Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 2

By the time we returned to the house, it was almost lunchtime. The two-story stone structure had probably been built more than one hundred years ago. It belonged to my father’s family and we came here almost every summer. My father held a high position in a shipping company and most of the time was away on business trips. That’s why when we came here my mother would always invite some of our relatives or friends to keep us company. It would have been quite boring otherwise.

My mother was busy with the cooking while my aunt had drove to the village piazza to fetch fresh bread, cheese and wine. I entered the kitchen and gazed through the door to the back yard. My sister was playing there with the cat.

“Hey, silly!” I shouted at her before I turned to my mother. “She must have been bored to death.”

“Next time you should take her with you,” said my mother.

I didn’t say a word, just made a low sound. I felt slightly sorry for the kid. There wasn’t much for my sister to do on her own but this didn’t mean that I was willing to take full-time babysitter duties.

“We’ll take her with us in the afternoon.”

“At the afternoon we will be going to the pier. You should come with us.”

“Not sure,” I said and headed upstairs.

There were three bedrooms and one bathroom, which was currently occupied by Paula. To my amazement, her bikini was hanging from the doorknob outside. I took it in my hand to feel its wetness.

It smelt of salt and sea. I put it back where she left it and put my ear against the door. I could hear the sound of water running. Without doubt, it was running over her bare back and cute little bum. With one move, I opened the door and there she was, standing naked under the shower. She gave me an indifferent look that probably would remain the same if I had removed by swimsuit and joined her. As much as I wanted that to happen, there was no chance with my mother downstairs. I would have to wait until the three of them had gone to the pier.

What I did instead was throw the bikini at her face. A low moan escaped her mouth followed a second later by a swear word. She was going to throw it back to me but I had already shut the door.

I stood behind the door with my heart beating fast in a state of exhilaration. This was the first time in ages I had the chance to catch a glimpse of her pubic area. The thin light pubes between her legs signified she was now turning into a woman. Yet the thin slit that ran down her crotch was still visible. Her body was as straight as a ruler was and her breasts reminded me of a pair of delicious tarts with two strawberries on top.

How different she was from that nude woman on the beach. The two flaps of skin between the legs resembled the limbs of some unknown sea creature. The shaven skin was red and coarse, as if it had been scrubbed with a piece of sandpaper. Why was the welcoming hole between the thighs so wide? Had a firecracker burst inside her? That would explain those unnecessary flaps of skin hanging around.

From my room I heard Paula getting out of the bathroom. It was now my turn for a shower but first I decided to check on Paula. As I mentioned earlier, there were three bedrooms and one bathroom on the upper floor. Paula’s was at the end of corridor on the right side of the bathroom. Her mother slept in the room next to hers while mine slept downstairs with my sister.

It tiptoed to the far end of the corridor where her room was located. The door to her room was slightly open. I peeked inside and saw her still wrapped in her bathing towel. She was staring at herself in the mirror on the wardrobe door. The towel dropped to the floor and she began getting dressed. She put on her white cotton underwear, a yellow blouse, and white shorts. All this with slow calculated moves as if she knew that someone was watching. Then she turned and gazed at me standing there. How predictable I must have been to her. As it seemed, nothing I did could surprise her, let alone shock her. Without saying a word to me, she left the room and went downstairs.

The first thing I noticed upon entering the bathroom was the bikini in the sink. Since she was too lazy to wash it, she had left it here knowing that some other i***t would do the task for her. In this case, it was me. I took the time to wash, rinse at hang it outside, before getting under the shower. Then I did the same with my swimsuit before going downstairs for lunch.

We usually had lunch in the house and dinner in the back yard. Everything was conducted in a repetitive manner that made every day seem identical to each other. The same house, the same faces, the same beach. However, something was about to change soon.

“Guess who’s going to come and stay with us for a few days. Your cousin Angelo. He just came back from England,” said Paula’s mother with a striking dose of enthusiasm in her voice.

Angelo was my first cousin, the son of my mother’s elder brother. He was two years older than me, and studying in London to become a dentist. I had last seen him last year at his sister wedding. Last month she had a baby so she wouldn’t be gracing our summer home with her presence this year.

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend to spend the summer with?” I asked.

“I don’t know that,” said my aunt. “What I know is that he needs a few weeks to calm down before he goes back to London. His studies are very stressful and demanding.”

“I hope he’s not here to spoil our peace and quiet,” I said and kicked Paula on the leg.

“Stop saying things like that,” said my mother. “He is your cousin, after all. You grew up together.”

Sure, but now he’s older and dating college chicks. Why would Angelo want to spend his summer vacations with his seventeen-year old cousins? If I were in his place, I would be off to Ibiza or Ios.

“It will be nice to have Angelo around for a while,” said Paula. “I haven’t seen him in four years.”

I was overcome by a sudden ominous feeling. The wedge that would be driven between Paula and me now had a name.