It was almost a year ago when I first noticed that my niece Dawn had blossomed into a hot, sexy young woman. That was when we had all retreated to Uncle Paul's lake cottage after his brother Hugo's funeral. The family had assembled from near and far to pay our last respects. There, at the cottage, the mood was more of a family reunion, our last chance to mingle and get to renew the friendships and family bonds.
I was sitting on an easy chair in the den when Dawn came in, sat on the sofa opposite me and joined the conversation with my sister, Barb. As she turned to face Barb her knees parted and I got an unexpected peek up her dress. Her white satin panties were clinging so tight they made a camel toe, perfectly revealing the fleshy shape of her vulva. Dawn had always been a bit chubby. She was never obese but never close to skinny either. At twenty three years old that chubby girl had suddenly turned into grown up hubba hubba chubby. Like a thin girl overflowing with sex appeal, curvaceous and hot. And if I looked at that camel toe any longer I was going to get a boner.
I looked away. But as I did her eyes met mine and I wasn't sure if she had seen me looking or not. I got up and went to join another conversation. There were plenty of people to talk with and lots of food and beverages being passed around. It happened again a little bit later out on the deck. Some of the cousins and some of the older nieces and nephews were passing around a doobie. I swear I saw her hike her dress hem up a bit above her knees as she sat down opposite me again. We were talking about one of the adventures uncle Hugo had taken us on when she was a young girl. She let her knees slip apart again giving me an even better view of her panties and thighs. I tried not to let her see me looking. But she must know I was peeking.
It was getting late and the party broke up soon after that. The next day we all made our preparation's and headed for home. It would be another 10 months before we got a chance to get together with the family at the lake cottage again.
I would think about those delightful peeks from time to time after that. Daydreaming of the deliciously shaped mound of her vulva, the wisps of pussy hair peeking out of her panties, her thick, gorgeous thighs, and her shapely chest would get my dick hard. I started to convince myself she did it on purpose to flirt with me. I searched porn websites looking for girls that resemble her. I found a few too. Not exactly like her, but close enough for masturbating orgies. Oh, and the things she did to make me cum! If she only knew.
We got our next chance to visit the lake cottage the next summer. This time for a real vacation and extended visit not the whirlwind funeral trips on three day weekends like the last few visits. We got there on a Friday evening. Uncle Paul and Aunt Kerri had dinner waiting for us. My sister and her family would be arriving in the morning. To my surprise Dawn was there. She lives on the coast, not terribly far away, but rather than make the drive both ways each day she had come up for the weekend.
The conversation at dinner started with the usual chatter about what plans are for the week and who will be coming and going while we are there. Updates on the rest of the family's goings on and a bit of hush, hush gossip was shared. Uncle Paul asked Dawn if her boyfriend was coming later in the weekend. Apparently not. They'd had a fight. He'd been cheating with someone she works with. The conversation was awkward for a few minutes. My wife, Judy, and Aunt Kerri offered her comfort and advice. We collectively tagged him with every name for scum and added him to the family "dead to us" list.
Eventually talk turned to politics and current events. I've always been closer to Paul than my other uncles. He was the youngest, my dad was fourteen years his elder, and we had similar tastes in music, culture, and politics. There was lively but friendly debate with cocktails after dinner. This is one of the reasons we like to get there a day before the others, to have these moments without upsetting anyone else's different sensibilities. I was delighted to learn that Dawn shared many of the same outlooks.
After dinner, as the sun started to set, we settled in the den, It's the jewel of the cottage. There are two large picture windows overlooking the lake. They face nearly perfectly due east so there are some awesome sunrises to watch from the comfort of the large sofa for those ambitious enough to be up and see them. It's also the media and entertainment center. There was some debate over whether to watch the ball game on TV. The Dodgers would be playing the home state team and Uncle Paul wanted to see the Dodgers get beat. His grandpa never forgave them for leaving Brooklyn so neither did he or his dad even though neither ever saw them play for Brooklyn. I voted with Paul, though I really didn't care. The women won the debate and they tuned into one of the new episodes of "Grace and Frankie".
It would be nearly a full moon that night and I'd hoped to get a picture from the beach of the moon rising over the lake and boathouse just after sunset. I've been wanting to take that picture for some time but either our visits didn't coincide with a full moon or the weather didn't cooperate. It would be a very scenic picture but the real reason I want it, that even my wife Judy doesn't know, is that it would remind me of a very special night a long time ago with another full moon, my first girlfriend, and the boathouse. But that's a different story.
Once everyone else was comfortable in front of the TV I grabbed my photo gear and headed down to the beach. There is a stone and concrete stairway of about twenty steps down to the lake from the cottage. I realized on the first step down that maybe I shouldn't have had that last cocktail. I held the railing just in case the rest of the way down. The boat house and shrubs on the hill block the view of most of the beach from the house. It's a long though narrow beach. The next boat dock is over one hundred feet away and there are few lights that shine down there from the cottage above. It's a great place for night time sky watching. We used to lay on the beach on summer nights to look at the Milky Way and count shooting stars.
I got a lawn chair from the boat house and walked down the beach to where I could get the photo I wanted. The moon was just peeking over the hills to the east. I set up my tripod and mounted my phone on it. I put a telephoto lens attachment on the phone camera and sat down to wait for the moon to get in position. There were some scattered clouds but not enough to obscure the moon. In fact, with luck, they could make a more dramatic sky for the picture. This was turning out to be a perfect evening and a great start to our vacation week.
I had fished my stash out of my pocket and was filling a bowl when I heard someone coming down the stairs. Pot is legal here now and this has always been a weed friendly house. I finished filling the bowl as Dawn stepped onto the beach. She got a lawn chair and came over. She bent down right in front of me, flashing a view of her tits down the wide neck of her loose shirt as she set up her lawn chair. It seemed like she paused there too, after the chair was unfolded, to make sure I got a good look. I noticed she had taken her bra off since dinner. Could she be flirting with me, I wondered? Up-skirt visions of her panties sprang to my mind and I got a tingle between my legs.
She said, "I had the same idea Uncle Gary," as she showed me the joint she was holding.
I smiled and said, "I'm glad we're thinking alike, Dawn. Since I've already filled the bowl let's smoke this first." I lit the pipe then handed it to her. "It's nice that you've grown up and sit at the big peoples' table now, so to speak. I really enjoyed you being part of the political rants with Uncle Paul. Sometime we liberals are out numbered here. It's nice to know you grew up on the right side of the aisle."
She passes the pipe back to me. "Thanks, Uncle Gary. You and Aunt Judy were always nice to me. Not that the others were mean, just not as nice. You always told me how good I did not what I did wrong. I think liberal people are like that more."
I relit the pipe and passed it back to her. "Thanks," I said. "Judy and I always felt that encouragement helps kids grow and criticism stunts that growth. It's the old reward versus punishment, compassion versus fire and brimstone debate I guess."
She passes the pipe back again. "I think it's out. Well you were always nice to me and I liked it. Can I tell you a secret uncle Gary?"
I took the pipe, knocked out the ashes, and put it in my pocket. "Well, sure, if you want to."
"I always thought you were the cool uncle and I really liked you." I wonder if she is saying she had a crush on me. She continued, "And I thought your birthmark was just the coolest thing!" I do have quite an impressive birthmark. It covers most of my right arm and shoulder, and quite a lot of my side and back.
"Aw, gee, thanks Dawn. I never thought of myself as a cool uncle before but I like it. It's, well, cool! I think of my birthmark as a natural tat. I'm glad you like it." Is she coming on to me? Is that really happening? That tingling between my legs starts again.
