Becca & Uncle Ken go to a resort (Chapter 1)

Day 1

It had been a long drive. We’d left the city nearly five hours ago, and while the scenery had been beautiful and the snacks had been great, I was so excited to check out the resort. It was hidden from civilization by thick forests, miles from any other businesses, homes, or even farms.

“I think this is the turn,” Uncle Ken said, pointing to the right, where an enormous wrought iron electric gate stood. He pulled in to the gate and saw a little key pad and speaker, so he rolled down his window and reached out to press the call button.

“Hello!” a cheery voice called out. “Can I help you?”

“Hello,” Uncle Ken responded. “Ken Thomas checking in.”

“Wonderful, welcome! Please follow the road to the resort.” There was a low buzz and the gate began to move.

“This place certainly takes security seriously,” Uncle Ken joked.

“Maybe it’s to keep bears out,” I said, giggling a little.

We followed the road for nearly five minutes before the trees began to thin out and we spotted the hotel looming ahead of us. Uncle Ken brought the car to a stop in front of the front door and a valet jogged over to the car, immediately opening the passenger door for me to step out.

“Welcome!” he cried. The valet looked about my age – 18 and fresh out of high school – with a wide smile. He eyed me up and down and I felt a blush bloom on my cheeks at the blatant appreciation. Then he shot a look at Uncle Ken over the top of the car and winked at him. “You two can head straight in to check-in to your home away from home for the next few days.”

“Thank you, we’re so excited!” I said, smiling at him.

Uncle Ken tossed the valet the car keys and started towards the trunk of the car to get their suitcases.

“Oh, no Mr. Thompson,” the valet said. “We’ll handle your bags and will have them waiting in your room.” He let himself into the car and drove it away, disappearing into the trees again.

“This place looks so beautiful,” I said, gazing up at the resort.

“I know,” he replied. “I didn’t do much research on it, but from the reviews I read, people love it here. You worked so hard to graduate with honours, you deserve a treat.” He smiled at me and I felt something warm bloom in my chest. I was so lucky to have an uncle as generous and kind as Ken. He had showed up at my graduation ceremony to cheer me on from the crowd and immediately after, surprised me with a trip to some “hidden gem” deep in the wilderness. I could not wait for three full days of swimming in the resort’s pool, eating great food, reading my book, and hanging out with Uncle Ken.

Uncle Ken nudged me out of my thoughts and said, “Let’s go check in.”

“Yes! Let’s go. I can’t wait to explore the resort. Can we go swimming once we’ve unpacked?”

“We can do whatever you want. I want you to have an amazing time.” He placed his hand in the middle of my back and began to guide me forward, through the automatic sliding glass doors and into the resort lobby.

The reception area was completely empty except for a single woman standing at a desk in the centre of a luxurious room, smiling widely at us as we approached. “Hello!” she exclaimed. “You must be Ken and Becca – welcome to our exclusive resort.” She winked at us and ran her eyes over both of our bodies. I almost laughed. We’d been here for less than five minutes and already we’d both been checked out by two people, it was extremely flattering.

“Hi,” Uncle Ken said, returning her smile easily. “We’re excited to be here.”

“I bet,” the concierge responded, shooting me another smile. “Before we get started, I’ll need you both to turn over your phones.”

“Our phones?” Uncle Ken asked.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, but it’s policy that we don’t allow our guests to keep their phones for the duration of their stay. If you have a camera, you’ll have to hand that over as well.”

“Why?” I asked, curiously. This was such a beautiful resort, I couldn’t imagine not being able to take any photos of the property or the forests or the pool.

“It’s for the privacy of our guests,” the concierge explained. “It’s very important that everyone feel safe and confident that their confidentiality is being maintained.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Uncle Ken said, glancing at me. He pulled his cellphone from the front pocket of his jeans and placed it on the counter. I reached into my purse and withdrew mine as well, putting it down beside Uncle Ken’s. The concierge smiled wide. “Wonderful, thank you.” She turned her attention to the computer in front of her and pulled two hotel room keys from a drawer, sliding them across the counter. “Your room is on the sixth floor,” she said. “621. And you have a lovely view of the pool.”

“I’m sorry,” Uncle Ken said. “We should have two rooms.”

The concierge raised one eyebrow and glanced back down at the computer screen. “No sir, I’m sorry but I’m only seeing a single room on your reservation.”

“There must be a mistake.”

“Well unfortunately, we are fully booked at this time so it won’t be possible to book a second room. Will that be okay?”

Uncle Ken sighed, exasperated, and turned to me. “What do you think?”

I shrugged. “It’s okay with me, Uncle Ken.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re already here,” I said. “And it was such a long drive. Besides, it’s only for a few days.”

Uncle Ken turned back to the concierge and said, “Okay, I guess that’s fine.”

The woman smiled. “You’ve made a great choice! All our guests love it here and I’m sure you’ll be no exception.” She winked again. “Keep an open mind and you’ll have an amazing time.”

I returned her smile and leaned into Uncle Ken a little bit. “Can’t wait!”

She placed a pamphlet on the counter face down next to our keys and said, “Have fun you two.” Uncle Ken snagged both from the counter, handed me the pamphlet without looking at it, and we turned to head towards the elevator bank.

“She was a bit odd, don’t you think?” Uncle Ken whispered to me.

“A little bit,” I whispered back. “But she seemed really nice too. I wonder what she meant about keeping an open mind.”

“Yeah, I have no idea,” he said. He pressed the call button for the elevator and the doors slid open immediately, allowing us to step inside. “I guess we’ll find out.” He smiled and glanced down at my hands. “She gave us a pamphlet too, right? How about we see what the resort has to offer.”

“Let’s see!” I turned the pamphlet over in my hands and my eyes scanned the front page, looking at a collage of pictures of the resort grounds and a large pool the wound along the entire back side of the property. “Oh wow, it’s so beautiful here.” I opened the flap of the pamphlet and an image of a naked man and a young woman stared back at me. “Oh my goodness,” I said, closing the page again quickly.

“What is it?” Uncle Ken asked, glancing down.

I handed him the paper wordlessly and watched him open it again. He gasped. “What?”

I snuck another glance at the pamphlet clenched in his hands and read the accompanying text. Welcome to our very exclusive family sex report! We know the naughty side of you will love it here. We promise complete discretion so go on – let your hair down and have the time of your lives.

There was a schedule on the next page that promoted the events taking place daily around the resort with names like Saturday Sibling Suckfest, Oral Cousins, and Family Fucking Friday.

When I looked back up at Uncle Ken, I saw that his face was white. “Oh god Becca,” he said quietly.

“Did you… did you know about this?” I asked.

“No!” he exclaimed. “I’d never have booked if I’d known. I’m so sorry. I— I can’t believe this.” He flipped through the pamphlet in shock and we both gazed down at pictures of couples in various states of undress and sexual activity.

“I guess this is why she told us to have an open mind,” I said quietly, somehow unable to tear my eyes away from the glossy pages.

“Yeah,” Uncle Ken agreed. He closed the thin booklet as the elevator came to a stop on our floor. We stepped out and stopped, staring at each other. “What do we do now?” he asked.

I thought about it for a long moment. While I was technically a virgin, I was no prude. Sex parties weren’t totally uncommon at my high school and I’d seen my fair share of public sex – this couldn’t be that different. Sure, it was weird that everyone here was apparently related and it had been… a surprise to find out what this place was, but it wasn’t like they had to participate. Eventually, I shrugged again. “It is only for a couple of days Uncle Ken. I think it’ll be fine.”

“Four days,” Uncle Ken pointed out. “Are you… are you sure?”

I nodded, forcing myself to look more confident than I felt. “I’m sure.”

“Becca… no one back home can find out about this – ever. Your aunt would kill me if she knew about… well… this.” He gestured at the pamphlet.