“You guys are gross,” Liv said. She walked around next to me. It looked like our parents would take one, and me and Liv would take the other.
“You could’ve helped,” I shot at Liv. She gave me a mischievous look.
“Why would I help when I have my hunk of a brother to do it for me?”
“To save your hunk of a brother from future back problems.”
She giggled at me. “You’re such a baby. Speaking of your back, you want me to do your sunscreen?”
“I was going to keep my shirt on, I don’t want to burn.”
“Oh shut it. You could use the sun. I’ll do your back right now.”
“I’m starting to think you want to see me shirtless.”
“I wouldn’t complain about it.” She said, her lip curling a bit. “Besides, it’s only fair.”
“Fair?”
“Like I haven’t caught you staring at my boobs like five times since you guys got back.”
I blushed. There was something about the unbuttoned shorts, through which I could see the red bikini bottoms, and the rest of my sister’s slender body, her skin glistening from sweat and suntan lotion, that was repeatedly grabbing my attention.
“Sorry.”
“Shirt off.” She commanded knowingly, hand on her hip. I took it off. Liv took the sunscreen, sprayed some into her hands and motioned for me to spin. I did, and she slapped my back, lathering me up.
“Get out here slow pokes!” Our dad yelled at us. He and mom had already pushed off, and were cruising out into the water, already past the floating platform.
Liv finished getting all over my back and shoulders. “All set,” She said, and gave me a cheeky slap on the ass.
I jumped slightly when she hit me, and turned to get her back, but she was already skipping into the canoe, lowering herself into the front and picking up a paddle, an innocent expression on her face.
We had been pretty active growing up, so canoeing was nothing new. It took me a second, but soon I got back into the rhythm of steering and we were cruising along after our parents. We did a rough lap around the lake, turning the natural bend into the larger section. Immediately we were met with a busy summer scene. People fishing, other canoes and kayaks, speed boats out for a spin, dragging tubers and water skiers behind them. It seemed our little section of the lake was the smallest offshoot of a much larger area. The rest of the lake was packed, and we were waving or saying ‘beautiful day isn’t it?’ to someone new every few hundred feet. Suddenly I was thankful my dad had picked the cabin. It must have been less desirable because of its age, but the privacy of our beach made up for it. I couldn’t imagine being on the main shore, surrounded by all these people all the time.
The day had promised to be hot, and it was. As it neared midday, the sun became a burning sphere in the sky, relentlessly beating down on us, especially as exposed as we were out on the water. I reapplied twice, worried about my back, and would have put my shirt back on if not for the looks Liv was giving me. Periodically she’d turn back and let her hazel eyes give me a brief scan. She wasn’t even trying to be sneaky about it, and every time it gave me a warm feeling inside, and a little confidence boost. At one point we were paddling by an old couple fishing, and the man called out to us.
He started with the customary “Hot one huh?” Then after we agreed, turned to his wife. “They are such a cute young couple aren’t they?”
She nodded. “I remember when we were that young. Enjoy it you two! You won’t stay that attractive forever!” Then she called to Liv specifically, “Make use of it every night you can, while it still works!”
I was going to protest their characterization of us, but Liv answered first. “I plan on it!” She yelled back, leaving me speechless.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I heard the old man say to his wife as they were carried out of earshot.
“You plan on it?” I called to Liv. She didn’t turn around, her only reply was her laughter, dancing in the air back toward me.
As noon came and went, the sun was fast becoming too strong. The one lap was all we managed, and even then we cut it short, turning away from the last segment to head straight back to our secluded section of water. Our parents beat us back, and by the time Liv and I were beaching up by the cabin, dad had pulled their canoe ashore and mom was inside starting on lunch.
“I need to cool off.” Liv said, after we had disembarked and I’d gotten the canoe onto the sand. She slipped out of her shorts and dropped her sun hat on the sand, then waded out into the water. She moved very intentionally, and this time I didn’t feel embarrassed ogling her. Her skin was already beginning to tan, and she glistened in the sun. It was all I could do to get the paddles in and my own shorts off. I waded in after her in just my boxers, and we both quickly dove into the cool water. It was bliss.
“I should spend some time in the shade.” I said after our short dip. I could feel her eyes on me as I headed back toward the shore. It felt good, knowing she was looking me up and down, knowing she had seen my water logged boxers hugging close to my cock, not being shy about looking at it.
Liv followed me in, and, grabbing our discarded clothes, we walked back to the cabin. The sun was so strong there was no need for towels, and we had mostly dried off by the time we let ourselves inside. The shade was a welcome relief, and the cabin, while not cold by any stretch of the imagination lacking air conditioning as it did, was much cooler. Mom had prepared a light lunch of fresh fruit and cold sandwiches. We grazed a bit, but all four of us were spent from being out on the water. Dad laid down for a nap. Mom and Liv decided to go for a short grocery run, wanting to spend some time in air conditioning. It sounded nice, and I was going to go with them, but then realized with them gone, and dad asleep, I would have a unique and rare opportunity to be alone. I said thanks but no thanks, a siesta sounded more appealing to me. I laid down on the couch, fully planning to fake doze until they were gone, then go into Liv and I’s room and finally get a nut off.
**
I started suddenly, still on the couch. I looked around. Liv and mom weren’t back yet, and dad was still asleep. I realized I had no idea how long I’d been out for. I glanced at my phone. It was a quarter past two. The girls had left for town around one thirty. I think. Maybe a bit before. I wasn’t sure. I jumped up and climbed the ladder to the loft, letting myself into the bedroom. Maybe I still had time, if I was fast. I shut the door behind me, but it didn’t lock. At least I had the ladder as a warning. I had changed when we got back to the cabin, putting on different dry boxers and shorts, though I’d refrained from putting a shirt on. It was too hot to bother. I lay on the bed and pulled my bottoms down to my ankles. With the heat and perpetual horniness, it felt like my dick was permanently at eighty percent. It barely took a stroke and I was hard, my balls instantly aching for release.
I spent way too long trying to pull up porn on my phone. Service really was bad, and nothing would load. Stroking away, I resigned myself to my imagination… and there was one person who jumped to mind. Liv. I thought about us in the shower again, only this time I took the lead. I kissed her passionately, pressing our naked bodies against each other, taking both her full and firm ass cheeks into my hands. Then I turned her around, and slowly inserted myself into her… It was so wrong, I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about it. But I was starved for material, and the morning canoeing had confirmed for me she was teasing me on purpose. I couldn’t imagine why, maybe it was just to be a bratty little sister. But maybe not… I was getting close, I kept going… I’d fuck her hard from behind, in the lukewarm shower, she’d press both hands up against the wall…
A door opened. Bags hit the counter. “Will, come see what we got!” Liv called for me. Mom shushed her in case dad and I were still asleep. Liv said something quieter, I picked up “long enough” and that was it. Then all of a sudden the ladder was creaking.
Fuck. My cock hurt. I needed to cum so bad. I had no choice but to stop. I grabbed at my shorts and pulled them up haphazardly over my glistening dick. I tried to hide my compromising position by rolling over toward the wall… just as the door shot open and Liv bounded onto the bed.
“Wake up sleepyhead, come see what I got you.” She jumped right next to me, grabbing at my arm to pull me back over.
I groaned, pretending to be groggy from sleep. I tried to prevent her from rolling me over immediately, but she was relentless, and resisting longer would just make her more suspicious.
“Wake up dumbass.” Liv pulled again and I gave in, rolling to face her, fake rubbing my eyes as if I’d been napping.
“What?” I mumbled. My dick was still hard as shit. And it fucking hurt. I glanced at Liv’s face between my fingers. She stared directly at my crotch, whatever she had been excited to show me momentarily forgotten. Her eyes were even a little glazed over, and her lip started to curl ever so slightly. “Why’d you wake me up?” I said clearer this time.
She snapped out of it, her smile returning. “I got us drinks. Come.” She tugged at my hand and jumped off the bed, leaving the room. I looked down at what Liv had seen, and groaned again. I had failed to get my shorts all the way up. My dick was caught high in my boxers waistband, and while covered, the tip had left a massive precum wet spot. Liv had been looking directly at it. I felt my face heat up from embarrassment, despite the horny nature of my thoughts a moment ago. She must consider me the biggest horned up perv she’d ever seen. And I was her brother. And I hadn’t even managed any relief. It’d been for nothing. The brief shame made my dick calm down enough for me to fix my shorts and head downstairs without anything betraying me.
The girls had gone on a shopping spree. They had food for the week, plenty of snacks, and restocked cleaning supplies and sunscreen. Liv had also bought tequila for me and her, as well as a variety of teas, lemonades, and juices to mix it with. We liked the unorthodox margaritas. Our parents drank, but preferred wine to hard liquor. Liv had woken dad up as well, who stumbled sleepy eyed out of the master bedroom to take stock of the supplies as well.
Liv made me a drink. A spicy marg with lots of ice. Our parents gave us a look but we laughed them off.
“It’s vacation,” Liv said.
“You’re not exactly twenty one yet missy.” My dad said to her.