(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)
A week after that first pool party at my brother’s, I called my sister-in-law’s brother, Dave. He had mentioned doing some fishing and a business proposition for me. We agreed to meet at the Sun Bay Marina, where he kept his boat, a week from that Friday at 9:00 in the morning. I took a mental health day from work and got to the marina a little early.
I was waiting by the boat when Dave pulled into the parking lot. He didn’t arrive alone. He had his two nieces with him. I had heard that Paula and Diana were going to be visiting from Grand Rapids. They are the daughters of another one of his sisters and I hadn’t seen them in a few years. Growing up, Paula was always very outgoing and active in all family activities. Diana was a much quieter child; she kept to herself and would often end up sitting with me as the other children ran off. We always had nice conversations; I liked her a lot; but, I didn’t see her all that often.
Paula, then fifteen, was finishing her sophomore year of high school. She was, and still is, very petite, with long, curly (permed), dirty blonde hair. She was very pretty, bordering on beautiful; a girl who might have been at her prime in looks, at fifteen, but instead, was just getting ready to blossom into a genuine beauty. She was a cheerleader, an accomplished gymnast, and her five-foot tall body showed it. She was as cute as cute can be and when she smiled her face lit up and her eyes twinkled. Her legs were beautifully developed, her body showed almost no extra weight and her breasts were filling out nicely and proportionately. She was wearing extremely short cut-off jeans and a white t-shirt.
Diana was fourteen and finishing the ninth grade. She, too, was a cheerleader, and a gymnast. She had jet-black hair and olive colored skin. She was slightly shorter than Paula and extremely petite. While Paula had more of a northern European look, Diana was definitely Mediterranean. She was a natural beauty with an angular jaw line and high cheekbones. She had on low-slung, “Pink” pajama-type sweat pants, with a black t-shirt that didn’t reach her waist. She was carrying a Paris tote bag over her left shoulder. Her exposed midriff was tan, flat, and taut. Diana walked with an air of confidence that was more appropriate for someone twice her age.
When she noticed me, Paula shrieked out my name and, came running with her arms extended for a hug. She about knocked me down when she literally jumped into my arms. Lord did she feel good! She delivered a full body hug that started with her legs wrapped around my waist and, her arms around my neck. Soon enough, she had her feet on the ground; but, maintained the tight hug. Her tits were rock hard and pressing right into my abdomen. She gave enough of a hip thrust to make contact with me; she released me and said, “Uncle Mike, I haven’t seen you in years! I wish you would come around more when we visit.”
“Maybe I should come around more. My God! You are a genuine beauty!” She smiled a shy smile, stepped back, did a quick spin and ended in a pose with her hand on her hip.
With an exaggerated southern drawl she said, “Why Michael, how you do flatter me!” She let out a laugh, turned back and, called to her sister, “Diana! Hurry up! Come here and say hi to Uncle Mike.”
Diana walked up, reached her free arm up and around my neck, pulled me downward and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I put my hand on the small of her back and pulled her in just ever so slightly. She held on for a second, looked at me, and said, “Mike, it’s so good to see you ... I ... we ... we’ve all missed you.”
Diana then pulled back, placed her legs together, stood with a bit of an arch to her back so her little butt stuck out a bit, looked up at me and said, “When Uncle Dave said you were going out on the boat with him, we both wanted to come along.”
Paula was watching Dave bring the supplies to the boat. She turned to us and said, “She wasn’t going to come until she heard you were going to be here too.”
I glanced at Diana; but, she was glaring at Paula, who was already giggling about embarrassing her sister. I stepped behind Diana, placed myself between the girls, with one arm around each of them and said, “I don’t care how it worked out, or why. I’m happy the two of you are here and we’re going to have a great day!” I led them over to the boat, and we all proceeded to get things ready for a day on the water.
Dave’s boat was a thirty-four foot, rigged-out, cruiser. There was a very nice forward berth area and another one aft. The main cabin area had a complete galley and, a comfortable sitting area. The top side seating consisted of two cushioned side benches, which ran along both sides of the boat. There were two swivel Captains’ chairs up front, two custom installed aft fishing seats, a fish cooler/cleaning station, and a live bait well. I could never figure out where he got the money for the things he had.
With my help, we got everything stowed. Dave took command and piloted us out onto the lake. The girls were sitting on the prow of the boat with their feet dangling down. When we entered open waters, Dave sped up and soon the boat was slicing through the water. The girls were hanging on for dear life and screaming every time the boat broke through a wave.
Dave explained that we were going to head west to Merton Island and anchor in the cove. The girls would go ashore, and we would fish and talk in private. The next thirty minutes was spent enjoying the ride and the view of the girls up front.
As we neared the cove, Dave slowed the boat and called to the girls to get ready to go ashore. They scampered back into the cockpit area and stripped off their outer clothes; exposing the bikinis they had on underneath. They both put their hair back in ponytails with scrunchies. Once ready, they tried to see over the front console as we made our way into the cove; but, due to their lack of height, had no luck. Paula knelt up on one of the captain’s chairs, leaving Diana with no way to see.
Diana turned and looked at me; I came forward, turned her around, and lifted her up by the waist. I snuggled her butt just under my chest, and folded both my arms around her waist. She shifted, ever so slightly a couple of times, until she was comfortable. I couldn’t believe how small and light she was. Her back was inches from my face and her aroma was so young, so soft, so tantalizing. I could see the very light, short, soft hairs covering her body; I shifted an arm down to hold her across the thighs. She leaned back, ever so slightly, and covered my face with her back. She leaned further and I had to move my head to one side in order to see. I loosened my grip, just a bit, and she turned slightly sideways to put her arm around my neck. I was greeted with a bikini-clad miniature breast, just inches from my eyes. We decelerated further as we entered the cove. Dave anchored the boat so that the aft was facing shore, and the bow was pointing out to the lake. The water was about three to four feet deep at the aft. He said, “All right, now you two get overboard and have some fun. Mike and I are going to talk some business and fish.”
I placed Diana back on the deck, and she headed to the aft. I turned in time to see Paula give Dave a hug and kiss. He gave her a gentle squeeze and pat on the ass as she turned to join her sister. They jumped off the boat, holding hands, and squealed when they hit the cold water. Of course, they were very careful not to get their hair wet. They headed to shore and started to explore the small, empty island.
Dave retrieved a couple of cold ones; we sat in the fishing chairs and watched the girls walking around on shore. I glanced at Dave and asked, “OK man, what gives?”
Dave laughed and replied, “What gives? A lot of things! What should we talk about first?”
Glancing back toward shore, I replied, “I think you should tell me what we’re doing out here with your nieces, before we talk about anything else.”
Dave paused, and said, “Fair enough. You don’t come around enough to see anything and I can’t say I blame ya; hell, if they all weren’t my family, I’d have nothing to do with any of them. Anyway, about two years ago, Paula starts to get all touchy-feely with me every time I see her. Crawling all over me, giving me hugs and kisses that are way too intense for an uncle and a niece. So, I decided, what the hell! I begin working her like any other piece of pussy I want and, a year ago, bingo! She gives in and I fuck her brains out, right down there, in the front berth, at the marina.”
I didn’t quite know what to say! He continued, “You know what I mean? Hell, I’ve watched you with Anna Maria ... she’s a hot little thing, and, she’s got it bad for you ... you gonna tell me you haven’t done anything there?”
At that point, I got a bit scared. Dave isn’t a big man, but he’s construction worker-strong, with muscles like steel. Not pumper, muscleman strong; but hammering nails for twenty years strong. I’m no slouch, but, I’m certain he could kill me with his bare hands in short order, and, we’re talking about his niece here. Before I could say anything, he said, “Mind you, I don’t really give a shit. Her mother’s a slut, and a pig, and Anna Maria will likely turn out that way too. Maybe you’re the only good thing in her life. Shit, if you’re not fucking her, I’m telling you to start as soon as possible, before she gets as big as her mother!”
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