"I'm going to let your brother fuck me," Diane said to me.
"What the fuck?" I said to her, astounded.
"Well I know he wants to. You've seen the way he hangs around whenever we're practicing. I've seen him looking at me like he's stripping my clothes off with his eyes. And you know what? It gets me hot!"
"Geez Di," I responded, "even if you are going to let him do that to you, what makes you think I want to know about it?" I couldn't believe that she'd even brought it up. Di and I were really good friends and I could tell from the way that she looked at my brother, not to mention the way she flirted and showed off when he was around that she was interested in him, but to have her announce that intention was more than I was ready for.
I cast my eye over Diana. She had long red hair that extended past her shoulders. She had an elfin look to her with high cheek bones and what I can only describe as squat lips that always reminded me of Angelina Jolie. Her lurid green eyes were studying me from beneath long, well cared for lashes as I looked her over. There was intelligence in those eyes, with a glint of mischief giving them life.
Her legs were long and thin, matching her lithe frame. I thought she was a bit too skinny myself, but there were plenty of guys who followed her with their eyes whenever she walked through the grounds at uni. As she stood there in her aerobics outfit, I couldn't help but notice the way her mound protruded. Part of it was the fact that she was so skinny but whenever I noticed I couldn't help but think that it stood out more than others. Again I made a mental note to check out more chicks next time we were competing. I always seemed to forget and only had myself as a comparison. Her breasts were the other feature that didn't seem quite right on her frame. They were large c cups and stood out heaps on such a thin body. I know that my brother for one couldn't keep his eyes off them. Especially when like now, she was wearing a crop top that was little more than a bra.
"Well, he's your brother, I thought maybe you'd like the option to veto or something," she replied.
"Now if I said no, would that really stop you or would you just go about it without me knowing?" I asked her, grinning, knowing her all too well. The blush that crossed her face was enough for me. "Heck, you know him, and if you're prepared to put up with him and take that chance, I won't get in your way. Just remember though, you still have to practice and we have a competition coming up."
"I just said I'd let him fuck me, not that I wanted to date him," she laughed. When I started to explode, she quickly let me know that she was kidding and promised that nothing would get in the way of our aerobics comp.
Just at that moment, my brother Ed came home and Di quickly turned on the music and got me practicing with her. I knew it was just so that she could be caught in the middle of her moves by him, but went along with it.
Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, Ed was there in the doorway, smiling and watching, clutching a drink in his hand. He was a year older than me and had been watching Di and I train since we'd taken up competitive aerobics two years ago.
"Nice perve?" I asked him as we finished our routine and grabbed our towels and drinks.
"Oh I'd give it fifty percent," he said. I could see that Di looked a little disappointed at this comment.
"Only fifty?" I asked, "Why's that, it was a pretty flawless routine."
"Oh the routine was great," he said, "but you asked if it was a good perve. And whilst Diane here was perfect, I have to give you a zero because you're my sister."
"Oh nice. You're a bloke, can't you at least give an objective opinion? Or are all your opinions on chicks dictated from down there," I said, pointing at his crotch. As I pointed I looked and couldn't help but note that he appeared to have an erection. And not a bad sized one either! I wanted to slap myself for even noticing.
As I looked back up to his face, I found him looking me over. It was quite bizarre and uncomfortable to be honest, his appraising me like that.
I am not as tall as Diane (who's about 5' 8") standing about 5'5"and I'm built with more muscle than she is, which when we were together tended to give people the impression that I was a nuggetty little power house. The reality was that I was quite thin, just not overly thin. A couple of inches less height and small breasts (a cups) did nothing to change the appearance.
"Well if I have to be completely objective," Ed advised, "I'll lift it to ninety percent."
"Good enough, I won't interrogate you about the last ten percent," I said before telling Di that we should go and get changed.
"You go ahead, I just need another drink," she told me. I knew when I wasn't wanted somewhere and headed off to my bedroom. I stripped off my exercise gear and headed into the shower, wondering how long Di would be and how much effect her sudden desire to bed my brother was going to interfere with our training.
"Hey," Di called out as she entered the bathroom that adjoined my bedroom.
"Hey yourself, I said, turning the water off and stepping out into the towel that she held out for me, "Thanks."
"So, what have you cooked up with my brother?" I asked.
"Just a date, we're going to the movies," she said. I could tell from the look on her face though that she was more excited than she was letting on. I tried to be happy for her and although struggling, muttered some encouraging words.
I watched her as she stripped down whilst I towelled off. I wondered what it was about her that got my brother so worked up. I decided that it must be her tits as I watched them jiggle firmly as she moved about the bathroom. Her nipples were an extremely pale pink against her pale white flesh and I was surprised to see how far they were sticking out from the large areolae, a lot further than my own, which were quite small, neat little nipples.
I don't normally sit around checking other girls out and it was only in the context of what my brother might like to look at that I found myself looking on this occasion. None-the-less, I was surprised at the reaction that my own body was having as I watched her step into the shower stall, noting that she had a thin strip of pubic hair the same colour as that on her head leading down to her lips.
Mine was brown, a different shade to the blonde hair on my head and I guess I'd not really thought that anyone would have hair of the same colour on their heads unless it was dark. To think that I was 18 and had never noticed that before. Weird.
A month later and we had just finished our competition. We didn't win, but we did pretty good. Di had been seeing my brother since that previous encounter and I asked her if she thought her being in a relationship had contributed to our performance (or the fact that we hadn't done better more importantly). That turned out to be a mistake. She was really pissed.
Some very fast-talking on my part soothed things over, but there was one little comment fired at me that stuck with me.
