I pulled up in front of my sister's house right at 8:30. Glancing at their front bay window, I spotted a beaming face staring out from between the drapes. That sight only lasted a split second. When she noticed the car park, the head disappeared, only to reappear moments later as she flew out the front door.
"Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!" the girl yelled, loud enough to wake the neighborhood. "You're here. Now we can leave." She took a deep breath. "Well, let's get going."
"Wait a second, Pumpkin," I said. "Didn't you forget something?"
"What?" asked the excited preteen girl.
"First, you owe me a hug." She practically jumped into my arms as she wrapped hers around my burly body in a bear hug. After she relaxed the embrace, I continued. "Second, you need to let me look at you."
"Ok." She gave me one of those 'If you must' looks as she posed with her clenched fists dug into her hips. My little niece no longer deserved the nickname Pumpkin. Since the last time I saw her at Christmas, she'd shed the last of her baby fat while sprouting up a half foot. Her long red hair hung down her back in a pair of French braids, courtesy of her mother, no doubt. Those long legs no longer looked like twigs just waiting to snap at a moment's notice. They extended from the hem of her bright yellow long tee shirt, all that soccer play strengthening them.
Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly. I had always been a sucker for long bare legs. Oh yes. Missy had turned into a pretty nubile fox.
"Satisfied?" she asked. "Now can we go?"
"Didn't you forget the most important thing?" She looked at me quizzically. "Where's your mother?"
"Oh, yeah." The girl twirled around to return to the house just as the door opened. A maxi-me version of my niece emerged, this one dressed in a frilly lilac sundress showing off those same long legs and braided red hair. She carried two small overnight bags.
"Hey big brother," she called out. "Will you help me with these?"
"Sure," I replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek as I grabbed the bags from her.
"And you, Missy," she continued, looking at her daughter. "Go in and pee before we get on the road."
"But Mom…"
"You remember how long the trip was. Dave isn't going to want to stop before we get there."
Rolling her eyes, "All right," my niece said, stomping off and slamming the door as she headed back into the house.
"A little hard on her, weren't you, Daphne?"
My sister shook her head. "Last month, when we went up there with her classmate, Jessie, we stopped twice, once for each girl. Jessie's mother almost had a conniption the second time. Luckily, once we got to the resort, I was able to…smooth things out. We ended up having a great time."
A smile crossed her lips. I could only guess where those lips had gone.
"Thanks for driving us today, Dave."
"No prob, Sis." I nodded toward the house. "She is growing up."
"Missy is a year closer to being a teenager. I'm not sure I'm ready to cross that bridge. Not as a single mom." She giggled. "I remember turning eleven and how much of an ass I was. Between the two of us, we drove Mom to the bottle."
Those memories brought a smile to my face along with a bit of a blush. "Don't worry. You always have me to lean on."
"I know," she said. Daphne looked at me with those sapphire eyes she inherited from our mother and passed on to Missy. "I know we do."
The hour drive passed uneventfully with little conversation between the three of us. Daphne spent the time daydreaming, the long hours at the hospital taking their toll on my favorite nurse. In the backseat, Missy rocked out to something blasting through her ear buds. I spent the time avoiding unruly drivers while taking in the sights on the scenic byway, not to mention the beauty sitting behind me.
Through my mirror, I studied my niece, no longer a girl, not yet a woman. She began her blossoming, standing at the precipice of adulthood and ready to break hearts. Oh, to be young again.
Almost like it snuck up on us, I caught the first billboard for our destination. The tagline of 'Ten Miles to the Ultimate Relaxation' made my heart skip a beat. Or maybe it was the skimpily clad babes. Billboards at five and two miles proclaimed the same message with less clothes showing. Finally the turn ahead sign displayed only three bare backs pointing to the right.
Missy had noticed the signs also. The ear buds were stowed, and she began bouncing in her seat. I feared the seat belts meant to restrain an 800-pound gorilla were about to break.
"Almost there," I said as we wheeled onto the private entrance road.
"Maybe we should turn around," said Daphne.
"You do, and I'll never speak to you again," came the response from the backseat.
Not an idle threat, I thought. "No worries, Missy. We're here."
I approached the huge stone building in the midst of the green forest. Back in civilization, it would have taken up a full city block. Through a break in the trees we could see another structure, this one more futuristic with its glass geodesic design. The place that could hold three football fields must be where they housed the attractions.
We definitely had arrived.
Dragging our bags while the valet parked the car, the three of us entered the cavernous lobby. I stared at the three tiers of balconies above us with a view out the gigantic panes of glass forming the front of the building.
"Wow," passed the lips of our preteen, the word stretched to seventeen seconds long. Her eyes opened wider than ever as she glanced around.
Taking the lead, Daphne shepherded us to the registration desk. "Welcome to the Calamari Resort and Spa," said a girl in a salmon-colored polo shirt from behind the desk. The desk sign next to her identified her as Sherry. "How may I help you?"
With my eyes as wide as Missy's, I scanned the clerk's visible body from the long brown ponytail down to the silver chain link belt. I paid close attention to the smallish yet pert breasts sticking out, capped by a pair of erect nipples. The girl must have forgotten an undergarment when dressing. Not that I was complaining.
I wanted so badly to say just how she could help me. I also knew the swift and painful demise my sister would inflict if I even hinted at the suggestion in front of an eleven year-old girl. Down boy, I thought.
"We're the Farmers," said Daphne, rescuing me from the silence.
"Oh yes, I have the reservation right here."
"Can we see out the front windows from our balcony?" asked my niece.
"No, sorry," said the clerk. "It has a view of the pool instead." While Missy appeared bummed out by that news, I perked up. "However," Sherry continued. "The room is not yet made up. The staff should release it about noon. If you leave your bags with us, the boys will take them up for you. Until then, you can use the rest of our facilities."
"That would be fine," said my sister, taking out her credit card and signing the registration card.
While she did that, I turned away from the desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a blur. A small child, younger than Missy, streaked from the elevators toward the back exit doors. When I say streaked, I meant it literally. The six-year-old ran the distance without a stitch of clothing on. His parents followed, each in a bathing suit and carrying a towel.
I blinked twice, not believing the parents would let their son run through the lobby like that.
The strangest part was the boy running past two other families returning from the amusement section. Neither group gave the bare boy a second glance.
"We're registered," said Daphne, shocking me back to reality. "We just need to pick up our park wristbands from the concierge. And if you don't mind, I scheduled a … a massage for the morning."
"You deserve it, Sis. Don't worry. Your daughter will be in my loving care."
"I'm counting on it," she answered.
The concierge desk was staffed by another young girl, dressed in a similar fashion as the registration clerk, right down to the missing bra. The main difference was a mop of dirty blonde hair barely reaching her collar.
Once again my mind fantasized how she could service me. It had been too long between girlfriends.
"Here you go," said the girl, her nametag proclaiming her as Brandy. She wrapped one of the white plastic strips around each of our left wrists. Not unlike the all-day ride strips from the local carnival, these also featured a round disk the size of a watch that faced inward just under the wrist. Brandy tightened it until it almost dug into the skin. "You don't want it snagging on the slides."
With contact with our flesh, the white strip changed colors. Mine turned light blue, while Daphne's became a light purple. However, Missy's grew darker and darker, settling in a forest green. "Those are mood straps," said Brandy. "The sensors detect things about your body. Think nothing of it."
Hers was a light orange. Strange that a resort employee needed an amusement pass.
"Now, enjoy the facility." With a smile Brandy sent us on our way.
Missy grabbed my hand and started dragging me toward the back exit doors. "See you later," I shouted to Daphne as we disappeared outside.
Whether I wanted it to or not, the Adventure had begun, one I'd never forget.
The Calamari Resort consisted of two water venues along with their spa/exercise building. No way was I going to venture into that last place. I left that for fitness freaks like my sister. Instead, Missy and I searched for water.
We found a huge outdoor pool adjacent to the hotel building. Any other weekend, we'd be sunning ourselves on the deckchairs surrounding it. But I didn't drive all that way just for a tan. No, Missy and I craved the unique. The glass-domed pavilion provided that.
Built to cover a manmade lake the size of three football fields, a dozen or two slides of various lengths and heights deposited riders in the shallow basin. When you couple that with flotation rides, we knew exactly where to spend our time.
The pool area did have one nice feature, a row of lockers coordinated with the room. Our wristbands served as our key, a very convenient feature.
As we stripped out of our travel clothes, revealing our swimsuits, I glanced at the pool area. A couple of families fanned out around it. Some swam while others engaged in water gun battles. At the far end, about a dozen teens engaged in a water volleyball match. Too rough for me.
"Sure you don't want to stay here?" I asked.
Missy gave me the dirtiest look. "I can swim anytime. Let's start sliding."
With Missy out of her oversized tee, I caught sight of her suit: a white nylon bikini with a few dark purple polka dots. I knew the material, sure to be translucent at the first application of water on it. Not that it mattered. The triangles barely covered even her tiny breasts while the bottom likewise left little unexposed.
"Like my new suit, Uncle Dave?" she asked so innocently. "Mom let me pick it out by myself."
Where was Daphne's sense of decency? I thought. But my next thought was more forgiving. Isn't Missy so beautiful? Aloud, I compromised. "Nice, I guess."
Satisfied with my answer, we walked toward the inner tube distributor. Instead of hiking to the pavilion, we could use those to float on the stream connecting the two areas. I was all for relaxation.
Sitting in the tube at the water's edge, a staff member gave us a little shove to enter the current. I held Missy's hand, hoping to calm any fear she might have. This proved unnecessary as the gentle flow practically put me to sleep.
Along the waterway, you could beach the tube and enjoy the grassy cutouts. Several families had paused during their journeys by doing just that. The first family I saw was the one from the lobby. Not only did the young son run around au natural but both the mother and father had shed their suits also. I couldn't help but stare at the woman with her fine rack exposed. I barely noticed the man lying flat on the ground, his tower pointing toward the clouds.
"She's pretty, isn't she?" asked the voice from the other tube.
"Yeah, I guess," I stammered, almost forgetting she held my hand. I quickly averted my gaze.
We drifted a few moments in silence before she asked, "So does yours look like that?"
"Ah, yeah, sort of, I guess." I sounded drunk or a complete idiot.
I wanted to leave it like that, but Missy asked another question. "Is it that big?"
"I didn't pay that close attention."
"Well, I hope to find out sometime." Then she added a final word. "Soon."
More drifting in silence. This time, I blushed enough to mimic a sunburn.
We passed several more families, some clothed and others not so much. Some were engaged in innocent activities while others had more intimate contact. It took several twists of the river to realize my naive little niece was ogling the same erotic views I was salivating over.
"Ah, Missy," I started.
"What's wrong, Uncle Dave?"
"Well, it's just…" I gestured toward the shore.
"Aren't they beautiful?" That wasn't the word I would have used. "They look so natural, enjoying themselves like this," she continued. "Don't you wish you were so…free? I know I do."
I couldn't respond. Words to express my feelings evaded my mouth. Any other day I'd be raising holy hell over the lack of appropriate behavior. But for the moment, I dreamed about joining them.
I glanced down at my wristband. I could swear it was a shade or two darker. Probably just a difference in the light and shadows.
Before I could express my feelings, we came upon the plastic flaps separating the dome from the outside. Perhaps the hedonistic attitude ended there.
My Puritanical wish became dashed as the inner tubes entered the dock area. If anything, being inside removed all sensibilities. Even the crew members wrangling the returning floats wore nothing. Well, they did sport Calamari visors, but nothing below the neck, save for their yellow wristbands. My jaw dropped at the sight.
The female wrangler featured a pair of perfect perky breasts, the kind you dreamed about, not too big, not too small. And certainly not the mega-hooters air-brushed onto girls in men's magazines. She had shaved or waxed every follicle back to her preteen appearance.
The two males were hairier, as though they bathed in Rogaine. Only the long appendage hanging from their groin looked unscathed. I was jealous of their swinging baby makers.
Trying to hide my arousal, I glanced at Missy. Her left immature tit had ventured from the inadequate top. The puffy pink nipple pointed right at me, daring me to suck on it.
"Ah, Missy, do you want to do something about that?" I gestured at her chest.
"Oh, yeah. Good idea." To my surprise, she reached behind her back and undid the knot. Then she deftly pulled it over her head and dropped it in a barrel. "I didn't like it that much anyhow." She stood there, massaging the lemon-sided mounds that just won their freedom.
I wanted to say something, but my mind heard a voice. "She stands before you in her natural state. She is perfect this way. Allow her to be free."
I realized the voice had been teaching me these lessons for a while. I accepted the teachings as real.
"You look beautiful," I said unexpectedly.
My niece blushed, not from her lack of covering, but from my approval. "Thanks, Uncle Dave. Now let's find something to ride."
For the next hour or two, we hopped from attraction to attraction. I followed Missy up the ladders, my nose inevitably stopping right behind her ass crack. I fought the urge to pull the material aside and lick the nether region.
We slid down the smaller slide in tandem, she in my lap, and me cupping her budding tits, protecting them I tried to make myself believe. Every touch elicited a soft moan from at least one of us.
When we landed, the lukewarm water acted like a cold shower, calming my raging erection from feeling her body rubbing against mine. The effect lasted only a little while with the period shortening with each slide. By the sixth, I could no longer hide the tenting. Her reaction, I couldn't judge, though a few times I felt her shudder in my arms just before we dropped.
After a while, I no longer noticed the other guests. My whole attention focused on my sister's child. Also fading was the concept of incest being wrong. Instead, a cloud of lust began to consume me.
"Uncle Dave." Her voice jerked me back to reality.
"Yes, Missy?"
"I'm getting hungry."
"Me, too. Let's dry off and get some burgers."
We found a food court and ordered lunch. I was both disappointed and relieved that the servers wore clothes. I guess food preparation regulations do take precedence.
After ordering, we found a table overlooking the 'Catch Basin'. Actually, it was the shallow pond where the slides emptied into. While we waited, we observed the other guests, most by now having shed at least part of their swimsuits. Missy claimed she couldn't see, so climbed onto my lap. She called the new perch an improvement, especially as she dug her ass into it.
A cute blonde server brought the food. Skyy, as per her nametag, appeared to be only a year or so older than my niece. When she smiled, her braces glimmered back.
"That's a pretty name," I said. "Unusual spelling."
"Thanks. I guess my mom spent too much time at bars."
"Aren't you a little young to be working?"
"I'm twelve," she said. "All the girls who attend the school here have some kind of work to help with the tuition. But it's worth it. During the week, we get to have the run of the place."
As she walked away, Missy said, "Wouldn't that be grand? I'd love to live here, even if I had to work."
I chuckled. This was a girl who couldn't even make her bed every day.
After a leisurely lunch, we decided to let the food digest. No wanting to endure stomach cramps, we stayed off the slides, instead taking a group tubing trip, figuring we could tolerate that.
With the float designed to seat up to six, we joined another pair, a mother and her ten year-old daughter. Marcie, the young mom, and Becky both lost their bikini tops along the way. With that on my mind, I barely noticed the twists and turns as the float careened down the mountain creek that ran around the periphery of the dome. Had it not been for the waterfall finale drenching me with a ton office cold water, I might have been in a trance for the rest of the day.
As we disembarked, Marcie pulled me aside and kissed me. "That's for protecting us along the way. We practically live here, and you are the best traveler we've run into."
"Thanks," I said blushing like a schoolgirl. I didn't want to say how beautiful I found her tits, or how much I lusted for her daughter. I wanted to avoid prison at all costs.
While we had that moment, the girls were off, plotting on their own. Missy came over and tugged on my swimsuit. "Uncle Dave, Becky wants to go on the tall slide, but her mom never wants to. Will you take us?"
"Ah, well, I guess." I looked at that tower, almost reaching the top of the dome.
Seconds later the four of us stood in the longest line on the property. It wound around several other areas including the kiddie sandbox. There, four or five naked kids about kindergarten age dug in the sand and made castles. My eyes fixated on one little girl using her bucket as a throne and trying to bury her brother.
"Does it make you want one of your own?" asked Marcie.
"To raise?"
"Unless you had something else in mind," she answered with a mischievous smile. She knew exactly how to make me blush.
Little by little we made our way to the slide. Several times my hand brushed against Becky's chest. The first I thought my fault, but the others she instigated. I realized too late the game she played.
As we climbed the final ladder, I noticed Becky's wristband colored dark green like Missy's. Mine appeared yet another shade darker while Marcie sported one in an olive. I wanted to ask her about the colors since they practically lived there, but my mind went blank as I turned to her.
At the top, the crew members prepared the sliders for their journey. Either one or two could step onto the platform to descend in one of four vertical slides, or you could take the chicken way: a long spiraling slide. My brave little niece joined Marcie on the latter. Becky and I stepped into Tube Three.
She pressed her face tightly against my less than six pack abs and held on for dear life. I grasped her shoulder blades gingerly. "I'm scared, Dave," she said.
"I'm with you," I said just as the platform popped.
The drop lasted an eternity. I hadn't held a girl that closely and not been having sex. Then I felt the curve of the tube, and we shot out into the basin.
It took a second to gather my thoughts and pull Becky out of the landing area for the next slider. We waded ashore and then hunted for our family members. While we walked, my brain urged me to skip the reunion and run off with the girl hanging on my hand.
Reason prevailed and we located Missy and Marcie with huge smiles on their faces.
"Hey, Chickens," I called out. Becky let go of my hand and jumped into her mother's arms.
After a moment to exchange girls, Marcie said, "Thank you, Dave for taking her down the chute. I hate to say this, but we have an appointment. Perhaps we could meet for dinner tonight."
After exchanging room numbers and one last kiss, we watched the pair disappear from view.
"You know, Uncle Dave. She wants to have sex with you later."
"Who? Marcie?"
"No, silly. Becky. She said she wants you to be her first." Missy now sported that same mischievous smile. "And I don't blame her in the least."
My jaw dropped. I wasn't sure why. Was it the ten year old lusting for me? Or maybe the eleven year old telling me about it? Or maybe my foggy brain wanting it so bad it hurt to see her walk away.
With the words echoing in my head, Missy and I resumed our tour of the more reasonably sized slides. One after the other, I began to lose track, thinking more about preteen vixens. Up and down mixed with in and out until…
I climbed a ladder, following Missy as I had all day. This time, I came face to face with a bare ass. With my mind totally perverted, I leaned forward and kissed it, running my tongue between her cheeks.
Without reaction, she continued up, and we took our usual positions, plunging into the water yet again. This time after we waded to shore, Missy turned to me. "Like what you saw, Uncle Dave?"
"Yes, but what became of your bottoms?"
"I got tired of them being soggy. So I ditched them about three slides ago. You didn't even notice. Are you mad?"
I knew I should disapprove, it being the responsible adult thing to do. Her mother was probably going to kill me if I didn't. But I loved, Loved, LOVED, seeing my little niece this way. So instead of the right thing, I just put on a goofy smile.
Without another word, she took my hand and walked me to the inner tube station. Commandeering a pair, we entered the river again and floated out of the building.
I figured we were headed for the hotel room, this being a good time to change and perhaps rest from all the excitement. She had other plans. At the first uninhabited grassy cutout, she beached her tube. Reluctantly, I did the same.
"Come on, Uncle Dave," she said motioning me a little closer to the shrubs.
"Here?" I asked. "In front of everyone?"
"I want to have witnesses to giving my first real orgasm."
With a smile, she knelt in front of me. Hooking her thumbs in my waistband, she raked the swimsuit down my legs. Being wet most of the day, the suit refused to cooperate, so I helped a little. The gesture was so sweet and yet so erotic.
As the band passed the tip of my manhood, the engorged cock popped up, surprising Missy. With a giggle, she kissed the tip gingerly while finishing her disrobing of me. The illusion of her innocence disappeared as she licked and sucked on it. "I did some homework," she said as she took a breath.
To be honest, it wasn't the best technique I'd ever witnessed, but with practice, she'd be great. I was more than willing to be her guinea pig while she improved.
"I'm cumming," I said, thinking she wanted a warning. I wasn't sure if she even knew what I meant. Nevertheless, she surprised me by pushing it farther in so I shot into the back of her throat.
We collapsed onto the grass, kissing as we recovered. "That was fun," she said as we cuddled. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Of course. You knew how to make me feel good." I thought for a moment and asked, "Had you done that before?"
"Yeah, with Jeffy at Christmas."
I looked at her. "The preacher's kid?" She nodded with a smile. "And did you do anything else?" This time she shook her head no.
Missy gave me another kiss and said, "Uncle Dave, can we fuck now?"
"Here?" I should have known what the answer would be.
Missy pushed me onto my back and began to lick my member to life. My reaction was an erection even bigger than the last one. Even the thought of preteen nookie will do that to you, especially with the prospect of deflowering her.
With my recovery complete, she straddled my hips and guided herself for docking. "Mom said this is the best position for control."
Your mother? My sister? The thoughts crossed my brain, but only for a second. As she touched the tip to her slit, my brain gave up civility. Then I felt her enclosing me.
With the first contact, I heard two muffled voices from the river. I froze, but only until I heard the only voice that mattered. "Keep going, Uncle Dave."
Drowning out all other thoughts, I pressed upward into the tightest pussy I ever felt. Even with all that resistance, I made progress as she became impaled on me. My sensibilities flew out the window as I bottomed out. There she rested for the moment.
I waited until she began moving, any discomfort gone for the moment. We started the movement, timing it to the lapping water from the river. I massaged her ass and anything I could reach. Before long, a different wave overtook her. Sensing her orgasm, I released my seed, sending it deep inside.
I held her tight, wanting to remain inside her as long as I could.
"I love you, Uncle Dave," she whispered as she collapsed onto my stomach.
"I love you too, Missy." I found myself in even less control than my niece.
After more than a few minutes, we crawled back to the inner tubes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," I said quietly.
"No prob, Uncle Dave," she said, giving me a kiss. "It will go away. Besides, I'm not a little girl anymore. Now, I'm a woman."
Back in the inner tubes, we drifted down the Lazy River, skipping the landing area at both the hotel and the pavilion. As we passed that grassy hollow, she took my hand. I knew that patch, now soiled with our fluids would always be Hallowed Ground for her.
As we approached the hotel for the second time, she said, "Let's go to the room."
After nodding my agreement, I guided our floats to the landing area. Gingerly, I helped her out and supported her as we walked to the lockers to retrieve our possessions and then into the lobby.
Even though we had clothes, both of us carried them as we headed across to the elevators. Two newly-arrived families stared at us, the mother with a bit of disdain and the father (and two young kids) with a bit of envy.
As we got on the elevator, the family getting off barely noticed us. I glanced at their two twin girls almost Missy's age in their dry swimsuits and undressed them mentally, much like I supposed they would do physically to themselves.
Upstairs, we located our room. As I extended my wristband to unlock the door, I noticed the dark blue had veins of deep red running through it. Likewise, the forest green strap on Missy's wrist had similar streaks of red.
As we entered the room, I noted only a single king-sized bed waiting for us. Three people on one bed meant only one thing. But I was too tired to contemplate what that might be.
Missy flopped onto the middle of the comforter, and I selected a place on the very edge. With a giggle, she rolled into my arms. "Hold me, Uncle Dave."
"Ok, Pumpkin."
"For the rest of my life," she added as her eyes closed in sleep.
"Gladly," I whispered as I joined her.