Part IV - Choices So Dangerous

His arms beat the chlorinated water, but to no avail, he failed to make contact with anything except more water.

Dammit! Where is she?!

Kev Heterson sighed and gave in, decided to try the direct approach again.

“Marco?” he called out.

And from a good deal away and nearly behind him came the reply:

“Polo!”

“Wha--you’re cheating!”

“I am not!” jeered his Auntie Dale back at him as she bobbed up-and-down in the deep end of the swimming pool, “Anyway, how exactly does anybody even cheat at Marco Polo?” then she scowled as she realized that her sixteen year-old nephew, blindfolded with a the belt from her yellow terry-cloth robe, was wading steadily toward her.

“Hey! Getting me to talk more, that’s cheating!”

“Nope!” he grinned and closed on her position beneath the diving board, “You didn’t have to answer me, Auntie! Hah! Classic rookie mistake!”

“Ohhh, you!” she giggled and shook her head, “You’re the mistake!”

“You’re still about to lose!” he laughed and beating the water made a blind lunge for her.

“Not going to happen!” and she upended and made to dive deep, Kev’s grasping hands desperately clawed at her, but the right one slipped off her slippery descending leg and then she was gone, off soaring across the bottom of the pool like a dolphin racing across a coral reef.

Kev slapped the water and bopped his head off the the bottom of the diving board, “Damn! Almost had her! Hey, wait...”

And he raised his left hand above the water, something was caught on it, hooked in the wristband of his waterproof Swatch. He tugged it loose, felt it. It was fabric, not too large, about as wide as his palm, and it had ... strings ... hanging off ... of it...

No way...!

“Um ... Marco?” he ventured nervously and waited for a response, but none came, Auntie Dale must still be submerged. She was really good at holding her breath, which was probably why she had been kicking his ass at the Marco Polo game for more then ten minutes now.

So he chanced it and pushed up the left side of the makeshift blindfold and stared down at his unexpected prize. Yep, there was no mistaking it, in his hand was, wonders of heavenly wonders, the bottom part of Auntie Dale’s

“Bikini!” gasped the lady in question as she broke the surface on the opposite end of the pool, her back to him.

Kev’s mind whirled fast and with great reluctance he tossed the g-string away, then tugged the blindfold back down over his eye. Just in time too, because Dale had just finished dog-paddling around to face his direction.

“Uh ... is there a problem, Auntie?” he inquired as innocently as he could muster.

“Um ... no-no, nothing really.” the leggy blonde replied quickly, her emerald eyes scanning the surface of the pool rapidly, then they locked onto the missing part of her wardrobe floating about a meter away from her nephew. She began paddling toward him fast, “Okay, heh, um, just stay where you are.”

Kev decided to have some fun with it and slowly extended a hand up out of the water, reaching for his blindfold, “Is everything okay? Is the game over?”

“No! Everything’s fine, Kev! We’re still playing, just give me a sec to find a new position.”

“Are you sure, because-”

“I’m sure!” and she snatched at the floating yellow triangle, missed it, and the resultant wave unfortunately (for her) sent the bottom of her bikini floating off toward Kev. Dale’s eyes bugged and she made a final desperate lunge for it, kicking up her feet and surging for it.

The g-string smucked into Kev’s chin as his aunt surged in for it, he caught it up and feigned more confusion, “Huh? What’s this?”

“Gimme that, you!” she growled, half laughing, and then they intersected and went surging down below the surface of the pool, limbs flailing and grasping at each other.

They struck bottom, Kev on his back with his Aunt on top, and without thinking the nephew’s instincts made him do the unthinkable: his hand which was already on her back as they rolled along the bottom caught the string of her top and tugged it loose. Dale of course didn’t even notice, so intent was she on keeping a grip on her recovered g-string. She pushed away from her nephew and flew back to the surface, broke it in a spray and splashed as quick as she could to the nearest ladder. She was up it as fast as she could go, and clambered out and onto the tiles and was sticking the g-string through her legs and knotting it’s sides even as she heard Kev break the surface behind her.

Yes! Close but no cigar! She tightened the final knot as Kev reached the ladder and hauled himself out as well.

“Auntie Dale? What was that all about?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Just horsing around, because--because you were trying to trick me.” she turned back to face him, hands on her hips, “You’re a bad boy, Kev.”

“Sorry, Auntie.” he said apologetically, then pulled off the blindfold and shot her a lopsided grin. Which rapidly dissolved into his jaw dropping.

“What?” she blinked at him in confusion.

Talk about needing my camera phone! His amazed mind railed in happy ‘annoyance’.

Dale caught sight of what Kev was grasping in his hand, “Wait, what?! How can you have ... my top!” and she looked down at her very bare chest, her extremely impressive breasts bare and gleaming wet.

“Oh crap!”

“Ohh ... Auntie...” breathed Kev as he ogled her.