Sweat trickled down Marissa's spine as she stretched toward the brilliant blue sky. Fluffy white clouds skidded across the horizon. It was a beautiful, lovely day and yet Marissa was irritated and bored. She hadn't left the house in forever, and it seemed like nobody had come for a visit in ages. At first, having the house to herself all summer sounded like a wonderful thing. After several weeks of it, Marissa sometimes wished her parents would stay home. She couldn't think of a single new thing to do, and she was sure her brain was rotting in her skull. Worst of all, she hadn't fucked in weeks.
Marissa knew she couldn't really blame anyone for her misery but herself. At the very beginning of the summer, Marissa had walked into her boyfriend's house to find him and another girl they went to college with having sex on his couch. Furious, she had stormed out of the house and vandalized his car. Chaos ensued, and everything culminated in a thick plastic bracelet around her left ankle. She had been put on house arrest for two months, and each moment crawled by. The lack of activity in her life was excruciating. Worst of all, her 19th birthday had come and gone and she'd still been stuck at home.
Marissa readjusted her white bikini on her thin frame and slipped into the pool. Holding her breath, she dunked all the way under the water. It was cool and quiet on the bottom, and for a moment she felt completely content. At last, she rose to the surface, slick with water. And then she heard it. A car rolling into the driveway. She could tell, solely from the positioning of the sun in the sky, that it was way too early for either of her parents to be home from work. Marissa climbed out of the pool and wrapped herself in the towel that rested on the deck chair, before cautiously entering the house. She crept across the plush carpet of the living room and grabbed a baseball bat from the hall closet. Horrified, she watched the doorknob twitch. Had she locked the door after her parents had gone? She couldn't remember for sure. She raised her bat in the air as the door swung open, but all fear dissipated when she saw who stood there.
"Jack!" she screamed, dropping the bat by her side. She leapt across the room and into her brother's arms.
"Hey, Riss! Surprised to see me?" he smiled as he embraced his baby sister in his strong arms.
"Completely! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she demanded, unable to stop grinning.
"Well, I figured I'd keep it a secret. I wouldn't trade anything in the world for the look you got on your face, just now," Jack admitted, finally moving out of the doorway and shutting the front door behind him. Marissa hid her face in mock-shame, giggling.
"Well, if I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have assumed you were a robber," she retorted. Jack smiled, hugging her again. He had missed his kid sister when he moved away to college, and now she was growing up, presenting him with a whole new set of walls to break through.
"It looks like you were busy when I showed up," Jack observed, eyeing her bathing suit. In her excitement, Marissa's towel had fallen into a rumpled pile at her feet. Her tiny white bikini was in plain view, as were her hardened nipples. She wanted to get back in the sun.
"I just got in the pool. You wanna come join me?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me just bring my stuff upstairs and change," he replied. Marissa nodded and pranced back outside, still ecstatic at her brother's arrival. She jumped back into the water and swam a few laps, waiting for her sibling to come outside. Jack hadn't been for a visit in months, and the two hadn't maintained very close contact. Surely some bonding with her brother would help her pass the time.
"I forgot how much I love our pool," Jacked announced as he strode out onto the deck. Marissa couldn't help from staring. Jack had grown taller since he'd left home, and had added a bit of muscle to his arms and chest. He looked strong, and it made her feel a little nervous. He got into the pool and drifted over to his sister, remembering what lazy summer days could be like.
"So, my little criminal," Jack began, causing Marissa to look away guiltily. "How's house arrest being treating you?"
"It sucks, Jack. I'm so tired of this pool, this house, everything! I don't know what to do with myself," she confessed, propping her head up on her arms, which her resting on the side of the pool.
"What do you do every day?"
"Um...I dunno," she mumbled. Truthfully, she divided most of her time between swimming and masturbating. The latter was the most prevalent of her activities. "I sleep, eat, watch TV, and swim."
"Wow. That sounds terribly boring," he said, swirling his finger in the water. "You mean you haven't had any fun with the house all to yourself?"
"What do you mean?" Marissa wondered aloud. Her face reciprocated her brother's mischievous grin.
"All I know is that if I were in your position, I'd be using this situation to my advantage. You could have a lot of sex in an empty house like this," he explained, motioning toward their home. Marissa dunked beneath the water momentarily; she wasn't sure how to react to what he'd just said. She realized that she was not an innocent kid anymore, and he knew it. He was still looking at her when she resurfaced.
"Well, maybe if I hadn't gone psycho-bitch on my boyfriend, I would be having a lot of sex," she lamented. "This is weird, anyway."
"You think so?" Jack wondered aloud. It was the type of thing he talked about with friends all the time. "I guess so. You were such an innocent little thing when I left."
"Oh, shut up," Marissa retorted, splashing water at her brother. She lifted herself easily out of the pool and wrung the excess water from her hair. Jack looked up to her face, and was confronted with the view of her long, smooth legs. Fumbling, he too exited the pool, following her as she traipsed into the kitchen.
Jack stared at his sister as she guzzled water from a chilled bottle. She was thin, but not unpleasantly so, and her sleek body was attractive to him, despite the fact that it shouldn't be. Her creamy skin had taken on the slightest sun-kissed glow, and her petite bathing suit hugged every inch of skin it covered. He thought she had the perfect chest. Each breast was a pert handful. Ashamed, he spoke, and instantly regretted it.
"So are you a huge tease, or what?"
"A tease? I don't think so," she replied, shrugging. He smirked at her. This was a common response.
"So you're playing good-girl now, huh? I bet you're a total prick-tease!"
