Ch. 02: Baby Sister
With closed eyes Robert didn't hear Alana acknowledge her friend's presences. Courtney searched for the right words for a response, but nothing came to mind. "Oh God Court you can't tell Brenda." Alana quickly jumped off of Robert, grabbing her yellow bikini top.
Robert was confused by her panicked statement and struggled to sit up. Thinking he couldn't be more shocked this afternoon he spotted the hot blond gawking at him. Courtney was the other girl by the pool. How could he not of recognized her he wondered. He looked down at his crotch studying his waning cock covered in a slimy mess of oil and cum.
"Hi Court," she asked her friend. "That's all you can say Alana?"
"Not now damn it." Alana rushed by her friend trying to cover her breasts with her arms.
"Are you fucking crazy," Courtney yelled at her friend who slammed the bathroom door behind her. She turned back to face Robert who was desperately trying to get his pants back on. More calmly now she said, "Well I see you haven't wasted anytime starting trouble."
'"She wanted to..."
"She's a kid you asshole."
"Lana is no kid, no way," he declared.
"You know what I mean." She looked him over with mild disgust. "No wonder Larissa dumped your ass."
"Ok Courtney, why don't you tell me how you really feel?" He laid back down on his bed, but propped himself up by his elbows to observe the hot blond.
She walked in glaring at him. "How could you make her do that to you?"
"She offered; I accepted."
"You're sick," she picked up his beer on the desk, and sipped. "I'm telling Brenda, maybe your mom too."
"Are you ever going to forgive me?"
She didn't answer immediately, studying him for a moment. "Probably not."
"Listen if I wasn't dating Larissa then... I would have loved to spend that night with you."
"You're not with her now," she said lovingly.
Robert looked her up and down. He adored her hair, blond, wavy, and a lot of it. Her piercing blue eyes stared him down as he admired her cute face with perfect skin. Her breasts were actually a tad smaller than Alana's, but nice. They were trapped in her tight and white halter top. He looked over her hips somewhat covered by a semi see through mesh sarong. She'd always had nice thighs and hers fit her petite 5'2" frame nicely. She wasn't plump he thought, not even close, but definitely full figured. A lot of girl in a compact package, with a rather spicy attitude to go with it.
He sighed, "True but I kind of like Alana."
"Oh fuck you Robert; you wouldn't know a great thing if it walked up and kicked you in the balls." She stormed towards the door.
"Hey, don't tell Bren about me and Alana."
She stopped and turned to face him. With a glare she asked, "Why should I stay quiet? What do I get out of this?"
"Um, how about 20 bucks?"
"I have my own money," she countered.
"Ok, how about I burn you some CD'S... DVD's?"
"No."
"Then what," he asked mildly annoyed now.
She thought it over, but came up with nothing. "I'm not sure yet, but you so totally owe me." Courtney quickly left yelling down the hall for Alana to get out of the bathroom.
Robert laughed to himself with some relief knowing she would keep her mouth shut. He hoped Alana would come back to say goodbye, or leave her cell number. He started to move feeling all the slime in his pants. "Shit, time to wash up."
He looked out his window to see his sister in the pool. Just then Courtney and Alana walked out to the pool and got back to sunbathing. "Damn," he whispered with disappointment.
He couldn't help thinking about the night his long friendship with Courtney ended He had known her ever since he could remember. She was his first kiss and he was her first kiss. That was so long ago in the small school library. He had taken her to a homecoming dance as well, but never really dated.
It was a night Larissa had walked out of their apartment due to an intense argument. He was drunk, stoned, and lonely, and on the phone convinced Courtney to come over. It wasn't long before he had her shirt and bra off burying his face in those luscious tits.
He even got her hand down his pants. He chuckled remembering the look on her face when she felt up his hardening cock. Shockingly she told him she had fantasized about him making love to her for months.
Then he made her hate him, by suddenly becoming a gentleman. Robert realized he couldn't do this to Larissa, or Courtney. She left crying and feeling rejected. She never really talked to him after that. At least not civilly, and their friendship was over.
He showered with cold water cleaning up the mess. He couldn't help thinking about Alana and her hand working his dick. "Oh boy is she good." He changed into a pair of long shorts, flip-flops, and sunglasses. He decided on no shirt figuring he would give the girls a thrill.
Through the sliding glass door Robert studied the three young ladies. They seemed as happy as anyone could be, giggling, and splashing water. It was strange being back from the war. So peaceful here he thought, everything was so relaxed, and much more vibrant then he remembered. Especially the females.
He ended his deep thinking, and sipped on his beer observing his sister, Brenda get out of the pool. His jaw dropped as he was awe struck with the obvious change in her figure. Joyce, his mother, had mentioned in a letter to him months ago that for Brenda's last birthday they agreed to get her breast implants. He laughed remembering when he first read that, but honestly was not surprised.
His mother and father were more like friends, or pals, with their children than authority figures. Very progressive, into nature, balance, harmony, basically he felt they were full of shit. He loved the TV show South Park, especially when the character Eric used the phrase, 'tree hugging hippy crap'. He always thought of them when he heard it. His parents disapproved of him joining the military, but they did love each other, and it would be nice to see them tonight.
In his opinion his sister was a spoiled brat and his parents were definitely part of the reason. Who gives a young girl a red Porsche Carrera 4S for their first car? Simply an insane machine to hand over to someone so young. She cracked up the beautiful beast two weeks later. He quietly laughed to himself, "And now this birthday? Breast implants."
He wasn't surprised that Brenda requested the surgery. Rather than work hard at studying math, science, or English, she attended an "arts" school. She was now "educated" in fashion, dance, and theater. Which was fine with him except it turned out she didn't study too hard at that either. He attended a play once and she was hideous to put it politely. Of course his parents, never critical, said bravo.
From his mother's letters Brenda was focusing her limited talent on swimsuit modeling. She might be able to pull that off, especially now. She was beautiful and his friends never let him hear the end of it.
Brenda was tall, 5'7" and something, if remembered correctly. Very long straight blond hair. Gorgeous light blue eyes, pout, full lips. Her figure was up to modeling standards he thought. Wonderful ass, hips, thighs, all nicely bronzed by the sun.
He was mesmerized watching her grab a towel as the water dripped off her slim frame. For just a second he imagined burying his face into those massive mounds of hers. Feeling her soft skin, tasting that sweet flesh. He closed his eyes imagining his teeth against those hard nipples that were so vigorously piercing into that skimpy baby blue swim top.
Robert jolted out of his gaze of his sister, disgusted with himself. "Jesus you're a sick puppy, perv-boy.," he whispered. He was shocked he entertained that thought. He really needed to find some female companionship soon before he really lost it.
The sun was ultra bright and wonderfully warm as he walked out. "Hello ladies," he waved as he approached them. They all responded with a greeting. Brenda who didn't naturally smile suddenly displayed a large one for her brother. She quickly moved up to him, hugging him tightly. "You're finally back."
