I always looked forward to our meetings.
Jen was my sister-in-law. At 35 she was Hollywood material. A local surgeon made sure there were plenty of curves topside, while Jen made sure her ass was a perfect heart shape. We met every Sunday for a poolside cookout, where I always ogled her scrumptious body. My wife Sara didn't much care for that, but she didn't really have much choice. I hadn't resigned being male.
On this particular occasion, Sara got a call from her best friend asking her to meet at the hospital. She apparently got her hand mangled in a food processor, and wanted Sara's companionship while waiting for the doctor to stitch her fingers back together.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours guys." Sara called out. "Please save me a steak, OK?"
"OK" Jen and I said in unison.
"Well, Jen." I intoned. "It's just you 'n me."
"Yep." She smiled, looking down at the kitchen floor. "But I think we can still have some fun, don't you, Jack?"
"Naturally." I said, as I watched Jen in her sexy bikini, carefully exit the kitchen and go lay down on a large towel at the edge of the pool.
Jen had on a bikini that made me start to go stiff. Her nipples pointed straight out, and were barely able to be concealed by the small triangular fabric patches. But the main attraction was the T-back bottom, and how it maximized the curves of her ass. Jen was looking fantastic.
"Jack?" She said. "Can you help me with my suntan oil? If I'm going to keep this tan, I'll need some help putting on plenty of oil, OK?"
"Not a problem." I told her as I reached for the oil. "Just relax and I'll get you very slick."
As Jen lay down on her stomach, she reached around and released the strap from her top. Both tits compressed under her weight and naturally pushed to the edges, where I got a lovely look at them. She had no tan line, which meant anything was possible.