Dear Cousin Annie
A Bro Robinson story
By Bro Robinson
At dear cousin Annie's funeral one of the women who stood to speak jogged my memory when she told the room that Annie was fluent in three languages -- same as her Mom. Both women spoke and read English, French and Arabic. I had not thought about that for years, but it was one of the many reasons why I tended to think of Annie as older than me, even though we were the same age. Annie was a lot more worldly than I was, and I considered her to be a teacher in many areas, including and especially sex.
Aunt Jean was trilingual because she was born and raised in Sidi bel Abbes, Algeria. Sidi bel Abbes was heavily colonized by the French and the town had the nick name Petite Paris, and definitely had a Paris vibe. Arabic was the national language of Algeria. Whatever Aunt Jean knew, she taught Annie as well.
Uncle Jack and Aunt Jean, following closely the low home prices in the neighborhood, found and purchased a bargain two streets over from Grandma Pearl's house on Hague Avenue, on North Chase Avenue, a shady quiet street with no outlet because of the RR tracks. I liked it that my aunt, uncle, grandma and Annie would all be living in the same neighborhood. But I would soon like the quiet street for other more erotic reasons.
The boon of the move for me was that as Annie, Aunt Jean, and I loved swimming, and we would spend a lot of time at the outdoor Valleyview swimming pool. There are so many great memories of swimming there. Valleyview Pool was nestled just off Hague and adjacent to the RR tracks. You could easily walk there from Grandma's or Aunt Jean's. Dad would frequently offer to drive us to the pool in his new car, but we always insisted on walking. I had my reasons that focused solely on ogling Annie from behind as she walked in her swim suit. I am a butt man and Annie's was most shapely.
At the pool, I quickly learned how Aunt Jean and Annie used language. If they were conversing with you it was English. If they wanted to gossip about someone, at the pool they used French in conspiratorial tones.
I picked up quite a bit of French that way over the years. If Aunt Jean called out, "Bro, viens ici tout de suite!" I knew I had better get moving. But it wasn't until the end of summer that I ever heard any Arabic. The lifeguard had called time for a rest and we climbed out of the pool to walk to the towels and swim accessories. We did not notice at first but Aunt Jean quickly discovered that the sunscreen bottle was missing. Perhaps we had forgotten it. No. Not possible.
By chance a middle aged woman on a towel adjacent to ours happened to uncover the missing bottle when she moved in her sleep. Jean and Annie both saw it. Jean stood up and gave the woman's ankle a sharp nudge with her foot and started yelling at her in a language I had never heard before. Now Annie joined in and she was just as upset. The woman, like me, understood nothing except to know that she was in big trouble. Aunt Jean grabbed the bottle and continued her tirade. Annie, at this point was holding her hands over my ears, her face beet red.
What in the world was being said? I would not find out until months later and my shocked and blushing reaction was: "You mean people actually do that?" Annie made me swear never to talk about it. And so for the longest time I thought Arabic was a special language used only to tell someone off and/or sexually abuse them.
THAT CHLORINE ITCH
I don't think it was planned, but after they moved to the near West Side and realized how much they liked the Valleyview swimming pool, Aunt Jean and Annie started inviting me to swim with them every Saturday while Uncle Jack put in overtime. Though I was driving now, we still walked to the pool.
They knew how much I loved swimming from having watched me on numerous occasions from the YMCA natatorium bleachers with my Mom and usually my sister -- where we boys all swam naked. That was the rule back then and there were no exceptions. I was comfortable with it because it was all I ever knew and knowing that Annie liked watching me swim naked made it more pleasurable for me as well.
Usually this happened on parents' day when we would demonstrate what we had learned to the public, and yes, sans swim suits, as per custom.
With the move to the west side, I had graduated from the swim classes by this time. They (meaning all the women) had been there for that big occasion as well. I had learned I could get Annie's attention by bouncing on my heels several times to make it flop. I liked watching her eyes get bigger and then blush. And graduation from the Y that day was no exception.
But with the YMCA swim classes far behind me, Saturday afternoons at Valleyview pool were something I especially looked forward to. I had not yet started teaching classes at the Y but I will always remember it as the best summer of my life. The swimming was great and being with Annie, who was filling out nicely, was even better, especially her butt.
There was one thing however that none of us liked about the Valleyview pool. I don't know who was in charge of putting chlorine in the water at Valleyview but I quickly learned to bring goggles with me if I wanted to swim with my eyes open under water, otherwise the sting was quite intense. But it was worth it because I could swim toward and through Annie's parted legs, sometimes copping a feel as I passed through them. Sometimes Annie would even move the crotch of her swim suit aside to give me an eye popping but secret view. But the down side was those skin rashes down there were all too frequent now. At least they were usually successfully treated with lotion.
After an hour or two of swimming at Valleyview we would walk back to the house in our suits. Though we would be dry, our suits would still be damp and Aunt Jean insisted that we remove them as soon as we got inside to keep the fabric from deteriorating, and getting the irritating chlorine off of our skin. Skin rashes seemed to be the main issue now, and Aunt Jean would make it a point to scrub my back in the shower where I couldn't reach. And I would scrub Annie's back and then her front as well, especially her breasts and nipples.
Upon arriving back at the house, we would walk into the bathroom and immediately strip down together just as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I was loving it. They had seen me naked often enough. Now I was getting to see them naked too every Saturday! The two women seemed to like seeing my inevitable erection, which was the immediate result of seeing them both nude. Annie's breasts had fully developed and she was now sprouting a nice bit of pubic hair as was I. Aunt Jean always praised how big I was getting "down there" and Annie would heartily agree which encouraged me to point it at them proudly and give it a stroke or two which would make them laugh.
Like usual, Aunt Jean was making a big deal out of being sure we got the chlorine out of every crevice as it was so irritating to the skin. No argument there!
But on this particular Saturday, something more was in the air. After I parked the car, Annie surprised me at the door wearing a new string bikini that was much more racy than her modest one piece. "How do you like it Bro? Do you think it shows too much skin?" Simple, light yellow, splashed with little red hearts, it was super snug in all the right places, noticeably at the crotch which showed off her labia. I would later learn from Annie that is was her camel toe and she liked me looking at it.
It was difficult not to stare at her. It was pretty daring, I thought. That I could see her developing cleavage was more than enough stimulation for me, nevermind that the bottom piece barely covered her ample butt cheeks and I could see the darker outline of her nipples under the thin fabric. Did it even have a liner? I would later learn that she removed it for my viewing pleasure.
"So, by your staring I take it you like my new swim suit. I bought it for my 15th birthday but I haven't had the nerve to wear it until now."
"You bought it three years ago? Annie, I love it. You look really hot!"
"I kinda got bigger since then. You think it's too small now?"
I knew my eyes were popping out of my head. "Well, maybe. But it is really turning me on."
"I was hoping it would. Judging by the bulge in your pants, I like it that you approve! I guess I felt like I needed to match your little speedo."
Feeling a tad self conscious, I moved quickly past her to walk to the bedroom stunned and dazed by her beauty. As I took off my clothes in the bedroom leaving me in my speedo that I wore underneath, I watched my penis stiffen as though it had a mind of its own.
Thinking about Annie in her tiny bikini, I wondered how I was going to control my erection? My speedo did not cover much. There was a part of me that felt weird having to wear it around her as she had seen me swimming naked so often. Why did we have to wear suits at all? Anyway, my arousal was very visible when I emerged into the living room where Aunt Jean and Annie were waiting for me. Annie looked pleased. "I think Bro likes me in my new two piece." Now there was an understatement, I was really straining the fabric and I knew she could see the outline of my penis very clearly, especially the head. Aunt Jean was staring right at it too.
As we walked toward Valleyview I purposely walked behind her most of the way, just so I could ogle her swaying fleshy behind. We spent more time sunbathing that day, but every time we exited the water when the break whistle blew, I noticed her fingers running under edge of her crotch. Was it too tight there? It was most distracting watching her pull the fabric up and off her pubic mound. She was driving me crazy watching her. Sometimes I would get a clear view. Was she doing that on purpose? I wondered who else at the pool saw it.
Later, when I swam between her legs with the goggles on, she most certainly was doing it on purpose. She had pulled her bikini crotch completely aside for me. I could see everything. I stopped right in front of her crotch to examine the adorable dimple she had at the top of her vulva. I wanted to put my tongue in it so bad. But I was needing to come up for air and finally did so gasping. Annie seemed very pleased with herself. I began to wonder if Annie was a bit of an exhibitionist.
If Aunt Jean noticed this underwater behavior, she didn't say anything. Nor did she say anything when we were behind Annie as she climbed the ladder to exit the pool during rest period. The fabric turned translucent and I could see both of her butt cheeks pretty clearly. I know she got noticed because as she walked toward our towels, she got wolf whistles. Me? I just got another erection which Aunt Jean and Annie both noticed as we sat back down on our towels. They just looked at each and grinned.
During the walk back home, I repeated walking behind her as usual, enjoying the sway of her protruding cheeks. Annie had pulled the fabric together in back to form a thong, so that her butt was much more visible. I was hoping she didn't get arrested for indecent exposure. But as soon as we got on her quiet shady street I had a wicked idea. I wanted to see how far Annie would take it, to see if she was an exhibitionist. I felt I knew. Coming up close behind her I whispered it. "I double dog dare you to take it all off when we get close to the house."
At first she seemed shocked by this, but then she grinned. I assumed she would wait until we got to her walkway lined on each side by thick evergreen hedges. She turned around scanning the street carefully, then forward looking back and forth. The street was absolutely quiet and now I knew what she was intending.
In the next instant she had untied the string on the right side of her waist and off came the bottom. My heart was pounding. Next, she reached in back and untied her top. She was walking down her street totally naked waving her top and bottom in each hand. I could barely believe it. Walking out of the shade into the sun I appraised once more Annie's terrific figure and the sun was giving her skin had an all over healthy glow from sunbathing naked in her fenced in backyard. She looked ravishing. I was sure her Mom was going to turn around but she didn't. Walking backwards now she silently motioned for me to do the same.
