All characters in this story, unless otherwise stated, are over eighteen years old. Thanks to Sexi sub for a great job editing this story.
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Every summer my parents would drag my sister and I up for a month to our house on the lake. They were both teachers, so they had their summers off. When we were young, it was a perfect summer vacation, but as we grew older it became less so.
By the time we reached high school we noticed that our lake friends were coming less and less. Or they wouldn't come at all. Until finally, my sister and I were the only kids our age on the lake.
What was once a paradise for us became a prison. The house had no cable TV, no Internet, and no cell phone service. Even the landline phone didn't have unlimited long distance, so our parents limited its use too.
My parents, of course, loved it for those same reasons that we hated it. It was totally isolated and peaceful. My sister and I were in hell.
Also, it wasn't for just a week or two, but for the whole month of July. If not for September, and prepping for the fall semester, they would have stayed through August too.
A funny thing happened between my sister and I that last summer, we became very close. We used to fight like cats and dogs, but that July we became friends.
Maybe it was because we were getting older and more mature, or maybe it was the fact that we only had each other for company. Either way, despite ourselves, a bond grew between us.
My sister Trish is a tall beauty with long golden blond hair and green eyes. She had the athletic body of a cheerleader and the smarts of a math club geek. I loved her very much and would do anything for her.
That tended to cause some problems for my psyche. It was hard enough to have a beautiful sister back on Long Island where there were thousands of pretty girls. It was sheer torture when she was the only girl my age in a bikini for hundreds of miles.
It might have been different if she was short, fat and ugly instead of being the most beautiful girl I knew. It also didn't help that she was entertaining as hell, and a good friend. She haunted my dreams at night.
I tried to make the best of it. I told myself that I was some sort of pervert and I needed to control my urges. Then my sister would walk through the house in her gold toned, halter-top bikini and I would get an immediate erection.
It wasn't even that revealing of a swimsuit. It was an elegant suit on an elegant girl, and I was an oversexed teenage boy who was in trouble.
Now the house on the lake was very rustic. There were only two bedrooms and one bath. The living room pull out couch was my bedroom. Which was fine when I was ten, but as I got older, and developed "needs" it proved to be less adequate.
Jerking off, every teenage boys release, was fraught with peril. I had no privacy and very little opportunity. Even at night I had either my parents or my sister walking past me to go to the can.
What made things even worse was that one boring summer afternoon I was rummaging through a derelict garage when I found a stack of 1970"s Playboys. The girls sure had a lot of hair back then.
Now, to my frustration, I had something else besides my sister's gold bikini to fuel my lust. Things went from bad to worse.
My only escape was an old rowboat that my parents owned. It was aluminum with an electric motor, powered by a car battery. My parents bought it years ago so that my dad and I could go fishing, but neither my dad nor I ever took a liking to fishing. So it was used just for pleasure cruises.
I would tool out to the middle of the lake or to some solitary alcove that I had found. I would anchor and lay out on some old seat cushions that I had thrown on the bottom of that old boat.
It was perfect. I could have my privacy to do what I needed. Well it was perfect until Trish butted in.
"Where do you go out on that boat?" She asked one afternoon.
"No where," I answered curtly.
"Well you must go somewhere. It's a big lake."
"I just float around. No where in particular."
"Can I go with you next time you go no where in particular?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Trish it's the only time I get a chance to get away from everything."
"We live in numbing isolation. What could you possible need to get away from?"
"Mom and Dad and ..."
"Don't say me," she cut me off. "I never bother you about anything."
I didn't say anything. How could I tell her that I needed time to be alone and jerk off? Jerk off to thoughts of her in that gold bikini. Now I would have her alone in that bikini, but no relief.
"Please Danny! I think that I will die if I have to sit in that shack for one more day."
"Okay. Okay. I'll take you out tomorrow."
"You won't regret it. I wont bother you at all."
Fat chance, I thought. She was going to get me all hot and bothered and I was already regretting it.
The next day after breakfast I made a beeline for the dock and the rowboat. I figured I would be half way across the lake before Trish knew I was gone, but as I settled into the boat I saw Trish running down the dock.
"Thought you were getting away without me, huh?"
I gave her a forlorn look.
"Come on Danny. You promised."
"Okay," I said as I scratched my head, "Get in." she just smiled that adorable smile of hers and did so. I just shook my head as I sat there watching her smile. "What the hell are you so happy about?"
"This will be fun. You'll see," she said with a giggle.
"Yeah," I said sarcastically.
I tried to make it so very boring. I just motored out to the middle of the lake and anchored. She just sat there grinning. "This is it?" She asked.
"I told you that there wasn't much to see."
"What's with the cushions?" She asked motioning to the ones that I had lying on the bottom of the boat.
"Oh nothing really. Sometimes I just lay out and take a nap."
"Really?" she remarked as she made her way onto the cushions. She sprawled out on them like she was Cleopatra, queen of the Nile. "This is really comfortable. You should have told me to wear my suit. I could get some serious rays out here."
Even just wearing a t-shirt and shorts, she was killing me. I knew that tomorrow she will be less attired and I would be left to just gripping my throttle.
The nest day, since I already lost any chance at privacy, I took her to one of my private spots. She had on a shirt over her bikini, but she soon stripped it off as the heat of the day descended on us.
She lay on the cushion at the bottom of the boat and I tried not to look at her body as she stretched out in front of me.
"What is this place?" she asked with little interest.
"Trish. Nothing much, but I like this place because a couple of hawks have made a nest in one of those trees."
She half-heartedly looked over her head at the trees behind her, but she wasn't impressed. She was no the nature lover.
She had a splash of freckles across her cheekbones to accentuate her green eyes, and another splash across her chest to accentuate her breasts. . Her hips were perfectly proportional to her flat stomach, and her legs were long and toned.
"Don't look," I thought, "she can't torment you if you don't look." With that she stretched out and arched her back. Her breasts, so full and firm were straining against her suit. "Look for the hawks," I told myself, "look for the hawks."
She then opened her legs and hung them over the gunwales. I could see the outline of her labia through her suit. She was completely exposing herself to me. She had to know the show she was putting on, but she didn't seem to be aware.
She was fidgety. She started to fuss with cups of her bra. "I hate wearing bikinis. I feel like I'm completely naked in one. Girls only wear them to show off their bodies to boys. Well, that and to get a good tan."
"There are no boys to show off to around here?"
"You're not a boy?"
"Are you saying that you're showing off your body to me?"
Trish smiled. The fact that I turned the discussion around on her amused her. She didn't answer the question though, which I thought was strange.
"Have you talked to Taylor?" Taylor was my girlfriend back on Long Island.
"Not since Sunday." Sunday was the only day that our parents would let us make long distance calls.
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah. I'm afraid that she won't wait for me. There are a lot of guys who are hitting on her at home."
"She'll wait for you. She's lucky to have you." I gave my sister a quizzical look. "You're a very good looking guy. She drooled over you for a year while she waited for you and Loren to break up."
"How do you know?"
"Are you kidding? She must have asked me every week if you two were still going out. She waited for that long. She'll wait another couple of weeks."
"You really think I'm good looking?" I said with a sly smile.
Trish just shook her head and didn't answer at first. I looked away from her. I couldn't stand it. She was so beautiful and sexy.
"Yes I think that you are good looking," she conceded. "Your just about the best looking guy in town."
"Even better looking than Justin?" Justin was Trish's boyfriend.
"Maybe, but in a different way." She smiled at me. There was a minute or two of silence. "What about me?"
"What about you?"
"This is where you give me a compliment," she insisted.
