I enjoyed reading "Jennifer's Vacation," by Kmaf, and decided to put my own spin on his story.
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Part 1
Vacation
Vacation had finally kicked off and Jennifer's family had decided to go to sunny South Florida for a week with her uncle, his wife and their kids. They all decided to stay at a hotel near the beach near a strip crowded with stores and restaurants.
The whole family arrived at the hotel early on a sunny afternoon.
Jennifer was a young, cheerful young woman. She'd just turned 18 the week before. Her long blonde hair hung like a heavy golden curtain down to her slim waist and her bright eyes, as blue and vibrant as sapphires, sparkled with intelligence. Her tight, toned body was truly amazing. She had long golden legs and preferred snug tank tops that exposed her flat belly and tiny waist. Her incredible beauty, bubbly vivacious and humble personality, naivety, unconscious grace, stylish taste, and the fact that she was completely unaware of any of it drew people to her like moths to a flame.
She was very self-conscious of her body lately. She thought she was growing fat ever since her clothes started to fit too tight. She realized that when she started taking birth control pills a few months before, a necessity once things got serious with her boyfriend, her body had changed. Her perky breasts grew several cups and her hips widened, deepening her womanly curves.
Her Uncle Jimmy noticed the changes to her body immediately. He'd had the hots for his lovely niece for years... ever since she'd gone through puberty. Since then, he was always 'accidentally' touching her when walking by or hugging her a little too long and too tight. He always had a weird longing expression on his face when he looked at her. He gave her the creeps every time he visited, especially when she caught him trying to sneak a look down her shirt when she bent over, or "accidentally" rubbed his crotch against her butt when he thought nobody would notice.
In the past -- because of her youthful naivety - she never understood why he did what he did, but came to realize just how creepy and perverted he was as she grew older. Still, when he was around she never passed up an opportunity to tease him, to cruelly make him think he was about to see her bare charms only to snatch the opportunity away and dance off laughing. She secretly rejected the tingle and fluttery butterflies in the stomach she got when she caught him leering at her or when he "accidentally" touched her.
Jimmy was a typical perv. He was a short, overweight man with greasy, gray hair, carelessly combed over his bald head. He was an old man. At 69, a man his age should not stare at any teenage girl, let alone fixate on his own niece. Though Jennifer thought his inappropriate behavior towards her was obvious, somehow her parents and the rest of her family didn't have a clue about Uncle Jimmy's perverted tendencies. She never hid that fact that she thought he was absolutely disgusting, though for some reason she seemed to spend a lot of time with him when he was around, which is why her family was oblivious to his inappropriate behavior.
Her Aunt Linda was a great beauty just like her mother, a truly attractive woman. She was taller than Uncle Jimmy by about six inches, graceful and, most incredible to Jennifer, she was more than 30 years younger. They both referred to their courtship as a "whirlwind romance." They'd met 12 years before at her Uncle Jimmy's car dealership where she'd worked as his receptionist. They married a year later and had two children, a 10-year-old boy and an 8-year-old girl, her cousins. Jennifer couldn't understand and often wondered why her pretty Aunt Linda would marry such a disgusting and perverted old man. It was beyond reason.
Whirlwind romance my ass, she thought to herself.
When both families arrived at the hotel, Jimmy was blown away by his niece's incredible beauty. In the four months since he'd seen her she had become even more strikingly beautiful. He quickly realized her breasts had grown several cup sizes and now she carried herself with mature confidence and grace. He could tell she'd already worked on her tan because her skin was a beautiful golden color all over. When he knew only she was looking, he'd adjust himself and smile wickedly at her as she rolled her eyes and turned away with a huff.
"Hey Jennifer!" her uncle greeted her loudly, his eyes devouring her beauty behind his reflective sunglasses. He's the only one in her family who called her Jennifer, everyone else either called her Jenny or Jen.
He walked straight to her and hugged her tightly, running his large, callused hands down her lean back. He enjoyed the feel of her silky-soft skin and her slim fit body pressed tightly against his. She felt his clammy, sweat-soaked shirt and smelled the stale sweat coming off him like a noxious cloud. She gasped and forced herself to breathe through her mouth.
"Hey, Uncle Jimmy," she said gasped reluctantly, hugging him back briefly then tried to squirm out of his embrace, though she didn't try too hard. She was half-a-head taller than him, and she could feel his hot foul breath on her neck, chest and the top of her breasts. A jumble of emotions made her body quiver in his arms... disgust, confusion, embarrassment, impatience and others even more confusing.
"Well look at you, definitely becoming a grownup I see," he said with an admiring smile on his bloated face as he released her.
Bringing his large hairy hands up to her shoulders, he held her at arm's length and let his eyes trail slowly down to her large breasts and let them rest on her smooth cleavage. She regretted not buttoning up her shirt all the way before getting out of the car. She saw his eyes roll down her flat belly, long shapely legs to her dainty feet and then back up again. She was as tall as her aunt... five ten ... which put her proud breasts nearly at his eye level since he was only about five four.
She might have known he would gawk at her like this. The disgusting old pervert! She felt a shiver down her spine as her ugly uncle's small deep-set eyes devoured her. The host of confusing and conflicting emotions continued to go through her and she felt her nipples harden inexplicably and strain against her lacy bra.
As he tried to discreetly admire his teenage niece's large round breasts through his sunglasses, he noticed the outlines of her nipples pressing hard against her bra and shirt and her breasts seemed to swell as she took several deep breaths. She seemed to be breathing very hard for some reason. The tip of his thick pink tongue came and licked his lips at that wonderful sight.
After the members of her family greeted each other, they moved into the hotel to check in. Jennifer's parents were in a discussion with her aunt and uncle while she stayed with the kids in the lobby, her younger brother and sister and her two cousins. Uncle Jimmy appeared to lead the conversation. After the group broke, Jimmy headed to the front desk while her mother approached her.
"Jennifer, we arranged it so you don't have to sleep with the kids," she said.
Jennifer was overcome with relief and joy. She really wanted to experience a vacation without having to babysit the kids or go to sleep early, and she let her parents know as much on the drive there. It had always been tradition for all the kids to have slumber parties on vacation, but now that Jennifer was for all effects and purposes an adult, it didn't seem fair to foist the responsibility of watching the kids on her.
"Instead..." her mom continued, "your aunt will stay with them, and you can stay in the room with your uncle. That way you can stay up as late as you want and have a more quiet room. Sounds good right?"
Jennifer's eyes widened and her mind went numb. Was this really happening? In a room with her perverted uncle? No way! Once again she pushed down the heat and tingle deep in her core and fluttery butterflies in the stomach at the thought of being alone with her uncle.
"Can't I stay with Dad and you?" she asked pleadingly.
As she said this, out of the corner of her eye she noticed her uncle hand something to the desk clerk.
"Hon, your dad and I... well we never get alone time any more... so...we were hoping...," her mom said expectantly.
She didn't have to finish, and Jennifer cringed at the thought of what her parents might be doing in their room. Gross! So she huffed and looked at the floor. She didn't want to disappoint her mother, and without any other solutions in mind she reluctantly agreed. She didn't really put up much of a fight. Besides, she wouldn't have to babysit the kids, so that was a huge relief.
Once again, she felt a tingle down deep in her core and got butterflies in her stomach at the thought of sharing a room with her uncle. She told herself she was grossed out and furious about spending every night with her disgusting old uncle. She was convinced that was it, absolutely convinced.
Jimmy was a man of few words, and he usually went to bed late and woke up late in the morning; perfect for her rhythm as well. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Her uncle handed her a key card and told her he'd be up soon. He was probably hoping to catch her with her clothes off.
Uncle Jimmy couldn't believe her parents had bought his suggestion to have Jennifer swap places with his wife. He'd had some resistance, but he used his considerable skills as a car-salesman to get them to see things his way.