Living with my dad after my mom left sure took some getting used to on both of our parts I guess since I cannot believe it is easy for dad to get up everyday and look at me a spitting image of my mom. I got her same flowing red hair and light freckles but dad always tells me that I certainly got her entrancing blue eyes.

Since mom was gone dad spent more time with his friends especially his best friend Mike who I have know for many years to the point where I call him uncle Mike. Now Mike looked kinda like an old biker with his muscular build, slicked back black hair that was starting to grey and some faded tattoos scattered about his arms but as intimidating as he may look to me he was just a big softy.

One very hot summer Mike came over to help dad put in the new wooden fence around the house he had been talking about putting in since before mom left.

Mike was quick to come help especially when dad sweetened the deal by offering to by him some beer. Mike showed up and gave me a hug like he usually did and seemed to be in a very good mood for some reason as I told him dad was already in the backyard starting to dig the post holes.

Even in the house with the fan going it was scorching hot so I slipped into my pink dress which wasn’t to fancy just kinda like a tank top with a skirt attached to it, slipped off my socks and put my hair up into a ponytail and decided since they would be working in the backyard I would do some cleaning around the house. I started in the kitchen cleaning the floor while every once in awhile peeking out the kitchen window to the backyard to see them working.

I finally finished the large kitchen floor and then started on the dished humming to myself until I was startled feeling hands gently grasp my hips.

I jumped and turned with a squeal to see Mike standing there with a grin and his hands still on my hips “Sorry if I scared you”. “Its OK I guess I am jumpy, you taking a break?” I smiled as Mike nodded “Grabbing your pop and I some drinks its hot out there, and in here” he said looking my body up and down.

“I’ll let you get on with your dishes” he said and turned towards the fridge so I turned back to the sink and continued washing until again I felt hands on my hips. I smiled and as I went to turn I heard Mike whisper “No don’t turn around, just keep doing what your doing”. I grinned getting goosebumps as he slid his hands around to my stomach and then back to my ass as he grabbed it gently.

I started to pant as he placed one of his hands on my ankle and ran it all the way up under my dress and I felt him slid his fingers under the band of my panties and slide them down. He pressed his body to mine sliding his hand up my inner thigh until I felt him start to gently massage my pussy with two of his fingers.

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