It was a different time and place. A time when one did as one was told. A time when things were hard, money was short, where there was nowhere to go to get help, there was just the family.
My father had been killed in the war, but being an attractive widower, it was not long before my mother had another husband. He was a big man with a quick temper, not averse to telling people what he thought. I think my mother was a little bit afraid of him, even though she said she loved him. In those days a woman needed a man to get by. I found him a bit sleazy to tell the truth, as he was not above giving my tits the once over, twice if truth be told.
I had just passed my nineteenth birthday, and I was expected to contribute to the family's income. Although I wasn't dumb, I had not done that well at school, so there was little chance of me going to college. This did not help, as in these times of high unemployment, it was always the bright sparks that got the jobs, and the others that just had to scrape along. My town was an old manufacturing town, but automation had closed a lot of the small factories down, leaving many people unemployed.
People said I was quite attractive and would have little trouble finding a husband, with my straight black hair and slim presentable figure. Maybe a little heavy on top with my DD 38-23 35 figure for my comfort, though it was the main part of me that I found men ogling furtively, when they thought I was not looking.
For months I looked for a job, and the ones that I was qualified for, paid a pittance. I'd be lucky to get $3 an hour, but even that was better than nothing and would at least give me about $100 a week which seemed like a fortune to me. I looked everywhere, but there were no jobs to be found. My stepfather said I wasn't trying hard enough, and would go on and on about it, threatening to throw me out. Something that worried me as where would I go? I had very little money of my own. I knew I had to get away and find a flat or share a place as my home was getting too crowded, but how, it was impossible with no job, and no money.
We lived in a working class suburb, our house was a three bedroom terrace, with one bathroom, an outside toilet, kitchen and lounge/front room that had been made into one bigger room. Along with my new stepfather I also had to put up with his son, Roger, a gangly lad who had just passed 18. He came with a typical lad's attitude, pimples and acne, and needless to say we did not get on that well. Thankfully he was mostly out with his mates, but when he did hang around the house, he also seemed to take as lot of interest in my figure especially my tits. I often found him staring at them. But when he was at home with his mates it was worse, with all kinds of sniggering and elbowing each other. He always seem to be trying to catch me in the bathroom, or he would barge into my room, which doubled up as a store room without knocking, on some pretense of finding something. Up to now I had managed to keep him from catching me undressed or worse naked.
It was a warm sunny Sunday, my brother and parents were out for the afternoon, so I took the opportunity to grab an hour or so to myself, and do some sunbathing down the bottom of the garden, out of sight from the house and the neighbors. It was lovely to be out in the open and I luxuriated in the feeling of the sun's rays on my body as I lay wearing my new bikini.
I had been given it by an old friend Brenda, who had "acquired" it, but found it was a bit too big for her, so she gave it to me saying that it might be OK, as I was a bit bigger up top. My normal swimsuit was years out of date, and the "new" bikini was trendy. So it was with some trepidation but great daring that I donned it that afternoon, as it was a bit risqué, I would never have worn it to the beach or in public, but this was private. The top consisted of two triangles joined by string around my neck that slid along another piece of string that was tied behind me. They did go some way to cover my tits but they were fairly out there with a lot of cleavage and sides on display. The material was also fairly thin, doing nothing to hide my prominent nipples that stood out in bumps. The bottoms were matching and fairly brief and seem to hug my vulva.
Brenda had made me try it on in her bedroom and we soon realized laughing, if I wanted to wear it, I'd have to do something down there or I'd have a fur frame. I was reluctant to even take them, but she said I did have to move with the times. She encouraged me there and then to let her "tidy me up", and I thought why not. I was quite comfortable showing Brenda my pussy, after all we had known each other since primary school. So she led me to her bathroom and "tidied" me up with some cream she said her mum used. I was a bit shocked, when the final result was revealed in the bathroom mirror. My thick covering had been reduced to a neat triangle, but it wasn't what shocked me it was that my cunt was on full display. She had removed all the hair around my hanging labia that had been hidden in my pubic hair, now they were on display. That evening in my room after I had taken a bath I was feeling relaxed and after opening the front of my dressing gown my fingers strayed down through the fur of my maidenhead to the nub of my clit now free of hair and found it delightfully sensitive and crying out to be teased. I stopped, as I didn't want Roger coming in on me playing with myself, when I realized it was footie on the tele. Both he and my stepdad where footie mad and would be glued to the screen. I slipped the gown off my shoulders and lay down naked on my bed my fingers eager to satisfy my rising excitement. Wetting my finger I ran it up my cunt lips, parting them before gently rubbing my clit, the hood of which had already pulled back. It was lovely as I pulled on my nipples and it was not long before I had to stifle my gasps as I orgasmed.
In the garden I lay back in the old rickety lounger we had got from somewhere and read a magazine I had found on a bus, flicking though the pages admiring the clothes and life style of the rich world out there. This is the life I mused as I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to be rich. I must have fallen asleep as I suddenly was aware of voices, one of which was my stepfather. I sat up and listened to what was going on, when I heard the booming voice of my stepfather's brother Joe. Looking around the beans, that hid me from the house, I saw my parents with Joe and his mousey wife walking into the back of the house. Nobody used the front door in those days. Dam they were back far too early, I swore to myself.
My new Uncle Joe and Aunt Edna hadn't visited very often, and so I really didn't know them that well. I lay back and hoped they would stay inside or go for a walk, but as the weather was fine after ten minutes or so the two men brought out a couple of beers into the garden and sat on chairs on the back deck. I could hear them talking, unaware that I was just a few metres away, whilst the women stayed and talked in the kitchen.
After a while I heard them chuckling, and wondered what they were talking about. I didn't hear the full nature of the conversation but they were obviously amused by some aspect of a men's club that was under new management that Joe my uncle had started working part time for as a kind of gopher and odd job man.
"You're kidding me, they don't do they?" I heard my stepfather say.
"God's honor and that's not all." My uncle replied carrying on in a quieter voice that I couldn't hear, save that they both laughed at the end.
I needed to have a pee, but our loo was by the back door and I also needed to get a drink from the kitchen as I was also feeling thirsty. I regretted not bringing a towel or robe with me as I hadn't expected to be disturbed, but the urge for a pee was too strong to ignore.
As I walked up the garden the conversation stopped as the two men saw me approaching. They both went silent with a look of pleasant surprise and did the usual man thing of checking out my tits. For some strange reason I indicated the toilet, and quickly made my way inside, closing the door after me.
"Evie's certainly a big girl." I heard my uncle say and I could hear them chuckling outside as I tried to be a quiet as possible, not wishing to let them hear me peeing in the bowl. I flushed the loo and came out blushing a bit.
My hope to sidle by the two men and go inside the house was dashed when my stepfather said, "Don't be rude Evie, say hello to your uncle."
I walked a bit closer, say hello as they looked me up and down. I stood in front of them my arms across my boobs and body as we exchanged a few words.
"That's a nice costume Evie, I've not seen that before, where did you get it from? I hope you didn't spend a lot of money on it?" he said a bit severely.
"No dad," I stammered, flustered, "A friend gave it to me as she no longer needed it."
"Good, we haven't got the money to waste of stuff like that. Now you've got it though let's have a good look at you, no need to be shy in front of family," he waved indicating for me to drop my hands.
Good look I thought, the perverts, but I knew I had no choice but to do as he told me and stood feeling very exposed, especially when he told me to turn around a couple of times. Their eyes roamed my body as I performed.
"You look very nice in it Evie, she's lovely, isn't she Joe?" My stepfather said as he smiled.
"Very nice George, she'll turn a few boys heads down on the strand, but she wouldn't want to go running too far in that though, eh?" he laughed and was joined by my stepfather's chortle.
"I was just getting grabbing a drink." I blurted out, trying to get away.
"Good idea," he said, "Go in and grab a couple more beers for us as well, then you can come and join us as we'll enjoy your company, won't we Joe"
"We sure will George." Joe chuckled.
"I'll just get changed first dad." I stammered.
"No need for that Evie, you're fine as you are. Now no more pissing about, I'm getting thirsty," He said a little more forcefully.
