Taboo Erotica: In The Pool With Uncle Larry

First in a series by Lexi Wood: 

In The Pool With Uncle Larry (available from Amazon as  In The Pool With Taboo Larry)

By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she takes care of him.

Oh, there are about a million reasons why Theresa should keep her paws off Larry. For starters, he’s her uncle. In case that’s not enough, she’s been playing nanny to his kids since their mother ran off. When Uncle Larry catches Theresa alone in the pool at two in the morning (and doing more than just skinny dipping), they can’t resist temptation any longer. Why does something so wrong feel so right?

There’s no way the boys—or anyone else—can find out what’s really going on. It’s too taboo…


Theresa crept down the stairs, quiet as a mouse, trying to remember which one squeaked—the second or third?  She couldn’t jump over both of them, could she?  Well, she’d give it her best shot.  Anything was better than waking up Uncle Larry and the boys at two in the morning, and having them all race from their rooms to find her in the front hall wearing nothing but a towel.

Leaning into the bannister, Theresa heaved herself over steps three and two, landing on one with a dulcet thud.  As the naked pads of her feet met the hardwood, her towel untucked itself.  Her breasts were the only things holding it up, and they weren’t much help.  Her towel dropped to the floor, leaving her completely nude at the base of the stairs.

Her heart hushed as she whipped around, looking up to the second floor.  She had that eerie feeling, like someone was watching, but there was nobody up there.  Her uncle and his two boys were tucked into their respective beds, sawing logs.  If she listened closely, she could hear their gentle breaths rising and falling.

Theresa picked up her towel and wrapped it around her bare body, then made her way to the kitchen.  She flipped the lock on the sliding glass door, and then reached for the childproof latch.  The night was velvet-dark, but the pool had subtle lights shining up from the base.  It was actually kind of eerie.

Slipping from the air-conditioned kitchen into the backyard’s tepid humidity, Theresa crept across the stone patio.  Finally, the whole pool to herself!  Whenever she wanted to swim during the day, the boys had to come with her, and then she spent the whole time catering to their safety.  She never got a chance to slip underwater and do laps.

As for the nudity?  Well, that wasn’t really her style.  She’d much rather wear her bathing suit, in case somebody spotted her, but she’d tossed it in the laundry and there was no way in hell she’d go into that scary basement at two in the morning. She’d just have to settle for skinny dipping.

Gazing up at the fence to make sure no neighbours were watching, Theresa slowly unwrapped her towel.  She folded it up into a neat little bundle and set it on a deck chair, then covered her breasts with both hands.  The shimmer off the water danced against her light brown skin like rays of sunshine, beckoning her into the pool.


LEXI WOOD is a sock puppet who came to life one night while her keeper was out picking up Chinese food.  When nobody’s around, she bashes her face against a typewriter until stories come out. And those stories are shocking.

Lexi’s exterior is 53% acrylic, 37% nylon, and 10% recycled tinsel.  On the inside, she’s full of bloodlust, wanderlust, lust-lust, bathtub gin, and pills she found on the floor.  She also got into those tranquilizers you give your cat to get it in the travel carrier.  You shouldn’t leave those things lying around.

Handmade in Vulgaria.

When she’s feeling dirty, Lexi likes to be held in soapy water and rubbed vigorously.  In her spare time, she sits on the shelf, waiting for someone to shove a fist in her hole.

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Kinksters: 12 Stories of Wild Group Sex, Bisexual Fun and Kinky Pleasures

Kinky couples are great, but nothing beats a big group of kinksters!

In this anthology by kinky queer Canadian Giselle Renarde, a Domme and sub share their fetish with an old friend while a sword collector pays five young men to fulfill her sex swing fantasy. Geeky grad students chase tornadoes and tail while an unapologetic cougar gets licked by three college girls. There’s an all-girl waxing session, a vintage clothing enthusiast who’s shocked to discover her lover’s “other woman” is actually a man, and a bureaucrat whose male escorts happen to be angels. All this and so much more.

Twelve sexy stories are ready and waiting. On your mark… get set… KINK!

Table of Contents

1. Knowing the Ropes
2. Five Body Blade
3. Elementary, My Dear Kathryn
4. Honey Trap
5. In the Eye
6. Waxing is for Pussies
7. The Other Other Woman
8. Tisha and Narine’s Afterhours Fetish Party
9. Wonderful Wing Boys
10. Debbie Does Dalhousie
11. Rainbow Night
12. Lesbukake

Excerpt (from Knowing the Ropes):

Jansey squirmed against the rope, and against the ever-more-confining crotch of her one-piece spandex skipping outfit.  Her pussy lips were thick and throbbing, and she’d give anything in the world to touch herself right now.

“You make it sound like I’m horny in a general way. I’m not.  I’m only hot for…”  Jansey lowered her eyes and her voice.  “…only for you guys…”

Ruby and Beatriz chuckled deeply.  They were holding each other now, and Ruby cooed, “You gotta beg for it, little sister.”

A glimmer of hope shot through Jansey’s embarrassment.  “Oh, I beg you… please!”

Beatriz approached, inching slowly across the gymnasium.  “Gotta do better than that, kid.”

Why did they always call her kid, little sister, little girl? All four of them were the same age, all in third year at university, and she wasn’t that much shorter than Ruby or Beatriz.  Maybe it was her manner.  Granted, she was a little more childish than the rest of them—gullible and na├»ve at times, too.

“Please,” Jansey said, this time with all the desperation she felt in her body.  “I need you to touch me and kiss me and lick me in all the right places, like you did that night.”

“I don’t know,” Ruby teased.  The three of them closed in, looming tall above her.  “How can we be sure it’ll improve your performance?”

“It will!” Jansey cried.  She felt anxious now, her skin itchy, clit pounding, like if they didn’t do it she would just die.  Her heart hammered so loudly it was all she could hear.  “Please…I promise…please…”



Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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