It was a Saturday like any other. I woke up at 8 a.m. to get in a run before the weekend officially started. I live with my parents in Miami and will be starting school there in the fall. Being 18, in Miami, I vowed to have some crazy fun before I buried myself in schoolwork. This is just the place to do that. Miami is rich in culture and nightlife and finding something to do here isn't very difficult.
I was in the driveway stretching before my run when I heard rhythmic stamping getting closer. With my legs spread, bent at the waist, touching my palms on the ground, I was at a disadvantage to see who was nearing. Suddenly I hear, "I'm sure your boy toys would appreciate that position."
It was my smart-ass brother, Jake. I didn't look up from my pose but replied,
"I figured you could show this to your girlfriend since the only position she knows is missionary."
He scoffed and went past me into the house. Jake is a freshman at Miami and I would be seeing a lot more of him soon enough. All of my girlfriends agree that Jake is way hot. He's 6'1," brownish-red hair, green eyes, well built, and weighing about 200 lbs. He tried out for the football team last year but wasn't quite big or fast enough. Since then, I have seen him working out everyday since last recruiting season. He is "on a mission" to make the team this year (his words).
I got back home around 10:30 and was drenched with sweat. Even though it was only April, it was already very hot outside. I came in through the garage to the kitchen and was dying to get a drink. I was wearing my typical running outfit. Pink Nike sports bra, black running shorts, with black and pink running shoes. It's important to color co-ordinate no matter the activity...
As I'm downing my water Jake walks into the kitchen in just a pair of swimming trunks.
"What are you training for?" he inquired.
"I really want to make the soccer team," I panted out between gulps.
"Keep it up," he encouraged, "you're looking great!"
After thanking him for his kind words and guzzling my water I went to get cleaned up.
Standing in my bathroom, in front of the mirror, I had to agree with Jake's comments. I know that sounds horribly superficial, but I've been working very hard to achieve this body. I wasn't going to go into College looking like I did in High School. Not that I was ever out of shape, I just wanted the toned body of a Miami girl. I never felt like my body fit my height. Being 5'8," there only a few looks that made me appealing. Daily running and Yoga had achieved the look I wanted. My muscles were long and defined. Finally, I was starting to see the contours of my abs. Looks are a very big deal here and if you don't have that certain look, there's a lot of places you don't get in to.
As I peeled off my running clothes I noticed my tan lines were starting to fade. This was not acceptable and I needed to remedy this today. Just then I heard Jake yell "Britney?" from the hall. I poked my head out of the door to see what he wanted.
"Mom and Dad just left with the boat," he informed me.
"And...?" I replied
"I thought you were going with them," he said defensively.
"No, I changed my mind. I'm just going to stay here today," I explained.
"Since it's so hot out, I'm going to spend the day in the pool, wanna join me?," he asked persistently.
"If I do, I'll probably just lay out," I said with a shrug. I noticed he kept looking past me into the bathroom as he was talking to me, what could he possibly be studying so hard?
"Great, get your bikini on and meet me poolside," he said quickly and left before I had a chance to respond.
I closed the door and I turned around to realize the reason for his concentration. There are a few full length mirrors in my bathroom so I can see multiple sides of me when I'm getting ready. He must have been able to see my nudity from the hall because of the reflections. This made me feel a bit uncomfortable. My brother was checking me out! I started to get a little angry thinking about my invaded privacy. However, getting revenge would be better than getting angry. And seductive revenge is my specialty. If he was checking me out obviously, it was because he liked what he saw. I tried to think like a guy for a moment. What feature(s) in a woman do guys like?
I brushed out my long, light red hair, cleaned off my face and put on a little makeup. I've been complimented by many guys about my eyes. They are a bright emerald green. So bright, in fact, that I commonly get asked if I'm wearing colored contacts. I put on some eye liner and eye shadow to accentuate them, and some light pink lipstick. Of course most guys don't make it up that far when they're checking out a girl, they stare at the breasts. Mine are a full 34b, almost a small c, but full enough to warrant male attention. Having 22" waist and 32" hips gives the appearance that my breasts are larger than they actually are.
I knew none of this would work without the perfect bikini. After all, he made sure to stress the word "bikini" when he told me to meet him poolside. Who am I to disappoint? I found one from a year ago that I wore in a contest where I came in 3rd. It was a yellow string bikini that left little to the imagination. The top barely covered my breasts and the bottoms were very fun. They tied low on the hip and, being Brazilian backed, it showed off my ass quite well. I had only ever worn it for the contest and I knew that Jake didn't even know I had it. I grabbed a towel, a water, and gave myself one last look before pulling open the sliding glass door to the pool deck. Everything had to be perfect for the seduction to work as planned.
I opened the door and instantly heard music playing. Jake was lying on a float and was drying himself in the mid-day sun. He really looked handsome lying there all wet with the sun glistening off his defined masculine features. It appears Jake may have had the same idea. If this was to be a test of wills, I was more than prepared and was worthy to the task. Jake didn't look up to see me, but tried to badger me with, "What took you so..." He stopped mid sentence when he raised his head to see me.
I acted normal and simply said, "I called Mike to see if he wanted to come over, and wanted to fix up a bit if he was going to be here. He said he had some things to do but might stop by." Of course, it was a lie. Jake didn't like Mike. I think it's because of a girl they were both trying to get but Mike won. I knew the thought of Mike fawning over me would increase the torture I was about to inflict on him. Since Mom and Dad were out on the boat I knew they wouldn't be back until after dark if at all. Sometimes they would sleep in it over night. I had nothing but time to screw with my big brother.
I glided to a lounge chair and spread out my towel, bending over in his direction to dangle my ass like the preverbal carrot. I made a concerted effort to exaggerate the swaying of my hips to attract his gaze. Turning to position myself on the chair, I noticed his eyes were completely transfixed on me. The game had begun.
"Is something wrong?" I asked innocently.
"Do Mom and Dad know you have that kind of bikini?!?" He said with an astonished expression.
I tried not to smile as I said, "What do you mean? It's just a bikini," I had a feeling it would get this kind of reaction from him.
