Summer Gets Interesting

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Jack waved goodbye, as his dad ran out the door, to get food and beer for the 4th of July party later that night. He turned and re-entered the hot-tub, sitting across from his now-step-sister. Her mother- now Jack's stepmom- was out with friends. She'd been married to Jack's dad for months now, but Jack had been busy with work, and hadn't even met his step sister until she'd come home from college. Jack wasn't sure how he felt about his step sister- she was nice enough, seemed smart, and undeniably pretty... although that last thing is not something brothers are supposed to notice about their sisters, so he never mentioned it.

There was an awkward silence between them- siblings are supposed to be the closest people in your life, but when you get a new sister at age 30, you don't exactly feel too close, at least not right away. "So..." he started, trying to fill the gap, "How's school going?"
 
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Meredith had her eyes closed, just relaxing against the jets when her step-brother reentered the pool. She'd been tanning earlier and so she had decided to be brave and wear the bikini in front of her step-dad and step-brother, something she hadn't had the guts to do before. It felt weird showing that much skin to relatives that hadn't grown up with her, but now she was getting cold feet. Sure, she wanted a flawless tan for the 4th of July party, but hanging around her older brother in a bikini she often used to flaunt her curves... was weird. Not to mention, this was the first she'd met Jack, and he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes.

His question actually surprises her, so when she opens her eyes her mouth opens too, but she doesn't have anything to say immediately. "Oh, it's, y'know..." she covered awkwardly. In an attempt to make herself seem a little less airheaded than she thought she'd come off, Meredith sat up straighter, until the water level fizzled pleasantly below her shoulder height, instead of around her neck. "I like the idea of being done and all, but it hasn't really sunk in yet that I'm not going back. The friends I have, I don't think I'll see any of them again, not any time soon." It was easier to concentrate on missing her friends and try to ignore the way the bubbles tickled the exposed tops of her breasts. "I should feel triumphant or something, but I don't really."
 
"Yeah," Jack responded, feeling a little light-headed from the booze he'd been drinking before the party, "I remember that feeling, not quite knowing what's coming next. But you're a smart girl, you'll do great things. Anyway, congratulations on graduating!" He patted her knee, under the water, then remembered he was touching his sister's naked flesh, as she was dressed in her skimpy bikini.

His eyes, relaxed as they were, naturally followed her curves, sloping from her neck, down her slender shoulders and breasts. He tried not to make it too obvious that he was observing her fantastic figure, and tried to relax a bit. As he sat and relaxed, he felt his lower leg brush hers, and stay there.
 
"Thanks," Merry replied, gushing a little at his praise. Sure, they didn't know each other that well, but it was still nice to hear his opinion of her. She jumped a little when he touched her knee, it was unexpected, and she hoped he didn't notice. When his leg gently brushed hers she decided to see where this was heading. They should be comfortable enough to sit next to each other, right? Even if they were wearing swimsuits.

With her step-father gone to the store and her mother out, Meredith realized that she was alone with her step-brother for the first time, and wondered how to ask him about himself without sounding like a total idiot. She didn't even know if he was married or not. "Um, Jack? I feel like I know nothing about you, but I don't really know how to fix that. I'd feel awkward just asking you random questions." Her face was unsure, and her frown was only growing. "Do you even, um... I guess I shouldn't judge... do you have a significant other of some kind?"
 
It was odd, the way she asked, but he found her nervousness cute. "No, I'm single. There was this one girl, she..." he trailed off- Meredith didn't need to know all about that. "Yeah, single. How about you? Pretty girl like you must be swarming with guys...!" He nudged her arm playfully.
 
Sounded like there was a story there, maybe for another day, once they knew each other better. She was about to reply to his question when he teased her. Color flooded Meredith's face and she bit her lip cutely. "Hey, I was working my ass off to graduate with honors, I'll have you know," she replied with mock indignation. "Swarming guys weren't really on my radar. Besides, any of them would be at school, not here. I think my closest friend is at least a two hour drive." But she nudged his arm back, in the spirit of play.
 
Jack felt a twinge of excitement shoot through him. Man, she looked cute when she held her lip like that! He noticed her blush a little, and he blushed, too- a guy's not supposed to think about his sister this way. She wasn't really his sister, but still...

"You'll find friends around here, I'm sure." He remembered how hard it was once all his friends from school had moved away, but over time he managed to make connections again. He touched her knee again, intending to be comforting, and held it there. He felt that twinge of excitement again, being next to a cute girl. Relaxed from the beer and bubbles, he allowed his eyes to wander again along her body. He felt a mild stirring in his pants...

"Hey, you want another beer?" he said, trying to find any reason to excuse himself, and trying to hide the embarrassed nervousness in his voice.
 
Heat had flooded Meredith's body, and not entirely from the pool. She wanted to listen, to talk and joke with Jack--her brother she firmly reminded herself--but it was distracting. Sometimes his eyes weren't looking at her quite in focus. "Yeah," she murmured, shrugging noncommittally and making her boobs jiggle in the rather open white bikini cups.

She was trying to rationally decide what it was he was thinking about when his hand touched her knee and she knew instantly when he didn't remove it. Heck, if he weren't her brother she probably would've kissed him by now, if not jumped in his lap for some closer... Stop it! She focused again and saw that this time he was definitely checking her out, it was too obvious to write off as anything else. And, contrary to what she knew she was supposed to feel, it gave her a little thrill that sent butterflies bouncing around her stomach.

Beer. She blinked and quickly looked away, lying her head back down and closing her eyes like she had done earlier. "That'd be great, though I should probably slow down. It's going straight to my head." Did she mean to tell him that? Well, given the way she was eagerly imagining it was his hands caressing her body instead of the warm water, yeah, she probably did! Hopefully he wouldn't pick up on how much of a slut she was. She just needed to watch what she said, that's all.
 
With her eyes closed, Jack felt more free to let his eyes roam her wet body. Again, his eyes followed the curve of her neck, sloping gently down to her breasts, which hung, round and plump, under her bikini top. He imagined tugging at the top string of her bikini, letting it fall into the water, and... He stopped himself, before he went too far with that thought.

"I know what you mean," he responded, "I'm definitely feeling the buzz... so is that a yes or a no?" he teased, smiling.
 
Something told Meredith that he was still looking at her, but she didn't want to open her eyes and find out; she had no idea what she would say if she caught him staring at her. So instead she tried to relax in the water, let the alcohol in her blood soothe her and lead her away from any of the nice things his tongue could be doing...

She laughed when he questioned her and finally raised her head. "Yeah, I'll have another."
 
"Alright," he smiled, "Coming up."

He returned quickly with the bottles. Climbing up the hot tub behind her, he caught a glimpse of her bikini cleavage from above, and it nearly distracted him enough to fall, but he made it into the water beside her.

"Cheers," he said, touching his bottle to hers, and looking into her eyes. Without thinking, he gave her a peck on the cheek, and felt the soft flesh on her leg once more. The beer really was making him feel a little bolder, and at ease.
 
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"Thanks," Meredith started, smiling and taking her bottle for a quick swig. When he'd climbed past her, out of the corner of her eye, was she imagining that he was hard? The cold beverage made her relax, and she belatedly lifted her bottle to clink with his as her smile returned.

She blinked in surprise when he kissed her cheek, almost at the same time as stroking her knee. She jumped lightly at the touch, not expecting it, making her breasts rise above the water level for a moment in all their C-cup glory. Uncertainty warred with embarrassment as she looked down at the water and even more abruptly back up, when she realized it could be construed as her looking down at his crotch. Her pale skin was already rosy with the heat of the pool, but her cheeks flushed further still. "Jack, I..." she whispered, not really wanting to say anything, but not really sure about staying silent either.
 
"I..." he spouted, wanting to fill the silence, but not sure what to say. He could see she was just about beet red after his kiss. "I'm sorry, if that's not welcome." He took his hand from her knee, and put it in front of his lap, trying to look casual as he covered his semi-boner, which was only encouraged by the sight of her breasts as they emerged from the water, covered only by thin fabric.
 
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"No, I, uh..." she stammered, trying to figure out how she answered that particular comment. "It's just... we're not supposed to, uh, react to each other... that way." Meredith's eyes sought her older step-brother's, begging him to understand what she meant. She searched for words for a moment, looking away from him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wreck things," she said at last, looking rather upset with herself for ruining the budding friendship the way she did.
 
He smiled, trying to ease her discomfort, and his own. "It's alright," he said, looking into her eyes. Suddenly, he realized the meaning of her words- "We're not supposed to react to each other that way." Did she feel the same urges about him, as he did about her? Then he thought about what she meant. Had she seen the... reaction... that he'd had in his swim trunks?

"You're right," he said, an edge of nervousness in his voice, "We're not supposed to be attracted to each other... I mean we're brother and sister... well, I mean, sort of... I mean, I guess it's not possible to control who you find attractive, but..." he fell silent, realizing he was rambling. He found that as he talked, his eyes rested on her lips. He felt the urge to press his lips against hers, but instead pressed the beer bottle against them, taking a sip. It didn't help him think any clearer, that was for sure, but it did help ease the stress in his mind. He set the bottle down behind her, stretching his arm behind her shoulders, but mindful not to touch her, as that seemed unwelcome.
 
Meredith grinned shakily, still uncomfortable even if Jack's words told her he understood. But he unintentionally rambled his way into giving her an opening. "Yeah, it's not like we're blood relatives or anything," she pointed out for both their sakes. "We're total strangers, or, well, we were." She followed his example of taking a swig from her beer bottle to keep herself from continuing. She was feeling a bit fuzzy, but she could hang on to one thought; Jack and she needed to get to know one another better, and then they wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

She sat staring out at the gorgeously sunny afternoon, ideas floating just out of reach. It took effort to muster them into something resembling order, so she never even noticed her step-brother stretch out an arm around her, at a distance at least. "Mum calls me Merry," she said at last, then giggled when she heard how random that sounded. "Sorry, I was trying to think of something you didn't know yet. Something... family related." She tried not to keep laughing at herself, but it wasn't exactly working, so she spoke a bit fast to cover it up. "I make pancakes for dinner and wear pajamas all day when I can get away with it." Was there anything else that she could spit out, anything that would make them seem more like family? "There. Now you know three things about me that you didn't know before." She glances his way before burying her face in her beer yet again. If he's closer to being family, shouldn't I stop wondering if he's as turned on as me?
 
He listened to her cute voice, which seemed to ramble as nervously as he had. "Three things, huh?" he said, taking another sip of beer, and trying to think of the first three things that popped into his head, and decided he'd compare her facts to himself "Well... I'm a huge Giants fan, I can cook a pretty mean steak, and I sleep in the nude when I can get away with it." He laughed at his last point, and as he did so, his toned arm naturally found its way around his step-sister's shoulders. He was feeling increasingly at-ease, and so he kept it there, and allowed his eyes to wander her body quickly, before settling on her eyes. He wondered what it would look like if she slept in the nude... he felt himself harden, under the water. He'd tried to hide the fact that he'd checked her out once again, but found it hard to stop his face from revealing his thoughts.
 
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Meredith laughed more easily this time, pleased that he went with her lame idea of sharing a few things about himself. She wasn't exactly fooled when his arm slid around her, but if she brought attention to it she would only embarrass them both further. Besides, what was this bikini for, if not showing off her curves?

"I hope you don't sleepwalk," she teased him, immediately shocked that she said it aloud. She hadn't intended to, but apparently her blood alcohol content made it hard to keep her thoughts to herself. She started to sip at her beer then glared at it instead and set it aside on the edge of the tub. "Maybe I'm done for now," she muttered, mostly to herself, but audibly. "Can't be totally wasted before the party even starts tonight, what would mom think?"
 
"Hah, lightweight!" he teased, laughing. Feeling more at ease minute by minute, he reached out, and with the hand not around her shoulder, playfully tickled her stomach. The sound of her laughter, and the feel of her bare, silky stomach filled him with pleasure, and without thinking, he found himself kissing her once more.
 
Merry was ready to tease right back, but squeaked instead, jerking away from his fingers as her elbow tried to block him from tickling her further. She had to twist away a little, but his lips brushed her cheek just as she moved, giggling and panting for breath, further away from him. "Cheap shot! I'm telling," she jeered, like she might if they were ten. She almost yelled something along the lines of 'nee ner nee ner neeee ner' but didn't think she was so drunk as to get away with all that.

"Bastard," she covered with instead. "And I was just starting to think my brother wasn't that bad, too," she panted. "Guess it's good you dissuaded me early on."
 
Her words confused him; he wasn't sure if it was the beer, or just the way she talked, but he wasn't sure if she enjoyed his slow advances or not. He did know he liked the playful relationship they were developing. He laughed along with her, allowing her to free herself, with a bit of struggle. "Oh, no, please don't tell," he mocked, "I'll do anything..."
 
"Even take a cold shower?" Meredith teased, rather accurately guessing that this playing had him worked up as much as it did her. Of course, there were ways to test that theory. She made a show of struggling away with excess force, only to let him yank her back so she stumbled and landed in his lap. The lump she landed on told her she was right; it also told her she was in way over her head.

In his lap, her brilliant plan fizzled. Sure, she knew he was turned on. He also had a close up view of just about anything he wanted, and her suit wasn't glued in place so tightly she trusted it to maintain what shreds of modesty she had left. Somewhere along the way, her plan had taken a drastic turn, she just couldn't decide if it was for better, or for worse.
 
"Fuck," he thought, sure she'd felt his reaction to her body. She stayed silent about it, so he remained clueless as to her reaction to it. He assumed she wouldn't think very positively of such a reaction from someone who was suppose to be her brother, but still, he couldn't stop the thoughts running through his head, driving his flirtatious behavior.

"Cold shower, eh?" he smirked, "Well, how about this, then...?" With that, he picked her up in his muscular arms and, despite her playful struggle, walked over to the pool with her, and jumped in, submerging them both before letting go. The shock of the cold water muted the buzz he had felt just a little, but once they both came up, and his eyes met hers, he knew it was more than the alcohol that drew him to her. He swam close, accidentally (or was it?) brushing her stomach with his hand. "You look really pretty in the moonlight..." he said softly, butterflies racing through his stomach. Suddenly, he found his lips on hers. He wasn't sure exactly how they got there- had he made the move, had she?- but as wrong as he knew it was, he didn't want to stop.
 
Meredith was trying to force a laugh at the awkward situation with her on his lap, only to get picked up like a featherweight and carried off. She shrieked as the relative cold of the pool hit her skin, submerging briefly and coming up sputtering. "You bastard..." she whispered, finding him a lot closer to her than she'd anticipated. His touch against her stomach made her gasp, and she involuntarily pushed herself closer to him as he complimented her.

He thinks I'm that pretty? her mind was asking as he bobbed closer and suddenly kissed her. This time Merry's gasp was cut off by his lips meeting hers, and even though she was surprised, the kiss sent lightning blazing through her body and she wanted more of it. Pushing off the pool floor she set herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, just perfectly so she landed the heat of her pussy against the lump of his cock. And boy was she hot... her pussy was radiating heat. She kissed him back open-mouthed, her tongue insisting upon entrance into his mouth. A tiny moan escaped her when their mouths weren't locked together, likely telling him just how turned on his step-sister was.
 
Jack found himself overcome by animal instincts, as his step-sister latched her horny body to him. As she held her legs around him, pressing his cock to her warm pussy, and he reflexively, slowly thrust his pelvis toward hers, sending ripples out along the water. They continued this barely-clothed makeout session for several minutes, until Jack heard his father's car door close. "FUCK!" he whispered angrily, his cock just about ready to burst. He reluctantly broke contact with Meredith, ran up the pool stairs, and grabbed the first thing he could that would hide his erection- a boogie board- and greeted his dad as he walked through the door.

"Hi dad," he said, trying desperately to hide his nervousness, "I was... eh... just about to go up to my room and change, for the party. I'll be out in a few." Before shooting through the back door, he secretively shot Meredith a look that suggested she would be welcome, if she wanted to join him in his room.

As soon as his dad was out of his sightline, Jack jogged upstairs, raging boner intact, and quickly into his room, closing but not locking the door. Without hesitation, he pulled down his wet trunks, and began stroking himself furiously. Whether Meredith got the hint or not (which he hoped she did), he needed relief.
 
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