We had only been married less than a year when my wife decided that my only week of vacation would be spent at her sister's in the country. Now when I say "in the country" I mean out of town; like an hour from the closest town. My brother-in-law wanted to be a gentleman farmer so he returned to nature.
Now even though I've had a relatively short period of practice in being a good husband, I hoped that my agreeable nature would be repaid one day. Kate said that the country would be good for my nerves, which were quite frayed from my advertising job. And I have to admit that the week started off quite relaxing, probably because there was little else to do.
My brother-in-law, the farmer, was actually a petroleum engineer who worked a seven-day on, seven-day off shift, and it just so happened this was his week away. So that left me to drink all the beer and lay at the pool all day. I hardly saw my wife, her sister and her niece except during meals. Other than that they were gabbing all day, shelling peas or doing whatever country women do. The niece was always off with her boyfriend till late in the evening; that is, until his family went away on vacation during the middle of the week. Then she became a prisoner of the farm like her bored, but relaxed uncle.
Bret was about 18, with a look somewhere between cute and pretty, but her body was gorgeous. She was definitely Playboy model material; you know, the type of girl I would never have a chance with in college. But I suppressed my baser instincts and tried my best to remember she's my niece. Yeah, by marriage, you doofus! Damn, there goes my stress free week. I was going to have to wrestle with my conscious for the rest of the week, I thought.
Actually, I'm making it out to be worse than it really was, at least that first afternoon. She didn't come out of her room until after lunch. She had no doubt spent the evening before bidding farewell to her boyfriend. Kate warned me that her mom said she would be sullen for a while. I understood completely, at least from her boyfriend's point of view.
But later that night it became almost impossible to maintain the friendly uncle demeanor when she came to watch TV in a nightgown I swear I once saw on a stripper on Bourbon Street. I mean, I only saw it briefly before it was flung off the stage. I did not anticipate any flinging this evening, but a man can dream. Thankfully, or not, she sat directly in my line of sight to the television set, so it was not hard to steal glances at her bubble butt and taut legs. But what absolutely drove me frigging nuts was that her customary way of watching the tube was to lay across the ottoman with her chin in her hands, knees on the floor and bouncing to the music in her head. Like I said, frigging nuts!
Of course, Kate rebuffed my advances in bed that evening saying she couldn't have sex in her sister's house. Besides, she wanted to know, what made me so damn horny all of a sudden. I decided quickly that the truth would be a bad thing to offer at this time, so I told her the country air must have stoked my hormones.
The next afternoon my usual solo reverie at the pool was gravely disturbed by the sound of high- pitched laughter coming from the patio door and getting louder. Apparently, someone did not get the memo that the pool area in afternoon was my personal domain where I communed with nature and the water.
"Hi, Baby, you got company." My wife's voice was all I could interpret from the squeals of the three women as they entered the bathhouse; and then it was quiet.
I lay back in my chaise just at the point of dozing off when I heard the faint sounds of conversation, then the opening of the door and sound spilling out onto the deck. I turned my head sideways and peered through my shades to see my wife and her sister adjusting their loungers but neither one talking to me figuring I was asleep. Quiet again. Until that damn door opened and slammed.
I spared one eye to peek at Bret coming out of the bathhouse, and that was immediately followed by both eyes opened wide! I stifled the urge to lift my head and remove my sunglasses to get a better look because that would have been, well, just wrong. Bret was wearing the next best thing to spray paint - a one-piece pure white swimsuit that molded itself to every curve and bump, and the most obvious bumps looked like cantaloupes directly below her neck. I didn't even notice how low the neckline was or if cleavage was even visible because I hardly had to use my imagination at all, the suit was that revealing. She was what one would call a curvy girl. Not a bit of fat on her and a very slim waist, but her tremendous bust and flared hips reminded me those old pinup paintings. She was awesome!
Hoping that she would take the chaise directly next to me I was disappointed to see her walk right into the pool wading almost up to her neck. I heard her mutter something like "damn, I'll get my hair wet," then she turned and walked back towards the steps.
I watched her as she climbed out of the pool seeing the crack of her butt just as clear as if I had x-ray vision. When she turned to walk toward her mom's chair I could swear that I had Superman's eyes, but my vision was confirmed when I heard her mother scream, "Bret Angelle, look at your suit!"
Yes, that beautiful white suit had become as transparent as glass, and those glorious milliseconds are forever burnt into my retinas. Her breasts were proud and full as they jiggled while she walked, and quaked at her mother's cry. The little patch of hair below was as brown as her curly locks and just as obvious. The suit did little more than highlight the best parts and obviously was not made for swimming.
I heard Bret trying to defend herself, but doing little to cover the wonderful sights I was eagerly ogling. Strangely enough, no one gave a thought to me and what I was seeing, so I continued my voyeurism until Bret angrily snatched a beach towel from the chair and whip it around her as she stormed back into the bathhouse.
The damage had been done. The 'monster' had already been stirring beneath my trunks when I saw her come out of the bathhouse. Now he was a Louisville Slugger aching for release, and I could do little else except to play that endless reel in my mind. That ass, that pussy, and oh, those tits! Damn, it was just too much. If the wife had no plans to help me in my situation I was going to have to take matters in hand.
Now, how do I take my leave with Junior threatening to escape my trunks at the slightest provocation? Damn, I knew I should have worn the flower trunks and not the solid green. The flowers could have provided a bit of camouflage, but my hard dick was pretty damn obvious through my suit right now.
"I gotta pee," I muttered as I stumbled out of the chaise with a well place towel held to my waist.
"Bret's in there," her mom told me.
"Yeah, I know, I'm going to the men's room."
"Huh?" she puzzled.
"The great outdoors... behind the barn," I offered in my haste.
I quickly went around the backside of the bathhouse, checking to make sure I was pretty near invisible, but secretly hoping my wife would come and check on me. I was determined that I could convince her that this was for her own good as I untied, dropped my suit and took my hurting dick in my hand. It was so hard it was painful, so I just used my left hand and slowly stroked myself seeing that vision turn around and present me with all of her pretties. Those tits; those wonderful, full, and bouncing tits. That was too much, I let loose a torrent and a low moan, almost a growl. I sprayed the grass and the fence with load after load. It felt so good that I didn't get soft immediately. Instead, the feeling just kept getting better and better, and I swear I came again!
I waited for my erection to subside, but it never fully did. It finally got soft enough to where I could pee, and I painted the fence.
Adjusting my suit I walked back toward the pool gate, but instead of going in, I glanced to see if Bret had returned. Seeing that she hadn't, I told the girls that I was going back inside to take a nap. Didn't hear any objections from them, and even if I did it wouldn't have mattered.
Once inside I thought about another jerk-off session, but I was really tired. So I just dropped on the bed in my swimsuit and dozed off.
