Abby knew her brother was a massive dork, but she still kinda liked him. They hung out now and then, occasionally went on an outing in his Jeep. He was a year older than her, and finished his first year of college. Abby herself had just graduated high school and was looking forward to a summer of lazing around before starting College.
When Hank said he was going to the Hole, she jumped at the opportunity. It was enough of a drive that one needed a car or a ride to get there, and she had neither. Even if it was her brother offering, she wasn't going to turn her nose up. She'd bought herself a new bikini to fit her bigger boobs, and couldn't wait to show it, and them, off.
She went to quickly put on the new swimsuit, admiring herself in the mirror. It was polka-dotted, with two of the dots directly where her nipples were. She traced the outside of one of the dots, feeling a shiver as she traced her areola. The dots were even the same size, maybe an inch across. She gave an experimental bounce, noting with glee how her breasts bobbed on her chest. She'd been practically flat-chested until this year when she'd finally grown a set to match her mother's.
Running from her room, she went to grab a towel and her sunning supplies. As she went through the living room, she passed her dad, who paused to crane his head and watch as she went by. She giggled, "Oh, Dad."
Her dad, Greg, was always teasing her. He pretended like men were going to come kidnap her and he needed to protect her when she wore revealing clothing. She teased him back by doing stuff he could tease her about, like walking around in a bikini. He didn't seem to mind.
Supplies gathered, she threw on a long shirt she pulled from the laundry and ran to join Hank and their mom, Andrea in his Jeep. The drive went by quickly, the wind from the open window blowing her brown hair around her face. It was a warm day, and she was looking forward to the cool water as much as showing off her bikini.
When they had arrived and parked, the Jenkins' grabbed their stuff, and Hank led the way over the rocks to a spot where they could put their chairs down. Abby felt her mouth drop open when he stripped his shorts and T off, showing a speedo. A speedo! He ran as best he could over the rocks, hitting the water with a splash.
Abby tried not to look, of course - he was her brother - but she hadn't been entirely unable to miss the lump in his suit. "Nice speedo, dork!" she called after him.
Abby put her brother from her mind to deal with the sudden onset of shyness she felt at taking off her shirt. She'd worn bikinis before, but this was the first time in public with breasts worth the name. Steeling herself, she stripped her shirt off and adjusted the straps of her bottom.
She looked over at her mom and saw her also ready for the water in her bikini. She looked fabulous, and always had. Abby had begged and prayed for a body like her mom's for years and finally had it. Tall, curvy, with a rack that made men crane their heads. Like her dad, she thought with a smile.
They made their way to the pool where Hank had jumped in, gingerly stepping over the rocks. Abby got to the edge and dove in, welcoming the cooling effect of the water. It was a hot one, no doubt. She swam a bit away from the 'shore', finding a deep spot to tread water and look around.
There were still only just a few people there but the place would fill up more once the afternoon wore on. Some people only stayed for an hour, some all day. She suspected she and her family would be there till late afternoon.
Abby looked around for her mother, and spotted her sitting on a rock shelf with Hank. It looked like a fun spot, but Abby liked to swim, so she did, occupying a half hour or so. The next time she looked, mom and brother were still on the rock shelf. How boring.
Just then she heard a bunch of shrieking and turned to see a group of girls jumping into the water. She recognized Emma from Hank's grade at high school and suddenly put two and two together. She looked back at Hank and sure enough, his gaze was locked on Emma like a laser. What a dork.
Abby knew all about the time Hank had tried to talk to Emma in high school and totally flubbed it. He had never really recovered his nerve to talk to her, although he had apparently done better in college. Abby knew Hank so well she was sure he'd be sporting a hardon soon. He was no better than the guys she went to high school with, who would get a bulge from a slight breeze.
While she found her dad's attention amusing, even flattering, Hank's was very different. He wasn't creepy about it, per se, she just
knew
when he was checking her out. Abby had thought about educating her brother on being more discreet, but thought maybe it was better to know when he looked.
Midway through the afternoon Abby was thinking of getting out of the water, and looked to see if the pool-sitters had moved at all. They hadn't, though her mom had moved closer to Hank. A little too close, she thought. Her mom was casually looking around the pool and seemed to be whispering. Hank had a fixed look on his face, like he was trying to be a statue.
As she watched, she saw Hank's face get redder, and veins stand out on his neck. What the heck was going on? When his mouth dropped open and he started breathing heavily, Abby felt a hot flush steal over her, despite the cool water. Was he jerking off in the water??
Suddenly sure that's what he was doing, she was surprised her mom didn't seem to notice, even though she was right there. How could she not notice? Then they said a few words back and forth, and her mom slipped into the water and swam back to get out. Hank followed soon after, and they both made their way to the chairs.
Was she wrong? Was Hank doing something else? Why the look? From her viewpoint at the side of the pool when Hank got out, Abby was able to get a better look at his package, noting a sizable lump. She felt funny seeing her brother's dick through his suit and looked away. She wasn't sure what to think, so put it out of her head for the rest of the afternoon.
When the sun was heading to the horizon, they packed up and went home. When they pulled into the driveway Abby leaped out quickly, ready to grab a shower before anyone else. She happened to turn when she got in the front door and saw Hank and her mom talking in the car. What did they have to talk about now, that they couldn't talk about on the way home?
Feeling like there was a conclusion to be drawn, but not wanting to draw it, Abby went to have a shower. The Hole water was perfectly clear and clean, but she still felt like she needed to wash after swimming there. A quick rinse later, Abby grabbed her towel to dry off before wrapping herself in it. She didn't have a robe, and for her entire life one towel was more than enough to safely cover her body. After her growth spurt, one towel barely did it.
Abby did her best to fold the towel around her chest, squishing her breasts. She just needed it for a quick dash to her bedroom. She darted out of the bathroom but didn't see her dad coming the other way and squawked as she tried to dodge out of the way. She was partially successful, but they still clipped shoulders, sending her twisting away - and the towel to the ground.
"Aahh!" she screamed, trying to grab the towel while covering her tits. Her dad bent down to grab the towel first, holding it out to her. Abby flushed as she took it from him, seeing him take in her nakedness.
"You're a beautiful woman, Abby," he said, seriously. "You better be careful."
"Or kidnappers will get me, I know," she finished for him.
"Something like that," he said, quirking a smile which never failed to put butterflies in her stomach. Her dad was the most handsome dad she'd ever met. She didn't mind when he looked, though of course she wasn't usually naked.
Rewrapping the towel around her, she giggled when he pretended to be sad she was covered up. When she got to her door, she turned and looked back to see he was still watching. She waved and smiled before closing her door behind her.
Abby had learned over the last year how men saw her differently now she had tits. Most would give her a once-over, a few would smile at her. A rare few would come up to her to start chatting, which she always shut down. Her parents had been quite clear about their expectations regarding sex, and who she should have it with. He should be someone she loved, who made her feel safe.
None of the boys in high school had come even close, so she was still a virgin. She'd kissed some, and one had felt up her boobs. A couple had begged for a handjob, which she refused. How did a handjob help her? She got horny too. She'd just come home and rubbed herself to completion, and assumed they did the same.
