Chapter 2

Madi came in from her swim with her towel over her shoulder, affording me a good look at her slim body. The wet, clingy white Speedo left nothing to the imagination. My “little” niece’s small breasts were lovingly molded by the wet fabric and her pink nipples were fully erect. The arches of her pelvis just showed on either side of her muscled belly. The suit had no shadow panel at the juncture of her long, slim legs, and the transparent lycra failed to conceal her impressive pubic mound, swollen vulva, and accentuated the tiny sheath peeking out at the top of her slit – all in all, an amazing camel toe.

Un-uncle-ish thoughts crossed my perverted mind, as I remembered her mom’s pubescent body at the same age. I quickly put them aside as she piped up, “Well, can I go? Can I?”

“Oh ... I guess so,” I muttered.

Seconds later I was straddled by an ecstatic little redhead, wet swimsuit and all, again covering my face with kisses between excited squeals. A few of the kisses “missed” my cheeks and hit my mouth instead, with – I could have sworn – just a hint of soft little tongue!

“Oh, thank you Uncle Jack! Thank you! I’ll be the best traveling companion you ever had, I promise! I won’t get in the way, and I’ll keep you company, and I’ll cook for you and you will be so happy I’m there, I promise!”

“I’m happy that you can come,” I told her. “I know We’ll have a great time, and so will your mom and Edie!”

Then, becoming aware that my less intellectual head was noticing the wet crotch pressing against it, I kissed her on the cheek, grasped her slim waist, and gently removed her from her clinging attachment.

“Run upstairs and shower, Honey. Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes,” her mom told her.

We both watched the white-clad rump as she mounted the stairs. Leah reached over and patted my crotch.

“Down, boy,” my sister admonished, “she’s only 14 years old!”

Then she winked.