Chapter 6: Chloe Comes Along

A couple of months into our twisted routine, with Drew fully embraced as my eager little sex slave, I decided we needed a change of scenery. The house felt too familiar, too charged with our daily “lessons.” I suggested it over dinner one night, Drew kneeling at my feet under the table, her mouth working my cock slow and deep while I ate. “How about we get away this weekend? Beach house I own up the coast. Just you and me, sun, sand, and no interruptions.”

She pulled off with a wet pop, eyes shining up at me from under the table. “Really, Uncle Gary? That sounds amazing!” But then she bit her lip, hesitation creeping in. “Can ... can I bring a friend? Chloe, my old college roommate. She’s visiting town for a few weeks, staying in a crappy motel. She’s the one I told you about, the one with the bad breakup like mine. Please? It’ll be fun, and we can still ... you know, find time for us.”

I groaned, part from her hand still stroking me, part from the idea of a third wheel. But her pleading eyes, the way she begged while pumping my shaft, won me over. “Fine, sweetheart. But remember who’s in charge.”

The drive up was tense in the best way, Drew in the passenger seat, short sundress riding up her thighs, no panties as per my order. Chloe in the back, 22, blonde with wavy hair, soft curves, fuller C-cup breasts that strained her tank top, chatting nonstop with Drew, giggling about old college stories. I caught Chloe’s eyes in the rearview a few times, curious, appraising. The girls were already thick as thieves, whispering and laughing in a way that made me feel like the butt of some inside joke.

The beach house was perfect: secluded, with a private pool and hot tub out back overlooking the ocean. The girls squealed when they saw it, dropping their bags and running out to dip their toes in the pool. “This is incredible, Uncle Gary!” Drew called, hugging me tight, her body pressing close, tits against my chest, a quick peck on my lips when Chloe wasn’t looking. “Thank you so much.” Chloe echoed her, hugging me too, her softer curves moulding to me, pierced nipples (I felt the hard bars through her top) brushing my arm. “You’re the coolest uncle ever.”

The teasing started right away. At the beach that afternoon, they slathered each other with sunscreen, hands lingering on backs, thighs, asses, giggling while I watched from under the umbrella, my cock twitching in my swim trunks. “Need help, Uncle Gary?” Drew asked innocently, straddling my lap to “rub lotion on my shoulders,” her bikini-clad pussy grinding subtly against me. Chloe watched with a smirk, “Yeah, don’t burn that handsome skin.” They’d splash in the waves, boogie boards in hand, their wet bikinis clinging transparently, Drew’s small tits with puffy nipples visible, Chloe’s fuller ones bouncing, pierced bars glinting in the sun. Back at the house, the girls would “accidentally” flash me, towels slipping, bending over to pick up dropped items, always with those shared giggles that screamed they were talking about me.

That first evening, after grilling burgers, we hit the hot tub. The girls stripped to their bikinis, Drew in a skimpy black string set that left little to the imagination, Chloe in red that hugged her curves, her pierced nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric. They sank into the bubbling water with sighs, sitting close, legs tangling under the surface. “This is paradise, Uncle Gary,” Drew said, her foot sliding up my calf teasingly. Chloe leaned back, tits nearly floating out of her top. “Yeah, thanks for letting me tag along. Drew’s lucky to have you.” The way she said it, eyes flicking between us, made me wonder what Drew had shared.

The teasing escalated: they’d “compare tan lines,” pulling down straps to show pale skin, giggling when I looked. Drew “dropped” her drink, bending over the edge to retrieve it, ass up, bikini bottoms riding into her crack. Chloe “adjusted” her top, flashing a pierced nipple “by accident.” My cock was rock-hard under the water, and they knew it, Drew’s toes brushing my bulge, Chloe’s hand “accidentally” grazing my thigh. “You okay over there, Uncle Gary?” Drew winked. “Looking a bit ... tense.” They burst into laughter, leaving me throbbing and frustrated when they finally called it a night, arm in arm up the stairs.

The next day at the beach was more of the same, teasing splashes, lotion rubs that turned into mini-massages. Back home, I headed out to wash the boogie boards in the backyard hose, the outdoor shower visible from there, a glass-enclosed stall by the pool. Drew went first, stepping in fully clothed at first, rinsing sand under the spray. She caught my eye through the glass, winking as she peeled off her bikini top, small tits bouncing free, nipples hard from the cool water. She soaped up slowly, hands cupping her breasts, sliding down her flat stomach to her shaved pussy, fingers lingering as she “cleaned.” My cock strained against my shorts as she rinsed, water cascading over her lithe body, then stepped out wrapped in a towel, blowing me a kiss.