“We got the room on the way up,” my father admitted, pulling the flowered curtains closed. “It's the only motel for ten miles around. We didn't want to lose out on getting a room.”
I looked around.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “I'd hate to lose out on getting a room in this place.”
He'd closed the door tightly behind us, having to bang it hard to get it latched, the number on the outside rattling but somehow not falling off. When he turned to me, I could tell he was excited, almost too excited, at what we were about to do.
And so was my Uncle Jack.
They both had bulges in the front of their jeans, proof enough for me that my mere presence here was enough to get them highly aroused. On the other hand, I didn't like being taken for granted.
I stood in front of the open bathroom door, hands on my skinny hips.
“So before you picked me up,” I said, “you assumed I'd fuck you both? What, because I'm a big slut?”
My father was already shaking his head.
“Not a slut, sweetheart,” he said quickly. “Sexually adventurous. You once told me you'd try anything, as long as it was dirty.”
I thought about it, then had to laugh.
And I did remember saying it, probably about the time I was a 4th-grader at St. Katherine's. I was naked in just my tennis shoes and my dad had been fucking me standing up, from behind, in our attached garage. I was bent over, bracing myself against a wall with both hands, while he held onto my bare little ass. He'd had a thumb in my asshole and was giving me every inch of his big dick, straight up my slippery hairless little-girl cunt, with every thrust.
In fact, he'd fucked me so hard and fast (while my mom was at work), I could barely see straight.
And I always said a lot of crazy sex stuff whenever I was fucking or getting close to an orgasm. It was like I was in another world, where the dirtier the stuff I came up with was, the more fun it was for both of us.
Like I said earlier, my father liked explicit language from his filthy little girl.
“Okay,” I finally smiled. “That's true.”
I looked around again.
There was a lone double bed, no headboard, saggy in the middle, with a thin gray bedspread that probably hadn't been cleaned in years. A rickety pasteboard dresser stood against the wall, a small ancient wood-grain television mounted high in the corner above it.
Under a short Formica counter with a dirty 4-cup coffee maker was a slightly rusted chrome kitchen-type chair. It had a padded plastic yellow seat torn in several spots, little tufts of whitish-gray stuffing sticking out.
In other words, it was pretty much a 1-star place, maybe not even that.
“I guess fucking my father and uncle in this sleazy place would be dirty enough,” I admitted. “And I do love to fuck, but…”
And here was the but, a sort of big one:
I was suddenly, weirdly and unexpectedly, nervous about doing it with both of them at the same time. I'd never been with two men before, or even two boys, even though it was just my father and my favorite uncle.
In fact, I couldn't understand my uneasiness.
I was excited at the thought, and I really wanted to do it, but my stomach was suddenly filled with a lot of flitty little butterflies, as they say.
My dad moved up to me. He put his arms around my slim waist and gave me a big hug, burying his face warmly in the crook of my neck. “Sweetheart, we just want you to enjoy yourself,” he told me. “And I told Jack that sex was something you enjoyed the most, at least with me.”
“That's true,” I allowed. “But for some reason, it's making me nervous, doing it like this.”
And, like I said, it was true. And entirely surprising.
After all, my dad had been fucking me for over two years, since I was a little 9-year-old, in both my cunt and even in my tight little asshole. And basically we did it in every position imaginable. So I pretty much knew what to expect. And I was positive that two cocks would be even more fun than one.
But still…
With his tee-shirt already off, my Uncle Jack had been unzipping his pants, ready to take them off as well. But he suddenly stopped short at my words and gave me an understanding look.
“Emily, it's okay,” he said. “You're only 11-years-old, for God's sake, so it makes sense you'd be a little scared with two grown men in a strange motel, both wanting to have sex with you.”
I said, “I want to, I really do, but maybe I can just start with my father. Then we can go from there…”
And I shrugged my little-girl shoulders.
The truth was, I was embarrassed at being such a big chicken, especially knowing that my same-age cousin, 11-year-old Kimberly, a little 5th-grader just like me, was already up to doing gangbangs with her dad.
“I swear, I want to fuck, but…”
“Just relax, sweetie,” my father told me. “You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with.”
“I know, Daddy.”
“Just you and I can start…” he told me. He gave me another quick hug, then a kiss on my forehead. He straightened up and stepped back. “I'll fuck you first and Uncle Jack can just watch.”
“Okay.”
“I'll stay out of the way,” my uncle said. He pulled out the chrome and yellow kitchen chair and sat down, rocking back slightly on the two rear legs. “I promise. I'll just sit here and take notes.”
Funny.
“I'm really sorry,” I apologized to him, then smiled nervously. “Maybe when I get excited enough…”
“I know,” he said. “Don't worry about it, Emily.”
“Just stand right there,” my father told me. “Let me undress you.”
“Okay.”
And just like when I was a little kid, I closed my eyes as I stood there.
My father slowly unbuttoned my new uniform blouse, pulling it out from where it was tucked into my plaid skirt. Then he reached around inside it and unhooked my training bra from behind, pulling it away from me in front so my budding boobs were suddenly set free. Wheee!
With my eyes still closed, I helped him take my blouse and bra off the rest of the way.
“Oh, God,” my uncle suddenly said. I could hear him stand up, feel him moving in close to me. So much for keeping his promise. “What sweet young tits! They're so perfect!”
I swallowed hard, but then opened my eyes and said, “Thanks, Uncle Jack, but they seem so little to me. Too little.”
And I cupped them in my hands so he could judge them better.
“God, no,” he laughed, staring at my underage boobs. I was certain they didn't look much different than his own daughter's, except maybe my nipples were a little darker, me not being a blonde. He said, “They're absolutely perfect!”
“Thank you.”
I was still a polite little girl, if nothing else. And I seemed to be getting over some of my nervousness.
“Can I just touch them?” my uncle asked then. “I'll be good, I promise.”
That seemed harmless enough.
“Sure,” I nodded, to which he gave me a sudden smile. Then I gave him another one of my little shrugs. “You can even suck them, if you want. My nipples. They're really sensitive.”
“You are a little angel,” he said.
And I continued to stand perfectly still, letting him at me, his mouth finding first one of my perky little nipples, and then the other. At the same time, his hands took the place of mine, cupping both of my underage breasts and squeezing their smooth firmness gently. He was both sucking and licking at the extended tips, both of them pointy and enlarged, making me shiver with a series of little thrills as his teeth gently nibbled at them.
“That feels nice, Uncle Jack,” I admitted, my small nipples both alive with sensation as he kept sucking at them. His teeth continued to gently nibble at me. “Ohhh, God, that does feel good!”
At the same time, my father reached up under my plaid skirt and found my damp underpants. He ran his fingertips lightly up and down the center crease in the moist fabric formed by my slit, gently pressing against it near
