(Author's note: Thank you for the feedback I've had for my first submission. I hope you find enjoyment in this one also).
Michelle rolled over onto her taunt stomach with a sigh, reaching back to tug her bikini bottom into place. As she adjusted the thin fabric, the elastic bit into her firm buttocks with a sharpness that told her she had already had enough sun on this side.
The afternoon was glorious β azure sky, sparkling sun, and a slight breeze that danced along her tanned skin. Michelle checked her watched and decided to call it a day. With one last languid stretch, she sat up on her knees and began to gather her things.
"Thought that was you out here"
Michelle abruptly dropped her sunbathing paraphernalia in fright. The house was blissfully quiet and was meant to stay that way for at least a few hours while her parents shopped, and her older brother, Dylan, was out with friends. She was expecting no one β if anyone's friends should be dropping in, it should be hers, not Dylan's!
"Jacob! A little warning maybe?!" she chastised as she bent to retrieve her belongs. "What are you doing here?"
Jacob crossed his arms and leaned easily against the porch railing, a slow smile curling his lips. He'd been friends with Dylan for years. Michelle was always the annoying younger sister; trying to tag along and always getting in the way. Now, as he looked down at her, he was thinking he liked her in his way.
She was wearing a black bikini, simple triangles and string barely covering her ripe body. Jacob's eyes roved over the luscious sight β athletic, yet curvaceous. He watched as she struggled to cover herself with a towel, as well as retrieve the items she dropped.
Glancing up at him, she realised he was practically leering. She blushed and tucked the towel around her body self-consciously. Her bikini only ever came out when she was sure she was alone.
"I'm meeting Dylan. No one answered so I let myself in," he answered absentmindedly, while his eyes feasted on the lush beauty in front of him.
Michelle climbed the steps to the porch, thoughts of having the house to herself disappearing.
"Great, well, he's not here. I don't know when he's going to be back either," she replied with complete indifference.
Jacob raised his eyebrows and moved to stand in front of the door. "Will you keep me company then?"
She rolled her eyes and tried to push past him. When Jacob refused to budge she took a step back and looked up at him with annoyance. Her green eyes searched his piercing blue ones for the reason he was acting this way. Dylan's friends tended to either ignore or insult her.
"Move," she demanded, giving his chest a shove. He still blocked the door, igniting a spark of nervousness inside her. With his arms folded across his broad chest Jacob made an imposing figure.
After a heartbeat too long he laughed and stepped aside with mock graciousness; a large sweep of his arm inviting her into her own home. Michelle huffed and slipped past him into the living room. Jacob followed closely behind her, admiring her neck and the curve of her shoulder. He almost reached out to caress her skin β he imagined it to be still warm from the sun. Small curls of brown hair had escaped her messy pony tail and now stirred in the breeze at the nape of her neck.
"Did you try his cell?" she sighed, her impatience obvious.
"Yip. No answer. I'll just wait here..."
She could only watch helplessly as he slouched down into one of the couches, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. The remote appeared in his hand, the sudden and loud sound of sports commentary filling the room.
Michelle sighed. Even when Dylan wasn't here she was going to have to put up with his jerk friends.
"Fine then, make yourself at home," she finally managed, her tone dripping with acid, "I'm going to my room."
He grunted, already engrossed in the TV. Her run of the house appeared to be officially over β a grand total of 45 minutes. She glared at the back of his head for a moment, before heading upstairs to her room.
Jacob couldn't see the TV. All he could concentrate on was the image of his friend's younger sister bent over to pick up sunscreen; those shapely thighs giving way to a toned, rounded butt. She had turned to pick up sunglasses and her cleavage had been spilling from her bikini, begging to be squeezed and caressed...