Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I raised my arms over my head and rolled my shoulders and shook back and forth, making my heavy breasts jiggle with the motion.
In the glowing firelight, my thin white shirt was practically see-through and I could see Jack watching me from the corner of my eye. Knowing his eyes were on me made me feel restless and my nipples got tight and poked at the thin material of my shirt even more.
But he didn’t scold me or tell me to put my bra back on. He just put his arm around my shoulders and let me cuddle close, my braless breasts pressed against his side.
That should have been enough for me, but somehow it wasn’t. I wiggled and squirmed until my t-shirt got pushed up and my bare breasts were showing, my ripe pink nipples poking out shyly from under the frayed white hem.
“Hey, Princess—what are you doing? You got ants in your pants tonight?” Daddy Jack asked, frowning down at me. Then he seemed to catch sight of my full breasts and tight nipples showing.
“Just trying to get comfortable,” I said innocently, pretending not to notice how my shirt had rucked up to show my pink points.
“Well, try to be a little more careful next time,” Daddy Jack rumbled, frowning. “Look at you, Princess—your shirt’s all messed up.”
“It is?” I sat up and looked down at myself, pretending to be shocked by the way my short white t-shirt had pushed up to reveal the full globes of my heavy breasts and my aching nipples. “Oh, I guess it is,” I murmured. “But really, what’s the big deal?” I added, trying to act nonchalant. “I mean, you’ve got your shirt off—why can’t I take mine off too?”
I started to pull my shirt over my head, but Jack stopped me.
“You know why you can’t take your shirt off, Princess.” He frowned sternly. “You can’t go around bare-ass naked, flaunting your sweet, ripe tits like this.”
The fact that he thought my breasts looked “sweet and ripe” made me feel all trembly inside and I squeezed my thighs together tightly as my pussy throbbed.
“You should pull down your shirt now, Princess,” Daddy Jack said. “It’s not right for you to be half-bare like this around me.”
“But…but I’ve been wanting to ask you a question. About my, uh, breasts,” I said quickly. “Something I couldn’t ask anyone else,” I added, making my eyes wide and innocent as I looked at him.
“Oh?” He frowned. “And what’s that, Princess?”
“Well…” I nibbled my lower lip and thrust out my chest a little more, loving the feeling of his eyes on my bare flesh. “I heard some boys talking in one of my classes a while back. And one of them said that if a girl’s breasts get too big, they’re not firm anymore and that means they’re no good.”
“What?” Uncle Jack’s frown went protective and angry. “That’s a load of bullshit, Princess!”
“I thought so too, but ever since I can’t help wondering…are my breasts firm enough?” I shook them enticingly, making them jiggle again, and then pulled up my t-shirt some more so he could see them more fully. “Would you…could you hold them, Daddy Jack? Just for a minute and let me know what you think? As a man, I mean?” I asked him.
“Now, Princess—I really shouldn’t do that. Now that your parents are gone, I’m your Daddy—even if we aren’t related by actual blood-ties.” He frowned sternly but I could see the hard ridge of flesh rising in the crotch of his jeans.
“Please, Daddy Jack?” I begged softly. “Just hold them for a moment and tell me what you think?” I looked down at my hands. “I have such bad problems with self-esteem,” I confessed softly. “But if I knew you thought my breasts were okay, I’m sure I’d feel better about them and about myself.”
“Oh, Princess, I really shouldn’t…” he groaned, but at the same time, his big, warm hands were reaching out to cup my bare breasts. He weighed them in his hands and then gently thumbed my tight nipples, which sent a shiver of pure pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh, Daddy…” I moaned, thrusting my breasts more fully into his palms. “That feels really good!”
“Your breasts are beautiful, baby girl.” His deep voice was hoarse. “Perfect. But it’s time for you to pull your shirt down now.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Can’t you hold them just a little longer, Daddy Jack? I like the way it feels when you cup my breasts in your big, warm hands. And…” I nibbled my lower lip some more. “I like it when you touch my nipples, too. I can feel it all the way down in my pussy somehow—I don’t know why. Can’t you please play with my titties just a little bit more?”