My Secret Daddy
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 10: Fourteen, Part 3
Julie was standing outside the back door and didn’t look happy when I got to Dave’s. She dropped her cigarette and clenched her hands into fists. She icily asked, “Rick called me. You didn’t just talk to your brothers, did you? You showed them pictures of me?”
I smiled and said, “Well, they love you now, so you have two boys to pick from!”
“I’m in love with Dave! And you showed boys I don’t know naked pictures of me!”
“I thought you would be happy they love you?”
Instead of kind and caring, like she’d been for years, she was furious and rude. She pushed past me and walked to her car. “GAWD! You’re such a STUPID little BITCH!”
I apologized as she opened the door and climbed in. “Sorry! I was really trying...” Her door slammed shut, and the rear tires threw up dust and gravel as she drove off. I felt quite guilty. She’d been nothing but nice to me for a long time. I sat on the back steps and smoked a cig to calm myself, then walked in the back door.
Renee was opening a pack of lunch meat in the kitchen. I stopped and stared at her, unsure what to say or do. She noticed me and froze for a moment. I stumbled over my words. “Renee, I ah ... um...” My gaze was drawn to the shapes of small breasts beneath her purple t-shirt.
She seemed sad and quite nervous. “Uncle Dave is hungry. I’m making him lunch.”
Concern for my Secret Daddy overrode my arousal. “Is he okay?” I walked into the kitchen, toward her.
She put the cold cuts on the counter next to the bread. “Yeah, just kinda drunk on pain medicine. Can you grab a can of chicken soup from the pantry?”
“Renee, I uh ... I’m so sorry about before! I love you! I really love you!” I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her lips. She didn’t react for a moment. I wrapped my arms around her back and sucked on her upper lip.
She grabbed me tightly and licked my teeth. Our boobs rubbed together as we French kissed, and she moved to press her pelvis against my thigh. I hugged her left leg between mine, licking her tongue and pressing my vulva against her leg through our skirts.
Dave startled us with, “WOW!”
We quickly moved away from each other, and I hurried to say, “Sorry! Sorry, I...”
He asked, “Why be sorry? That’s HOT! Lemme grab a camera!” My face must have been bright red, like hers. He turned and took two steps before he tripped and fell onto the sofa.
I followed Renee as she ran to him. “Dave! Are you okay?”
“You girls are so sexy!”
“You’re not mad I love Renee?”
“Why would any sane guy be mad? Keep going! Just lemme get a camera!”
I kissed Renee lightly and asked her, “I hope it’s okay I love Dave too?”
Instead of replying, she grabbed my shoulders and shoved her tongue into my mouth again. We continued making out, kissing intensely, and playing with each other’s boobs through our shirts.
There was a quiet whirring noise and a ‘Click’ when Dave sat on the sofa with his oldest video camera. Renee sat next to him and pulled me down, onto his lap. He kissed my cheek and stroked my back, as Renee and I returned to French kissing. Before long he was fondling my right boob through my shirt, and her left one.