Chapter 3 – Uncle Steve is a perv….but I like it!

It was the middle of summer vacation, and I had been having some pretty exciting encounters, sexually exploring with my classmate Ricky. We started getting pretty hot and heavy, sneaking around, looking at porn, my first kiss, first time giving a hand job, first blow job, and first oral orgasm of my own. I was excited to see what the rest of summer had in store….and then my parents dropped the bomb that we were going on a road trip across the country to visit my moms older brother, uncle Steve.

My older brothers didn’t have to come on this trip because they had jobs to go to. It wasn’t fair. I was really disappointed because I was thinking that the way things were going with Ricky, I would probably be losing my virginity by the end of summer. I swear I was getting hornier by the day.

Ricky was bummed that I was leaving too. We promised we would pick up where we left off when I returned in a few weeks.

I had never been to visit uncle Steve before. He always came back to our home town to visit us, and our extended family. It was easier for him to travel…being single, with no kids and all. The last time I saw him was when he came to a family wedding two summers prior.

I was kinda excited because this was my first vacation in a long time. It was a bonus that Uncle Steve lived on the west coast.

It was a long drive, but it ended up being worth it. Sand and sunshine.

Uncle Steve had a beautiful home with a view of the ocean. He had a large yard, with a pool and a hot tub! It wasn’t what I was expecting. Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be so bad after all.

I always liked uncle Steve. He was a handsome, successful, business man. He had an awesome sense of humour. He could light up the room with his quick wit and funny jokes. He also liked to drink and have a good time. He was in his late 40’s, with no wife, or kids of his own. Mom said he liked the single life, and would never settle down.

When we arrived, we pulled into his driveway and began unloading the minivan. Mom always packed way too much. She had 2 huge suitcases all of her own! Uncle Steve came running out of the house to greet us. He ran over to mom to give her a huge hug, then cracked some jokes with dad, then made his way over to me. Uncle Steve was even more handsome than the last time I saw him. He had quite the athletic build (for an old guy), plus he had a killer tan, and great hair. It was a bit more salt and pepper since the last time I saw him.

“Hey Lacey girl, How are you?” He said, as he grabbed me and pulled me in for a big hug.

I loved that he called me “Lacey Girl”. It was a nickname that stuck since I was running around in diapers.

“I haven’t seen you in years! …Um, Maybe I shouldn’t call you Lacey girl anymore?”.

I blushed. I had changed a lot since the last time I saw Uncle Steve. I was about 5’4” now, and my boobs were a solid B cup. I’m sure he noticed my curves too, as I was wearing a short crop top, with cut off jean shorts.

I could feel my face blush, “Of course you can still call me that”, I replied with a smile.

We brought our bags into Uncle Steve’s house, and got settled.

It was a large home for just one person. It was very modern, with beautiful furnishings. I knew uncle Steve had good taste, but I never would have pictured this huge home to be his. Mom said he always had an eye for decorating.

Uncle Steve had a huge master bedroom on the main floor. He had a deck coming off his bedroom, with a large jacuzzi.

In the distance, past his gigantic fenced yard, was a view of the ocean. It was breathtaking.

Mom and dad took the spare bedroom on the main floor, next to uncle Steve’s room, and I took the spare bedroom downstairs. Uncle Steve thought I would like the downstairs better, so I could have more privacy. To talk to my friends on the phone, or just to chill out in the theatre room to watch tv and movies. My parents warned me that the 3 of them would probably have some loud, late night poker nights. Then at least downstairs I would have a quiet space, if they got too rowdy.

The downstairs was huge! It was like having my own apartment. Huge bedroom, theatre room, large bathroom with a walk in shower. He even had a sauna down there! Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Plus a pool, and a jacuzzi? I had decided that even though I missed my friends, (especially Ricky), I was going to make the most out of these 3 weeks.

The first few days we did some sightseeing adventures. Uncle Steve took us to several hot spots and local attractions. We did some hiking, ate at some really great restaurants, and hit the beach. The one thing I quickly found out was what a huge flirt uncle Steve was.