Page 1 of Butt Stuff

My Best Friend’s Sister

I’m out at a bar with my best friend, James when he tells me the good news: His parents are opening up their backyard pool tomorrow because the weather has been so nice, warming up early this year.The update makes me smile. I’ve spent a lot of good summers at their pool, and have a lot of good memories in their backyard. Most of my best ones have taken place at James’ house, if I’m being honest.

"Sweet!" We high five. "I’ll be there, man."

"I have to warn you though, Violet got back from college yesterday," he says. "She'll probably be there too, and I wouldn't be surprised if she invited some friends."

I roll my eyes.

"Be nice, Luke," James says.

"I'll be nice," I say. I will too, no matter how annoying I find his little sister, Violet. She's been the bane of our existence for years, constantly trying to tag along to everything, always getting into our business, and usually getting us into trouble.

James and I are like brothers, we even look alike—We’re both six-foot-one with sandy-blonde hair. The biggest difference isthat James has blue eyes like the rest of his family, and I have brown. So Violet was basically a shared PITA kid-sister. Having her go away to college this past year had been great. James and I both go to school in state, so we have an apartment near campus, which is only a fifteen-minute drive from his parents’ place. Violet decided to go out of state, and I haven’t seen her since she left for school. The peace has been wonderful.

The next morning, James and I head to his parents’ in the middle of the day, already wearing our swim trunks and bringing a change of clothes for dinner. His parents have a great house, a sprawling single-family home with an awesome back porch with a picnic table and benches wrapping around the entire deck, with a big grill in between the deck and the pool. Every summer we’d spend every minute we could at the pool, usually with Violet splashing us, hitting us with wet towels, trying to tip over our floating chairs when we're resting on the water and generally making a big pain of herself. If we're lucky, she'll be out.

No such luck.

I frown when I see her for the first time, as we walk into the kitchen heading toward the back door. She's just standing there making herself a sandwich but... something's different.

"Hey James! Hey Luke!" she greets us, her voice excited, but not bubbly. Violet is not one of those girls who is constantly trying to be cute for guys. She doesn't giggle, she laughs. Loudly. Obnoxiously. She never makes her voice all high, she never squeals, and she has no problem with snakes—although she's not a huge fan of spiders. She never wears makeup and the only time I ever saw her in a dress was when her mom put up the pictures of her from prom.

That's it, that's what's different. She's wearing a sundress. It shows off her breasts. I'd never noticed that she had boobs before. Really big ones, actually. The sundress is more revealing than anything I've ever seen her in.

James elbows me and I drag my eyes out of his sister's cleavage, clearing my throat. She smirks at me.

"Hey Vi," I say lamely. "Nice to see you. How was freshman year?"

"Great! I had a lot of fun, made a lot of good friends. My roommate was awesome." She takes a giant bite out of her roast beef sandwich. Violet isn't one to babble if she doesn't have anything to say.

"Sounds good," James says, smiling at her in the way that older brothers do. "We're headed out to the pool."

Swallowing her bite of sandwich, she waves her hand at us. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be out there soon."

We head outside, put our towels down on the lounge chairs, and go grab the floating chairs that we like to sit on while we're hanging out in the pool. In less than ten minutes we're both draped in them, swim trunks soaked from a quick dip, while the hot sun slowly dries us, beer bottles securely held in their cup holders on the arms of our chairs. I love this pool.

"Dude, were you checking out my sister?" James doesn't sound mad, just curious.

"No," I lie. "It’s just weird that she’s wearing a dress."

"Huh. Yeah, I guess she doesn't do that much."

I lay on my back floating with my eyes closed.

Very relaxing.

The sun is getting kinda hot, all the water has sizzled off of my skin and I slide off my chair for another quick dip, going all the way under and coming back up at the perfect moment to see Violet emerge on the deck in a string bikini, her blonde hair up in a ponytail.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I've never seen her wear anything but a one-piece with a t-shirt covering it. She was always super body-shy... and now thatI can see what a body she's rocking, I have no idea why she was always so modest.

The light yellow of the suit compliments her sun-kissed skin perfectly, the top is made up of triangles that look like they're straining to hold in her boobs and possibly losing the fight. The tiny triangle covering her pussy clearly shows that she's got very little hair there, if any at all. Completely ignoring us, she squirts a dollop of sunscreen onto her hand and rubs it across the top part of her chest, slowly working her way down, sliding her fingers under the strings of the bikini and then under the tiny cloth triangles. I'm pretty sure that if she turned to the side, I'd be able to see her nipples.

"Holy shit, Vi!" James shouts.

I jump. Violet jumps and her boobs bobble, threatening to spill out of the bikini top. Christ.