Growing Up in One Weekend

A bunch of things have happened lately that were unplanned. Normally my parents and I visit Uncle Jim towards the end of the summer. He has a cottage on Blue Lake, and he (still single) and I got along very well. He spent most of the month getting things ready for the long weekend, like food and buying tickets to events that were near his cottage. At the last minute, Mom and Dad received news that our great aunt was very close to passing away. Uncle Jim offered to pick me and my cousin Mike up and let his parents and mine see my aunt.

My sleep wasn’t the best that night and I woke up kinda groggy the next morning. Everything was packed in my suitcase, and after doing some chores in the morning, I waited patiently for Uncle Jim to arrive. The weekend was supposed to be a bit hot for September, so I elected to wear a sleeveless white ruffled top with spaghetti straps and blue denim pants. Sometimes Mom is difficult to figure out . . . regarding what I should wear, so I wore a wind breaker over the outfit. That way she wouldn’t know I wasn’t wearing a bra under my outfit. Curious whether Mike and Uncle Jim will notice.

As promised, Uncle Jim was on time, and since Mike lived closer to the cottage, I knew we would be picking him up second. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and reminded them to say a final hello to Aunt Etta. At first we drove in silence, both of us probably trying to figure out what to talk about.

“So are you looking forward to school starting?” asked Uncle Jim turning sideways to look at me.

“Yeah . . . I guess so. My last year in middle school . . . and I like school . . . pretty much,” I said. It was warm in his car, and I really wanted to take off my windbreaker. And then all of a sudden, I just said:

“I gotta get this off,” and leaned forward to give me more room, slipped my hand into the arm of the left shoulder . . . pulled it around my body and pulled off the right sleeve. I straightened myself up in the passenger’s seat, placing my shoulders back against the leather. For some reason . . . not having on a bra next to my uncle, sent a bolt of sexual excitement through my body, and slowly my nipples began to become stiff. While I was living this predicament, I knew Uncle Jim was looking sideways and noticing his niece . . . was now very aroused. I elected to change the subject.

“So now that it is just Mike and me for the weekend . . . instead of both families . . . what have you got planned for us, Uncle Jim?” Still watching my titties, he responded:

“Other than the normal stuff, I had the cottage hooked up with both the Internet and Wi-Fi,” he began. “You each have a computer and monitor in your rooms. Curious to see how you guys might like to go online . . . with a program called Omegle. Ever heard of it?”

“Not really,” I said. Sounded kinda kinky to me, I thought to myself. “How does it work?”

“It’s pretty straight forward . . . you login in to their site, in your case, identify that you are a girl and you become Stranger 1 and someone else in the world is Stranger 2. You can text with them, or even have the webcam on . . . if you want to see them. OmeTV is their video chat option . . . where guys are looking for girls and girls are willing to meet guys. The best fun is when you click on the unmoderated button. You’d be very surprised at what you might see,” he smiled.

I thought to myself . . . this is certainly a new direction for my uncle . . . that’s for sure. When my parents were there in the past . . . he was always pretty much straight and narrow and not much into computers. Thinking this through, I immediately saw how guys in particular might get off on watching girls topless or naked with a program like that . . . and I suppose vice versa.

“How do you keep people from knowing your credentials and email addresses and personal stuff?” I asked.

“The program was written to be totally anonymous. You can’t contact the person again, unless you give them your personal information . . . which would be stupid. Also, I figure you and Mike are getting older and would like to play some more adult games, so I also have a dare game that I think you might like as well.” As he was explaining these options, he moved his right hand up over his zipper and I was certain, adjusted his cock, so it wouldn’t stick out so much. I know I was fantasizing, but that hidden shaft . . . looked mighty big to me.

“Let me put on some air,” he said and as I watched him manipulate the cooling controls on the dashboard, I noticed he clicked on “maximum air”. Immediately, the vents on my side were blasting out ice cold air and what was always the case in the past, my titties reacted. I looked down . . . somewhat humiliated . . . as my nipples grew to full size. Not wearing a bra . . . I was certain Uncle Jim was getting quite a little peep show.

“I’m going to put back on my jacket,” I said somewhat frustrated.

“I’m sorry . . . I’ll turn it down Lexi . . . I can tell your breasts are all excited . . . aren’t they? You are certainly growing up and turning into one attractive girl,” he said, making the adjustment on the dashboard, but continued to stare at my stiff nipples. As he leaned over, I once again watched his huge cock, stick out the front of his pants. I was certain he would do like before, and make the same adjustment, but he looked over at me and just smiled, I guess encouraging me . . . to look at his noticeable boner.

Before I knew it, we were at Mike’s house and he immediately came out to the car. Uncle Jim stopped the car and got out, seeing that he had a small suitcase and a few plastic bags. After putting them in the back, he opened my door and asked whether I wanted to sit in the back seat with Mike or stay where I was. My preference of course was in the back seat . . . but the situation made me feel awkward before responding, so I kept silent.

“Hey Lexi . . . come back and sit with me. Let me see that foxy figure . . . that your wearing.” I knew from that point forward . . . I was going to be with two very horny guys for the long weekend. I opened my door and moved across the bench seat to where I was behind Uncle Jim. Mike followed and sat much closer than I would have expected . . . touching my bare thighs. He was wearing a white muscleman t-shirt with the word BOY in the center and some sort of an eagle logo underneath it. As he moved across the seat, I noticed his thin shorts. They were somewhat unusual, because the fly looked like it was made out of Velcro, instead of a normal zipper.

We chit-chatted back and forth about each other, school, friends etc. for several minutes. I looked ahead and whether on purpose or not, Uncle Jim had adjusted his mirror so that he was looking directly at me.

“Can we have some air back here?” asked Mike.

“No problem . . . here it comes,” said Uncle Mike. And so it did. Above my head was a vent that was aimed downwards. Just like before, my nipples began to get hard. As a result, Mike’s attention was now focused entirely on my titties, which I pretended not to notice. Just like Uncle Jim, his cock did the same thing and he was now sporting a big boner in just a few minutes. As I said before, I was attracted to my cousin . . . so I elected to just let the cold air shoot downwards, and freeze a bit, check out his stiff cock . . . and watch his reaction. He soon realized where he was staring and shared:

“Not to embarrass you, but you look great today, Lexi,” he began, “I love your top and those shorts.” What was I supposed to say to that, even though I knew his concentration was on what was underneath my top . . . and had nothing to do with my outfit.

“Thanks Mike. Speaking of fashion . . . those are really different shorts. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. There isn’t a regular zipper in the front . . . right?” I asked curiously. Mike looked down, possibly unaware of how his boner had been making his shorts stick up, and suddenly realizing it. Then he tried to play it off:

“You have a good eye. Watch this,” he said, as he stuck his finger into the top part of the fly opening, just below the button, and zoomed his finger down to the bottom. “No more worry about my COCK . . . being caught in the zipper, and much easier to open, when I need to,” and then as if it was an infomercial, he unsnapped the button and opened up the fly. Whether he knew it or not, I immediately observed he was going commando . . . and for a brief few seconds, I was looking right at his thick pink shaft. I had watched some porn at home in my room, and I knew he was of course very excited.

“Very convenient,” I said playing it off and then asking my uncle to turn down the air conditioning once again. I wasn’t sure whether he was following the conversation in the back seat, but if he was, his cock might already have busted through his pants. Shortly afterwards, we turned down the familiar road to his cottage and all of us remained silent for several minutes. We immediately carried in our suitcases and personal items and then he took us to our rooms.

“This is where you will be sleeping for the weekend,” he indicated to me, pushing open the door at the end of the hallway. I had stayed in the room in the past. It had bunkbeds on one side and a queen sized bed on the other.

“Thanks. Are we going to swim today or wait until it’s supposed to be real hot tomorrow?” I asked.

“Tomorrow for swimming. Tonight after dinner I thought the three of us might play the Dare Game I was talking about . . . in the car.” I nodded my head and he left to show Mike his room. After I got everything put in the drawers of the dresser, I started thinking about this Dare Game. With two horny guys playing against me, this could become very naughty . . . for us girls . I didn’t feel threatened . . . knowing each of them since I was small . . . but controlling my own sexual excitement on the possibilities . . . was making my pussy very damp.

I closed the door and immediately went over to the computer I was going to be using. Knowing a fair amount about computers, I elected to look behind the tower and noticed a line leaving my machine and going up into the dropped ceiling. And I knew it had nothing to do with connecting to the Internet. Very suspicious, I thought . . . probably going directly to Uncle Jim’s room, where he could watch what I was watching. I logged into my email account and said hello to a few of my friends.

Uncle Jim had made a big pan of spaghetti, American style and had sausages and rolls and a salad for dinner. He remembered how much I enjoyed that menu and I thanked him for it. After dinner, we finished up the dishes and then went to a den in the back of the cottage. He immediately pulled the curtains and then sat down.

“If I read you guys correctly, you would not have a problem playing my Dare Game, right? I didn’t want to treat you like little kids anymore, and thought you could handle some fun. If it gets to be too wild, let me know and we could watch a movie or you could go back and checkout Omegle.”

“I’m ready for anything Uncle Jim,” said Mike. Not wanting to seem not interested, I said, “Me too.”

“The game goes in stages . . . from general questions to more . . . let’s say intimate dares. Sound OK?” he asked. We both nodded.

“There are two stacks of cards. One labeled Questions and one Dares. We obviously will start with the question cards. Let’s sit on the floor around the coffee table. It’s usually best played with two couples, but tonight . . . Lexi is going to be playing both female parts which should not be a problem. Before we start, do either of you want to smoke some dope?” Both Mike and I stared at each other, not expecting something like this from our uncle.