Chapter 7

Sunday morning we woke up together, as if on cue. Jeannie and I had been up until midnight reliving the night before, and planning tonight with Ted and Al.

I smiled and let my eyes dance over Jeannie's naked form. I guess our "sleepovers" would never be the same again. After feeling Jeannie's nakedness and tasting her pussy at the lake on Friday, I looked at her now with a whole new appreciation.

Not only was she still my best friend, but now she was a lover! And what a lover!

She grinned back as if she could read my thoughts, then bounced out of bed.

"C'mon girl we've got quite a day ahead of us! Let's eat!"

I threw her a loose fitting nightshirt and put one on myself. The soft cotton felt marvelous aginst my naked tits.

When we went down stairs for breakfast, my uncle Jack was already up and was cleaning the pool. His shirt was off and he had on pair of short denim cutoffs were so old and thin that even the pockets were frayed.

His muscular torso was glistening with a combination of tanning oil and sweat. I had to admit he looked pretty sexy as the muscles in his arms and legs bulged with each pass of the pool skimmer.

I waved to him as he looked up and he waved back. Jeannie leaned out of the patio door and waved.

"Hi Jeannie!" he yelled. "You guys sleep okay?"

"Slept like a log" Jeannie replied. She stretched her arms over her head as she spoke, and thrust her chest towards my dad.

"You're looking pretty cute in those shorts, Mr. Thompson" she teased. "Careful you don't get wet!"

Her eyes were directed at the outline of my uncle's cock, which was clearly visible through the thin cotton.

Jack's eyes were obviously focused on Jeannie's tits. I didn't blame him. They were showstoppers all right.

He chuckled at her comment, and went back to his pool skimming. I pulled Jeannie back into the kitchen.

"Geez," I said. "Why don't you guys just jump on each other!"

I don't know why, but I was feeling jealous. The confusing part was that I didn't know who I was jealous more of Jeannie, or Jack!

"Sorry, Trace" Jeannie soothed. "Jack and I were just fooling around. You know how we get. Hey, he's cute!"

Jeannie loved to tease my uncle. She would often let her skirt hike a little higher than usual when sitting on our couch if Jack was in the room.

And more than once I noticed her surreptitiously undo a couple of buttons on her blouse if she knew he was around. I'd even seen her crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly if he was sitting across from her.

She knew he loved to look at her and it was obvious she loved to be watched. I have to admit that I kind of enjoyed it too!

I kidded her about it, but she said she thought my uncle was cute and she loved to see him get "excited". A few times I'd seen Jack leave the room with a large bulge in his pants.

I figured it must be tough for him. It had been two years since his divorce from his wife, and he hadn't remarried yet. In fact he swore he'd never get married again. "A waste of time and energy" he told me once.

At forty, he was in excellent shape physically and was unusually handsome. Not just in my eyes, but in my friends eyes too.

Jeannie said that he reminded her of the guy in the Chanel perfume ads.

And I had to admit that when I could put it out of my mind that he was my uncle, I'd get pretty turned on when I'd see his bulge growing under Jeannie's teasing stares.

I guess it was the "older man" thing. I told myself that I wasn't into my uncle sexually, but I could relate to Jeannie teasing him. I'd do the same thing with a few of his friends when they'd stop over.

It turned me on immensely, but I had to be careful that my uncle didn't see. Once he caught a buddy of his staring at my tits (which I'd been kinda showing off) and he kicked the guy out of the house!

Jack had his fair share of girlfriends but it still must have been frustrating to be teased and turned on by my sexy blond, and obviously horny, best friend. Mostly though, I just sat back and enjoyed their bantering.

Jack was a big boy and knew how to handle himself. He didn't let Jeannie's flattery go to his head, and obviously liked being teased as much as she like teasing him.

As we got breakfast together, I kept looking at Jeannie and saw a new fire in her eyes when she watched my uncle using the skimmer on the pool surface.

Each time he'd lean back to dump the leaves out of the skimmer net, I could see his cock outlined in his thin shorts. And I know that Jeannie was noticing too! She was leaning against the counter top with her arms folded across her chest and was intently watching Jack do his chores.

"You want to give me a hand here, jailbait?" I asked with an edge in my voice.

"What do you mean "Jailbait" girl?" Jeannie replied, whirling around to face me. The look on her face was as if I had read her lustful mind. I think I had! She had a lusty smile on her face.

"We're eighteen, you know" she continued. "There's a whole new world opening up for us, Trace!"

"Well, just don't open it up here, okay?" I said with a smile. I handed her a tray, on which were cereal bowls, sugar and a pitcher of milk.

"How about bringing these out to the patio table." I said with a grin. "Think you can handle that?"

Jeannie continued to watch Jack as she reached for the tray.

"I know what I'd like to handle " she said as she turned her attention to me. She smiled broadly and took the tray.

As she turned towards the patio and the pool, I leaned closer to her and whispered, "At least wait until I'm away at college!"

Jeannie laughed heartily and went out to the patio table. I went back to the cupboard for the cereal and to see if the toast was ready. I smiled to myself, thinking of Jeannie's attraction to my uncle. It was kind of cool knowing your friends admired the way your guardians looked. I decided that I didn't mind too much.

After all, they were both adults. It was really none of my business!

I smiled and turned my attention back to getting breakfast.

When I finally made my way out the patio, about ten minutes later, Jeannie and Jack were nowhere in sight.

"That bitch!" I thought, only half angry. I had to admit, I was more curious than angry. I quietly set my tray laden with boxes of cereal, toast and jars of jellies, and walked softly around the corner to the pool area.

I paused when I saw them standing close together next to the pump house. I moved closer to the wall so they wouldn't notice me as I spied on them. For a reason I wasn't sure of, my heart started to race wildly.

Jack was leaning with one hand resting on the small pump house, and the other holding on to the skimmer. There was a curious edge to his voice and his laughter was a little too forced. I could tell he was nervous, and I could see why.

Jeannie was telling him something, and was leaning forward in a conspirital manner, as if she was sharing a dark secret. I saw that she had unbuttoned the top three or four buttons of her nightshirt, and was standing as if she were a mirror image of Jack, with one hand on the pump house, and the other on her hip.

I saw Jack's eyes fighting to look into Jeannie's face, but it was a loosing battle. Each time she'd lean forward, his eyes would dip down and drink in the sight of her firm young breasts peeking out from her nightshirt.

I don't think my uncle realized that Jeannie was naked under her thin night shirt, but he certainly could see that her breasts were.

From where I was standing, a little to the side and behind them, I could see Jeannie's naked ass and her blond bush peeking out from the bottom of her shirt. The shirt had ridden up as she stretched her arm out to lean on the pump house, and she had helped the process by pulling it up a bit as she placed her hand on her hip... Jack was too close to enjoy that view, but was plainly enjoying the sight of Jeannie's breasts.

Jeannie had decided to take her teasing one step further. She was having the time of her life and was very aware of the effect she was having on my uncle.

His cock was rock hard and was outlined against his tanned leg through his denim shorts. For the first time, I began to wonder what his cock looked like and tasted like

It seemed to be about eight inches long and perfectly proportioned in width. I felt my mouth begin to water as I imagined it in my mouth.

As they continued their conversation and their motions, I saw the head of Jack's cock peek out from the bottom of his shorts.

Jeannie couldn't see it, but I knew she would have loved the effect she was having on Jack She said something witty, she put her hand on his shoulder and leaned close, giving him an unobstructed view down her shirt.

The interaction between the two of them was beginning to turn me on immensely. My breathing was increasing and I came close to groaning out loud when Jeannie slid her hand from Jack's shoulder and grasped the pole of the skimmer. She wrapped her fingers around the pole and began a slow, suggestive stroke that made Jack look.

She said something more and they both broke into peals of laughter.

I slowly backed away, not wishing that my spying be exposed at this point, and made my way back to the patio table. I sighed heavily as I dropped into one of the large cushioned chairs. I felt exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

I thought that I should be mad that my best friend was teasing my uncle and turning him on that way, but the fact of the matter was that I was incredibly turned on!

I reached into my lap and cupped one hand around my pussy mound as I pictured in my mind Jack's hard cock sliding out from the end of his shorts. I couldn't help but remember the taste of Ted's cock and that made me groan louder.

Not wanting to get caught masturbating on the patio, I reluctantly pulled my hand away and, picking up my tray, moved quickly to the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, I turned and noisily made my way back to the patio. I made sure to make a clamor as I moved and called for Jeannie when I reached the table.

As if on cue, she walked around the corner and sat down at the table across from me. Her face was flushed, but her manner was as if she'd just been birdwatching. Pretty cool and collected, I thought. I was curious to see how my uncle would react.

I called to him that breakfast was ready, and saw Jeannie smile as he yelled to go ahead and start without him. I smiled too, knowing it would take a few minutes for his cock to go down.

"Hey, this toast is ice cold!" Jeannie complained as she tried to put butter on it.

"Sorry" I answered. "I got waylaid on the way out here."

Jeannie grinned at that. She looked into my eyes and immediately knew that I'd seen her. It was impossible for us to hide anything from each other. We'd been friends too long for that.

"What can I say?" she said with a broad smile. "He's a cutie!"

I didn't get a chance to reply because my uncle chose that moment to walk around the corner. His smile was natural and his manner was calm, but I could still see the outline of his half-hard cock under his shorts as he moved. He sat next to me, across from Jeannie, and smiled.

"Well, good morning ladies!" he said, trying to sound calm. "I can't wait to eat!" He looked directly at Jeannie and grinned.

"Good morning, Mr. Thompson" Jeannie trilled musically. "How do you feel today?"

"Oh, gag me!" I thought. What a fucking act! My uncle had no idea, but Jeannie was continuing the teasing. Knowing that I'd seen them together! She was too much!

Jeannie looked over at me and, when my uncle wasn't looking, reached up and undid another button on her shirt. She winked at me and turned her attention to Jack, who had just found out that the toast was, indeed, as cold as the proverbial ice.