My Secret Daddy
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 8 - Fourteenth Birthday - part 1
Age 14, part 1
It was a Saturday morning, my fourteenth birthday. My stupid big brother Rick and our even dumber oldest brother Sam were stunned when I spread a dozen photos on the coffee table. Nobody else was home. I felt slightly guilty for stealing them from Dave’s collection, but he had thousands more. The images showed Julie wearing various lingerie or swimsuits. Sam and Rick both stared a long while.
I set down another photo with her topless, in silky see-through panties, so her auburn pubic bush was plainly visible through them. Even I thought her perfectly round C-cup breasts and pointy nipples were pretty. I saved the best picture for last. Rick’s tongue poked out of his mouth and Sam’s jaw dropped when I set it on the table in front of them. Julie was on her belly on a bed, totally nude with her knees spread wide, licking a purple popsicle. You could see her butthole, part of her fuzzy kitty, and the side of a nice boob. They stared silently a long, long time. Finally, Sam commented, “Wow! Super hot!”
Rick asked, “So SEXY! Who is she?” I noticed a bulge in the front of his jeans. From the tone of his voice, he knew her and didn’t want to admit it.
I explained, “There isn’t a brain cell between you two! My friend’s big sister Julie has been trying to get your attention for two weeks! You had Algebra with her last year, Sam. Rick’s in her English class.”
At seventeen and a half, Rick was six months younger than her. “She likes us?”
Sam was ten months older, and in the same grade. He asked, “She likes me?”
“Remember the day she wore a short skirt and ‘dropped something,’ so she could bend over and show you two her butt? Or all the other hints?”
“What?” My brothers aren’t actually stupid. On the contrary, these days Sam is a computer engineer and Rick is a surgeon. At the time, they seemed remarkably dense about girls, though.
“She told me she dreamed of waking up naked between you two. Here’s her number.” I wrote it on the back of a photo. Once Julie told me she had a dream of waking up between two guys, but not who. She’d never mentioned my brothers to me, but I had a plan. If she dated one of them, she’d leave my Secret Daddy, Dave! I could have him all to myself!
Sam picked up half the images and asked, “Can we keep ‘em?”
Rick grabbed a picture from Sam’s hand. “I want this one!”
“No, it’s mine!” Sam grabbed it back.
I pointed out the blatantly obvious, “Call Julie! Then maybe you can make out with her, instead of your pillows. Hahahaha!”
They blushed and exclaimed, “Shut up!” They went back to arguing over the pictures when I walked to my room.
I laid down on my bed and imagined how great it would be to kiss Dave all the time, the way men and women kissed. I longed to feel his strong muscular arms again, to touch his chest, feel and see the rest of his body, ALL of his body! I knew it was wrong and a sin, still, I reached under my skirt and touched the front of my panties in a way only bad girls do. In just seconds, moisture wet a bit of the thin fabric. It wasn’t urine.
I was truly horny for the first time, but a nicotine craving overpowered my arousal. Robot-like, I walked downstairs, out the back door, and three houses down the alley to Dave’s place. I’d done the same many, many times before. The doors were locked and nobody answered when I rang the doorbell. I took my secret cell phone from my purse and called him, but there was no answer. I wondered what was going on. I tried calling again, but nothing. I worried and hoped he was okay.
I called Julie and she explained, “Uncle Dave was taking pictures of me. He bumped one of the spotlights and it fell on him. It cut and burned his arm kind of bad. I drove him to the hospital.”
I anxiously hurried to ask, “How bad is it? Will he be okay? Can I please talk to him?”
“They gave him strong pain medicine, so he’s pretty loopy right now.” In the background I heard him bark like a dog, then laugh. It sounded oddly cute to me. “The nurse said he can go home in a few hours, when he’s okay to walk. Thirty stitches and there’s a big bandage on his left arm, but he’ll be okay.”
“Thanks. Oh, I heard my brothers Sam and Rick talking about you. They both like you a lot.”
“Cool. Talk to you later.”
“Later. Bye.”
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