Uncle's Beach House

^{Uncle’s Beach House}

^{by Robert Lubrican}

^{zbookstore Edition}

^{Copyright 2025 Robert Lubrican}

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^{Table of Contents}

^{Chapters: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Afterword}

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^Foreword

^{In today’s political/social climate, there are members of a minority who think what they believe is what everybody should believe. They are the squeaky wheel in Western culture. Another minority, which I believe is much bigger than the squeaky-wheel minority, like to read books and stories or see films that mimic reality. All teenagers come of age, and the reality of it is they do that much earlier than eighteen. The squeaky wheel, however, want everybody to believe that nobody engages in sexual behavior until they are eighteen. They’d probably want there to be a law that you have to be married to have sex, too, but their voting block isn’t big enough to have that kind of influence. The first amendment to the US constitution says we all have the right to write books where teenagers under that age of eighteen have sex. It’s just the law, especially if the “under age” person is older than the legal age of consent in a given state. The screaming spokes of the squeaky wheel can’t do anything about it … unless they weaponize civil law. What they can do is sue the publisher who publishes completely legal books which mimic reality and in which “under age” sex is involved. “Under age” is defined as under eighteen, in their world. They will lose that suit, but the publisher has to hire a lawyer to defend his rights. And when that suit gets thrown out of court, they’ll just sue again … and again … and again, until the publisher is bankrupted by legal fees. What would you do if you were a publisher? You’d want to stay in business. So, this book, which is fiction but originally mimicked reality, has been edited to prevent the publisher from being sued. Every character in this book who engages in sexual behavior is eighteen or older. In this case they’re two or three years older than the legal age of consent in most states. But the squeaky wheel doesn’t care about that. They only care that they get to crack the whip and the rest of us are supposed to fall in line. If they want to play legal games, then I will, too. If you like the book and would like to read the original version, which you have the legal right to do, instructions on how to do that at no additional cost to you. You and I can have a conversation which the squeaky-wheel, fascist- behaving, ignorant folks won’t be involved in.}

^{I hope you like the book.}

^Bob

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^{Chapter One}

^{I was taking a gap year between high school and going to college when Uncle Bob, who is my mother's older brother, asked me if I wanted to go to his beach house for the weekend I jumped at the chance. We live in SoCal and Uncle Bob's beach house was right on a private sand beach, with no gravel or rocks to hurt the feet, and the waves breaking were perfect for surfing. He had taught me to surf when I was fourteen, during which time I realized he was feeling me up. I didn't care. In fact, I loved it. I loved him and he didn't have a girlfriend. I didn't think he'd ever feel actually romantic towards me. And, as I look back on it, I don't believe the little touches he gave me amounted to molestation. If you wanted to argue about it, you could say that a hug is molestation, if it's a very passionate, long, firm hug. The hands of the hugger are on the huggee's body and what's in the mind of the hugger (or huggee) might be very naughty. But whoever calls hugs molestation? Nobody, at least as long as there is no overt and intentional grinding of boners into pussies. My point is that Uncle Bob didn't molest me. We were just very, very close and he expressed his love for me in those basically innocent touches. They didn't make me uncomfortable or anything like that and they certainly didn't make me horny, but now that I'm older I bet he had to masturbate after he stroked the side of my breast, or pushed me into a room with his hand on my butt. I loved his kisses, too, even though I knew other girls did not kiss their uncles the way we kissed.}

^{All this said, he did not accelerate things or try to seduce me. We just loved each other and loved spending time together.}

^{When I was eighteen and got to spend weekends at his beach house he bought me my first bikini. It was tiny and I knew it was because he wanted to look at my body. But knowing that made me feel good, because Uncle Bob was both handsome and a stud. I was in the bloom of female-ness, with boobs and hips and everything I'd been dying to have for years, and it thrilled me that he noticed. I knew about sex and the social games people play. He could have had any woman he wanted, but he only wanted me, at least when I was at his beach house. Any other time he gave the best warm, tight hugs in the world. He also kissed the side of my neck, which made me shudder and feel light-headed. He still touched me a little bit, but by then it just felt normal.}

^{Of course he did all these things to Mom, too. My father seemed to think it was funny. He'd say, "Get a room, you two," and Mom would throw something at him, like a Kleenex box or a towel or something like that. We had all known for as long as we could remember that when Dad went on one of his away-trips, Uncle Bob came and stayed with us to make sure we were all protected. He even slept in Mom's room to make sure she was protected like Dad would protect her if he was there. Daddy went on inspection trips that lasted two or three weeks, twice a year, and then shorter trips that only made him be gone a few days to a week, so Uncle Bob sleeping over was just normal as we grew up. I even remember one time when Daddy got home, he slapped Uncle Bob on the back and said, "Did you take good care of her for me?" Uncle Bob grinned and said, "I did. I'm sure she'll tell you all about it." Then Daddy said, "That's my favorite part of getting back home after being gone."}

^{Of course we didn't understand what all that meant, back then. We were just kids.}

^{So, anyway, I ran to let Mom know I was spending the weekend at Uncle Bob's beach house and she said, "Of course. Don't drown, please."}

^{Well, that was just silly. Nobody could swim better than me.}

^{So off we went and he had a new bikini for me and this time, when I held it up I said, "Good grief, Uncle Bob. I might as well go naked."}

^{"Well, you’re eighteen now and you can be a nudist if you want. My beach is very private. In fact, we can both run around nude and skinny dip. It will be fun."}

^{I stared at him.}

^{"Uncle Bob. I know why you sleep in Mom's room when Daddy is gone."}

^{"Of course you do," he said. "It's to make sure she's protected."}

^{"I think it's interesting that you both have to be naked for her to be well-protected," I said.}

^{He looked at me with one eyebrow raised.}

^{"I peeked a few times," I said. "It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what you guys were doing in there. So I peeked and saw you protecting her by lying on top of her. I thought it was funny, because I knew if I went in and asked what you were doing you'd say you were making sure the bad men couldn't hurt her, or something like that."}

^"Oh."

^{"What I'm curious about is why Daddy lets you do it."}

^{"Oh, that. Well, when we were kids and your dad started dating your mother he used to come have sleepovers at my house. Everybody thought it was because we were best friends, but what it was really for was so he could sneak into her room at night and have sex with her. In the process of that he found out I had been having sex with her, too. So we made this agreement that if he ever married her, I'd get to keep having sex with her sometimes."}

^{"And sometimes means when he's gone on trips," I said.}

^"Yeah."

^{"And now you want to start having sex with me, too," I said, calmly.}

^{"It's not like that," he groaned.}

^{I should point out, here, that I have always thought males in my peer group are selfish, ignorant, pushy, sex-crazy and generally no fun to be around in a dating situation. I’m sure there are guys who would be perfectly fun on a date and would not try, incessantly to get me naked, splayed and laid. I hadn’t met any of them, yet and I was busy trying to get good enough grades to get scholarships when I went to college. So while I protected my integrity quite well, that also meant I did not have the kind of world experiences most women my age had engaged in. Basically, I was a babe in the woods, when it came to sex. I was a virgin and proud of that fact. At the same, time, though, my libido had always been around. I had always handled it by masturbating. I wanted to get some sexual experience … just not with men my age. So, up to now, I chose to eschew possible sexual partners. Now I wasn’t. And I might be innocent, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant.}

^{"You want me to run around naked this weekend, right?" I asked.}

^{"Yes, but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you."}

^{"And you're going to run around naked, too, right?"}

^{"Yes. So, what's your point?"}

^{"Take off your clothes, Uncle Bob," I said.}

^"What?"

^{"I said take off your clothes. Strip. I've never seen a real, live penis and I want to see yours."}

^{He actually started and then stopped.}

^{"Not right now," he said. "I have some things to do."}

^{I walked over to him and, right in front of him, I undid the new bikini top and dropped it on the floor.}

^{"I want to see your penis, Uncle Bob," I said. "Right now."}

^{"I can't right now," he groaned.}

^{I reached and felt for his lump. I felt something long and hard in his pants.}

^{"So, you didn't think about this when you suggested we skinny dip?" I asked.}

^{"Bunny, Honey, I don't want to scare you."}

^{"Why would I be scared of you?" I asked. "I know you'd never hurt me. You've spent the last decade protecting Mom and me and Chad whenever Daddy was gone."}

^{I squeezed his lump.}

^{"What, exactly, did you see when you peeked?" he asked.}

^{"I saw you on top of Mom, with your butt moving up and down and her legs were wrapped around you and she was moaning and telling you how much she loved you."}

^{"So, you never actually saw my … member?"}

^{"Member?" I laughed. "How is it I have a pussy and you have a member?"}

^{"This is nothing to laugh about," he said. His eyes were serious. "I love you and the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable around me, or even nervous, and certainly not scared."}

^{"Try me," I said, confidently.}

^{"You take it out," he said, softly.}

^{So I dropped to my knees, topless, which made me feel really grown up, by the way, and I tackled his belt and then the button and zipper on his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear so I just grabbed the sides of his pant legs and pulled downwards. His pants fell and there, in front of me, was his … member. It was bobbing up and down and to the sides a little bit. I swallowed and backed up.}

^{"You put that in my mother?" I squeaked.}

^{"Hundreds of times," he said. "She loved it. She still loves it. She says your father feels wonderful in her, but I drive her crazy."}

^{"I can see why," I said. "How long is it?"}

^{"Right now? Maybe eight inches."}

^{"It's as big around as my wrist!"}

^{"That's about right."}

^{"Uncle Bob," I said, looking up at him, "you are not putting that thing in me!"}

^{"If that's what you want, then that's what will happen. Bunny, Honey, you need to believe that nothing will ever happen to you when I'm around unless you actually want it. And to make sure you actually want something, you're going to have to ask for it."}

^{"You mean beg?"}

^{"No. I mean ask, as in, 'May I have a sandwich, Uncle Bob?'"}

^{"There's a huge difference between a sandwich and your … member," I said. Then I grinned. "Huge! Get it?"}

^{"I may ask for some things, too, but you can always say no."}

^{"Like what?" I asked, guardedly.}

^{"I'd love to feel your hands on it," he said. "I know they'd feel fantastic."}

^{That didn't seem scary or too much to ask for, so I reached for his member. I could put both hands around it and there were still a couple of inches sticking out.}

^{"Wow!" I gasped. It was soft and hard and warm all at the same time. The skin under my hands moved and the thick collar of skin that had surrounded the tip, like a turtle neck sweater, thinned and disappeared before my very eyes! I let go and the collar slowly reappeared. I reached and made it disappear again.}

^{"That's my foreskin," he said.}

^{"I've heard of that, but never seen one," I said.}

^{"How many penises have you seen?"}

^{"In person? For real? Just this one and Chad's," I said.}

^{"How is it you've seen Chad's?" he asked.}

^{"Well, we took baths together until we were ten," I said. "And he's not great about remembering to take clothes with him when he takes a shower."}

^{"Have you ever seen his hard, like this?"}

^{"No. His only ever looks like a slug."}

^{"So … you're not afraid of this one?" He grabbed his cock and leaned forward to slap my cheek with it, gently. I leaned back.}

^{"You're not sticking that in me," I said, firmly.}

^{"We can have lots of fun without me putting this in your pretty pussy," he said.}

^{"Like how?" I asked, suspiciously.}

^{"Bunny, do you think I love you?"}

^{"Of course I do," I said.}

^{"And I believe you love me, right?"}

^{"I don't know what you believe but I'll say yes because that's the answer you're looking for. What's going on, Uncle Bob?"}

^{"I just want to establish that we love each other so we can move forward with trust in each other. I want you to trust me, Bunny."}

^{"I do trust you. What makes you think I don't?"}

^{"You seem reluctant to do what I tell you to," he said.}

^{"Now wait just a minute, there, buster," I argued. "What I'm reluctant to do is to let you shove that enormous penis in my teensy, tiny, little pussy. That would make me bleed and I'm not talking about my hymen, which is long gone, by the way."}

^{"Long gone?" His penis twitched and I had what I would learn in my senior years is called an epiphany. He thought I meant I had let some dude fuck me and for some reason that excited him. Now what I have described thus far makes it sound like my relationship with him was all rainbows and unicorns. But remember, I was a teenager and teenagers all have this urge to ride the unicorn once in a while, and unicorns do not like to be ridden. In other words, I got in trouble sometimes and some of the most trouble I got in was pranking Uncle Bob. Like the time I put a cottage cheese carton full of glitter on the top of the door to "his" bedroom at our house. He stays over whenever they play cards and get drunk. So, I put this tub of glitter on top of his door and left the door open a couple of inches. He pushed through the door, like usual, and it went off perfectly. The tub landed upside down on his head and glitter went just everywhere. Uncle Bob had curly hair, kind of longish, but he has a bushy black beard that he loves to tickle my neck with. I guess it took him a month to get all the glitter out of his beard. It didn't wash out and every time he combed it some came out, but only some.}

^{Now, to be honest, it wasn't Uncle Bob who got all pissed off about that. It was my mother. Apparently, glitter doesn't come out of carpets well, either. But Uncle Bob thought it was funny and it gave him the perfect excuse to prank me back, or at least torture me a little. In that specific case he went into my room and stole all my bras. I didn't jiggle all that much but I needed the bras to cover up my nipples, which were hard and sticking out all the time, if I wasn't wearing a bra. I got horribly embarrassed if my nipples were poking through my top and some boy or man saw me. He knew that, so he stole my bras so I couldn't cover up my pokey nipples.}

^{My mother is short like me and busty like me, or I'm short and busty like her. I think I have a big butt but hers sticks out like the rear end of a dually. My dad loves to slap and stroke her butt and she yells at him but only if Chad or me is around. If you haven't figured it out already, Chad is my brother and he's a year younger than me. Anyway, as I was saying, she barks at him if he does that and we can see it, but if she doesn't think we can see it she turns around and puts her arms around his neck and pulls his head down for a kiss. And not just any kiss, either. She kisses him like they kiss in the movies Chad and I are not allowed to see, yet. I know this because I've been to sleepovers and if they are at Claire Jenson's house we get to watch dirty movies in their den. Well, R-rated movies, anyway.}

^{I say all this because my mother is not embarrassed when her very jiggly boobs are not contained in a bra and her nipples poke out like mine. She loves it when the men ogle her. She calls Uncle Bob a pervert whenever he ogles her but she laughs when she says it.}

^{So he stole all my bras and kept them for a whole week. I blamed Chad, at first, but my mom interrogated him and decided he was clueless. So then she accused Uncle Bob, because, like, who else had access to my bra drawer? And you know what he said? He just said one word.}

^"Glitter."

^{My mom leaned back and then giggled. Later, she told me payback is a pain, and that he'd give them back when he thought we were even. My mother sided with him!}

^{He ogled me constantly, even leaning over to say, "Hi, girls," a few times. Mom heard him do that one time and all she said was, "Bobby, she's only fourteen. Act like the grownup in the room!"}

^{"I just did," he said. Then he laughed and gave me a hug out of nowhere. It was hard to stay mad at him and by the time he gave me my bras back I had kind of gotten used to having naked boobs under my shirts. It was summertime, so I didn't have to go to school that way.}

^{Okay, so when Uncle Bob's ginormous penis twitched because he thought my hymen was gone because of sex, I had to prank him.}

^{"Of course it's gone," I said. "I'm eighteen. I've been around horny boys for years. And, once in a while, I get to be in interesting situations. Like at Sally Thomas's house. Her brother is always hanging around our sleepovers, barging in on us when he thinks one of us might be naked."}

^{"So, what I hear you saying is that you've had sex," he said. His voice was lower than usual and it made a shiver go down my spine.}

^{"What if I have?" I said, using my most teenagery pouty voice.}

^{"I would be intensely disappointed," he said.}

^{"Well, sometimes we get disappointed," I said, feeling like I had the upper hand. I didn't know what I had the upper hand of, exactly; I just thought I was winning. "My dad always says to get over stuff, so get over it."}

^{And then the strangest thing happened.}

^{His ginormous cock melted. Right in front of me it just drooped and wasn't hard anymore. It was like it died, or something.}

^{"What's wrong with your thing?" I asked.}

^{"It's getting over it," he said. "We don't have to skinny dip. The surf is looking good today. We should be able to catch some waves."}

^{And just like that it was like he would never ogle me again. I felt like I'd kicked a puppy but I didn't really understand why.}

^{It turned out that I couldn't really surf in the bikini he bought me. Whenever I wiped out the top came off and one time the thong part ended up around my knees.}

^{So I finally took it off and left it in a little sodden pile by my beach towel. I'll tell you this. Surfing in the nude is different. You wouldn't think it would be. I mean a bikini doesn't cover all that much, but when I stood on that board, stark naked, with my legs spread and my arms out, it felt like I was displaying myself naked to the whole world.}

^{Uncle Bob took his trunks off when he saw me surfing nude and grinned at me as we passed on our boards. He had a boner the whole time, which was easy to see when he stood up on his board. It looked funny. And while the water was cool enough to make my nipples rock hard, it didn't seem to make his boner wilt one bit.}

^{Of course, now that I'm older, I know the temperature of the water didn't have anything to do with either my nipples or his cock.}

^{He looked funny enough that when we finally took a break and flopped down on our beach towels, his erection didn't seem so scary anymore. We lay there staring at the clouds for a few minutes and I reached for his hand.}

^{"I love you, Uncle Bob," I said.}

^{"I love you, too, Bunny."}

^{"Why do you call me Bunny?"}

^{"Well, Bonita being shortened to Boney doesn't sound very nice," he said. "And I've known you'd grow up to be beautiful enough to be a Playboy Bunny ever since before you got bumps on your chest. So, Bunny it was."}

^{"Why not call me Bonita? Everybody else does."}

^{"Is our relationship like any you have with anybody else?"}

^{"No," I answered. "I would never lie here naked with any other man."}

^{"And I would never show off my erection so brazenly to any other woman."}

^{"I'm not a woman," I said, feeling funny in the pit of my stomach.}

^{"Sweetheart, you're every bit a woman. Your mind might not be finished maturing, yet, but your body is ready to go to the rodeo."}

^{"What does that mean?"}

^{"It means that cowboys are eager to ride you while you try to buck them off. Sadly, they'll all probably last no longer than eight seconds before you dump their dicks in the dirt."}

^{"Why do you say that?"}

^{"Because, dear Bunny, you are the kind of woman who manufactures premature ejaculations right and left. It's going to take a real man to ride you long enough for you to get tired."}

^{"And I supposed you're that man," I snickered.}

^{"I'd sure as hell try," he sighed, squeezing my hand.}

^{I rolled over. He was still standing tall and I reached to grip him.}

^{"It would kill me," I said.}

^{"It would not," he replied.}

^{"It's too big."}

^{"It is not."}

^{"I'm only eighteen."}

^{"That's true."}

^{I looked from his penis to his face.}

^{"What does that mean?"}

^{"Well, your average Playboy Bunny is viewed through the lens of a man's drive to mate. She looks like the only way she could be more beautiful is if she had a belly swollen up with his child in it. You're a tad bit young to get swollen up like that. The men, of course, would disagree and they'd be more than happy to seed your garden. But I am not like that. I would not want to get you pregnant until you're at least eighteen."}

^{"You want to get me pregnant?" I felt chills run down my spine.}

^{"Only three or four times," he said. "Alas, I was born eighteen years too early."}

^{I moved my hand on his stiff column and watched the foreskin thin and disappear, only to rush right back.}

^{"So let me get this straight. You don't want to just look at me. I mean the bikinis you buy me are eye candy, but what you really want to do is crawl on top of me and pin me down and stick this thing way up inside me and make it spurt until I am pregnant. Is that about right?"}

^{"Give the girl a Kewpie Doll," he said.}

^{"What does that mean?" I groaned.}

^{"A Kewpie Doll was the prize they used to give … never mind. It means you nailed it. Except in our case, I'd be nailing you." He actually giggled.}

^{"It would never fit," I said, again.}

^{"Does that mean you wish it would?" There was something in his voice that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter all over the place.}

^{"I don't know," I said. "I don't know what I want."}

^{"Okay, how about this. You suck on my Popsicle a little while and I'll eat your taco until you cum."}

^{"I know what your Popsicle is, but what's a … oh. I get it. Ewww, Uncle Bob."}

^{"Ewww, the popsicle or ewww the taco?" he asked.}

^{"I pee down there!"}

^{"The ocean just washed both of us nice and clean," he said.}

^{"You'd really do that?" I asked, weakly.}

^{"I can't think of anything else I'd rather do right now," he said. "Well, I can think of one thing, but let's set that aside for now."}

^{I felt like something was trying to bubble its way out of me, but it wasn't like a belch or a fart. I felt like I might float up in the air. But I was gripping his penis and that would keep me from floating off. And then I happened to push down and the head was bared and I thought about popsicles and decided his looked more like a Bomb Pop and that made me giggle because I imagined using food coloring to make him red, white, and blue and all of a sudden I wiggled over there and just put my mouth right over the tip of his Bomb Pop .}

^{I was shocked, and then shocked even more when I realized how good it felt in my mouth! There was maybe the hint of salt but it was the feel of it that made me stop and pause. And then my lips pulled off of it and I licked it and he made this sound that sent more shivers down my spine so I sucked the whole knob again and, all of a sudden, I knew that this thing would go in my pussy one day. It wasn't scary. I just knew it. It was like I knew my mom would make Calamari again some day, which is my favorite food in the whole world. I didn't know when she'd do it, but I knew she'd do it and I knew I'd love it, like always. And thinking about how this thing in my mouth would push up inside my body some day was like that. I didn't know when it would happen, but I knew I'd like it when it did.}

^{I pulled off and looked up at him. He had a dazed look on his face.}

^{"You're going to pop my cherry some day," I said.}

^{"I thought some pimply-faced boy already did that," he said.}

^{"I was only teasing you. I only have a virtual cherry because of tampons but some day you're going to destroy my virtual cherry, which is very much intact."}

^{"Today?" he asked, sounding like a puppy whining to be stroked.}

^{"Not today, but some day," I said.}

^{"That's good enough for me. Now, I'd be happy to lick your pussy right now because if you keep doing what you were doing, I'm gonna cum in your mouth and you might not like that."}

^"Why?"

^{"Some women like the taste and some don't. I think it's about fifty-fifty, though I have no documented studies to back that up."}

^{"What does it taste like?"}

^{"That's the problem," he said. "Different men taste a little different from each other. Diet has something to do with it, and how active you are affects the taste. I've been told if you are sedentary, it makes the semen taste sour, but again, that was just one woman's opinion. What you should probably do is choose a time where you can prepare to get some in your mouth and where you can then decide whether to swallow or spit."}

^{"All my girlfriends say you have to swallow or the guy will call you a slut."}

^{"Any time any boy or man calls you a slut, haul off and knock his dick in the dirt. Any man who says that only wants to use you and doesn't give a shit about how you feel about it. Knock his front teeth out and walk away."}

^{"I'd get arrested," I said.}

^{"Maybe, but you'd get to tell the world he was such a lowlife that he called you that name. Then ask the judge how he'd feel if the boy called his wife that. You might just get away with it. You can always claim that calling a woman that is hate speech. That designation gets bandied about all over the place, these days.”}

^{This was a side of Uncle Bob I had never seen before. Actually, the whole day since he asked me if I wanted to go to his beach house was a whole new side of him. But it wasn't a scary side. I had felt new things and I'm not talking about feeling his dick in my hand and mouth, though those were definitely new. No, what was new was how I felt inside, how his words made me feel about myself … and about him. Now that I'm older I know some people would have accused him of grooming me but I don't believe that's what he was doing. He was just telling me how he felt. He was being honest on an adult level with a girl in her middle teens. And that made me feel like I was much older. He wasn't pushing anything, like boys on dates do. He just told me he was available if I wanted to spread my wings. And at that point in my life he was the only man I loved enough to spread my wings at all with. I loved my dad, but not like that. And I even loved my little brother, but also not like that. Though I knew I could make Chad spurt in his pants if I talked to him like Uncle Bob was talking to me. And that wouldn't be fair, because I knew I'd never suck Chad's cock. Chad was a one-woman man, even back then, and I did not need to be the one woman he fell in love with.}

^{So things were changing for me. And part of what made that weird was because it was pretty obvious that Uncle Bob had felt "that way" about me for quite a while. He had been calling me Bunny since I was eleven. And while I'd seen him ogle me these last few years, I had no idea what he was thinking as he did it.}

^{Now I did. Now I knew Uncle Bob wanted to make babies with me!}

^{I had no idea how to process that, so I just went back to sucking on his Bomb Pop until he started thrusting his hips around and saying "Bunny!" over and over until it sounded like a warning instead of just my name and it was about then that I got some real taste for the first time. It was musky, like the aftershave my mom likes my dad to wear, kind of earthy, and at the same time it was salty, but not like that initial taste of salt I got that was just the ocean on his skin. And there was the hint of something sweet, too. It wasn't icky at all, and it made me suck harder.}

^{"I'm gonna cum, Bunny!" he croaked. "Pull off and I'll shoot it in the sand."}

^{Well, I decided I didn't want him to shoot it in the sand. I was feeling very grown up right about then. Here was this hunky man I loved, and who I knew could have any woman he wanted, and he was choosing to let me suck him and I wasn't going to waste this chance to do what some of my girlfriends claimed to have done. Granted, Carly and Julie said it was nasty, but Lynne and Tiffany said they loved it. So it was fifty-fifty, like he had said, and I already had a preview and I was pretty sure I was going to come down on the side that loved sucking my uncle's cock. You know what I mean. Lynne and Tiffany would never get the chance to suck Uncle Bob's cock. I'd make sure of that. His cock was mine!}

^{And then I found out that the little taste I'd gotten was just a hint of what he would serve up. All of the tastes were suddenly much, much stronger and my cheeks, which had barely been able to stretch around his Bomb Pop, didn't have room for everything he fired off, so it started spurting out all around my lips, going everywhere and making a huge mess. But it was delicious! I mean it. It could compete with Calamari any day. So I swallowed as much as I could and then held his cock with one hand like it was a game controller, moving it from side to side while I sucked and licked up the mess. He started laughing and stroked my hair until I was just licking his skin to lick his skin. Then he sat up and pushed me onto my back and he was on me like a lion. I didn't have a chance to even think about it before his hands were spreading my knees apart and his face was buried in my cunny and he started giving me the most luscious feelings I had ever felt. It felt so good I couldn't tease him anymore and I squealed that I was still a virgin and had never had sex. I diddled myself pretty regularly and I knew how to abuse my clit to make myself cum hard, but what he did wasn't even in that ball park. He said he was very glad to hear that and then he went back to driving me crazy. I didn't know what to do or how to feel until he bit my clitty. He bit it! With his teeth!}

^{And an orgasm came out of the waves and made me wipe out before I could get any air in my lungs. I tumbled and tumbled, but the sand didn't beat me up or scrape my skin. Instead that thing that had been inflating inside me burst and I felt like little pieces of me were flying out to the stars.}

^{It went on long enough that, without that breath of air I needed, everything went black.}

^{Yup. I passed out the very first time I got my taco eaten.}

^{Chapter Two}

^{I wasn't out very long. I came to with Uncle Bob holding me, asking me if I was okay. I said I was and he helped me back to the beach house. I left my bikini on the sand and he went and got it later.}

^{He was worried about me but I insisted I was okay. Then, for some reason I felt weird naked, so I asked if I could put some clothes on.}

^{"Of course you can," he said. "I'll get dressed, too."}

^{That's when I noticed he wasn't stiff anymore, and now his penis was hanging and swinging around as he moved.}

^{"Okay. Thanks," I said.}

^{I didn't really mind that he was naked, but I could tell he was a little freaked out. So, I put some clothes on and so did he and then I hugged him really tight.}

^{"I'm really okay," I said.}

^{"You scared the crap out of me," he said, hugging me back.}

^{"I think you made me feel too good," I said. "The only way I ever came before was with my fingers and you … um … I'm not sure I can remember except I remember thinking I was going to float up into the sky."
"Well, I'm glad I made you feel good," he said, "but maybe next time we'll go slower and talk about how you feel while it's going on."}

^{"So, there's going to be a next time?" I asked.}

^{"I hope so. Do you not want that?"}

^{"No, I do," I said, quickly. "I liked it, or at least I think I liked it. I remember feeling really good before everything went black."}

^{"I was so scared," he said.}

^{"I'm fine, Uncle Bob," I said. "I really liked sucking your beautiful penis. I'll do that any time you want me to."}

^{"Good grief," he said. "What am I going to do with you?"}

^{"Well, you can feed me, for one thing. I'm starving," I said.}

^{He got his keys and billfold and we got in his car. He drove into Tipton, which is the closest town to his beach house. It was about a twenty-minute drive. They had a steak house there, which was something I had never been to. In our house we don't eat steaks. We eat hamburger. But he said I could have anything on the menu so I had a New York strip steak and a baked potato and green beans. It was so delicious. He kept staring at me and finally I said, "Look. I'm okay. I'm fine. We're staying here all night, right?"}

^{"Yeah," he said.}

^{"Well, can I sleep with you?"}

^{"Really? Do you think that's a good idea?"}

^{"I'd kind of like to find out what it's like when you don't pass out," I said.}

^{"If I wake up in the middle of the night with a warm, naked woman in bed with me, I might try to do the wrong thing," he said.}

^{"I'm pretty sure I can fight you off if it comes to that," I said.}

^{"I love you, Bunny."}

^{"I know that, and I'm really glad you do. I love you heaps and bunches, too."}

^{"I'm really glad," he said. "If you hated me my life would be really sad."}

^{I sat up straighter.}

^{"Hey! I remember something!" I said, probably too loud. We were in a U-shaped booth but there were people on the other side of us.}

^{"Okay," he said. "What's that?"}

^{"You bit me!" I said in a stage whisper.}

^{"I did?"}

^{"Yes, you bit my …" I looked around. I didn't see anybody but I wasn't going to say the next part out loud. So, I scooted close to him and cupped my hands around his ear. I whispered, "You bit my clitty!"}

^{"You have a really large one," he said. "It's going to be a source of real pleasure in the future."}

^{"It's already a source of real pleasure," I said. "I never bit it before, though."}

^{He grinned.}

^{"It would be fun to watch you try," he said.}

^{"I think that's what was too much."}

^{"So, you don't want me to do that again?"}

^{"No. I just think you need to warn me first."}

^{"I can do that."}

^{"Can you do that tonight?"}

^{"Bunny, if you sleep with me you're playing with fire," he said, softly.}

^{"I'm not worried about that," I said.}

^{"Well, I am. I'm worried that my own control will be weak. You need to lose your virginity with a man you love and can actually marry."}

^{"I know how to make you soft and if I have to do it several times that will be just fine with me," I said. “And, by the way, while your antiquated concept of sexual maturation is cute, I’m not going to meet the man I might marry for at least five or six years, and I’m not staying a virgin that long. I’m just not. So get over it. You won’t put that thing in me until I beg for it, remember?”}