Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 06:58:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Kelly Hobbs Subject: Mrs. Hobbs goes to the Beach 2 & 3 This is a work of fiction. I am over 18 with an active imagination, and if you are offended by erotic literature, especially those fantasies that stray from the normal, please leave now. This fictional work includes characters engaged in bisexual, incestuous, and under aged activities. Consider yourself warned... I gathered my stuff, went to a stall to clean up a bit, then got dressed. No one saw me as I left the men's area. I walked out to my car to get my bag (the one with towels and supposedly my suit). Just then I heard the honking car and turned to see Sandy and the kids waving. I turned to literally have Marci and Brent jump into my arms for a hug. Marci is 12, tall slender type with a bit of development starting. Brent is 15 (excuse me 15 and a half), and sandy-brown hair little wrestling and football hunk (I am always teasing him this way.) Next in line for the hug was my sister, Sandy she already had her suit on with a mesh dress. We toted our stuff down to the beach and set-up. Fortunately, the one guy was not there when we arrived. Brent was ready for the water, tearing off his shirt and barely saying bye as his tanned, firm body ran off. "I need to go get my suit on," I said. "Me too," piped up Marci. "I did not want it to get bunched up on the drive over." Sandy waved us off to the changing areas, me with my bag and Marci with her back-pack. Up to the picnic area, I walked directly to an into the mens changing area again, with Marci on my heels not saying a word if she noticed (she didn't actually know!). I layed my bag on a bench and Marci was next to me. She shimmied out of her top and shorts, she was hiding her development well, spilling out of her 'A' cup and looking big on her tiny frame. I removed my 'dress' and folded it to put in my bag. With my back to her I heard, "Nice thong Aunt Kelly!" Turning, "you like it?", I asked. "It covers the important parts and looks sexy. My mom won't let me buy one." "Really, do you always go shopping with her?" "No, but she does the laundry." "You're not letting a little thing like doing chores stop you. What gives?" "Well. I'm starting to get thick hair, and I have heard it itches if you shave it. My mom would really freak out if I did that." "How would she ever know?", I asked my niece. Marci crossed one leg over the other and looked up to the sky. I could tell she was about to say something that I should not know. I prodded her again,"Marci, you can tell me anything." "Well, ya know our pool out back is above ground and has a deck?" "Yes I know, why?" "We added a fence this spring and now most days we are in private." I looked at her with a blank stare. I knew what she meant but I wanted her to say it. They were simply being natural in the privacy of their yard. nothing wrong with being naked. "Aunt Kelly, my mom asked that we not discuss the pool. Not even to tell dad. She would know if I shaved. She lets us go nude in the pool and it feel so good. But I'm not supposed to tell." "Yes it does sweetie. I am like my sister in that, but she is right, not everyone would be as open to the idea. Surely your mom trims hers a little bit?" I asked. "No, not all all." She answered a little fast for it to be innocent observation in my experience. "Marci, take off your underwear and show me." As she peeled down or purple panties, the tufts of hair showed signs of bleaching, the same as her dirty blond hair. Now standing naked, I asked her, "Come over closer and let me see." As she stepped over to my bench I heard foot steps entering. "Marci," I whispered, "You need to hide over there, this is the men's change room and you can't be seen like this." She skampered around the corner bench and ducked down to hide. Just as she was out of site I heard, "See, what'd I tell you. There is my Baby being a good girl." I turned to see the guy from earlier with two other guys. "Except for the thong. Could you lose that for me Baby?" I knew it wasn't a question. In a flash I was kicking it off from around my ankles. "Now bend over Baby. Be a good girl and don't turn around." I turned, bent at waist and put my hands on the bench and saw Marci peeking around the corner.