Day 1
It had been a long drive. We’d left the city nearly five hours ago, and while the scenery had been beautiful and the snacks had been great, I was so excited to check out the resort. It was hidden from civilization by thick forests, miles from any other businesses, homes, or even farms.
“I think this is the turn,” Uncle Ken said, pointing to the right, where an enormous wrought iron electric gate stood. He pulled in to the gate and saw a little key pad and speaker, so he rolled down his window and reached out to press the call button.
“Hello!” a cheery voice called out. “Can I help you?”
“Hello,” Uncle Ken responded. “Ken Thomas checking in.”
“Wonderful, welcome! Please follow the road to the resort.” There was a low buzz and the gate began to move.
“This place certainly takes security seriously,” Uncle Ken joked.
“Maybe it’s to keep bears out,” I said, giggling a little.
We followed the road for nearly five minutes before the trees began to thin out and we spotted the hotel looming ahead of us. Uncle Ken brought the car to a stop in front of the front door and a valet jogged over to the car, immediately opening the passenger door for me to step out.
“Welcome!” he cried. The valet looked about my age – 18 and fresh out of high school – with a wide smile. He eyed me up and down and I felt a blush bloom on my cheeks at the blatant appreciation. Then he shot a look at Uncle Ken over the top of the car and winked at him. “You two can head straight in to check-in to your home away from home for the next few days.”
“Thank you, we’re so excited!” I said, smiling at him.
Uncle Ken tossed the valet the car keys and started towards the trunk of the car to get their suitcases.
“Oh, no Mr. Thompson,” the valet said. “We’ll handle your bags and will have them waiting in your room.” He let himself into the car and drove it away, disappearing into the trees again.
“This place looks so beautiful,” I said, gazing up at the resort.
“I know,” he replied. “I didn’t do much research on it, but from the reviews I read, people love it here. You worked so hard to graduate with honours, you deserve a treat.” He smiled at me and I felt something warm bloom in my chest. I was so lucky to have an uncle as generous and kind as Ken. He had showed up at my graduation ceremony to cheer me on from the crowd and immediately after, surprised me with a trip to some “hidden gem” deep in the wilderness. I could not wait for three full days of swimming in the resort’s pool, eating great food, reading my book, and hanging out with Uncle Ken.
Uncle Ken nudged me out of my thoughts and said, “Let’s go check in.”
“Yes! Let’s go. I can’t wait to explore the resort. Can we go swimming once we’ve unpacked?”
“We can do whatever you want. I want you to have an amazing time.” He placed his hand in the middle of my back and began to guide me forward, through the automatic sliding glass doors and into the resort lobby.
The reception area was completely empty except for a single woman standing at a desk in the centre of a luxurious room, smiling widely at us as we approached. “Hello!” she exclaimed. “You must be Ken and Becca – welcome to our exclusive resort.” She winked at us and ran her eyes over both of our bodies. I almost laughed. We’d been here for less than five minutes and already we’d both been checked out by two people, it was extremely flattering.
“Hi,” Uncle Ken said, returning her smile easily. “We’re excited to be here.”
“I bet,” the concierge responded, shooting me another smile. “Before we get started, I’ll need you both to turn over your phones.”
“Our phones?” Uncle Ken asked.
“Yes sir. I’m sorry, but it’s policy that we don’t allow our guests to keep their phones for the duration of their stay. If you have a camera, you’ll have to hand that over as well.”
“Why?” I asked, curiously. This was such a beautiful resort, I couldn’t imagine not being able to take any photos of the property or the forests or the pool.
“It’s for the privacy of our guests,” the concierge explained. “It’s very important that everyone feel safe and confident that their confidentiality is being maintained.”
“Well, that makes sense,” Uncle Ken said, glancing at me. He pulled his cellphone from the front pocket of his jeans and placed it on the counter. I reached into my purse and withdrew mine as well, putting it down beside Uncle Ken’s. The concierge smiled wide. “Wonderful, thank you.” She turned her attention to the computer in front of her and pulled two hotel room keys from a drawer, sliding them across the counter. “Your room is on the sixth floor,” she said. “621. And you have a lovely view of the pool.”
“I’m sorry,” Uncle Ken said. “We should have two rooms.”
The concierge raised one eyebrow and glanced back down at the computer screen. “No sir, I’m sorry but I’m only seeing a single room on your reservation.”
“There must be a mistake.”
“Well unfortunately, we are fully booked at this time so it won’t be possible to book a second room. Will that be okay?”
Uncle Ken sighed, exasperated, and turned to me. “What do you think?”
I shrugged. “It’s okay with me, Uncle Ken.”
“Are you sure?”
“We’re already here,” I said. “And it was such a long drive. Besides, it’s only for a few days.”
Uncle Ken turned back to the concierge and said, “Okay, I guess that’s fine.”
The woman smiled. “You’ve made a great choice! All our guests love it here and I’m sure you’ll be no exception.” She winked again. “Keep an open mind and you’ll have an amazing time.”
I returned her smile and leaned into Uncle Ken a little bit. “Can’t wait!”
She placed a pamphlet on the counter face down next to our keys and said, “Have fun you two.” Uncle Ken snagged both from the counter, handed me the pamphlet without looking at it, and we turned to head towards the elevator bank.
“She was a bit odd, don’t you think?” Uncle Ken whispered to me.
“A little bit,” I whispered back. “But she seemed really nice too. I wonder what she meant about keeping an open mind.”
“Yeah, I have no idea,” he said. He pressed the call button for the elevator and the doors slid open immediately, allowing us to step inside. “I guess we’ll find out.” He smiled and glanced down at my hands. “She gave us a pamphlet too, right? How about we see what the resort has to offer.”
“Let’s see!” I turned the pamphlet over in my hands and my eyes scanned the front page, looking at a collage of pictures of the resort grounds and a large pool the wound along the entire back side of the property. “Oh wow, it’s so beautiful here.” I opened the flap of the pamphlet and an image of a naked man and a young woman stared back at me. “Oh my goodness,” I said, closing the page again quickly.
“What is it?” Uncle Ken asked, glancing down.
I handed him the paper wordlessly and watched him open it again. He gasped. “What?”
I snuck another glance at the pamphlet clenched in his hands and read the accompanying text. Welcome to our very exclusive family sex report! We know the naughty side of you will love it here. We promise complete discretion so go on – let your hair down and have the time of your lives.
There was a schedule on the next page that promoted the events taking place daily around the resort with names like Saturday Sibling Suckfest, Oral Cousins, and Family Fucking Friday.
When I looked back up at Uncle Ken, I saw that his face was white. “Oh god Becca,” he said quietly.
“Did you… did you know about this?” I asked.
“No!” he exclaimed. “I’d never have booked if I’d known. I’m so sorry. I— I can’t believe this.” He flipped through the pamphlet in shock and we both gazed down at pictures of couples in various states of undress and sexual activity.
“I guess this is why she told us to have an open mind,” I said quietly, somehow unable to tear my eyes away from the glossy pages.
“Yeah,” Uncle Ken agreed. He closed the thin booklet as the elevator came to a stop on our floor. We stepped out and stopped, staring at each other. “What do we do now?” he asked.
I thought about it for a long moment. While I was technically a virgin, I was no prude. Sex parties weren’t totally uncommon at my high school and I’d seen my fair share of public sex – this couldn’t be that different. Sure, it was weird that everyone here was apparently related and it had been… a surprise to find out what this place was, but it wasn’t like they had to participate. Eventually, I shrugged again. “It is only for a couple of days Uncle Ken. I think it’ll be fine.”
“Four days,” Uncle Ken pointed out. “Are you… are you sure?”
I nodded, forcing myself to look more confident than I felt. “I’m sure.”
“Becca… no one back home can find out about this – ever. Your aunt would kill me if she knew about… well… this.” He gestured at the pamphlet. “God,” he muttered. “I had no idea places like this even existed.”
“Definitely,” I agreed. “I promise 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 leaned over the railing a little further and gazed down at the pool deck below us. The water looked so inviting, winding almost as far as the eye could see, with pool cabanas and padded lounge chairs lined along the deck. The few employees that she could see appeared to be the only ones fully dressed, flitting between naked people in various positions, delivering drinks and foods and other items to couples and groups.
My eyes snagged on one couple in particular, on a lounge chair close to the water. The young woman was leaning back on the chair, wearing only bikini bottoms. Her legs were spread and there was an older man seated beside her, his right hand buried in her swim suit, obviously fingering her while his left hand slowly stroked his own hard cock.
“I cannot tell your Aunt Claire about this,” Uncle Ken said again. He was obviously trying to make it sound like a joke, but his face was still pale with red splotches on his cheeks. “It’s like our very own sex show,” he said as he gazed down, his eyes roaming the pool deck and the balconies near them.
“It really is,” I said. My eyes were still on the couple on the pool deck and I saw the moment the orgasm hit her, her mouth falling open and her body jerking underneath the man’s hand, but he didn’t let up, moving his hand faster, still fingering her hard as she came.
My breathing started to hitch and I felt my pussy flood, my vagina muscles fluttering, almost as if the man’s hand was on me, working me through an orgasm.
“How do people even get into this kind of relationship?” Uncle Ken asked, pulling me out of my trance. His breath sounded ragged too.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess… I mean you love your family a lot… maybe things just happen sometimes? But to make the decision to come here together? Wow.”
“Yeah,” Uncle Ken agreed. “And well… there’s no doubt everyone’s enjoying themselves, is there? It all seems very mutual and well… fun.”
“Yeah, it really does,” I said quietly. My eyes were still on that couple and I watched the man drop to his knees in front of the young woman, pulling her bikini bottoms down so she was completely naked and reclined on the lounger. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and ducked his head, burying his face in her pussy and I jerked back, looking over my shoulder to the hotel room and wondering if I could excuse myself to the bathroom without suspicion because I was suddenly certain that I was going to die if I didn’t get my hands on my clit right away.
I glanced at Uncle Ken again and saw that he was watching the same couple I’d been looking at. “Oh wow,” he breathed. “No doubt she’s enjoying that.”
My face flushed again. “It certainly looks like it.”
Uncle Ken looked at me and our eyes met. I wondered if he could tell how wet I was just from looking at me. His eyes dropped to my mouth and then, for a split second, to my chest, and my face got even hotter.
“We should unpack, I guess?” I suggested, trying to keep my 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 to him and read the note aloud, stuttering from embarrassment but determined to power through.
“I guess we shouldn’t be surprised,” Uncle Ken said, laughing a little.
“No, I guess not,” I agreed, giggling. I put it back in the drawer and turned to my suitcase again, grabbing another stack of clothes to put into the dresser. Uncle Ken turned away and worked on unpacking his own bag, slotting his clothes and shoes into the closet. They worked in silence until both suitcases were empty and tucked into the corner of the room.
“Still want to go swimming?” Uncle Ken asked, shattering the quiet in the room. “There’s going to be a lot of… explicit things happening there… but the pool is too beautiful to avoid I think.”
“Yes, I definitely want to go swimming!” I agreed. “It’s a big pool, I’m sure there’s somewhere we could go that was quiet.”
“Let’s get changed then,” he said.
I looked around the room. There wasn’t really anywhere to go where I could get changed in private. Uncle Ken seemed to come to that realization at the same time as me and laughed, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “I’ll face this way,” he said, pointing over his shoulder. “You face that way.”
I nodded. We turned away and I pulled my bathing suit out of the dresser, stepping out of my sundress, unhooking my bra, and pulling down my underwear before pulling on my royal blue bikini bottoms and tying my bikini top around my chest. Behind me, I heard Uncle Ken’s shorts hit the ground and before I could think about it, I glanced over my shoulder for a peek. His back was toned and muscular, dusted with fine hair, and my eyes strayed over the naked skin and down to his bare ass. It was tight and firm and I blushed hard, turning back around. I cleared my throat and said, “I’m done.”
There was a moment of silence and then Uncle Ken said, “Me too.”
We turned to face each other again and I let myself look at his chest. It was covered in slightly more hair, a treasure trail disappearing beneath his swim trunks, and it too was toned. Not muscular, but toned. I had the sudden urge to run my hands over it. I forced myself to look back at his face in time to catch his eyes roaming over my body too. The expression on his face was almost… hungry.
“You ready to go?” I asked. Uncle Ken looked visibly startled when he looked up at me. Guilty, even.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
***
Down on the pool deck, the sights and sounds and smells were overwhelming.
The elevator ride had been quiet and the lobby had been completely empty again, no one in sight except for a few employees manning the desks. It seemed like the lobby was off-limits for any of the taboo activities taking place elsewhere around the resort, I guessed so they didn’t scare off unsuspecting people like me and Uncle Ken. But the pool deck was a different story.
Everywhere I looked, people were sucking and fingering and fucking. My pussy was already wet again and I could see it becoming a permanent state over the next few days. A quick glance at Uncle Ken’s crotch confirmed that I wasn’t the only one – his swim trunks were tented and pulled tight over his erection. My mouth started watering and I made myself look away from him to scan the deck.
There was a pair of lounge chairs available about ten feet ahead of them, far enough away from any other guests that we wouldn’t have a front row seat to anything uncomfortable, and I made a beeline for them without checking in with Uncle Ken first. I could hear him follow me though and I threw our towels down to claim them.
“Perfect,” he said, his voice shaking a little.
I took my sunglasses off and dropped them on my chair. “I’m going to get in the water,” I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod and I slipped into the pool without looking at him again.
I paddled away from the wall and gave a wide berth to an older woman and a young man who were intertwined and standing in the middle of the pool. As I passed, I looked at them and saw that they were both naked, their bodies mostly covered by the water, and her legs were wrapped around his waist, his cock buried deep inside her pussy. They were both thrusting, uncoordinated, moaning and grunting. I slowed my strokes a little, entranced in their movements and heard her cry out again. “Please baby, come for Mommy. You can do it. Come inside Mommy.”
Holy shit.
I kept swimming.
There was a little alcove up ahead, sheltered by a wall of fake rocks, that was blissfully empty. To me, it seemed like the perfect place for people to fuck without being on display for everyone else on deck, but maybe being seen was the whole point? Maybe this was a place where people could be open and unashamed and live their dream lives in public.
I swam into the alcove and shoved my hand in my bikini bottoms, my fingers finding my pussy for the second time in twenty minutes. I closed my eyes and replayed all the things I’d seen and overheard at the resort so far. The girl behind the closed door shouting for her dad to fuck her, the old man eating a girl out on the pool deck, the mother begging her son to come in her pussy. I reached up and twisted my nipple as I shoved a second finger inside me and came hard, seeing stars beneath my eyelids.
“Such a shame.”
My eyes flew open at the sound of a voice and I saw the women who’d been fucking her son standing in front of me. She was smiling at me, her blonde hair now piled in a bun on the top of her head, her full breasts floating on the surface of the water.
“Um… what’s a shame?” I asked.
“A pretty girl like you hiding out here and giving yourself an orgasm,” she said. She slipped closer, entering the alcove. “Who did you come here with?”
“To the resort?” I asked nervously. The woman nodded. “Oh. My uncle.”
The woman’s eyes softened and she kept smiling. “Ah, I get the feeling you didn’t know what you were getting into with this place.”
Despite my discomfort, I laughed. “That’s an understatement. It was definitely a surprise.”
“Was it a surprise for your uncle too?”
I nodded. “Yeah, he had no idea.”
She seemed skeptical of that, but nodded. “I’m Danielle,” she said, extending her hand. I reached out and shook it quickly. “Becca.”
“Nice to meet you Becca.”
“You too,” I said. There were a million questions I wanted to ask her but the first one that popped into my brain was, “Have you been here before?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “My son and I have been coming here once a year for the last five years.”
“Wow,” I breathed.
“It’s so freeing,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve noticed. People can just let loose and enjoy themselves. Indulge in their most carnal desires away from judgment and societal norms.”
Danielle was gorgeous and so smart and the way she was smiling at me was so kind. I was hanging on to her every word. I wanted to reach out and touch her.
As though she could sense my thoughts, she came closer. When she spoke again, her voice was hushed. “You seem like someone who could benefit from a few days of complete disinhibition.” I blushed. “Tell me Becca, do you have a boyfriend?”
I nodded.
“Is he someone you feel like you can unleash your true self with?”
I thought about it for a moment and shook my head. Luke was fine. We cared about each other and he’d gotten good at fingering me to orgasm quickly. Hell, I’d learned how to give a blowjob with him. But he was… boring.
“Maybe you could look at your time here as an educational experience. Let yourself look and watch everything,” Danielle suggested. She winked at me. “I saw you looking at me and my son as you swam past. You would have been more than welcome to stop and watch and touch yourself.”
I bit my lower lip and chewed on it, feeling the heat flare in my pussy again as Danielle kept talking.
“Swapping is encouraged here too, as long as all parties are consenting and present during the activity,” she said. “If you’re not comfortable exploring with your uncle yet, the two of you could find another couple to engage with.”
“That’s an option?” I asked, my voice a little breathless.
“Definitely,” she said immediately. Danielle smiled a little wider. “Trust me, by the end of the day, you’ll see just how much you can do here.” Her eyes trailed over my body as she ran her hands over her breasts, pinching her own nipples lightly. “I hope to see you again during your stay Becca.”
“I do too,” I said. “Thank you Danielle.”
She smiled at me one last time and slipped back out of the alcove, presumably to rejoin her son while I swam after her and returned to the lounge chair beside Uncle Ken.
“So, what did you get up to?” he asked me.
“I met a woman,” I said. “She told me a little bit about this place.” He tilted his head and listened as I explained what I learned from Danielle, about how she and her son kept returning to this place, about swapping. A blush bloomed on my cheeks.
“Is that… is that something you’d be 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 and I followed her gaze over to Craig, who was reclined back on the bed, watching us closely, his erection obvious in his swim trunks as his hand lazily brushed it through the fabric. He nodded and smiled at us. “We will.”
Nora grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into her, kissing me hard, her tongue licking into my mouth, before she released me and crawled over my lap to reach for Uncle Ken.
I scooted closer to Craig to make room and Uncle Ken sat down on the edge of the bed beside Nora. She leaned into him and started whispering in his ear, so softly I couldn’t hear what she was saying.
“How old are you, beautiful?” Craig asked. I blinked and refocused on him. He was definitely good looking. A little bit of a pudgy stomach, but so handsome.
“I’m 18,” I said.
He groaned and gripped his cock through the fabric of his swim trunks. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
“How old are you?” I asked shyly.
“Let’s just say you could multiply your age by 3 and be a few years off.”
I felt a shiver rip through my body and knew Craig saw it. “You like that? Like me being so much older than you?” He leaned in and his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I could be your father.” I shivered again and his hand landed on my thigh. It was warm and huge and my pussy was already soaking wet. I glanced back at Nora and Uncle Ken and saw that his head was thrown back, eyes closed, and she was bent sideways, her head buried in his lap. I didn’t have a good view, but I heard slurping and Uncle Ken moaning and knew exactly what was happening.
Again, Craig dragged my attention back to him. “I want to bury my tongue in your young pussy, Becca. Does that sound good to you?”
I nodded frantically and Craig sprung into action, tearing my bikini bottoms down my legs and pushing me to lay back on the bed. Craig flipped onto his stomach and rested between my legs. I squirmed a little, not used to the feeling of someone looking at me there and when he put his hands on my inner thighs, fingers sliding up to my pussy, I jumped. His fingertips brushed my labia and pulled them apart so he could get a good look at my bare pussy.
He blew air lightly across my exposed slit and I cried out.
Then he ducked his head and licked the length of me and my hand flew out to grip his hair and hold him there. He laughed, his breath puffing hot over my pussy. “Anyone ever done this to you before sweetheart?”
I shook my head and Craig laughed again. “Oh this is going to be fun.”
He dropped his face back down and started licking me in earnest. I could hear my breath coming short and quick and I knew I had to have been pulling on Craig’s hair harder than was comfortable, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want this to ever stop.
Craig latched onto my clit and sucked hard, making me arch off the bed like I’d been electrocuted. With his strong hands, he held my hips down and fucked his tongue in deeper. Then, with one hand spread over my lower stomach, he brought his other hand down and ran a finger over my slit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Such a good girl.” I whined, the sound trapped in my throat and looked down at Craig to see him smile. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
He sucked on my clit again, shoving a single thick finger inside me and I came instantly, crying out and turning my face to bury it in the mattress. When I came down from my orgasm, I reached for Craig. “I want to… can I?”
“Of course,” he said soothingly. “Whatever you want angel.”
Craig pulled himself back up and slipped his swim trunks off, careful over his erection. As soon as his cock was free, bobbing up towards his stomach, I dove forward, taking the head of his cock in my mouth. He groaned and reached to gather my hair in his fist so it wouldn’t fall in my face. It was an unexpectedly sweet gesture, something Luke never thought to do, and I took him down as far as I could, feeling my throat close a little around his length.
I sucked and swirled my tongue around the head, pressing it into the thick vein, taking him down until I gagged a little.
Above her, I heard Craig say, “I’m going to come,” but instead of pulling off, I forced myself further onto his cock and swallowed around it. Instantly, he exploded, ropes of come hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed once and then pulled off, taking the next spurt to the face, my eyes closed and tongue out to catch it, my hand working him through it, milking all the come from his body.
Craig swore and pulled me up for a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue and knew he was tasting his own come in my mouth.
When we finally separated, Nora and Uncle Ken were both staring at them.
“That was so hot,” Nora said, and I saw that her hand was buried in her cunt.
Uncle Ken was staring incredulously at the come on my face and on my chest and his cock was already half hard again, still trapped in his swim trunks.
I blushed furiously. I couldn’t believe that had just happened, that I’d done that. I reached over to grab by bottoms and slid them back on, not looking at anyone.
I moved to stand and Nora reached out to grab my hand, squeezing it tightly. “Please find us at dinner,” she pleaded. “We’d love to see more of you both this weekend.”
I nodded, but found that I couldn’t speak.
Uncle Ken stood up too and followed me as I started to move away from the Cabana in the direction of our lounge chairs. I glanced over my shoulder again and saw Nora take Craig’s cock in her hand, hearing her mutter “That was so fucking hot daddy. I loved watching her blow you. Need to fuck you now.”
My cheeks were on fire and neither me or Uncle Ken spoke until we got back to our chairs. He turned to me and asked awkwardly, “Was that… did you… are you okay?”
“I’m great,” I said truthfully. “That was fun.”
Uncle Ken laughed, “Yeah it was. I wonder what’ll happen at dinner.”
I couldn’t wait.