Chapter 3

Brandy had thought and thought about how to approach her father about posing for a mold. Uncle Bob had been so open about how much he appreciated her as a woman, that, while strange at first, it had been relatively easy. Bobby had been even easier, but she didn't know whether that was because he was just a teenaged boy chocked full of hormones, or because he really thought of her as a woman, and not just a sister.

But Daddy might explode. True, he frequently told her she was beautiful, and that he was proud of her. He'd been way more laid back about her sexuality than her mother had been, and, for that matter, had been clearly at odds with his wife about what the kids should be allowed to do.

But still...

She thought back to how, with Bobby, she had tried to be assertive and act like everything being done was just as normal as pie. It had seemed to work very well. And she really needed the third model. She had spent an hour last night comparing the two models she now had.

Brandy knew enough about sex to know that a man put his penis in a woman's vagina when they made love. Uncle Bob had put his finger inside her, and it had been wonderful. Staring at the two models she had slipped one hand down to her own vagina and had carefully slipped one slim finger into it. The flesh inside had clasped her finger tightly and, staring at the models, she couldn't believe that either of them would fit in that close space. That had led to the insertion of another finger, at which time she had felt a stretching and slight pain at the bottom of the hole she was probing. Her fingers had automatically pulled away from that pain as she slid them out...

... and Brandy had discovered her clitoris.

The shock of the feeling caused by her fingers sliding across the little bump had surprised her. At first she thought there must be something wrong ... that there was some growth there that shouldn't be there. But as she pressed against it, she suddenly remembered that same feeling when her Uncle had stroked her there. And Uncle Bob would have said something if he felt something strange or wrong ... wouldn't he?

She put aside thoughts of how she would approach her father and walked over to Uncle Bob's house. She knocked as she went through the door and yelled a Hello. His voice came, as usual from the fly tying room. when she got there he was bent over a little vice and had thread in one hand, and feathers in another.

He looked up. "How's the most beautiful woman in the world?" he asked.

"Uncle Bob! You're a big flirt." she responded, but tingled at the compliment.

"I'm not flirting. I've seen all of you, and I'm just stating the facts. You can't rag on me for telling the truth." He wound the thread around something and reached for a little bottle.

"Speaking of which, can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Sure," he said.

"Well, last night I was ... ah ... well I was ... well, examining myself, I guess, and I felt something ... down there ... and I don't know if It's normal or not."

Bob looked up. "I'm not sure I understand the question. Were you masturbating?"

Brandy's face flamed red. "No. I mean I don't think so. I was just sort of feeling around and I felt this little bump and when I touched it, it felt like when you touched me, but I don't know if the bump should be there or not." She was out of breath when she finished.

Bob's face went sly. "Well, sweetheart, if it's what I think it is, it's fine. But maybe I should take a little look-see just to make sure."

Brandy, not used to bullshit, just nodded. "OK," she said. she started taking off her jeans, pushing her panties down at the same time. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the legs of her jeans off, sitting on a nearby easy chair. She felt funny wearing a T shirt and nothing else. "Should I take my shirt off too?" she asked.

"If you'd be more comfortable that would be fine." said Bob. When he stood up there was a lump at the front of his pants. She was delicious, and her innocence turned him on a LOT. She sat upright, looking at him expectantly. He saw her eyes drop to his crotch.

"I made Bobby's mold" she said. His ... thing is different looking than yours. I was surprised."

The thought that she had handled her brother's cock stiffened him further. "What was it that looked so different?" he asked.

"Well his looks lots smoother, and where yours is kind of round on the tip, his didn't look like that at first. Then this loose skin moved and it suddenly looked more like yours."

"Ahhh" said Bob. "Bobby hasn't been circumcised. That's the difference. I have been, when I was a baby."

"I don't understand." said Brandy.

"You know that skin that moved back and forth on Bobby's penis?" asked Bob. Brandy nodded. "Well, when I was a baby they cut that off of my penis."

Brandy paled and looked horrified. "They did that to a poor little helpless BABY?!" She was incensed.

"Well, the way they do it they say it doesn't hurt. I don't remember it, of course." said Bob.

"Well it sounds horrible to me." said Brandy.

Bob knelt in front of Brandy and her legs levered open, displaying her perfect pussy to his lusting eyes. "Brandy, you have the prettiest pussy I think I ever saw."

"Pussy is a naughty word Uncle Bob." said Brandy, but she felt a thrill as she said that word herself.

"Nonsense. It's just a nickname for this pretty pretty vagina right in front of me. Now, where's this bump you're worried about?"

Brandy spread her pussy lips with two fingers and then touched the sensitive bump with a third. "It's right there."

Bob made it look like he was examining everything closely, but in fact, he was just enjoying looking. Her clit was fully covered in its little hood. He looked down and could clearly see her hymen at the bottom of her slit. It covered about half of her channel and looked fairly thin. He was surprised he hadn't damaged it with his finger when he had finger-fucked her.

"Well, I can see your hymen is intact. That's what makes you a virgin. I'm glad I didn't damage it the other day. It would have hurt and I don't want to hurt you." He spoke clinically, trying to prolong his chance to gaze at her sex. Finally, though, he had to answer her question. "Brandy, honey, have you ever heard of the word "clitoris"? That's what that little bump is sweetheart."

"No," she said worriedly. "Is that bad?"

"No sugar, that is there to help you have a good time when you have sex. When a man's penis slides in and out of you it will rub that, and you'll feel good."

"So that's why it feels good to touch it?" she asked.

"Yes, and there are other things you can do with it too. Would it be OK if I showed you one?"

"Sure." said Brandy smiling. She was then astonished to see her Uncle lean his mouth down to kiss her bump. Then his lips sealed around it and he suddenly sucked.

Brandy's upper body fell back in the chair as her hips tried to shove themselves into her Uncle's mouth. A sound something like "UUUUUHHHHHNNNNNNGGGGG" ripped from her throat as almost painful streaks shot from her clit throughout her body. Two of those streaks shot to her nipples, and the tingling there was so strong that she had to reach up and squeeze each one, almost like one does when she's smashed a finger and grips it tightly to ease the pain. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair and dug in as her uncle added a tongue wash to his sucking action. Then he let off and licked her split several times as she relaxed a little.

"Uncle BOB!" she squealed. "That feels GOOD!"

He stopped long enough to look up and smile. "It's supposed to. You can have that same feeling you had the other day if you want to."

"Oh YES!" she squealed again. "PLEASE!"

Bob went back to work on her and did his very best. He kept his fingers out of her to avoid stretching her cherry. He didn't want her to feel any pain at all. Instead, he reached up with his fingers and played with her spiked nipples as she let out a long "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" and her hips started jerking. She jerked around so much he had to let go of her nipples and put his hands under her butt to keep his mouth where he wanted it. He looked up and saw her fingers replace his own.

It didn't take long. Within minutes she was yipping and then she went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. Bob waited until she went limp and then licked her gently with the flat of his tongue as her juices bathed his face. When he finally stopped and looked up her head was laid back on the chair and there was a beatific smile on her face.

"That's what your clitty is for," he said.

She looked down at him, still smiling. "Thank you," she said. "But your face is all wet. Isn't that icky?"

"Not a chance sweety. You taste fabulous," he said, licking his lips. "Now, you need to get out of here, because I want to show you what a cock feels like, and, like I said, you're a virgin."

Brandy didn't think he was serious. "You're all stiff again, aren't you?"

"You bet I am," he said.

"Well, couldn't I ... you know ... do what I did last time? Would that help?"

Bob ached to stuff her pretty pussy full of his spunk, but he didn't think she was ready for that. And a hand job from a lovely naked lass was better than his own rough hand.

"That would be very nice," he said. He stood up and unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants to his ankles. He never wore underwear any more.

Brandy sat up and pulled him between her spread legs to get to his cock. She had played with the facsimile enough that she knew what it would feel like, and stroked it with much more authority than she had the last time.

"You know what's going to happen." groaned her uncle.

"I know," she said, working on his prick, taking long strokes. His skin didn't move like Bobby's did.

"Can you get your hand slick ... between your legs?" asked Bob. "It'll slide a lot better if you do."

Brandy remembered the slick feeling when her finger had gone into her pussy, and she wanted to please her uncle, so she took her hand and pressed it against her still dripping slot. When she took his cock in her hand again it did ride a lot more smoothly on it.

Brandy saw a drop of almost clear stuff bubble out of the little hole in the tip. She remembered tasting him before. "Can I taste it again?" she asked.

"Ohhh pleease" groaned her uncle.

She leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the clear drop, feeling the smooth skin under it and liking that feel. She felt the urge to put her lips over the head and did.

Bob leaned backwards and his hands waved in the air for balance. "Brandeeeeee" he moaned.

Brandy felt a wash of fluid enter her mouth and she tasted her uncle all over the inside of her mouth. She pulled her mouth off of his cock as it continued to spurt. His second and third shots hit her chest and drooled downward toward her flat stomach. She spent a second tasting him and then swallowed quickly. She liked his taste.

"You taste good too," she said, her lips spermy.

"Ohhh FUCK that felt good." groaned Bob as he stood back up straight. Her hand was still on his prick and she was looking at it. He felt some ooze and, as it came out, watched her tongue dart out and lick it up.

Bob was in love.

But he knew if he let her stay he'd be on top of her riding her until he blew a nut in her sweet tight pussy. He'd pushed the envelope far enough. He kissed her and shooed her out the door.

While her interlude with Uncle Bob had been both entertaining and educational, Brandy didn't have much time left before she'd have to go back to school and get her project ready to turn in. She'd have to face her father sooner or later, and in a burst of affirmative emotion, she decided to do it sooner.

She waited until her father had eaten supper and Bobby was involved in his homework. She even asked Bobby what kind of homework he had, to make sure he wouldn't be coming to ask either her or their father for any help with it. Just before she approached her father she peeked in on Bobby and saw that he was playing video games, instead of doing his homework. Satisfied that he'd be busy for a while, she went into the living room, where Chuck was reading the paper.

Brandy looked at her father differently this time than she had in the past. She looked at him as a man, rather than just 'Daddy'. He was pretty handsome, she thought. He had a touch of gray at his temples, beneath otherwise dark brown hair. His face was smooth, with lines in it that creased when he smiled. He smiled a lot, and that was one of the things about him she liked. He had the start of a little paunch, because the only real exercise he got was golf, and he only played once a week usually. He looked eminently "normal" to Brandy, and she felt a surge of love for this man who had defended her and provided for her all these years.

"Daddy?" she started.

He didn't look up from the paper. "Hmmm?"

"Daddy, I need to ask you for a favor ... a kind of big favor."

Now he looked up. "How much do you need?" he asked. "I only have about forty dollars in my billfold, but I can go to the bank if you need more for something."

Brandy felt herself blushing a little. "I don't need money. But thanks. No, I'm working on a project for school. And I need your help with that."

He smiled. "Sweetheart, it's been a long time since I went to college. Things have probably changed so much I don't know how much help I could be. But I'll try." he added.

Brandy felt butterflies in her stomach. "It's not that," she said. "I mean you don't have to KNOW anything. I just need you to DO something."

Chuck glanced back at his paper, like he wanted to get back to it. "Sure, honey, what do you need?"

"Well, it's for Biology. It's a study of comparative anatomy, and I've already done some of it, but there's one more to do." She was having a hard time actually telling him what she wanted.

Chuck shook the paper in an unspoken gesture of impatience. Reading the paper each night was one of the things he treasured. "Brandy, just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it if I can," he said, his voice just slightly grumpy.

It was the moment of truth. She couldn't put it off any longer. She blurted "I need to make a mold of your penis."

There was silence for what seemed like a year to Brandy, but was, in reality, only eight seconds long. Chuck stared at her. "A mold of my penis," he said.

"Yes". She sounded like she was about eleven, and had just been caught raiding the cookie jar before supper.

"And why do you need this?" he asked, a little dazed.

"To compare to Bobby's and Uncle Bob's. It's for Comparative Anatomy ... at school." Brandy was helpless to say anything else.

"A mold." said Chuck, who was equally helpless to think of anything to say in this situation.

"Uh huh." squeaked Brandy. "See I made a mold of Uncle Bob's penis, and I made one of Bobby's and they're very different. And yours would be the third to compare Bobby's too, since he's the youngest and comes from both blood lines. Uncle Bob gave me the stuff I use to make the molds with, and it's a little messy and I have to touch them and everything, but I think it's a good project and I think I'll get a good grade for it, and I know it's weird and everything, but..." She looked at her father with puppy dog eyes.

The paper was forgotten. Well, it wasn't exactly forgotten. Chuck still treasured his paper, but now for a different reason. It was lying in his lap, and it covered up the penis under discussion which, when he heard her admit she had handled his brother-in-law's and his son's pricks, had begun to get decidedly stiff.

"Well, you're right about it being weird," he said. For lack of anything else to say he asked "So how do you go about making a mold of a penis?"

Brandy felt better. He hadn't screamed or called her names. "Well, I have to make a container for the silicone - out of a soda bottle - and then I have to arrange things so you can lie down with your ... um ... penis hanging down. Then we take our clothes off and I raise the bottle up onto your ... penis and then we have to wait ten minutes for the stuff to set up."

Chuck hadn't actually been paying complete attention to her description. He was trying too hard to think of what to say and how to deal with his stiff cock. But he heard the words "we take our clothes off", or thought he had.

"WE take our clothes off?" he asked automatically.

Brandy flushed again. "Well, yes. I mean you need to be hard, and everybody said it helped them to get that way if I was naked too."

"I need to be hard." Chuck mumbled. That wasn't going to be a challenge.