She dipped her head and looked at her own bust, “Yeah, look how my nipples are hard. It must be because of the wet shirt.”
“It doesn’t look wet” I observed.
Farah put a hand over the rise of her left breast and pinched the nub, “Your right, it isn’t.” She took the bottle of beer and rolled it across one breast then the second. The heavy, cold condensation clinging to the glass soaked the shirt over her nipples. When she was done, she had a wet spot at the end of each breast, her nipples stood rigid against the chilled wet cloth.
“Now how do I look?”
I looked her over from hair to feet. My gaze brushed across her tanned skin, her short blonde hair was disheveled from the hard play at the party. Her light blue eyes were sparkling with mischief, a half smile rested on her full lips as my eyes roamed over her 5’2” body. The material of the shirt had turned transparent where the water drops from where the bottle made it wet. Her breasts jutted like twin peaks from the flat plains of her stomach. She was lying on her side facing me, one leg raised at the knee over the other. She looked incredibly sexy.
“You look hot.”
“Not since the sun went down.”
“Not that way hot. Sexy, like you should get laid.”
“Well, that’s not gonna happen. You got further with Susan than I got with Sam. He disappointed me; I thought he would make a pass but he wimped.”
“Susan didn’t wimp, but you came up at the wrong time, we were getting somewhere.”
“Come on Ross, you didn’t have time to screw her unless you’re a one minute, get in, get off prick. If you are, I did her a favor.”
“I can keep it up for hours!”
She just smirked, “Yeah, right. That’s any girl’s dream, to find some guy that can fuck like that.”
I stood up; the object of our conversation had risen to about half rigid, creating a distinct outline in my loose trunks. Farah glanced at my groin then back up to my eyes, “Are you any good with that?”
I didn’t answer her. I turned and jumped into the pool and splashed to the shallow end. I heard my sister dive in behind me and when I turned I could see her coming toward me under the surface. She popped up directly in front of me laughing. I looked down on her and said “Take the shirt and bottoms off.”
She stepped back and searched my face quickly then said “You want me to get naked?”
“Yeah, let’s swim ‘au naturale.”
“I don’t know if I can do that” she countered.
“Why not, it’s not like you have secrets, I can see your boobs right through the shirt, I’ve seen your pubic hair poking out around the legs of your panties lots of times. I promise not to stare.”
“You have to promise not to touch too.”
“Come on, gimme a break, I’m your brother.” She was hesitating so I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my trunks and pulled them down and off then tossed them to the side of the pool where they landed with a loud splat.
Farah looked me up and down then held her arms straight up, over her head, “It’s wet, pull it off.” I grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up her body and over her arms. She grabbed it from me then waded to the edge of the pool and took off the briefs. She piled her stuff next to my trunks then dove back under the water and swam to the deep end where she hooked her arms on the edge of the pool. I back floated to her and held myself in place with an arm on the deck.
We hung on the side of the pool face to face talking. I kept stealing glances at her beautiful bared breasts while we gossiped about the others at the party. I couldn’t see her lower half clearly through the rippling water but it looked like she didn’t have any pubic hair. I felt a tingle in my nuts.
After a few moments of watching me appreciate her body Farah grinned and asked “Are you enjoying the view?”
“It’s pretty nice; what did you do down there? Are you shaved?”
My sister blushed, “There were a lot of guys here today, I didn’t want them staring at any curly stuff between my legs just like you said you could see sometimes. I trimmed myself a little.”
“I don’t see any pubes.”
Her cheeks turned redder, “I’m blonde, they’re almost invisible in the water.”
The blush faded and her smile got wider, “Get out of the water.”
“Huh?”
She patted her hand on the poolside deck, “Come on, get out, it’s my turn to check you out”.
I climbed from the pool and stood directly over Farah. She reached up to me so I grabbed her arms and helped her out of the water. As I pulled her up her eyes were fixed on my body, moving over me as I lifted her. I’m several inches taller than my sister and outweigh her by at least 50 pounds. She is very petite, maybe a hundred five pounds and a lot of that was in her well-formed breasts and round butt. My weight is across my shoulders and chest. I’m not a steroid gulping muscle freak, but I’m ripped from playing sports.
My diminutive sister stepped back from me, water running in rivulets from her nudity as she looked me over. The creamy skin of her body covered by the bikini contrasted with her light tan, drawing my eyes to those parts of her anatomy normally hidden by the swim suit. The slit between her legs was a magnet for my eyes.
I was taking her in from legs to face while her eyes roamed over me then settled on my cock. As she looked, I felt the familiar feeling of it swelling with blood, growing, pointing toward the fresh naked female standing just inches from it. I flushed with embarrassment and started to turn away but Farah put a hand on my arm and held me still, “No, wait, I want to see this.”
What the hell, if she wanted to see my erection, I decided to give her a show. It was pretty much full sized when I gripped it in my fingers and pulled the foreskin back to reveal the full length of it, the mushroomed head swollen and blue. I held it high to give her a view of my balls.
My sister colored an attractive shade of Mary Kay then said “That looks like it would hurt unless a girl could get used to it.”
“Not all girls are as small as you; Susan doesn’t have a problem with it.”
“I never had one that …” she hesitated, “…sized before.” I noticed she was careful not to say ‘big’. She grabbed what was left of her beer and went into the house. As I watched her tight ass sway, I got the impression she was teasing me as she moved; she knew exactly what I was watching and put a little more swing in her stride. With an unintentional feminine provocation, she was taunting my senses, putting on a show. I thought to myself that she could have this one if she wanted.
I went to bed. The erection my sister caused refused to die so I had a tent over my waist as I slowly stroked it. My lust laden cock was heavy with desire, my nuts tight and solid between my legs. I had brewed up a strong yearning for Susan but it was the vision of Farah’s body that flooded my balls with hormones. She was just a few feet from me in her own bed; and most likely, nude. I’d never seriously thought of Farah as a sex partner before but I had a hard time getting her out of my oversexed mind until I drifted to sleep.
An odd sound woke me up. I looked at the bedside clock and the dull red numbers told me it was 1:06 AM. I heard it again. It was coming from the back of the house. I struggled out of bed and looked into the dark yard. The underwater pool lights were turned up only enough to chase away the shadows on the bottom of the pool. Farah was slicing through the water, swimming toward one end, her silhouette against the dimly lit background showed that she was still naked. A surge of energy forced my eyes wide open and sent another thrill tickling across my stomach. I opened the window and called down, “What the hell are you doing out there?”