He shot up to a sitting position. "What! Who! Are you, Rachel?"
"Good memory," she said. "Though maybe your cousin mentioned my name to you yesterday." (I was going to have to kill her) "Pull yourself together, we're wasting daylight."
We left the room, and ten minutes later he appeared in the kitchen. "I figured we'd walk into town today. That okay with you?"
"Sure, why not?" he said, grabbing an apple from a fruit bowl on the table.
It was three miles into town -- and while this was a decent-sized town by mine and Rachel's standards (two movie theatres, twenty-odd stores -- Mom's being the largest, actually -- two filling stations, three bars, a police and fire station and a church and a school), Danny could barely pretend to be impressed. We said hi to Mom, ate at the luncheonette, bought Danny a tacky hat with the town name printed on it, then started back home. It was getting hot, and when I suggested we detour through Brenner's Woods and head for the lake, Danny and Rachel agreed.
I was better prepared today: That wet bra was NOT a pleasant experience yesterday, and bare-chested wasn't an option with Danny around, so I was wearing a bikini under my clothing. I began stripping down as soon as we got to the lake. It was funny: wearing a bikini was more "appropriate" than wearing my underwear, but it covered a lot less of me than the bra and panties had.
Danny took off his shoes, socks and shirt, but was a little hesitant about removing his shorts in front of Rachel. Rachel said "This is how it's done," and unzipped and pulled off her own shorts.
Danny, clearly self-conscious with two girls watching him, dropped his own shorts to reveal as yesterday a pair of tighty-whiteys.
Rachel began lifting her t-shirt, slowly, to just under her breasts, and then stopped. "Problem, guys. No bra."
"Geez, Rachel," I said, "you knew we were probably coming here today."
"Sorry. You know I don't usually wear them when it's hot."
"Okay," I said, picking up my shirt and shorts. "We'll go home then. Maybe we can come back later."
"No," Rachel said. "I don't want to ruin everybody's fun because I forgot to wear a bra. I'll keep my t-shirt on. It'll be fine."
Well...
Danny
thought it was fine, anyway: Rachel's shirt clung to her like a second skin once it got wet, and she might as well have taken it off completely for all it was hiding. I'd put on my hottest bikini this morning, but I felt overdressed next to the show Rachel was putting on for Danny. Not that this was some kind of competition, of course, he was my cousin after all, but still.
I could swear that when she grabbed onto his back and let him piggyback her around the lake for a bit, she deliberately rubbed her breasts against his back.
When I got Rachel alone at one point, I said "You forgot your bra on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to show off like this."
