All characters involved in all sexual contexts are 18 years of age or older.
For context and clarity: Annie recently turned 18, and the main character is 21. I never explicitly state it in the story, but it is important to know, so I'm just putting it here.
Enjoy!
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I walked into the restroom to see Annie waiting for me. I looked at her, the door hanging open as I gave her a confused look; but I said nothing. The door blocked my face from the people around me and nobody could see inside, where Annie sat. I checked behind me, then stepped in and locked the door behind me.
Annie held her finger to her lips, indicating I should be quiet. Then, she stood and gingerly approached me. Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered into my ear,
"You knew what I wanted before you closed the door."
I stared into her pale blue eyes, considering her statement. She hadn't asked it, she simply said it as a fact.
And she was right. I knew. And I wanted.
But it wasn't right. My childhood friend's little sister, how could I do something like this?
Let me explain.
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Lucas, my childhood friend, had just graduated from college, and he and a few other graduates decided to rent out a small man-made pond venue out in the country. This venue had a large covered structure designed for people to hang out in, wet or dry. It had a kitchen area, as well as plenty of seating, and a pool table. Next to the structure was the pond and a small beachfront area with a row of lounge chairs, where some of the moms were chatting and younger children were playing.
I had just emerged from the pond, looking to grab a few chips and a cup of lemonade. After acquiring those items, I stepped over to the wooden railing overlooking the pond and surveyed the area. It appeared that there were around 60-70 people there in total; a mix of the graduates' friends, parents, and younger siblings. I first spotted Claire and watched her as she clambered back into a half-sunken paddle boat that was getting paddled around.
I had met Claire a few years ago through Lucas, and coincidentally she went to the same college as me, just one year behind. She had a skinny frame, with shoulder-length blonde-ish-brown hair that framed her cute face. She had big brown eyes that made looking into them feel like a treat. She was wearing an orange bikini top that held her B-cup breasts perfectly. As I watched her climb in, Annie swam up next to her and tried to get in too.
Before I continue, there is something you need to know about the type of relationship Annie had with her older brother's friends. They would tease and bully her in the way friends might, but they wouldn't ever let up, and Lucas rarely defended Annie. To be fair, Annie filled the pesky little sister role very well as she always wanted to be involved in whatever Lucas and his friends were doing. This resulted in me often sticking up for Annie or simply not being mean to her, as I could see it really did affect her, emotionally. I had no desire to make my friend's little sister feel bad about herself.
I didn't consider myself to be her savior or something, and I didn't stick up for her because I was on a high horse- it is simply what I did because I felt it was right. And Annie recognized that.
I say this all to explain why Annie had a bit of an attachment to me; because I was always kind to her. Even when we were in our mid to late teen years she always seemed to have some sort of feeling for me.