Uncle's Beach House
Copyright© 2025 by Lubrican
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Uncle Bob was her favorite man, so when he invited her to go to his beach house for the weekend she jumped at the chance. He had always bought her bikinis to wear at the beach and she knew it was because he wanted to see her body. That was okay, because she loved the look in his eyes when they raked over her. This time the bikini was so small she said she might as well be naked. He said his beach was private and they could skinny dip if they wanted to. That wasn’t the last thing he suggested.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Brother Father Daughter Uncle Niece Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy
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!