After the volleyball match, I showered and changed in the locker room, then purposely went upstairs in the gymnasium building, coming down the bleachers from behind my big brother to purposely surprise him. "Enjoying the scenery?" I asked as I stood directly behind him.
He turned around quickly, his eyes first aimed directly at my crotch since I was standing, before he looked up my body and finally met my gaze. "You sneak!" he teased with a grin.
I ruffled his hair briefly, then sat next to him, my smelly clothes in my backpack as it hung on one shoulder. "Shall we go back home," I asked, "or would you prefer to sit here and watch the scenery a while?"
He knew exactly what I meant by "the scenery." While the intramural volleyball league was officially coed, I knew instinctively, without even looking at his eyes, that he was primarily watching the one all-female team on the near court.
"Let's watch the rest of this match here," he suggested, nodding toward the near court. "These two teams are really quite evenly matched."
He was right. Volleys would last at least three minutes on average: dig, set, spike, dig, set, spike, bump, set, spike, dig, set, spike... It was also interesting that the all-female team was playing a team with five girls and one guy, so my big brother had plenty of eye candy before him.
I had seen plenty of volleyball in my life, and watched countless women and girls play the game. But as I sat beside my fraternal twin, I began to see the scene through his eyes. I knew that he appreciated that athletic display before him, but I also knew that a growing portion of his brain was focusing upon the female players, and that caused me to begin to focus upon them more and more as well. For the very first time, I truly "saw" them: the bouncing of their breasts, the swishing of their hair across their shoulders and upper backs, the outlines of their sports bras underneath their thin t-shirts, the graceful dips at their waists and the noticeable flares at their hips...
Granted, I had admired my own body plenty of times in a mirror, and I was honestly proud of my body and its proportions as well as its ability to attract the admiring eyes of people of both sexes. As a very sexual person myself, especially since we had moved to California to live on our own while attending different colleges, I knew that my big brother enjoyed pleasing my body, just as much as he enjoyed using my body for his own pleasure.
I looked at my big brother for a moment between volleys, and tracked his gaze to a short Asian girl who was about to serve. The volleyball high in the air, her arm pulled back and her palm open ready to send the ball arcing over the tall net, I noted how the swells upon her chest caused her white t-shirt to bulge outward, leaving a noticeable gap between cotton (or whatever material had been used to make her shirt) and navel. With her back arched, her ponytail hung downward, the red ribbon at its end attracting the eye. Her short blue shorts revealed plenty of well-toned thigh.
"Put your eyes back in your head," I teased my big brother once she had served the volleyball into the net. He punched me playfully in the arm, just enough to sting a little.
