“Really. Now please put those things away before I do something stupid.”
“Like what?” she’d looked at him funny.
“Like shove my face in them,” he joked.
“Seriously?” she’d laughed and taken a step towards him.
“Yes. No!” he had to hold up his hand to stop her. “Jesus, pull your shirt back down and get out of here. I can’t think clearly with you standing there half-naked.”
She’d pouted. “How come you want me to go all of a sudden?” Then her expression turned sly. “Are you going to play with yourself?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Wrong-o Scooter, you are most definitely my business,” she’d let her shirt fall back down and skipped across the room towards him. She smiled sweetly then leaned in to nudge his nose with hers. “I’m your sister, dummy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he pushed her away gently, “Now give me a few minutes of privacy would you? I need to sort myself out after seeing my kid sister’s boobs.”
“Yeah ‘sort yourself out’ huh?” she snickered, “Okay, but don’t overdo it and damage yourself permanently, okay? Someday you may actually find a girl who’s willing to touch that thing for you.”
She kept snickering as she pulled his door shut behind her.
As Richard recalled, twenty seconds later was guiltily and frantically masturbating to the image of his younger sister’s gorgeous tits. Less than a minute later, he was wearing about a pint of his own semen.
The current Lizzie rolled over onto her stomach and it drew him back to the present.
There it was, that delicious little tush. Like two oranges pressed together under her black bikini bottom. Her breasts? They’d slipped in and out of his fantasies a few times. Her perfect miniature tush? A different thing entirely – it was the leading role in his dreams. He compared every woman’s ass to his sister’s. He’d found no equal. He doubted he ever would.
Lizzie’s bent her legs up in the air and swayed them haphazardly. He tried to ignore the way the muscles of her legs and ass flexed and shifted.
“So what about you, Scooter? Hooking up with any coeds eager to impress their teaching assistant?”
“Not so much.”
“Awww, none of ’em like the backdoor delivery huh?”
Eh boy, she was back to this again. She’d been teasing him off and on about this for the past year after he’d slept with her friend Jessica last summer. Jessica evidently didn’t keep secrets. His sister knew everything that happened. Everything. Including Jessica’s spectacular anal finale.
For months afterwards, Lizzie’s e-mails to him at school started with things like “Dear assmaster” or “Hiya rumpranger” or “S’up bootybanger?” Yeah, funny. In the beginning, anyway.
And now she was circling back to rib him about it again.
“Is where I’m ‘delivering’ really any of your business, sis?” he raised an eyebrow.
Her slender bikini-wrapped body twisted limberly to curl up on her side. She looked up at him with a smile. “Wrongo Scooter, you will always be my business. I’m your sister, remember?”
He shook his head but had to smile too. He’d walked right into that one.
He watched as Lizzie rolled back onto her stomach again. Richard lasted a full fifteen seconds before his eyes naturally slid downwards to her butt for another look.
“Scratch my back a little, Scooter? I’m all itchy from the drying saltwater.”
It was an invitation he couldn’t turn down. The skin of her back was soft and smooth and already lightly tanned. He stroked her for a few minutes until Liz looked up at him with glazed eyes.
She nibbled her lip thoughtfully then and twitched her nose, “Scooter, how drunk are you?”
“I’m feeling zero pain. Why?”
” ‘Cause I need to ask you for something.”
“Ahhh, I figured there’d be a catch to all of this. I didn’t really think I’d be getting two weeks at the beach for free. What do you need?”
“Help,” she sighed. “With something. Something weird…”
“Spit it out sis. Since when have you ever been afraid to ask me for stuff?”
“Okay. Oh jeez. Scooter? I need help with my… . I need to figure out…” she trailed off at the end, looking away.
“Help with your what?”
“Arrgh, gimme your other hand?”
Ooh, this was going to be good. Lizzie preferred to skinwrite things she didn’t want to say out loud.
She traced four letters into his palm.
“Amal?” he deadpanned.
“That was an ‘n’ not an ‘m’ you jerk.”
Richard started laughing. He couldn’t help it.
“Quit it,” she huffed, “C’mon, I’m being serious. Chip asked if… that on our honeymoon… well, I’d like to try letting him, you know…” she gave up when she saw by her brother’s enormous grin that he understood. “It’s just that he’s so fricking…” she shook her head.
“Big?” He finished for her, chuckling.
“Exactly.”
Richard scratched his head. “Well, it’s not really all that complicated sis. Just get some toys and some lube. Then go lock yourself in a bedroom and put on some soft music.”
“I’ve tried. I can’t. Look, I… I’ve never told anyone this, but I had a really bad experience with that already. A stupid frat guy my first semester. We were both smashed. I don’t know whether he went for my butt on purpose or he was so drunk that he missed the right hole. Either way, he crammed it halfway in me, bone dry, before I could get him off me. It was horrible and the whole thing has seriously freaked me out ever since.”
“Owie, sorry kiddo. So what is it you want me to do?”
“How should I know? Unlike some people, I don’t have a lot of experience with this stuff. I just know my goal: let Chipper poke me in my booty on our honeymoon without sending me to the damn emergency room.”
“Well, I’m not sure how…”
“I guess that I was thinking that you could make it seem… I dunno… not so damn scary somehow?”