Monica and Lycka, the inseparable cousins, were in heaven. They had persevered through the long days and nights of schoolwork and homework, the lessons and practice drills that made up the Total Woman Academy's unique educational curriculum.
They were shining examples of beauty and intelligence, two of the scholastic mainstays. Poise, the third leg, had been both their challenge and rapture, an overarching skill set that made the first two characteristics such a boon to the lives of previous alumni. The facility's staff coach tutors had performed the final evaluation assessments, a grueling test of the coeds' abilities, and had agreed to recommend them for graduation. There was just one more step to satisfy the core curriculum.
At long last, it was time for Father Daughter Weekend, the capstone event that concluded the senior level requirements. It inducted them into paternal incest, a ritual each candidate alumnus must accomplish to complete her poise agenda.
Their parents, Frederick and Anton, father and uncle to them, would arrive shortly. The girls had prepared for their fathers' arrival for days, decorating the special guest coach tutor suites to the specifications each had gleaned from several earlier trysts with the respective uncles and shared with their cousin. Other coeds, who had been fucked by the family adult males, added their opinions.
It was a surprise then when they were informed by the Housemother of a slight change in plans. She told them to pack travel luggage with appropriate items for a weekend trip to the Caribbean with their scheduled family males.
When Anton and Frederick had received their summons to the TWA campus, Anton had responded with an alternate suggestion of Father Daughter Weekend venue. An auxiliary pledge contribution had sealed the deal.
The stretch limousine pulled up to the campus main building and Monica and Lycka had climbed aboard into the company of their attending fathers. The chauffer loaded the luggage in the trunk and the duo pairs of fathers and daughters were whisked to the local executive airport for their trek to island adventure.
The car and jet were cozy and the family group cheered the girls' accomplishments. Lycka was drawn to sit with her Uncle Anton and Monica kept company with Uncle Frederick throughout the journey. The flight was short and the ambiance was chaste, a renewed closeness that invigorated their moods with kissing, petting, gentle fondling. The waiting accommodations were more suited to the expected lascivious escapades and the couples detained their eagerness.
The pairs remained as uncle-niece couples through the hotel resort check-ins. Finally alone together, Lycka calmed her Uncle Anton's eagerness with a welcoming blowjob, tasting again the elixir from his loins. She suspected Monica was performing similar healthy habits on Lycka's father. It helped to settle the twosomes into elevated but manageable sexual urges.
They dressed for the opening dinner, a gala event attended by all of the resort guests in its grand dining room. The uncles wore casual slacks and shirts; their attending nieces were dressed to the nines in revealing cocktail dresses that gained lots of attention from the other men seated about the large room. Their fine dining extended well into the evening and, as the dining room's occupants dwindled away, the uncle-niece couples were finally ready and retired to their rooms.
Frederick was a gentleman to his niece, helping Monica remove her dress. She was braless and he remembered her beautiful breasts from previous encounters. They were just as wonderful now as then, maybe even more so.
The thong panties came off easily. Monica reflected his graces and took pride in exposing her uncle's body, cradling his manhood, the current object of her worship. They fell softly into bed, cuddled and caressed, shifting into a comfortable snuggle. Their lips danced smooches on faces, necks and nipples. They slithered together, his dick sliding into her vaginal receptacle. Frederick's series of long, slow thrusts caused both to revel in their aroused states. They rubbed against each other, Monica's tits squashed and rolled, trapped between their gyrating bodies. His ejaculation was a series of moderate pulses, the sperm becoming a free flowing torrent after the foreplay buildup over dinner.
He lay atop her, resting, refracting, and hoping to try again soon. Monica lay content beneath him, flooded inside, reminiscing over past encounters with this man who had been a key player in her poise learning and exercise. She hugged his shoulders and rubbed his back, until he was ready again... and again... and again.
The morning schedule was brunch at the topless pool lounging deck. At times, frisky guests would sneak off to hidden nooks and trellis coves. They would emerge later with smirks and sheepish grins.
The uncles split their time between sunny lounges and shady café tables, snacking and drinking in the openly playful atmosphere. They spent a lot of time surveying the crowd, quiet comments and quips regarding the many sunbathing young ladies in attendance. The topless cousins jumped in and out of the pool, gathering gazes and stares from the other male guests.
Late in the afternoon, the uncles took their nieces back to their rooms, an interlude for a quickie and shared shower. The evening's schedule was undisclosed to the nieces but the uncles furnished them with risqué club wear that was even more revealing than last night's cocktail dresses. The girls simply went along with the unknown agenda, acceding to the fact that the uncles were catering to their own desires and fetishes. They trusted that the men would keep their daughters safe and sound throughout whatever was in the offing. They watched out the limousine windows as it wound its way through the island streets and arrived at a seaside villa.
There was no signage but two huge bouncers checked their clipboards for names before allowing the gentleman and their ladies to pass inside the mansion. Once inside the vestibule, the uncles briefed their charges on the evening's rules and roles.
This was an exclusive gentleman's club dedicated to group sex and mate swapping. Each attending male was required to bring at least one willing female partner to share; the uncles had no qualms about using their nieces as their willing females. The cousins heard the news, looked at each other, shrugged 'okay' and gave no objection.
They entered through the first door, into a ballroom with a dance floor. Other scantily clad young women were already bee-bopping to a peppy disco beat. Most of the men were loitering around the perimeter, watching and waiting. A few intermingled and danced with the collective of 'willing female partners'. The uncles pushed their girls forward to join the throng.
The nieces took up the same flirty dancing, attracting male attention. The uncles lackadaisically watched over the dancers, catching some of the friskier gents patting a bouncy butt or impulsively grabbing a boob, but without any purposeful fondling or harm.
And then, the mirror ball strobes went dark, the music became slower and seductive. The house lights took on a reddish hue. It seemed to signal a change in tactics. The circumferential observing males entered the close gathering and paid closer attention to individual females they had picked out as especially attractive. They showed some control, an unhurried pace, as they took turns seductively baring a piece of feminine flesh, one exposure at a time.
The uncles did their part on other dancers, an unspoken tenet that only strangers could semi-strip strangers during this phase. It was an incomplete job, purposefully stopping with partial undress, the semi-bare look adding coy attraction to the next phase: selecting a swap-mate.
