Mandy stretched her long, golden legs out before her. Her toes were painted a shimmering hot pink. Her legs were newly waxed, and she ran her hands over her thigh, feeling the soft skin.
Mandy loved feeling pretty. She had endless lip glosses and eye shadow for every occasion. Her peachy golden skin didn't need foundation or blush. Her hair, a long thick tangle of blonde waves, only desired a tiny amount of foils to accentuate the natural toffee, honey and golden tones.
The only thing that niggled Mandy was her breasts. They were small, perky handfuls. Strictly A-cups. Her best friend Paula's breasts were bountiful, large masses that spilled from her tight t-shirts.
Mandy gazed down at the way she filled out her polka-dotted bikini. She was petite, with small fragile bones and a tiny waist. Her legs were long. She was told her best feature were her eyes. They were light blue, with dark navy rings. But the guys went wild when they saw Paula in her bikini, and Paula knew it.
Adjusting her large sun-glasses, Mandy searched for Paula along the beach. She was bouncing in the waves surrounded by three guys and Mandy's uncle, Aiden, all ogling her. Mandy wasn't jealous. Not really. Although she couldn't see what Aiden saw in Paula. He was in his third year of architecture, and was back in town for the holidays to work for her father's building company. He was three years older than their eighteen. Paula hated cracking a sweat and books and loved Hollywood gossip and fashion magazines. (Admittedly, so did Mandy.) Aiden read action thrillers and ran marathons. The only thing they seemed to have in common was Paula liked to fuck anything that had a heartbeat and a penis, and Aiden had both.
Right then, Mandy hated being a virgin more than anything. She didn't want to be a virgin, but she was choosy. Lots of guys liked her, but while she was interested, she wasn't over the moon interested. She knew what her classmates called her behind her back. Virgin Mary.
Maybe the reason no guy had gotten more than a feel of her breasts had something to do with how they compared them to her Uncle. Aiden was tall and athletic with broad shoulders. He wasn't overly musclely or bulky, but healthy and fit. He had cut his longish dark brown hair to a short crop. He had chocolate brown eyes flecked with gold that made girls melt. But what Mandy liked best was his smile, teasing and mischievous. Just thinking about it did strange things to her belly.
Sighing, Mandy tossed her magazine onto her beach bag and sat up, brushing the sand from her hair. Rising gracefully, she pulled on brief white shorts and headed for the soda bar. A cool, long drink would do wonders just now.
She hated how Paula flirted with Aiden, and watching it made her irritable and snappy. Paula had been in love with Aiden for ever, probably since Paula and Mandy were fifteen. At first it had been amusing, but in the last year or two, it had become downright annoying listening to Paula go on and on about him for months after each college break. Only this year, her grandparents and Aiden's parents were visting relatives in England and rented out their house for the summer. Aiden was staying in Mandy's house, giving Paula unprecedented access to Aiden and his penis.
Mandy bought herself a watermelon and pineapple juice with lots of ice before slowly wandering back along the white sand. The beach was fairly crowded, and she waved at people she knew and occasionally stopped and chatted.
As she got closer to their beach towels, her mouth went dry. Aiden stood there, dripping wet and wiping his body down with a towel. His wet board shorts clung to his muscular thighs, and the sunscreen made the water bead on his skin.
"Hey," he said. She managed a weak glimmer of a smile.
Aiden had arrived that morning, a day earlier than expected. Her father had been at the hardware store, and her mum outside gardening. She heard a knock on her closed bedroom door, and opened it. Her heart almost fell to her knees.
Aiden had looked her up and down with that lop-sided smile, and asked her "You still a virgin?"
Mandy had blushed, glared at him and slammed her door. She was sliding her feet into sandals when he pushed the door open and leaned against the door jam, arms crossed.
"Where're you headed?"
"Paula is picking me up. We're going to the beach."
"Mind if I tag along?"
"Why not. Paula would love it." She smiled sweetly at him.
He quirked an eyebrow. "I thought she would have gotten over that by now. Hasn't she got a boyfriend?"
"Something like that. But I think you're the one that got away."
Aiden laughed. "So what you're saying is, if I want her to leave me alone, I have to fuck her?"
Mandy stiffened, turning her head to gaze up at him. "You wouldn't, would you?"
He considered her silently for what seemed an age. "Would you care if I did?"
"Of -- of course not. Do what - who - you want." She turned away and pretended to rummage through her beach bag where it rested on her bed. Mandy couldn't look at him. "Paula should be here any minute. You better hurry if you want to come." She sounded like her mother. They both knew Paula would wait for him.
"I want to come," was all he said, before leaving her. Mandy let out a breath, her hand resting against her jittery belly.
Mandy stood before Aiden now, hotly aware of all that bare skin and the powerful urge to slide her hands over it.
"Just what I wanted," Aiden said, his large hand closing about her wrist which held the cup of juice. He lifted the rim to his lips, and took a large swallow. Because of his height, the movement drew her close so that her breasts brushed up against his arm. Heat rose in her cheeks as she practically leapt back. She dug her elbow in his stomach for good measure.
He clutched his belly, falling to his knees before her. "You've maimed me."
On his knees, he only had to raise his head to gaze upon her nipples poking at her bikini top. She crossed her arms, holding the juice in the valley between her breasts.
"Stealing drinks is a maimable offence."
Whatever Aiden was about to say was lost because Paula arrived, all bouncy and wet and dripping in her tiny black string bikini. Sometimes Mandy hated her best friend.
~*~
When Mandy woke the next morning, she felt tired and grumpy. She couldn't get Aiden out of her mind, and her body was all jittery and tense. The thought of taking the edge off while he was in the house, however, seemed strangely wrong. Not like it was cheating, but close.
Drying off with a fluffy towel after her long shower, she pulled on a clean pair of striped boy shorts and a pink cotton bra and ran a comb through her hair. Her skin was still slightly damp and pink from the shower and the steam in the air, and the material clung to her as she pushed open the door and walked along the back hall. She didn't worry about clothes, knowing her parents wouldn't be back for hours. Aiden always went to the gym with a mate in the mornings, and she might not see him until midday.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, she saw him. Mandy froze, not sure what to say or do. Aiden stood in the kitchen, his gym bag dropping to rest beside his feet. He could see her clearly through the archway on the far side of the dining room that led to the hall.
His eyes widened slightly, fixing on her breasts covered by the flimsy fabric for what seemed an age, before dropping to the cotton boy shorts that rested low on her hips. She knew without looking that her underwear left little to the imagination. Her bikini was probably more skimpy, but Aiden seeing her in her underwear added a layer of intimacy that made her throb between her thighs.
She saw Aiden swallow hard. It was then she noticed the way he strained his pants. Her eyes widened, before she quickly glanced away. What did that mean?
"Amanda," he murmured. A blush started at her breasts. She quickly crossed one arm over her breasts and slapped a hand over the juncture of her thighs. On a cry of embarrassment, she backed away and quickly headed along the hall toward the back stairs and her bedroom.
He caught her arm just before she reached the first step, swinging her around and drawing her up hard against him. His mouth landed on hers, hot and demanding and oh so good. He crowded her, his hands cupping her face. She moaned as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his hips grinding against her. One hand slid over her cotton pants to clutch her bottom, dragging her even closer.
"You're driving me mad. The way you look at me..." Heat quivered between her thighs. He was hard and heavy where he pressed against her belly. Fingers dragged her bra strap down her arm, exposing the swell of her breast to his interested gaze.
"We shouldn't do this. Even though I'm adopted, you're still my uncle," she murmured, trying to insert reason where there was none. Her head tipped back as he kissed her throat, the damp valley between her breasts.
"I don't care. I've imagined you, this, a thousand times. The thought of another guy touching you almost kills me."
A secret thrill rushed through her. He lifted her up, carrying her back along the hall. She wrapped her legs around his hips, silently urging him on.
Mandy would have laughed at the impatient way he struggled with the lounge room door if his tongue wasn't in her mouth. She fumbled behind her, and gripping the door knob, twisted and pushed. They stumbled through the door and almost fell. She slipped, and her foot landed on the floor as she grasped at his shoulders for balance. He didn't break the kiss, simply pushed her up against the wall, his body pressed tightly against her.
One large hand tangled in her wet mane while the other tugged her bra cup beneath her covered breast. Not to be outdone, she dragged his t-shirt over his head. His hot seeking mouth closed over an exposed nipple, and lightening shot between her thighs. Mandy moaned, her fingers glorying in the warm, solid feel of his chest and shoulders beneath her hands.
Mandy gasped as he lifted her, her hands clutching at his shoulders. They stumbled over the rug. She felt the brush of something at the back of her knees before she was tumbled backwards onto the oversized L-shaped sofa. Aiden quickly followed, his body pinning hers to the dark blue cushions.
She gazed down at his head as his mouth found and sucked on her nipples. His other hand was pushing down beneath the band of her shorts. She moaned as a finger intruded between her damp lips, rubbing her melting flesh. It felt so good to have him touch her there. She had only imagined it a zillions times. Her hands ran down over his back to slide under his shorts to mold his arse. He nipped her nipple in response, a thick ridge rubbing against her thigh.
