~Jennifer~
Jennifer took a cold shower after her Uncle Jimmy left.
Her body was all riled up and she felt hollow and empty... in dire need of a thick hard cock. An image of her uncle's perfect cock flashed through her mind.
She hated to admit it and would never voice it out loud, but she desperately needed. Her uncle's cock fit her perfectly. It reached all the right places and pleasured her beyond anything else she had ever experienced. It was as if it was made just for her.
After the cold water cooled her ardor, she turned up the hot water, washed the sand out of her hair and body and luxuriated in the shower. Her muscles relaxed and she stayed under the warm spray for a while, singing several songs, until her skin began to prune.
She thought she heard someone in the room but couldn't be sure.
Jennifer turned off the water, dried herself, wrapped a towel around her hair and coiled it on her head, and still singing quietly, walked out of the bathroom.
Steam billowed around her as she opened the door. Knowing her uncle would most likely not be there, she wore only a towel tucked tight around her slim torso.
Her nose wrinkled fastidiously at the musky smell of sex and the stink of her uncle's sweat hung in the air. She needed to open the sliding glass door and air the room out for a while. The place smelled like a brothel.
There was no way she could know that her uncle and her mother had been having sex only a few feet away from her only minutes before.
She stopped in her tracks, surprised to see her mother sitting primly on the bed.
"Uh, hi mom," she said nervously, guiltily.
She was glad she avoided the drama had her mother come knocking while she lay squirming on the terrace outside with Uncle Jimmy's tongue deep in her snatch. She almost giggled at the thought and at the use of the word 'snatch' in her inner monologue.
She looked closer at her mother and noticed she was very sweaty, and her face was flushed. If she didn't know better, she'd swear there was a handprint on her face from a slapping hand.
Nah. Not her mom. Her dad wasn't the type to get off on that... and they never fought.
She dismissed the thought and stood with her arms crossed, waiting for her mother to speak.
Her mom took a deep trembling breath and got slowly to her feet.
"Get dressed and meet us in the lobby in an hour, Jenny," she said. "We're going to a new restaurant tonight."
She glanced at the bags and boxes nestled in a corner of the room.
"Why don't you wear one of your new outfits?" she said a little enviously.
She walked slowly to the door with a slight shuffling limp. She looked stiff, weak-kneed and exhausted.
"Mom, are you all right? Did you fall or something?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm fine. Stubbed my toe on the way in from the beach," her mother said, remembering Jenny said the same thing when she'd been talking to Danny from the balcony.
She looked off. Something was different.
And why wasn't she shrewishly chewing her ass like she normally did? What was going on?
She caught her breath. Did she know or suspect?
No. She couldn't know. If she did, Uncle Jimmy would be in jail by now.
"Don't be late," her mother said as she opened the door and stepped out.
Jenny was ready and out the door in 15 minutes. She went looking for Danny.
Jimmy came in not long after, showered and shaved for the first time in days and made his way to the lobby.
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Dinner went by without a hitch, but there was a strange vibe in the air.
Uncle Jimmy was pale and wan. He looked exhausted.
Carol was quiet and withdrawn. She barely said a word. Her color was high, and she barely looked anyone in the eye. Jack, her husband, leaned over to ask her if she was okay several times.
She eventually shook off whatever was bothering her and went back to her normal condescending, bitchy self.
Linda glanced from Jimmy to Carol. Noticed how they avoided eye contact and a slow knowing smile crept across her pretty face.
Something was up... and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
She glanced over at Jenny, who sat with Danny at the end of the table. She kept trying to get her boyfriend's attention, but he was only interested in talking sports with Jenny's dad who sat at the other end of the table, while the four smaller children argued about some inconsequential thing or played patty-cake. The table was loud and boisterous.
Jennifer occasionally glanced at her uncle as if to gauge his reaction whenever she put a hand on her boyfriend's arm or leaned in close to whisper something conspiratorial in his ear, but the old man looked drained and didn't seem to notice or care. He focused on his food.
When they finished their meal, the family went back to the hotel.
Uncle Jimmy declared he was tired and lumbered slowly to the elevators.
Jenny went for a walk on the beach while Carol and Linda watched over the kids. Jack and Danny sat in the lounge and talked excitedly about sports, specifically a big Thursday night game taking place the next day. They wanted to spend the day watching sports and their excitement rubbed off on the four children who insisted they wanted to watch too.
After a bit of back and forth, the plan for the next day was that the boys would watch sports the whole day with the kids, and the girls would go to the spa, go shopping or do whatever the hell they wanted.
"Yeah, I don't think Jimmy's gonna care for that plan," Linda said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "He's never been into sports and he's not all that good with the kids."
Jack and Danny glanced at each other. They didn't look very disappointed at the prospect of not having Jimmy around.
"Well, he could just do his thing and we'll do ours," Jack said.
He glanced at Danny, who met his eye and nodded excitedly.
"We'll stay in Linda's room and keep an eye on the kids. We'll make a day of it, watch the game, take them swimming... you name it, we got it."
He looked back at Danny, who nodded again, a wide smile on his face.
"You girls go off and have a good time and Jimmy can do whatever he wants."
And so, it was decided. After breakfast, they'd break into two groups, with Jimmy as the odd man out, and go do their separate things.
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~Uncle Jimmy~
Jimmy went back to his room after dinner. He was plum tuckered out. That last bout with his little sister really laid him low. The little bitch's tight pussy had literally sucked him dry.
He needed to rest and recover.
He stripped down to a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and picked up his laptop.
It was set up to record whenever motion was detected. Besides last night and this morning with Jennifer, he also had video of him eating her out on the terrace outside and one where he fucked the shit out his little sister.
Goddamn, that had been wild as fuck. Who would've known his prim, stuck-up little sister was such an animal in the sack?
He got harder and harder with every recording he watched.
Fuuuuuuck! Long blonde hair, big tits, tiny waist, perfect ass, firm toned body. His niece had it all... and she was his... even if she didn't know it yet or acknowledged it.
He skipped forward through the first video, pausing to watch him and his gorgeous niece going at it in a 69. Whew. That's some hot shit, he thought.
He fast forwarded again, urging his erection to go down. It was too soon. His balls still hurt, though the ache was fading.
He scanned the morning after, watching himself between Jennifer's wide-spread legs, munching on her like a starving man and paused on the next video.
It was Jennifer and Danny dropping off the clothes he bought for her at the mall.
He was about to skip forward but stayed on when he saw Danny peek in Jennifer's purse.
He watched the young man reach in, pull out the wad of cash, count it, break the stack in half and shove half in his pocket and the rest back in her purse.
Jimmy shot forward. Exhaustion forgotten.
MOTHERFUCKER!
The thieving son-of-a-bitch!
He seethed with anger.
He was about to get dressed and hunt the little motherfucker down, but he paused at a stray thought.
Wait a second.
He could use this little "situation" to his advantage.
He now had something he could hold over the kid's head, just like the videos of Jennifer and Carol willingly having sex with him.
He smiled malevolently.
This was DEFINITELY a good thing.
He lay back down on the bed and reclined comfortably, scanning through the rest of the videos, pausing here and there at particularly juicy bits.
When he was done, he made a small cut of Danny stealing the money, saved some screen grabs and sent them to his phone.
Now. What approach should he use?
First, he had to get the girl's money back. There's no way he'd let the little fuck keep that.
Tall, young, handsome, everything going for him, and he was a thieving piece of shit. Who would've thought?
He picked up his phone, tapped WhatsApp and thumbed in Danny's number. It was in the contacts list he'd gotten from Jennifer's phone.
He sent a screenshot of Danny pulling the wad of bills from Jennifer's purse.
*Meet me where the path from the hotel meets the beach in 5 min* he typed.
He paused a moment debating with himself for a fraction of a moment then he shrugged and hit send.
He waited for the hissing 'whoosh' sound, slipped on a pair of sandals and grabbed his key card.
Jimmy paused a moment thinking to tuck his gun into his shorts in the small of his back and cover it with his baggy t-shirt. He shook his head, if the little fucker could get the better of him, then he deserved whatever he got.
He walked to where the concrete pathway from the hotel ended at the beach.
It took him more than five minutes, so Danny was already there, looming large in the darkness.
Other than the two of them, not a soul was around.
The anger flared back to life. Actually, it never left, just cooled a bit.
