Chapter 3

The next day I saw very little of the ladies. Shopping was the agenda, and after a quick breakfast they were off to the mall. I slipped Madi a couple of hundred-dollar bills and whispered that she should get her mom a nice going away present. She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and headed out for their day of adventure.

I spent the day revising some of my plans to include my young companion. A dolphin swim and maybe some snorkeling with lots of sunscreen, a Buffett concert that needed an extra ticket, and so forth. I also changed my reservation to a suite with two bedrooms. Then I repacked the Quattroporte to accommodate the extra luggage (I hoped), found my Kindle, donned my Speedo, and stretched out by the pool in the shade to read until the girls got back.

I was awakened by two big splashes to my left, followed by a scattering of droplets. Looking drowsily at the pool, I saw my niece’s curly red pageboy, accompanied by a blonde ponytail. “Wake up, sleepyhead”, my redheaded niece shouted, “Time to hit the pool!”

Madison climbed out of the pool, followed by a tiny platinum-haired vision in an equally tiny bikini. Madi herself was wearing another more or less transparent Speedo, in a pale pink so close to her natural complexion that it was pretty startling. Then it segued to simply sexy as hell. Her pale nipples, erect from the chilly water, stood out atop her A-cup tits – again, clearly visible through the wet fabric. My eyes slid down her flat tummy and pretty belly-button to the rising mound of her pubes. Again nobstructed by any shadow panel, her pussy was quite visible, and her little clit was quite prominently erect. Her long, slim legs stretched down to delicate feet. All in all, she was a 15-year-old boy’s wet dream.

<If only she were 10 years older ... and not my niece! I hope she never wears that suit anywhere but in front of her mom and girlfriends! And me, please God, and me!>

Madi introduced her friend as Ella. The tiny gamine gave her pal a dirty look, then shot me a devastating smile. She announced, “You can call me Elle, and I’ll call you Uncle Jack! don’t EVER call me Ella!”

Elle, who, at less than five feet, came up only to Madi’s chin, wore a bikini with a white, unlined halter top that barely covered her breasts, a bit more developed than Madison’s and revealed by the wet, clinging top to great advantage. The bottom consisted of a tiny black triangle with a seam down the middle that made it hug the contours of her plump labia. A quarter-inch of mons was visible on either side. Seeing my inspection she pirouetted, and I saw that the back consisted of only a quarter-inch bit of ribbon that disappeared between two perfect little buns, ivory white like Madi’s. No sun-bunnies these girls. The round little globes merged into two shapely, muscular dancer’s legs, slim ankles, and tiny feet. Little Elle was a pocket-sized femme-fatale – a perfect foil for her long-legged, redheaded partner.

Each girl reached for a hand and “pulled” me to my feet. Turning, they pulled with all their might and I allowed them to throw my 210 pounds into the pool. Then with much giggling they joined me. We were in the deep end. I could stand easily, but my long, lanky niece was on tip-toes. Tiny Elle was treading water vigorously. Shortly I had a little girl on each side with an arm around my neck and slim legs clasped around my thighs. I had no place to put my hands except their backs, and when they began to slip downward, without thinking I grasped a tight butt in each hand.

Madison seemed to take the support in the way it was intended and began chattering about her shopping trip and how Elle had come along and helped her pick out outfits, and Mom had let her get whatever she wanted, and she’d gotten this hot suit – “don’t you think it’s super hot, Uncle Jack?” – and Elle had got her bikini because she looked so cute when she tried it on that Mom just had to get it for her, and on, and on.

Elle, on the other hand, was clearly taking a different view of the situation. Although punctuating Madi’s remarks with her own, she obviously had other things in mind. Hitching herself higher on my hip until her slim thigh was in my crotch instead of around my leg, she reached behind her and positioned my hand lower on her rump so that my middle finger was in her tight little crack. Giving the finger a firm push, she returned her hand to the front and slid it inside my Speedo, the stretch fabric allowing her small hand to grasp my already hardened cock firmly.