- Len, carry your things, I need to collect bags.

- Sach-ace, I try on a swimsuit.

Lenka, with a dissatisfied physiognomy, looked at her reflection in the mirror. Y-yes ... try on, do not try on - "you need to smear the greens with pimples, and not to buy bras for them." No, it is clear, of course, that it is not a boy, but ... at this age, the girl’s chest should be, and not the mounds should be low. Mommy's figure got. Actually Lenka complain of sin. Tall, slender, with beautiful legs and a pretty face. That's just instead of a bust - one grief. And, by the way, it was a shame when the boys at the school were teased by the board. Even to feel, accompanying home after a disco, especially did not climb. Lenka, of course, would not have allowed much herself. But still...

Okay. Not going to the disco, but to the uncle at the sea. She and her mom, after daddy left the family, they go there every summer to rest. So tomorrow ...

...

- Come on that package. I wonder if my Lyudmila and your mom are going to go out, or are we not going anywhere today?

- Yeah, well, Uncle Max. Will come. - Lenka's good mood was indestructible.

Adults took it to their company! This is not in previous years, when Lenka and the children of Max and Lyuda floated to the grandmother for the first week, so that adults would not be disturbed. Boredom! And yesterday they said: once the school has finished, it means that the big one is already, there is nothing for it for a small fry. Now, snatched up her nose, Lenka was spinning near the car, helping to fit. And they will, by the way, not go to the common beach to be jostled in a crowd, but to some distant, cove one they know, where nobody else besides them.

- That's the last. - Maxim effortlessly threw a voluminous bag in the trunk and, straightening up, winked at Lenka. - Maybe some will go?

Healthy uncle man, tall. Lenka, although her mother had already surpassed, he was barely on the shoulder, and Aunt Luda, his wife, and even less. She and her mom have one height, only the forms are richer. Here they both go, by the way ...

...

- We are coming.

Finally! The forest, which, it seemed, would never end, suddenly parted in front of the gentle, sloping sandy slope. The car rumbled up the hill, grumbling and displeased. Looking forward Lenka, not holding back, screamed enthusiastically. Sea! The brilliant surface, swaying lazily at the bottom, drove low, even seemingly cool waves onto the wet, coastal sand.

- You will stun. - laughed Uncle Max. - Banzai!

The car, sensing the end of the road, rushed forward. Passing a little more along the coast, Maxim slowed down and stretched with a crunch.

- Everything, we unload.

- Aaaaa. - Lenka, jumping out of the car, bent back, portraying that she had served herself everything in the world.

- Enough to swing here, like a thin rowan tree. - Maxim cheerfully patted her on the linen top. - Blow, let's go swimming. We have no time yet.

- Yeah, swim! - Offended howl Lenka. - Yesterday, while we were gathering here, all things were mixed up. Now everything must be disassembled to find a swimsuit.

- Yes, in FIG, it is for you. - Max waved away. - We will be busy around anyone. Step aside a bit and run what is there. Come on, show me the sun. What are you hiding from him?

He, suddenly, deftly drew off the neck of the T-shirt and cheekily stuck his nose to Lenka in the bosom.

- Hey! - indignantly howled Lenka.

From surprise, she didn’t even have time to crack her paws. And under the shirt, by the way, on the occasion of the hot weather, there was nothing but she herself! Reddened Lenka shook her fist at Maxim, and pretending not to notice the malicious snickers of her mother and Luda, stomped away from the place of discharge. I really wanted to swim. And since no one sees, it is possible to run in shorts too. Everything is better than sitting in the heat.

Tying hair with a rubber band in the tail, the girl suspiciously squinted at Max. No, adults are busy unloading. Dancing on the burning hot sand, Lenka threw off her shorts with a T-shirt and, skipping, rushed to the water. The bathing place was wonderful. The sandy bottom of the bay gently fell down under transparent, bluish water. Lenka, climbing away, happily splashing in the cool, salty waves, glancing at the camp that quickly emerged near the water.

On a flat, almost circular platform, a tent for Ludmila with Maxim and Lyuda’s younger brother, Anton, was expected tomorrow. There also appeared an awning, a table, folding chairs, lanterns, and even a camp stove with a balloon. Nearby, behind a strip of stunted grass, Lenkin and his mom “tent” housed themselves. Why was their tent set aside, the quick-witted Lenka guessed right away. The older generation in the evening will want to sit, relax, chat, and let her into the tent, to the side, so that the ears “will not be heated”. Okay, in the end, they won't ask right away, but she took the book with her.

Work "builders", meanwhile, came to an end. Already mother and Lyudmila went to the tent to change clothes. It's time to go back and her. Having landed on the shore, Lenka, having pressed to the chest the clothes lifted from the sand, trotted to her “little house”.

- Lenchik, - Surprisedly called out to her, Max was fidgeting aside, - yes, it cannot be that you are already on the shore? Well you out of the water, forever, do not pull out. And you will not go with us?

- No no! I'm with you. I am now!

Lenka tried to keep to Maxim sideways. Bright panties, wet, turned into transparent and were present on the girl only nominally, not hiding anything from a curious glance. As for the “modesty” uncle's “Lenka”, she no longer experienced any special illusions. He turns away, how!

- I just wear a swimsuit!

- You better what you shoot. - Suddenly they laughed in the tent, and, towards the girl, the mother and Lyudmila came out ... in some slippers.

Lena, in surprise, forgot to cover her chest with a T-shirt, she only goggled her eyes, looking from one to the other. The women, glancing at the taken aback Lenka, laughed together.

- Yes, that's how they walk on our wild beach! Well, who grew up, of course. - Lyudmila, winked at Lenka cheerfully. - Join us.

Lenka glanced at her mum.

- Come on, come on. - that kindly grinned. - There is no one to be ashamed of. A naked swim much nicer.

- Right. - Luda nodded. - Yes, we can say, for the sake of this, we’ve got here. Where else is such freedom ?!

Both, having looked at each other, burst out laughing again.

- Okay, catch up.

They, slowly, went to the water, and Lenka remained stomping around the tent, hesitantly fiddling with the panty gum. Wow bid, damn it! It is necessary to warn. Well, it would be fine even without the top in front of Uncle Max to glow. In the end, some walk on the beaches, and Lenka has nothing to hide. But to really ?! He will see everything! Even in the water. What would you do if he starts to stare? And with him will be! And do not stay in swimming trunks. You will be among all, like the white crow. And so they laugh at her. And then all tease. Max first. And Lenka herself, how to look at him naked? She is, by the way, never seen. Only pictures in the "internet", well ... there are still films sometimes ... They watched computer with Irka. So it does compare! Give them freedom, damn it! What about others ?!

Lenka sighed doomedly, pulled off her wet panties, and hurriedly throwing them on the rope, hurried to the women sitting in shallow water.

- Lenka, you still decided. Eyes do not believe.

Well, it all started. Uncle with his hamstrings. And mom and Lyudka are good, they left her. No, to wait!

- You can look at you? - Maxim appeared behind her shoulder, like a yo-yo from a snuffbox and jokingly slapped his hand over the ass.

- It would be that looking at. - Lenka literally felt her ears flashed.

- Yes, really nothing, well, let me check.

Maxim from behind impudently fondled Lenka, covering her sharp little tubercles with his palms.

- Well-oh !!! - Lenka was getting hot, trying to throw off Max's cheeky paws.

Yeah, well.Hands, of course, he opened. Just before that, everything on the chest, as it should, felt. Red as cancer, Lenka bullet flew into the water ...