Her father and I had been like brothers since grade school—closer than our actual families—so it was really no surprise when Leslie asked if she and her roommate could spend their spring break at my lake house. Her parents liked that idea much more than her going to Florida or some other bacchanalia hot spot, and agreed as long I was there to chaperone.
I hadn't been to the lake house since my wife passed away suddenly almost two years ago, so there was surely plenty of maintenance for me to spend a week on. But I had only just started dating again, and spending a week babysitting two college freshmen didn't hold much appeal. Still, family is family so what are you going to do?
I arrived at the lake house the night before and spent the morning taking stock of all the jobs that needed doing and making a shopping list. A little after noon, Leslie's red hatchback pulled into the driveway and I went out to meet the girls.
"Uncle Mike!" Leslie squealed as she ran up and threw her arms around me in the same bear hug I'd been getting since she was three. Even after her dad's job took them to the other side of the state, our families had spent holidays and vacations together for years. And every time we got together, this was the hug I got.
"Niece Leslie!" was my customary reply as I returned her embrace. The last time I'd seen her was at the funeral when she had been a gangly high school junior with glasses and a bobbed hair-cut. As she squeezed me now, I was awkwardly aware of just how nicely she had filled out since then.
Searching for something to say, I finally commented on her shoulder-length mop of chestnut curls. "Hey, you let your hair grow out."
She finally broke the hug and looked up at me. "It's so good to see you. How've you been?"
The sincerity in her voice was touching, and I smiled. "Oh, I've been having more good days than bad recently. So..." I trailed off as I noticed the other girl stretching by the open passenger side door. She was pretty, tall, asian, with straight black hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung all the way down her back.
"Hi." she waved and circled around the front of the car with her hand extended. "I'm Quinn. You must be Uncle Mike. I've heard so much about you."
"Well, the good stuff is all true," I smiled, shaking her hand. "It's nice to meet you."
We made small talk as I helped the girls carry their bags into the house and get settled. I learned that Leslie and Quinn were assigned as roommates at random and met the day they moved into the dorm. They'd hit it off quickly and became best friends. Leslie was an engineering major, which I already knew. Quinn was a dance major from out of state on a Performing Arts scholarship.
Once the car was empty, both girls flopped down on the sofa in the living room.
"Ok," I said, "You two make yourselves at home. I need to run into the Home Depot in town to pick up a few things. I should be back in a couple of hours."
"Uncle Mike?" Leslie asked in the meek voice that she used when she wanted a cookie, or a toy, or a video game.
"Yes, Niece Leslie?"
"Will you buy us some beer?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "What would your Dad say?"
"Well, I won't tell him if you don't."
"We'll see," I said turning to go.
"
Pleeeease
, Uncle Mike!" both girls implored in unison.
"We'll see," I called back as I pulled the front door closed behind me.
It was early evening when I got back with what I hoped were all the supplies I would need without making another Home Depot run. It's a long drive into town.
I also had two cases of good beer and several bottles of wine, because of course I did. I'm not sure if I'm the "cool uncle" or just the "sucker" but either way I knew I was coming home with beer as soon as Leslie asked. She always got the cookie, and the toy, and the game.
Don't judge me; her father spoils my kids, too.
The girls had carried a pair of lounge chairs out to the end of the dock and were sun bathing when I got in, so I started preheating the grill on the back porch to barbecue some chicken for dinner and then carried a couple of bottles out to them.
Leslie was in a multi-colored sport bikini that nicely accentuated the curve of her hips and the swell of her- Oh my God, what am I doing? I made a conscious effort to look somewhere else, and ended up gawking at Quinn instead.
Quinn had the long, lithe, toned body of a ballet dancer, with narrow hips, a flat stomach, and small tits that didn't even start to fill out the top of her tiny black string bikini. She'd been swimming. Her wet hair was unbound and hung off the back of the lounge chair in a shiny black stream, puddling on the dock. Water droplets glistened on her honey-tone skin in the setting sun. Her long, muscled legs were open slightly and the wet fabric of her bikini bottoms clung to the contours of her labia. I wished I'd kept my sunglasses on because I knew I was staring.
Both girls looked up at the sound of my approach and I quickly forced myself to make eye contact. "Here you go girls," I said, stooping to set the bottles down on the dock between them and to hide the bulge in my shorts. "There's more in the fridge. Dinner's in about 45 minutes." I stood and turned back quickly.
"Thanks Uncle Mike!" they both called after me. As I walked back down the dock, they giggled about something, but I couldn't hear what.
Dinner conversation was about what you'd expect from a couple of 19-year-old college freshmen after a few 101 level courses in politics, psychology, or philosophy. They enjoyed showing off what they had learned. I'm sure I sounded just as pretentious at that age, so I humored them. Fortunately, they had both pulled on bulky sweatshirts before dinner so I wasn't too distracted.
After dinner, Leslie hooked her laptop up to the TV while Quinn and I did the dishes. Every time Quinn reached for a top shelf, her sweatshirt rode up and I caught a glimpse of her cute little ass in her bikini bottoms. I'm not proud that I let my gaze linger, or that I started to intentionally hand her things to be put on the top shelf.
Leslie streamed a low-budget thriller with a lot of jump-scares. We all sat on the sofa with me in the middle and I had to pay close attention to the movie to distract myself from the two very feminine bodies pressing in on either side of me, and especially Quinn's long legs slowly entwining with mine.
After the movie, I stood up abruptly. "Well, I have a lot to do tomorrow, so I'm going to turn in and read for a bit. Do you two need anything else?"
Leslie yawned and stretched. "Nope. It was a long drive, so I think we're going to turn in, too. G'night Uncle Mike."
After washing up and brushing my teeth and whatnot, I got into bed, and started to read. But my cock had other ideas and I couldn't keep my mind off of Quinn's body. After reading the same page over and over for almost half an hour I finally decided the best way to fight the distraction was to give into it. I tossed back the sheets, pulled off my boxers, and started to jerk off.
I'd only gotten a few strokes in, imagining Quinn's strong legs wrapped around my head as I devoured her pussy, when there was a knock at the door. I yanked the covers back up over my naked body, called "Come in," and winced, immediately realizing that "Just a minute" would have been a better response.
The door opened a bit and Quinn stuck her head in. "Uncle Mike?" she asked sheepishly.
"Quinn," I laughed, "You can just call me 'Mike' or 'Michael'."
"I know," she said entering the bedroom wearing an oversized T-shirt with her long, black hair twisted into a messy bun. "But I like 'Uncle Mike' better. That's what Leslie calls you, and she talks about you a
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