she had appeared in. She started to laugh and said "Uncle Sandy, it's Colleen!" and hugs me hello. She laughed and said "You didn't even recognize me! Do I look that different?"
"I think you know the answer to that, kid," I tell her.
"I'm not a kid anymore, I'll be 19 in two weeks," Colleen answered. "I guess I was kind of a late bloomer. I grew 6 inches since last year and grew the boobs too," she chuckled. I looked her over and in heels, she was an inch or so taller than I was. I wasn't the only one checking my niece out as we went to retrieve her luggage. She really did have the body of a magazine model and the walk of one as well. It was hard to miss as she kept running on ahead of me, anxious to start her vacation. Her skirt kept flying up and I saw she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. When had my little brat turned into such a girl? I hoped that none of the women I had been dating would think that there was any hanky-panky going on. I knew I'd have some "splainin' to do" as Ricky Ricardo used to say.
Colleen loves my place and we weren't there for 20 minutes before she had her clothes off and was diving in the water. It was a very balmy day and the water was beautiful. I was tempted to join her but I didn't think my swim trunks would hide what was a burgeoning hard on. Seeing my niece in her silver Lycra bikini was having an effect on me. I told myself that I would never cross that line, but niece or not, she was now a young woman, as she had pointed out, and a beautiful one at that.
Dinner with Colleen was also a bit torturous because she obviously knew she had a body and was dressing to accentuate it. We went to a nice restaurant I knew named the Lucia Lodge and I think there were as many eyes on my niece as there were on a few of the celebrities dining there. Of course, a 5'10" brunette in a slinky black dress and 4" heels is going to attract her share of onlookers.
After dinner, we went for a drive with the top down. I had treated myself to a new convertible last year and Colleen seemed to really enjoy it. I admit I had a bit of an arrogant swagger as I left the Lodge. How many 40 year old men can attract a 19-year old girl without being fabulously wealthy or a TV / movie star or all of the above? Yet Colleen had hung on my every word and had she not been my niece, I would have made a play for her.
We drove along and found a nice secluded spot along the beach. Colleen decided to go for a dip, discarding the dress and wading in the water with just bra and tiny thong panties. This was easily one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Illuminated by moonlight, Colleen was truly luminescent. I would have loved to have joined her but I knew the instant I gave in to that temptation, I was lost. Instead, I just watched her frolic in the waves and waited with her while her undergarments dried enough so that we could make the journey back home. Colleen seemed to be lost deep in her own thoughts and I didn't intrude on them.
Over the next several days, Colleen worked to spoil me and for a time, she was driving me to distraction. Not because she was an intrusion, far from it. She cooked and cleaned and made sure I had a nice lunch to take to work. The distraction was the fact that my gorgeous niece had a habit of wearing only tank tops or bikini tops and shorts that were nearly indecent. At breakfast, she would come down in one of my old funky T-shirts. As Colleen is only a few inches shorter than I am, they didn't cover very much of her magnificent body. I had several photographer friends who had set me up with models who weren't half as lovely as my niece.
It wasn't just her beauty either, she seemed to radiate happiness 24-7. It seemed as if she was truly happy to be staying here and not stuck with her parents or my older sister. Many was the morning I'd wake up and find her wandering along the beach, lost in her thoughts. Often, the sun was just barely rising but Colleen seemed to have boundless energy. We would find things to do in the evenings and she was able to stay up as late as she wanted without tiring.
About a month into her visit, I came to a realization. I hadn't invited a lady friend over or gone on a date since her arrival. I told myself it was because I was too busy, but that simply wasn't true. It hadn't occurred to me simply because I was enjoying Colleen's company far too much. There was no way around it, my niece had captured me, damn her hide! I wasn't going to do anything about my own feelings, but why wasn't she out and about with kids her own age? There were plenty of sights to see and I had two cars, she could go anywhere she chose. When I broached the subject with Colleen, she was almost in tears. "Do you want me to go and stop bugging you?" She asked. I heard the little catch in her voice and immediately realized that I had hurt her feelings.
"No, no, of course not," I told Colleen as I gave her a hug. "I just thought you might want to be with kids your own age instead of hanging around with an old fart like me."
"You are NOT an old fart," Colleen argued, brushing auburn curls from her forehead. "You're a dark-haired, tanned, good looking man and you've just hit 40. I know lots of girls my age who'd love to date someone with your life experience." Before I could stop her, Colleen was kissing me and kissing me hard. That did it. That kiss sent me over the edge and every emotion I had been feeling since her arrival came surging up. I started kissing her back and when she stepped away, her deep brown eyes looked soulfully into mine. "Finally," she smiled at me. "I thought I might have to do a strip tease to get you to notice just how much I wanted you. You're a great guy, Uncle Sandy, but you can be a bit oblivious to things that are right under your nose."
