Naturist Weekend Pt. 03

My colleague Lucy, my niece Emma and I are at a naturist resort for a long weekend. We've seen a lot of each other, and quickly grown close.

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We slept well, surprisingly. I remained in the middle, surrounded by temptation and feverishly horny, but went off quickly, and other than a couple of bumps in the night when one of the women or I turned over a bit too far, I stayed asleep until around 7 o'clock. I looked to my right, where Lucy lay on her side facing me, though with closed eyes and breathing deeply. To my left I found Emma looking back at me, smiling.

"Morning!" she whispered. "Sleep OK this time?"

I smiled and nodded. "You?"

"Really good. It was nice being next to you. Comforting. Safe."

"Like a dog?"

"Like a caring and strong man."

"Oh! Thank you..." I was lost for words.

"Will you hug me while we wait for sleepyhead there to wake up?"

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do!"

"OK - wait..." She turned her back, and spoke over her shoulder. "Is this OK?"

"Any way is OK. This will be lovely." I moved closer, threading one arm round her waist, my hand coming to rest on her rib cage, and bringing my chest to her back. The other arm, half-trapped beneath me, could only reach to stroke her head and neck. Emma clasped my arm against herself with both hands, but released it with a sigh as I began a slow rubbing of her stomach and ribs.

"You're beautiful," I told her, still whispering. "I love your body... it's so good to touch you." She gave a gentle moan. "I like that you're so smooth... not just your vag, all of you, your complexion, your skin... And you're pretty, and kind, and funny." This was all true, and meant as a boost to Emma's confidence, rather than a crude seduction. She moaned happily again, and reached a hand back to my hip.

"I'm sorry about last night," she said, sounding flat. "It must have been frustrating."

"No, you were right, and I was pushing. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."

"S'OK, I forgive you." I couldn't see her face but I could sense her smile. "Move closer," she ordered, pulling my hip towards her. I brought my pelvis forward and pressed my groin against her bottom, and she sighed. I wasn't erect, but the sensation of her soft buttocks against my thighs and penis, and Emma's response, was arousing.

"Are you OK with how this is turning out?" I asked. "You're in control, not getting swept along?"

"I'm really enjoying it. Everything. Looking, being looked at... I like it when you look at me. Touching each other. And the kissing! With both of you! And how we all get on. You and Lucy looking after me, that makes me feel amazing! I can see you're both a bit more adventurous, but you aren't really pressuring me, it's so kind."

"Bit of pressure last night from me."

"A bit, but we were all over each other, weren't we? Understandable. And I thought it was fairly sexy too."

"You and Lucy kissing! That nearly set me off."

"Mmm, that was nice!" We were quiet for a moment, and I stroked her hip and thigh.

"Umm, what about the uncle-niece thing? Maybe not the right time to ask, when I've got my penis pressed against your bum."

She suppressed a giggle. "That's fine. Mostly I don't think about it, you're just a friend. A close friend!" She wiggled her bottom. "But when I do it still feels all right. Sometimes it feels good... because it's 'wrong'." She said this as if it was in quotation marks. "Twingey. Bit of a turn-on to think that's my uncle I'm showing my minge to."

"Same. You're mainly a lovely young woman I know, but now and again I remember you're my niece, and it's pretty sexy. I love that it turns you on too."

"Probably best not to tell the family, though."

"Christ, no!"

"I won't post a photo of us on my Insta, then?"

I snorted.

"Stroke my front more," she requested, and I slid my hand round to her stomach, then lower, on her belly, and lower still to her smooth groin, dangerously close to her sex, across her hip again and down the front of her leg. I remembered touching her inner thigh last night, the same perfect skin, the heat from inside her, the damp spot on my hip, and if I needed more help, this ensured that my penis began to swell, becoming noticeably firm, and pressing against her bum, though trapped pointing down. Emma shifted herself forwards, allowing it to spring up, and reversed up to it, so that it nestled into the cleft between her cheeks, hard, expectant, stimulated by the contact. When she pressed back and ground herself briefly against me I gasped.

I slid my hand up her body, over belly, stomach and ribs, up between her slight breasts, and stroked there, sensing the swelling on either side beneath my spread fingers.

"That's good," sighed Emma. "You can touch me."

A firework burst in my mind with this permission, and with heavy breath I moved my hand on to a breast, cupping it, massaging gently, the nipple hard under my palm. Emma pushed her bottom back, and I pushed forward firmly, thrusting my prick against her, again, and again, my cock buried in the flesh of her backside. I ran my fingers roughly over her nipple, then grasped it softly between finger and thumb, and rolled it around. Emma gave a louder moan, no longer whispered.

I jumped as I felt another hand on my hip, and Lucy's body close behind me. Her mock-scandalised tone came over my shoulder, "Sneaky! While I was asleep! You two are very bad!" She draped herself over me, reaching her arm round to hold Emma, but stopped when she found where my hand was. "Oh, you are very bad! Wow!" She slid her hand down Emma's side and back up. "And I guess there's a big, hard cock rubbing against your sexy little bum?!"

"Mmmmm," moaned Emma, laughing, and wriggled her hips exaggeratedly, to my great joy.

"And can more than two play?" asked Lucy.

"Yes, of course," Emma answered, pulling away from me. "Dan, lie down." I was happy to take instructions, and as Lucy moved off me I rolled over, propping up my back and shoulders on pillows. Lucy kicked the covers down and revealed my prick, and both gorgeous women leant on an elbow, mirrors of each other, and looked down at me.

"Another erection!" exclaimed Lucy, still playing at seriousness, with a hand now stroking my hip and thigh, provocatively close to the erection she was judging. "What are we going to do with you? Do you need to masturbate or something?"

This was partly wind-up and partly serious, nicely pitched to unbalance me, but I decided to call her bluff, even though it wasn't top of my wish list. "Maybe, but it seems a bit squalid to slope off to the bathroom on my own."

Lucy's tone returned to normal. "Seriously, I know you've had some excitement, me and Em all over you, touching, snogging..." She continued to stroke my thigh, and to look at my prick. "Do you need to get it out of your system, if you know what I mean?"

"I think I do, yeah."

"What if it wasn't sneaking off?"

"How do you mean?"

"I was thinking it might be nice... you don't have to say yes... if you did it here. With us." Lucy faced me, teeth holding her bottom lip, the hand on my leg now still. I read in her serious expression both concern that I might be unhappy with the idea, and desire to see it happen. "Would that be OK with you, Em?"

"Yes," breathed Emma, and she looked at me too, eyebrows raised, face a little easier to read, full of expectation.

I could think of nicer things, but this was the offer on the table, and my penis was in charge of negotiations right now, and demanding satisfaction by any means. Anyway, wanking off in front of these two, naked, fascinated, turned on, would be pretty good. "OK, I'll give it a go."

I moved both hands down my body, one to stroke my balls, the other to hold and lift my prick, and the girls stared. I gently massaged my balls and took a loose grip of my shaft, raising it and stroking slowly up and down the length with my fingers. The sensation was electric, my pent-up lust vibrating my nerve endings, and I looked at Emma's boobs, no more than bumps, a fabulous shape to me, and her dark nipples, hard and wrinkled as she watched my hand. My fingers found wetness at the tip of my prick, and I spread it around the head with my thumb, the feeling inside me rich and warm. Emma licked her lips. I gripped my shaft properly now, and began to wank slowly.

I looked across to Lucy, her clear green eyes concentrated on my masturbation, lips sucked in, her breasts small but enough to fill a hand. I took my hand from my balls and approached Lucy's chest. She glanced quickly at it and resumed her study of my wanking, steady, regular, building. The angle was awkward, but I was able to brush the back of my fingers across both breasts, and twist my arm round to hold and stroke them, to tease her nipples, already pointed, making her gasp open-mouthed.

Lucy's hand stroked back and forth on top of my leg again, and now moved around to the inner thigh to fondle there, little by little slipping upwards, until her thumb was making a gentle contact with my balls at the top of each stroke. She paused the stroking and maintained the contact, and with just a movement of her thumb, caressed the underside of my balls, sending sparks through my groin. Her hand moved up and she employed all her fingers to hold and stroke and massage my balls, while I wanked in front of her and played with her tits.

And now Emma brought her hand forward, forefinger and thumb separated, and slipped them either side of the base of my cock, and gently, slowly, took a light grip.

"Yes, go on, yes," I gasped, and paused my masturbation, and she smiled and slid her hand upwards, fingertips holding me delicately, until her hand reached mine. I tentatively released my grip, so that Emma was holding my cock upright on her own. Her fingertips travelled up further, the lightest of touches, but heaven to me, and down again, to wrap all of her hand around me just below the head. She squeezed gently and released, and I moaned with pure pleasure, buttocks clenching. She took up a slow rhythm of squeezing, without actually wanking me, dizzyingly beautiful because it was Emma, my gorgeous young friend and niece, holding my cock.

Lucy dragged her fingernails gently over my scrotum, making my groin spasm, and she smiled at me and leant forward to kiss me. This time our tongues pushed deep into each other's mouths, writhing together, no reservations, and I was able to express in the kiss all the joy and love and gratitude and passion which I felt for her. It couldn't go on for long, however, as I needed to catch my breath to cope with what Emma was giving me.

Emma pushed herself up to her knees and sat on her heels, leaning forwards and supporting herself with her free hand on my chest, the other again grasping my cock, and now beginning gentle up and down motions which sent ripples of pleasure through me, and I urged her on. Her hand was firm but tender, gripping and easing the pressure as it stroked up and down, and small, her fingers barely meeting around my shaft, the tips pressing in.

I ran my left hand up and down her back, then slid it to her bum and stroked. I allowed my fingers to stray into the crease, close to her anus, and she shivered. I slipped further round to her thigh, and my fingertips experimentally stroked along one side of her labia. Emma breathed in sharply and her wanking skipped a beat. I left my fingers in place and she moaned and slightly lifted her hips, giving my hand more room, a different signal to the previous night. I ran my fingertips along her outer lip again, and ventured further, encountering soft, warm, inner lips, wet, ready to be touched. My fingers slid the length of her sex, delicately, barely touching, but eliciting another moan from Emma, and a tightened fist around my cock. I repeated the stroke and pressed further in, now burying the ends of my fingers in Emma's sticky flesh as I moved them back and forth, and she groaned.

Lucy pushed herself down the bed, still touching my balls, to where she could peer, open mouthed, between Emma's knees, and see my hand, and what it was doing. "That's so good!" she breathed. Her hand crept upwards from my balls to the base of my prick, and she wrapped it in her fingers and began to wank me, matching Emma's rhythm, their hands working together for my pleasure.

My middle and forefingers now found Emma's clitoris and smeared it with her juices, making her cry out as I circled it. My thumb worked around the entrance to her vagina, and she arched her back and pushed her hips to meet it, issuing a deep moan as I slid it into her and rubbed beneath her pubic bone. My mind fizzed with excitement, and I knew it wasn't just because I was finally having sex, nor only because it was with two beautiful women I felt so close to, but also because it was my niece who was wanking my cock, it was my niece into whose wet, hungry cunt I was sliding my fingers. The thrill in the pit of my stomach from her young body responding as I touched her was in part because it was transgressive, and I knew also that her thrill was in part for the same reason. Emma thrust her hips against my hand, urging me to push my thumb deeper.

Emma's mouth was open and her eyes half closed. Lucy rose up to support herself on one hand, bringing herself to the same level, and leaning in close to kiss her, and I watched them in profile, naked bodies inclined, breasts jutting forwards, heads together, an exquisite human arch. Their tongues emerged and intertwined, their lips locked and their jaws worked in a passionate embrace. Lucy let go of my penis, but my immediate dismay was relieved as Emma took up the space with a longer stroke to her wanking, a greater urgency, raising the intensity of my bliss. Lucy's hand found Emma's tits, rubbed and grasped both, then latched on to a nipple, squeezing and pulling, and Emma squealed and bucked against my hand. She took her own hand from my chest and brought it to Lucy's, returning the favour, gripping one breast firmly, and rubbing her palm over Lucy's nipple so that Lucy's sigh joined mine and Emma's moans and grunts.

Now Lucy's hand released Emma's nipple and dropped again, and I watched it slide down her belly. I felt Lucy's fingers meet mine at Emma's clitoris and immediately deferred, using my fingers to stretch open Emma's labia, to expose her clit more fully. I'd hoped something like this might happen, and the reality was sensational, to see and feel Lucy touching Emma's groin, frigging her clit, Lucy's fingers working small circles between my own. Still they kissed, so that Emma's new cries were muffled against Lucy's mouth.

I moved my hand back, withdrew my thumb and replaced it with my middle finger, plunging deeply into a realm of hot wetness, neither solid nor liquid, yielding and gripping. I added my forefinger, both pushed in as far as they would go, my knuckles pressed hard against her, her sex pressing hard back against my knuckles. I pulled my fingers half-way out and pushed them back in, and again, out and in, fucking her, fucking Emma's cunt with my hand.

My thumb, slippery from Emma's vagina, glided over her perineum, and she flinched. It reached the wrinkled limits of her anus, and I pushed on, slipping it over her hole and rubbing around the edge, and pressed in, to the depth of my nail. Emma broke away from Lucy's kiss and shouted in ecstasy, her vagina crushed my fingers, and she squeezed my cock harder and wanked it faster, so that I felt my orgasm begin to build from over the horizon, and jerked my own hips in encouragement, panting heavily. Lucy's hand still rubbed between Emma's thighs, and I felt her rhythmic fingering against my fingers as they fucked in and out. Emma jerked herself back against our hands, and muttered with her eyes closed, "Ohhh yes, ohhh yes, yes, yes... aahhhhh!"

The combination of Lucy's thorough fingering of her clit, my fingers fucking her, and the tip of my thumb pushing in and out of her arse, brought Emma to a crashing orgasm. She arched her back and raised her head high, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and gave an animal roar of pleasure and lust. Her hips ground on my hand, and she made strangled moans and gasps, as her climax wracked the whole of her beautiful, smooth body.

The hand around my cock didn't falter, pumping on in automatic throughout, and my orgasm was approaching swiftly. As Emma relaxed her body, Lucy withdrew her hand and returned it to my balls, softly rubbing them and the base of my penis. She lowered herself back on to one elbow so that her face was by my hips, at the same height as the tip of my cock, inches from it. Emma leant forward again, wanking me just in front of her own face, her eyes fixed on where her hand was working.

My orgasm arrived, an electric surge from my balls, up my prick and down my thighs. I gasped out all of my breath, and lost control of my muscles as a fountain of sperm shot out of me, arcing and spinning, and landed across my chest. My eyes closed but I saw bright light, and heard rushing in my ears, as the pent-up lust of the last couple of days was expelled. Another jet of come followed, spattering against my stomach, and more pulses pouring over Emma's small fist, and running down to my balls and to Lucy's hand. They both allowed my sperm to lubricate their efforts, doubling the pleasure as they finished me, slick fingers sliding wetly up and down my softening cock and around the head, slick fingers gliding over my emptied balls.

I couldn't remember ever coming so hard, or so much. I recovered my breath and peered down, surveying the aftermath. Lakes of sperm lay on my chest and stomach, precarious, threating to burst their banks and flow down my body. Emma twisted round and kissed me, mouth open, tongue invading me, needy, then withdrew to stare into my eyes expressionlessly from six inches away, lips still parted and breathing into my face, while I returned the look and the breath. I placed a simple kiss on her lips, and she smiled and sat up.

Lucy took her sticky hand from my groin and placed four fingers squarely in the middle of the largest pond of come. She separated them, and brought them together again, sperm squeezing between them, and lifted her hand to her chest, where she carefully dabbed my jism on to each enlarged nipple, leaving a creamy-white coating each side which she admired for a few moments, as did Emma and I. She looked up at us and smiled, then began a more concerted massage of her breasts, lubricated with come. She pushed herself up and swung her legs round to sit facing us, leaning back on her other hand, feet parted and knees up, displaying again her smooth sex, and its own lubricating juices. Her hand dropped down, and she probed herself with two sticky fingers, now looking back at us, reminding me that her body had received no loving attention this morning. The fingers curled up and down a couple of times and then disappeared into her vagina, deep, and she sighed heavily. We watched as she started to wank herself, a sight too mesmerising to interrupt.

Her lewd display was fabulous, her fingers fucking in and out just as mine had with Emma, and her half smile as she looked at us told us that she knew it, and that showing us was part of her pleasure. Nevertheless I felt compelled at least to offer my own hand, and reached out. Lucy nodded, though as I began to sit up I felt sperm start to run down my torso and quickly leant back. Lucy shook her head. "It doesn't matter," and sat up to meet me. We knelt and hugged, and she squirmed in my arms, rubbing herself in my come, so that when I reached between her legs, and she sat back, the length of her body shone with my wetness.

My fingers found Lucy's lips, drenched in her own juices, and pressed firmly in as I slid up and down, playing on her clitoris and then around her vagina, and back to her clit, and she moaned loudly into my face. And now Emma shuffled over to join us, and my heart leapt at the prospect of them resuming their sexual exploration. Emma's hand joined mine and I slid down, just as I'd made way for Lucy earlier, my fingertips stroking her perineum and the edge of her arse. I sighed as I looked down to see Emma's fingers take over from mine, wetting themselves in Lucy's juices, slipping up to her clit and making circles there, then down, to dip an inch inside her and wank there for a few strokes. Lucy craned her head forward to watch, whimpering, and then met Emma in another deep kiss. Juices were running from Lucy's sex, and I smeared them around, fingering her anus as I had Emma's, and eliciting a similar cry of surprise and pleasure, her hips lifting and thighs stretching wider apart.

They finished their kiss, and Emma slackened the stimulation she was applying, and looked tense. I slackened too, fearing a problem, and Emma addressed Lucy. "Lucy, I'm wondering... I don't know if this would be OK, but..." She halted, frowning.

Lucy leant forward and put her hands on Emma's shoulders, looking at her earnestly. "It's OK, honey, you can say."

Emma met Lucy's eyes, still nervous, but managed to complete her request. "I'd like to lick you."

Lucy's jaw actually dropped, and I felt blood pound in my head. It took a few seconds for Lucy to summon a response. "What? Jesus Christ, Emma! Oh wow!"

Emma looked mortified, ready to cry. "Oh God, I'm sorry, it's too gross, forget I said it."

"No, God, I'm... It's not gross, it's fine, I..." Lucy massaged Emma's shoulders as she struggled for the words. I reached out a hand - the one which had been pleasuring Lucy moments before - and softly stroked Emma's back, feeling a peculiar mix of compassion and lust, wanting to support and comfort her, but at the same time eager and desperately aroused, hanging on Lucy's reply. She found what she wanted to say. "I've never done that with a woman. It's a bit of a surprise! But..." She kissed Emma's lips, slowly, and gazed into her eyes from inches away. "... But I think I'd like to. If it's you."

Emma smiled cautiously. "Really?"

Lucy nodded, and kissed her again. I was about to faint from excitement. I'd once, a long time ago, slept one side of a girlfriend while her best friend was the other side, all three of us drunk, in a freezing cold flat. My girlfriend had snogged both of us, and she and I gave each other hand jobs, and then I'd spent an exciting but frustrating ten minutes watching the girls kissing again, while under the covers and out of sight they fingered each other to sighing orgasms. That was the extent of my girl-on-girl experience until this morning. And now one of my fantasies was about to come true, with two women I cared about, and who cared about each other, and as well as my own arousal I felt joy for them both.

"How do you want me?" murmured Lucy, looking almost nervous herself.

"Probably work best if you lie back." There was some scrambling around on the bed until Lucy was lying where I'd been, supported on pillows enough that she could see down her body. Emma knelt between her open legs, hands resting half-way down Lucy's splayed thighs, stroking lightly. I knelt at Lucy's side, stroking her head, sensing that she was in need of calming. Minutes had passed since she was in the throes of ecstasy on the end of our fingers, and the mood had changed: from that wild abandon we'd turned to something which would be caring and beautiful, more like love-making.

"Sure?" Emma checked. Lucy smiled and nodded. Keeping her eyes fixed on Lucy's, Emma stretched her legs out behind herself and dropped slowly to her elbows. She reached forwards and placed a kiss on Lucy's belly, still shining with sperm, and then gave a careful lick below Lucy's navel, tracing small circles, spiralling downwards. Lucy extended a hand to Emma's face, stroking her cheek. "Oh Jesus, Em, yes!"

Emma's lips reached the top of Lucy's sex, hairless and silky, and diverted to the side to follow the crease where Lucy's thigh met her vulva, her tongue flicking back and forth over the straining tendon, then down again, and Lucy sighed and slowly thrust her pelvis forward. I watched, transfixed, as Emma brought her hands to Lucy's buttocks and pushed up, at the same time pressing her chin into the mattress, to create room to lick across her perineum and lap at a dribble of Lucy's juices, drawing a whine from her. Emma ascended the other side closer in, up Lucy's smooth labia, and Lucy slid her hand to the back of Emma's head, not pushing, but indicating her need.

Completing her circuit, Emma used her fingertips to pull Lucy's lips a little apart, and drew her head back to look, almost cross eyed. More juice ran from Lucy's sex. "Please..." she implored, and Emma smiled before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Lucy's exposed clitoris, making her twitch and sigh. Emma lowered her chin and slipped her tongue between Lucy's wet, pink inner lips, and licked slowly upwards to her clit, where she circled the tip of her tongue. She lowered her head again and repeated the long, slow lick up to Lucy's clitoris. Lucy shut her eyes and groaned in the back of her throat, and now Emma licked Lucy's lips a little more quickly and more deeply, playing her tongue around the folds. I'd slid down the bed for a better view, and watched spellbound, feeling a surge in my prick as it woke again.

Lucy raised her arms to the pillows alongside her head, eyes still squeezed shut, surrendering herself to Emma, ceding all control, trusting her friend to read her, to give what she craved. "Oh God, that's so good... so good," she muttered, almost to herself, breathing heavily. Emma continued her regular licking rhythm, playing on Lucy's clit at the top of the stroke, and Lucy rolled her head slowly from side to side, sighing, moaning, mewing, gently humping her hips to meet Emma's licks. Slowly, slowly, Emma increased the pace, her head nodding in a smooth rhythm. I admired how she took her time, patiently building, watching Lucy's response, the change from intent fascination, through exquisite pleasure, to her current abandonment and incoherent noises. I'd licked women many times, and they'd even come most of the time, but as I watched I realised that I was a clumsy amateur.

The increasing pace and steady rhythm had transmitted itself to Lucy, who was now raising her hips to meet each lick, pressing against Emma's mouth as it reached her clit. Her heavy breathing had fallen into time, and she made small, mewing moans at the start of each outward breath, "Uhhh.... uhhh... uhhh," noises so utterly sexy that I could have shut my eyes and masturbated just to the sound of them. Her arms were still raised, and her eyes closed, head turned towards my side, face relaxed and mouth open, and she lay almost flat, her breasts broad humps, nipples large and pointed, her legs parted widely to accommodate Emma, knees half bent. She looked so completely consumed, so vulnerable, so open and available, so fuckable, the most erotic sight, and with her noises too I was compelled to touch myself while I gazed at her, gently stroking my solid prick.

Emma paused for just a moment, then suddenly plunged her extended tongue into Lucy's vagina and rocked her head, licking deeply, her nose buried in Lucy's inner lips, and pulled slightly away to slide her tongue around the edges of the entrance. Lucy lifted her shoulders and grabbed the back of Emma's head again, moaning loudly and thrusting her pelvis into Emma's face, pushing in with her hand so that Emma's mouth was buried in her, and grinding up and down. Emma returned to Lucy's clit, and brought a hand round below her chin. I saw two fingers pointing stiffly, advancing on Lucy's vagina, lubricating themselves on the wet flesh, and slipping easily inside. Lucy gave a deep groan, and Emma pulled three-quarters out, hooking her fingers, then pushed in again, out and in, out and in, fucking, fucking Lucy's cunt, fucking in and out with her fingers, juices slurping and running, fucking deeply, all the time licking steadily at her clit. Lucy's pelvis ground hard against Emma's hand and mouth, and she fell back, releasing Emma's head, one hand grasping a handful of sheet, the other clawing and twisting her tits, crying out each time she was fucked, "Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh!" with a falling pitch, and then faster, faster as her climax arrived, Emma licking and fingering her, head nodding as she tongued Lucy's clit, Lucy's hips now bucking as she panted and thrust like an animal. She tensed her strong core muscles to pull her back clear of the bed, stomach ridged, her thighs gripping in on Emma's shoulders, Emma's fingers buried in her sex but now stilled, Lucy's face screwed up in a silent scream, no breath leaving her mouth.

They were motionless for a long moment, broken by a moaned exhalation from Lucy, whose body flopped back, leaving her staring up at the ceiling. Emma licked softly, leaving Lucy's clitoris in peace, descending to tease the wet pink flesh above and around where her fingers disappeared, then slowly withdrawing, to a final low moan from Lucy, and lapping up her juices as they trickled from her exposed vagina.

Lucy lay still, her breathing deep but now slow. Emma lifted her head, her mouth wet, caught my eye and smiled. I mouthed "Wow!", quiet as I didn't want to break into the moment. Emma raised an arm and held out her hand towards me, offering her two fingers, shining wet, with a milky fluid smeared around the knuckles, remembering my previous request to taste Lucy's secretion. I leant forward and opened my mouth, and Emma inserted her fingers, for me to lick and suck, drinking in the sweet, sharp, musky flavour, feeling it cling to my lips, unable to help myself making a soft groan of pleasure in the back my throat. I saw Emma look round and noticed that Lucy was watching. Emma pulled her fingers back, but just when I thought they were going she pushed firmly into my mouth again. I was startled and almost forgot to suck. She pulled back again, and I was ready this time to receive them when she shoved them deep into my mouth. She repeated the action a few times, more playful than provocative, but nevertheless, for her to fuck my mouth with the fingers she'd just removed from Lucy's dripping sex, while Lucy watched, was pretty filthy, and a more assertive version of Emma than we'd seen so far.

She finally reclaimed her fingers and climbed up Lucy's body, and Lucy stretched out her arms to receive her. They fell into a close embrace and kissed warmly, without tongues, hugging and stroking each other, holding each other's eyes.

"Thank you," said Lucy, simply. She turned to me and reached out an arm, inviting me into the embrace, and I joined them to hug, hold each other, and kiss lovingly. The erection I'd been playing with had subsided with the affectionate ending to the women's sex. Emma's licking of Lucy had been an important moment for each of them, and it hadn't required me to insert myself into it while they were so focused on each other. Besides, I wasn't a stud, and I was now confident there would be work worth saving myself for in the near future, so there was no hurry.

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There was an abundance of affection and smiling between us as we got up and had breakfast, touches on shoulders, stroked hair and hugs, but I think we were all in something of a daze. We ambled down to the beach again and swam together at a gentle pace, then chucked an old tennis ball between us while waist deep, allowing spectacular dives to catch wayward throws, particularly graceful when Lucy performed them, as her athletic body rose, water coursing from it, her back arched, and sunlight playing on the curves of her muscles before she sent up a sheet of water either side on landing. I was in love with her abdomen, the visible muscles rippling, the stomach and belly flat, the smooth groin.

It was only after we'd applied our sun cream and were sitting on our towels that we talked. Lucy kicked us off, inevitably, in typical direct style. "Well, that was a bit of a turn up, finding you two going at it this morning!"

"We weren't going at it!" protested Emma. "It was rather a tender moment, if you must know," she continued, pretending to be hurt. "A warm cuddle after a caring conversation."

"Oh yeah," mocked Lucy, "kindly Uncle Dan seemed to be caring for his vulnerable little niece in a very tender fashion!"

We laughed, and I put up a half-hearted defence. "I was making sure she was comfortable. Emotionally and physically."

"... And sexually," teased Lucy.

"Hmm, but you weren't slow to butt in, were you?" I teased back. "Didn't want to miss out on the action."

"And you definitely didn't miss out, did you?!" Emma added, rounding off a fine riposte.

Lucy grinned. "I didn't, fair point!"

"Was it really the first time you'd... you know?" asked Emma.

"It was. If I'd known it was that good I wouldn't have waited this long, though," she joked. "I mean, I've had lots of men do it..."

"Crikey!" I interrupted.

She gave me a withering look. "One at a time," she spelt out as if to an idiot, but spoilt the effect when she added, "... Well, mostly. Anyway, that's not the point. No man has... had that kind of effect!" She widened her eyes at Emma as she said this. "Guessing it wasn't your first attempt?"

Emma gave a coy smile and shook her head. "I like girls as well as boys. Can be a bit awkward, actually, lots of opportunities for misunderstandings. But also has its advantages." She smiled again. "So you hadn't been licked by a woman before, and you hadn't kissed a girl since you were a teenager, but you weren't shy about touching me."

Lucy picked up the gentle challenge. "I know, it's a surprise to me too. I messed around with girlfriends when I was young, before I knew if I was straight or gay. Bit of snogging, bit of fingering in the dark. Not been attracted to women since, I mean, not properly. I can look at a woman and find her attractive, sexy even, but it's not real, it's only in my head. But the last couple of days, being with you... I think you've turned me! No, not really, but it's been lovely, you're so great. I've enjoyed being around you, and... well, you've got an amazing body. I can't keep my eyes off you! Or my hands, it turns out."

Emma blushed, and tried to deflect the compliment. "You've looked at Dan quite a bit."

"Oh, yeah, of course!" She grinned at me. "Also great to be around, nice body, can't keep my eyes off you, etc!"

"Very reassuring," I said, with mild irony.

"I am basically heterosexual! Trust me, sharing a chalet with a nice guy who's naked and has a big knob has occupied a lot of my attention." She addressed Emma again: "But I just found I kept looking at you, and when we were all hugging I felt something."

"A twinge in your minge?"

"Yes! Oh my God, when you shaved me...! That's when the penny dropped."

"Oh, in case you're wondering, I offered to do that because I wanted to help, not to cop a good look and a grope."

We were quiet for a few minutes, and then Lucy returned to her original point. "So you two are cool being uncle and niece, then? I mean, it looked as if you were this morning."

Emma and I looked at each other and burst into laughter, knowing each other's thoughts. She answered: "You know how we think of each other, we've said before. This morning... it was still cool, yeah, but it made things more of a thrill." She looked back at me for confirmation, and I nodded. "Just in the moment, thinking who... who it was who had his fingers in me... when I... that made it so good!"

Emma looked embarrassed by her revelation, but Lucy was chewing her bottom lip and I noticed her press her thighs together. She cleared her throat. "Wow, yeah, OK!"

"Same for me," I added. "It was so exciting, hugging you before Lucy woke up, pressing up behind you. Thinking you're my niece. And my fingers... in you. And you touching me, oh Jesus!" My penis was swelling to half-mast, and the girls watched it grow across my outstretched thigh.

"Yeah, we saw the effect that had!" said Lucy. She reached over and patted my prick gently a couple of times. She wasn't starting something, it was just a friendly fondle, but as casual gestures went I was happy with it.

After another few minutes listening to the sea and the gulls, watching the sun sparkle on the incoming waves, Emma spoke. "Do you think we should have some photos? As it's our last full day - holiday snaps on the beach?"

"You've perked up, haven't you?" observed Lucy. "You were a shy girl when we got here. Now it's nudey pictures!"

"You two are a bad influence. Encouraging me, being supportive, waiting for me to want what you do, being kind. How am I supposed to cope with that?"

"Sorry, yeah, we didn't think it through," I answered.

"I've turned into a brazen hussy. Look what you made me do this morning!"

"Won't happen again."

She picked up her phone and waved it. "So?"

I was very keen on the idea of having photos of these two to look back on, and glad one of them had suggested it, so I looked less like the pervy older guy I was afraid I might appear, or that maybe I actually was. I restrained my reply to a downbeat "Yeah, OK."

Lucy closed one eye and looked sceptical. "Yes, in theory, for you two to have. I'm just a bit nervous of anyone else getting hold of them. We'd have to be careful."

Emma nodded vigorously. "Well, yeah. I don't want pictures of me posing naked with my uncle circulating. There'd be some explaining to do."

"Straight into a secure drive, password protected folder, delete the originals," I threw in, stretching the bounds of my rudimentary IT security knowledge. Lucy nodded, which was gratifying; Emma smiled, which I hoped wasn't just patronising. We did seem to have reached agreement, though.

"You first," Emma directed to me. She edged away a couple of yards and pointed her phone at me, sitting with my legs stretched out, leaning back on my hands. She took a couple, then instructed me to stand up, and took more pictures from different angles, peering at me between shots. It was interesting to be the object in this process, to feel the gaze of Emma's eyes, to see her look me up and down, walk around me, stare, appraise me. Lucy was watching too, and it made me self-conscious, hoping I met their expectations, wanting to please. It was only for a minute or so, not the lifetime of daily scrutiny that they experienced.

Emma lowered her phone, smiled, and said "OK. Lucy?" Lucy was kneeling, and she held her arms out to the sides in a "come and get me" gesture. Emma squatted down and took a picture, and started issuing instructions. "Sit back," and Lucy slipped on to her bottom, legs folded in front. "Cross-legged," and Lucy complied, sitting up to begin with, then propped up on arms behind her hips.

I'd become happily familiar with Lucy's figure over the last couple of days, but in this exercise I was observing her anew. I admired how her body lengthened back, a slim, elegant, form, strong from thighs to shoulders, gently curved at her waist and hips. Her collar bones jutted forward, her breasts were pulled back and sat on her ribs, small pillowy scoops, nipples pointing upwards, her abdominal muscles flexed into a range of subtle ridges as her core held her back straight. Her hip bones were prominent, her belly flat, the skin of her groin sleek, her silky labia parted to expose rosy inner folds, her thighs were muscled, her legs long and strong. All this beauty, each exquisite feature and the graceful whole, was captured by Emma in moments.

A few more pictures followed of Lucy in standing poses, her long hair blowing about her face and shoulders, and Emma turned to me proffering her phone, and said, "My go, I guess." She turned her petite body a little to either side, pausing while I framed and secured each image. The sunlight washed out the light tan she'd developed, leaving her skin pale, and flawless, almost polished, with a faint sheen from the sun cream. Her small breasts made perfect curves, matching the slight curves of her waist and hips. The two-dimensional version on the screen was wholly inferior to the wonderfully real Emma in front of me, but it was permanent, and I knew my future self would thank me for doing this well.

I asked her to turn and look back over her shoulder, and preserved a coy smile and her immaculate behind for posterity, as it were. She sat on the sand as requested, twisted one leg outwards, knee slightly bent, and drew up the other, leaning back on her hands, happy, relaxed and gorgeous. I took pictures from a few angles, one with a clear view of her sex, immodest, almost as explicit as Lucy's pose, and offset by the open innocence of her joyful smile.

"Can I have the two of you together?" I asked.

"You already have," Lucy threw back, making us laugh. She shuffled over and sat next to Emma, and they curled an arm round each other and leant in prettily. They stood for a couple more photos, arms round waists now, hands resting suggestively on each other's hips. Finally they faced each other, hugged their bodies together and kissed, making a stirring image.

I posed with each of them, first holding Emma from behind, my arms round her stomach and ribs, my penis out of shot held against her buttocks. I repeated the pose with Lucy, and couldn't resist bringing up my hands to cup her breasts, making her squeak in surprise, and squirm against me when I lightly pinched her nipples, though she kept looking at the camera. My punishment for this liberty was a final pose on my own, my prick now semi-erect.

We huddled together round Emma's phone to look at the pictures, leaning over to make shade. Most of them were pretty good, and a few were outstanding, and Emma promised to share them with us when we got back to some wifi. As we studied them the screen seemed to grow brighter, and I looked up to see a cloud over the sun, the first we'd seen here. There were more banking up behind it, and I realised that the weather app had been right this morning despite the clear skies earlier. A gust of wind picked up the corner of a towel, and a second felt cool on my bare skin.

"This doesn't look great. Shall we head back?" I suggested. The girls assented and we gathered up our stuff and picked up the path back to the chalet. The first drops of rain fell before we were half way back, and rapidly multiplied into a downpour.

"Oh, this isn't fair! We haven't got any clothes!" Emma raged pointlessly, bent forwards, rain pinging off her shoulders.

"Which means we won't have to dry them," I responded. "Look on the bright side."

In another couple of hundred yards we were soaked, but in truth it was only the same as if we'd just come out of the sea. Soon enough we stopped hurrying and just enjoyed the sensuality of the rain needling our skin, the water dripping over our eyes and squidging in our sandals, and the coolness as it ran down us pursued by the wind, conjuring goose bumps and hard nipples. When we arrived at the chalet we dumped towels and phones under the porch and stood in a ring on the grass, arms outstretched, faces upturned, welcoming the torrent on to our naked bodies, laughing. We embraced, arms sliding across cold, wet backs, and I kissed raindrops off Lucy's forehead while Emma rubbed her face against my dripping chest.