My Sister's Boyfriend [closed]

[Sexual_Muse]

"Alright sweetie. See you then. I love you." Hearing her mother's sing-song like voice meant only one thing. She had just gotten off the phone with Natania's older sister Cordelia. "Guess who I just got off the phone with." Lora beamed all but dancing around the kitchen.

Your sister. Nat mouthed as her mother said the words.

"She called to say that she and Jacob are coming for this week."

At the sound of his name Nat's heart jump in her chest followed quickly by the never ending anger she felt towards her sister.

"You know if you learned how to dress right, wore a little make up and styled your hair you might be able to find yourself a man as good as Jacob."

Nat had heard it all before and tuned her mother out as she made herself a large breakfast. Cordi was the perfect sister whole Nat, in her mother's eyes had somethings she could work on.

"You know how fattening bacon is?" Her mother side tracked seeing her daughter pull the bacon out of the fridge.

"Yup." Was Nat's bland answer as she continued to ignore her mother. Grabbing the cheese, potatoes, ham and sausage just to prod at her mother. Nat was a lot like her father in the sense that she could eat anything in any amount and gain no weight. For a few years there her mother had convinced herself that Nat could eat that much as stay that slim because she was doing drugs or had a eating disorder. It had lead to numerous fights and all of them had been ugly.

"Why can't you be more like your sister?" Her mother asked for the millionth time.

So annoyed with that question Nat almost snapped at her mother the mental list that clearly pointed out the differences between the two sisters. "Because you can only be gifted with one perfect child mother." She said instead in a tired voice. This early in the morning Cordi would have already be show ready with painted on jeans, a low cut top, make up and styled hair. Not still in her mighty morphing power rangers pajama pants, complete with a soft blue sports bra and ribbed classic white tank top. The only prettying up she had done was to bush her teeth, wash her face and comb her hair into a messy bun.

It was the perfect time for her dad to walk in. "Ohh, what's for breakfast?"

"Everything but the kitchen sink omelets, hash browns and pancakes." Nat answered pushing the ingredients to make banana pancakes at her dad. "Where's Riddick?" Her dad had taken a quick liking to her cane-corso puppy and had started to take him on his morning runs. Her mother on the other hand hated him. Again it was a case of her mother being convinced about something that didn't even exist, like Riddick eating her pom terrier Diamond.

"Playing with Di in the front room." Karl winked at his daughter.

"Oh no he isn't!" Huffed Lora racing from the kitchen to save her dog that was already dwarfed by the four month old puppy.

Father and daughter watched as Lora left the kitchen and they shared a smile before Nat spoke. "So where is he really?"

"In the backyard." Karl chuckled mixing the dry ingredients in one bowl as the wet sat in another. "Heard your sister called."

Nat looked up from the sizzling bacon confusion on her face. "But mom just-"

"She called me on my run and I listened to the voice mail." Things were silent in the kitchen until her father spoke up again. "You think the two of you can get along this time?"

He was talking about the last time Cordi had came home and the fight the two had gotten into. Nat felt like it wasn't her fault, that she hadn't started it but since she had a part in participating she had equal blame in the fight. Despite the fact that it was Christmas the two sisters were at ends with each other until Cordi left.

"I can only promise that I can try."

Her father pegged her with a hard look before sighing. "If that is all I can ask."

"Tania! Move that god awful truck out of the driveway!" Her mother yelled from some part of the house. That had been another fight between mother and daughter, that Nat had spent her car money buy the dodge 1500 truck that she wanted had infuriated her. "What did I say about parking it in the driveway. It'll leak oil everywhere." Which wasn't true as the truck was brand new.

"Yes mother." Nat sighed nodding to her dad to watch the bacon. This year she wasn't riding along with her parents to the lake house but driving and had moved her truck from the bottom detached garage to the driveway to the front where she could load her truck with everything she would need for the coming week. But before she did as her mother demanded she opened the back door and allowed Riddick to follow her through the house and out the front door. "Come on killer." She whistled as she pasted her mother.

 

[saedo]

"Are you sure you want me to go?" I inquired as I hefted my girlfriend's luggage into the trunk.

"Grammy only turns 90 once. Besides, she asked about you when I called. I didn't want to disappoint her by saying you couldn't be there for her birthday," Cordelia replied.

I shrugged, resigning myself to my fate. I got along fine with most of Cordelia's family. My slight reticence stemmed mostly from my aversion to Lora, Cordelia's mother. Lora's approach to child-rearing bore considerable similarity to how a great artist might approach a potential masterpiece - considerable drawing, erasing, and redrawing in an attempt to get it just right. This perfectionist streak manifested itself in subtle nagging. According to Cordelia, she'd endured her mother's quiet "encouragement" her entire life.

Unfortunately, my involvement with Cordelia was source of some consternation for Lora. She very much felt she was overdue for holding her first grandchild. That meant Cordelia was running behind on getting married and pregnant. Lora suspected that I was the reason why her hopes had not yet come to fruition. Consequently, Lora regarded me rather coolly whenever I was around.

The truth was that Cordelia had far more to do with the situation than me. Though we'd been dating for years, she wasn't ready to "settle down" into marriage. And despite having been on the pill since we started dating, she steadfastly insisted I wear a condom for all our dalliances. Much as it might amuse me to see my lanky blonde cheerleader with a burgeoning belly, the chances of her getting knocked up were virtually nill.

"Well, it'll be good to see the rest of your family," I mused. That part was generally true. I'd first met the family through Karl. I'd done a college internship with the company that had led into my first job that had lead to a couple promotions and eventually an operations manager position at the Springfield location. Throughout the process, Karl had been a friend and mentor to me.

Karl also had a slightly more worldly view about my relationship with his daughter than his wife. I think on some level, he shared Lora's desire for grandchildren, but he seemed to recognize that Cordelia not yet a mother before her mid-twenties was hardly the end of the world. I also got the impression that he considered me a vast improvement over the array of lesser boyfriends that had preceded me. As such, our unmarried status didn't seem to unsettle him as it did Lora.

"Come to think of it," I continued, "it's been years since I last saw Nat. Gosh, she must be all grown up now."

"Certainly thinks she is," muttered Cordelia. "Hand me that last bag."

I hadn't been back to Cordelia's home since I moved to Springfield. Cordelia had always contended that it'd only stir her mother up to have me present. I recognized my absence freed Cordelia up to lay the blame for her unmarried, childless state at my feet instead of her own; however, avoiding a tense weekend with her mother seemed a small price to pay. Besides, I saw Karl every month or so at company events.

The one casualty was Natania, Cordelia's younger sister. I'd last seen her when she was just beginning high school, though I could have almost mistaken her small, unformed frame for a preteen girl. I'd been rather fond of Nat, but I'd lost all contact after the move.

I'd found it slightly curious that Cordelia made regular visits home, but not once did Nat come visit her. There was clearly some tension between them; I presumed it to be something more serious than generic sibling rivalry. But whenever I tried to delve into the situation, Cordelia always diverted the conversation elsewhere. Perhaps now I'd finally get the insight I'd been lacking.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

"Hey Kiddo." Karl knocked on the half opened door that separated his daughter's room from the hallway. "Change of plans."

That it was my father coming up her to tell me that there was a changed of plans meant that my mother was upset over something and it was more then likely my fault. "What's up?"

"Mom wants to take the Boxster so we need to move all the lake stuff from my truck to yours."

"We?" I asked with a slight raise of my eyebrow.

"Less time that mom can nag at us."

I nodded seeing the logic in his proposal. "Okay just let me finish with this bag." For a girl I packed light and everything that I would need for the week long lake trip easily fit in one medium-large suitcase and a backpack. "And done." I shoved a blank mix media journal in the backpack and threw it over my shoulder as I followed my dad out to the trucks that were parked along side each other. Outside I whistled for Riddick knowing that he was somewhere in the yard. I heard the clinking of the tags on his collar before I saw him running across the green grass, his floppy ears bouncing with his that puppy like lope. A pat and a good boy and Riddick found a spot under my truck, spinning a few times to make sure that he had the right sot before settling down to nap.

With the two of us working together it didn't take as much time as I would have expected with all the bags that my mother felt was necessary for a six day adventure. "She knows were only going to be gone for a few days right?" I asked my dad lifting the fifth and last bag into the bed of my truck. "And unless things have changed doesn't the cabin have a washer and dryer?" I asked already knowing the answer wanting to point out how ridiculous it was to pack so much for such a little trip.

"You know your mother." He sighed and like magic, black magic, there my mother was dressed in a fitted sundress and heels.

"Is that what you're wearing?" The question was undoubtedly directed at me as my mom did the slow head to toe glance of unapproved.

I looked down at myself not quite sure what was wrong with what I was wearing. The bandeau top was stretchy but soft and had enough room in the elastic bands that they not only covered all of my chest but held them close to my body. True the top was cropped short and showed off my toned midsection, tiny waist and newly pierced bellybutton ring but the sheer black tank top that I wore over my bandeau top covered enough to make it outfit acceptable in my opinion. Sure the short shorts could have been the problem but as it was my own mother who bought them for me a few years ago I didn't think that was it. It seemed like since my breasts had come in at a full 28HH my mother had some kind of problem with what I was wearing.

"I guess I'll go change?" I phased it like a question knowing that was what she wanted to hear but not at all what I wanted to do.

"Honey leave her alone, she looks fine. It's only the lake." Karl tried to defend his youngest daughter but Lora simply ignored him.

"Yes please. I laid something out for you on your bed."

I wanted to roll my eyes but knew better. If she didn't get what she wanted she would nag me until I did. This was not a battle worth fighting so into the house I marched, obedient to my mother's wishes. That was until I saw what she had laid out. "I'm not wearing that." The sundress was an awful pastel green with large floral print in bright pinks, purples and whites. Just the sight of it made me want to gag and brought up memories of prior times when her mother had tried to change her from a tomboy to Cordi. As I turned to my closet I almost missed the matching heels in that same sidewalk chalk green. "Nope." I told the outfit grabbing the towel that hung on the back of my door to hide the dress from view.

Compromising with mom was often dangerous and ended in fights and hurt feelings but there was no way I was wearing that thing hidden under the towel. "I guess I could wear this..." It was another one of those things that she had bough for me but I had never worn. A soft pink cotton dress that looked like it would flow nicely and not be too hot. Even better I had a matching-ish swimsuit that I could wear underneath it. I tried the dress on and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw in the mirror. The dress had been bough when my chest had been smaller and would have been hidden in the looseness of the dress but now with the way that it clung to my chest accentuated the curve of my breasts. I felt like a different me in this dress, in all dresses truthfully but in this one I felt like a sensual woman. Someone that could flirt and get free drinks at the bar if I was old enough to drink.

"This'll work." I smile more sure of myself then I had first been when I pulled the dress out from the back of my closet. Together with knee high ruffled sock stockings and a pair of lace up leather knee high boots that Cordi had left behind years ago I was dressed and ready to go. I didn't bother with make up, I rarely ever wore the stuff and since I planned on going swimming the moment my truck was unpacked it seemed redundant and a waste of time.

"That's not what I picked out for you." My mother pointed out the moment I stepped out of the house, locking the door behind me. The pout on her face was just a mask to hide her annoyance at not being obeyed.

"Yeah, when I went to brush my teeth I got toothpaste foam on it and changed." I easily lied happy that she was already loaded in the car and unwilling to get out and make me change into something else.


"Well I guess that'll do." She sighed sliding on her sunglasses and rolling up her window.

"Ready?" Dad asked standing at the driver's door to the Boxster.

I shrugged my shoulders and took a deep breath. "Yup." I smiled feeling drained yet excited at the same time. "Want me to follow you guys up?"

Dad shook his head no. "You just go on." It was his way of saying that Lora would make him stop a dozen or so times and that it would be quicker if I just went at my own pace.

"Alright. I'll see you in a few hours then." I turned from the front driveway to the back where my truck was parked. A sharp whistle and Riddick was at my side wiggling with the excitement of a car ride. "Load up." I told him before I scooped him up in my arms to the passenger seat where he could sit and look out the window. I too loaded up and Riddick paused in his investigating when the truck started but continued as I shifted into gear and rolled out.

I had tried to keep him from my mind but I couldn't lie to myself and say that I wasn't excited to see him. I still had feelings for him and while I had gone out with a few guys since I met Jacob, he was my standard and no one seemed to come close. "You think he's changed?" I asked the puppy leaving wet doggy nose prints on the glass. I feared that all that time exposed to Cordi might have changed him, that he wouldn't be the same person that I remembered. "I guess that's not really fair." At the sound of my voice Riddick turned and looked at me his head tilted and his ears up. "I'm not the same person I was the last time I saw him." While a lot about me had changed on the outside I was the same Nat that I had always been. Confused and bored Riddick turned back to the window and his tail wagging. "Yeah I guess you're right." I was talking to myself pretending as if Riddick could really understand my words. "I've just missed him..." I whispered before clearing my mind to focus on the highway and the four hour road trip ahead of me.

 

[saedo]

Lora greeted us at the door to the lake house. That meant a warm hug for her daughter and a polite nod towards me. Lora's tone was pleasant, but I knew how to read between the lines. Yup, still in the dog house for having not married Cordelia and produced a grandkid for her.

Fortunately, the logistics of this family get-together took precedence over her usual subtle criticism. "Your father and sister are already over at the big cabin with your Aunt Linda and Mother. Your cousin Emily is there with little Jordan. Four generations of Mallory women all together - can you believe it?" Lora sighed and mused, "Did you know Emily is already pregnant again?"

Okay, I was wrong. She did have time to needle us about giving her a grandkid.

"I need to head over there to help with the dinner for Mother. You two can drop your stuff off and get changed. Best bring a bathing suit if you plan to get in the water." Lora reached up and brushed an errant bang on her daughter's forehead. "You should wear your hair down, dear; it's so pretty that way."

Cordelia gave me an eye roll as her mother hustled past us out the door. Clearly she was quite used to her mother's sort of affection. "Our room is this way," she said, heading up the stairs.

I set our luggage down inside the cramped little room. "Looks a little small," I commented as I gazed down at the narrow bed.

Cordelia giggled. "It was plenty big enough for Nat and me both when I was 7. Besides, I'm sure my parents wouldn't particularly mind if you didn't share it with me."

I sighed. Openly, Cordelia's parents seemed quite at ease with our relationship. Cordelia and I had been together for years and while we certainly never discussed our bedroom activities in front of them, her parents were at least aware that the two of us were having sex. Karl and Lora treated this fact casually. It was the 21st century, this is what people did, no big whoop. But when they put us in a room with a bed barely big enough for one adult, I again got the sensation that they weren't entirely comfortable with me sharing a bed with their unwed daughter.

Cordelia leaned up and kissed me. "Don't frown, big guy. We only need room for one of us. After all, I'm going to be on top...." Her eyes glittered with mischief as she slid a hand down the my denim clad thigh. "If you want, we could give it a try now...," she purred.

I grinned against her lips as I returned the kiss. I could feel her nipples digging into my chest - a sure sign that she wasn't teasing about being ready to go right now. I mulled over the prospect as our tongues entwined. I'd been out of town the past week, so it'd been an uncharacteristically long bit of celibacy for us both. Maybe a quickie would be just the thing....

But then my mind remembered her mother. Reluctantly, I pushed her back till her her plush bosom was no longer crammed deliciously against my chest. "No, you heard your mom. She wants us over there ASAP. I don't want to give her even more reason to be upset with me."

Cordelia thrust out a plump lip in a mock pout. "Tease." She giggled. "Alright, but I expect you to rock my world before the night is out. Let's get changed."

As directed, we each donned swimsuits to wear under our clothes. Cordelia's was almost conservative by her standards. It was still a bikini, so it left much of her taut, golden skin on display. But the cups actually covered and supported her large breasts rather than leaving copious amounts of side-boob on display. Likewise, the bottom was not just a thong, but covered her firm cheeks.

I had also made sure to pack swim trunks for myself. I'd learned to do this on my own because of a trip to the Bahamas we'd taken where I'd forgotten mine. Cordelia then bought me a Speedo to wear for the day. While I admittedly have the requisite muscle tone for such attire, I don't share her exhibitionist streak; whereas the massive bulge of my package struck me as unseemly, she was delighted. Furthering her pleasure, Cordelia naturally found my emotional discomfort hilarious. I've always made sure to pack my own swimsuit lest I be forced to repeat the experience.

Cordelia donned a cotton sundress that ended at mid-thigh, leaving much of her bronze legs gleaming. I chose a white, short-sleeve dress shirt and khaki shorts. Beach or party, we'd be ready.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I was smiling and fidgeting in my seat as I turned onto the gravel road that lead to the main cabin house. The woods that surrounded the road were thick and hid the property from view until the first bend and the treeline thinned. Cars were crammed side by side in front of the wrap around porch with license plates from all over the US. Looked like Uncle Gus from Florida had even managed to make it this year. The people who were outside and saw me waved and I waved back taking on of the hard packed dirt roads that branched from the gravel road to the cabin that had been built for Dad and his family.

Unlike Cordi I had visited Gpa and Gma every summer and had spent the time and money to add an air conditioning unit to the room that I had once shared with my sister. It was small and sparse but comfy. There was a small closet, a single dresser and single bed. There was another room but it was smaller and only had a desk in it that Dad used as his office. Not that the room sizes bothered me. Being down at the lake was all about spending time outside not in. That of course didn't stop me from claiming the larger room, it was the one I always stayed in and had the AC unit. I also figured that first come first serve and threw my bags into the closet and closed the door.

Unpacking the truck became a family event as those who didn't see me drive up came over to investigate who's truck had just driven up to Karl's cabin, while those who did see me drive up came over to say hello. I hugged every one and was traded a the tent box with my cousin Jordan. "Wow, look how big she's gotten." I cooed as she tugged lightly on my hair.

"Pup!" Jordan squealed at the first sigh of Riddick and I put her on the ground as me and Emily watched and they played together while catching up with each other's lives since we had last seen each other. All the while the men unloaded everything from the truck bed. When the truck bed was empty the family fell quickly into it's old routine. The kids grouped together and ran off, there was a tree house in the back yard but I was willing to bet that they were heading to the docks to swim. The adults also split into groups, mainly the men and the women and then again into age groups. I followed Emily into the house and to the kitchen with Riddick following at my heels much to the pleasure of young Jordan who once again wiggled to get down and play with her new friend.

Gma was seated in the breakfast nook with her back against the bay windows with cut up fruit in front of her and a random collection of my younger cousins surrounding her as she taught then a lesson in cooking. Besides her was a pie pan and homemade dough rolled out and draped over the pan. Today's lesson looked like apple pie. It was one of the first things she had taught me to make as well and I remembered those precious memories fondly. In fact when I had turned 16 she had gifted me with her dessert recipe book filled with her secrets for her famous lemon meringue pie and equally delicious baklava.

Looking at her it was hard to judge Gma's age. She looked like that of a sweet old lady, her hair had silvered and thinned but was still long and often worn braided and twisted into a bun on the top of her head. Her skin was soft and hung loose on her face with few age marks. And while she walked with one of a hard life she didn't hobble or have that swooped back that other 90 year olds developed as they got older. No she was still active and kept herself busy refusing to get old. Appearances alone she looked about 10 years younger and acted half her age. No knitting for her when there was adventures to be had.

I quickly crossed the kitchen to hug her nodding my agreement to help teach the cooking lessons and scooted next to Gma taking the knife she offered. As she talked I demonstrated and walked around the nook providing tips, corrections and help when it was asked for and Gma was busy. Much like the lessons I had when I was younger there was a small flour fight, nothing too our of hand but just messy enough that we all had finger swipes of white powder across our faces while mothers looked over at us with frowns. If Gma hadn't been there, the initiator of the first flour attack, we all would have been scolded and kicked out of the kitchen. As it were Gma just snickered, that familiar sparkle in her eye telling everyone who knew her that she had gotten away with it and knew that she would the moment she did it.

But like all good things it came to an end and the pies were placed in the oven and the children ushered to the bathroom to clean up while I saw to the breakfast nook. Me and Gma talked as I cleaned up and as I dried off the table surface my Mom's voice echoed through the house and dimmed the dazzling smile I had on. I had heard my father when he came in a while back and traded jokes with him about all the little finger flour marks on my face so I knew she was here but that she had made it to the main cabin also meant that my sister had arrived. I rolled my eyes and was in the middle of a big sign when a sharp and stinging blow hit me on the back of my hand.

Gma sat there was a slight scowl on her face at my physical reaction to hearing my mother's voice, the offending wooden spoon in her hand ready to dish out another blow if I didn't take her subtle hint and be nice. She knew the relationship between me and Cordi and refused to let either of us get away with it. Not that it changed how we felt about each other, only that we have to be nice around Gma. As she told up repeatedly, she wasn't too old to tan us for being little snots. Her words.

"Mom." I smiled and turned to Gma showing her how good I was. "Is Cordi here?" I followed my mother's silent eyes as they moved from the tip of my head to the bottoms of my feet, her eyes lingering on every flour stain on my outfit. I was spotted sure but had made an effort to make sure that the boots Cordi had left behind years ago were spotless and free of any evidence of flour.

"Yes." Lora said after evaluation her youngest daughter. She could never understand how that girl was always messy or dirty, glad that the nightmare of washing her clothes was behind her. Still as a mother she had to sigh at the state she was always in and once again point out the importance of how a woman must look.

What she had to say was nothing new and I could recite the lecture by heart by now and nodded along not hearing a word that my mother said. What was important was who I knew was with Cordi. I fidgeted with my dress pulling at the material with nervous fingers. I couldn't wait to see him and the moment my mother stopped talking I told her what she wanted to hear and scurried out of the kitchen.

"Young lady aren't you going to help with dinner?" Lora called out after her daughter. Gma spared me from helping with dinner by telling Lora how I had helped with dessert and that kept my mother from following after me. At least for the moment.

 

[saedo]

It'd been a while since I'd attended one of Cordelia's family gatherings, but I knew my place when amongst the men. Karl and Randall (Cordelia's uncle) stood over the barbecue. It was a hefty beast of dark metal that Randall could haul behind his truck.

Though I was well into adulthood, Randall regarded anyone his daughter's age as little more than a kid. Consequently, I lacked sufficient status to assist directly with the grilling. Rather, I was expected to stand by as Randall and Karl discussed the intricacies of barbecue and basically serve as gofer and lifter of heavy objects.

Normally I could have at least looked forward to chatting with David, Emily's husband. He was a bit older than me, but we were sufficiently close in age to fall into the same "kid" category. Emily and David lived not far from Cordelia and I, so we actually saw each other fairly regularly - certainly more than we saw Cordelia's parents and sister. Unfortunately, David was on call today, so he'd stayed behind; that left me solo amongst the fathers.

That lasted the better part of an hour, then I heard a squeal behind me and felt something warm and sticky clasp my calf. I looked behind me to discover I was firmly in the grasp of a giggling toddler.

"Hello, Jordan," I smiled. I was quite familiar with David and Emily's daughter.

"Fly! Fly!" she responded gleefully.

Dutifully I reached down and lifted Jordan into the air. I was a good bit taller than everyone in her family, so holding her over my head put little Jordan several feet above the ground. She giggled with delight and flapped her arms.

"Good, I was hoping you were here," said a familiar voice. Emily approached, laden down with a canvas bag in one arm and a folding lawn chair in the other. "Dad, I'm conscripting Jacob here," she announced. "I'm taking Jordan down to the beach and I need an extra set of hands."

"More beer for me," chuckled Randall.

Emily delightfully handed me the bag and began leading me down the path to the beach. "Thanks, Jacob. With David not here and me pregnant, I could really use the help."

We set up camp on the sand, setting out the lawn chair and some beach towels. Emily got Jordan out of her clothes and into a little yellow bathing suit. I stripped down to my swim trunks and escorted the little one into the shallows. Much splashing and squealing followed.

After about half an hour, Jordan tired of the water, so Emily produced a plastic pail and shovel from within the bag. I reclined on a beach towel while the toddler set to work on a sand castle.

"Warm today," Emily observed. She stood up and slipped off the beach dress she'd been wearing, revealing a red bikini and a considerable amount of skin. "Sorry," she murmured as she saw my eyes widen. "I know I look like a cow, but I don't have any one-pieces that'll fit over this." She gestured to distinct bulge in her belly.

I waved a dismissive hand. "You look fine," I demurred. "Have that pregnancy glow and all that. Besides, you know I like curves."

"Thanks." She glanced down at the pale curves swelling out of the red cups. "Well, I certainly don't lack for them now. Gained over two cup sizes with Jordan and Mom and Aunt Lora both said they got bigger still with their second child."

She chuckled and winked at me. "Just you wait till you get Cordi knocked up. If she's like the rest of the Mallory women...," Emily trailed off with a whistle.

I couldn't resist picturing the possibility. Cordi had a pair of spectacularly large breasts already. Imagining her expanding even further.... The very idea produced a warm sensation in my groin.

"And heaven help poor Nat," Emily continued. "She'll be just huge."

I raised an eyebrow at that. Cordi's younger sister was the last person I could imagine "huge" applying. Granted, she'd been starting high school when I'd seen her, but the young teen had been as slender as a Reed. She'd barely had any spare flesh on her - quite the contrast from her voluptuous sibling. So why did Emily think tiny Nat would be huge?

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I walked along the lake shore keeping far enough from the lapping water not to wet the borrowed boots that I was wearing, enjoying the delight of the puppy at my side who was busy exploring the new wonders of this place. So far frogs were the biggest thrill and a bit of a scare and Riddick couldn't decide if they were more fun then scary as he barked at them playfully as they hopped and leaped back into the water. He charged into the water after his latest victim and sunk under the water in his pursuit of the amphibian. Emerging from the water Riddick stood feet still int he water and shook his body, spraying water everywhere including me.

"Rid!" I laughed stepping back from the drenched puppy. "Back." I didn't really mean it and clapped my hands together and I ran down the beach knowing that Riddick was following me. I heard him whine and looked back seeing that he had stopped and was sitting near a fallen log. I joined him at the log and he slumped at my feet, his wet little paws resting on my feet. I sighed and lifted my foot away before taking the boots off. "Come on pup." I called over my shoulder as I stood up and turned around, heading back towards the cabins.

I don't know why but I felt somewhat anti-social. Maybe it was knowing that Cordi was here or that no matter what I did she was the golden child in mom's eyes and I would have to hear about it all week. Then again maybe it wasn't me being anti-social and just me being nervous. My pace slowed and my steps got heavy as I thought about my feelings a bit more. I really wanted to see Jacob, it had been years and yet, that was what scared me. I know how much I had changed on the outside and wasn't too sure how he would take it. Would I even change in his eyes or would I forever be Cordi's little sister?

I was close enough to the cabins now that I could hear voices and Riddick took off running towards the sounds. I wasn't worried about him but still kept pace with him as he ran through the water towards a small child.

"Pup!" Squealed a familiar voice as the child turned to tackle Riddick.

"Riddick!" The tone of my voice portrayed my annoyance. He was licking Jordan's face much to the laughter and enjoyment of the child but it went against her training of him and the puppy quickly ended his attack on Jordan and returned to my side, sitting pretty in an apology. "Hey." I spotted Emily and waved wondering who she was sitting with. The man's back was towards me and I crouched down to pet Riddick on the head before allowing him to stand up and play with Jordan. "Love the bathing suit." I was still wearing my dress but had a bathing suit underneath and if the "kids", as the older generation liked to call us, were setting up camp at the beach maybe I would join them. If nothing else it didn't look like Cordi was around and that was reason enough to stay.

 

[saedo]

I turned at the sound of Jordan's delighted squeal. Apparently she'd found some new source of amusement beside wet sand, pail, and bucket.

Jordan had both arms wrapped around a dog nearly her size. A broad pink tongue lapped at the toddler's face and his stumpy brown tail wagged energetically, suggesting he was similarly pleased to see her. A glance of confirmation at Emily showed no trace of concern, so I presumed that the dog presented no threat.

Emily waved a hand in the air in greeting to someone behind me. She then began to stand - a feat somewhat complicated by her burgeoning belly and the soft sand. I focused my attention on aiding her, trying not to let my gaze linger too long on her bikini-clad breasts. Only then could I turn to see who Emily had waved to.

I felt a juvenile urge to whistle. The woman stepping towards us across the uneven sand was a knockout. Her hair was tied up, but the wind off the lake tugged at various loose strands that gave her a natural appeal. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, but there was something familiar about the set of her chin and the gleaming smile as she waved back at Emily.


What was certainly unfamiliar was trying body balancing across the unstable sand. She wore a light sundress, but the steady breeze from the water had the fabric tugged taut across her as the skirt portion fluttered like a flag. That threw into sharp contrast a truly spectacular set of curves. Cordi was usually unchallenged in this arena, but the petite figure approaching appeared to significantly outstrip even her magnificent bustline. The red-blooded male could not help but pay attention.

"Love the bathing suit,"said the young woman as she neared.

Emily giggled. "Thanks. I feel almost decadent showing off this much skin, but it's hard to find swimwear for a belly like this." She gestured towards the woman. "What about you? Don't leave me as the only one out here with my boobs showing. C'mon, National; poor Jacob here deserves to see a better beach body than mine."

I turned to re-examine the woman. Nat? Cordelia's little sister? But she was just a little slip of a girl. The Natania I remembered could barely dent a B-cup, making her seem far younger than the curvaceous Cordelia.

But the smile did seem more familiar now that I recalled the younger sibling. Cordelia tended to smile with only a hint of teeth, but Nat always showed unrestrained delight in her grins. That same smile now beamed from the face approaching me.

"Nat?" I opened cautiously, still half-expecting someone to tell me that this voluptuous vixen couldn't possibly be the skinny kid I remembered. But when no correction came, I added. "It's good to see you again. You've...." I paused a moment, trying to find words that wouldn't convey my utter surprise at her altered form. "...changed," I finished.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I knew him the moment he turned his face, there was no way that I wouldn't. Thing was he didn't seem to know who I was. It would have hurt if I didn't know how different I looked from the last time he saw me. No doubt he still pictured me as that bony boyish girl he last saw. Nothing more then just Cordi's little sister.

Look at me now. I taunted in my mind as I strolled over to my cousin, using the uneven sands to put an extra little sway in my hips. I wanted it to be noticeable but not so much so that it looked like I was trying. I didn't know how well I was doing but I could feel his eyes on me and my heart picked up the closer I got.

"Me?" I giggled along with my cousin and shook my head no. "I can't compare to that." I gestured to her body waving my hands up and down her form. "If I heard it correctly I know of a certain man who can't get enough of that body." I winked knowing how much her husband loved seeing her pregnant. "But I won't leave you alone." I agreed dropping the boots and socks next to Jacob's chair.

I smiled at Jacob and moved in to give him a hug hello. "It's been too long." On my tip toes I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, completely aware of how my chest pressed against his as I held the hug a few seconds longer then necessary. I wanted to keep hugging him, I wanted to take a deep breath and surround myself in the smell of his warmed skin but Emily was here and he was after all my sister's boyfriend and at least for now I would behave.

"Yeah," I blushed stepping back just enough that it gave the image of a person bubble without being too far away. Seeing him again made me realize what I already knew and I didn't want to give him the space to compartmentalize me into the 'Cordi's little sister' box again. I was a woman now and I was going to make sure he saw me as such. "I guess I have."

Even a blind man could see how I've changed but that Jacob was noticing it... I tucked my head down and to the side shyly, brushed the free and wild stands of my hair from my face and behind my ear. "You look as great as always." I returned in favor, my eyes finding his face again but unable to stay there. I scanned down his body and felt the reawakening of my want for him. He was a tall sculpted figure of strength, a statue for the god of lust and the ideal image of male perfection. The result brought about my nervousness and I stepped back again, once again the shy young girl that he used to know.

"So, Emily," Turning away from Jacob as I tried to calm myself. "Do you have any sunscreen?" My pale skin would burn and freckle without the protection of the lotion and I knew the burnt lobster wasn't the sexy look I wanted to lure Jacob with.

"Of course I do."

While Emily was retrieving the sunscreen I picked up a beach towel and shook it open on the other side of where Emily was sitting so that the three of us made a triangle with Jacob right across from me. I fussed with the positioning of the towel so that I faced the water more then I did Jacob or Emily. A simple turn of my head and I could easily see either of them and engage in the conversation.

"Thanks Em." Standing at the foot of my laid out towel I looked across the water and sighed. Off to the side Jordan and Riddick were digging in the sand, a toss up between the two of who was making more of a mess. The sun shined off the water and the wind kicked up again making the surface ripple and the leaves on shore dance. "Gosh it's such a nice day." I pointed out as I pulled the hem of up dress up and over my head. Folding it in quarters before throwing it behind me to later use as a pillow.

I prayed that Jacob liked what he saw. I didn't know what he or Em would make of my bathing suit, it was far from the tankini and surfshorts I used to wear. With as large as my chest had gotten the fabric of the bathing suit strained to cover up the entirety of my breast and failed in the end. The band around my chest did it's job and kept the top where it needed to be, as did the 'U' shaped straps on the back. Pulled tight against the front half that covered every part that was obscene but only just. The ruched material left a fair amount of side boob free and with the way that it pulled over to one shoulder it pressed the two overflowing orbs together and created a deep line of cleavage between the open space of the two parts. And the bottoms were brazilian cut with strap like sides. It covered well enough but it was the way it clung to my butt that I liked best.

"What were you guys talking about before I got here?" I causally asked as I started to put on the lotion, starting with my arms and shoulders. I would stay standing as I applied the sunblock to my legs before moving to my stomach, what I could reach of my back before asking Em for help and then finishing what I missed for last. I was normally a fairly quick process but with Jacob here I had a feeling I would end up making this into a little show.

I felt naughty just thinking about it and smiled at the idea. Would it turn him on? I really wanted it to but figured he wouldn't. After all what's so sexy about a girl putting on sunscreen?

 

[saedo]

If I focused on the face, I could completely see Cordelia's baby sister. Her hair was longer and some of the childlike roundness of her face had given way to a sleeker, adult look. But the way her smile began at the corner of her mouth, the slight duck of her head before her brilliant eyes drilled into yours - this was still the girl I remembered.

I was staunchly forcing that memory to the forefront of my mind as she stepped forward and hugged me. I had close to a foot on her, so her arms caught me mid-torso. I looked down into her warm smile and tried not to notice how her shoulders were still several inches from my body when the front of her dress first brushed against my abdomen.

Nat had always been a hugger, so her she came in full bore. She pressed against me just like she always had, pressing her cheek against my pectorals. If I had any doubts about her bosom being a trick of the light, the fleshy warmth of her breasts beneath the dress was unmistakably real.

Natania stepped back and gave me a full appraisal. I was reminded how Cordelia used to suggest that Nat had a crush on me. I'd always dismissed it as a harmless schoolgirl fantasy; Nat was barely more than a kid. But years later, it wasn't a schoolgirl placing her hands on her hips and saying, "You look as great as always."

Fortunately, Nat didn't need me to parse out a proper response to her praise of my appearance. Instead, she turned to Emily asking for sunscreen lotion. I consequently had a brief moment to try and turn my thoughts away from the carnal corners of my imagination.

Unfortunately, my mind didn't quite make the logical leap to understanding why Nat would need sunscreen when her dress covered her from neck to knee. When Nat lifted her dress over her head, it was all I could do not to audibly gasp. Her frame was still as slender and spare as always. But her taut little waist no longer dropped almost vertically into a pair of boyish hips, but rather flared out into an unmistakably feminine swell that immediately tugged at my reproductive instincts. As for her breasts...dear Lord, but the words escaped me. The barest glimpse I permitted myself set my heart into the same deep, powerful thud it does when I'm lifting weights.

"What were you guys talking about before I got here?" inquired Nat as she began applying the sunscreen to herself.

Emily laughed. "Oh, I was just telling what Jacob could look forward to if he ever knocks up a Mallory woman. We blow up like balloons!"

Nat joined Emily in giggles and the conversation took an abrupt shift into "girl talk". I was temporarily forgotten as the two women resumed their seats on the sand and the discussion began ranging over into topics of babies, shoes, and other matters that guys traditionally find completely yawn-worthy.

Unfortunately, I couldn't quite relax into this brief window of anonymity. Since Nat's bikini covered only slightly more than the bare essentials and her natural coloring was a pale that verged on ivory, she needed to put sunscreen pretty much everywhere. So while she sat on her beach towel chatting with Emily, Nat variously twisted and stretched her torso and limbs as she slathered lotion all over herself. Not only did this demonstrate just how bendy she was, but at times it seemed like her curves were on the verge of exploding out of her swimsuit.

Ordinarily I've got a fair amount of self-control over my reactions. An embarrassing incident during freshman year of high school when standing at the chalkboard in front of my trigonometry class had encouraged me to keep a tighter rein on mental thoughts that manifest in physical arousal. Reciting the starting line-up of the Atlanta Braves in my head usually proved sufficient distraction to keep myself in check.

Not so today. Cordelia had helped prime the pump. I had been out of town for a few days and she hadn't wanted to have sex this morning before we drove down, so I was already a bit antsy. I also always found the swelling curves of pregnancy rather appealing, so sweet Emily in a bikini had gotten my libido started. Now I had the incredibly luscious Natania writhing like a gymnast as she massaged lotion over every delectable inch of exposed flesh. By the time Nat enlisted Emily into coating Nat's back, the visual imagery had pushed me beyond my limit; my erection was now an unstoppable force expanding along the length of my right thigh. I picked up my shirt and dumped it over my lap in what I hoped was wholly inconspicuous.

Unfortunately, there would be no respite. Emily paused in her discussion with Nat and looked at me. "Oh, I bet you could use some of this, too. You're not as pale as us, but you might still get a burn. "

Emily handed the bottle of sunscreen to Natania. "Here, you're closer to him, Nat. With a big strong back like Jacob has, I'm sure he could use some help getting it all covered."

 

[Sexual_Muse]

My heart squeezed painful in my chest at the thought of my Jacob knocking up Cordi. A wave of jealousy washed through my body as I imagined my sister's belly growing with Jacob's child inside her. The thought made me sick with envy, I never wanted to see that to know how he got her pregnant. I realized more then ever how much I liked Jacob because I could see myself with his child and all I felt at the idea was joy. Not that I wanted to have his child, no I was too young for that and I had plans for my life that didn't require a child but that I was alright with it was more then I would have thought even I was okay with. I knew I wanted him in every way, wanted to share everything with him but I hadn't known that my feelings for him were that strong that I could see myself pregnant with his child.

"Oh gosh." I chuckled lifting my hands to my already blown up breasts. "I don't think I can handle them getting any bigger. I'd topple over." And without meaning to I looked to Jacob, my hand following the curves of my body from my chest to my legs where I massaged in more sun lotion.

Emily laughed and the conversation turned to exercises that she had to start doing to support her new breasts. It was something I knew a little about and added how my exercise routine had changed since I blossomed. That lead to workout clothes and shoes to family rumors and gossip. Pretty much girl talk. Which I was fine with because it was something that didn't require all my attention as I sneaked peeks at Jacob.

"Oh, I bet you could use some of this, too."

As I was done with the sun screen and Emily's skin had that sheen of already applied lotion, my only guess was that she was talking to Jacob. Which was soon confirmed when she mentioned his strong back. Emily tapped the bottle against my shoulder and I reached behind me to grab it.

I hated that my hands shook, that I was so transparent in how I felt and I fought against myself to just act cool. In my mind I had thought that my first meeting with Jacob would be alone but I didn't take into consideration how uncool I would be. I had pictured myself as this sex goddess, one of those women in the movies that always has the sun against her back creating that heavenly light halo around them no matter what time of day. I wanted to be someone that he would look at and instantly want. It was an impossible standard to hold myself to but it didn't stop me from wanting that exact reaction. Instead all I could think about was all the times years before when I pined over him, so close and yet too far. I was that little girl again.

I took a deep breath, stood up and brushed the sand off. Except I wasn't that little girl anymore. True being around Jacob was a roller coaster of my confidence, after all I wasn't Cordi but then again maybe that was a good thing.

"Wouldn't want you to burn." I agreed as I moved towards him. At least my hands weren't shaking anymore. I sat behind him and scooted close with just enough space between my chest and his back that a few sheets of might pass without friction. "So I heard that they put Jordan Walden on the DL." The news was a little old but it was the last thing she had heard about the Braves, other then there being something about a new stadium but since that was all I knew I didn't say anything.

I squeezed sunscreen into my hand and set the bottle in the sand, my hand hovering over the expanse of Jacob's back. My hands were slow to move but when I finally touched him they felt like they weighted a million pounds and moving them felt like too much effort. So there they stayed on his warm skin, my fingers spread out as far as they could to touch as much as I could. I could feel his muscles ripple with every breath and I found myself breathing in sync with him. Too soon my hands moved on their own rubbing lotion over every inch of Jacob's skin.

 

[saedo]

Nat's slender fingers on my broad back felt uncomfortably pleasant. I've always enjoyed a woman's touch, but today it felt particularly inappropriate. This was my girlfriend's sister. My pent-up libido surely couldn't excuse my throbbing erection in the presence of my sister and her cousin.

"Mama!" My head turned, eager for any distraction at my current predicament. Little Jordan, her pudgy little legs dusted with sand, waddled over from the lumpy mounds of her efforts with bucket and shovel.
Nat's dog trotted along behind, clearly fascinated with the tiny human. "Mama, hungee," the little cherub declared, her arms outstretched as she approached Emi

Emily smiled. "Just a second, sweetheart." She rummaged in her bag, her lips slowly giving way to a frown. "Shoot, I forgot to pack something."

"Mama!" Jordan's tone had become imperious and hinted of tears.

Emily sighed, then glanced at the other adults. "She gets really cranky when her blood sugar gets low and I forgot to pack the apple slices." She brought Jordan over to her. "Sorry about this, but it's better this than a stage 3 meltdown."

Emily then tugged at her bikini, freeing her plump left breast. I had a brief glimpse of a swollen pink nipple before Jordan easily latched on. She immediately began suckling away.

Emily exhaled contentedly. "We've just started weaning her," she explained. "Breastfeeding can be a real hassle, but I have to admit, I also enjoy it." She stroked a lock of blonde hair out of Jordan's face. "I don't know what I'll do when this one is fully weaned and the next one isn't born yet."

I managed to force my mouth closed. I was doing my level best to seem indifferent to the fact that a luscious breast was practically bare before me. If getting turned on by Nat was wrong, my arousal at this had to be truly diabolical.

Fortunately, Jordan finished up within a few minutes. I got another brief glimpse of Emily's nipple before she popped her breast back inside the bikini. "And now I bet someone wants a nap," she said.

"No wan nap," murmured a clearly drowsy Jordan.

"Right, sweetheart," smiled Emily. She stood up, one arm balancing the lethargic child on her shoulder. "I better take her back to the cabin to lay her down. But don't let me pull you two away. Someone should get to enjoy the beach."

Emily refused any offer of assistance and headed back up the path to the cabins. I was now alone on the beach with Nat. Alone on the beach with my ridiculously curvaceous girlfriend's sister in her daring bikini. Alone and insanely horny. Oh boy.

"So Nat, how's school?" I said, lamely trying to start a conversation.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I nodded my head totally understanding where Em was coming from. I was one of those girls who just loved to have their breasts played with and their nipples sucked on. My breasts had always been sensitive and it had only gotten worse as they got larger. And I had always wondered about breastfeeding and how it felt. I had heard from some people that it hurt but watching my cousin I doubted that was the case for her.

I don't know what was going through Jacob's mind but I felt his muscles stiffen once again for a fraction of a second, not relating the boob flashing to the timed occurrence. I was going to ask him if he was okay but didn't. I was enjoying touching him and once all the lotion was rubbed in I started on a back massage just to give myself a reason to not move. Everyone love massages right? At least that's what I hoped because I didn't want to stop touching him. Plus it wasn't all that odd for me to be giving him a massage. I was known to get bored and sit behind a loved one for a random back massage.

"Hmm?" I had turned my attention to his back, the way his broad shoulders met his narrow hips, the little dimples right above the line of his shorts and his voice had caught me off guard. I blushed feeling like I had just been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. "School?" Didn't he know I graduated? "I just recently graduated and have the summer off before I start college." I informed him rubbing small circles down either side of this spine. I wanted to ask if Cordi had told him but since I doubted that she would ever bring me up in any conversation I resisted. Reaching as far down as I could go without sliding under his short I light ran my nail back up to his shoulders and worked on the back of his near his hair line and out towards his shoulders.

I could have asked him an equally as lame question about his work but it wasn't good at small talk. Instead I found myself asking the question that had always bothered me the most. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in years." I wanted to accuse him of never really being my friend in the first place. I knew I always like him but I thought in the very least I had been his friend. That he never came to visit had really hurt me and I hated that I had to hear from everyone else how he was. I have even kept up with his birthday and had sent him cards the first couple of years but after getting nothing in return I had stopped feeling ever worse then before. I tried like hell to make my voice sound as nonchalant as I could but I didn't realize how much I had cared about the whole situation until I asked.

Scared that I might have ruined the whole thing by asking such a stupid question I quickly changed the topic, deciding last minute that I didn't want to know the answer. "Did Dad tell you that he took me hunting last fall?" This seemed like a more neutral subject to bring up and I desperately hoped that Jacob would go with the flow. This I was happy to talk about. Brag about how I got a deer and Dad didn't.

 

[saedo]

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in years."

I shrugged, feeling her palms slide on my skin as my shoulders rose. "You know how your mom feels about us. Your aunt has one grandchild already and a second on the way, so your mom feels like it's her turn. Meanwhile the two of us have been together for years and are still unmarried, so your mom is frustrated with us. Me mostly. Thinks I'm getting my milk for free instead of buying the cow. So Cordelia decided for the sake of family unity that it was easier to just not have me tag along when she came to visit

I sighed. "In truth, this situation is mostly because of your sister. I'd like to at least discuss moving things along to the next level, but she always avoids the subject. I don't want to pressure her and it's not like I'm looking to get married and have kids right away, but I look at Emily and Jordan and I know I'd like to have a family some day.

"But Cordelia just doesn't want to even talk about it. She always says we shouldn't worry about the future, but should live for today and enjoy what we have. And don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it. Cordelia is a lot of fun, we get along, the sex is good - everything is great. But at some point I think we have to look at the future and decide if we have one. What if we don't want the same things?

The talk had helped, I noticed. Focusing on my relationship issues had been just the distraction I needed to calm my raging libido. I no longer felt as if my swim trunks were going to rip open at the seams.

Still, I made sure to keep my eyes above Nat's neck as I half-turned to face her. "Do you have any ideas what's going on with your sister? Am I right to just wait for her to be ready to talk about this? Or do I need to pin her down and force the issue?"

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I did know how my mom felt about them, how she felt about him and how Cordi felt about it all. I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. Of course Cordi didn't want him to tag along, his story about things were really between them were bound to be vastly different then the 'he says we're just not ready for children and I agree' story she always told mom to get her to drop the subject. She always made it seem like Jacob was the one who didn't want kids, that he was the one that kept her so vigilant about taking birth control when I knew the truth, it was my sister.

The talk of marriage between the crush, maybe even love, of my life left a sour taste in my mouth. If they ever got married... I couldn't be there. There just wasn't anyway I could stand silent with a smile as the clergyman asked if there was any reason these two shouldn't get married. It was bad enough knowing they weren't meant for each other, bad enough that I had to sit by and listen as Cordi both bragged about how great Jacob was in every way one second then run him down the next for all the faults she felt he had. I knew no one was perfect but if you felt so strongly about all the things that were wrong about a person, why stay with them? If he was insensitive as I knew he wasn't then why praise him for the flowers that he brings you home for not reason then to see you smile? It was like a sick game and I always hated it when Cordi came and visited.

He wanted to get married and have kids. My heart softened and I tried to get over the lump in my throat that he wanted them with her. I always knew that I one day wanted to get married and have kids. The only thing I had even been unsure about was the number of children I wanted to have. It was a toss up between a lot of kids in the four range or even more kids at like six or seven. I liked the idea of a big family, the sounds of little feet running through the house, pictures hanging on every wall and the sound of laughter. It was a dream and one I knew my sister did not share.

Cordelia is a lot of fun, we get along, the sex is good - everything is great.

His words cut like a razor blade and I turned my head away wishing selfishly that he wasn't so happy with my sister. I personally didn't find my sister all that great. I found her to be too stuck up and concerned with herself, to be petty, vindictive and manipulative. I remembered my eighth grade dance and what she had done but quickly pushed it to the side. I tried not to be but I was still hurt over what had happened that night and harbored ill feelings towards my sister over it.

I hadn't expected Jacob to turn and I scrambled to hide what emotions that I felt behind a smile. I, unlike my sister, was a horrible liar and knew my face reflecting much of what I thought and felt. I didn't know what to tell him. It wasn't really my place to say anything yet he had asked and I felt compelled to tell him everything that I felt about the whole relationship. "I don't know." I said instead shrugging my shoulders my brain still warring over what to do and say.

I remembered a few years ago when Cordi had a few friends over. Our parents were out and she thought I was asleep. I had been but the incessant drunken giggling that followed a night of clubbing had woken me up. This was the after party before the night was over and they were talking about everything loudly and with that eerie drunk truth because the alcohol took the fear out of being accepted by what you really thought or felt. I had only walked to the kitchen with the intention of getting a cold bottle of water but something her sister's friend had just said.

"So when are you getting married and having kids?" Megan asked, her voice high pitched with wine coolers.

Or maybe it was the way Cordelia had laughed at that question that made me stop and listen. After all it wasn't as if she hadn't been asked this question and hundred times and hundred different ways by their mother.

"Oh I'll marry him in time, he worships me as he should. I mean look at me." Her snide tone of voice almost had me walking in and busting up their little party but I was slow to move and was happy of it. "As for kids..." I peeked around the corner into the living room and caught the end of her waving hand as it settled back on the arm of her seat. "I'm just too pretty to have a child. I mean the way it stretches out your body and that horrid thing that breast feeding does to your nipples. Yuck."

I didn't want to hear anymore and made enough noise to the kitchen that the talking and giggling stopped for a while. It wasn't long enough to go back to sleep but the pillow over my head helped blocked out the unnecessary noise.

I shrugged again and tried for a neutral smile before ducking my head to look at my hands that had fallen to my lap. "If it was me," If it was me this wouldn't be a problem. But it went unsaid. "I would want to know. It isn't just her life but yours as well and you shouldn't have to wait forever on her. It isn't fair of her to put your concerns about your future together to the side." I looked up and found myself staring into Jacob's eyes. "A person who wants something doesn't run from it or push it aside for later. They embrace it happily and excitedly participate in the new growth of the relationship." That was how I felt at least. I reached out and placed my hand on his arm closest to me. "Ultimately though, it comes down to what you want and what you feel is right."

Turning towards to look in the direction that Em had last been seen I smiled with affection and just a touch of longing. "I don't understand why she would wait." I was talking about my sister but thinking about the joys of having a child. "Marriage is nice but I don't care about that as much as having someone to love who loves me back. Being able to share things with that person that I could only share with them." I laughed and turned my attention back to Jacob my eyes soft and blazing with a inner fire of wanting. "Leaning that person's every desire and being able to ignite that passion with a simple look. The trust of being with someone you could completely lose control with, the release." I took a deep breath in and it come out in a shudder. "That honest show of vulnerability." I lifted one shoulder in a half shrug and withdrew my hand from his arm, the movement slow as my fingers trailed over this skin. "The fruits of our many enjoined labors turning into the wonder of making a child together and watching it grow."

The winds and pulled and stand of hair free and it blew across my face tickling my nose. I caught the rouge hair and tucked it behind my ear and it stayed there for a second or two before pulling free again. "I mean." My voice had taken on a low purr that would have ashamed me if it was anyone but Jacob. It still should have shamed me but I was lost to the idea of him and me together. "Isn't that what all women what from a man?" Man came out sounding husky and dripped with sexual need. It was maybe a bit much for a shore side conversation but I wasn't in control of myself and the moment.

 

[saedo]

I chuckled at Nat's final question. "As if any guy really knows what women want. Hell, I've been with Cordelia and I only sometimes seem to know what she wants. Rest of the time, I'm just as clueless as the next guy."

I turned to face Nat. That posed the usual challenge of keeping my gaze from staring down her cleavage. Still, talking about the problems I was having was proving a good distraction from my libido, so I hoped to continue in that vein.

"Certainly I think it's a bit over broad to suggest all women necessarily want that, though. At least, not in the fashion you describe. Some women are just after something superficial.

"Back in my college days, I used to get a lot of attention from girls at parties and such. But nearly all of them weren't really interested in me. At least, not me as a person. No, they were mostly after the image. They thought it'd be cool to hook up with number 45, who scored that touchdown on Saturday and got his picture in the paper. Or maybe they'd giggle like little girls and ask if the rumors about my nickname were true because they thought it'd be cool to have that experience. But they didn't even care what my name was, let alone who I was as a person. I was just like some kind of historical monument to them - something to get their picture taken with so they'd have a story to tell their friends.

I smirked. "Don't get me wrong. I didn't always put much value on a deep emotional connection, either. But I got older and I've changed. Not everyone does. Some people are still only in it for the image, the superficial."

I cocked my head and looked towards the path. "Did you hear that? Sounded like someone yelling. I wonder if it's time to eat."

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I almost opened my mouth, the words biting the tip of my tongue to be said. Maybe that's because you don't want the same thing. It went unsaid, as did everything else I felt. I realized then that I would never have the courage to say what I truly felt, that I would always be the one who wanted the best for him even if it wasn't me. It didn't matter how badly I wanted it to be me but I wasn't going to blurt out all my sister's faults to win the man that I loved first.

Some women are just after something superficial.

That was certainly what Cordi wanted, if I knew anything about my sister. I doubted anything about her had changed deep down where it mattered, not when her surface and what she spent her energy projecting was the same. But maybe that was where I was wrong. Maybe there was a part of her that I didn't know, a part of my sister that she shared with only Jacob. Again I argued the possibility but there had to be some reason that he stayed with her.

I did hear that but as the voice belonged to my mother I was quick to ignore it for the current company. "Maybe." I shrugged turning his attention back to the conversation. "I know that's what I want. To say that's what every woman wants might be a bit unfair but on some level every woman wants someone. The reason of that want just might be different from person to person." I leaned into Jacob my voice softer as I looked up at him through my lashes. "But what is it that you want?"

I had wanted to leave the conversation at that but something that he had said nagged at me. I knew about him playing football and how good he was at it and had assumed how that might have made him popular with the girls but I had never heard at his nickname. "That nickname that you had, what was it?" It had to be something meaningful or no one would have cared to find out it's origin.

 

[saedo]

"But what is it that you want?"

I had thought to respond to her inquiry rather flippantly. What does any red-blooded male want? Food, sex, and sleep, right?

But Nat leaned in close enough for her bare shoulder to brush up against me. Her eyes were wide open with intense curiosity. I remembered then that while her physical form made her a grown woman, Nat was still just barely an adult. Cordelia had always said that her younger sister didn't date much and tended to be a bit of a loner. I could see in Nat's gaze that her question was entirely sincere. It warranted a sincere response.

I cleared my throat. "Well, Iet me preface my response by saying that I certainly can't speak for all men, either. But as for me specifically.... I want a woman who loves me, of course. But I also want her to just like me, too. I mean, certainly you want someone whose heart goes pitter-pat for you, but if you're going to spend a lifetime together, she should also be your friend.

I chuckled at myself. "I probably wouldn't have said this at your age, but I've at least come to realize that a good relationship isn't entirely about an overwhelming desire to rip each other's clothes off and fuck like bunnies. You're going to spend way more time in the same room with each other doing everyday things like making dinner and watching TV, so it's actually pretty important that you just like talking to each other. So I want someone who likes me enough to hang out with me. Someone who can make me laugh. Someone who laughs at my jokes. Just someone I like who also likes me.

I grinned a little. "That's not to say I don't care about the sex part. I'm not the horndog teenager I used to be, but I've still got a healthy appetite. So yeah, I'd certainly like a woman who turns me on and gets me off." I got a bit more serious. "But it's not just about my libido, though. I sowed a lot of wild oats in my time and I definitely find that the sex is better when she's having a good time, too. And yeah, some of that is technique and just knowing how the other person likes to be touched. But there's also a certain basic physical compatibility threshold you need to make it work. Sometimes the parts just don't fit right - at least, not in a way that's going to make you happy - no matter how hard you try. So yeah, I want all the sex stuff to work, too.

I closed my eyes for a second to think. "I suppose then there's the stuff with kids, but it's really wanting the same things for your future. Kids is probably the biggest thing, but you want your lifetime goals to be compatible. Where do you want to live, the work you want to do, the way you want to spend your life. I want to be a father. I want to spend less than I earn. I want to live near my family. I want someone who shares those goals."

I shrugged and looked at Nat. "So I suppose that's where things aren't yet clear with your sister. We've got the present pretty well settled, but the future....not so much. It's something we need to work on. "

Nat nodded silently and said nothing for a moment. Then she promptly blindsided me with a fresh question. "That nickname that you had, what was it?"

I felt my ears warm slightly. "Oh, it was kinda stupid. Just one of those dopey nicknames that guys give one another. It's always something silly - just something to bust his balls with a bit the way guys do with their friends."

I could see from her expression that I wasn't going to be able to get away with not telling her the nickname. I sighed. "It was 'Hoss', okay? They used to call me Hoss. Official reason was that Coach Peterson always got onto me about my speed. I could punch through a defensive line like nobody's business, but I never had the speed to run longer routes. So Coach used to tell me that I ran slower than his grandaddy’s old plow horse. And the guys started calling me Ol' Hoss, or just Hoss."

I paused to see if she'd let that suffice. No dice. Nat gave me a soft "hmm" and gestured for me to continue. Damn. She hadn't forgotten about the giggling girls. Dammit.

The flush claimed more of my ears. "Ah, yeah, the not so official reason. Well, first game of the season I made the game-winning touchdown in the final minutes, so at the parties that weekend, I had a ton of girls all looking to meet Number 45. Well, I went hooked up with this cute sorority girl that first night and....it didn't go well."

I paused to swallow uncomfortably. "Can't believe I'm telling you this. I mean, nothing really happened. She tried to....well, you know...." I swallowed again. "Uh...you know how I mentioned earlier about being compatible? Physically? Let's just say that this girl and I...weren't. And that afterwards, she promptly told all of her sorority sisters that the reason I was nicknamed Hoss was....." Another uncomfortable swallow. "...because I was hung like one." I averted my gaze and awaited the girlish giggling that invariably followed the telling of this tale.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

As I listened to what it was that Jacob what I knew that what he wanted and what I wanted were one of the same. I knew that I loved him in my own way, I cared for him, wanted what was best for him and would do anytime to make him happy. I had always felt this way about him and what few boyfriends that I had paled in comparison. Jacob was the man I judged other men by and it wasn’t just his looks that made his perfect in my eyes. It had been his smile that had captivated me, a smile that still made the butterflies in my stomach soar. I knew he was kind and intelligent, that while he had a bad taste in baseball teams he was a good man. And what unknowns I had about us and sex I felt wasn’t that important. I knew I wanted him and would be happy to have him anytime he wanted. I didn’t know about what parts he was talking about needing to fit, I mean I took sex education and knew how it worked in theory but had never tried it with anyone. It had always felt wrong and had never pursued it with any of my ex-boyfriends.

He got his nickname from an old plow horse? While that may have been the origins to the name there was something else that attributed to the giggling girls that went beyond being called a farm animal. I tried not to laugh at the way Jacob was blushing but was finding it so cute on him that I couldn’t keep the smile off of my lips. A smile that grew with every little stammer and uncomfortable swallow. I could guess by now what had made the girls giggle and when at least he said it, it confirmed what I had guessed at. I didn’t know what he expected me to do but he looked away as if waiting for something. Was I supposed to say something?

The story didn’t change the way I felt about Jacob. Okay, maybe I was a little more curious to see him naked but I had always been curious about that. “Well aren’t you the total package.” I teased. “Smart, tall, strong, kind and you have a huge cock! Gosh, if we could just sway you from the Braves you’d be perfect.” I didn’t laugh but the glint of trouble in my eyes told Jacob that I was enjoying teasing him. “If it makes you feel any better the boys started calling me Tank.” My hand reached up to cup my massive breasts. “Because I could take out anyone with these.” It wasn’t the most cleaver of nicknames but it was much more enjoyable then the nickname my sister gave me, Bug.

Riddick woke but from his nap, the tags on his collar jingling together as her stood up and shook the sand from his body. He looked around, spotting Jacob and I and wagged his tail. His little human friend wasn't here and the puppy know by the look on my face that I didn't want to play and so he circled once, twice and then a third time before flopping back onto the sand and closing his eyes. The sound of my mother’s voice catching the puppy’s attention for a second with is raised her and perked up ears. But when there wasn't anything more he tucked his nose under his paws and went back to sleep.

I didn’t want to go into the house I knew who was in there and I was happy to say out here alone with Jacob for as long as possible. “And you want all those things with Cordi? There’s never been a time when you didn't think that the two of you just wanted different things from life? That maybe there is someone one better suited for you and the things you want?” My questions were unfair and I knew the moment I asked them I shouldn't have said anything. I had ruined in my mind the peace that we shared and I wanted to run from it.

“I think that was my mother again. I’m not sure what she’ll do if she has to come out for a third time and holler for us.” That was a lie, I knew what would happen and I wanted to avoid the lecture that was sure to come. I didn’t want to know the answer to my questions and stood up, my chest brushing against Jacob as I got up. I tried to ignore the jolt of pleasure that ran through my body but couldn’t stop the light blush from coloring my cheeks. Passing Riddick I bent down at the hips and pet the top of his head waking him up. “Come on pup.” I whispered stand upright again before repeating the movement to pick up my dress and Cordi’s long ago abandoned boots, the sock safely tucked inside. When I looked back at Jacob I realized just how I would have looked to him with my ass pointed straight at him as I bent over. My blush deepened and I prayed that maybe it had been overlooked.

 

[saedo]

My words hung in the air for a few uncomfortable moments. I immediately began to wonder if I'd said too much. God, if Nat was offended and complained to Cordi....

“Well aren’t you the total package. Smart, tall, strong, kind and you have a huge cock! Gosh, if we could just sway you from the Braves you’d be perfect.”

I couldn't help but blush a bit more as Nat saucily teased me. Still, I was so relieved that she'd decided to make light of it. "Har de har ," I sarcastically fired back. "Aren't you just so funny?" I couldn't keep the dopey grin off my face as I said it. Nat's own visage showed a similar light-hearted attitude.

“If it makes you feel any better the boys started calling me Tank. Because I could take out anyone with these.”

Instinct made me follow her hands as she briefly cupped her bikini top for emphasis. The poor fabric was overstressed as it was, so the momentary pressure of her palms sent produced an ephemeral surge in visible sideboob. I corrected quickly, but she'd definitely seen me look. I needed a similar playful remark to keep us on that even keel.

"Tank? The boys you know suck at giving nicknames. Of course, probably none of them had the southern gentility of a Braves fan." I stuck out my tongue as I finished to signal my playfulness.

Nat gave me a mock glare for half a second before smiling back at me. Success! We were just two friends giving each other the business. All fun and games.

That lasted all of ten seconds. Then Nat hit me with another of her incisive questions. “And you want all those things with Cordi? There’s never been a time when you didn't think that the two of you just wanted different things from life? That maybe there is someone one better suited for you and the things you want?”

I didn't have an easy, relaxed response to that. As before, Nat had peeled back the outer rind and laid bare the soft pulp within. I couldn't deny it. I'd had those doubts. Not openly, never openly. Openly acknowledging that certain aspects to my relationship with Cordelia hinted that our futures might not be on the same path also prompted a very uncomfortable possibility. The possibility that my misgivings were right.

Ordinarily I just quickly pushed such thoughts away. But that was easy enough when it was just me in the dark of night by myself. Here in the orange glow of late afternoon sun with Nat's inquisitive eyes piercing past the superficial layers of my personality, I couldn't just flippantly deflect the inquiry. But neither could I bring myself to tell Nat that I had doubts about her sister. Not at a family reunion with four generations present. So I said nothing.

Nat seemed to pick up on my emotional discomfort fairly swiftly. A few beats later she abruptly continued the conversation as if she'd never asked those puncturing questions. “I think that was my mother again. I’m not sure what she’ll do if she has to come out for a third time and holler for us.” She rose, using my shoulder to brace herself as she clambered to her feet. She began gathering up her regular clothes.

I sat still, my mind still lingering on uncomfortable possibilities. I didn't snap back to the present till Nat bent over to pick up her boots. Her bikini bottoms provided somewhat limited coverage and bending over caused a fair portion of that meager pink triangle to slip between her cheeks. I'm not sure if "sidebutt" is a real word, but the amount of it flashing before me was enough to shake me out of my reverie.

"Right, right. Better get back," I murmured, rising to my feet. "I'll get Jordan's toys." I set about gathering all of the little one's playthings back into the bag I'd carried down.

By the time I was finished, Nat had put her boots and dress back on. She stood awaiting me to follow her back up the path. I nodded my readiness, but then interjected. "Nat, about the nickname stuff.... Don't tell Cordi, okay? I've never told her that story. It's a bit embarrassing, so it's not something I talk about. To be honest, I'm not really sure why I told you." I paused; why had I told Nat, anyway?

I shook my head and continued. "Anywise, she probably shouldn't hear something like that for the first time from someone else - you know what I mean?" Nat gave me a nod indicating she did. "Thanks."

We walked the way back in silence.

~~~~~
We were met back near the cabins by Lora. "There you two are," she said with an unsubtle amount of exasperation. "Was about to send out a search party. Now c'mon, both of you need to clean up and get changed into something nice. We're going to do the group pictures with Mother before dinner while we've still got the light." She clapped her palms for emphasis. "Chop chop!"

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Jacob blushed and my smile grew. I loved the way he smiled and my heart raced at the sight. I knew he hadn't wanted to tell me the story of his nickname but was glad that he did. It had been something that I hadn't known about him and now that I did, I felt closer to him. Warmed that he easily returned my playful teases with prods of his own. Even when he pointed out gentility of a Braves fan I gave him his moment and let it stand without a rebuttal. It was enough for me to see him smile.

He was right about one thing though, the boys at my school did suck at giving nicknames but since it was a vast improvement over 'Bug' because my name sounded like gnat, I wasn't going to complain over the name change. And I was glad for having mentioned it because when my hands cupped my breasts I saw Jacob's eyes follow. I couldn't blame him and I didn't. I hadn't meant for the action to be followed but the hot flash that burned through me when I saw him look had me wishing he would look more.

What I had seemed to be correct in was the ruined moment. Jacob hadn't answered the question and I, for the first time in my life, had been happy for my mother's timing. My mind drifted around those unanswered questions as I gathered and collected my things and helped pick up the shore side. I knew the moment that I asked them that I didn't want to know the answer but there had been that moment, when he didn't want to answer that I saw hope. I didn't know if it was doubt on his end or if I was just seeing what I wanted to see but there was a glimmer of light on the end of the tunnel. What I was going to do with what I thought to be new found knowledge I didn't know. Two sides of me warred over what to do and I was terrified that the dark side, the weak side of me would win.

When Jacob what finished gathering everything thing he approached me about the nickname and my sister. I agreed not to say anything with a nod of my head. I was too shocked to say anything. I knew something that Cordi didn't and it felt like winning the lottery. Twisted and selfish it may have been but I marveled at the feeling nevertheless. I didn't care that Jacob didn't know why he told me the story just that he did and I would keep his secret until the end of my days.

"Yeah, of course. No problem." It was the last words either of us said the rest of the way to the main cabin where my mother was waiting.

We're going to do the group pictures with Mother before dinner while we've still got the light.

I wanted to argue with my mother that pictures weren't done on the first night. That pictures were done on the second and last. But she finalized the conversation by clapping her hands and dismissing us by returning to the cabin without another look back at us.

Knowing my mother's frame of mind on time I laid down everything that wasn't mine on the porch to put away later. "Chop, chop." I mimicked pushing lightly on Jacob's shoulder with a smile. Riddick predicting my mood barked and took off running towards the cabin and I followed after him. Looking back at Jacob over my shoulder so I could stick out my tongue at him. It wasn't that I was trying to taunt him into a race but I wasn't going to be the last to arrive and receive that award winning glare from my mother.

 

[saedo]

"Ah good, you made it." Cordelia looked up from the mirror where she was applying her makeup as I entered our room. "Mom heard there's rain in the forecast tomorrow. Only a 30% chance, but you know Mom. Anywise, she wants to do pictures today just in case."

She rose from her chair and stepped over to me. She'd changed into a pale yellow sundress that rather nicely fit her curves and blended well with her light tan. The lower hem stopped a few inches above her knees, leaving her long legs on display down to her matching yellow heels. Cordelia always did dress well.

Cordi stood on her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Gonna need to change clothes, big boy. I'll lay out something nice for you to wear while you grab a shower."

Cordelia's dress showed off a fairly demure amount of cleavage, but standing next to her gave me the vantage point to see just how deep that crevasse truly was. Given the visual stimulation I'd received on the beach, this fresh source was more than enough to rouse my libido. Plus, this delectable pair belonged to my girlfriend, so my hands were no longer figuratively tied.

I pulled Cordi in for a real kiss. I felt her lips broaden into a pleased smile against mine. Soon our mouths parted to let our tongues join in. I crushed her to me, feeling the warmth of her chest pillowing against mine. Her hands roamed my back, pulling me in tighter.

Much groping and fondling continued, ending with me lifting her off the ground and pinning her body against the wall with my own. She had by now found my throbbing cock bulging through my swim trunks; lifting one of her thighs level with my waist, she managed to grind herself against it through our clothes. I growled at the barrier and reached beneath her dress for her panties.

"Jacob, we can't," she moaned softly. When my fingers tugged down her panties past her right hip, she repeated herself more firmly. "Jacob, we can't."

"C'mon, I'll be quick," I countered.

She laughed, but shoved against my chest in a firm signal that playtime was over. "Please, you're never quick. You've got the sexual stamina of a moose. You'd make us late for sure." She glanced in the mirror and frowned. "I'm gonna have to redo my makeup as it is."

I stepped back, my expression sour. "Dammit, Cordi, it's been forever since we were together."

Cordelia smiled sympathetically and shifted into a conciliatory tone. "I know, hun, I know. It's been way, way too long; believe me, I want to fuck you just as bad. But we've got less than an hour before the photos and Mom will go ballistic if I'm late.


She glanced down at the bulge in my swim trunks. " And before you ask, no, I can't suck you off. You cum like a fire hose. I can't be having you splatter my dress and hair." Her eyes twinkled slightly. "Besides, you get like this, I can barely fit your cock in my mouth as it is."

"Sorry, hun." She patted me on the shoulder and handed me a towel. "Maybe tonight after the get-together we can get some alone time. In the meantime, all I can offer you is a cold shower." She pointed down the hall. "Second door on the left."

"Cold fucking shower," I grumbled as I grabbed the towel. I removed my T-shirt and wrapped the towel around my waist to conceal the prominent bulge in my trunks. Thoroughly dissatisfied with my situation, I left the room and headed in search of the bathroom.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Earlier this spring I had visited with Gma and helped her clean out the attic. It was one of those things I had promised to help with but for one reason or another neither of us had gotten around to it. It took the entire weekend to bring down all the boxes and a few more days after that to sort though the boxes. I had a blast as I followed Gma down memory lane complete with embarrassing pictures of the family and baby clothes. All those were carefully repacked in plastic storage boxes but the half a dozen or so boxes filled with Gma's old clothes were set aside to be given away. When I voiced my interest in some of the 50's style dresses Gma was more then happy to give me anything that I wanted. In the end I took all the boxes promising that I would go through them later and pick out what I wanted and give the rest away.

The truth was I loved nearly everything that had been packed away and I had spent the next few months tailoring what I loved to fit my new curves. It was beyond my normal tomboy fashion what with all the dresses and sweetheart cut necklines that I had expected mom to love it. It had the directly opposite effect, she hated it and couldn't understand why I didn't just wear what she bought me or buy new nice things.

Riddick would have made it to the cabin first if he hadn't been distracted by the lazy fluttering butterfly and I tapped him on the head as I passed him knowing he would follow. "Want some water?" It hadn't been a far run but he was just a puppy and had flopped down on the cool tile in the kitchen the moment he trotted into our temporary home. "Here ya go." I pulled a flat bottomed cool whip bowl from under the counter and filled it up with water and left the puppy to lap happily at the water as I set off to collect my bath things for a shower.

"Oh." All happiness died in my chest when I saw Cordi. I had managed to avoid her so far and knew that my luck would never hold out for the entire visit. Still knowing that I would have to see my sister and actually seeing her was two different things.

Cordelia stared down at her sister with cold eyes and said nothing. A long tense moment passed where neither sister said a thing, both eyeing up the other and judging on what could be seen. "Hi."

I hated the way Cordi's voice got all lofty and uninterested when she spoke to me. As if I were some fledgling in her way and of no importance and not her kid sister. "Hey." I grunted out of obligation. Knowing that was all either of us would say to the other we split up going our separate ways. I knew by the sundress that she wore that she had already showered and I thanked the Gods for that little blessing. That woman could take hours in the bathroom if you let her. More it felt like if she knew I needed it.

Once in the safety of my room, behind a closed and locked door I soundlessly screamed my hate at my sister. I liked to think that I was a fairly forgiving person, that I had an open mind and was a generally nice person but when it came to Cordi I was the worst parts of me that I could be. I was angry, jealous, rude and short tempered. An all out bitch that rivaled the bitchiness that I knew was the core of Cordi.

Tremors ran down my spine as I yanked my bag out of the closet and pulled my toiletries and robe out, flinging the duffle on the small double bed when I was done. I would have stayed in my current mood had it not been the sound of the front door opening and closing. I knew from the sound of the footsteps that Jacob was back and I smiled, my hands tingling at the remembered feeling of his skin. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me throwing such a childish fit so I put on a smile and hurried to the bathroom. I didn't take nearly as long as my sister did in the shower but I was still a girl and I wanted to wash my hair.

I counted it lucky that I didn't see Jacob in passing, I had changed out of my clothes in the room and put on my favorite cotton robe. My mother hated it because of it's gaudy colors. I like it the colors and how I always thought of spring when I wore it. I also liked the way it wrapped around my body, clinging to my chest and belting around my hips. It's short cut stopping mid to high thigh meant that I usually wore shorts under it but as I was just heading to the bathroom down the hall I was risking it today by not wearing anything under it but a smile.

In the shower I did all the necessary things, washed my face, my body and my hair. Also part of my routine was brushing my teeth and touching up places that needed to be shaved. My friends used to tease me about my obsessive maintenance down there. How I would trim, shave and cut different shapes even though I didn't have a boyfriend. It wasn't for boys that I did it, I like looking neat and clean and did it for myself. Right now I was sporting a cute little diamond trimmed short, a shade or two darker then the rest of my hair.

Less then fifteen minutes later I turned off the shower and dried off. On the sink was my toiletries bag and my iphone. I was still disastrous with makeup and stood in front of the mirror naked with my open bag of makeup trying to figure out what I wanted to do and what I could accomplish. Despite what people said about painting and make up I didn't think they were very similar. I was good at art, painting and drawing but lacked that flair that makeup required.

With the help of my phone I pulled up a picture of a muted smokey blue eye makeup look that I felt confident that I could replicate and pulled the colors that I would need. Thanks to my mom I had more makeup then I knew what to do with but with tips from the step by step tutorial I had my eyes made up perfectly. I almost couldn't believe how perfect they came out and caught myself blinking and smiling at the mirror with pride. The only other bit of makeup I added was a satin blushing nude lipstick. It was a fairly easy process before I combed out my hair and pulled to one side and clipping it in place in a side swept look that I knew that when dried naturally would curly around themselves if twisted in it's semi wet state that it was in. To insure that my hair would keep the curls that I wanted when dried I parted and twisted the freed ends of my hair into a rope braid that I could comb out with my fingers before the picture was taken.

All that I needed to do was return to my room and get dressed. I knew it would drive mother crazy that I had picked out one of the tailored dresses from Gma to wear for this year's family picture. I was proud that I had been able to take one of Gma's summer dress and fashion it into a cute garden dress, something that not only fit my chest like a second skin but cinched and belted at the waist before flaring out in a gathered skirt stopping a few inches above the knee. I would further enrage my mother by not wearing shoes, just as Gma had done when she had taken the family picture years before my birth in the very same dress.

Shrugging on my robe but not bothering to belt it yet I collected my things and cleaned up the sink surface. I had accidentally spilled a small jar of loose shimmery diamond translucent glitter and wanted to save the rest of the family from being attacked by the minuscule bits of snow glimmering glitter. I knew from a first hand experience how impossible this stuff was to wipe off and knew that I would be covered by subtle rouge grains of glitter for the rest of the day and would more then likely infect anyone I touched with a single spot or two for their own.

 

[saedo]

My trip to the shower proved short. I neared the door and heard the sound of running water. Great. Just fucking great.

Not knowing what else to do, I returned to the room. Cordelia looked up at me in surprise, her arms full of my linen suit. She draped it across the bed and looked at me curiously. "Why aren't you in the shower?"

"Occupied."

Her blonde brows knit together. "Dammit, it's probably Nat. I saw her downstairs just before you arrived." She looked at her gold wristwatch. "Shit! The little bitch will be in there for 20 minutes and that leaves you hardly any time to shower."

Her ordinarily sweet lips pursed with frustration. "Fuck this," she declared vehemently. "I'm not going to let her screw this up!" Cordelia squared her shoulders and launched herself towards the door. "If I have to drag her ass out of there--!"

My hand closed firmly around her upper arm. "Cordi, just stop."

She jerked forward, her mind clearly made up. "No, Jacob, I'm going. I'm not going to have Mom all upset at you being late because of her!"

Ordinarily I preferred to avoid Cordelia when she'd built up a head of steam. Like her mother, she became like a runaway locomotive when she'd built up sufficient momentum. Acquiescence was simply easier than rationalizing with her.

But not today. I'd had enough things annoy and frustrate me already. I was tired of just taking it for the sake of propriety.

My fingers closed a bit more tightly and I gave Cordelia a firm yank. It wasn't much, but it was enough to snap her back to facing me. Her eyes shot wide. I was ordinarily very gentle with her, but I could see in her gaze that she was remembering just how much stronger and heavier I was.
"No."

"But Jacob!"

"No."

"But--!"

I just held up my index finger.

"Okay, " she whispered.

I released her arm. "Now you know as well as I that you were probably half an hour in the bathroom getting ready yourself, so we're going to let Nat have her time, too. It's only fair. Besides, if you go in there, you know you're going to wind up in a huge argument and that will definitely mess up the photos. Let's just keep the peace."

Cordelia pointed to her watch. "Don't worry," I assured her. "I have that covered. I can cut time by soaping and scrubbing up out here. Then I just dash in the shower and rinse off. Two minutes and I'm done. Plenty of time to get dressed and get to the photos."

Cordelia let out her breath in a huff. "Fine. I suppose. Let me finish laying out your suit."

I stripped down and dug into my bag for shampoo. I couldn't exactly lather up my dry hair, but eventually I worked it in sufficiently. The soap likewise felt a bit tacky absent any water, but I eventually managed to cover my skin in pale white whorls. Now all I needed was to rinse off.

"Okay, everything is ready," Cordelia announced. She gave me a quick once over. "You look silly." Her gaze dropped lower. "Well, all save that. Jesus, that thing's a monster." Her eyes flicked back up to mine. "Make sure you cover that up in the hall. I don't think Nat's even seen one, so a glimpse of that and you'll scare her into being a lesbian." She gave me a mean smirk; tough older sister to the end.

"Alright, I'm headed over to the main house. You hurry up and get there as soon as you can." Cordelia waved and whisked out the door.

I gathered up the towel and wrapped it around my waist before heading down the hall. The door was closed, but no sound of pouring water emanated from within. Finally. I reached for the doorknob...

...only to have it pivot out of reach as the door opened. I had a brief glimpse of Nat backing out towards me. Then she pivoted on her heel, which swung her directly into me.

The unexpected collision surprised both of us. Nat had been toweling at her hair with one hand while cradling several jars tubes, and cases of makeup in the crook of her arm. The collision dislodged a jar, so I gallantly lunged and caught it.

Unfortunately, this dislodged the towel about my waist. I reached frantically with my left hand and snagged both end before they slipped completely off my hips, preventing total exposure. But I was pretty sure that that for a brief half-second, the tight trimmed curls of my groin might have been on visible.

No, it'd been too fast. She probably wasn't looking in the right direction. Nah, I was fine.

I looked at Nat's face. Her widened pupils were gazing at my waistline. I was assuredly not fine.

It was at this point that I realized that the flaps of Nat's silk robe weren't completely closed. Whether she'd forgotten to tie the belt shut or the knot had come undone just now, I couldn't tell. But I was now aware that perhaps an inch-wide gap ran down her torso. My eyes unbidden followed the strip down, diving into her cleavage, admiring the smoothness of her belly..... Was that a...diamond?

My conscience caught up to my eyes and yanked my gaze skyward before it could browse any lower just as Nat gave an embarrassed squeak and tugged the gap closed. Unfortunately, my eyes next fell on hers. . For a few agonizing seconds, we just stared at each other, both equally mortified to have briefly glimpsed a highly inappropriate amount of one another. I desperately wanted look away, but I couldn't.

I felt a brief surge of relief when Nat broke the unwanted staring contest. Then I saw her saucer-sized pupils widen into dinner plates and realized just how much worse things had just become.

Ignored and frustrated all day,, my libido had now foresworn obedience. Having glimpsed Nat's nearly naked body, it had decided to proclaim my sincere approval. The erection now blooming beneath my towel was fully covered, but the shifting bulge beneath the terrycloth was unmistakable. And there was no way I could mentally coax it to disappear.

Once again our eyes locked in another temporary siege of mortified horror. The embarrassment felt carved into my cheeks. For the first time, we both made faltering attempts at speech. We managed some only a few vowels: "Uh, I, ah, I, ah, uh, um, I...."

After a short eternity of agonizing humiliation, our instincts for self-preservation finally kicked in. With still no words exchanged, we simultaneously lunged past one another. As the bathroom door slammed shut behind me, I heard the rapid thump of Nat's feet accelerating down the hall. A second later, a bedroom door slammed shut.

I leaned against the bathroom door, too weary to stand. My heart hammered in my chest like a jackhammer. I was safe. For now.

The cold water tamed my unruly erection. I rinsed off as quickly as I could, but I was shivering as I turned off the shower. I dried off quickly, then faced the door.

I creaked open a crack. No sign of anyone. I opened it enough to let me look both directions. Coast was clear. Now my feet thumpity-thump-thumped as I dashed for the shelter of my bedroom. I didn't start to relax until I'd locked the door behind me.

I dressed in my suit. What else was there to do? I wanted to flee, but Lora would hunt me down with bloodhounds if my absence disrupted her family photo. I had to go. Which meant facing Nat. Which meant...

Which meant....

I had no fucking idea.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

I had wanted to keep my bathroom time to twenty minutes for less but with everything that I had to do I knew I was pushing it. I didn't even bother putting the makeup back into the toiletry bag, instead just scooping it all up in my arms in a mad dash to hurry up. Fumbling with my wet towel as I opened the door. I spared the bathroom one last look as I left, surveying the earlier mess area for any left over glints of light. There didn't seem to be any, which meant the rest of the family was safe and I was permitted to return to my room absolute in my mindset that I wouldn't get yelled at by mom or Cordi for making a mess.

Ever the mischief maker the same jar of glitter that had unscrewed itself like magic was the very thing to jump ship from my arm at the slighted jostle. Being fair to the glitter running into Jacob was a bit more then a double step over a winkle in the carpet. He was a man; hot, hard and... OH MY! When I had thought hot I meant warm blooded, good looking and when I said hard I had meant the muscles being hard. Though that was technically a muscle too...

He had tried to be a gentleman, tried to save my falling jar of glitter when his towel started to work free. I'm sad to report that his towel had been the priority between the two. The jar forgot about on the floor between us. I tore my eyes away form the hints at golden wisps and up to his face. I didn't want to get caught staring but had a feeling the look on my face gave me away.

While I wasn't the connoisseur that my sister had been at my age I had seen enough, okay two and the internet to know that what Jacob had was a gift from the gods. Did one thank Eros or Aphrodite for something like that? I was willing to bet that it was the work Himeros in some way. It just sounded like something the erote of uncontrollable desire would do. I mean how could any woman get a look at that and not wet at the idea of it.

I wanted to say something funny, to tease him about the accuracy of his nickname but my mouth refused to say a word. My heart was hammering in my chest and I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. I was suddenly happy he had picked the towel over the glitter, if this was the way I was reacting seeing it cover I couldn't imagine what my reaction would be seeing it bare. Knowing my lack of restraint I would probably try and touch it and that would only make matter better. No, wait! Worse, touching him would be bad, so so bad...

Jacob's eyes lowed and I watched his face as he saw me, not me as in Cordi's sister but me. Warmth burst in my chest and it felt like my heart would explode for beating so fact until I remembered that I hadn't tied the belt close. "Ek!" The sound came out of nowhere and of all the things that would have make me blush is was squeaking in front of Jacob that put color in my cheeks.

That line had been crossed, this was now officially awkward. Funny how the idea of almost seeing him was fine by me but the idea that he might had seen me and a whole lot of me turned it for me. Despite how I had blossomed on the outside I was still the spindly little girl that was never going to be as pretty as her sister on the inside. And having the man who knew my sister's body best having maybe seen mine made it painfully evident that I was still in the shadow of the ever perfect Cordelia.

I looked away, I had to. I was on the verge of tears. Man what a roller coaster these last few hours, really it was only second but it felt like hours, had been. Every emotion was a heady rush only to be conquered by the next that was that much stronger, leaving me a raw mess of feelings that I couldn't disentangle from one another. I wanted nothing more at the moment then to run away. Running away felt like the safest thing to do.

"Uh, I, ah, I, ah, uh, um, I...."

Great it seemed Jacob was in the same boat as me, wanting to get as far away from me as possible. I don't know who moved first but the millisecond that it started cued the mad dash to put space between us and the strained bathroom incident. The bathroom door closed before I even got to my room, I was just moments behind Jacob's slam of the door and took refuge behind the closed and for the first time locked door.

I need time to relax, to remember how to breath and ease my heart into a steady beat. I counted a full sixty seconds before I tried in the calmest manor I could muster to dress. Even with as hard as I tried the first attempt at putting the dress on had me fighting with it to fit properly while being backwards. The second try was only slightly better, I had at least managed to put it on the right way but everything fought me. My finger trembled and refused to tie a bow, my breasts warred against the bodice pushing obscenely against it and up over the top. With as tight as the top of the dress was there wasn't enough room to fit a bra, not that my gravity defying need one. There was a slight pull to my breast but with as heavy was they were there was bound to be something. Having perfectly perky breast would have been a miracle and would have definitely would have kidnapped me for science or for the practical study for plastic surgeons trying to perfect the man made breasts.

When at last the dress fit the way I wanted it to I spun on my heel and stared at the door. My mind drifted back to what happened between my and Jacob. I remembered what I had see, the way it tented the towel, the adrenaline spike at having almost seen it and the lustful need I had to see more. I concentrated only on the good, before Jacob had been me and compared me to Cordi. My heart rate started to pick up as my mind created a fantasy of what should have happened. Jacob would have told me how beautiful I was, that the reason he was hard was because of me, how he wanted me.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the door feeling safe in the sound of the running shower. I wanted to be at the main cabin and out of sight when Jacob was finished with his shower but for now I played. My hand cupped my breast, fingers rubbing over the fabric as my nipple started to harden. In my mind Jacob grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, my makeup and our towels falling to the ground. He pushed the entire frame of his body against me, moving so the satiny silk of my robe caressed us both. I could feel that hard length hot against my skin as he parted the robe and kissed.

My free hand trailed down my body and past the edge of my dress, nails lightly raking up my skin as I pulled my dress up. My shaven lips were staring to dampen, the silk pantie clinging to my mound as I softly petting from the top of the band to...

"Shit!" The water had just turned off and I fumbled with my dress straightening it out as I ran from my room, pausing to crate Riddick before exiting the cabin door before Jacob could see me.

I was out of breath by the time I got to the main cabin, it wasn't far but my heart and lungs refused to work together and I hid my plight by chasing the younger cousins until a time that it seemed acceptable that I was out of breath.

"Oh come on Bugs." Whine Clyde as I called an end to the game of tag, in which I was 'It'.

My eyes narrowed and my smiled died hearing that nickname. "Where did you hear that?" I tried to make my voice light but I knew only one person here would openly call me by that name.

"Aunt Cordelia said that's what everyone calls you." For a seven year old he was sure manipulable.

I shook my head setting into correction mode. "First off she's not your Aunt, shes your cousin just like me. Second off I don't like being call Bug so if you could please refrain from calling me that again."

Clyde puckered his lips in thought. "But Aunt Cordelia told me to call her Aunt because it was respectful. And she also said you liked the name."

I sighed trying to remember that he was a kid and didn't understand the tension between me and my sister. "Well I don't and I can't promise to show you where Gma hides the good candy if you keep calling me Bug." It was bribery and I knew it but short of hand the kid money I would try anything to stop him from calling me Bug. I could just see it now, all the little cousins joining in on calling me Bug 'because it's just so catchy'.

"Really! Okay, Nat." Clyde said eyes bright with hope a finding the hidden stash of candy.

He had stressed the use of my name but I was happy to hear it and ruffled his sand blond hair. "After dinner I'll show it to you, just no more Bugs." I reminded him wagging my finger at him.

Clyde nodded already running off to the other cousins.

"And don't you go telling anyone." I called after him. His answer was an arm thrown up in the air and flapped about. For a seven year old I guess that was as good as I was going to get.

"Time for pictures!"

I cringed at the sound of my mother and trudged back to the cabin.

"What are you wearing?" Lora asked her daughter when she spotted her stomping up the cabin stairs. She swore her daughter did this to her on purpose knowing how much that 50's rockabllie whatnot nonsense got under her skin.

"Hmm?" I had heard my mother perfectly but was using any excuse not to answer her. I didn't want the fifth degree about class and style.

"Oh sweetheart!" Gma's voice cooed behind my mom. "It looks wonderful!"

I beamed at Gma and swooshed past my mom putting more sway in my hips, more movement in the dress then necessary. The glare only feeding my smile.

"When you told me how many of the dresses you were keeping I had a hard time seeing you being able to wear them as they were." Evelyn's hand reached out and played with one of the gathered bits in the skirt. "And you're even barefoot. Just like I was when I wore that dress."

Together Gma and granddaughter shared a smile while Lora clenched her jaw outraged to see that her daughter had in fact gone barefooted.

"Wait till Gpa sees you." Evelyn could recall the date she had worn that same dress perfectly. They had just finished the first of many additional cabins and they had both worked up a sweat but for reasons that had nothing to do with painting the cabin walls. In fact it was a kicked over can of paint in a vulnerable that had lead to going barefooted. One just couldn't wear cream shoes with green paint splattered on them with that dress.

When Gpa saw me he smiled and shared a look with Gma that I didn't miss but didn't understand. After telling me how lovely I looked he joined the gathering group of family and hand in hand with Gma they settled in the middle of the group and let the family form around then as different voice directed different members of the family. It was chaos and I was slow in joining my mother where she waved and called for the members of our little family group. I smiled to myself thinking of how we were normally in the front because I was so short but this year we had Jacob. A very tall Jacob. It would be a mess and I silently thanked Cordi for bringing him for more reasons then just the wrench he was going to throw into the family line.