by Kahlen Aymes
“You are such a hypocrite! Every guy I bring around or date you give the third degree to and insult left and right. Still you expect me to serve up my friend on a silver platter for you because you are having sorority girl withdrawals since your home for the summer.”
I would have cheered her on for hitting the nail on the head if she didn’t then turn her head so she was now looking at me for her second round.
“And you! I imagine you are just as bad panting after anything with tits. And let me point out, don’t think I don’t know it wasn’t you that paid for the limo driver to pick me up from the prom and bring me straight home!”
Shit.
I find my voice even though I wonder if the fury in those ice blue eyes of hers would look just the same in throws of passion, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and mimics the action with one leg over the other swinging her cute hot pink toes to and fro.
“You ruined all the plans I had with my date and my friends for the rest of that night. I found myself at home by ten-thirty!”
I keep my voice low, hoping it will help keep her attention away from my lap. God what sparring with her does to me.
“The prom was over; it was time to for you to come home.”
She quirked a perfectly arched dark eyebrow up at me and fumed, “The limo driver made sure I was the first one in the car. Once I was in he closed the door, locked it, and got in and drove away. He left my date there on the curb of the hotel!”
Levi at the end of the chair laughed at the memory before adding his own two cents between gasps of breaths, “Ease up Prue, Wren paid for another vehicle to come and get your date.”
“Really? An ice cream truck came and picked him up, Levi. Anthony said they entire way home it played its infuriating song. That self-satisfying jerk of a driver stated the switch was broken and stuck in the on position.”
At that moment, I joined Levi in laughing. That little prick Anthony who wasn’t worthy of being in Prue’s presence let alone with her on his arm, made the colossal mistake of telling anyone that would listen, including Levi and myself, how he fully intended to bed Prue after prom.
What kind of idiot does that? Especially to the girl’s brother and the guy who wants to...I mean, brother’s best friend?
However the more I laughed the more I felt her glare.
Sobering up I sat up straight an aligned our gazes so she would know just how truthful my following words would be. “Trust me, little Anthony’s outcome of a ride in an ice cream truck was much easier on him than what our original plan for him was.”
“Do I dare even ask?” she questions in an almost whisper.
Levi was the one to answer this time, “It was all I could do to keep Wren here from rearranging his facial features. Like he said, Tony got off easy.”
Moreover, he got off not on you.
Those amazing blue pools of hers continued to search my soul, right then and there.
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at her.
But before I could hold onto the moment, it was gone and Prue turned her attention back to her brother.
“I think you have it backwards. He was probably the one who had to hold you back Lev.”
Levi laughed again before draining his bottle. He stood, leaned down to pick up Prue’s discarded one and walked past the chairs heading back inside. All the while talking over his shoulder, “Semantics; Wren is just as much your big brother as I am.” Well if that wasn’t the biggest lie I’d ever heard! Trust me Levi, if you were in my fantasies you would see the last thing I feel for Prue is driven, from brotherly love. “And no more drinking; Mom and Dad will kick my ass if they catch you with beer.”
“Good thing they are gone for the weekend then huh?” she yells to his retreating figure.
I’m pulled out of my own thought as I feel a hand on my knee, and once again I’m drawn to the perfection of her face.
God, what I want to do to this woman.
“Is that true?”
Fuck No! I want you so fucking bad what I have thoughts about doing to you should be illegal.
However, before I can answer, the moment is ruined.
Prue’s name is called out, and soon Emma, her best friend, is on the deck and her attention and hand are no longer on me.
I stand up, removing myself from the female chatter and notice, Emma quickly helps herself to my seat. My absence isn’t even questioned. I meander my way back into the house, yet halt at the glass slider watching the girls
God I’m fucked!
III
I feel like a leper as I stand here watching the two girls, who are both down to bikinis, lounge on the chairs. Neither one of them is aware of me, yet if they were I can’t imagine they would care or notice.
In looks, they are as different as can be, yet each is a mark of beauty.
Where Prue is creamy skinned, Emma is similar to mocha. Prue’s eyes remind me of glaciers, Emma’s are as rich and dark as chocolate. Prue’s body is petite and curvy; Emma’s is tall and athletic; powerful and strong yet with a touch of curves.
Before I can tick off another difference of the two beauties, I’m joined by my friend, who sees nothing wrong with leering at Prue’s guest.
“Damn! The fun I plan on having with that girl. I wonder if she tastes like coffee?”
I snort, shaking my head before I push him by the shoulder. I then notice he’s changed into bright red swim shorts.
“I take it we are hanging around?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely! Go grab a pair of shorts. I’ve called a couple of people over. We’ll grab some steaks, burgers and beer, and have a little celebration in honor of Prue’s birthday.”
Before I can agree or disagree, Levi saunters out, jumps in the pool, splashing both girls unaware. I begin to walk away laughing as I listen to the screaming and reprimanding that is aimed at my best friend.
Fuck! A whole day around Prue in that tiny as fuck bikini and a big fat “can’t touch” sign across her chest. Maybe my balls will just shrivel up and I’ll be able to get through the next ten hours.
Got a better chance of seeing God, asshole. Fuck!
***
Forty-five minutes later, music is blaring, there are bodies everywhere. The pool is filled. The grill is smoking, and I’m trying my hardest not to stare at the goddess holding court at the moment on the deck.
I’m hanging with Levi and a couple of our other friends in the shallow end of the in-ground pool. Beer buckets are on floats, I’ve got a cold one in my hand, my aviators in place and a continuing mantra of don’t stare on repeat in my head.
“...so I bring the twins back to my dorm, kick my roommate out and I spend the next two hours living a dirty sex filled spearmint gum commercial,” Levi boasts.
The other guys’ laughter brings me back around to where I am.
“Hey Wren, not impressed with another telling of Levi’s conquests or waiting for the punch line?” one of our friends asks.
I find myself with all eyes on me. Normally such an occurrence would not bother me from our group. However, I know I’m treading on severely thin ice. Before I can answer the question, Levi does it for me.
“I think Wren is too focused on the chicks on the deck wondering if his pecker still works. What’s it been, like a year, since you’ve banged a girl? What the fuck are you waiting for?” His best friend asks. The roar of laughter at this draws attention from many other people at the party including a certain brunette.
Trust me fellas, my dick is working just fine, especially when I’m looking at her.
Instead I say, “Sorry we can’t all be a man-whore who’s playing Russian roulette with gonorrhea,” before settling further into the water while tipping my beer to my lips and taking a long pull.
Another hoot of laughter rings out, even Levi joins in, completely comfortable with his game and being called out on it.
Our circle breaks and I’m now with a
n unobstructed view of the group of twelve girls, ranging from eighteen to twenty-one, drinking and dancing to the music coming from the speakers. Bodies are swaying and shimmying in time with the beat. Bikinis and crop-tops are the dress code and fun is the intention.
However, I only have eyes for one. I find myself licking my lips as I watch her tip her head back allowing that thick mane of chestnut hair to brush the top of her delicious ass. She raises her arms up towards the sky making her triangle covered top ride up just enough to show a smidge of the soft underside of her breasts. Two tiny pointy tips push against the offending blue fabric. The way her hips are moving makes me wonder if she learned it or it is just a natural born talent. Then, just as I’m comfortable enough to drink her sight in, she turns her head a little, looks in our directions and gives a little smile as her top teeth press down on the delectable bottom lip.
Fuck!
“So who is it, Wren?” I’m asked. Snickers and guesses follow, accompanied by opinions and challenges.
But, I hear none, instead I’m still watching, what I consider, my own private dance.
The peanut gallery disperses, leaving me and Levi alone; both drinking our beer while focused on the group that is grinding to the beat on the deck.
“Damn! That Emma, wonder if she likes doggie style?”
I carefully try not to spit my beer out.
“Jesus Lev, could you get any cruder?” I chuckle, thinking back to Prue’s earlier allegation.
Levi answers with an award-winning smile and a quick retort of, “You know most girls are just looking for a guy to give them the okay to get down and dirty. And I certainly want to get dirty with her.”
I splash him to quit his verbal description, which quickly turns into an aggressive yet fun completely masculine wrestling match. Both of us end it gasping for breath, pushing off the other as we wade our way through the water and out of the pool.
To my surprised, I’m greeted with a waiting towel and a gorgeous smile.
“I’d say it was a draw, though don’t you think you two are a little too old to be wrestling?” She asks me.
Has her voice always been so husky and sexy?
I take the plush towel; quickly rub it over my head, drying my hair before lazily drying off my torso. “You’re never too old to play fight. However, I will admit it is much more fun when it’s a female I’m pawing at in the water rather than your gangly brother.” I finish drying off myself, and then throw the now damp towel around my neck so its ends drape over my shoulders.
She cocks her head to the side as she digests what I just said, and I find myself stuck in mental limbo waiting for whatever sliver of conversation and interaction she will grant me.
“Well, I’m sure if you look around hard enough, there are plenty of willing females around here that would be more than happy to go a round or two with you in or out of the pool.”
I can’t hide, nor do I want to, the smile that falls over my face.
Could she get any more beautiful?
“You think so?”
Her own smile grows across those luscious lips, and she answers, “I know so.”
My dreams become closer to reality as she takes a step closer to me, so that very little space is between us and she places her palm on my bare chest. I look down into her face, and so badly want to break the small distance and finally know her taste when she winks and then pushes.
Whether it was being caught off guard by her proximity, being too willing to fall under her spell, or a combination, when I hit the water I was in the most non-sexual euphoria.
When I surface, now sopping wet towel still draped over one of my shoulders, I look around to find Prue standing where we both were only moments ago with a victorious look. With her hands on hips, her mirth is etched all over her face.
Now I’m standing upright, about eighteen inches away from the edge of the pool, and only another four or six inches from her bare feet; easy within my arms reach. The water reaches my waist, and the towel is floating under the surface, forgotten.
“Think you’re funny, do you Miss Maynard?”
Prue can’t control her laughter, between giggles, she nods her head in affirmation.
Her laughter is infectious. I strike. Grabbing her ankle, the surprise movement catching her off guard, I tug. I catch her easily enough as she hits the water. Within a nanosecond she is in my arms as I hold her bridal-style. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her breasts are pressed against my chest.
I’m in fucking heaven. Wet heaven.
“Please Wren! Please!” she begs but still with humor lacing her voice.
We have ourselves an audience now; some demanding I dunk her, others pleading Prue’s case and for me to go easy on the birthday girl.
I wade further into deeper water, all the while her grip on me tightens and I want to close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling. However, I push on. Soon I’m treading water and both our shoulders are submerged. I’m no longer listening to the hoots and hollers going on around us, instead I’m listening to the gentle pleas of the woman in my arms and I’m loving it.
“Okay Wren, you’ve had your fun, please let me go.”
“Never,” I hear myself whisper.
Her baby blues lock with mine. She’s biting that bottom lip again and I want so much to replace her teeth with mine.
“Please,” is barely heard from her lips.
That one word could mean so much. God, how much I really want that one word to mean, but I come back to myself and I look one more moment into those gorgeous eyes and then I do the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I let go.
Her body begins to tread water, yet she remains directly in front of me. She searches my face before briefly smiling then swimming towards the edge and climbing out.
I dunk under the water, praying I drown.
I can’t even seem to be able to count on myself any longer. My body betrays me for what seems like the hundredth time today, as I swim towards the shallower section before hoisting myself out of the pool once more. My eyes search for that blue bikini but it isn’t anywhere to be seen.
I find myself another dry towel, repeat the actions of drying myself off as my best friend finds me.
“Do I need to go all big-brother on you? You seemed to be enjoying having your hands full of my sister there a few moments ago Wren?”
Instead of retorting inappropriately with some off color remark, I find myself instead struck somber.
His face is spread wide with a teasing smile, and the fact the smell of beer is easily rolling off of Levi in waves, I know his accusation is all in good fun, but it brings back full circle of why I need to control my thoughts in regards to Prue.
She can never be anything but off limits to my treacherous, sexually lecherous, mind and I.
She is his little sister, and I am nothing but cock-blocked.
To show that I am nothing but being honest, I snap the now damp towel at his exposed chest, grab the beer out of his hand, empty its contents into my own mouth and smirk, “You know me, nothing but aggravating your sister for entertainment value!”
I sling my arm around his neck as I steer my soon-to-be sloshed friend towards our friends, who are quickly on their way to completely inebriated.
If you can’t beat them, join them.
So, I grab myself a beer, tear the cap off, and down it hoping the bombed outcome I’m going for will help to keep me and my dick away from the one girl who always seems to be close by but undoubtedly completely out of my reach.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!
IV
The clock is closing in on midnight, and while quite a few people have taken off, Prue’s birthday celebration is still going on.
Since my exit from the pool all those hours ago, the atmosphere has gone from rowdy drinking spring break type of party to a more we-are-all-sloshed and mellow bon fire gathering.
Off to my right the underwater blue lights of the pool give a surreal glow to the few bodi
es that are still lingering in the pool. A few lounge chairs off in the corner of the deck are filled with wantonly and unabashed couples in multiple different states of doing the deed. Others are in the house doing whatever and to whomever.
Me, I’m here at the brick fire pit sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs enjoying my lost-track-of-which-number of beer in my hand, alone. The five empty chairs that encircle the pit have been empty for at least thirty minutes.
Whether it’s all the beer surging through my system or my mind is finally victorious over the raging battle my libido is trying to win, I can honestly say I lost track of Prue at least an hour ago.
Levi too has disappeared, but then again, he was so cocked off his ass, he might of just passed out somewhere too.
Doesn’t seem like a completely bad idea to me either in this moment.
I’m just about to commit to the idea of heading back home when, the seat to my immediate left is filled.
I focus on the battling flickers of orange and red licking the logs inside the fire ring rather than the smell of coconut that is now invading my senses.
“You are out here all alone,” she exclaims, breaking the quiet spell this fire and me had going.
“Can’t get anything past you now can we?” I answer, still focusing on the flames.
“We?” she asks so quietly I want to act as if I missed it.
“We as in your brother and I or at the least me and my friend, this beer,” I indicate the bottle that I’m currently twirling on the large arm rest of the wooden chair I’m sitting in.
She doesn’t respond to that, and I think if I had only left moments ago, I could avoid having to be a dick to her.
Prue moves her foot so it is now resting on the seat of her chair, which makes me finally look towards her. She is no longer in her bikini but now in a pair of indecently short white cutoff shorts and a blue hoodie sweatshirt with some nautical slogan over her chest. Even her adorable cute toes are now covered in white tennis shoes.
She looks like she is just about to step onto some sailboat for God sake.
