“Ready for another ocean fix, Lizzie?”
“You go ahead. I’ll join you in a few minutes,” she looked up at him sort of sheepishly.
“Let me guess, something you need to take care of first?” he snickered.
“Don’t be a jerk.”
“Just say it and I’ll go. Admit it. You’re horny.”
“Fine. I’m horny. Happy? And I need to do something about it or I’m going to get bitchy. So run along, buddy, if you know what’s good for you.”
“One last thing…” he stretched out a long pause, “show me.”
“Show you what, exactly?”
“This thing you’ve had me groping for the past two days. Just tug your suit down a little and let me see. Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of and I’ve always been curious. Do it and I’ll leave you alone for some quality time.”
She studied him, actually considering it. “Okay, fine,” she muttered then reached down and hooked her thumbs into her suit at its hips.
Richard’s heart pounded in his ears as she drew it down slowly. He drank in every gorgeous, unveiled inch. She’d shown him her breasts but not this. Never this. He could barely believe it was even happening now.
The suit slid down inch by inch, the skin becoming paler as she went, just as smooth and blemish-free as the rest of her. And finally, when her suit bottom was gathered at the tops of her thighs, there it was – the object of his fantasies for years, two tiny firm hills that pressed together into a tight cleavage. Utterly and completely perfect. He stared at her ass, hypnotized.
“Well?” she finally asked softly, looking back at him over her shoulder. She swished her rump back and forth with her question and the toned buns flexed smoothly.
Richard felt light headed as he openly gawked at his little sister’s superb ass, “Well… well what?”
“Do I have a nice one?”
“Lizzie, you’ve always been…” he shook his head to clear it. “If you weren’t my …” he shook it again harder, “… yeah, you have a nice one. Just come down and join me when you’re done.”
He patted her head and left her as he promised. He walked down the beach, keeping his hips facing away from his sister to conceal the giant erection that had stretched out inside his bathing suit.
He laughed when she joined him in the water barely five minutes later, red-cheeked and grinning.
She didn’t ask him to launch her like he’d done in the morning. Instead they surfed together, competing to see who could ride furthest in towards shore. Later, when they staggered out of the ocean, exhausted and starving he let her have the first shower.
He showered after her and nearly fainted on the spot when he found her in the kitchen again, pulling a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She was wearing nothing but her underwear – a pink bra and matching tiny boyshorts with a bit of lace at the bottom.
“Sis?” he choked out.
“Hmmm?” she answered, still looking in the refrigerator.
“Uh, clothes?!”
“Aww come on, these cover more than my bikinis do.”
“Yeah, but they’re definitely underwear.” He blinked as she turned towards him. “And they’re practically see through!”
“Really?” She looked down in mock amazement. “What do you see?”
“Stuff. Your stuff.”
“What? Like nipples?”
“Yeah,” he swallowed.
A saucy smile he’d never seen before twisted across her face.
“Say the word, Scooter. Say ‘nipples’,” she teased softly.
“Nipples,” he whispered, staring at her chest.
“What else do you see?” she tucked her gold hair, still damp from her shower, behind her ear and smiled, “Oh, go ahead and look down. I don’t mind. Can you see through my panties too?”
“Yeah,” he croaked.
“See anything?”
“Uh uh,”
“No fur?”
“Nope.”
“Exactly. No fur at all,” she giggled as she breezed past him, “now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pick out at a nice dress to wear for when you take me out for dinner.”
“We’re going out?”
“Yup,” she confirmed over her shoulder.
She came back in a light orange strapless beach wrap that made him dizzy just looking at her. Her hair was still damp and loose, falling a few inches past her shoulders. Worst of all, the puckered nipples visible through its fabric made it clear she’d removed her bra. He refused to give her the satisfaction of commenting.
They went out to a local seafood dive on the waterfront. They drank beer and stuffed themselves on shellfish. The entire night, Richard was conscious of the looks his sister was drawing in the restaurant. Men old and young eyed her with interest.
She was well-behaved the whole time though. She didn’t flirt or tease him. Whatever had possessed her in the kitchen had gone away. For all intents and purposes, she was his sweet kid sister again. Right up until they got home and parted for their separate rooms.
“Good night Scooter,” she smiled up at him as she went on tiptoes to kiss his nose goodnight. Then she fixed him with a smoky look while she pecked him on the lips twice. Between those pecks, she repeated what she’d said that morning, “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he smirked.
“Just don’t, okay smart guy?” she nibbled her lower lip and left him standing there in the hallway.