In One Year

Not a little Girl

Taking a deep breath, I start to sort through the pile. The first piece I was able to find as a pair was a midnight blue two piece. Holding it up for inspection I could not how little there actually was. There was no way this would look good but last thing I want was Christine storming in and insisting she help. So, throwing my pride and dignity out the window I turn away from the mirror and began putting it on.

I had to admit after a minute of struggling with the ties it covered more then it looked like it would. Turning to the floor length mirror I got the first glimpse of myself and was happily surprised. I would not say I was the most endowed in the bust area but had enough to fill the two pieces. And the higher waist stopped below my belly button making my legs look curvier. I had to admit that I liked this piece and looked older. I was expecting to look like a 6-year-old playing dress up, but I almost looked grown up, almost. Pulling my hair wait length hair up into a high pony I heard a knock on the door.

“Hey sweetie how are you doing? Can you show me?”

Taking a deep breath and one last look I opened the door and walked into the closet where she was sitting waiting. She had another pile next to her on the bench.

“OMG, look at you! Do a quick turn? That fits you even better than I thought. Here let me.” Turning around, she helps me adjust the top piece smaller around my ribs. Making the whole fit snug. The effect was even better, and the suit looked like a second skin on me. Turning back to face her I was feeling good.

“This looks wonderful on you! How do you feel in it?”

“Surprisingly good, I don’t really wear revealing cloths, so I was a bit nervous.”

“I could tell, but this was made for you.” She clapped her hands and did one more head to toe scan. “Yes, Perfect. Its yours now. Go try some others on, you can wear this today, but I want to see some others.”

“Oh you don’t need to give it to me I was only planning on barrowing it.”

“Seeing you comfortable in it is enough for me to be happy to give it to you. Consider it a gift from me. Now go get changed I want to see at least a few more.” She stated as she moved to take her seat giving me a pointed look.

Not wanting to argue, “Thank you very much, I appreciate it.” She just waved it away. “Don’t worry about it I’m glad I can give it to you. I want us to be friends.”

Giving her a small smile, I turn back to the bathroom and proceed to go through the pile. After modeling a couple of other pieces, we both agreed that the midnight blue piece and a maroon one piece was the ones for me. She gifted both to me which I was a bit overwhelmed with considering how much everything in her closet seemed to cost I could only imagine how much just those two suits were. We also settled on two cover ups and skirts that went with them. In total I had two full beach day outfits complete with hat and glasses from Christine. She insisted that a lady should be always put together even if inside she does not feel like it. Just nodding I knew refusing the accessories would be futile.

 I went back and changed into the midnight two piece with a short sheer cover up dress, with my black sandals, glasses, and a matching blue sun hat. A quick run up to my room I grabbed my phone from its charger and took one more look in the mirror. I really could not believe how I looked. On impulse I snapped a few pictures posing like i********: models just for fun. For once I like the pictures, I took but I was still to shy to post them. I mean somethings may just need to be for you. After the quick ego boost, I hurried down to the main living room where Christine was waiting with two beach bags, grabbing one she linked arms with me, and we headed out the back door to the dock where the guys were waiting.

Jaiden

Watching the mom and Ivy make their way down the back walk to the dock all I could do was stare. Okay Jay, hold your mouth closed. I could only take in the sight. She looked somehow curvier than she had in the sweater and shorts she was in earlier. Her petite form was curvy enough but not overwhelming for her height. The dark blue suited her light olive skin and hugged her in all the right places.

Looking away I took a few breaths. I cannot think this way anymore. I kind of suspected when mom dragged me on this trip, but John just confirmed it. I cannot develop those feelings for my sister. That is all she can be now, much to my disappointment. With that thought I head to the back of the boat and took a seat near the steering wheel, resigning myself to my thoughts.