Unknown - The early adventures of Tracy and Jeannie

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 conspiratorial 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.