"Mirre, you know my brother is coming this afternoon, right?"
"Yes, Dad, you told me. It will be fun. I like Uncle Oskar, he's cool."
"I know he likes you too, I often can't tear him away from you."
"Mmm, he almost eats me up with his eyes. Feels extra exciting when he does it, not at all like when boys my age ogle me. I have a feeling that he would like to reach out a hand, not only to see but also to touch."
"I think so too. He can't usually help himself if the woman gives the slightest hint. So be careful. You're much prettier than the women I've seen him with."
"What do you think I should wear?"
"Take a pretty dress, it suits you so well."
We are at our country house; summer is finally here. The water is getting warm. The house is almost on the beach, so it's easy to jump in whenever you feel like it. Mirre, who just turned eighteen, is out here with me. We are often alone, just walking and scrapping in the yard. I'm a bit of a naturalist and like to walk around naked, which Mirre finds a bit embarrassing, especially when she has friends. I think young girls should know what men look like and how they function. Makes life easier, I think. She usually accompanies me; sometimes she likes to sunbathe and bathe naked too. A few times her friends have also been naked when they have been here. They find it extremely exciting as I understand.
Mirre has really developed in recent years. From a sad pubescent girl to a beautiful young woman. I have seen how her breasts have gradually grown, become fuller and are now two real beauties, just waiting to be loved. Her waist is nice, but above all it's her butt, which is a dream. Add to that a cute face with dark brown hair, which is half long, and it's Mirre in a nutshell.
But today there are no friends, just my old brother, who is ten years older than me. But if there's anyone who always has a new woman, it's him. I can't understand how he does it, and most of them are much younger than him.
Mirre has gone in to change. I'm wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I'll probably come off eventually. A car comes up the driveway, it's his Jaguar XKR, converted. At 70, he lives as if he were 35. He will probably never get old.
Oskar gets out of the car and comes up to me. He's wearing a pair of white pants and a tennis shirt that looks like it's been sprayed on his muscular torso.
"Hi, good to see you. Is Mirre here too, she's the one I want to visit, you just come with the package," he laughs.
"Hello, you old goat. Mirre will probably be here soon, she wanted to get dressed, wanted to look extra nice when you arrive. But you look like you're dressed for the city. If you're going to be so handsome, I'll probably have to strip naked to match you."
"No, I'll change. I have swimwear with me, or maybe they're not needed?"
"Do what you feel comfortable with. I'm happy to take off my clothes. Ahh, here comes Mirre."
Mirre has put on a thin summer dress. It looks like it's the only thing she's wearing. No bra, anyway. She doesn't need one with her nice firm tits. She can really fill out the dress, it hangs a bit on her butt, accentuating it in a natural way.
She walks up to Oskar and gives him a hug. She stays in the hug a little longer than normal, long enough for Oskar to pat her on the butt.
"Hi Uncle Oskar. Nice to see you again," she smiles warmly at him. "Shall I put something on the table? Coffee, beer, or what?"
"A beer, please. And I want you," Oskar says with his most mischievous smile.
Mirre just smiles back, a slightly too subtle smile. She's up to something, I think.
Oskar and I go down to the jetty and the table that stands there. He starts to undress. Stands completely naked in front of me. I've seen him before, but I'm always fascinated. He is well trained; you can hardly see any fat on him. He is 185 cm tall and weighs around 80 kg. My eyes wander down his body, see his dick. Some men are showers others are growers, i.e. they are either big from the start and get almost as big when they get hard, the others grow and become impressive only when they are erect. Oskar is a combination. His hanging penis looks impressive from the start, probably 15 cm hanging straight down in front of a slightly heavy scrotum. I've seen it get hard, probably closer to 20 cm and thick. I am more of a grower, but at most I get 18 cm. Well, that's how it is.
I undress too, now we both stand naked, sit in the chairs. Oskar with his legs apart, really showing off, it feels like. Mirre comes with a tray with glasses and beer. Three beers, she took one for herself too.
When she arrives, she looks at us. She shakes her head, as if to say: guys, you can't hold back, you have to show what you have. She sits down next to us. I see her looking at Oskar, I don't want to pretend it, but you can tell she's fascinated.