It was late Friday morning and Martin Richards had finished his breakfast a few minutes earlier. He had slept in late since, with his parents and sister away at his grandmother’s for a long weekend, there had been no reason to get up early and he’d had enough of doing that when he’d had to go to morning lectures at college. But now it was a few weeks into the summer holidays and his time was his own, or most of it was as he had been set three chores this particular weekend; to clean the swimming pool, to repair its water pump (which had broken down the day before) and to water the garden. So, after a lie-in and breakfast, he dressed in a pair of loose shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, fetched the toolkit from the garage and had just taken it out to the back garden when he heard the doorbell ring.
He put the box of tools down next to the water pump housing, went back through the house and opened the front door.
‘Is Angela home?’ asked the girl there whom he recognized as Rebecca, a friend of his sister. Rebecca was wearing a big, baggy shirt, almost a minidress and, with his sister away, he immediately wondered why was carrying a bag which he could see contained a large towel.
‘She’s with my parents visiting our grandmother’s this weekend.’
‘The whole weekend?’ she exclaimed.
‘Yes, until Monday evening.’
‘Oh, I didn’t know she was going as well, I thought she meant just your parents would be gone,’ Rebecca said, a look of disappointment on her beautiful face and not giving away the fact that she knew he would be on his own. ‘I was really looking forward to having a swim.’
‘You can still use the pool if you want to,’ he said, ‘but you’ll have to wait a while if you want to swim because I’ve got to clean it first and fix the water pump which broke yesterday.’
‘That’s great, Martin. Thanks. I’d like to work on my tan as well. I’ll swim later.’
Martin couldn’t help but feel a shiver of arousal run up his spine as he spoke with the girl. At 18, the same age as his sister, Rebecca was one of the most attractive girls he had ever seen with her slim figure and very well-developed breasts.
She was also a flirt, at least he didn’t think her behaviour towards him could be anything more and he was sure it was by design that she always teased him when she had come to dinner or stayed overnight at their house.
Every time that she stayed overnight recently was on a Friday, the one day of the week when his parents were certain to go out for the evening until very late, and it seemed as though she had always managed to be in her nightclothes when he was around. On the latest such occasion, just the previous week, he was treated to an entire evening trying to watch TV while Rebecca, this time wearing a short dressing gown and an even shorter frilly nightie, sat in the easy-chair across from his. She had her feet on the chair with her ankles crossed and he could see the crotch of her tiny panties and her smooth, lightly tanned thighs.
She had seen him looking on a couple of occasions but she hadn’t said anything, just meeting his glance each time with a sexy wink and a smile.
He didn’t know what to do as he was almost sure that she was flirting with him, but he resisted the temptation to do or say anything because she was a friend of his sister.
Then she had left the room for a few minutes partway through the evening, claiming the to need to go to the toilet.
When she came back, she sat down and crossed her legs, putting one knee over the other.
Although he wasn’t looking in her direction at that moment and only caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, he didn’t think he saw the white of her knickers as she did so.
His sister announced a little while later that she was very tired and went to bed early, leaving him alone in the room with Rebecca.
As soon as Angela had gone, Rebecca drew her legs up onto the chair and sat with the soles of her feet together, her hands on her knees.
He saw straight away that she had indeed taken her knickers off and he was sure he could see some moisture on the lips of her wide-open, hairless pussy. She blew him a kiss this time as well.
Later that night, as he emerged from the bathroom after his evening ablutions, he had literally bumped into Rebecca standing outside the door waiting for her turn. She appeared to have been reaching for the doorknob as he yanked the door open and had grabbed his cock instead, her hand lingering for a moment before snatching it back. Rebecca was not wearing her dressing gown any more and he could see her perfectly-formed breasts and large (swollen?) nipples very clearly because she wasn’t wearing a bra and the gossamer-thin cloth of her nightie was almost see-through.
She had then squashed past him to go into the bathroom, brushing her breasts across his bare chest and giving his cock another squeeze as she went. When she was inside the room she turned to face him with her hands on her hips and taking an indignant stance.
‘Well, it’s my turn in here now.’
‘Yes, yes,’ he mumbled and turned to go, but not before noticing that the way she was standing had raised the hem of the nightie to above her bare pubes.
Now she stood at the front door, about to enter the house knowing he was the only one home.
She had always enjoyed playing around sexually, though she had never gone all the way with a boy…and now she was determined to lose her cherry to her best friend’s brother.
‘The door to the back garden is through there,’ he said as he opened the door wide to let her pass. ‘I’ll be along in a minute, I’ve just got to fetch something from upstairs.’
Rebecca went through the house and out to the back garden, saw the toolbox and put the bag with her towel on the grass a few feet away between it and the pool.
After taking her shoes off, she sat and waited until Martin arrived carrying a small wooden box which he put down on the ground beside his tools.
When he began working on the water pump, the first of his jobs, she stood up facing him and started undoing the buttons on her shirt, asking him about his work at the same time.
At first he avoided looking at her while she was doing this but then, by the third button, he reasoned, Hell, if she wanted me not to look, she’d have turned away and he stopped working so he could watch her while they talked and as she stripped.
When all the buttons were undone, she opened the shirt, drew it back over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground revealing her superb body in a tiny white g-string bikini that was just three wisps of cloth which barely covered her nipples and pussy and held in place by string so thin it was nearly invisible; more a courtesy item than anything else as she looked more sexy wearing it than she would have done if she was completely nude.
She stood still, hands at her sides, for all of ten seconds while he looked her up and down, and then asked, ‘Well, do you like my new bikini, then?’
‘Er, wow,’ was all he could say.
Rebecca raised her arms, clasping her hands together high above her head, arched her back, stretched upwards and turned around slowly showing her beautiful evenly tanned body.
‘What do you think?’ she asked again.
‘Are you really going to swim in that?’ he asked.
‘Well, if you don’t like it I can always take it off,’ she said with a giggle, and reached behind her as though she was going to undo the knot at the back of the bikini-top.
‘No, no, that’s all right,’ he said hastily, ‘I just don’t think it could stand up to swimming. You look, um, wow is all I can say. Er…I think I’d better get on with this pump,’ adding to himself
While I can still think about what I’m doing. This has just got to be more than flirting, and I hope it is.
