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

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

... voice steady.

“Yeah, good idea.”

“I’m just going to… use the bathroom first,” I said awkwardly, as we re-entered the room. Uncle Ken nodded and I darted into the bathroom, locking myself in the small room with the toilet.

Immediately, I hiked my dress up, pulled my panties down around my ankles, and buried two fingers in my cunt. Raising my other hand to my mouth, I bit into my palm to stop myself from moaning and thrust my fingers in deeper, fucking myself hard. It took less than a minute before I felt my pussy contract and squeeze my fingers, my orgasm ripping through me. My legs almost gave out with the force of it and I braced myself on the wall.

When I came down from it, I sucked my fingers into my mouth and licked my fluids off them before pulling my panties back up, smoothing out the skirt of my dress and flushing the toilet to make it seem like I really had just been peeing.

I opened the door again and went to one of the sinks to wash my hands. Looking into the mirror, I took in the flush on my cheeks and the way my lower lip was swollen from where I’d been biting into it when I came. Would Uncle Ken take one look at me and know exactly what I’d been doing in here? I dried my hands and stood up straight, still looking at my reflection.

My dark, curly brown hair was falling in waves around my shoulder and my wide dark brown eyes were staring back at me, roaming all over my face. The sundress I’d picked to wear today - blue with a pattern of small ...

... white and yellow daisies - hugged my curvy frame and highlighted my DD cleavage nicely. I looked pretty.

With one last glance in the mirror, I left the bathroom and walked back out into the room. Uncle Ken’s back was to me and he was standing completely still, facing the balcony.

“Uncle Ken?” I asked. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice strangled. “Yeah I’m fine.”

I heard the faint sound of a zipper being zipped before Uncle Ken turned back around to face me. His face was flushed too and he had a wad of Kleenex in his hand, which he dropped into the wastebasket beside the dresser. My stomach clenched as I realized exactly what he’d been doing when I was in the bathroom. Clearly, the live sex show we’d seen had affected both of us.

I bent to unzip my suitcase. “Do you mind if I take the dresser?”

“Not at all,” he said.

I nodded and pulled a stack of underwear out of the bag before I realized what I was doing and opened the top drawer of the dresser to place them inside. There was a small silk bag in the drawer with a folded piece of stationery resting on top of it that said Complimentary. Curiosity got the best of me and I pulled them both out, opening the note. It read: You may not need this, but in case you want to incorporate a toy into your fun, please enjoy this complimentary vibrator. I opened the drawstring bag and slipped out the bullet vibrator, staring down at the small toy in my hand.

“What is it?” Uncle Ken asked.

I held the vibrator out ...