Page 2 of Butt Stuff

"What the hell are you wearing? Or should I say not wearing?"

I turn to see James glaring at her, sitting straight up on his floating chair, and fortunately ignoring me. I shift my trunks to help hide the wood that I'm sporting.

Vi's voice floats from behind me. "Oh grow up, James, I'm wearing a bikini."

"That is not a bikini! That's like... a couple pieces of Kleenex that someone tied together with strings. That should be fucking illegal. You can't walk around here wearing that in front of your family!"

I sink down into the pool up to my neck and turn my head to check out the Kleenex suit again. Violet is rolling her eyes, rubbing sunscreen into her soft stomach.

"I'm eighteen, asshole. I can do whatever I want."

James snarls. "I'm calling Mom."

"Go right ahead," she says calmly as he wades through the water, up the stairs that lead into the pool and past her into the house.

I close my eyes, because almost as soon as he's gone she starts rubbing sunscreen around her bikini bottom and her fingers trail under the fabric there too. Violet's like my little sister, not to mention that sheismy best friend's little sister, and I should not be getting hard from looking at her. Period.

Two small splashes to my left make me open my eyes again. Violet is sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water, leaning back on her hands with her spread-apart legs. My gaze immediately zeroes in on her crotch where the yellow cloth of her bikini is barely covering her pussy lips. The puffy flesh is pushing outward against it and has almost broken free. I'm very glad that I'm in the water up to my neck because I seem to have broken out in a sweat.

"You like my bikini, don't you Luke?" She kicks her leg up at me, splashing me with water.

"It's uh... it's a little revealing, Vi." I temporize.

She pouts at me. Since when does Violet pout?

"But you like it right? It looks good?" She sits up straight, her breasts wobbling on her chest and spreads her thighs a little wider. Any more and that suit is going to split her lips.

"It's... I mean, it's whatever, Vi. I think James is right, you shouldn't be wearing something like that."

Rejection, sharp and painful shoots across her face and she actually tears up. Her legs close immediately and she hunches in on herself. I suddenly realize that she's not as confident as she seems. She was looking for a little validation—after finally getting up the nerve to wear something sexy—and I just stomped all over that.

"Oh shit... Look Vi, it looks good, okay?"

"You're just saying that," she says softly, her voice choked like she's trying to hold back emotion.

"No, seriously Violet, look…" I take a deep breath. I'm going to tell her the truth and hope that she doesn't run away from me disgusted, or worse, turn me in to James or her parents. "It's freaking hot. I'm sporting wood over here and that's uncomfortable for me ‘cause you're like my little sister."

She looks up at me with surprise, her shoulders straightening. "You've got a hard-on?"

Christ.

"Yes," I say through gritted teeth. "Don't worry though, it'll go down eventually."

Her eyes narrow. "I don't believe you."

And with that she jumps in the water. What the…?

Violet's head comes up, her blonde hair darker when wet, water clinging to her eyelashes as she blinks at me. She smiles as she comes toward me.

"What are you doing Vi?" I back away.

"I don't believe you," she challenges. "Come here and prove it."

"Vi... That is so wrong, I can't do that. You're only eighteen." I back up fast.

She rolls her eyes. "That makes me legal, dumbass."

“And still too young,” I counter.