It had been nearly six months since Jerry had "introduced" his niece, Rachel, to the idea of sex as something enjoyable, when shared between the right people. Since then, Jerry had enjoyed sex with Rachel several times. Her tastes were widening as she relaxed and allowed herself to explore more.
Jerry's apartment building had a large swimming pool for use by the residents and their guests. Jerry took advantage of it whenever he could as an enjoyable method of burning off extra calories.
When Rachel asked if she and a friend could use the pool, Jerry was happy to oblige. The apartment complex rule was that the hosting resident had to be in the pool area at all times. Hanging out poolside, keeping an eye on two 20-something women was a job Jerry was happy to take on.
When the women arrived mid-afternoon, Jerry was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts. Rachel, now 20, was her usual shapely self. A striped terry cloth cover-up wrapped loosely around her ample boobs and round butt. Her long brown hair was tied in a pony tail and her eyes shone with excitement usually reserved for "ass play day."
"Hi, Uncle Jerry. You're looking very 'prep' today. Thanks for letting us use your pool. This is Paige." Rachel stepped to one side as her friend extended a hand.
Paige was probably also in her early 20s. About 5-foot 6 inches, her thick blonde hair was piled on top of her head. Like Rach, she also wore a beach cover-up over medium-sized breasts and wide hips. Her handshake was surprisingly strong.
"Hello, Mister..."
"Jerry, will be fine."
"UNCLE Jerry," Rachel corrected.
Paige's laugh was like crystal; clear, but sharp with a hard edge. "Hello, Uncle Jerry. In can't wait to use your pool. This summer has been killing me. I'm so damn hot."
"You certainly are," Jerry said before thinking.
Paige blushed, but Rachel gave her a conspiratorial wink and a nudge with her elbow. "I told you he's a perv."
"I'm not a perv."
Rachel grinned. "Oh, really? You fuck your own niece and her mother who is married to your brother. If that's not a pervert, what do you call it?"
Paige cocked an eyebrow. "I call it hot."
"Don't worry, Uncle Jerry," Rachel stepped back into the hallway and strutted toward the elevator. "It's a compliment."
Jerry looked at Paige, "I hope I didn't give offense. I was caught guard by how beautiful you are."
She blushed again, but then recovered. "You're pretty good looking, too, Uncle Jerry. Better than Rachel described."
He had locked the apartment and they found Rach waiting with a hand on the open elevator.
"Better? What has this little slut been telling you?"
They all got on the elevator and Rach hefted her large tits. "Little?"
Paige caressed one of Rach's nipples with familiarity. "He didn't mean your tits, did you Uncle Jerry?"
He felt his dick hardening, creeping down the leg of the short pants. Jerry decided there was nothing to do but join in. "Of course not. Her tits are anything but small. But have you seen her pussy? That is tiny and tight."
The women burst out laughing as the door opened to the rooftop pool deck. Jerry took it as a win and went in search of a lounge chair in the shade. Rachel and Paige followed, draping their towels over nearby chairs. They weren't the only people using the pool, and several heads turned as the women took off their wraps.
Rachel wore a very showy bikini. The tiny scraps of fluorescent orange fabric highlighted her tan as a large sliver of pink areola peeked out. The two triangles down her front barely covered her pubic hair. They were joined at the sides by strings tied in matching bows.
Paige also wore a bikini top that revealed more than concealed. The soft blue material did nothing to hide the nipples pressing from behind. Instead of a bikini on the bottom, Paige was covered by a pair of cut-off denim shorts. A nice touch for a Daisy Duke fan like Jerry, but it did seem a bit conservative for her outgoing reputation.
Paige looked directly at the large bulge in Jerry's short.
"We better get in the water, Rachel. Uncle Jerry is about to burst a seam."
They laughed, turning to wrap their arms around each other's waists as they ran to the pool and jumped in together.
After several minutes of diving and splashing, Paige swam to the side of the pool, resting one arm on the edge and waving to Jerry with the other. "Come on in Uncle Jerry. Come play with us."
Taking off his shirt, Jerry walked to where Paige was resting. Rachel drifted over to join them. "Paige can't just relax, Uncle Jerry. She has to make a game of everything."
He sat on the edge, his feet in the water and the head of his cock almost to the hem of the pant leg. "Like what?"
Paige swam a bit closer, resting her hands on his knee. "It's a swimming pool. Maybe, Marco Polo?"
Rachel swatted her friend. "Jesus, Paige. You can totally see Uncle Jerry's dick."
She let her eyes linger. "So?"
"Well, so ... is it as pretty as I said?"
"It's hard ..." Paige ran her hand up Jerry's thigh, just short of touching his dick. "...to tell. All I can see is the head."
"Oh, Jesus." Rachel nudged Paige aside and slid her hand up his pant leg. She tilted her wrist so the fabric slid up, exposing the seven-inches of hard, cut, cock. "How about now?"
"Rachel!" Jerry grabbed Rachel's hand away, looking around quickly to see anyone else had noticed.
She didn't exactly look contrite. "Oh, yeah. Uncle Jerry has this thing about consent. He's never said 'no,' but he always insists I ask."
"That's good to know." Paige chuckled. "So, Marco Polo? I'll start." She swam to the center of the pool and turned in a slow circle with her eyes closed.
Jerry dropped into the pool as silently as he could. From underwater, he heard her muffled, "Marco," and surfaced in time to join Rachel in a response.
"Polo."
This went on for a few minutes. He noticed Rachel swim up alongside him. He whispered into her ear. "Not a good strategy if you want to win."
"No?" She grabbed Jerry's hand and slid it into her suit and across her clit. Rachel shivered. "I win."
"Marco, you pervs." Paige was only a few feet away, eyes still closed and looking to one side.
"Polo" Rachel shouted back, before diving down, taking Jerry's shorts with her.
Paige spun and lunged toward Rachel's voice, arms outstretched. Jerry tried to pivot away, but Paige's hand flailed forward, grabbing his dick. He froze as she drifted closer, eyes still closed, stroking the thick shaft. With her face near his, she said, "May I have permission, Uncle Jerry?"
"Polo." His voice cracked.
Paige opened her eyes and threw her arms in the air, dousing him. "I win!" she spun and swam away, still shouting, "I won. I won."
Rachel was at Jerry's side handing him his shorts. "Did I mention she likes games?" She kissed her uncle on the cheek before climbing out.
Jerry put his shorts back on, making his way to the pool stairs. By the time he was back on the lounger, the women were almost done toweling off. Paige put one foot on his lounger, drying her calf.
She noticed Jerry admiring her legs and smiled at him. "Any questions, Uncle Jerry?"
"Well, in fact, yeah."
Paige stood up, puzzled at his response to her flippant comment. "Fire away."
"Please forgive an old man if this is too personal."
Rachel snorted as she stepped closer, not wanting to be left out.
"It's obvious you're a beautiful, vibrant young woman, Paige. You don't seem the least ashamed of your body or your sexuality. Why the denim shorts. Why not wear a bikini bottom that shows you off better?"
"Oh, she's wearing the bikini bottoms, Uncle Jerry."
Paige turned to her friend, "Rachel!"
"They're under the shorts. Go ahead, Uncle Jerry. Ask her why?"
Jerry turned toward Paige, a bit sorry he'd brought it up since her entire upper body was turning pink as her blush rose.
Rachel couldn't leave it alone. "Jesus, Paige, you were holding his dick five minutes ago. You're going to get shy now? I told you Uncle Jerry is cool!"
As if coming to a decision, Paige sighed and nodded to Rachel, handing her the towel. "Hold this behind me."
With a giggle of delight, Rachel took the towel, draping it down Paige's back like a modesty screen. Jerry marveled as Paige began undoing her shorts. With a glance that no one else in the area was looking, Paige wiggled the shorts to her ankles.
The bikini bottom matched the blue of the top. The tiny bit of fabric clung to her mons, but instead of a gentle curve, there was a crinkled texture from underneath. Instead of the modest concealment one expects, masses of blonde curls poured from the sides and bottom. Jerry leaned closer without realizing. His mouth went dry when he tried to speak.
"May I ... may I touch you?"
Paige nodded. Uncle Jerry tore his eyes from her over-running pubes to look into her blue eyes. "May I?" he repeated.
"Yes, Uncle Jerry," Paige said softly. "Please."
Behind the protection of the wide towel, Jerry reached forward, letting his fingertips glide over the soft curls. He pressed more firmly and Paige sighed.
"It's beautiful. Why, Paige? If you're embarrassed by it, why not shave or wax or whatever women do now?"
Paige took a breath to answer, but Rachel jumped in. "She's too scared. Afraid she'll cut herself."
Paige rolled her eyes. "It's more than that. I'm really nervous having a stranger down there. And waxing hurts like hell."
Jerry stroked her again and Paige started to moan.
"If you guys are going to keep this up, I'm going to have to drop this towel to rub one out myself."
"I can shave you." Jerry was surprised to hear himself say it.
"What?" said Rachel.
"Really?" said Paige. "Have you ever done it before?"
"I have. It was the 1980s, when bare pussy really took off and a few lady friends felt the same as you do now." He shrugged. "Of course, back then it usually ended up being foreplay."
He saw Paige relax. "We wouldn't want that to happen," she said with a wink. She took the towel and wrapped it around her waist. "When?"
Jerry shrugged again. "Today?"
Rachel looked thrilled. "Now?"
"Of course." Jerry looked around the pool deck. "But we should probably go back down stairs."
As Paige went ahead of them to the elevator, Jerry leaned close to Rachel's ear. "Did you two plan this?"
"Not this part, Uncle Jerry. Not the shaving. I hope I have enough space on my video phone."
"Rachel. Permission."
The permission was not granted.
Paige felt awkward enough as it was and knew Rachel could not keep a recording to herself. "Besides," Paige said as Jerry laid a large towel across his bed, "I want you within reach at all times."
When she gave him a solemn look, Jerry gestured toward the towel and walked to the bathroom. He returned with a small bowl of hot water, a soft cloth, shaving kit with a new razor, and baby oil. Paige was laying on her back with her legs dangling off the edge at the knees. Her bikini was still on.
Rachel was also still wearing her bikini, now mostly dry, sitting on the bed alongside Paige. "What now, Uncle Jerry?"
