A black two-piece swimsuit and a long dress cover up

{uncle_2} proceeds to assist me in putting on the outfit, which is basically a two-piece bikini set paired with a dress-like cover up. I allow him to put his hands on me, which is unusually soft and gentle, not like how the group of my bullies manhandled me some moments earlier. It’s like they have done a complete one-eighty in their treatment of me. It’s like I’m a celebrity, being prepared to have a public meeting with someone I haven’t met yet.

He starts with my top, tying the bikini tie at my back, while the same string is measured to be situated underneath my breasts. He takes the other two strings, lift them up, which causes the remaining fabric to slightly push my breasts up and hold them secure. I’m surprised at myself when I lift up my hair so {uncle_2} can tie the remaining string behind my neck. My hands rise to feel the fabric, which is textured, as if the bikini top was knitted in a fine design.

I spread my legs a bit to allow {uncle_2} to lift the skimpy fabric of the thong to securely hug my crotch. He makes sure to slip the thinner piece up and through the crack of my ass before tying one side of the bikini bottom. Once it’s secure, he ties the other one with ease. Again, my hands explore the fabric on my body and discover the texture is the same as my bikini top. The only difference is the adornment that makes up the T-shape at my back. I feel that a piece of jewelry is fashioned into the thong, giving it the quality of being eye-catching.

{uncle_2} holds the cover up, which is like a gown-like robe that can be worn to cover up the swimsuit or parted to expose it. “You look beautiful, Charlene,” {uncle_2} says, which sounds sinister and creepy coming from him. “You should head down. Slut mama has an appointment with me.”

My mother walks over seductively, having no ounce of attention towards the pathetic sight of my father jerking off in the closet. She walks over to {uncle_2}, as if her only purpose in life is to be the object of the black man’s desire. I promptly walk out of the room, so I do not witness whatever the two have in mind as an “appointment.”

Walking out of the master bedroom, I can easily look down towards the living room below. My next-door neighbor Lucas, my college roommate Jeffrey, my middle school bully Lee and my elementary school bully Victor look up and regard me with their gaze as a beautiful woman… or just like my mother… an object of their primal desire. I notice that they are dressed up, looking presentable for whoever this visitor is. There is a mixture of cologne that makes me sick to my stomach, but it’s their eyes collectively on me that creep me out the most.

Still, I make my way downstairs. Victor meets with me, gesturing towards the backyard. It’s the pool that makes me realize that this outfit that was provided was probably for that type of setting. Outside, the sun is high in the sky with no clouds in sight. “The visitor will be here soon. Feel free to soak in the sun while you wait,” Victor says to me while handing me a pair of sunglasses.

I find a chair that I can recline on. Having sunbathed before, I open up the front of the cover up to allow ample exposure to the sun’s rays on my skin. Through the corner of my eye, I see Victor standing near the open sliding door. The screen door is closed, which allows the slight breeze to flow through the house, causing the curtains to billow.

I lay there for what seems like ten minutes. I turn my head at the sight of Victor turning towards the door and opening the screen door. Out come out Lucas and Lee, who take spots similar to Victor, making way for someone else to exit.