Love & Letters

Cara, Daddy, and Uncle Johnny Ch. 01

By: classy_with_curves

"Daddy, I'm home!" I called out as I went through the front door.

When I got no answer, I dropped my backpack in the living room and continued on into the kitchen. Through the window I could see my dad cutting the grass. It was mid-June, the last day of school, and the heat had been creeping up every day so that it was in the mid-80s and full humidity even at 5 o'clock. Cleaning out my locker and saying goodbye to a lot of my friends for the summer had kept me late, and I was glad to be home in the air conditioning. As I watched my dad push the lawnmower, sweat dripped down his chest and over his abs. I felt a little shiver run through me.

I'd been feeling that a lot lately, looking at my dad. He looked pretty good, for an older guy. Only a little gray in his hair, a few lines on his face, mostly from the sun, and tan skin from working outside so much. His job as a general contractor gave him lots of muscle, and though he ran his own company now, he still had the arm muscles, powerful chest, and flat stomach that came from working construction. None of the skinny guys at school could compare to his full-grown muscles, and the jocks who might look like that were all jerks who just wanted to get laid. I wouldn't mind getting laid, but I didn't want to be just another notch on the bedpost for some meathead. I wanted a man. I guess Daddy wasn't that old. He and my mom had me when they were only 20, so that made him 38, since I turned 18 last week. Mom died of cancer the year I turned nine. With her in-and-out of the hospital, and then her death and funeral, I'd missed a lot of school that year and had to repeat, so though I'm 18 already, I still have one more year of high school left.

I poured some iced tea into a glass and went out into the back yard.

"Hi, Daddy!" I yelled at him from the deck. He was cutting the grass around our pool now. I waved until he saw me, and when he did, he stopped the mower and came over to me.

"Hey, princess," he said, giving me his big smile. "How's my little girl?"

"Good. How you doin', Daddy? Need a drink?" I handed him the glass of iced tea.

"You're the best, sweetheart," he said, finishing it in three long gulps. He handed the glass back to me. "I'd hug you, but I don't think you want me to like this."

He held his arms out to the sides, letting me see the sweat glistening on his body. I couldn't help but look him up and down when he gave me a chance like that, and I felt my nipples get hard at the up-close-and-personal view of hard, hot, male body.

"I don't mind, Daddy," I said, finally looking him in the eye.

He had a strange look on his face, and I knew he'd seen me check him out. "All sweaty and everything?" he asked.

"Mmhmm," I told him. "I've got to shower anyway."

"Well, c'mere then," he said, and I stepped into him, immediately enveloped by his strong arms and manly scent. At 5'4", my head comes to below his chin since he's over 6 ft tall, and I cuddled right up to him, rubbing myself against him a little. When I pulled away, his sweat had soaked into my white button down school uniform shirt, and we both glanced down to see my nipples pressing hard against my shirt, even through my bra.

"Sorry, baby," he said, "didn't mean to ruin your shirt.

He didn't stop looking at my breasts, and I swear they swelled just because he was looking at them. I have a classic cheerleader body that I'm proud of - long legs, tight bubble butt, small waist, but my chest is my best feature: 34DDs. I'm both embarrassed and proud of my big tits. Everyone sneaks glances at them, which I totally get; they just won't stop growing! Even my DD bras are getting a little tight these days, with the upper curves of my breasts pushing out against the cups trying to hold them back.