Kate had been waiting all summer to be out from under the thumb of her over controlling father. She was going to spend time with her extended family on the east coast. She'd be staying with her uncle from her father's side and his family. Finally, she had a week of freedom. A week to hang out with her cousins that she never got to see. A week to explore a new city.
At least that was what she had been fantasizing about since she and her parents had started planning the trip at the beginning of the year. It was a graduation present—her very first vacation without her parents before she would be heading off to college in the Fall.
She had several cousins of different age and parentage, and she was most excited to see Evie, her 24-year-old cousin by her Uncle Grant and his first wife. But Evie had the nerve to go and get pregnant and so any ideas Kate had of convincing her to take her for an overnight adventure across the border to Toronto where she could legally drink and go to clubs now seemed very unrealistic. Evie's 21-year-old brother, Robert, was spending the summer abroad, so he wouldn't be around either. That left Kate with her only other cousin, Danny, Uncle Grant's eight-year-old son with his current girlfriend. Kate feared her week of summer fun might turn into a week of babysitting if she wasn't careful.
Luckily, even though she hadn't been having the exciting time she hoped for, her uncle hadn't stuck her on babysitting duty. His girlfriend, Candace, was on a work trip, and so it had just been the three of them hanging out so far. She didn't mind spending time with Uncle Grant—he was nice and they'd always got along well, but he was still her dad's brother. Grant was the younger brother at 47 and had the same broad-shouldered build and dark chocolate colored hair and eyes that her father had. He was always active and had liked sports a lot in his younger years, and he could often be found kicking a soccer ball around the yard with Danny, or teaching him how to play basketball in the driveway where they had a hoop mounted by the garage.
That day, however, Uncle Grant had gone to drop off Danny at a playdate. Kate was alone at the house until he returned, and it was her job to pick out an activity that she and Grant would do before they had to pick up Danny that evening.
Kate was lounging on the comfortable patio furniture in the backyard, wearing her bikini and trying to catch a bit of a tan while she scrolled through things to do on her phone. She'd wished she'd done a bit more research in advance. When she thought of the east coast, she thought of Washington D.C. and Baltimore and Philadelphia and New York City and Boston all kind of being neighbors. It wasn't until she'd arrived and really started looking at a map that she realized, while some of those locations were closer to each other, none of them were close to Rochester. And Rochester was not giving her the New York experience she'd been fantasizing about all year. Her own fault for not doing research in advance. It's not that she wasn't having fun, but she had been doing a whole lot of reevaluating her expectations for the trip since she had got there.
Feeling a little discouraged by her findings, Kate put her phone down. Grant wasn't due home for another 30 minutes, at least, so she decided to take her bikini top off and lay face down on the cushioned couch so she could get a smooth tan on her back, free of lines. Relaxed by the warmth, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Kate?"
The sound of her uncle's voice roused her from her unintended nap. She pushed herself up to a seated position, remembering too late that she had taken her top off before she'd fallen asleep. She squeaked in horror, covering her chest with her hands. She was a full C-cup, something she was usually quite happy about, but was now painfully aware of how her small hands didn't provide a lot of coverage. Her nipples tingled pleasantly, hardening under her hands. She wished her wavy, blonde hair was just a couple inches longer so it could help hide her breasts.
Grant looked as shocked as Kate felt. And maybe almost as embarrassed. His cheeks were pink as he averted his gaze from his exposed niece. "I'm so sorry—" his voice faltered, "I didn't know—I'll..."
"No, I'm sorry," said Kate hastily. "I shouldn't have—well, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Just a sec." Grant was still looking away from her and Kate grabbed her bikini top hastily. She was so embarrassed her hands were shaking and it was making it even harder for her to untangle it to put on. She knew he'd probably be able to see her a little bit out of the corner of his eye and that only added to the nerves. After fumbling with the strings for a painfully long time, Kate finally secured her swimsuit and said, "Okay, decent."
Grant looked back to her again, almost a little hesitantly as though he wasn't sure just how decent she may or may not be the next time he laid eyes on her. She wasn't sure what to say next, and he was clearly shaken out of speech too. He stood there for a moment, as if waiting for something.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, blushing furiously.
"It's okay," he reassured her.
Kate's eyes moved involuntarily down his body until she was staring straight at his crotch where she was convinced the outline of his package was now slightly visible. From the look of it, he was more than okay with the glimpse he got to see. She knew that should make her uncomfortable, and maybe it did a little bit, but it also made her feel kind of proud. She didn't want him to be attracted to her, of course, but some pathetic and vain part of her wanted to be beautiful in the way that a real man, not some dorky high school boy, might find attractive.
Realizing where she had been looking, her eyes snapped up to meet his. Just in time to see his eyes move up her body too. She hoped he hadn't noticed that. She hadn't wanted to notice, that was for sure.
She became hyperaware of just how little she was wearing. Her bikini bottoms were a revealing style with just little strings holding the sides together. In addition to that, they were a bit tight on her and sometimes clung a little too tight to her crotch, and she wondered self consciously if the outline of her pussy was showing.
"I'm sorry," she repeated anyway. She suddenly got the feeling he had noticed her involuntary glance down.
"Please stop apologizing, Kate. We're both adults. I've seen more than one pair of breasts in my life. Though, usually not ones as nice as yours... and young." He cleared his throat uncomfortably, as if just realizing what he'd said aloud. It was his turn to look at the ground, embarrassed.
"Oh, um, thanks...?" Kate giggled nervously. "That's actually the first time I've been told that. So as awkward as this was, thanks for saying that."
"You're welcome," he said hesitantly. "I'm truly surprised I am the first one to say that."
"I don't usually go around with my bare breasts out."
Kate couldn't help but notice his eyes had drifted down to her chest again. Following his gaze, she saw that her bikini top was slightly askew and the outline of her nipples was very obvious through the thin white fabric. The top didn't have any padding, making it all the more revealing. She tried to adjust the top slightly and immediately regretted it when she saw the way it made her breasts jiggle as she did.
Again, she couldn't help herself from glancing at the front of his pants. The bulge of his package had become more apparent, but of course, she didn't mention it.
She could tell her uncle was biting back whatever the first thing was that had come to mind. He completely changed the topic instead. "Did you find something for us to do today?"
"Oh, uh, I was looking at a couple options but I fell asleep before I could decide. We don't have to do anything, you know," she offered.
"I get it if you're feeling uncomfortable and need some time alone now," he sighed, actually looking a little disappointed.
"It's not that," she said awkwardly, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting him to think that was the cause of her lack of interest in going out. "It's just... well, Rochester isn't exactly—it
is
cool," she insisted, more to convince herself, "it's just not the part of New York I imagined seeing."
"I see," he nodded in understanding.
"And when we planned the trip, it was before Evie was pregnant and Robert went abroad, so I imagined doing some stuff with them..."
"But you got stuck with your boring old uncle?" he suggested.
"You're not boring," Kate insisted, "and not
that
old."
"Thanks, Katie," he chuckled. "I know this isn't the most thrilling place, but you'd mentioned wanting to go over to the conservatory. We could still do that."
"Can we just hang out here?" she asked. "It's nice in the backyard. You could join me?"
"Sure, how about I go grab us some drinks and then you can continue to tell me how boring it is here," he said teasingly. "What are you drinking?"
"What are you offering?"
He paused, thinking about it. "I have a nice white wine in the fridge. Would you like that?"
