We're Not All That Related...

For the fifth year in a row, I stared down at the colorful invitation, wondering why I was even holding it in the first place.

Another family reunion, of which I wasn't even a family member...

My brother's mom, my dad's second wife, Chelsea, practically begged me every year to join them all at their beach timeshare. She wanted me to join in her family celebrations every summer, despite all of her family hating my father. Definitely a hard sell, knowing all the shit they would talk about my family.

The only reason this year's invitation wasn't in the mail was the additional note from Chelsea, telling me that she would pay my way, airfare, food, transportation, etc.

To be honest, I loved the beach and I had been dying to find my way to an ocean soon, so how could I really rationalize rejecting this offer?

I told my brother, Mark, to tell his mom I would be joining him, and a week later we were on a plane to the scenic Almafi coast of Italy.

Already annoyed with Mark and tired from the flight, I trudged through the airport and texted Chelsea to let her know we had finally arrived.

Me: Hey, we just got off the plane. Where did you say to go?

! Ok after you get your bags, Jake will be waiting for you 2 and will drive you to the villa!

Me: Wow your brother is actually coming this year?

Chelsea: IKR?!!? It must be a lucky year for our family... My daughter and my brother are finally making it for the reunion!!!

I showed Mark the exchange and rolled my eyes. "Daughter? She knows that she's not actually my mom, right?"

"I think she's been feeling sort of nostalgic lately, ever since her grandma died, ya know?" Mark explained, heaving his bag off the rotating baggage claim. "Plus, you're the closest thing to a daughter she'll ever get."

I grunted in reply and scanned the room for the familiar face of Mark's uncle, Jake. Embarrassingly enough I had a huge crush on Jake when I was younger. Ever since that day when 19 year old me had accidentally walked into the room of 26 year old Jake as he was changing from his wet swimming trunks. Both shocked, it took a couple seconds before he grabbed a nearby towel to cover himself and I screeched, running from the room, my face the color of a ripe tomato.

About 10 years later, and I could still remember the sight of his cock hanging between his legs and how I hadn't been able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of the trip.

I shook my head and tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder to grab my small suitcase off the conveyor belt when a man reached in front of me to grab it.

"Excuse me, that's mine." I exclaimed, ready to get grabby.

"Just wanted to lend a hand." Jake said, laughing lightly as he set my bag on its wheels beside me.

"Thanks." I murmured, looking up at his green eyes.

Good grief was he always this tall? And buff?

"Hey Jake!" Mark said excitedly, clapping a hand on his uncle's back before turning to me. "You good, sis? Your face is bright red."

I glared at them both and put my hands on my hips. "I thought he was stealing my bag."

"Well hello to you too, young lady." Jake said sarcastically, poking me in the shoulder.

"I haven't seen you in six years, I guess it makes sense you wouldn't recognize me at first. Or maybe it's because I'm fully clothed."

I gasped and shoved his shoulder, both guys now laughing at my embarrassment.

"I can't believe you would bring that up, you dick!" I covered my red face with my hands and let Mark tug me by the arm to the doors leading outside.

"You know he's just teasing, Lace, he can't help himself."

I just shook my head and followed Jake to the parking lot and the car waiting for us.

"I didn't mean to upset you, I just couldn't think of a better way to break the ice after all these years." Jake explained as he threw our bags in the trunk. Mark laughed as he got into the passenger seat mouthing the word "shotgun"

I rolled my eyes and got into the backseat. "Yeah, well, let's make sure you keep your ice breaker to yourself when we get to the beach house. Chelsea was so mad at you when that happened."

Jake met my eyes in the rearview mirror. "Which I still don't get, you're the one who walked in on me."

"Oh my gosh stop saying it!" I whined, covering my face again in embarrassment. "Can we please move on to something else."

They both laughed and started chattering about all the water sports they wanted to try out these next two weeks. From my seat behind Mark, I could discreetly look at Jake's handsome face. I kicked myself internally for allowing myself to imagine him naked again, annoyed at how quickly that thought made my stomach flip and my legs clench together.

I looked up at the windshield and caught Jake's eye in the rearview mirror. He held my gaze for a moment and my breath caught a little.

Did I imagine that heat in his gaze?

"Idiot, of course you did." I thought to myself.

I turned to look out the windows, willing the flush in my cheeks to mellow out already.

Forty or so minutes later we finally arrived at the large villa, where Chelsea ran outside to greet us enthusiastically. I listened quietly with a smile as she guided me through the front door and announced my arrival to the group gathered inside. The thirty or so people in the great room were ecstatic to see me, but practically bounced off the walls to see Jake walk through the door.

Chelsea showed me to a room with large windows overlooking the ocean, my own room, just like she promised. "We're going to start making dinner right around sunset, so if you want to lay on the beach for a while and rest you certainly can!" She said happily as she fluttered out of my room.

Say less

I grabbed my suitcase and rummaged through it for the blue string bikini before taking off my long cotton dress. Unhooking my bra, I relished in the relief of not wearing any clothes after nearly 20 hours of travel.

The noise of my door swinging open suddenly had me whipping around to find Jake in the doorway, a smile on his face. "Payback!" He said laughing.

I glared at him and put my hands on my hips. "You know the beaches here are topless, right? You think I care if you see my tits?"

Jake leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. "True. Guess you should take off your panties too, then we'll be even."

"Oh my god! Get out!" I screeched, throwing a pillow from the bed at his face. He dodged it and ran back down the hall laughing and I slammed the door shut.

Minutes later I was walking out the back door to the private beach access, bikini fully on and a knitted cover up on for good measure. The beach was perfectly empty and I happily threw my towel onto the sand before taking off my bikini top and laying on my back. The ocean waves and warm sun began to lull me into a peaceful doze until the sound of footsteps crunching over the sand had me glaring at whoever was coming to disrupt my solitude.

"Of course it's you." I groaned as Jake approached my towel, already wet from a dip in the ocean. He smiled down at me and stood in the way of the sun, casting me in his shadow.

"You weren't kidding about going topless out here." He said, struggling to keep his eyes off my bare chest. "Mind if I join you?" He plopped down onto the sand beside my towel before I could answer.

I sighed and turned my face back to the sky, trying to ignore him, and to ignore the excited twist in my stomach at him seeing my half-naked.

After a couple minutes of silence he cleared his throat. "Listen, I'm sorry if my teasing is making you uncomfortable. I wasn't sure how seeing you would go, and I'm sorry to say it but you are just so beautiful I can't help but tease you."

"I'm not sure you would be saying that if I had my top on." I teased back, glancing up at him, thrilled at how it felt to see him looking down at me.

"No, I knew as soon as I saw you at the airport that this trip was going to be a struggle." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his cheek.

I sat up a bit to lean back on my elbows and raised an eyebrow. "A struggle, how?"

He looked over at me again and gestured at me. "You're very tempting, it's going to be hard resisting all that."

I bit back a laugh and shoved his arm lightly. "Don't act like I'm actively seducing you. No one is forcing you to stay by me while I'm topless."

"Yes, but who wouldn't want to stay to witness you here?" He teased again.

"Well if you're going to stay here, you might as well be useful." I declared, handing him my sun tan lotion. "Can you get my back?"

I smiled at his surprised face and turned onto my stomach expectantly. He hesitated a moment before squeezing the lotion onto his hands and placing them on my back and rubbing the lotion over my golden skin. I was glad he couldn't see my face as he gently massaged my back, it was surely bright red already.

His hands were off me too soon, much to my dismay. I lifted my head, "Can you get the back of my legs too?"

He narrowed his eyes on me. "This is torture, just so you know."

I hid my smile behind my arm and bit my lip to keep from gasping as he hands started rubbing the lotion onto the back of my thighs. God his touch was like fire on my skin; it was almost too much to bear.

He tossed the lotion back into my bag and leaned back onto his elbows, sighing heavily. I glanced over at him and gave him a small smile. "Thanks, uncle Jake."

"Please don't call me your uncle, Lacia." He groaned. "I want to keep my dirty thoughts on the moral side."

I giggled and looked at him fully, gasping a little at the evidence of his attraction in his swim trunks. "Huh, you weren't lying about your struggles."

Jake shook his head and got up abruptly, running for the cold waters of the ocean. I laughed and rested my head back onto my arms.

Two weeks of teasing this poor man seemed like a great way to spend a vacation.

A couple hours later I was sitting on the long wooden table on the large patio of the villa, sitting beside Jake, listening to Mark tell Chelsea his exciting cliff diving adventure plans for tomorrow.

"You look really nice tonight, Lace." Jake said quietly as everyone laughed at something Mark said. "Good enough to eat."

I sipped my white wine and gave him a sideways glance. "Bold words for the dinner table Uncle Jake."

He groaned quietly and speared a piece of broccoli onto his fork. "I don't know what's worse. You calling me your uncle when I'm not. Or the fact that it's kind of hot when you do."

"You so should not have told me that." I laughed quietly. "That is perfect teasing fuel."

"Oh so you plan on teasing me then?" He said. "Game on, young lady."

I shivered as a thrill shot through me and I looked around the table. Knowing that no one was paying us any mind, I reached over to his thigh beneath the table, gently brushing over his leg, very close to his cock.

"Game on, indeed." I crooned softly, letting my fingertips brush over his bulge before pulling my hand away. I smiled mischievously at him and he clenched his jaw.

After dinner Chelsea declared that she would pull two names out of a hat to determine who would do the dishes that evening, starting tomorrow. "Since you two haven't come to a reunion for five years in a row, you Jake, and you, Lacia, will be doing the dishes tonight!"

Everyone laughed and I groaned at the idea of having to clean up, especially since I ended up getting slightly burnt from my tanning earlier.

Eventually Jake and I were alone in the kitchen, closed off from the rest of the family who were playing some after dinner games. We scrubbed and rinsed dishes in silence for a while, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the large sink. Jake stepped over to a cabinet to grab some dish towels but instead of grabbing dishes, he stepped up behind me, pressing himself fully against my backside. I gasped as his hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips.

"Is it just teasing you want, Lace?" He ground his hard cock against my ass, eliciting a small moan from me. "Or are you imagining all the ways I could fuck you in this house?"

I didn't answer, breathless as his left hand crept over my stomach and down to my pussy. He cupped me with his hand and brushed my hair off my neck with his other hand to place a painfully soft kiss below my ear.

He stepped away from me quickly as footsteps sounded down the hall towards us and I started handing him wet dishes to dry.

One of Chelsea's aunts came in, wobbling a little from wine as she grabbed a couple cartons of ice cream and a handful of spoons. Once she was gone Jake leaned over. "I like when you blush. I'd like to see how else I could make that happen."

The dishes were done and I laughed, a little light headed. "I bet you would." I left him in the kitchen and went to my room, opening a window to get some air. I turned to the large mirror across the room and cringed at the sunburn on my shoulders and chest. I had completely forgotten to put suntan lotion on my front. My back was spared, thanks to Jake.

A couple hours later, the house was quiet, everyone asleep, yet I was wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. I was practically throbbing with need, thinking of Jake's hands on me earlier today. Looking over at my bedside table to where a bottle of aloe vera sat, an idea popped into my head. I got out of bed, smiling, and grabbed my phone, going straight to Jake's contact

Me: Hey, can you come to my room real quick? I need your help with something.

A couple minutes passed and I started pacing, regretting the text.

Jake: Be right there ;)

I tossed my phone aside and quickly pulled my thin nightgown off over my head, grabbing the aleo gel.

When Jake quietly opened the door and saw me standing naked in the moonlight, his eyes widened and he quickly entered the room, locking the door behind him. "You said you needed help?"

I nodded and held up the aloe gel. "It's my sunburn, I can't sleep. Do you mind?"

His eyes trailed up and down my body as we approached me, already shirtless, wordlessly grabbing the bottle. I smiled and got onto the bed, laying on my back.

"You need my help to put aloe on your chest?" He asked, looking down at me.

I raised a brow at him. "I'm asking you to rub gel on my chest and you're questioning my logic?"

He smiled and squeezed the gel out onto his hands, sitting on the bed next to me. He hesitated a moment and met my gaze. "You sure about this?"

I nodded. "I want you to touch me."

He groaned softly, running his hands over my stomach, working his hands in a circular motion up to my chest. I closed my eyes and moaned as his hands squeezed my tits softly. All too soon I was covered in the aloe, and he started to pull away. I grabbed his wrist and looked up at him. "Don't stop, please."

"I don't know if I should cross that line."

"Jake, we're not even related. And besides, I think we crossed that line hours ago." I teased, guiding his hand to my pussy. He groaned as he slid his fingers through to the slick wetness waiting for him there. I gasped as he circled a finger around my clit before plunging a finger into me. He moved further onto the bed and added a second finger, pumping into my pussy, his fingers gently curling as he did. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from moaning too loud and pushed his hand away to sit up.

I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, delighted in the way he kissed me back, our tongues fighting for dominance. Grabbing his shoulders, I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, grinding over his hips. I crept down until I was kneeling further down the bed between his legs, where I tugged his boxers down his legs, throwing them onto the floor. His cock was long and hard and I smiled up at Jake as I grabbed him and licked the head. He sighed in pleasure as I took him into my mouth. A thrill shot through me to see him clenching the sheets, clearly trying to hold himself together. I stilled for a moment and grabbed both his hands, placing them on either side of my head. Jake opened his eyes and hesitated.

"I don't want to hurt you."

I just rolled my eyes and relaxed my throat to get my mouth down his length further. Slowly, I pulled up to the tip and didn't move, looking at him expectantly. He groaned and gripped my head gently, moving me back down his length. Steadily he picked up the pace, gently thrusting his hips to fuck my face. Before he could cum he pulled me away from his cock with a throaty moan and turned us over so I was beneath him.

"Your turn." He said, moving to my chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. I hissed at the sharp pain of my mouth on my sunburned chest and he smiled at me. "Oops."

He moved further down until he was between my legs, his soft hair brushing against my thighs and sending shivers down my spine. Using his thumbs, he pushed my pussy lips apart before swiping his tongue over my aching clit. I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from shouting with pleasure, the thrill of knowing we might wake someone up was almost too much to bear. Jake lapped and sucked at my pussy, his hands tight on my waist until I was cumming, grinding against his face.

Jake smiled up at me from between my legs, "Fuck, you taste good."

"Shut up," I grabbed his shoulders, drawing him close, "shut up and fuck me already."

He groaned and stroked his cock a few times before lining up with my entrance. He kissed me as he slowly thrust forward, filling me wider than I had ever been before. I dug my fingernails into his back and he pounded into me harder until both of us were struggling to keep our voices down. His soft moans in my ear were enough to send me over the edge again, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me. A moment later he followed, cumming hard inside my pussy.

Jake collapsed on the bed, still inside me, and I kissed him gently, brushing his hair from his forehead.

"Next time, let's go somewhere no one can hear us." I whispered. "I want to scream your name the next time you fuck me, Uncle Jake."