My 18-year-old niece, Holly, and I remained friends after our first time in bed together. It felt weird at first when she would come over to visit us with her mom (and my sister). Janice. I was afraid that Holly would tell Janice about what we had done, or that perhaps Janice could tell by how we acted. It's not like Janice didn't know how much I loved sex with cute young girls; she had once been a cute young girl, too.
But nope... apparently no one was the wiser. But Holly and I had not done anything risky since that first time, either.
Janice and Holly were at our house for a family BBQ on a warm summer weekend Sunday when Janice asked Holly and I to go to the store and get some ice cream for our dessert. I told her that I wanted to swing by our boat and check things before going to the store so it might take an hour or more and she was okay with that..
Holly was already out the door and headed for my Jeep.
My boat is in a storage yard about 15 minutes from our house. It's a 25-foot sports fishing boat with a cabin, a vee berth, enclosed head, dinette and a rudimentary galley (stove and sink). I had used it to cruise the islands fishing for salmon.
Holly was 18, not very tall... kind of pixy-ish girl with beautiful brown hair, an adorable bubble butt, and the ability to both annoy me and enchant me in equal parts.
I climbed up into the cockpit first and unlocked the cabin door while Holly clambered up to the flying bridge. She sat behind the steering wheel and while she pretended to be driving. she looked back and winked at me...
Inside the cabin I checked the battery charger to make sure it was keeping the batteries at the proper levels, made sure the propane tank was off and also made sure no one had stolen anything off the boat in the week or so since I had last been on her.
Up in the vee birth I opened the forward hatch to let some fresh air in and cool down the cabin. Holly was still up on the fly bridge and I could see her up there keeping a sharp lookout for any dangerous reefs. We were on a trailer in a storage yard and not moving so there wasn't as much risk as she pretended there was.
I laid down on the Vee berth with my head towards the bow and just watched her behaving like a kid; she wasn't much more than a kid, actually, just turned 18 a couple of months before. She caught me looking at her and laughed at me and stuck her tongue out. I pretended to be shocked!
Holly moved out of my sight and I felt the boat moving so I figured she was coming down the ladder. In a few seconds she was right above me looking down through the open hatch. Laughing at me she sat down with her legs through the hatch and dangling down just above my stomach. I laughed too and she started swinging her legs back and forth.
She was just wearing shorts and a top and she was a beautiful sight there above me... she had taken her shoes and socks off and I remember noticing that her toenails were without any color or polish when I felt her foot graze the zipper on my jeans. I must have jumped because she laughed even harder... and the next swing her foot dangled even lower and I could distinctly feel her her foot pause slightly as she dragged it down the length of my zipper. I looked up at her and, suddenly, she wasn't laughing.
Holly and I had been close for much of her childhood but as she moved into her teen years we had drifted apart. I knew better, after raising teens of my own, than to try to push anything and was content to watch her move through her HS life with little drama, a lot of sports, and straight A's. She only called on me from time to time for an occasional ride to or from school or to bring her a lunch after forgetting hers at home. I was more than happy just to be around her now and then.
