Madison turned to the side, straightened her back, pushed her chest out a little… He’ll like this, she thought to herself, he’ll have to… It wasn’t the skimpiest bikini in the world, but it showed off far more skin than she typically allowed. Not that she wasn’t good looking. Not even that she was modest. She knew she was pretty. Her boyfriend Tyler knew it too. Sure, she was no model, and yeah, she was much more conservative in her dress and attitude than most other college-bound girls… But not every good-looking female had to skimp around in next-to-nothing in a desperate plea for attention.
She put a white t-shirt over herself; it was flimsy enough that you could still see the faint blue outline of her top through it. Got to leave *something* to the imagination. Tyler would be over soon and she was excited to be ready for him. More nervous excitement than she was comfortable with, though. The problem was that she usually liked to go over to his place. He lived a normal life. But her boyfriend was dying to swim with her on this beautiful sunny day. And Madison was the one with the pool at her house.
Or mansion, as it would typically be called.
It wasn’t something she bragged about. In fact, it was something she preferred ignored. She didn’t grow up rich. Her mom raised her alone and worked relentlessly to provide a decent home for her. It wasn’t until Madison was in high school that her mother remarried. And she remarried big, as the neighbors would say. Her new stepfather was eminently successful and had no qualms about enjoying the luxuries in life.
Madison, however, was uncomfortable with any opulent display of wealth. She hadn’t grown up with it. Hadn’t ever really admired it. A daughter always admires her mother, and her mother worked for a living. Saved her money. So that’s where that ethic came from. In short, Madison was a reserved, quiet, normal girl who by happenstance came into money that she didn’t really care for. Sure, it may be hard to believe, but not everyone is spoiled.
She trotted downstairs to go to the kitchen and get some drinks ready. Her parents were out of town (on business together, that’s how they met) and so she had the place to herself. Mostly. Her shoulders tensed and her mouth screwed into a little frown when she saw the refrigerator door already open.
As if sensing her arrival, it carelessly swung shut to reveal her… co-habitant… Amber.
“Hey sis,” she said dismissively, turning away with a carton of yogurt.
Madison hated it when she said that. They were step-sisters. Completely different. There was no way she could be related to her.
“Hi,” she replied. “What are you doing here?”
Amber tilted back and rolled her eyes. “Oh I don’t know, getting food maybe?” She was about to continue on her way when she noticed something. “Why, what’s the problem… Wait a minute…” and suddenly there was that devilish little grin. That mocking smirk that Madison fucking hated. “What are you wearing there, young lady? Is that a bikini? Am I high?”
Madison crossed her arms over her stomach. Jesus, don’t screw with me. Not today. “Yeah, so what?”
“What’s the occasion? Oh- wait- please let me guess. Could it be, hmm… your booooyfriend?” She said it in this sing-song voice, as condescending as humanly possible.
Amber was only twenty-one, just a few years Madison’s senior. But ever since they moved in together, she would relentlessly patronize her little sister. They were, after all, in many ways polar opposites. Amber was just a little bit taller, a little bit leaner. She had long, straight dark hair that flowed down across her naturally slender shoulders. Madison kept her blond hair shorter, just curling to her neck.
Amber loved money. Loved shopping. Loved looking good. She was raised that way and she enjoyed it. If a shirt didn’t show at least a little midriff, a little cleavage… Then what the fuck were you? A nun? So whenever Madison wore something remotely sexy, she would have a field day teasing her about it. Not that she wouldn’t tease her about dressing boring either. Damned if you do…
“Shut up,” Madison retorted flatly and moved to the fridge, trying to brush off her irritation.
“Aw, don’t be mean. I think it’s cute.” Amber didn’t need to be seen to know the sarcastic smile she wore. “I’m sure he’ll like it. Boys like it when girls dress sexy for them. He’s probably tired of only seeing me half-naked.”
Madison’s face boiled red. “Yeah, he probably is tired of seeing you. But it’s hard not to notice when you parade around like a…” she cut herself short.
Amber’s eyes narrowed, her lips parted as she took in a slow breath. “Like a what.” It was a statement more than a question.
“Ugh, never-mind. Just leave us alone.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Have fun working on your tan, Barbie.” It was a common stab at Madison that she used. Amber was fair-skinned. Not pale by any stretch, but she could never attain that natural golden hue that was stereotypically popular. As a result, she lashed out at Madison’s darker skin, always condemning her as looking like ‘every other girl’.
“At least I can get one,” she reflexively muttered back.
Amber stopped in her tracks.
Argh, why didn’t I keep my mouth shut!
Without turning around, Amber pulled the spoon of yogurt out of her mouth. “Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to think it’s a problem. Guess he likes a little variety, huh?”
Madison’s skin started to burn. She despised the insinuation that Tyler was interested in her step-sister. It was an insecurity she would never admit to anybody. “Uh huh- keep dreaming.”
Amber flipped around, “I’m not blind, sis. I see how he looks at me.”
“Everyone looks at you because you’re a freak.”
She answered with a sharp laugh. “Now who’s dreaming!” she took another slow spoonful, as if contemplating. “Well maaaaybe you’re right. Maybe I’ll lay out at the pool today too. Try to get pretty like my little sister.”
A lump quickly materialized in Madison’s throat. Shit. Shit shit shit.
“What, no comment now?” Amber teased.
“Do whatever you want,” she tried to be as nonchalant as possible. Of course she didn’t believe her own voice, but hopefully Amber would…
“Well, I’ll think about it,” she smiled. “I’m sure it’d be sooo fun… But Becca is comin’ over to go out with me,” she paused for a moment. “Pity… I wouldn’t mind saying hello to Tyler…”
Madison inwardly boiled. “Oh well. Have fun with your lez,” she sneered, slamming the fridge shut. Becca was Amber’s best friend, and it wasn’t any secret that she wasn’t into guys. She knew it was a feeble attempt at an insult, but it was the best she could come up with.
Amber rolled her eyes. “If you’re jealous, I’m sure you could ask her nicely. You know, she probably even thinks you’re cute… in that, I dunno, innocent sort of way? Whatever.”
“Ugh!” The very insinuation offended Madison.
Finally Amber left and returned to her “room”; the small guest house attached to the property. It was positioned off to the side of the yard, overlooking a small hill down to the pool. Madison couldn’t help but seethe, picturing her step-sister peeking down at her and Tyler. Laughing. Scheming. Mocking. At least she’s going out with her dumb friend. Probably shopping for the third time this week.
She tried to push it out of her mind. The last thing she needed was to be in a bad mood when Tyler arrived. This was going to be a fun day. Nice relaxation in the pool… She would definitely flirt with him, get him going today. A little smile played across her face. She knew where they would end up. After all, no parents were around. They got surprisingly little alone time between the two of them. It would be easier once the summer ended and they left for college together… But until then…
She’d managed to sneak some wine coolers for the weekend and put them in a bucket of ice to be by the water. Still feeling uncomfortably tense, she decided to crack one open early to try and take the edge off. He doesn’t care that I have money. He’s a genuine nice guy. He doesn’t care about Amber… The echoing chime of the doorbell shook her out of her thoughts. Showtime!
She trotted over to the entryway and opened the door. There was Tyler, smile on his face, light blue board shorts and a white t-shirt. His eyes immediately roamed down her body and rested on the bikini bottoms. “We match,” he greeted.
Madison giggled reflexively, “We are! Guess we were just meant for each other.” She moved out of the way to let him in.
“So how’s it goin’? I see you, uh, started without me,” he smirked, gesturing toward the drink in her hand.
“Oh ha ha. Yours is in the kitchen. And there’s plenty more we can take out with us.”
“Hmm, trying to get me wasted already?”
She playfully stuck her tongue out. “Don’t get any naughty ideas, mister!” and her little body spun around to lead him to the next room. Her ass wiggled in that way that inevitably draws a boy’s attention to it… She stifled her own smile, knowing Tyler was oblivious of her conscious act.
Before long, the two were sitting together on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water as they chatted with each other, drinks in hand. Madison giggled and splashed with her feet, teasing out the time before they actually jumped in. She knew her boyfriend was anxious to find an excuse and get their shirts off… but she liked to make him work for it a little bit.
Soon enough, he just came out and asked, “So, shall we swim?”
“Mmm… maybe,” she said sweetly. “I don’t wanna get burnt though. We’ll need sunscreen.”
“No prob. Where is it?”
“I think I left it in the kitchen… I’ll go get it,” she got up from the pool and tousled her boyfriend’s hair. “Don’t go anywhere!”
Trotting into the kitchen, she looked all over the counters but couldn’t find it. Could’a sworn I left everything out here. Hmm… She made her way to the nearest bathroom to check for it there, but to no avail. What the hell. Did I forget to even bring it down? Next, she rushed up the stairs to the main bathroom connected to her bedroom. But she searched all over and couldn’t find it.
“Damn it!” she huffed to herself. Glancing in the mirror, she pulled a few strands of loose hair back behind her ears and tried to straighten up a smile. Oh well. I’ll look outside again, and then just forget about it.
As she returned downstairs, she recognized the faint sound of talking. For a half second, her mind tricked her into thinking that it was one of the TVs on in the background. Shit! Her heart sank. It was coming from outside. Goddamn Amber! Madison hurried to the backdoor, trying to remain composed.
“Yeah… I’d love to stay and hang out, but Becca and I have plans, you know?” She was wearing a ridiculously short jean miniskirt and a black halter top… showing off her legs, stomach, tits…
“Have fun,” Tyler replied amicably, “Madison’ll be out any minute.”
Some twisted, suspicious part of Madison kept her stuck at the door… watching them. Good, he isn’t flirting with her. He’s behaving… Then she realized he had his shirt off, and her face grew hot. What the* hell* is he doing?!
“Yeah, what’s taking her so long anyway? I feel bad leaving you all alone. I mean, the sunscreen is here after all…”
That bitch! How did she have it? She realized Tyler had the tube in his hand now and was rubbing the cream into his stomach and side.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do your back real quick?” she cooed sweetly.
“Uh- that’s okay. Thanks…”
Amber then suddenly reached out and put the palm of her hand on his chest, rubbing it up to his left shoulder. “You had a big glob still… and you missed a spot,” she giggled. “Sorry, it was annoying me…” She didn’t take her hand off. And Tyler didn’t move.
Madison swung the door open and finally strode back out to the pool. “Oh! You found it,” she announced loudly, trying to sound casual and not pissed as hell.
Tyler jumped and took an awkward step back from Amber, holding up the tube. “Yeah, your sister- uh, saw it somewhere…”
Amber’s hand languidly pulled away from Tyler’s skin as if she hadn’t done a thing wrong. “There you are! I was wondering how long I’d have to keep him company!” Her sweet smile brimmed with mocking derision.
“Uh huh,” Madison answered with the same condescension. “Thanks for being such a sweetheart. Now I guess you can go. Don’t keep your girlfriend waiting.” She looked around, but couldn’t find Becca anywhere. Probably already in the car.
“You’re right,” Amber ignored the insinuation. “See you two lovebirds later. Maybe we’ll join you in the pool when we get back.” Her eyes trailed away from Madison’s and locked onto Tyler’s. “Would that be fun?” she asked him.
“Suuure…” he tried to sound as friendly but neutral as possible.
“Ah!” Amber brought her hand up to her cheek in that flirtatious way. “He’s just so sweet! If only he were just a little more single…” she directed the comment at no one in particular.
Madison couldn’t think up anything witty or clever to respond with. Fuck you! Go away, bitch!
Tyler stifled a smile and took an awkward step back, towards Madison. “Ha, well I guess you’re outta luck.”
Amber clicked her tongue. “Guess so…” she emphasized teasingly and finally began to walk off. “See you two later!”
“So what was that all about?” Madison couldn’t help blurting it out as soon as Amber was out of sight.
“What?” Tyler attempted to shrug the situation off. “She found the sun tan stuff.”
“And you couldn’t wait for me? What, did she beg you to take your shirt off for her?”
He put up his hands in defense. “Madison, stop freaking out. I took it off before I even saw her, I thought you were gonna be, like, thirty seconds.”
She huffed and tried to calm herself down. Maybe he’s right. Amber was probably just trying to make a scene to tick me off…
“Besides,” he continued, “Why would I hit on your sister when I already have you?” He’d taken a step closer and brought his arms up to her shoulders, squeezing affectionately.
“Step-sister,” she corrected, feeling him work into her tense muscles. Despite finally starting to relax, she couldn’t let it go, not just yet… “So you would hit on her if you weren’t already dating me, huh?”
Tyler’s eyes narrowed, not sure if his girlfriend was being facetious or not. Suddenly his hands dropped down to her sides and held her tight. “Hey!” she squealed, but it was too late. He was already pulling the both of them to the edge of the pool. “No! Wait!”
“Nope, it’s time for somebody to cool off!” he said in a mock authoritative tone. Next thing they knew, the two had launched off the ground as Tyler lifted themselves into the water. Madison shrieked one last time before they splashed in, and once she resurfaced, she couldn’t help but smile at her boyfriend. He was grinning from ear to ear, shaking the water out of his eyes. It’s hard to stay mad at him…
“You’re gonna pay for that!” she cried, and then started splashing water at him.
They played around for a few more minutes, dunking each other under the surface and laughing. Madison waded over to the side of the pool and lifted herself out (it took her three tries; Tyler pulled her back in the other two). She finally admitted, “I’m trying to take my shirt off!”
Suddenly he was very cooperative.
Once sitting back on the edge of the pool, she really had to work to peel the thin fabric off her wet skin. Tyler gazed at her in silent admiration, watching her slim, firm stomach reveal itself inch by inch. Her whole body really did already have that perfect tan. Such a contrast to her sister… At last she reached her breasts, and they fell free of the fabric and bounced very slightly in that little blue bikini. Nice… Not quite what Amber’s got, but…
Madison’s shirt was finally off, and she tossed it behind her carelessly. “That feels better,” she remarked casually.
“Looks a lot better too,” her boyfriend smiled, coming closer to her at the edge of the pool. “Now where did I put that sun tan lotion? Wouldn’t want you to burn!” He pulled himself out of the water and got the bottle, then came back to her and sat behind her, wrapping his legs around her waist and putting his feet in the pool with hers.
“Mmm, my hero,” she purred as he snuggled into her.
He poured some of the lotion into his hand and began rubbing it into her lower back, working his way around to her sides and then running along her taut stomach. She learned her head back and cradled her neck against his shoulder. He bent down and gave her forehead a kiss as he continued to rub the sunscreen into her skin. That melted the last of the anxiety away from her.
As Tyler finished up, he commented, “We should probably let this dry a little bit before we get back in the water.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right…” She began to stand up and head for a sun chair.
Her boyfriend followed close behind and wrapped his arms around her again, stopping her in her tracks. “I have an idea of how to pass the time,” he murmured into her neck, punctuating with a kiss.
She giggled, “Not yet, silly!”
“Uh huh, and do you have a better idea?”
She spun free and looked at him with a playful face. “Did you forget already? I made sure we had some drinks…”
He smiled a sly grin. Nice. “Oh yeah! Can’t go getting dehydrated!”
The two moved back to a small table in the shade where they put their first coolers and grabbed them. Madison made a show of taking a huge swig and smiled triumphantly. Tyler tried to outshine her by chugging as much at once as he could, and it didn’t take long for liquid to spill out from his lips and stream down his cheeks. She laughed at him, “Settle down!” but kissed along his face to clean him up good-naturedly.
They returned to the sun chairs and basked in the heat for a little while, finishing off the bottles and chatting.
“Okay, I’m getting hot,” Madison finally complained. “Time to get back in. Want another drink first?”
The more the merrier… “Sure!” Tyler agreed, maybe a little too emphatically.
Within a few minutes, a bucket of ice and more wine coolers was brought out to the edge of the pool, and the young couple was back in the water splashing, swimming, flirting and playing. They alternated getting back onto the deck for drinks and then diving back in. After an hour or two, then finally settled on just lying down on the sun chairs with the sun high in the sky.
“I think I’m a liiiiittle sleepy,” Madison hummed to herself.
“Yeah, it is totally warm out…” Tyler was just as buzzed as his girlfriend. “Wanna head inside?”
“Hmmmm…” she mused. “Maybe take a little nap first? It feels nice…” She flattened out her chair completely and turned over onto her stomach. “Gimme some more sunscreen…”
He tossed the bottle over to her.
“Hey! Put it on my back!”
Her pout did not go unnoticed. Tyler lazily got out of his chair and kneeled over her, pouring more lotion into her skin, rubbing into her back.
“Mmm… That feels perfect…”
He bit the back of his tongue to prevent a sigh. There was no denying he’d been turned on all day, and straddling his girlfriend wasn’t helping. I can’t wait ’till we finally go to her room… His inhibitions were still too loose for him to care about his growing erection at his trailing thoughts. It didn’t go unnoticed.
“I can feel that,” Madison purred.
“Yeah, uh, well…”
“Better relax,” she sighed, her eyes still closed. “You don’t want me while I’m all sleepy, right? You want me to be your energetic little kitten…”
Hell yes… “Uh huh… So take your nap and I’ll play with you later…” Just play it cool. Good things come to those…
So he reluctantly rose away from her and fell back into his own seat. Closing his eyes, he tried to breathe deeply and relax, tried to nap a little and pass the time. But he could still see his girlfriend’s body; still feel the need between his legs. Just gotta chill for a little while… He tried to push his mind to think about anything else. He listened to the breeze, a bird chirping… I hope her sister doesn’t come home and interrupt us…
The tent in his shorts, which had finally subsided a few minutes earlier, suddenly began to stir back to life. The corners of his lips curled into a small smile as he recalled seeing her earlier that day in that little outfit. Suddenly he was picturing her in his girlfriend’s swimsuit…
He shook his head. Bad Tyler. He switched to the old standby of dully counting backwards from one hundred. Somewhere in the seventies he managed to stop thinking of Amber, and he finally dozed off like his girlfriend nearby.
His eyes fluttered open at the sound of the porch door shutting behind him. Tyler was immediately awash in confusion. He saw a long pair of legs standing by his chair… But out of the corner of his eye, he still saw Madison lying on her own. Trying to shake off the nap, he brought his gaze upwards. And swallowed big.
Amber looked down at him with a lofty smirk. The button on her miniskirt was undone, and her thumbs were wrapped inside the denim. “Hey sleepyhead.”
He tried to look her in the eye, but she squeezed her legs together and began to shimmy the skirt down her thighs. Tyler’s heart did a flip, but he remained petrified. What’s going on? He couldn’t quite shake the fogginess from his head. Am I drunk? He couldn’t help but stare back down to her stomach, then to her waist… still trailing down, watching as she undressed.
“Don’t tell me you guys passed out on wine coolers?” she almost laughed.
“N-no. We’re just relaxin’…”
Rolling her eyes, “If you say so… Anyways. Becca and I are back, and I thought I’d take a quick dip!” She was wearing these tiny black panties that said ‘Please Me’ on the front.
Amber kicked the skirt away as it fell to the ground and then looked down at herself. “Oh, you like them? I thought they were pretty fun too. They have another kind, tease me, but… Oh I don’t know, that seems a little too innocent, I guess. Maybe something Madison would wear?”
The mention of his girlfriend caused them both to look over at her. She was completely unaware of Amber’s return; still sleeping on her stomach. At some point, Tyler realized, she had put on her iPod. She can’t hear us…?
“Isn’t she just so cute?” she redirected his attention to herself. “Better not wake her though. She might get grumpy!”
Before he could even respond, Amber brought one leg over his chair and stood directly over him, one foot on each side. She towered right above his waist, looking down at him… Him looking up at her nude legs, trying to ignore the sight between…
“So I guess I need to put some sun stuff on first, right? I’m not really the pool-bunny type, you know. Not like my baby-sis.” She leaned down and put her left hand on his shoulder, reaching her right well past him to the bottle of lotion by his chair. Her halter top hung low and he could see right down her shirt. His eyes flew wide open as he looked, shocked that almost nothing was hidden, but he quickly averted his gaze.
“Okay, yep…” he mumbled.
Tyler began to wonder if she held that position longer than necessary. She finally leaned back up and uncapped the bottle, squirting some into the palm of her hand. “You’re not being very talkative,” she stated.
“Huh, well… You know, just woke up.”
“Don’t be borrrring!” She brought her left foot up to Tyler’s chair and nudged him over, pushing it against his hip and resting it on the seat. Next, she bent slightly and began rubbing the lotion into her thigh.
“Didn’t realize I was your entertainment,” he tried to joke.
“Don’t you wanna be?” she bounced back without missing a beat. Her hands continued to run down her leg, along her shin and calf, her right hand nearly brushing against Tyler as she reached her ankle.
“The- uh- thought… hadn’t…” he had a hard time finding the words, watching Amber’s hands like he was hypnotized, “…crossed my… mind.”
“Huh.” She brought her foot away from the chair and stood tall again. “How come?”
Tyler furrowed his brow, having no comeback to the question. He brought his hands to the edge of the chair and started to prop himself up, but Amber deftly brought her other leg over and rested her foot right on his thigh. His eyes shot down and stared at the predicament, once again feeling frozen in place.
“I mean, like, we get along pretty well. You and I.” She once again began to smooth lotion into her skin, but this time as she leaned forward, Tyler could feel the weight of her body press into his leg, pinning him.
“S-sure…” He anxiously looked over at his girlfriend again, thankfully seeing she still seemed completely oblivious.
“Anyway, I’m just saying we should probably hang out sometime. You know, so I can get to know the boy who’s stolen my little-sister’s-heart.” She smiled sweetly, punctuating the last three words with a sing-song voice. And with each passing second, her foot inched a little bit closer to Tyler’s crotch.
At first he didn’t notice what she was doing. Then he pretended not to… But as her toes reached the curve of his thigh that dipped between his legs, he couldn’t help but feel his stomach drop as his cock began to twitch.
“Is something wrong?” Her foot dug in a little closer.
“No,” he practically coughed.
“Well you’re not saying anything…” Her hands were down to her calf now, slowly trailing in little circles. His mouth went dry as he watched… practically expecting her to reach out and grab his dick. No matter how hard he tried to will himself to calm down, he could not deny the clear outline of a bulge growing against his shorts. I’m doing to die.
He looked over at Madison again, then down at his lap. Fuck… He could feel his face starting to flush. His eyes pulled up to discover Amber staring directly at him. She had one eyebrow cocked and this… indefinable smile. “If you won’t talk… will you at least make yourself useful and do me?”
What?! “Uh- heh…”
She rolled her eyes, took her foot off of him and flipped around. “Hello? My back! I can’t reach!” She let the bottle drop into his lap.
“Oh. I think you’ll be okay.”
“No way! I’m totally exposed in this thing!” she pouted, tugging at the halter-top. She was still standing over his chair and suddenly decided to crouch down. “Here, I won’t even make you get up!”
Jesus! How am I getting myself into this? She was sitting on his legs now. “Can you reach?” she asked softly. But without waiting for an answer, began to scoot backwards until her ass was nestled firmly against his erection. He could feel it. Oh god, does she know? She has to know…
He looked over at Madison again, now completely unnerved. He didn’t know what would be worse; if she stayed asleep or woke up. “I dunno if I should, Amber…”
She practically scoffed. “What’s the problem? We’re practically family. You’re like… my brother, you know? Just do my back already!”
Her sudden firm tone stunned him, and he convinced himself to comply because he didn’t want her to shout and wake his girlfriend. So he tentatively, nervously, got some lotion and pooled it into his hands, then pressed them against her upper back. She immediately reacted with a soft moan. “Mmm… Make sure to get it all over…”
And he did. What am I doing…? His hands moved slowly and deliberately, trying to be as neutral and passive as possible. But it was making it take forever. At least it seemed that way…
“Lower back too…” she prodded.
He had to pour lotion into his hand again and delicately rub it into the small of her back. She leaned forward a little bit, bringing her hands to rest on his knees, tracing his skin as she found her balance. His body shivered at the touch and he recognized she was allowing him access to the very edge of her bikini line.
“I wish I could take this top off, but there’s, like, nothing on underneath…” Tyler’s hands froze at her comment and he could just picture the grin on her face. “And that wouldn’t be so bad but, you know, we’re not that close…” She pushed her body back into him further, knowingly brushing her ass along the length of his hard-on. “…yet.”
And with that, she pulled herself off of him completely, taking a step away from the chair. She turned and stretched her arms up high, showing off every inch of skin she could for him. Her hands fell back down to her sides and she winked, “Thanks, Tyler.”
He tried to mumble a ‘no problem’ but she quickly twirled away and found herself at the edge of the pool. She brought her hands up again, getting ready to dive… He couldn’t help but admire the shape of her legs and butt, the small of her back… Then she was airborne for a second, followed by a deep splash as she submerged herself.
The loud crash jolted his girlfriend awake from her blissful nap.
Madison pushed herself up from the chair and rubbed her eyes. She noticed Tyler was already awake and looking at her with an odd smile. Pulling the buds of her iPod out of her ears, she mumbled a sleepy, “Hey…” and looked toward the pool. And there was her step-sister… What the hell is she doing here? What is she even *wearing*?! She appeared half-nude, at least some black cloth clinging to her chest, but…
“Finally awake, huh?” Tyler teased.
Her eyes flashed red. “How long have you been up? How long has she been here?”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he instantly knew he’d made a mistake. “Just like a minute! I mean, me being awake… I dunno when she got here.”
Her glare scrutinized him, then caught sight of a jean skirt next to his chair. She couldn’t think up anything to say as her throat closed in irritation.
“Ohhh look who woke up!”
The two turned their heads to the pool to see Amber holding onto the side, water dripping down her face. “Your boyfriend looked so bored by himself! Shouldn’t sleep when company’s over, sis.”
“We were relaxing, until you interrupted us,” Madison retorted.
“Oh, if you say so…” she winked at Tyler. “I invited Tyler to come join me…”
He didn’t even give his girlfriend a chance to react, “Uh- that didn’t happen.”
Amber’s jaw dropped in a little scoff. “Are you accusing me of being a bad hostess? Fine. Then I’m inviting you right now.” She cast off the edge of the pool and pushed herself back into the water, floating on her back for a few moments to show off her body, and then sinking down to wade some more.
He couldn’t decide if she was flirting or challenging… but now she was definitely ignoring both of them. He returned his attention to Madison. “Aaaanyway,” he rolled his eyes.
“You can go in if you want,” she answered flatly.
“No thanks. Unless, I mean, if you were going to go in too.”
“Maybe. It’s hot.” She got up from the chair and walked over to the bucket of drinks in the shade, taking one. Tyler had no idea how to respond. Is she playing some kind of game? She propped her sun chair back up so she could sit in it, and got back on to drink.
“Okay then. Lemme know…” and he sat back too, not knowing how to react.
The two of them remained there in silence. Madison tried to appear aloof as she enjoyed her drink. Tyler attempted to look anywhere but at her step-sister, and eventually settled on closing his eyes because he couldn’t help himself. Not that he was explicitly trying to check her out, but she was the only interesting thing going on…
For her part, Madison couldn’t decide whether to jump in or not. She didn’t want to give in to her. If I go in, then Tyler will go in, and then she’ll flirt with him. If we stay out here, she knows I’m afraid to go in. If we go inside, it’s like we’re running away… The thoughts kept turning over in her mind, stressing her out even more. By the time she finished her drink and decided to work up the gall to get in the pool, it was too late.
Madison had no sooner gotten up out of her chair when Amber began to pull herself out of the water. She cursed herself for the timing.
“Finally getting in?” Amber asked as her feet set down on the deck. Her toned body glistened with its wet sheen as she effortlessly stood tall. Madison reflexively straightened her back and tried to push her chest out a little.
“Good, ’cause I need to dry off before I go back inside! I totally didn’t bring a towel!”
Tyler tried not to stare at her chest. The halter top was completely drenched and clung mercilessly to her breasts. He could make out nearly every detail, as if she was proudly naked and showing off. The material was even thin enough that, though it was black, he could still catch the outline of her nipples. Amber looked over and caught him in the act, and he just knew she was gloating on the inside. At least Madison can’t see me…
“Wow, good foresight!” his girlfriend replied sarcastically and stepped up to the edge of the pool. She craned her neck and eyed him, “Wanna swim?”
The faux-pleasant tone of her voice couldn’t mask that it was more of an order than an invitation. “Yeah, definitely.” He got up and moved to join her.
“Oh, now you want to go in. Shucks, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t like me!” Amber’s eyes bored into his as he walked passed her, trying to ignore the comment. She played it off without a hitch and flopped into Madison’s chair. Her arms stretched out behind her head as she made herself comfortable, smirking at the two as they dove into the pool. “Oh well, I guess I’ll be the responsible one and play lifeguard.”
Tyler wasn’t sure how to play out this situation, but he quickly realized Madison had her own plan. As soon as they both re-acclimated to the water, she launched herself toward her boyfriend and practically landed in his arms. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. Tyler, grateful for the seemingly positive affection, grabbed onto her ass to hold her afloat.
The two twirled in the water until his back was to Amber. He noticed immediately that his girlfriend’s eyes shifted from his to focusing behind him. He couldn’t quite read the expression on her face, whether it was anger, triumph… Regardless, she returned her gaze to his and moved in for a kiss. Tyler reciprocated, thinking it would just be a quick one. But Madison wouldn’t pull away; her lips opened up against his, parting his mouth open and allowing her tongue in.
He recognized what was happening. She’s trying to make her sister jealous. Somehow that cheapened it for him, and he was mildly irritated at being used. On the other hand, however, he of course still enjoyed making out with his girlfriend. And the building sexual tension he’d been feeling all day was certainly adding to the ‘pressure’. I wonder what Amber is thinking. Is she jealous? Does she care?
Madison was thinking the same thing.
Maybe she likes it. I wonder how she kisses… His erection became that much more obvious.
Madison wasn’t thinking that. She was sure it was all her.
The kiss finally ended and the two broke away, once again enjoying the water. Madison clearly made it a point to be as affectionate as possible, and the longer they went, the louder her giggles and sighs became. The two of them stole glances at Amber from time to time (unbeknownst to each other, of course), to tried and read her expression.
She made no effort to hide the fact she was plainly watching them. Her expression remained fairly cool though. Madison was desperate to make her scowl, but it just wasn’t happening. At least she doesn’t have anything to say to us. She felt she was, for once, winning against her step-sister. Nonetheless, she was still a little unnerved by Amber’s attentiveness. Was she plotting something? Just trying to get under her skin?
Tyler experienced similar feelings. He would occasionally even make eye contact with her, but could not read her mood at all. Why does she just watch us? What does she want? He couldn’t shake the odd sensation that everything was just a show right then. His actions were led by Madison, who was trying to get a rouse out of Amber… How long is this gonna last?
The answer came soon enough. Amber finally got up from her chair. “Okay kids, I’m going inside… So no more Rocky(H)play, okay?”
Madison called back to her, “What’s the matter? Couldn’t stand the sun anymore?”
“Maybe I just got tired of your PDA.” She had one hand on her hip as she looked over at them, the curve of her stomach turning in along her side, showing off her figure.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you were so into us that you had to stare the whole time.”
Amber’s eyes locked into Tyler, who had been silent during the exchange. “Well some of the eye candy was pretty hard to resist. Right, Tyyyyler?” She brought her hands behind her ass and made a cute little pose, bending her knees a little.
“Don’t you have, like, company in the house?” Madison tried to mock.
“Yeah, she was making us some drinks.”
Amber laughed. “I meant me and her. Not for you guys. They’re a little more interesting than your little coolers.”
“Whatever, go see your girlfriend then.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I wouldn’t want to be so inattentive, like some sisters can be.” She spun around to go inside, but caught sight of her skirt, still rumpled by Tyler’s chair. Her legs stayed as straight as possible as she bent over to retrieve it.
Goddamnit, Madison cursed. She glanced over at her boyfriend who was dutifully trying to look confused. Why does he always have to fall for her stupid act? She’s such a slut! In an attempt to draw attention away from her step-sister, she splashed a small wave into Tyler and tried a playful smirk.
He reciprocated in kind, and the two went through the motions of having a fun water fight… Although neither of them was fully convinced the other was being genuine. Amber had left an uneasy tension over both of them, and the moody cloud wasn’t easy to shake off.
Tyler, with a goofy grin, said, “Hope we don’t get in trouble!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well she did say no more Rocky(H)play…”
He could see Madison’s entire expression drop from her face into irritation. “What do you care what she says?”
“I- I was just being funny…” He realized his mistake.
She stared at him, unflinching, until he cast his eyes away. “Whatever. I think I’m done with the pool. Did you want to stay in?”
“Uh, no we can get out.”
“Okay.” Madison pulled herself out first. She couldn’t quite decide whether to try and look cute as she did so or not. She was upset at Tyler, and wanted him to know it… But at the same time, she knew she needed to keep his interest and keep him happy. Otherwise Amber would have succeeded in ruining the whole day.
The two ended up back on their sun chairs, sitting up to face one another. “So what do ya wanna do now?” Tyler asked.
“Hmm…” she struck a thoughtful muse. “Well do you want to stay outside? If we go in, we could… watch a movie, maybe make some lunch…” She let her words hang for a moment, and then, “…or maybe we could just go up to my room.”
Tyler’s eyes lit up immediately. “Your room, huh?”
“Mm hmm. I know it might not be the most exciting place… but at least we can finally have some privacy?” She was finally regaining her flirtatious confidence.
“Privacy would be nice.”
“Yeah…” she leaned forward and put her hand on her boyfriend’s leg. “I’m sure we can find some way to pass the time.” Her fingers slid up to his thighs, and the corners of her mouth crinkled up even further as she saw the twitch in his shorts.
He swallowed in anticipation. “Definitely…” Looking around briefly, he grinned, “And it’s getting pretty hot out here anyway. We probably shouldn’t waste any time.”
Madison let her fingernails trace off of his skin as she stood up. “Kay… Let’s also make sure we don’t, um, dehydrate?” She motioned toward the wine coolers.
“Got it,” he rose himself and grabbed the container of drinks. Things are finally looking up…
The two made their way to the house door, with his girlfriend leading the way. As soon as they opened it, the cheerful chatter and laughing of her step-sister drifted down the hall. Madison tried to ignore it, and hoped that they were at least in one of the side rooms; hopefully watching TV or something… A lump in her throat grew as they neared the kitchen and she realized that’s where they were, and they’d have to pass through the room with them.
Amber’s friend Becca saw them first. She was standing near the doorway, some kind of drink in hand, and turned to look at them. Her face already wore a broad smile from laughing, and she casually greeted the two, “Hey guys, how are ya?” She had glanced at Madison, then briefly at Tyler, then let her eyes rest back on his girlfriend. It wasn’t merely boyish wishful thinking when he wondered, ‘Is she checking her out…?’
“Hi,” Madison replied neutrally.
She couldn’t be nice to Becca… After all, she was Amber’s best friend. But still, she couldn’t be outright rude either. Becca was never hostile, never mean; not like her step-sister. She even tried to be friendly to Madison. Probably only because she’s gay… The fact did make Madison feel awkward. Maybe if Becca better fit the stereotype; maybe if she had ultra short hair, or if she dressed punk, or goth, or anything a little unusual.
But she didn’t. She looked like a normal, good-looking, feminine girl. As much as it annoyed Madison, for reasons she couldn’t quite place, she hated that Becca looked a lot like her. Straight blonde hair, soft green eyes, healthy golden skin. She was even wearing a tight white tank-top with little hearts trailing around her chest and up the shoulder straps… Madison had the same shirt; she had worn it not three days ago.
However, she wouldn’t ever wear a skirt like she did. Becca’s long legs were completely exposed, her short blue-pleated skirt barely covering a quarter of her thighs. And it was ruffled and loose… She probably couldn’t even bend over without embarrassing herself. But a slight twinge of regret still panged through her, because she knew Tyler would undoubtedly love it. Do I have to dress like a slut to compete in my own house?
They entered fully into the kitchen (they had to, on the way to Madison’s room). Amber still wore a sarcastic smile as she looked at them. “Couldn’t stay away too long, huh?” She said it to Madison, but her eyes settled on Tyler.
“Are you really that desperate for our company?” she shot back. “Because sorry, we’re just passing through.”
Becca chimed in, gesturing towards the wine coolers Tyler carried, “Are you guys gonna drink all of those?” Her smile was innocent enough, but there was an air of teasing.
“Don’t worry,” Amber smirked, “Those are just kid drinks anyway.”
Tyler resisted the urge to make a comment, but Madison couldn’t help but take the bait. “Oh really. And what are you two drinking that’s so much better?”
Amber took a languid sip from her glass, lowered it, and made a show of parting her lips open and closed. “Big kid drinks.”
The two stared each other for only a quarter of a minute, but it felt like interminably longer to everyone in the room. Finally Madison broke the silence, “Whatever.” She turned to Tyler and motioned for him to follow, and he was relieved to put an end to any oncoming cat fight.
From behind them, Amber sneered a little too loudly to her friend, “See? I told you they’d be too chicken to even try it.”
Becca giggled. Tyler rolled his eyes. Madison stopped. And turned.
“Well I asked you what it was, and you couldn’t even bother to answer. What is it, fruit punch with a little kick? Oooh I’m sooo scared.”
“I guess you’ll just have to try some to find out yourself,” Amber snapped back. “Unless you really are sooo scared.”
Madison’s cheeks turned red. “Fine. Make another one right now.”
Amber’s eyes went wide with delight. She turned and grinned to Becca. “Okay, you asked for it!”
Tyler shifted uncomfortably, and quietly said, “Come on Madison, this is stupid. Let’s just go up…”
Amber overheard, “Oh… Does Tyler not want to play too? I’m surprised.”
He narrowed his eyes, feeling the pressure of the challenge weighing on him. He caught sight of Becca, who just shrugged with a playful, ‘It’s your choice.’ On top of everything else, he also didn’t want to leave his girlfriend hanging in the wind by herself.
Amber was already turned to the counter and mixing up a glass of the mystery drink. As if reading his thoughts to push him just over the edge, she sang, “Last call if I’m gonna make another one of these…”
“Go ahead and give me one too,” he relented, trying to sound apathetic about it. Madison tilted her head at him and smiled slightly, glad to not be alone.
“Woohoo!” Becca cheered.
The couple went up to the bar of the kitchen and waited. Becca went and joined her friend on the other side. “And now for the secret ingredient,” she said coyly.
She’s just trying to freak us out. I’ll be damned if I don’t throw down this stupid fucking drink and put her in her place. “Uh huh, we don’t have all day.”
“Just relax, it’ll be worth it,” Amber chided. Moments later she turned around, suddenly looking very serious. “Okay, now for the great taste test.” She handed one glass to Becca and kept the other for herself. They approached the bar and lined up against the younger couple.
Becca stood opposite of Madison, and gingerly slid the drink over the counter. Amber was across from Tyler, and he reached out to take the glass from her. She replied with both hands, one guiding the drink into his open palm, and the other gingerly wrapping around the backs of his fingers, forcing his grip closed. He wasn’t feeling particularly nervous until that moment. The sensual touch of his girlfriend’s step-sister instantly put him on edge.
Amber’s hand slid away and she folded her arms across her chest, making sure to push her tits up in the process. Tyler felt a twitch in his shorts and awkwardly scooted closer to the bar to try and hide it from Madison. His girlfriend lazily brought the glass up to her lips in a show of boredom, but she was interrupted.
“Now now, no baby sips. Big gulp or it doesn’t count.”
Madison rolled her eyes and was about to take a swig when Becca reached her hand out to stop her. “I think you guys should do it at the same time. It’ll be fun… You know, see who handles it better!”
Tyler brought the glass up and looked at Madison. She rolled her eyes playfully at him and brought it up to her lips. Her heart was beating faster. God, I hope they didn’t put something nasty in this… But there was no way she could turn back now. With a quick breath, she tipped the glass to her lips and took as big a gulp as she could.
It was kind of sweet. Doesn’t really burn like I thought it would… She licked her lips and put the drink down onto the bar. Becca looked at her expectantly. “So, do you like it?”
Madison looked over at her boyfriend, who had swallowed just a bit more than she did. “I don’t see what the big deal is…” She tried to come off blasé, but really she was just relieved.
“And what about you?” Amber purred to Tyler.
“It’s not bad. Sorta sweet…”
“Oh goody!” she chirped back. After a moment’s pause, she stuck out her lip, “Well, why don’t you finish it off then? Don’t make me feel bad, like you don’t really like it…”
The way she said it irked Madison tremendously. Not just the flirtatious tone, but also how unusually earnest her step-sister was being. What is she hiding? She wanted to just leave to her room now that she proved Amber wrong, but Tyler threw back the rest of the drink before she had a chance.
“Wow! What a big drinker!” Amber cooed impressively.
“I still think Madison can handle it better,” Becca winked, encouraging her.
Madison was reluctant, but felt she had no choice but to match Tyler, otherwise the teasing wouldn’t stop. Still, she hated giving into them and doing anything that they wanted… But… Fuck it. She downed the rest. “So that’s it? That was supposed to be a big deal?” she smiled triumphantly.
Amber and Becca just looked on at them with eerily unreadable smiles. Madison tilted her head to Tyler. He was leaning heavily against the bar and rubbing one hand against his forehead. He looks kind of uncomfortable…
“Well, I guess you guys could handle it after all. You sure showed me, sis!” Amber hummed, a little too enthusiastically. She began to walk around the bar, “I guess we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.”
Alone… Finally… Madison heard a thud, and she lazily turned to see she had dropped her glass onto its side; it had just slipped out of her hand. Huh… weird… She looked at the counter with a puzzled expression, trying to remember herself letting go.
“Jeez, don’t be so clumsy!” Amber chided.
“It’s really… warm…” Tyler suddenly murmured to nobody in particular.
“What do you mean?” Amber was now standing next to Tyler. “I feel fine… The air conditioning is still on. And you’re only wearing your shorts…”
The corners of Madison’s vision were blurry. Suddenly she felt warm too. First in her stomach, then her chest… Throat… Ears…
“I dunno… Just warm…” he responded absently.
Madison watched as her step-sister rested the palm of her hand on her boyfriend’s chest, then brought her other hand up to his forehead. “Oh my!” she said with raised eyebrows. “You are hot!”
Hey… Don’t touch him… Madison’s thoughts came slowly, and no words came out of her mouth when she tried. She took her weight off the bar to take a step towards her boyfriend, and her knees immediately faltered. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms wrap around her stomach from behind and hold her up. “Whoa girl!”
Her skin felt super tingly where Becca’s arms rubbed against her. Kind of like that feeling when you lose circulation to your foot… Except it was also warm, and it kind of tickled… in a good way. Why are you… “…holding me…” Only a few words actually made it out. She blinked hard, trying to get rid of the blur.
Tyler’s arm was around Amber’s shoulders, and hers around his. “Don’t worry,” Amber hummed in his ear. “We can go lie down…” Her eyes briefly locked onto Madison’s, then she nudged her lips right up to his ear and whispered just loud enough, “I’ll make sure you feel better…”
Madison’s heart felt like it was racing and floating still at the same time. Bitch… What the… “…fuck?”
Amber giggled. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves just yet, sis…” She started to lead Tyler away a few steps at a time. Madison tried to regain her own balance, but she still felt all wobbly. She ended up just sinking further into Becca’s arms. All she could do was watch on with increasing confusion as Amber brought her other hand to Tyler’s stomach, helping to keep him steady. She could have sworn as the two turned away from her that her step-sister’s hand kept trailing down and ended up resting on his lap. Wait… was he hard…?
She opened her mouth again but just sighed. Her head rolled back into Becca’s shoulder and she looked up helplessly into her eyes. Becca returned her gaze, biting her lower lip, trying to hide a smile. What’s she so… excited… about…
Then all of the colors began to blend together, until they all pooled into a rush of red… grey… black… Madison fell completely limp.
I just want to sit down… Where am I? Am I at school? This chair is uncomfortable… Why can’t I rest my hands on the table? Keep feeling something tickling my skin… Just want to see my boyfriend… I’m going to be late if I don’t get up… Why did I want to sit down, now I’m stuck… I’m going to be late, he’ll be waiting for me… Trying to keep my head up…
Madison’s head jerked up and her eyes fluttered open. For a few moments she was completely bewildered. First, she had to realize she had just been dreaming, but she couldn’t remember ever going to bed. What time is it? Her face felt flush and she tried to bring her hand up to rub her eyes. They tugged from behind her, and didn’t move. Her brow wrinkled and she tried again; failing again. Huh?
She had a hard time even shifting her body. Her mind was so fogged up she couldn’t comprehend her situation for almost a minute. I’m in my room… Why am I waking up right now…? Finally her eyes began to focus as she looked around. She was in her room, but sitting in her desk chair. Her arms were wrapped behind her, something soft but tough wrapped around her wrists and interwoven around the bars in the back of the seat. Her feet didn’t quite rest on the ground; only her toes touched. Her ankles were strapped to the front legs of the chair, each on the opposite side, facing out.
What the fuck…? She ought to have been panicking, but she was oddly calm. She continued to wiggle around in the chair, but found herself securely fastened. Why am I here? A cool shiver ran over her skin, and she just then realized she was still just in her swimsuit. For some reason, one of her big, comfy pillows was on the seat of the chair. Why am I on my pillow…?
“Welcome back,” a soft voice said.
Madison turned to try and look behind her, seeing nothing.
She stopped craning her neck and looked back, trying to place the voice.
“How are you feeling?” she let her hand settle on Madison’s shoulder.
Becca… She opened her mouth confusedly. Her lips closed, running her tongue behind her teeth and swallowing. She tried again, “I’m… stuck…” The words came out very slowly, sleepily.
“Yeah… I couldn’t let you keep falling down. You’d hurt yourself!”
Becca moved directly in front of her and bent her knees a little, looking straight into her eyes. She brought her fingers up to Madison’s chin. “You are so cute when you’re sleepy,” she smiled.
Why is she in my room anyway…? “I’m… um… Can you help me up?”
Her smile tightened a little bit. “Ehh… I don’t think you are quite ready. You need to relax for awhile. Take it easy.”
Madison couldn’t understand who put Becca in charge anyway. “No… Just- I mean, why am I… Am I tied up?” she blinked thoughtfully.
Becca bit the corner of her lip, looking positively like she just got caught. “Yeah, you kinda are.”
Am I still dreaming? Everything was happening so slow for Madison. Her heartbeat barely even increased. The thought crossed her mind that she should be upset, but she was really just confused. She wriggled in her seat again, this time with a little more enthusiasm. Stuck. Her eyes looked back up to meet with Becca’s. She was staring at her with rapt attention. “Why are you just looking?” she almost mused to herself.
Becca straightened up a little at the sudden realization. “Oh… I dunno!” She walked behind the chair, out of Madison’s view. “So I thought we could hang out together for awhile. You know? We always see each other but never really- umm, get to know each other. Isn’t that silly?”
I don’t really wanna hang out with you… Wait, where’s Tyler? “I dunno… Maybe… Where is my boyfriend?”
Becca sighed. “Well that’s part of the problem. Girls can’t really, like, be girls when boys are around.”
It sounded innocent at first, and suddenly Madison remembered. Oh shit. Is she talking about… Is this because she’s gay? “Umm… where is he though?” It was the first time she’d managed to sound a little more emphatic.
She felt a pair of hands grip her shoulders, and they began to tenderly massage her skin. “Don’t worry, he’s fine. He um- has to recover also. Just like you.”
Did he go home? How would he get there? “This is weird…” she whispered.
“Nooo, it’s gooood. You and me finally get some alone time. We’re gonna have fun!” Becca moved back into Madison’s view, smiling almost nervously. “Blondes have more fun together anyway, right!?”
What the fuck… Is she gonna try to kiss me or something? “Uhh… Please just tell me? Where he is?”
She huffed a pout. “God you’re so insistent. Do you really want to know?”
“Your sister is- is taking care of him.” She averted her eyes.
Madison jerked in the chair. “What!?” she breathed. In the back of her mind, she was confused why it didn’t come out as a shriek.
“Relax,” she replied softly, then almost giggled. “Well, I guess you don’t really- um, have a choice right now…”
She’s right… What’s wrong with me… “What did you do to me?”