Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has sharing, exhibitionism, and lots of light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story.
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(Joshua)
A duck on the water. The phrase went through my head as I stood there with my parents and brother waiting to pick up my Daphne. We'd gotten to her apartment late in the morning and rang the doorbell. It was hard to keep a straight face since Daphne was pretty much my favorite person in the world. I was like a duck on the water as my dad often said, on the surface everything was calm, but underneath I was paddling furiously. I had butterflies in my stomach and I couldn't wait to see her but outwardly I was perfectly still and nonchalant.
Our parents had planned a semi-family reunion for spring break. My dad and his best friend since childhood used to spend their summers on the lake and had brought us up the same way. They'd been inseparable as kids and even joined the military together, they'd been stationed together and gone to war. Afterwards they'd both come back home, married their sweethearts and started a family. I'd literally grown up next to Daphne which is why we considered each other 'cousins', despite the fact that there was no blood relation connecting us. We were all adults now but both dads had wanted to bring the families together for spring break. I'd flown into town, my brother Greg had drove down, and the rest of the family was coming in to spend a week on the lake at our vacation home at Lake Havasu. I say home but it was actually a permanent placed mobile home with four bedrooms. We spent our summers there while growing up and some of the best times of my life had been hanging out with Daphne, Greg, and Daphne's sister Holly.
After a minute, the door opened and my heart stopped. Daphne stood in the doorway with her arms wide shrieking, "Oh my god," as we all rushed to embrace her. She took turns hugging my parents and my brother Greg and then jumped up and down with excitement when she got to me. It was well known we were favorites and were practically inseparable when we were together so nobody thought twice that our hug lasted three times longer than the others.
"I've missed you so much Joshey," she cried as her arms wrapped around my neck. My name was Joshua but Daphne always called me Joshey, I didn't allow anybody else to butcher my name like that. We held each other tight and though I was happy to be hugging her it was almost impossible not to be excited by her breasts pressing against my chest.
"All right, we'll have plenty of time to catch up, let's get this show on the road," my dad said. He was always practical and never spent too much time on emotions. However, in this situation he was right, we still had a long drive to the lake so we needed to get going if we wanted to make it in the afternoon.
Following my dad's advice Daphne grabbed a small black rolling suitcase and then we headed to my parent's dark blue minivan.
"It's so awesome that you guys set this up," Daphne told my parents. "And thanks for picking me up. I would've had to drive by myself if you hadn't."
"No problem sweetie," my mom said.
"Holly should be coming up in a day or two, she had to get some last-minute stuff done at her job. Mom and dad should be up pretty much the same time," she continued.
Greg and I looked at each other, in a flash it was just like old times. Daphne was a chatterbox, she was always talking, in anybody else it would bug the hell out of me, in her I found it endearing. I wasn't shy and spoke my mind often but around her I tended to be silent so she could talk, so I was content to let her talk away.
"Nice van," she said. "When did you get it?"
"At the beginning of the year," my mom said. "I needed something to carry my equipment and products in."
My mom had started making jewelry as a hobby and quickly discovered a gift for it. After only a year or so many high-end jewelry shops held her products. I'd talked to my dad and was surprised that it was bringing in a fairly good income for them. Enough that my dad had semi-retired from his job as a police officer and focused on marketing and managing my mom's business.
"I got backseat," I yelled as I opened the door to the van and hopped in.
"Me too," Daphne said laughing and moving in behind me. "This is really nice," she said running her hands over the soft charcoal gray fabric.
"Hurry up," Greg said swatting her butt as he moved behind her.
Climbing into the back and we grinned while my brother rolled his eyes and hopped into the second seat. Mom and dad got in the front and soon we were on our way. It was a three-hour drive to the lake from where we were so we made ourselves comfortable. My brother leaned against the window and stretched his legs out across the seat. I sat on the side closest to the door while Daphne stretched out the length of the seat with her head in my lap. Mom turned on her Pandora app and with the radio playing we were soon texting with each other, talking about our lives and the changes that happened since we'd last seen each other.
Mom saw us all staring at our phones, "Are you all really texting? For god's sake, you're sitting next to each other.
My brother and I looked up, "Yeah, but texting's easier, plus you don't have to turn down the music," I said.
For the next half hour, we caught up silently with each other via group text.
I watched Daphne as she texted. Right now, she was wearing a dark green string bikini top the color of a pine tree with denim shorts and converse sneakers. She was medium height at 5'6" with an athletic body but had been gifted with a larger side of C cup chest. Smooth white skin, bright green eyes and fiery red, curly hair that hung to the middle of her back gave her a wild look. She worked out enough to keep her stomach flat yet still had nice curves and a round butt.
Meanwhile I had joined the Marine Corps right out of high school and it'd filled me out, I didn't like flat tops but I kept my dark hair cut short in the military manner. I stood six feet even and weighed around 180 pounds. I'd used to be a skinny kid but since we'd last seen each other I packed on a lot of muscle and I wanted her to notice so I was wearing black knee length shorts and a tribal designed blood red sleeveless affliction shirt. Secretly I'd worn the shirt to show off my arms, now that I was working out a lot and was more muscular, I wanted people to notice.
My brother Greg had always been the fit one and I felt in his shadow while growing up. Don't get me wrong, Greg is a great brother, he is my best friend and he's taught me almost as much about being a man as our dad did while growing up. The problem is he's naturally good at everything. God gifted him with good looks and a great body, like two out of three wasn't enough he'd given him a brain too. The only consolation I took was that I was a full three inches taller than him. Four years ago, he'd graduated from a top university with honors on a swimming scholarship. Now he was running his own cybersecurity business and was doing well, he even taught a few classes at a local university. He had broad shoulders with curly blonde hair he'd inherited from our mother that he kept shoulder length. I don't think he ever used a brush but his hair just fell in a naturally roguish manner. Right now, he looked like a stereotypical surfer, wearing blue knee length board shorts and a plain white t-shirt that highlighted his tanned body. We shared the same bright blue eyes as our dad that seemed to run in our family, the color of sapphires on ice. More than one person had remarked on our family eyes being the best feature.
Settling down, she handed Greg her phone signaling him to take a picture of us. I put a hand on her side while she wrapped her arms around it and Greg took a quick picture and handed back her phone. He winked at her and she blushed. I loved him dearly but his movie star looks made me want to beat him over the head with a bat sometimes.
Despite that small surge of jealousy, I took heart from the fact that Daphne chose to sit next to me and put her head in my lap.
Ha, suck it Greg.
Smiling at me as she released my arm Daphne grabbed her phone. I felt a small loss as she let go of me. We were the same age at 22 and practically grew up together but hadn't seen each other in almost three years. She'd gone from our hometown community college to a university a few hours away while I'd joined the Marine Corps and been stationed out of state. I'd missed her fiercely and that brief semi-intimate contact had stoked my always confusing emotions toward her. We'd messed around as kids, she'd let me feel her up a few times and we'd kissed more than a few times. Our last meeting when she was in college and I was home on leave from the Marines had resulted in a pretty heavy kissing and petting session between us but she kept her panties on. Still, that was the only thing she wore and I 'd gotten to feel pretty much her entire body and I still counted it as my most memorable make-out session with a girl.
Me: So how is school?
Daphne: Good, on my final year.
Me: Congrats.
Daphne: Thank you!
Greg: I forgot, what are you majoring in again?
Daphne: Business finance and management.
Me: Wow, sounds tough.
Daphne: It was but after the first two years I've managed to get my grades up and now I'm graduating with honors.
Me: Wow, aren't you a badass.
Daphne: Lol, I try.
Greg: It sounds hard, how'd you do that?
Daphne: To be honest I think most of it was due to the new job I got my last two years. I was able to spend a lot more time studying.
Me: Really? What kind of job?
Daphne bit her lip and looked up at me and then at Greg, we both caught the sudden movement and looked down at her. I had a premonition and wasn't to surprised when the next words appeared on my screen.
Daphne: Dancing.
Me: That's it? Just dancing?
Once again, she looked up and back and forth at us while biting her lip. She gave me a 'duh' look and we stared at each other for a few seconds, my eyes widened as her look confirmed my suspicions.
Me: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!
Me: No way, really?
She read the text then looked at me and nodded.
Greg: BULLSHIT.
Daphne giggled and quirked an eyebrow at Greg.
Daphne: What, don't think I'm pretty enough?
Greg: No, I don't think you're brave enough.
Me: Just so we're clear, what are you wearing when you dance?
Daphne looked at me smiling.
Daphne: A g-string, and ONLY a g-string!
Greg: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Me: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Greg and I looked at each other as our texts crossed and we saw them at the same time, Daphne giggled.
Greg: I think we're going to have to make a road trip to your town.
Me: Do your parents know?
Daphne: NO, and it better stay that way. If you make a trip I'll introduce you to the girls I work with.
Me: Naw, I'd rather hang with you.
Daphne smiled at me.
Greg: Good, more for me, lol.
Daphne: You're such a dork, lol.
