Disclaimer: The following story is an entirely fictional work based on fictional characters for adult entertainment. It includes details of no real people or events.
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Wet sand seeped between their toes as they walked along the hot beach. This "wondrous" vacation had been Grandma Edna's dream since last fall, but it had taken some major convincing for it to come to fruition. After all, she wanted as many family members as she could to pack up and drive down to Destin. She practically wanted a family reunion to take place, but she had to settle for whoever decided to show up. That's where Jennifer came into play.
Jennifer was a freshman in college, whose summer was growing excruciatingly dull and boring. She was only going to be home for a whopping two months, so the idea of a summer job was null and void. Why should she have to work, when her student loans would cover all her expenses and then some? The summer days were crawling by, so when Grandma Edna suggested a trip to Destin, Jennifer packed her bags and they hit the road.
The trip was a long one and Jennifer slept a good deal of the way. Occasionally, her grandmother would prattle on about something in the news or a relative she was disappointed in; nothing important or very interesting. However, the one small bit of chatter that sparked a little intrigue was the sad case of Uncle Jerry. Several years ago, his wife had passed and Grandmother Edna was distraught that Jerry had turned to alcohol and whores as a means of escape. She wished that he would stop his vices and provide a positive role model for his two boys, but they were already starting to exhibit some of the same perverted behaviors as their father. She was unsure if he was going to join them in Destin.
The campsite that Grandmother Edna had picked out was not bustling with people, but it was annoyingly crowded. The two ladies marched across the sand, Grandmother Edna actively scouting out the perfect place for them to set up camp. It couldn't be too close to the ocean or they would run the risk of the tide dragging their tent out to sea. They also didn't want it too close to the road, afraid that a car may come over the embankment and run them over in the middle of the night. Unsure of where to unload, Jennifer took matters into her own hands and chose a plot at the base of a sand dune. It was a little close to the ocean, but they would have to take their chances.
It took roughly half an hour to pitch the tent and get everything out of the car. Jennifer did most of the work, her grandmother resting in a cozy camp chair. She wasn't too weak to help, but liked to watch her spoiled granddaughter do a little work every once in awhile. After everything was where it needed to be in the tent, Grandmother Edna laid out an itinerary for the rest of the afternoon-- none of which sounded appealing to Jennifer. Fishing all afternoon was not Jennifer's favorite thing to do in the world, since it would involve putting her well manicured hands around the slimy gills of a cod. However, the sun was shining bright and Jennifer wasn't necessarily put off by the idea of just laying out under the sun while her grandmother fished.
Jennifer knelt inside the tent and zipped up the flap. She burrowed through her luggage, searching for the little white two-piece she planned to wear while sunbathing. It covered her 36C breasts very well and looked good on her. After getting dressed and rounding up all the fishing equipment, Jennifer and her grandmother made their way to the beach.
The hot sun bathed her tan skin, warming her shapely body. She had been laying there for hours, watching her grandmother skulk at the fish. It came as a bit of a surprise, when she heard the familiar voice of her uncle break the soothing sound of the waves.
"How are you?" Grandmother Edna asked, unable to look away from her line.
"I'm doing alright," Uncle Jerry answered. "And who do we have here?"
"That's Jennifer," Grandmother replied. "She's too good to fish."
Blatantly staring at Jennifer's breasts, Jerry took a pause before responding. "How old are you now?"
Jennifer looked over her sunglasses at her uncle. He was a big man, with barely a hair on his head. He was overweight and physically unattractive. Jennifer answered his question with her middle finger.
Uncle Jerry and Grandmother had a few rounds of small talk. Neither of them caught a thing, but continued to watch the water. During the afternoon, the beach grew packed and annoying. Thankfully, an offer was made that caught Jennifer's attention.
"We're going to take a drive down the strip," Jerry said with a smile. "Would you be interested in joining us?"
Jennifer took a moment to consider the offer. While her uncle was a pervert, she wouldn't mind getting away from Grandmother Edna for a few hours. After all, the beach was crowded and Jennifer was getting tired of accidentally being stepped on by little kids and having runaway Frisbees landing on her towel.
"I'll go," she groaned in response, dusting sand from her hands and knees. Uncle Jerry ogled every movement she made, admiring her slender frame as she glided her jeans over her smooth legs. Jennifer knew he was watching her dress, but didn't want to call him on it—after all, he was going to take her away from this hell. Jennifer pulled a white tank top over her head, retrieved her beach towel, and made her way toward Uncle Jerry's van. Grandmother Edna shook her head, keeping her eyes pinned to the bobber floating gently in the green water. Jennifer knew she didn't approve, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to have a good time.
Uncle Jerry started the rusty van, the vibration from the engine making Jennifer feel slightly uncomfortable. It slowly clunked away from the camp site, then onto the short strip of tourist traps and souvenir shops.
"So how's college?" Jerry asked, glancing toward his niece. The cool air from the AC was chilling her sun drenched skin.
"It's fine," she answered sharply. Jennifer did not want to spark much of a conversation with Uncle Jerry, knowing it would always lead to him saying something perverted or inappropriate.
"I never went to college. Didn't see a need for it," he retorted. "Only reason to go there was to get laid and drink free booze."
Jennifer nodded, ignoring her Uncle's misguided views of college. While there was a lot of sex and drinking going on at her school, Jennifer had tried her best to stay away from it. There were a few nights where she let herself go, but it was not something she made a habit of.
"Dad, where are we going?" Billy piped in from the backseat. Billy was Jennifer's twenty year old cousin, who was jobless and still living at home with his father. Kenny, her other cousin, was eighteen and worked in a mill. Both were dumb as dirt.
