Chapter 10

We got into Key West about 8:30 p.m. Madison immediately ran up the stairs to the second level of the suite and claimed the queen-sized bed and the picture window looking out over the water as her own. The super king in the master bedroom downstairs was fine with me, so I began piling my gear in there after humping Madi’s amazing quantity of stuff up the stairs for her later distribution. I reminded her that we would be there for a month and it would be to her advantage to unpack completely, put her things in the bureau and closet, and stow her luggage likewise.

“Bullshit, Mr. Marine! I bet I’m as squared-away as you. My mom’s a neat freak!”

Then my barely post-pubescent lover kicked off her flats and took off her jacket. After closing the vertical blinds, she pulled her tube top over her head. Then she daintily removed her tiny skirt, sliding it down her legs while facing away, thus giving me an amazing view of her perfect butt as it moved gently back and forth. Then, with a grin, she walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Determined not to give in, I forced myself to go downstairs.

I finished unloading the car, while thinking to myself that I would just let Madi take the lead in whatever she had planned for the evening. (I was sure she had something planned; she is Leah’s daughter.) I would put her stuff in her own room, and let her sleep wherever she liked. Although my discomfort with the situation was intense in some respects, I had already committed several felonies and looked forward to many more, and her comfort with our situation was paramount. My incestuous little lover talked a good game, but it was up to her to step up to the plate and take the first swing before I made any advances at all.

Madi finished showering and pranced down the stairs wearing the sexiest pale green swimsuit I had ever seen. The top was a more-or-less demure “wimmer’s pullover. It covered her upper torso down to about two inches below her little boobs, skin tight and conforming to every tiny dimple but still pretty much max coverage. The bottom could have been described as a thong turned around backward, except that the back was tinier still. The strings around her hips widened to a triangle just big enough to cover her swelling mound. Elastic strips molded it along the sides, while a strip down the middle gave the effect of a little green pussy, instead of a covered one. It was shocking, but at the same time totally cute.

“Like my suit, Jack”, my princess asked.

I replied with “Helloooo Kitty,” for as she got close I realized that her top had the little cartoon cat outlined in small pink crystals of some kind. A matching string of even tinier gems ran down the edges of the bikini panty, merging into one line as they dove into her cleft, where one larger white crystal twinkled directly over her clitoral hood as she proudly pirouetted.

“The crystals are Swarovskis; Elle’s mom ordered it for me specially for our trip! Isn’t it cool? She knows a place online that sells really sexxy stuff for kids, and she gets a lot of Elle’s clothes there. Maybe you didn’t notice, but my Elle’s a sort of an exhibitionist.” (wink, wink)

<Yeah, kid. Like you’re not!>

I replied that “cool” hardly applied, but that “hot” was totally appropriate.

Madi then walked up, putting one arm around my waist, one leg between my thighs, and the other wrapped around behind my calf. With the unoccupied hand, she held up the little bag. “Here, Jack! This is ‘specially for you!”

I opened the bag while trying to ignore the hot – and, I thought, slightly damp – juvenile crotch pressed against my thigh. Inside was a gift-wrapped package containing a generic “speedo” that matched Madi’s bikini colors (although without the crystals and Hello Kitty applique). But what a Speedo! the sides were nearly as narrow as hers, and the back was virtually a thong. The front, all one piece with no seams, was really stretchy material that would cling to my package like it was glued. It looked like it would be see-thru, as it was completely unlined. I saw my sister’s hand at work.

“Go put it on, Jack, pleeeze,” begged my mini-girlfriend.

“Okay,” I said, “But I want to get a shower first. Why don’t you close the blinds and then look up a pizza joint that delivers. I like everything except anchovies, with lots of extra cheese.”

Giving me an extra hug and a little hump, she replied, “Okay, Captain Jack!” and disengaged with a loving pat on what I was coming to believe would be a permanent erection. She bounced upstairs, tight little butt wiggling sinfully, and I went into the master bedroom to take my shower and try on my gift. I was sure of one thing: whether it fit or not, I would never wear it in public!

After I finished my shower and dried off, I tried on the suit. It wasn’t much different from a jockstrap; it just looked a bit classier (if a “garment” that makes you look like a male stripper can be called classy). As I suspected, it was pretty see-thru and would be totally so if wet. After considering that for a few moments, I decided to go in a direction that I knew would thrill Madi. Getting back in the shower, I used the beard trimmer on my electric razor to remove as much of my pubic hair as I could without damaging myself. Then I lathered the stubble thoroughly, let it sit for a couple of minutes, then rinsed thoroughly. Then I carefully shaved my pubic area and balls, getting them as smooth as possible.

<That will keep the pubic hair out of Madi’s mouth, and will look a lot better in the suit.>