Page 6 of Butt Stuff

Violet rolls her eyes. “It’s called getting a tan, asshole.”

“Well cover your ass, because neither of us need to see it.”

I look at the ground.

“Whatever,” I hear her say, drawling out the word.

“I’m gonna go grab us some beer,” I stutter out, then turn on my heel, heading back into the house. I can hear the two of them still squabbling while I’m grabbing the beer from the fridge. I’m going to need booze to get through today, I can already tell.

By the time I get back out there, Violet is as decently covered as her skimpy bathing suit will allow and lying on her back. James is obviously trying to ignore the fact that his sister’s boobs are practically flopping out of the tiny covering. I do my best to follow his example, but I know my gaze keeps sliding over to her sexy body. Fortunately, James doesn’t seem to notice. He’s so embarrassed by Violet’s behavior that he can’t look at me either, probably assuming that I’m just as embarrassed.

Which I am, but for a completely different reason.

“Sorry dude,” he mutters as I hand him a beer.

“It’s cool man,” I say back, quiet enough that Violet can’t hear me. “She’s just doing it ‘cause she knows it bugs you. Don’t pay attention and she’ll stop.” I’m not entirely sure that’s true after what I saw Saturday night, but my boy obviously needs some reassuring. Plus, I’m pretty sure that no matter what he says, it’s not going to affect Violet’s behavior.

He groans. “I know, I know. It’s just… She’s not supposed to be dressing like that. Ever. She’s my little sister. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?”

“By recognizing that I grew up, asshole.” Violet’s voice is loud, letting us know that she can hear what James is saying, at the very least.

James curses and takes a long pull on the beer. Seems like an appropriate response.

By 4 pm James has passed out drunk in one of the lounge chairs. Two hours before Mr. and Mrs. Potts will be home.

Violet eyes her brother.

“James.” She pokes him. “James.” The second poke is a little harder. “Jamie.”

He hates that nickname. This time she shakes him and receives nothing back but a snore.

Violet snorts derisively.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t start wearing bikinis until now,” she comments. “How could he have handled it without the booze?” She rolls her eyes again.

I shrug, treading water in the pool. I’d spent most of the afternoon there, hiding on my on-again, off-again erection.“It’s hard seeing your little sister grow up.”

“You don’t seem to mind.”

“I’m not actually your brother.”

“Oh, I know,” she murmurs thoughtfully, half under her breath.

My cock twitches. Obviously, she knows I’m not her brother. She’d been screaming my name while fucking her own ass a few nights ago.

“Hey, can I show you something? It’s for my party on Saturday.”

“Yeah, sure,” I say.

Violet hops up from her lounge chair, breasts bobbling and threatening to spill out of her bikini, as usual. I’m almost getting used to the sight, although I never stop hoping that they’ll fulfill their teasing promise.

“It’s in my room, come on.”

“Can’t you bring it out here?”

“Nope.”

“Aw, come on Violet.”