Dressed To Tease 2

Dressed to Tease

Taboo Uncle

The Sexual Favour Book 2

Matt Coolomon

Edited by S.H. Madonna

Adults Only

High level erotic content

Copyright © 2024 Matt Coolomon

All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form, without the written consent of the copyright holder. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real-life person is coincidental.

This taboo version of 'The Sexual Favour' is a pseudo incest story about hot wife Julia who happened to be adopted at birth.

Chapter 1: Holiday Park Stud

Lake Carpelligo mid-summer is a popular weekend getaway and vacation destination for families and the young party crowd. There are several lifestyle resorts away from the main township that cater to retirees and nature-lovers, one of the secluded coves even going as far as full nudity and an island off the nudists' shoreline is popular for topless sunbathing. These areas have been sanctioned by the local council to keep the main resort area around the township family-friendly.

"Wow, this is always so beautiful," I gushed, hanging out my window as we drove along the esplanade with an alfresco restaurant precinct to our left and a wharf and marina of sports and leisure craft to our right.

Rodney pulled into a parking spot facing the lake. We had traversed town and entered parkland bordering a sandy beach packed with people. We got out of the car to stretch.

"That's the front of Uncle Walt's lake house amongst those trees there, I think." Rodney was pointing to a cluster of buildings about a mile away across the lake. We had been for weekends before but my Uncle Walter had recently sold the house where we stayed and bought one closer to town. We had only seen photos and had the address in Rodney's phone for navigation to find the place.

I stretched and smoothed back my long hair in a gentle breeze. I was aware of still being braless. It was very different, being under-dressed outside in public. My top was only light and I could see my nipples through it, as could a couple of guys walking by and glancing up from them right then. I averted my gaze, my face heating. They both walked on with heads turned back over their shoulders, and I met their eyes again and smiled.

Rodney was facing away and gazing out across the lake, seemingly watching some parasailers. I strolled to an amenities building with my unfettered breasts swaying as I walked. Another reason I always wear a bra is to stop excessive jiggling caused by my natural stride, which is heavy-heeled and causes my body to jolt with each step, something I was consciously adjusting right then. My bikinis are all of the bulky strap-down-tight variety.

I was getting checked out again as I walked back to the car, but it was by my husband this time and I let my boobs jiggle all they wanted to. I threw my arms around his neck and met his kiss. Rodney's thin but quite strong and cuddles me tight, knowing that I like the feel of being held firmly.

"Okay, my turn while you watch the car then let's go find this place, huh?"

Rodney strolled over to the amenities building. I was about to get in the car when I saw one of the guys from a few minutes ago returning along the footpath. He was maybe mid-20's and nicely built. His biceps were stretching the sleeves of his t-shirt. His hair was sun-bleached. Either that or he had blond highlights. His teeth were brilliant and flashed with his smile as he approached.

"Hey," he offered with a dip of his head.

"Hi," I returned.

"Fantastic day, isn't it?"

"I know, it's so beautiful here."

He motioned to the bags packed in the back of our car. "Arriving or leaving?" His smile flashed again.

"Arriving." My face was hot. I had my arms straight down in front, wringing my hands. "We just got here."

"Sweet. I'm Alex. We're at the campgrounds." He thumbed back over his shoulder.

"Oh, nice, I love camping." I accepted a handshake. "I'm Julia," I offered with a big smile.

"Pretty name." The guy looked at my tits. "Are you coming to the thing at the Tavern tonight? There's supposed to be a good band."

"Oh really? Um, I'm not sure. But thanks."

The guy backed away, still smiling. "Think about it, hey? I'll buy you a drink." He lowered his gaze for another blatant ogle of my breasts.

"What time do they start?" I asked, glancing beyond the guy to where Rodney had stopped beside a tree, watching.

Alex approached again. "About eight, I think. So, you'll come?"

"Hmm, maybe." I kept my arms behind my back and my breasts forward as the guy leant close, resting against our car door. "Is it just you or will there be a group with other girls?"

"Oh yeah, there's a whole bunch of us."

"Oh right." I took a big breath. "And is it an outdoor thing with like swimwear or do you have to dress up?"

"We usually hang out on the deck where it's totally casual." The guy tilted to look at my tits again. "Come as you are," he said without lifting his eyes to meet mine.

"Hmm." I glanced at Rodney again. He was glaring at me, hands on his head.

"Or dress up if you wanna try one of the dance clubs later as well."

"Okay, but I'll need to ask my husband," I said, gaining composure and grinning up at the guy.

His smile ended. "Huh?"

I bit down on my grin and held up my left hand. "I'm married, here with my husband."

"Oh fuck, sorry!" Alex backed away a few steps again, holding his hands up.

"No, it's okay. I'm allowed to go out sometimes."

"Yeah sweet, might see ya round then," the guy said and kept moving. He walked right past Rodney and on towards the main wharf area without looking back.

Rodney approached, got in the car and revved the engine. I was already buckled up. I was trying not to laugh.

"Shit!" Rodney gasped, pulling out onto the road. "What the hell, Jules?"

"I was just saying hello to the guy. He seemed really nice." I couldn't contain a laugh. "And he thought my boobs were!"

"What, nice?" Rodney muttered, shaking his head. "That was frigging torture, Jules. Holy shit!"

"Well, I can't help it. I need to put my bra back on. You can practically see through this."

"I know. There were lots of guys checking you out back there. Especially when you went to the ladies."

"Exactly. I was trying not to let them bounce too much." I squeezed my husband's hand in my lap. "Except I liked that guy looking. He was pretty cute."

Rodney glanced from the road. "Was he?"

"Sure. To look at, at least, which is only physical."

"Oh yeah? Only physical, huh?"

"Uh huh. I do know how insecure my husband is in that way, you know." I lifted his hand and kissed his fingers. "But you're the one I want to be married to, Rodney. Don't even think about that."

Rodney glanced again. "It's hard not to think about it a little bit." He looked down at himself and shrugged.

"Yes, but you're okay with this, aren't you? I mean you're still okay with it?"

"Yeah, I'm still okay with it. I understand physical attraction, and that guys are always going to notice you." He gave me a long glance while stopping at an intersection. "And that it's only natural you notice well-built guys in the same way, that you're attracted to them."

My face heated. "But only in a superficial way, Rodney. Don't forget that."

"I know." He grinned and waggled his brows. "Next story, okay?"

I giggled. "Promise?"

"And with the same ending as the story about the carnival? With it all over your boobs and that?"

"Um, hmm, that's an interesting question."

"Yeah?"

I glared. "Maybe I should leave the ending up to you!"

Rodney took a breath. He looked ahead at the road but did another glance, swallowing. "Like, to possibly go further in this story?"

"Mmm, maybe."

"Can it be with more than one guy?" Rodney turned to face me. The destination was flashing on his phone. He had stopped the car at a gated driveway. "I'd want to be in the story too, but just watching while two of these football type guys get with you."

"Rodney!" I scolded, my face on fire. "Oh my god!"

He chuckled and clicked a remote to activate the gates. They swung back and he drove through, still smiling. "So it's fine if you want to tease, but you can't take it when I do."

"Oh, so you're just teasing?"

"No, I'm seriously asking. The story itself would be the tease, Jules." Rodney pulled up in front of a house of glass. "Holy shit!"

"Wow!" I cried. "Is this the right house? It didn't look like this in the picture."

Rodney pointed to a building down a pathway and adjacent a huge in-ground pool. "That's the building in the picture." He scrolled through files on his phone and found the image his uncle sent him. He showed that to me and looked from the small poolside building to what was obviously the main residence. The buildings shared a deck and pool enclosure. The surrounds were parkland gardens covering an acre or more. It had to be a single property.

"We could call Uncle Walt or just knock on the door," I suggested.

We got out of the car. Rodney shrugged and walked up the stairs to the front door of the double story glass house. He pressed a doorbell. There was no response. He checked with me again and shrugged, taking the gate remote and single door key from his pocket. The key slid into the lock and turned it. He poked his head inside. "Hello! Anyone home?"

I clung to my husband's arm and followed him into a beautifully timber-lined foyer and huge, plush living area. There was a bunch of flowers on a coffee table with an envelope clearly labelled 'Rodney & Julia'. Rodney opened the envelope and took out the card with me rubber-necking over his shoulder. He opened the card to the word 'SURPRISE' written in red marking pen.

"Holy shit," Rodney muttered and peered up at an upper-level balcony with rooms off it. He left me holding the card and walked into the kitchen.

I followed, stunned. "Is this where we're staying?" I asked stupidly. I read the small print beneath the big red writing. 'Make yourself at home. Just leave it as you found it. Love Uncle Walt.'

Rodney faced me with his hands upturned, shaking his head. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. "Go get the bags, I'm going to explore!"

The kitchen had a view across a deck and the pool to a jetty with a small aluminium boat tied to it. There was a massive formal dining room that I couldn't imagine using at all. I'd be scared to scratch the stained timber or something. The rest of the lower floor was white leather couches and huge glass doors opening to the deck. Upstairs I found four bedrooms, two at the back of the house looking out at the gardens and road, and two with balconies overlooking the expanse of shimmering blue water. One of these rooms was obviously the master bedroom and had clothing in the wardrobe and a huge ensuite bathroom that was obviously in use. The other was also made up for use but appeared to be the main guest room. I landed on my back on the large, comfy bed smiling with glee as I dug my nails into the plush bed cover.

"Where are you, Jules?"

"Up here! Oh my god, Rodney, come have a look!"

Rodney entered the room wheeling my suitcase. He left it and I followed him out onto the balcony, both of us gushing over the magnificence of the view and ending up cuddling and kissing passionately.

"Um, Rodney?" I pushed from our embrace at the sight of a man on the deck in front of the pool house. He waved casually and went inside the building. "Who's that?"

"It looked like your cousin Luke."

"Luke! What's he doing here?"

"I don't know. Better go see if it's him," Rodney said and left me there to watch from the balcony.

I had only ever met Luke a couple of times since we grew up and didn't much like him. He seemed weird, all quiet and uncomfortable around people. Both occasions were family parties. I never actually spoke with the guy. He's the reclusive son of Uncle Walt, a fact that worried me in regard to our vacation alone here.

Rodney waved to me from down below. He approached the pool house and the screen door opened. He said hi and was invited inside, giving me another wave and smile before disappearing.

It was only 10 minutes later when Rodney appeared in the bedroom doorway with his bag. I was busy unpacking mine.

"Yeah, it's Luke alright. He got evicted from his apartment and had nowhere else to go. He said to just ignore him, that he'll keep out of our way."

"Oh no, really? He's going to be here the whole time we are?"

"I know Jules, it sucks, but he seems really down. He's there in a single room with the bare minimum shower and tiny kitchen. It's just a big room with a bed and his computer on the kitchen bench. We're lucky he doesn't want to come and stay here in the house. He said there's no way he'd do that."

"Hmm, and should I go and say hello or something?" I frowned my disappointment. "I don't even like the guy."

"I know, no one likes him much, but he's not that bad. He's just screwed up over what happened with his wife."

"What, because she left him? Big deal, marriages break up all the time." I had my arms around my husband's neck again. I kissed him. "Except ours of course. You're never getting rid of me, you should know."

Rodney chuckled into our kiss. "But it's a bit worse with Luke. She was his girlfriend since school and he found her in bed with his own brother."

I swallowed hard. "Oh my god, his brother?"

"Yeah, I don't think I was supposed to say. It's always been a family secret."

"Oh wow, that's so sad. And that's why he's so quiet and antisocial. That's terrible!"

"Well, I think he's kind of shy anyway. I remember he always was when we were growing up. But he was fun with us. He used to drive us everywhere, being a bit older and having a car first."

"Oh, I didn't know that. You never talk about him." I was peeping from the balcony doors, curious now.

Rodney used to live next door to my Uncle Walt and my cousins. I never had much to do with them but met Rodney through them at the end of high school.

Rodney cuddled behind me. I tilted my head for him to kiss my neck. "So, you're okay with him staying? He said he might be able to get somewhere in town if you're not."

"What? He said that?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I think you should go back down there and offer for him to stay in the house with us. That's what I think."

Rodney chuckled into another neck kiss. "No chance. I agree with his sentiment that we need our privacy."

"Oh really? For what exactly?" I teased, squirming and giggling as my husband clutched my ribs. "No, but seriously, Rod, is he okay down there? This is a huge house."

"I know. I already checked with him and he said there's no way he's disrupting our vacation together. He was adamant he's either there in the pool house or down at the camp site in town."

*

The fridge and cupboards were all but empty and we were both too tired to go out. We ordered pizza and ate on our balcony looking out over the moonlit lake. In bed a little later, I guided the head of my husband's swollen penis into my wetness from behind. He had a bony hand up my nightie covering my right breast. He started fucking me nice and slow.

"So, did you really let that guy at the night club cuddle you, Jules?"

"Mmm, are you sure you want to know? It was only because I was a bit drunk."

Rodney thrust slow and deep, playing with my little glans, rubbing and teasing the sensitive button. "I want to know. You can tell me."

"Mmm, well he had his arm around me and I relaxed against him like that for a while. Bree and Elly were getting with his two friends so I played along and let him hold me. Uhh..huhh... yeah like that," I moaned back at my husband as he thrust more firmly into me.

"What else happened?" Rodney demanded and slowed his next thrust. "Tell me."

I swallowed and drew a ragged breath. "One time when everyone else was dancing he kissed me a little and felt my boob, but I stopped him before he got too carried away."

Rodney pulled back and thrust hard. He did it again and I squirmed back onto him. I got in another breath. "I held his hand away from my boob and just let him kiss me for a minute."

"So, he kissed you? Some other guy kissed my wife?"

"Uh huh, but it just happened. I was really drunk and once he put his tongue in my mouth I couldn't think for a minute. Mmm, he was so huge and strong, Rodney. I've never been held by a man like that before."

"Aw shit," Rodney groaned and started pounding wildly.

My orgasm came on fast and was pulsing through my belly when my husband jammed his long shaft up into me and ejaculated.

Chapter 2: Extended Family

In the morning I opened my eyes and peered around the strange room, taking a few weird seconds to figure out where I was. I pushed off the sheet. It was too hot. I felt something on my finger and lifted my hand to find my husband's used condom, the contents either having leaked out or dried up inside it. I was alone in bed. I heard voices downstairs, male and female.

I was up and pulling clothes on when Rodney poked his head in the door. "Come say hi to your Uncle Curt, Jules. He called in with his daughter but they have to run."

"His daughter? I didn't know Curt had a daughter."

Rodney shrugged. "I did. He was talking about her last time we were here. Apparently she's up from the city for a while. She seems fun, you might get on."

Uncle Curt was Uncle Walt's little brother, who lived across the lake. He disappeared from the family as a young guy and no one knew much about his life. Now that I thought about it, I remembered one of his kids turning up about a year ago. One he didn't even know he had apparently.

I quickly ran a brush through my hair and followed Rodney downstairs. "Hi Uncle Curt... Hello," I added, smiling at a tall, slender brunette about my age in jean shorts and a black bikini top.

"Jules!" Uncle Curt welcomed enthusiastically, collecting me in a hug. "This is my daughter Tina. Tina, meet Julia."

"Hi," Tina enthused and offered a little hug hello too. "Dad says you guys are going to be staying for a couple of weeks, what a relief. I thought it was going to be all boring old men this holiday."

"Oh, so you're here on holidays too?" I asked excitedly at the thought of making a new cousin-girlfriend.

"Yes, and they're already talking about boats and fishing or whatever."

Uncle Curt still had an arm around me and pulled his daughter in with his other arm. He's a bit of a hugger, I recalled from our rare meetings. His arms were powerful, his large hand firmly gripping my ribs and making me blush all over again from the talk with my husband the previous night. I put my hand on his and held him there while glancing at Rodney. Uncle Curt was talking. Rodney was responding but glanced from where Uncle Curt was holding me to meet my eyes.

"Oh, so Luke is here now, is he?" Tina asked. "I'd better go say a quick hello. Are you coming Dad, you're going to be late."

"All right, love, be there in a minute," Uncle Curt called after his daughter as she headed out the door.

"Late for what?" Rodney asked.

"Just to open the shop. Tina has friends staying at the campgrounds and they want bicycles."

Uncle Curt owned the bicycle hire shop in town.

"Ah okay, we might have to try the cycle track this time too huh, Jules?"

"Definitely!" I enthused, and I kept hold of Uncle's hand, making it brush over my breast as I bent and rubbed an imaginary knee itch.

He seemed to notice what I'd done and squeezed my side when I stood, pulling me close and smiling down at my upturned face and chuckling. "Pretty girls ride free on Sundays, you know?"

"Oh yeah?" I giggled up at him, clutching his wrist and hugging his big arm tighter as his thumb swiped back and forth across the bottom of my bra.