Uncle even insisted that she model some of the more daring swimwear for them, and she obliged, feeling a thrill as they all watched her pose in the tiny bikini. She could tell that they were all enjoying themselves, and it made her feel special.

After a while, they took a break to get some lunch. The conversation turned more personal, and Emily found herself opening to her uncle about her dreams and aspirations. He listened intently, offering words of wisdom and encouragement. It was almost like having a father figure in her life.

As they finished their meal, Emily’s Uncle Victor excused himself to use the restroom. When he returned, he seemed flustered, his cheeks slightly red. Emily couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill at the thought that she might have been the cause of his discomfiture.

Her Uncle Victor, His Father David, and His Grandfather all looked at her meaningfully, exchanging knowing glances. Emily felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation welling up inside her. She knew that they had something in mind, something they wanted to share with her.

They led her to a secluded corner of the mall, away from the bustling crowds, and Emily’s heart began to race. As they gathered around her, she couldn’t help but notice the way their eyes lingered on her body, taking in every curve and every detail. It was then that she realized what they had been planning all along.

Her Uncle Victor, His Father David, and His Grandfather each took a step closer, forming a semi-circle around her. They exchanged knowing glances, and Emily felt a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. They were all going to try to seduce her.

Her Uncle Victor cleared his throat, “Emily, sweetheart, we want you to know that we’ve all been very protective of you.” His voice was deep and smooth, like warm honey. “But we’ve also been very attracted to you.” He gestured to her body, taking in her curves. “You’re a stunning young woman, and we can’t help but want to be closer to you.”

Emily felt a mixture of shock and arousal. She glanced at her Uncle David, who gave her a reassuring smile. “We want you to know that you can trust us,” he said, his voice gentle. “We won’t push you into anything you’re not comfortable with. But we do want to explore this ... connection between us.”

Uncle Victor took her hand in his. It was warm and strong, and she could feel the heat emanating from his skin. “Emily, sweetheart, we’ve all been thinking about you a lot lately. About how beautiful you are, and how much we want to be close to you.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “We want to show you what it’s like to be loved by three men at once.”

As they continued to talk, their hands moved over her body, caressing her skin. She felt the hard length of their erections pressing against her, and she couldn’t help but moan softly.

The air was thick with anticipation as Emily found herself surrounded by the three generations of men in her family: His father, David; her uncle, Victor; and his grandfather, Michael. They stood close, their faces a mix of determination and love, their eyes fixed on her. Emily felt a shiver run down her spine as they each took one of her hands, their grips firm yet gentle. She looked around, unsure of what to expect, but knowing that whatever it was, it was going to be a moment she would never forget.

As they began to move, Emily found herself being led down the mall to a quite disused part of the mall. The soft click of heels on hardwood echoed through the space as they danced around her in a circle. It was almost like a waltz, but with a rhythm all their own. She felt herself growing more and more breathless, not just from the dancing, but from the knowledge that this was the moment she had been waiting for her entire life.

Finally, they came to a halt and Uncle Victor knelt in front of her. His eyes were warm as he looked up at her and smiled. “It’s time, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Take off your panties and bra for me.” Emily’s heart thudded in her chest, but she obeyed, reaching back to unclasp her bra before slipping her panties down her legs. As she did so, a rush of cool air hit her most sensitive parts, making them tingle with anticipation.

Uncle Victor took the garments from her and held them up, examining them for a moment before turning to his father and grandfather. They exchanged a look that Emily couldn’t quite decipher before they both moved in closer, their hands moving to the buttons on her dress. With practiced fingers, they began to undo the tiny buttons that ran down the front of her dress, revealing more and more of her flesh with each one they exposed.

As the fabric fell away, Emily stood before them naked, her body and large breasts on display for their inspection. Her heart raced as their gazes swept over her, taking in every inch of her skin, from the pale, smooth expanse of stomach and her bald pussy. She felt a thrill of anticipation run through her as they began to touch her, their hands rough against her sensitive skin, their touch commanding and possessive.

David cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb brushing across her nipple. She arched into his touch, wanting more, wanting to feel his touch everywhere. Uncle Victor slid his hand down her stomach, tracing a line along her hip before cupping her bottom in his palm. He lifted her up, setting her on his thigh, and then leaned in, kissing her deeply. She felt the hardness of him pressing against her, and a shiver of desire ran through her.

Michael reached out and trailed his fingers along the length of her inner thigh, before spreading her legs wider apart. He leaned in, his beard tickling her skin as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Emily.” His fingers found her wetness, and she cried out, arching into his touch. He pressed two fingers inside her, filling her, and she threw her head back, lost in the sensation.

Uncle Victor moved his hand from her bottom to her aching center, pressing his middle finger against her clit. He began to circle it slowly, and Emily moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing closer and closer to release. Michael continued to touch her, his fingers moving in and out of her, finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through her body. She clung to Uncle Victor, their kisses growing deeper and more urgent as they both felt the intensity of the moment building.

Emily’s breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into their skin as she arched her back, her hips grinding against Michael’s hand. She felt herself getting closer and closer, the pleasure coursing through her like a living thing. And then, with a cry that seemed to echo through the mall, she came, her body shuddering in their grasp.

David, watched her with pride and awe, his hand still cupping her breast. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, his rough beard brushing against her soft skin. “You are a woman,” he whispered, “and you are loved.” Emily felt a tear slide down her cheek as she looked into his eyes, knowing that this moment would forever change her life.

Uncle Victor smiled at her, his eyes shining with love and lust. He helped her to her feet, their bodies still entwined as he pressed her against his chest. “You are so beautiful, so perfect,” he breathed into her ear. “I will cherish you always.”

Michael continued to watch her intently, his expression a mix of pride and tenderness. He reached out and ran a finger down her spine, tracing the delicate bones that protected her fragile heart. “You are the light of my life, Emily,” he murmured. “And now you are the light of their lives as well. He leaned in, kissing her cheek before helping her to her feet.

As Emily stood there, naked and glowing, she felt a newfound sense of self-assurance wash over her. She looked at her three loves, each in turn, and knew that she belonged with them. They would always be there for her, protecting her and guiding her through the darkest of times. And now, as a woman, she could give them the same love and devotion that they had given her.

As Emily put her dress back on without her panties and bra, they held her hands as they walked out of the near empty mall.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow across the cityscape, Emily found herself wrapped up in the warm embrace of her uncle Victor’s massive, muscular arms. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation as he guided her through the bustling crowds back towards his mansion. The scent of his cologne mingled with the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting out of the nearby bakery, creating a heady cocktail that filled Emily’s senses and made her feel alive in a way she never had before. She couldn’t help but wonder what awaited her back at the mansion.