Chapter 1

My sister had to go up to Jacksonville for a seminar. She decided instead of leaving my niece Toni with me (Bummer!) she’d drop her off in New Smyrna Beach to spend the weekend with her cousins on her dad’s side. I planned on a long weekend of choosing and editing photographs for my current book, due at my editor’s in a couple of weeks, since my beguiling niece wouldn’t be in residence.

Saturday morning about 08:00 they showed up to grab a couple of bikinis that my niece had left at my place. We finally found them under her bed. Toni didn’t use them much; she preferred swimming – and sunning – and running around the place in general – totally nude. I told Toni that I’d be hanging around the house by myself since she wasn’t going to be there (wink, wink) and I was going to miss her. I kissed her on the cheek, gave her mom a big smooch and sent them off on their road trip. Toni didn’t get to spend much time with her mom, so I hoped they’d have fun. Then I went back inside to get some work done.

About 10:00 the doorbell rang. I slipped an old t-shirt on over my faded swim trunks, and flip-flopped to the door to see who was bothering me on a Saturday morning.

When I opened the door, I found myself looking about 8 inches over a blonde head topped by a high ponytail. Looking downward, I met the huge sapphire blue eyes of Jamie Evans, Toni’s bestie.

Jamie marched past me and tossed her backpack on the floor. “Hi, Uncle Jack! I came to spend the weekend with Toni!”

“I’m sorry, Jamie, but she’s gone for the weekend to see her cousins in Melbourne!”

“Oh, Uncle Jack! I just said that because ... I knew Toni wasn’t here, but my mom’s been drinking and she’s on the rag and she’s a total bitch and I just HAVE to get out of that house! Please let me stay with you! I’ll just read and swim and stuff and I’ll leave you totally alone.”

Jamie had stayed over at my place many times, since Toni was with me a lot while her mom was working. She was a sweet kid and we got along well. But ... without her mom knowing? Ehhh...

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Jamie.”

“Pleeeeeze, Uncle Jack? She’s being SO mean!”

Huge blue eyes.

“What if she calls and wants to talk to Jamie?”

“I’ll just tell her wait a minute and put her on hold and then I’ll call Jamie and put her on conference like we usually do [Usually do?] and if I can’t get her I’ll tell Mom she’s asleep and I don’t want to wake her up and let her talk to you instead!”

Against my better judgment, I leaned out the door and waved to her mom, who waved back and backed out of the drive.

I closed the door, turned around and ran into a big hug. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou Uncle Jack! I won’t be any trouble at all. You won’t even know I’m here!”

Somehow I doubted that.

I couldn’t believe that I’d let her talk me into deceiving her mom so easily. However, I HAVE briefly experienced the woman when she was “in a mood” and could readily understand why Jamie wanted to avoid a weekend of it. I also got why her mom and dad were no longer together. Sara is a slim, perfectly-proportioned blonde, with the same penetrating blue eyes as her 14-year-old daughter. They’re both absolutely ravishing, but the resemblance stops there. When I first met her I’d had carnal thoughts for about the first five seconds, but then she opened her mouth. Against all odds, Jamie is a total sweetheart.

What was done was done, and nothing for it. Jamie took her backpack upstairs to the guest room ... Toni’s room, for all practical purposes ... and I went back to Photoshop. A couple of minutes later she flip-flopped back down the stairs in a tiny white bikini bottom, cut so low it revealed the upper curve of her prominent mons, and loosely tied at the sides. Our family had never been big about false modesty, and bikini tops (or any other clothes, for that matter) were optional around the house at Toni’s proclamation. Reflective windows, high hedges around the pool area, and a louvered wooden fence provided plenty of privacy. My niece’s friends got a kick out of running around and showing off their budding development, and I was used to seeing lots of teen skin. This time, though, I noticed Jamie’s nice B-cup tits and bouncy butt with more than passing interest as she walked through my office area.

“Gonna have a swim, Uncle Jack! Keep an eye on me, okay?”

“No problem.”

I communed with my rising erection as I watched Jamie’s ass, about one-third covered by the Brazilian-cut panty, wiggle across the rec room and pool deck. Newly-attuned to the attraction of tween girls by my recent tete-a-tete with my niece, my cock and I agreed that “keeping an eye” on Jamie would be no inconvenience at all.

I’d spent another hour or thereabouts on the photos when I had a sudden thought. Toni and Jamie were lovers as well as BFF’s, having discovered the fun of girl on girl sex more-or-less on their own, which my niece had explained to me the previous week in lurid detail while happily “seducing” me. I suddenly realized that there was no chance in hell that they hadn’t hashed over every detail of Toni’s experience, and I began to wonder just how much of an accident Jamie’s arrival when I was alone for the weekend might have been.

I decided to test the waters, and getting in the pool was the easiest way. I went upstairs to change out of my old swim shorts to a minimally-cut white Speedo that my sister had made me wear one weekend when we were puttering around my place alone.

Tina and I have had an on again, off again sexual relationship since we started experimenting at around puberty respectively. We got each other’s cherry a couple of years later. Many happy hours have ensued over the following couple of decades, slacking off when her husband Tony was around, and me filling in when he was deployed with his Army unit. When he came home in a coffin we consoled each other frequently, despite her being pregnant with Toni at the time. I had always suspected he knew about us, and one night Tina confirmed it.

Anyway, the Speedo was a relic of a weekend when Toni was at her cousins’ a couple of years before, and I’d kept it because slipping it on occasionally encouraged me to stay in shape. At 6 feet even and about 190, I was mostly still the same guy who’d staggered out of Recon school eight years before. Pride kept me running thirty miles a week, albeit without the 60 pound pack. I figured today might be an appropriate time to bring the Speedo into play again.

Jamie was lounging on a chaise at the opposite side of the pool when I came out the sliding doors, in my flip-flops with a towel over my shoulder. She was trying to be Ms. Cool, but I could see her watching out of the corner of her eye.

“Thought I’d join you,” I called.

She rolled on her side facing me, her tiny waist contrasting with wide hips and enhanced by her position. Her nipples quickly came to attention.

“Whoooo-eeee, Uncle Jack! Some hot suit! I can’t wait to see it wet!”

Yep. She knew. And she knew I knew she knew, and all that.

“So I’ve been told, Sweetie!”

“I bet Toni was the one who told you!”

Big grin.

Oh yeah! She knows everything!

Blushing down to my balls, I grinned back. “Yep. She liked it a lot. I hope you will, too!”

I figured I might as well put it out there, ‘cause it’s out of the box ... but, hopefully, not for long.

“Well, get it wet and come over here so I can see if I like it,” the blonde minx suggested.

I waded in, crossed the pool and tossed my towel to Jamie. Then I swam a couple of quick laps and heaved myself over the side of the pool in front of her. I didn’t need to look to know that she could clearly see my whole package, now half erect, including the fact that I’d been given a wax job by my sister only a couple of weeks before. I’m not very hirsute to start with, so there’s not much contrast.

“Oooo! Neat! Toni said you were like totally bald down there, but I didn’t know how it would look. My dad’s all hairy!”

Well, the cat was out of the bag now, for sure, and it sounded like bagging some pussy was well within reach!

“Yep, her mom likes it that way, and she seems to like it, too. What do YOU think?”

“It’s SO hot I can’t even tell you!” She looked at my erection. “Can I take your suit off? I want to look closer, and it looks really crowded in there!” (Pretty blush, all the way down to her pretty tits.)

“It feels pretty crowded, but it’s not fair unless you take yours off, too!”

Jamie stood up. Turning to one side, she put one foot on the chaise lounge, giving me a good look at the sexy gap between her slim thighs. I could see that her bikini panty was still dry – except for a big wet spot. She reached up and removed the tie from her ponytail, shaking her long hair out around her shoulders.