Amber Willis had just turned 18, and was attending a family party hosted by her aunt and uncle. They had the biggest house of the family and had a pool as well. It was perfect for having the kids over to occupy themselves while the adults got drunk. At least, that was how Amber saw it. The party was an annual one, and this year was special because she could be considered an adult. Sure, she couldn't drink yet, but her mother had allowed her to buy a bikini for the first time ever, and that had to match the definition of an adult somewhere. She was very excited to wear it in the pool.
When the time came to get changed and emerge from the house, she wasn't so excited. There were at least 15 people hanging out, either in the pool or around it, and they would surely all stare at her when she emerged. Showing so much skin was something new and she was nervous they would laugh. Well. Maybe not laugh. She'd filled out a lot in the year since the last party. The bikini fit her very well, her newly C cup titties fully covered by the top. She didn't have much of a bubble butt, but what was there seemed full enough.
Bracing herself and taking a deep breath, the lovely redhead walked out of the back door and walked as confidently as she could to the pool's edge. She glanced around, and could see they were all watching her. She jumped into the deep end, washing away their judging eyes. She stayed under for a few seconds before letting her head emerge. They had all gone back to their previous activities, with one exception. Her Uncle Jack was still watching her, from his chair in the shadows against the back wall.
The directness of his gaze caused a shiver to run through her. The cool water had caused her nipples to contract, but the way he looked at her caused them to stiffen even more, and a pleasant glow to form in her nethers. How could just a stare cause her to feel like this?
As she floated around the pool's edge, she kept an eye on Uncle Jack, and he kept an eye on her. Why did he keep staring? Amber looked around, and no one else was even looking in her direction. If his eyes on her didn't make her feel so gooey inside, she would have thought it was creepy. Well, maybe it was a bit creepy.
After a while she got bored of the pool. She was thirsty and a bit cold, so she swam to the ladder to climb out. The ladder was directly in Uncle Jack's line of sight, and as she hoisted herself out of the water, he seemed to drink her in. The warm glow inside of her increased, spreading to her puss. Despite the good feelings her Uncle's stare gave her, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her torso. She saw him immediately lose interest and look away.
Surprised at her own disappointment by his loss of interest, Amber casually reached up to dry her hair a bit, letting the towel reveal her lower half. Uncle Jack's eyes were drawn back to her; goosebumps ran down her arms and legs. As she rubbed her hair, she peered at him around the towel. She gasped and looked quickly away. He had a tent in his shorts, and he didn't seem to be hiding it. Her own uncle had a hardon because of her? She sat down on a lounge chair, letting the towel fall away, feeling the warm sun soak into her skin and her uncle's stare burn from the shadows. Why did him staring at her give her this hollow, tingly feeling inside of her?
Amber knew that she had changed a lot in the past several months, but was still getting used to the fact that men would check her out. Most of them were fairly sly about it. To have her own uncle stare so brazenly at her, and almost proudly display his attraction, was a whole new level. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to hide, shy away, cover herself, but maybe she didn't need to. If she could affect him that way, wasn't she in control? Realizing she had the power to make a man's dick hard just by wearing a bikini opened up a whole new world to her, and it wasn't even that risque a bikini. Her mother wouldn't allow her to show more skin.
She checked out the people around the pool, but no one except her uncle was looking. Turning away from him, she slowly stood up, feeling her bottoms rub on her pussy. Slowly standing up from the lounge chair turned out to be more ridiculous in practice than it had sounded in her head. She felt foolish, but when she turned to glance at Uncle Jack, she saw him nod slightly, and shift in his chair. Her vagina muscles squeezed involuntarily, as if seeking something to grip.
Not having anything else to try, she dove into the pool again, swimming right over to the ladder. Slowly climbing up the ladder was easier to do. She felt her uncle's eyes roaming over her, water dripping from her arms, legs, butt, breasts. She flipped her hair around, spraying water everywhere and then walked around to do it all over again. This wasn't just turning her uncle on; she was also feeling it. She needed... something.
Amber had been caught in her own trap. She wasn't just affecting him, she also needed someone to touch her, to run his hands over her sensitive skin. Someone to scratch the itch she felt between her legs.
Spooked by her own excitement, she grabbed her towel and retreated into the house to get something to drink. Her aunt and uncle always kept a fridge full of soda in the garage for when they had company. It was always deserted because there weren't any chairs or anything, so Amber felt safe there. Her heart was thumping in her chest. The need for something, anything to touch her groin was still there. She pushed her palm against her mons and groaned as an echoing pulse of warmth radiated through her pussy. She rubbed it a few times, feeling her own slippery fluid spread in the cold, wet bikini. Warm waves spread through her body, and she became aware of her most sensitive parts. Nipples rubbing over cold swim suit material. Rough towel sliding over goosebumpy arms.
A scream from one of the younger kids in the house yanked her out of her stupor. Knowing she couldn't possibly finish masturbating in the garage, Amber stepped over to the fridge and opened it. The cool air washed around her overheated skin, making her shiver.
The fridge was full of all kinds of soda and beer, but the orange she wanted was all the way in the back of the top shelf. Digging her hand past the bottles and cans, the young woman heard a sound from behind her.
"Hey, do you need something from the fridge while I'm in here?" she called, without turning her head. The only reason anyone would come back here was the fridge.
"Shhh. Don't talk," came the whisper back.
"What - " she said, before freezing. Something had touched the towel covering her butt.
"Who's there?" she called, her voice quieter.
"Shhhhhhh," came the whisper again. It was a man, she knew that. Again, came the touch, and she felt the towel on her butt lift away, piling up on her back.
"So, you like to show yourself off, hmm?" came the whisper.
Amber gasped as she felt hands caress her ass, one of the sensitive areas that were craving to be touched. It felt so good, the warm, light touch sending goosebumps down her thighs. She wanted to stand up. She wanted to scream, get away, punch, kick, anything. Except she didn't. She didn't do those things, and really, didn't want to do them either. She wanted to feel the man's touch on her more. Wanted him to touch her other places. So she just stood there, bent over, head in the fridge door.
The man, her uncle maybe, kept on running his hands over her, getting bolder. Grabbing her ass cheek, slipping his hand under her between her thighs. Now he was holding on to her hips and she felt a hard lump against her ass. He groaned behind her as he started to grind. The cloth of his shorts scratched her lightly, sending tingles through her pelvis. Her cloth-covered mound was wet, lips swollen with need. She bent over more so he could rub against more of her pussy. She pushed back.
Their movement became a mutual massage. Each push of his groin against her increased the pressure she felt in her privates. It felt good, but she needed something more. Something to be inside of her.
Just as she was going to ask for more, she heard the man gasp behind her, and start to jerk against her. She stood there, confused, until he pulled away from her. He patted her behind and said, "Good girl." She heard him walk away, so she stood up and turned around. He was gone.
Amber had masturbated before. She was 18, she had tried her body out. But the intensity of what she was feeling now, what had been building in her since she noticed her uncle staring, was new. It was magical, a whole new playing field. She stuck her hands in her bikini, shoving two fingers into her steaming twat and blasted into an orgasm right there in the garage.
When she came back to the main house, she couldn't find her Uncle Jack anywhere. He had left in a hurry; some errand to run, the others said. She kept her disappointment inside, but secretly determined she wanted to show herself off to him again.
The chance came two weeks later when they had another family gathering, this time for her Grandmother's birthday. It was held at the same house, and Amber fully expected to see her Uncle Jack there. She had been fantasizing about showing herself to him again. The incident in the garage had been interesting but she was sure she got the most excitement from having him watch her.
Amber got in the car with her parents to drive to the 'party house', as they called it. She had her bikini on under a shirt and shorts, for easy changing. Just the anticipation of Uncle Jack's eyes on her again had butterflies in her stomach...and lower. She'd spent an hour trying different ways of wearing her hair, seeing what looked the best. She'd settled on a classic ponytail, as she loved the way her hair framed her face.
They arrived in the driveway, and as she was jumping out Amber's mother said, "Amber don't run off, I need you to help me bring these supplies in."
Amber groaned in frustration and turned to the back where the trunk was full of stuff to carry. She didn't want to get all sweaty carrying this junk in! Her mother came around to join her and rolled her eyes at Amber's petulance. She picked up a stack of paper plates and cups and thrust them in Amber's hands.
"Here, carry these and go see how the little kids are doing. You're 18 now, you can help with the grown up stuff more," her Mom said.
She groaned even louder, throwing her head back. Stupid mothers! She was ruining the entire day with this crap. Amber had plans and none of them involved watching some bratty 9 and 10 year olds. Her cousins were actually fairly good kids but could get rambunctious now and then.
The side door of the house led into the kitchen, where Amber was able to drop off the plates and cups at her aunt's direction. She then went to find the cousins, although the screeching at the rear of the house told her that they were in the pool.
