My inspiration for this piece of fiction came while queuing for a seaside restaurant during the UK heatwave of 2021. A girl ahead of me in the queue was wearing the swimming costume described in this story and she looked amazing, especially the way it was high cut around her legs. I may write another chapter if I'm feeling suitably horny. Of course, everyone in this story is above the age of eighteen.
It was as I was lying horizontal on the sofa, sloth-like, that I heard Jessica enter the room. Jessica's my niece, and while I know she likes to think she can take care of herself thank you very much, while my sister was away I was staying to keep a vague eye on her.
A vague eye it was indeed, as I didn't bother to glance up from the TV when she came in. Only when she spoke did I get around to acknowledging her presence. Which is a bit rude I know, but a heatwave in the height of summer wears a man down.
"What do you think then?" she said.
"Mm-hmm," I replied, not bothering to look, which would have involved turning my head to an uncomfortable angle. Not that I don't enjoy looking at Jessica, who is a beautiful girl indeed. She has a small freckled face that can turn to a playful expression in an instant, and her long dark hair and eyes are as pretty as her mother's. But as I've said, it's hot and everything is taking me twice as much effort.
The next thing I knew, Jessica had landed on the sofa right in front of me, falling into me in fact, bum first, and quite a splash she'd made for such a petite girl.
"Hello? This. What do you think? Does it look wrong?" she said.
I'd realised she was wearing her new swimming costume. Earlier, Jessica had asked I give "an honest opinion" on whether it would look okay for a pool party she was going to tomorrow. Before she'd tried it on, I'd done the appropriate thing, muttering that I was sure it would be fine. After all, an uncle who seemed eager to gawp at his niece modelling a swimming costume might just make her feel a little weird. Even if secretly the idea excited me and set my imagination off into overdrive. But it was clear she wanted more reassurance than that. Which brings us to the present.
"Jessica get off me, I'm watching TV!" I said, acting as if I wasn't looking at her, although even with my peripheral vision I could see I was in for a treat. It was a red floral-patterned one-piece swimsuit she was wearing and I could tell it was showing off her tight curves to great effect.
"C'mon -- you said. Then I'll leave you alone, mister no fun."
"Okay, okay, well get up, give us a twirl or whatever," I said.
She jumped up off the sofa and obeyed -- rather sarcastically -- with an over-the-top twirl right in front of me. Which was my cue to drink her in, while simultaneously trying to look slightly bored by the whole charade. But of course, I was mesmerised. My eyes hadn't played tricks on me in the slightest and her costume, while simple and elegant, showed off her lovely slim hourglass figure that I rarely caught a glimpse of. It was fairly low cut at the top but not so much that any cleavage peeked through, yet her pert bosom stretched the material out a little. As she turned, I could see the small of her bum almost bursting through, and it looked firm and shapely. What I wouldn't do...
Only as Jessica completed her turn did I realise how high cut the costume was at the front near the top of her legs. It was an amazing sight: her tanned thighs on full display, creamy pale at the top, and the crotch of the costume covering and lending shape to what was hers underneath. I didn't have time to tell if there was any hair around that area as I made sure to look at her eyes rather than her body before I spoke -- but it did seem darker there.
I knew that despite what could be an overconfident manner of hers, Jessica wasn't massively confident in her own skin -- what girl is at that age? -- so I tried to make sure I wasn't too hard on her. At the same time, as an uncle I felt I had a duty to say something.
"It's great Jessica, it fits fine --"
"You think so? Good. I like it. It feels comfy."
"Sure. Only thing is, and it's probably just me, but... it seems to show a lot, there." And I tried to gesture casually towards the part that actually was killing me, that was doing its best to get me to stare right at the most intimate area of her body.
She looked down at herself and put her hands on her lower hips, her fingers pointing to and touching the tops of her legs.
"Here? Hmm. Does it? I mean, I'm covered aren't I."
And with that she stood on tiptoe, stretching her legs and tightening the costume. Which pulled the crotch of the costume closer and showed off even more. I only had to glance back down momentarily to see the shape of -- there's no other way to say unless one resorts to slang -- her vulva, through the material.
"It seems fine. I think. Probably just a generation gap thing," she said, with a degree of uncertainty.
"Jessica, it's not that kind of gap. Honestly lovely, I can -- people could -- just about make out your... um, you know, your... private area."
As soon as I said that I knew it sounded a bit silly and indeed I was relieved that she giggled as I uttered it. Her laugh relaxed the atmosphere. She fell back down on the sofa and made to lie next to me, which made me uncomfortable and also happy. She smelled fabulous, like shampoo and sun. I moved myself so we weren't touching too much and I tried to act casual at this current arrangement.
"Private area!" she said. "You mean my vagina. It's just a word. But thanks."
She was laying on the sofa in the same position I was now but facing away, her body slightly nestled into me. I was topless and wearing shorts and was desperately trying to contain myself from getting hard. Which was difficult.
"Uh, yes sure. Well, that. You wouldn't want to feel self-conscious I guess," I replied.
Her voice took on a somewhat downtrodden tone. "No. You're right. Especially as it looks awful anyway."
I was confused. "What looks awful, honey?"
"It does," she said. "My vagina, obviously."
Okay, so now this was taking a new turn. Here she was, lying into me, in just a swimming costume no less, opening up to me about her body. I was flattered, and knew that my role here should be to give her the fatherly reassurance that she was growing up without. But, wow, this was really a conversation she'd surely prefer to have with her mother. Yet, here we were.
I gently patted her head, which turned into a bit of hair stroking for a moment. "I know girls worry about that kind of thing, Jessica. And I know you've probably seen images online, so let me tell you, they're all different and yours is fine I'm sure."
