Becca & Uncle Ken go to a resort (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

Becca & Uncle Ken go to a resort (Chapter 1)

... interested in?” Uncle Ken asked. He looked away from me, across the pool, and scratched absent-mindedly at his knee. “Finding a couple to, uh, swap with? A kind of… ‘when in Rome’ thing?”

I smiled. “‘When in Rome’?”

“Yeah,” he laughed nervously and looked at me again. “Y’know, do as the Romans do.”

“I mean, we’re already keeping the trip a secret from everyone at home, right? Aunt Claire, Luke, my parents. So why not try it?”

It didn’t take us long to find a couple that we both liked the look of. We were standing at the poolside bar, sipping on mojitos, our eyes roaming the crowd, when an older man standing next to Uncle Ken pushed his sunglasses up on his head and said, “Hi.”

He was handsome, with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and a nice smile, and looked to be several years older than Uncle Ken. 55, maybe 60. I felt a flutter in my stomach as I watched him, even though he hadn’t looked at me yet. He stuck his hand out to Uncle Ken and introduced himself as Craig. Craig shifted and tapped on the shoulder of the woman on his right. A beautiful woman with red curly hair turned and plastered herself to Craig’s side, wedged under his arm. “This is Nora,” Craig said. “My daughter.”

“Hi Nora,” Uncle Ken said. From where I was standing, I could see his eyes on her full breasts, barely covered by a triangular bikini top. “This is my niece, Becca.”

Finally, Craig looked at me, his eyes traveling from my eyes to my lips to my breasts, down the plane of my ...

... stomach to my crotch and I felt warm everywhere he looked. “Hi Becca,” he said, his voice deep and rumbling. “You’re lovely.”

I blushed furiously. “Thank you.”

Craig and Nora exchanged a quick look and a smile, then they both turned back to face them. “First time here?” Craig asked.

“Everyone keeps asking us that,” Uncle Ken said with a chuckle. “Is it that obvious?”

“Kind of,” Nora said, but her face was kind.

All four of us laughed and we started talking, making small talk about the bar, our drinks, the fluffy towels available on the pool deck, the menu for dinner at the resort restaurant, until Nora interrupted her dad and asked us if we’d like to join them at their Cabana by the pool.

We followed them over to a canopy, where a large white bed took up the whole space. I watched as Nora unhooked the curtains and allowed them to fall into place, shrouding the bed from the rest of the pool deck, open only on one side, facing the wall of trees from the forest.

Immediately, Nora climbed up on the bed and undid her bikini top, throwing it to the side as Craig got on too.

Nora patted the mattress beside her until I followed suit. When I was seated next to her, Nora ran a hand along my jaw, down my arm, across my bare stomach. “You’re so pretty,” she whispered. “You’re a little nervous though, huh?”

I nodded.

“Don’t be nervous,” she said, leaning in closer to my face. “We’ll give you both a warm welcome to the resort. Won’t we daddy?” She pulled back ...