This is the first part of a multipart story I wrote in payment for a bet I lost to a chat friend who was the inspiration for it. Each part is not long as I was emailing about one a day. This is my first time submitting a story and I hope you enjoy it. I would love any feedback you provide to me. I will submit another part soon. All characters are over 18.
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I stood next to the limo unsure about what was ahead of me. All I was told was that I am going to be taking young Miss Aubry to the family's beach house. I know I will be gone for the week, but was told not to pack anything and the luggage was already in the trunk of the dark black car. Miss Aubry had just celebrated her 18th birthday this week. She has become such a beautiful and sexy lady.
I smile when I see you walk out of the large home with a glowing smile and looking so cute in the little sundress you received for your birthday. I open the rear door to the limo and enjoy your warm smile, I love every time I see it.
"Hello Miss Aubry. You're looking beautiful as always."
"Thank you Uncle Ron." I love whenever I hear you call me Uncle though I've been hired by your family for many years. "I'm looking forward to this vacation at the beach house to celebrate my 18th birthday. Thank you for driving me there."
I watch as you climbs into the seat, the little dress sliding high on your silky young legs. I smile at you before closing the door and walk to the driver's door. I take a quick glance in the rear view mirror to see how beautiful you look. I love watching you whenever I get the opportunity to be your chauffeur.
"Once we get out of the driveway, please pull over as soon as possible."
"Yes Miss Aubry" After pulling onto the street, I pull over a couple of blocks after leaving the driveway and look back to see you quickly exit the limo, your little sundress flying around you as you quickly go to the front door and climb in next to me. I look over at you and see your enticingly sweet smile.
"I wanted to be up here with you for this trip, Uncle Ron. I don't want you to be just my chauffeur this week, but want you to be my Uncle."
You lean towards me and kiss me gently on the cheek before reaching for the seat belt. I blush a little as I see your thin little dress lift a little when you stretch to pull the seat belt across you. I can tell that you aren't wearing a bra as the top of your dress struggles to hide your firm young tits.
"I love having you in the front with me. I enjoy seeing you in my rear view mirror when I am able to be your chauffeur, but I enjoy this so much more."
The drive to the beach house is about 2 hours but it goes quickly as you tell me lots of stories about how much you enjoyed your recent birthday party, how excited you were to be 18 and to have this week to celebrate it.
I pull into the drive in front of the beach house and look to see other family employees come out to greet both of, taking our luggage inside. Not used to being one of the served but one that's serving, I'm not sure how to handle it. You can see the bewilderment in my look as you turn and give me another of your amazing smiles.
"I told you I want you to be my Uncle this week. You have been very special to me my entire life. I want this to be a week to show you how much I appreciate you and all you do for me. I wouldn't want to spend this week celebrating turning 18 with anyone but you."
As others continue to take care of things that are normally up to me, I come around to you and give you a warm hug.
"Miss Aubry..." You reach up to put a finger on my mouth to quiet me. "Not Miss Aubry this week, just Aubry."
"Okay, Aubry. It's always been such a joy to do things for you. I love being able to spend time with you. I know this week will be quite special." I lean to kiss you gently on the forehead, something I've wanted to do many times, but finally feel enough boldness to do it.
I feel your hand reach for mine, entangling your fingers between mine as we walk to the doors of the beach house. I look next to me, amazed at how much you've grown from the little girl I watched running to get into the limo when I would be there to pick you up. You are looking so very beautiful and I try not to think about what this week will be, but wanting to just enjoy it. We walk into the front doors to a greeting from staff that are normally my coworkers. I try to ask what I should expect for this week and they either avoid my question or just tell me it will be special.
As those coworkers exit to other parts of the beach house, I look toward you and see you hold out your arms as you spin around. "I love this place! I would live here all the time if I could, especially if I could swim everyday. We will be doing a fair bit of that this week." I'm smiling as I hear the excitement in your voice.