(Adapted with permission from a true story sent to me by a reader. The names have been changed to protect the guilty!)
Uncle Jim wasn't really her uncle.
He was an old friend of her mother and when Abby got into trouble with the law her mom sent her off to live with him until the trouble blew over. Abby's dreams to start college in the fall had been smashed when she got herself drunk and then tried to drive home. No one got hurt but she did some damage to a number of cars before she managed to make it home. Then the cops came to investigate the felony hit and run. Abby's mom responded by quickly packing her up and sending her off to stay with Jim for the summer and maybe even the rest of the year while she sorted out the problems.
When Abby arrived at the airport in Minneapolis Jim had warmly greeted her and then they had a pleasant drive back to his place. Jim's home was situated on an island in the middle of a small lake and his family had owned the place since the late 1800âēs. Abby was somewhat amused when she had to get into a canoe for the final trip to the house.
Settling into the old home Abby and Jim got along fairly well. But Abby was soon keenly aware of Jim sometimes staring at her. She had mixed feelings and found herself vacillating between subtly teasing the older man and being a little put off by his growing interest in her.
Abby's native poor judgment having put her in this situation in the first place, she naturally found herself teasing the man more than avoiding him.
The summer wore on and soon enough it was hot and humid. The old house lacked for modern air conditioning so Abby's solution was to wear her blue terry cloth romper almost exclusively. The outfit didn't lend itself to a bra so she didn't bother with one. Besides, she had the smallest boobs of anyone she knew and didn't normally wear a bra except for modesty.
A particularly hot Memorial day found Jim going for a swim to cool off. He didn't care to wear a swimsuit and so Abby got herself a view of her first mature penis when Jim exited the water. It dangled limply between his legs and she drew in a breath as she imagined what it was like at other times.
"Like what you see?" said Jim as he walked by her.
Ever the smartass Abby looked up at him, "It's a little small but it's nice, yeah."
Jim laughed a bit and then just sat back on the chaise across from Abby to dry off. He closed his eyes to enjoy the warm sun fully aware of Abby's eyes being locked onto his crotch.
When it was lunch time Jim pulled on his shorts and the two of them enjoyed a light repast.
Jim went off to do some work and Abby went back to trying to keep cool. Eventually she decided to go for a wade in the cool water. She wasn't much of a swimmer but she could handle herself in neck-deep water. Walking out onto the lawn that also doubled as a beach she pulled off her romper neatly folding it on the grass before wading into the lake.
Jim was in his upstairs office and took note of the elfin blond and her bare body.
He'd been obsessing over Abby since she'd arrived and now the sight of her alabaster skin and gumdrop nipples caused him to make a decision. He nodded to himself as he watched the girl wade into the water.
After dinner that evening he invited Abby out to the lawn where he had a blanket laid out so they could sit back and watch the stars. The still air was clear but it was still hot and humid.
Jim was also aware of Abby's weakness for Texas bourbon. It was what had caused her to end up in Minnesota in the first place. So naturally he poured her a generous tumbler full of the amber liquor and she gladly accepted it.
They had a pleasant chat as they watched the sun set in the west. Jim poured Abby a second tumbler of bourbon while he was still sipping on his own.
The alcohol had both a physical effect on Abby and an emotional effect. Thoughts that she'd normally not act upon still seemed like bad ideas. But bad ideas that might be enjoyable.