I have challenged myself to write this one from the man's perspective.
All the characters in this story are over eighteen.
I was mowing the lawn in the back yard when I heard the phone ring. A few minutes later my mother stuck her head out and said, "That was Julie. She had a request for you. It's a bit of a story so I'll tell you when you are done out there. Would you like a coffee?"
"That would be fine. Thanks Mum."
I'm Jack Tripper. No, not the TV character. It's just my name. I'll be twenty-three in October, and I just finished my third year at college. The 'Julie' my mum referred to is her sister, my Aunt Julie.
Over coffee my mum gave me the story. Julie and her husband, Jack, (yes, another Jack. There are three of us in the immediate family. Of course, his last name is different.) are booked to go on a Caribbean cruise for a week leaving this weekend. Two nights ago, they came home from a concert to find someone had broken into their home.
The intruder had broken some things and emptied clothes from their drawers on to the floor. They had set off a fire extinguisher and taken a dump on the kitchen floor. As far as they could tell nothing was stolen. They called the police, of course, but they were fairly sure it was a troubled teen whose family live across the street.
"Do they want me to go over and help clean up?" I interrupted my mother.
"No, they got some professional cleaners in as soon as the police were done, but I don't know if you realize what a horrible feeling of violation a thing like that can cause. Someone has gone through your personal things and vandalized your space."
"Yes, that must be horrible. Have the police charged the kid?"
"They talked to the parents, his foster parents actually. They have said they will pay for any loss or damages. Jack and Julie haven't pressed charges. If they did, I guess the kid would go to some detention centre and supposedly he's already pretty messed up."
"Boy, that must have been a tough decision."
"Yes. Anyway, to get to the point they wondered if you would go over and stay with Marcie for the week. Otherwise, they feel they will have to cancel their trip and at this late date that will cost them."
"Sure, I could do that. I'm kind off at a loose end anyway. She's a cute kid."
"She's just finished her first year at Haverford. She's only two and a half years younger than you, but she, like them, is understandably nervous. The police have not figured out how the intruder got in. There was no apparent damage to doors or windows."
"That's spooky."
"Mind you, Julie thinks they may have left the patio door unlocked. But if so, this kid must have locked it before he left. The side door is self-locking. Look, if you are sure, you can do it, I'll call Julie right back."
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That's how I have ended up driving over to my cousin's place. It's almost a three-hour drive from our house and I probably only had ten minutes to go. I had been thinking about Marcie on the drive. A thin beanpole with thick framed glasses and a serious, studious manner. She was just learning to drive when I last saw her. I've always liked Marcie. She's naturally very shy, but we used to have long chats when she would really open up and tell me her thoughts and plans for her life: a lot of high-minded ambitions to help humanity. No wonder she got a scholarship to a school like Haverford.
I'd only been twice before after they moved to this house four years ago. It's a nice house, larger than my parent's place. The ground floor is open plan with lots of natural light. I liked the way you could move from hall to sitting room to dining area to kitchen without obstruction. Only a mudroom and toilet by the side door were enclosed.
It stands on a large, treed lot, a bit apart from the other houses, which probably made it easy for the intruder to get in unobserved. They have a pool and I had been given some instructions for looking after it as Jack said Marcie was not always the best at remembering to take care of that kind of thing.
I pulled into the driveway and parked. Her parents would have left early for the airport and were no doubt already in the air on their way to catch their cruise. No one answered when I rang the bell and I wondered if Marcie had gone shopping.
After a few minutes I went round the side and noticed the gate was off the latch. I was careful to shut it properly after I went through to the back yard. It had been almost three years since I last saw her, and I was in for a shock. The cute but gawky sixteen-year-old I remembered had blossomed into a stunning nineteen-year-old. At least I found her stunning and the transformation miraculous. I had a moment to observe her as she was not aware of my presence. There were two loungers on the lawn and a magazine was lying open on one of them.
Marcie was standing by the side of the pool wrapped in a towel looking towards the sliding doors at the back of the house. I approached her silently wondering if she had heard the bell. I was about to move forward when she shook her head. Clearly, she decided it was nothing. She dropped the towel and dove into the pool and, just for a second, I could have sworn she was naked. I just had this flash of her back as she vanished beneath the surface with barely a splash.
Not believing my eyes I moved closer as she turned and swam the length of the pool without resurfacing. The sun was dazzling my eyes, but I had just reached the conclusion that she was indeed naked as she surfaced in the shallow end only fifteen feet from me. I gasped. She was gorgeous. Five foot ten with an athletic body and small breasts I could only describe as pert. She must have heard me for she looked straight at me.
"Jack is that you?" She was standing with the water barely up to her hips. Apart from the breasts I could not help noticing a hint of pubic hair. "Sorry I don't have my contacts in," she continued, "I wasn't expecting you until noon."
"It's 11:47."
"Is it? My goodness, where did the morning go? Would you hand me a towel, I think you have seen quite enough of me already," and she turned and swam to the pool ladder. I was enthralled by the sight of a tautly muscled naked butt in the water.
I retrieved her towel from where she had dropped it earlier and laid it by the ladder.
"Now look away, please. I'm naked if you haven't guessed."
I did look away mostly, but I admit I stole a glance or two as she climbed out. Hard not to and I wondered if she really minded. Had I been ambushed?
"Do you swim naked often?" I asked, as she stood wrapped in the towel, and I could look at her.
"Only when I'm alone. No one can see into this area of the yard. Wait out here while I slip a dress on, and I'll bring you a beer."
In less than five minutes she reappeared wearing a sundress with her hair wrapped in a towel. She was carrying two beers and handed me one. The front of the dress was damp in places, and I was fairly sure she had not bothered to put on a bra as I could make out the faint outline of her nipples against the thin fabric.
I wasn't about to complain. I was still blown away by the transformation from the heavily bespectacled nerd I had known to this bewitching creature. When relaxed and alone with me she had always been an outgoing and engaging conversationalist. Aunt Julie used to whisper to me that only I could get her 'to come out of her shell.' I had always been pleased by that, but nothing prepared me for this.
We talked about our respective schools, and she asked if I had a steady girl friend. I told her no, not presently. It seemed appropriate to ask her the same thing and she just smiled and asked if I'd like another beer. Sitting there in the sunshine I was getting rather hot, and I said yes. She went inside and emerged with two more beers. She sat down and tipped up her can. I watched as she literally poured the beer down her throat in one steady stream and put the empty can upside down on her head.
"Your turn, "she said.
"I can't do that. I would barf," I said, but I did chug about half.
She laughed, "I don't have a gag reflex. Pretty handy for drinking games."
"Maybe before I drink this, I should go get my stuff from the car," I said.
"Relax, there's no rush. Maybe you'd like a swim."
"My suit is in my suitcase," I said. She had got up and gone over to what I assumed was a changing hut. She emerged carrying towels.
"I can go and get it. It'll only take a couple of minutes."
"Don't be silly. I won't look if you don't want me to," she said, "but I'm ready to cool off. Come on I dare you."
That word 'dare' has always been a trigger for me. Although I knew we were just cousins fooling around I felt a twitch in my cock as she turned her back to me and pulled the sundress off over her head. I was right no bra, no panties either, and I was looking at that enchanting butt again as she took two steps and dived in.
Just her head reappeared in the deep end. "Don't say you're too shy," she said, "I was always the shy one."
"Just finishing my beer," and I did.
I had never had an experience like this but if nudity did not bother her who was I to complain. I pulled my golf shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. I quickly slid my pants and underwear to my ankles and that's when I thought it might have been smart to take my shoes and socks of first. Pity I hadn't worn sandals.
"Not so cool," I thought as I sat on a lounger to remove them. By the time I stood up I knew I was showing a degree of arousal even though I was trying not to think of this as anything but simple fun. I realized that despite saying she would not look Marcie had been watching my every move. I wondered if she had her contacts in. I got up from the chair standing sideways on to her so she must have had an excellent view of my slightly tumescent cock. At least it was still hanging down rather than out, so maybe she might think it was flaccid.
"Excellent, not a disappointment!" she said, "Are you going to swim or just stand there?
I was trying to interpret her remark as I jumped in rather than diving. My dives tend to create quite a splash.
The water was cooler than I expected and for a moment I thought that was a good thing. For some reason, perhaps because it made me think of it, I found that far from shrinking I was well on the way to developing a full on hard. When I'm truly flaccid I'm about four and a half inches. When she saw me, I must have been closer to six. I grow a lot. Now I was probably seven and not done; this was embarrassing. I would just need to swim around and hope it went down.
I felt slightly awkward now we were both in the water. We were too old to splash or dunk each other, and I was anxious to keep my distance as I felt risking showing my incipient boner would be totally inappropriate. I sensed she felt the awkwardness too as only a few minutes later she said,
"I'm feeling kind of hungry. Shall we go get some lunch?"
"Sure, I'm always ready to eat something." I blushed as I realized she might think that had a double meaning.
I don't think she noticed as she was already climbing on to the side of the pool and standing up. I thought I heard a doorbell but wasn't sure. Marcie looked right at me as she rubbed her body with her towel making no particular effort to cover up. She turned her head and looked towards the house as the doorbell rang again but continued drying.
Seeing her full frontal as she took the towel across her back reignited my scarcely diminishing erection. Her nipples were standing as erect as I was, and I wondered if that was arousal or coincidental. Her mons was neatly trimmed, and her labia protruded slightly between her legs.
"Up here, perv," she said, pointing to her eyes, "Don't get too hungry."
I blushed like a teenager.
