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A NEW BEGINNING
Chapter 6



As soon as we got home and carried the bags in the house, I pulled my shorts down � right in the living room! I know girls aren't supposed to do that, but Bob has already seen me naked a few times and he did buy me the thong, so...


He got a big grin on his face and it made me feel good. I turned, slowly, so he could see the thong on me. I felt so sexy in it. He even said I looked great. I think I even saw he was hard and that made me feel even better. I made him hard. It kinda made me tinglie too.


I wanted to wear it to school and show it to all my friends so they'd be jealous, and I know they would, but I promised Bob I wouldn't. I did wear it whenever I could though, which was about once a week on weekends. Bob wanted me to tell him when I wore it, but I had a more fun way. If I wore it, I'd wait until no one was around and I'd pull my pants down so he could see it. It was fun pulling them down and even more fun seeing him get hard, well, not really seeing him, but seeing the bulge in his pants.


I hadn't really seen him in a few weeks. How his thing looked was burnt into my mind though and when I rubbed myself I always thought of him and his hard thing. He has seen me a couple of times. Once, when I took a shower, I sort of accidentally let the towel drop on the way back to my room because he was there. My boobs seem to be growing really fast and I wanted him to see. Mom says I am about ready for a real bra.


Another time I was in bed rubbing. Bob came up to say goodnight. My panties were down and I didn't have the blankets up. When I heard him I was going to pull up my blanket, but then felt daring. I wanted to see if I was brave enough, so I just stopped rubbing, but didn't do anything else. Bob came in like nothing was going on. He walked over, kissed my forehead, and said goodnight. I was wondering if he even noticed, but on the way out he told me to cover before I fell asleep so I wouldn't catch cold. It almost made me laugh.

Patty seemed so happy with her thong. She may be too young for one, but seeing her so excited made it worth it. It surprised me when she said she wanted to put it on right then and I wasn't sure if she was serious, but I decided to let her, if that was what she really wanted to do.


I started the car and drove to the end of the lot where no cars were parked. I thought she � and I - would be safe there. At first she seemed shocked about putting on the thong right there in broad daylight and I was about to drive off again, but she giggled, �OK� and down came her shorts followed by her panties. She was going to put the thong on with the tags still attached. One was held on with a pin, so I stopped her, pulled off all the tags, then handed it back to her.


As she changed, she kept looking around to, I assume, make sure no one approached the car. I was pleasantly surprised she seemed to have no problem with me seeing her. I guess she has accepted me completely in that matter. It also made me think about my sister's relationship with our uncle. I had thought him some kind of pervert, but maybe that wasn't the case.


When we arrived home, Patty dropped her shorts and showed off her thong. Once again it was obvious she had no problem with me seeing her. She almost acted like she wanted me to look. She slowly turned around and then struck a pose asking how she looked. My cock had already decided how she looked. I was amazed at how fast she was maturing. It was like if she sat topless in front of me I would actually see her breasts growing. Even her very sparse pussy hair, although still light, was noticeable now, even through her thong.


It bothered me a bit as I looked at her. I was no longer seeing my �little girl� niece. She was becoming a very desirable woman, still young, of course, but none the less desirable. She was also changing from the little girl who followed me around to the older girl I liked having around. I wish I could remember my sister at Patty's age, but I was too young to even notice.


“I also needed to talk to my sister again. School would be out in another month or so, which was no big deal. In August I usually took a week and went backpacking though. I knew Sam would be going to scout camp the second week in August, which would work out perfectly, but then there was Patty.


It was Saturday and my mom took Sam to his sports thing. I stayed home with Uncle Bob and we went to the mall. It was a little boring looking at men's stuff like tools and sports stuff, but I liked being with him.


That night, when my sister got home from work, we talked. I told her I had bought Patty a thong and told her the rules I stipulated. She asked Patty's reaction and I gave her an edited, censored synopsis. I didn't mention changing in the parking lot or the extent of Patty's modeling, just that she had shown me the thong while she was wearing it.


�I'm surprised,� my sister commented. �If Uncle John had bought me a thong, I would have worn just that thong, nothing else, all day for him. Actually, when I was a little older, he did buy me a very shear string bikini panty and I did parade around the house wearing it, and nothing else, in front of him. It made me feel so grown up... so sexy... I wanted him to see me in it.� Suddenly she blushed and added, �Forget I said that, OK?�


The next day I wore my thong again. I had only worn it for a few hours so I thought it would be clean enough to wear again. My mom had the day off, so everyone was home. Bob was sitting in the living room watching the news. My mom got up and went in the kitchen for something. When she did, I pushed my shorts down to show Bob I had the thong on. It made him smile.


My mom came back in sooner than I expected. I yanked my shorts up as fast as I could. I thought she'd yell at me, but she just smiled and said good morning. I guess I got them up fast enough that she didn't see.


My mom told me that Sam was going to scout camp in August. I already knew that. She also told me Bob was going backpacking that same week. That I didn't know. Then she dropped the bomb. She asked me if maybe I could stay with a friend that week. She didn't want me staying by myself.


�Can I go backpacking with Bob?� I asked her. The first thing she said, actually snapped, was Bob hadn't asked me and it was his week to get away from everyone. Bob said IF my mom didn't mind and I really wanted to go, he had no problem taking me. My mom stopped talking for a minute, which usually means trouble.


�Do you know what backpacking is? It's not like camping. You walk and carry everything on your back. There's no cabin or private tent to sleep in and no planned activities. You'd sleep in a small tent � with Bob in the tent with you. If you have to go to the bathroom, there's no toilets. You pull down your pants and go � right in front of Bob,� my mom began.


�I'm sure he'd turn his back!� I argued.


She didn't even stop; just kept yelling. �When you change your clothes, you take off your dirty ones � in front of Bob. You wash in a stream, naked, out in the open. He'll be with you 24/7 � no privacy. Are you ready to get naked in front of Bob?�


�Mom, I know what backpacking is. It would be fun to try it, even with Bob. I'm sure we could work something out. It's not like I'm going to spend a week with him naked! I live here with him anyway. What's the big deal?� I argued.


�You're OK with that? Show me! Get naked right now, in front of Bob,� my mom blurted. I was so mad I wasn't really thinking. I had on a button down blouse, so I stood up and began unbuttoning it. If she wanted me naked I was going to do it.


�I think we need a cooling off period. I'm taking Patty for an ice cream. We'll be back later,� Bob announced. He grabbed my hand and headed for the door. We were half way to the car before I realized my blouse was completely unbuttoned. I'm glad I had a bra on. I held it shut until I was in the car, then started buttoning it back up. �Oops... Sorry... I didn't mean to pull you out half dresses,� he apologized.


I told him it was OK. I didn't care if he saw, but I wasn't crazy about the neighbors seeing, but I didn't tell him that part. He then got serious and told me a lot of what my mother had said was true. We would be spending the week together and there was going to be times I'd be seen naked by him. He asked if I was really OK with that. He'd already seen me naked, so of course I told him I didn't care if he saw me.


He went further and said I'd see him too and asked if I minded seeing him naked. I shook my head. In truth I wanted to see him naked! He thought for a moment, then, in almost a whisper, admitted he caught me playing with myself once, so knew I did it. If we went backpacking and I wanted to do that, I'd have to do it with him right there. He wanted to know if that bothered me. I blushed. He said I didn't have to do it, but if I did there was no place for me to go to be alone. I blushed more and mumbled, �I know,� but it made me wonder what that would be like. He hadn't really caught me. I let him see, but I didn't know he knew what I had been doing.


While we ate our ice cream, he explained more to me. He told me we'd only bring one change of clothes. The important stuff was food and a tent and the rest was �luxury�. To keep things light, we'd wear one set of clothes and wash the other. IF I went with him, we would see each other as there was no way to avoid it. He didn't want me wandering around alone, so even when we went to the bathroom we'd be together, but added he would turn his back for me.


I didn't really care if he saw me. It was actually kinda fun to have him see me naked. I'd never admit it to him, but I'd get naked any time he wanted if he would too. I love looking at him, especially his thing. Maybe I'd even have the chance to touch it! I'd let him touch me, even down there, if I could touch his thing. I wonder what it would be like to watch him actually squirt?


When we got home, he told me to watch TV. He went into the kitchen and talked to my mom. They talked for over an hour, but then they came out and said I could go. My mom asked me again if I was OK spending a week with Bob. Naturally I said yes, but I tried to not act too excited.


TO BE CONTINUED


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