Summer vacation is an exciting time for my family. Aside from the moping around the house we do before the heat kicks in, we got together with our family friends, the Morrison family, for a month of fun, surf, and sand.
The perks of being family friends with the Morrisons was that we could stay at their beach house over the summer with them, and the promise of spending a month by the warm sand and crashing waves was far too much to pass up. My parents, sister and I arrived at the beach house, bags stacked up in our van, and were immediately greeted by Renee Morrison, the matriarch of the family. Her honey blonde hair fell down her shoulders in waves, and she had a moderate tan across her body. She was already dressed for the beach in her white bikini, but didn't seem to mind as she went across hugging us all. My dad, Trent, laughed as Renee hugged him, and it figured. My dad's about 6 foot, and to him, everyone shorter than him is hilarious as hell. My mom, Beth, gave Renee a major hug, and it makes sense- they've been best friends since grade school, and they've done everything together. When Renee got to my sister Lucy and I, she gave us both hugs and me a head pat. I know I'm only about 5 foot 1, but it's still a bit embarrassing when everyone still treats me like a kid. I mean, I turned 18 last month! Lucy's about 20, and is about 5 foot 6. She's well filled out and everything, so it feels a bit awkward when we're together as I still have yet to develop the same D cups she has. We both have the same long white blonde hair though, so it's not too hard to tell we're sisters.
As we got all our bags inside, we saw the members of the Morrison family around the sitting room adjacent to the kitchen, separated only by a narrow door. Jax, the Morrison dad, was sitting in the armchair with a magazine about cars, and he barely fit into it. He was 6 foot 4, and he and my dad got on really well. He had brown hair that already looked windswept, and was wearing his usual green khaki shorts. A true fashion icon, Jax is.
On the three seater was Thomas, the eldest of the Morrison kids at 22, and he looked the spitting image of his dad. He was 5 foot 10, and played lacrosse on his college team. He nearly went for football, but realised he'd, in his words, "have a better shot at getting scholarships if he played lacrosse." In the off-season, he did track, but aside from that he mostly just focused on completing his health sciences degree.
Amy, the middle child, looked almost just like her mother, with the personality to boot. She had the same hair, just tied up in a ponytail, and spent her free time clubbing when she wasn't working on her college degree. She did an engineering degree, not that you'd know it from looking at her, but she liked to have fun when the workload wasn't crazy busy. At 20 years old, she was young, lithe, and constantly wearing her swimsuit, as 20 years olds are prone to doing. She was looking out the window on the end of the three seater, and screamed when we got in. She assaulted us with hugs, and then gave Lucy a big hug. Those two were really close, although how they were was a mystery to me, as Lucy was a responsible classics major and not a party animal.
And finally, Keegan was on the floor with a book. He looked up as we came in, and raised his eyebrows tiredly. He was my age, but quite shy. He'd already started his degree a year early (an English and Film major) and often was reading or watching something. We did get along, but since puberty hit he was nervous to spend time around me. It might've coincided with the time I started budding- might've not. He had the limber body of his mom, and the brown hair of his dad but it was kind of long and a bit unkempt. Maybe it was just me, but I thought it suited him well.
"Eeeeeeeee! Lucy!" Amy was bouncing up and down, and Lucy matched in kind. "Oh my god it's been tooooo long!"
"It has, oh my gosh!" Lucy replied bouncily, which made me laugh. Amy and Lucy were always so bubbly together, which was kind of funny when my sister merely tolerated my family's presence all year long.
"And while they're screaming, Trent, want me to take your bags?" offered Thomas. "You and Beth are on the bottom floor next to mom and dad, and we're all on the top floor."
"Thanks bud," Dad said to Thomas with a slap on the back. "How's the season been?"
"Good! We got into state championships, but not much further than that."
"Good man, good man." Dad laughed, and before I could react Amy took my bags.
"Okay Emma! So we're going upstairs, and we're all sharing a room this year!"
"All... of us?"
"Oh, just us girls. Not those guys!" She pointed at Keegan and poked her tongue out. "Dork."
"Loser." Keegan rolled his eyes and got back into his book.
"Soooo! I'll lead the way, even though you both know where our room is!"
We often had the bottom floor rooms, with Jax taking one of the three upstairs rooms for his study, but this year was already different.
"What's the reason?" I asked Amy as we bounded up the stairs.
"Weeeell... I think the parents are a bit sick of us sneaking out at night..."
"They're only sick of it because you got shit-faced last time and vomited all over the patio," Lucy said playfully.
"Ssh! You did too!"
"Shut up!!"
We got to our room, and I noticed that the double bed had been replaced by three singles. We had a window onlooking the seaside town behind us, and the opposite room was where Thomas was staying, according to Amy.
I put my bags down in the bed nearest to the door, and I looked in the mirror surrounded by seashells and had a proper look at myself. My hair was its usual straight self, but my lips seemed slightly fuller than usual. Maybe all the water I was drinking? Anyway, I glanced over myself. Blue eyes, slightly rosy cheeks, with my tank top covering things modestly. I'd break out the skimpier clothing later, once we were more settled in, but for now I'd play it safe. It's hard to stay comfortable when you're covered in clothing when it's 100 degrees outside, easily...
I was wearing a pink skirt, and as I was bending over to open my bags Amy giggled.
"Oh Emma, I knew you were kind of childish, but really?"
I looked up. Lucy was already telling Amy off, but she looked at me deviously.
"What's... up?"
"I can't believe you're actually wearing panties on vacation!" I blushed, and she grinned wider. "You're like, an adult now! You can wear whatever you want!"
"Uh..."
"Ssh Amy, let her grow up at her own pace," Lucy said tiredly. "Like... yes, she should live a little, but she's surrounded by your stupid hor-"
"How about truth or dare?" Amy interrupted. "I think that'd be fun!"
"Amy...!" Lucy sighed playfully. "I'm in, are you, Emma?"
I thought. I was already embarrassed at my accidental panties faux-pas, so I figured I'd have to be cool somehow... "I'm in."
"Yay!!" Amy grinned and clapped her hands. "Get in a circle, ladies!" I sat on the bed across from her, and Lucy stayed put next to her. She made a mock thinking face, and said, "okay Emma, truth? Or dare?"
I knew what my answer would be, if I wanted to be cool. "Dare."
"Take off your panties, and don't even THINK about putting any back on!"
I felt embarrassed, but reached under my skirt and took hold of the cotton edges of my underwear. I pulled them down, and Amy smiled. "There! Now you're one of us!"
I kicked it over to my bag, as Amy looked at me expectantly. "Uh... truth, or dare? Lucy?"
"Dare."
Great. I suddenly had to think of something. "Umm... go and scare Thomas in his room?"
"What if he's not in there?"
"Scare him when he comes in?" Lucy laughed, and I grinned half-heartedly. She gave Amy a wink and bounced out of the room. Once the door shut, Amy looked at me.
"So, little Emma. I know you're terribly innocent and all, but don't worry about the panties thing."
"Umm... yeah. I'll try not to?" She got up and moved beside me, and I leaned on her shoulder, like I used to do when we were kids.
"You're such a good girl, Emma, but I intend to break you out of your shell. Tonight, I'll organise a game of truth or dare, and I won't make it too raunchy! I'll just make sure that you get a little taste of adulthood."
"A-aren't... do you mind me um... your brothers?"
"Oh! My brothers are terrible," she said with a laugh, "but they won't hurt you. It's just a bit of fun! It'll be more fun anyway, with Keegan and you in the game."
"You actually think Keegan would play?"
"With me asking? Hell yeah!" She laughed, and I joined in. "I know he seems shy, but once he finds out that truth or dare's kind of fun, it'll be fine!"
"Baaack!" Lucy grinned, coming in. "Guess who's a pussy!"
"I'm not a pussy! You just scared me!" yelled Thomas from the other room.
"Anyway!" She sat back down, and faced me. "So, hate to put the spotlight on you again Emma, but truth or dare?"
"Uh... truth?"
"Oooo! Okay, so have you ever kissed a guy?"
