My Ex’s Daughter Wants Me To Be Her First

"Uncle~ It's my first time~ Be gentle with me~"

The stunning 18-year-old campus belle—my ex-girlfriend’s daughter—slipped into my bed late at night, offering herself to me.

"Since you don’t know who your biological father is, just call me Daddy!"

How could I resist such a fresh, exquisite young girl throwing herself at me? I flipped over and pinned her beneath me.

"Mom said my biological father was her first love—the only man she’s ever been with~"

Wasn’t I her mother’s first love?

Her mother’s first time was with me too—I’m absolutely certain.

Could I be her…?

My name is Aiden Anderson, a middle-aged divorced single man.

A few days ago, my first love Olivia Laurent called me out of the blue after years of no contact.

She asked if she and her daughter Iris could stay at my place for a few days.

Iris had been accepted into a university in my city, and they arrived a week early to get familiar with the area.

Since I live alone, I didn’t refuse.

When I opened the door tonight and saw Olivia, I was stunned—not because of Olivia, but because of her daughter Iris.

She’s only 18, just about to start college, but her body is already so developed.

A pair of full breasts strained against her tight T-shirt, looking ready to burst free.

Her slim waist and long, pale legs stretching from her shorts were downright lethal.

And that round, perky peach of a butt—her curves were absolutely explosive.

What’s more, Iris’s facial features looked strikingly similar to mine.

"Hey Aiden, your daughter’s here?" My neighbor suddenly opened his door, took one look at Iris, and mistook her for my daughter too.

So it wasn’t just me seeing the resemblance.

I laughed it off awkwardly and quickly ushered Olivia and Iris inside.

After more than a decade apart, Olivia acted like she owned the place.

She complained about the heat and how sweaty she felt, then headed straight for the bathroom with Iris.

"Aiden, bring me a clean towel!" Olivia shouted after her shower.

I found a fresh towel and knocked hesitantly on the bathroom door.

I expected Olivia to open it just a crack to take the towel.

But instead, Iris swung the door wide open.

I stood there frozen, completely stunned.

"What are you staring at, you pervert!" Olivia snatched the towel from me and slammed the door shut.

But that image of the two drenched women was burned into my mind, lingering long after.

Olivia, of course, looked as if time had stood still—her fair, sexy figure even more alluring now.

Iris was like a freshly ripened peach—pink, tender, and juicy.

Those pale, full breasts swayed with her movement—at least a 36E, firm and perky.

They really did look like heavy peaches dangling from a branch, ready to drop.

After years alone, my body grew hot and restless.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

"Aiden, I need one more favor. Something urgent came up at work—I have to head back first thing tomorrow. Could you show Iris around this week and help her get to know the area?"

After her shower, Olivia sat beside me in a seductive nightgown as she spoke.

"Of course, leave it to me."