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

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

... not to tell anyone. Can you imagine what Mom and Dad would say? Or Luke?” My parents would fly off the handle if they knew about half of the things I’d gotten up to during high school, let alone going to an incestuous (and from the looks of it, nudist) sex resort with my uncle. My boyfriend Luke would completely freak out too. He had a tendency to be possessive. “I had no idea places like this existed either,” I said. “I guess there’s enough demand for it?”

“She did say they were fully booked,” Uncle Ken said slowly. “And this is a pretty big place.” Finally, he started walking down the hallway in search of our room. I followed him and whispered, “Do you really think everyone here is related?”

“I don’t know,” Uncle Ken whispered back. We fell silent as we walked down the hallway and suddenly the sounds of moans were audible through a door ahead of us. Muffled shouts filtered out into the hallway. “Oh fuck Daddy. Right there, fuck me. Please Daddy.”

I froze in place and turned to share at the door in shock. “Oh my goodness.”

“Wow,” Uncle Ken breathed beside me.

I forced myself to snap out of it when another “Fuck me Daddy!” echoed from behind the door. “Come on,” I said. “We should check out our room.”

Uncle Ken coughed awkwardly. “Uh, yes. Which door is ours?”

I pointed to the left. “621 - right here.”

Uncle Ken pulled one of the keys out of his pocket and held it in front of the sensor on the door until the light turned green and we were able to ...

... walk in.

The room was incredible. Luxurious. There was a big plush-looking King bed with half a dozen pillows piled on it, a 50” TV mounted to the wall across from the bed, an enormous bathroom with a rainfall shower and doublewide bathtub and a small room for the toilet, which made more sense when I realized that there was only a big glass wall separating the bathroom from the rest of the room. Across the way, there was a sliding glass door leading to a balcony that overlooked the resort’s pool.

“This is gorgeous,” I breathed. We walked further into the room and I saw our suitcases already waiting for us as promised, laying at the foot of the bed.

Uncle Ken walked past me to the balcony and opened the door so he could step outside. I followed him and was immediately greeted by more moans. I glanced at Uncle Ken and followed his gaze to a balcony a few floors below us where a man and woman in their thirties were having sex against the glass railing. “Oh wow,” I said. It felt like one of the only things I was capable of saying now. Involuntarily, I found myself trying to figure out how they might be related - brother and sister maybe? Or cousins? I felt myself start to blush again.

“I guess we’re going to have to get used to hearing and seeing these things this week,” Uncle Ken said with a smirk.

“I guess so,” I agreed with a nervous giggle. “Gosh, it’s even worse than my high school’s parties.”

“Of course it is. Everyone’s apparently related,” he said.

I ...