Bikini Islands

“Hey,” I saw him peeking over the fence. “Come here, boy. It’s okay, don’t you want a closer look?”

I don’t know how it works, like magic. Mom got an all over tan except for a few lines from the strings. Somehow even the swirly pattern in the fabric didn’t print on her tan, but she hung them up. Washed the sweat out, but didn’t put them in the drier, so I got them down. Put them on.

They don’t really fit. Even though I can tie the strings tight enough, the little triangles are too big, and they won’t stay put. So, when I lay down in the sun, I had to pull them back over my islands. Looking down, I stretched the bottoms between my hips, and across the scratchy mound between them.

“Huh!” I shaved carefully, but not carefully enough. There was still a little stubble here and there. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it when the tips caught on the see through fabric. Like the sunlight, somehow you couldn’t see through the aqua, and teal swirls, but the sunlight still got through to give mom a tan.

I just put up my sunglasses, pulled down my hat, and breathed deeply in my mask. That should’ve left a triangle tan line on my face, too. Instead, it was under the umbrella of a hat, so there was shade all over my face. My hair up over the back of the lounger, but then there was a thump.

Fingers appeared over the fence, then a little brown hair. Eyes peeking over to look at me, in my bikini. My pale skin not even starting to darken in the afternoon sun. “Hey uh. You. Yeah, you. I see you there, so why don’t you come over here, boy? Don’t you want a closer look?”

He climbed right over, willingly. Dropped back down, and turned around, but the front of his shorts just hung flat. Without any sign of something growing in there. He’s a boy, so I bet I don’t have to tell you what might be growing in his crotch looking at me in a bikini.

Lust, but he just stopped, and stood there. His eyes moving slowly up and down my body, but they stopped, and looked back and forth. Between the perky swells underneath the see through triangles of fabric.

I bet he imagined that he could see through them, or they were gone. I was naked, and he could see every inch of my body. Especially my boobies, not even enough to fill A-cups, but he wasn’t the only one growing.

“Huh!” I pulled the back, and let it down flat. Rolled over, and picked up the bottle of lotion. “While you’re here, you might as well get my back.” Before I start to burn, I didn’t even get my front. I saved it for him, as good an excuse to let him touch my body, but we didn’t make up this game.

We learned it watching our parents play it, but I twisted my own arm to feel the loop in the middle of my back. Searched around awkwardly until I found one of the loose ends to pull it out of the bow. “I don’t want tan-lines.” I put my hands up, for my cheek to rest on, and the hat fell off to the side.

He brushed my hair off my shoulder, and his hand shook so badly that I could feel it, but I just closed my eyes.

“MH!” I bit my lip, when the bottle squirted with a loud blatt.

“That cold?” He finally spoke, rubbing it in, and his hand started to steady with confidence.

I nodded, “Feels nice.” Already starting to daydream, making up stories about him. Who he was, how he came to see me out in the back yard. Probably just walking around bored. the streets are empty, and he’s not supposed to be out. So, he cut through the alley, between the houses.

He’s not supposed to be looking in people’s yards, either. The peeper, I bet he liked to look in women’s windows, and watching them change too. Taking off her blouse, then reaching back for the clasps. Letting them fall out, heavy round, and sweaty from wearing the bra cups all day. Maybe massaging the red lines left by the tight seams, the white piping, and stretch elastic.

Grabbing a bathrobe, or nightgown to put on, leaving the bedroom, and turning off the light, but he’d seen enough.

“Hhuhuh!” I blinked, and saw the shadow of the tent. Holding out the tight front of his shorts, so they even bunched up under his balls, so I turned over. Pinching the strings, and holding them up. “That’s enough, now get my front.”

Predictably, he went right for the prizes. “Uh! You need more lotion.” I lay back, and recovered my hat, to put over my face. I wonder who I was to him. An older lady, maybe a barely legal teen like the ones in those massage movies he liked to watch. Online, this isn’t really my fantasy.

“UH!” I arched my back when the cold white fluid shot out, and spattered my breastbone. A little got on my boobs, on the inside, but he dropped the bottle in a hurry to go back to work. “Oh!” Rubbing it in, but of course it’s no real mystery what that looks like. the white greasy fluid he shot all over my chest. My back, then rubbed it in. “Ihnm!”

I just thought that if he left his hands there long enough to bake golden brown, then he’d leave tanlines. The shape of his hands over my breast. “Uh, drop your pants.”

“Uh, sorry?” he stood up, and I pushed the hat back.

“Don’t be sorry, you got what you want, now drop them, and show me what I want to see.”

“Okay,” he had to hold his shirt up, tucked under his skin, and dig out the drawstring to untie them. I got horny, so I ran my fingers down, and got them a little greasy. Picked my head up to see the triangle, bunched up over my crotch, and pull the bows out of the stings on the side.

“There.”

“Uh!” I rubbed my mound, and slipped my fingers over my hairless lips. “Beat it, beat off on me. Quick before somebody see it. You little pervert, this is what you wanted, right?” he nodded, his eyes grinning, and breathing excited. Pinching, and pulling the skin so it winked over the split end like an eye. “Uh huh, you’ve got the nicest tits.”

“Not too small?” I didn’t stop my fingers, applying the lotion where the sun don’t shine.

“Not too big.” he shrugged, but kept pulling the pud. “Too much just gets in the way.”

“Ahuh! Like you’d know. As if you ever had sex with a woman, with big tits, and they got in the way. Pillowing your head on the soft round uh!”

Like our mom, honestly. “Hhuh! Yeah.”

“Uh!” I stopped. Let go of my slippery nipple, and held my hand out of the way. Just to feel the hot droplets, surprise me. I knew they’re cumming, but not wear. So each hot heavy splat was a surprise, and made me tingle all over in anticipation. Or maybe that was the sun?

“Kids! What the hell are you doing out there, Jesus!”

“Uh, mom?” I sat up, and grabbed the loose ends, to cover myself up.

“Get in here right now!” She didn’t say before anyone sees us. To put some clothes on, because she didn’t have to. My brother pulled his shorts up, and ran for the door.

“Huh!” I just pulled the strings back, and tied them in a bow. Then, the bottom up to cover my unsatisfied sex, and tie those on the side. Mom was still spanking him when I got to the kitchen.

She let him go, run off crying with his tail between his legs. “Huh, you want me to take this off?” I reached back to the top bow behind my neck.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, we’re just fooling around.”

“Well, you shouldn’t let your brother talk you into fooling around that way.”

“Uh, mom? Don’t be stupid UH!” She slapped me. “You hit me?”

“I’m sorry.” I covered my grin, and pulled off my mask, because she finally hit me. Not that I wanted her to spank me, the way she still spanked my brother. Honestly, it was a win for making her say she’s sorry.

“I didn’t let him talk me into fooling around, like you fool around with dad, the delivery guy, the youth minister, that single father at the PTA…”

“Candace!”

“Oh, get off it. Don’t Candace me, if you don’t like me calling you stupid, then don’t treat me like a stupid child, oblivious of what’s going on right in front of my eyes.” I yanked the strings out, and let the bikini bottoms drop. “I’m not a child any more mom, and I’ve got needs now, too. Sexual needs.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be doing it with your brother.”

“Well, I’m not.” Quote “Doing it with my brother.” /quote. “We’re just fooling around, and if you’d just let me have boys over then I could fool around with them. Just like you fool around with any man you want to.”

“Well, you’re still too young.”

“Oh yeah? Well how old were you?”

“None of your business.”

“Exactly, it’s none of your business, either. So, let me make my own mistakes, I haven’t gotten pregnant, or any STIs yet, have I?”

“How long have you been sexually active?”

I just dropped the bikini on the kitchen floor, and left. Flying a finger over my shoulder on the way out.

“None of your fucking business.”

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