It's the dog days of summer and hot as hell. Days like today make me thankful that our family owns a pool. Having a pool, made our house a go-to for my sister and I's friends. Since college started though, all our friends have shipped off to college and have their own lives to attend to. My sister and I have returned home for summer break with no particular lives to attend to. So today it is only her and I enjoying the splendors of our family pool.
"I'm hot," my sister Claire stated out loud. Not really towards me, but just a plain statement out loud. I looked across the pool from my comfortable chair and umbrella, towards her. She was currently splayed out on her lounging chair, soaking up sun rays I would rather avoid. Her above average chest pulled her tiny bikini top tight across her breast, with the bottoms not leaving much to the imagination either. I only ever viewed her in a sexual way, when I took the familial aspect away and just looked at her as the woman she was. And right now I was just soaking in the sheer amount of skin she was tanning right now. Any other time, she was my annoying yet loving little sister.
"Then get in the pool and cool off, you dork," I finally replied, pulling my eyes away from her gorgeous body. She glanced over to me and sat up with her legs spread over the sides of the lounge chair. With me sitting directly across from her, I could see the hints of a camel-toe forming. Thank goodness I had sunglasses on, or my stare would cause some uneasy questions between us probably. She sat there soaking up the sun, as I continually stared at her legs and other parts I could see. I began wondering why I was ogling my own sister so much. I just played it off in my mind that it was the fact that I hadn't had a girlfriend since winter. It's not like I am ugly or unlucky with the girls, but my partying and dating life started to effect my grades immensely. I decided to cut both avenues off and focus, which caused my "game" to suffer. But it didn't really bother me any to not date, even though since I got home I hadn't really gone out of my way to find a new girlfriend. So I guess just an overly horny mind was taking over my thoughts.
"But the pool is boring, come play with me." She whined. My horny brain twist that last part of her statement, but I quickly shook it off.
"What are we 12? You can keep yourself entertained." I chuckled back, as I leaned back in my chair. I was trying to not let her impending charms (or assets) convince me to play in the sun. It was too late as when I looked back, she was already bounding around the pool towards me, her breast jiggling softly.
"Come on Mark, pleeeeease?" She pleaded, taking the chair next to me. I sighed and thought for a moment. If she wanted to play, we were going to play. I got up out of my chair suddenly and took the few steps over to her. She was a bit taken aback at my quick movement, not sure what I had planned. I scooped her out of her chair and in my haste grabbed her right under the boob. With her top straining to cover everything, my hand touched bare skin of her soft under-breast. I turned around, and without word, threw her into the pool. She quickly emerged from the water gasping for air, and obviously not happy.
"You ass! I didn't want to get my hair wet!"
"You wanted to play, so we're playing my game." I grinned.
"Well I don't see you in the pool now do I?" She complained back. I smiled a wicked smile back at her. "No, no, no." But it was too late. I was mid-air, with my cannon ball aimed right next to her. As I sunk lower into the water, I knew she was going to be mad, oh well, she asked for it. I came up for air finally, but Claire wasn't there anymore. As it turns out, she was waiting behind me to dunk me under, which she did. I let her dunk me a few more times as revenge, or it might be the fact that every time she dunked me, she would jump up in the air and let her boobs bounce fabulously.
"Happy now?" I asked, finally allowed to get a full breath in.
"Never!" She giggled. I turned to run from her, but she was too quick, and jumped onto my back, trying to sink me once again. Her soft breasts pressed against my back. From either the shock of the cold water, or the excitement of playing, I could feel her hard nipples pressing through her thin bikini topo. I tried not to focus on her breasts, but that tricky ADD thing made it hard for me not to.
We played back and forth for a while, splishing, splashing, and dunking each other. There was a tension in the air, but not a bad one, but more of a sexual one. We weren't kids anymore so the skin on skin contact was starting to effect me differently from when we were young kids doing the same thing. After a couple throws into the air for Claire, I started to feel the effects of seeing her beautiful curves jiggle. My loins started to react slowly and slowly until it was at full strength. I'm not Mr. Super-Endowed, but when I am fully erect, it is very hard to miss. I tried as hard as I could to hide it and let it go down, but the more I tried to shy away from her, the more Claire chased after me.
"Timeout, timeout," I protested.
"You out of breath big bro?"
"Yeah, give me a minute."
"Poor thing," she teased. "Must be tiring dragging that thing around." I looked at her wide-eyed. She pointed down to my crotch. I was at a loss for words. "Don't worry Mark, I'm not mad. It's just...weird...since your sister caused that."
"Sorry," was all I could muster.
"Like I said, it's okay. Am I really the reason for that?" She asked sheepishly.
"Well yeah. You are extremely beautiful sis." I confessed. She started to blush slightly. "But it might have more to do with the fact that it's been awhile." I tried to rationalize more to myself than convince her.
"Since you had...sex?"
"Well yeah, that or have a girlfriend."
"Oh, that's weird." She pondered.
"What's weird?"
"That you're single. Most of my girlfriends would jump at the chance to date you. Sometimes I would have to beg them to shut up when they would fawn over you." This actually surprised me a little bit. I know her friends had cute little crushes, but not much more than that.
"Well call one of them over, I'm single and ready to mingle," I said in my best mock suave voice. Claire rolled her eyes and splashed water at my face. The time talking and not focusing on my sister's body had helped my erection calm down.
"What would you like to do now?" I asked.
"Are you okay now?" She replied looking down at the water.
"Yes you pervert, stop looking down there," I teased.
"Me?! Like I haven't noticed you ogling here and there." It was my turn to start blushing a bit. I wasn't as slick as I thought I was.
"I'm sorry." I said solemnly.
"I was only joking Mark, but now I do know you have been perving at me." Without letting me speak she changed the subject. "What should we do now?" I thought for a moment and shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to say or do as I was still swimming in my embarrassment. "How about a jumping contest? Like we used to as kids." I knew exactly what she meant. As kids we would often hold a competition, sometimes multiple times each day. We would line up at a certain point on around the pool and see which of us could jump farther. When we first started doing this she would win almost every time. But, as we grew up and puberty caught up with us, I began to win more and more.
"Sure, if you don't mind losing once more," I joked. She proceeded to punch my lightly in the arm, and then began to swim towards the stairway out of the pool. She slowly (or slowly in my brain) swayed out of the pool. He bikini bottom had ridden up and her perfect shaped ass teased my eyes. I shook my head out of the have and tried not to pop another boner. I took a deep breath and followed her out of the pool. We took our positions on each side of the diving board. Claire and I exchanged one last competitive look and smirk. Without a word exchanged we both took off towards the pool. We both leapt as far as we could and simultaneously hit the water.
We both emerged from the water, each surveying where we had landed, trying to determine who had won. I looked further down the pool to see if I had beaten an all-time best, but noticed something floating away. I turned towards Claire to ask her what the item was and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. In front of me was my little sister, who was now fully topless and fully unaware. Her top must of came off with the impact of the splash and we're currently drifting off. But now in front of me were her big bountiful breast, and they were glorious with perfect shape and size, with no drop or sag, and with perfectly sized and lightly colored areolas. After a few moments of gawking at her Claire noticed my staring and followed my eye sight to her uncovered breast. She shrieked in horror and covered what she could with her arms.
"Get my top!!" She commanded. My brain had froze and could not compute. "Stop staring and help me Mark!" She half yelled and half cried. The sadness in her voice snapped me out of it, and I quickly swam over to her top. I handed it over and turned my head to give her some privacy as she replaced he bikini top. The image of her breast had already burned into my brain, and it was causing another, and harder, erection to form. I cursed myself for having that reaction to Claire twice in such a small span of time. I tried to think of baseball or college homework, but Claire swam past me and broke my concentration. She was cursing under her breath and saying other things I couldn't hear. She exited the pool, grabbed a towel and sat under the umbrella with her head in her hands. I swam up to her, not wanting to creep he out with my new erection, especially since she knew about the last one and was really embarrassed right now.
"Claire, its okay. It happens to everyone." I tried to comfort her.
"Your thingy has never popped out," she shot back. I tried to think of what to do to make her feel better. I thought for a moment.
