Chapter 1
It was another typical afternoon in south Florida. The temperature was 92 degrees and the humidity was 95 percent. The ice in my drink had melted under the intense rays from the sun. Sweat glistened on my tan skin and I thought to myself if there were only a breeze. Maybe a dip in the pool would refresh me; after all, I had been working in the garden for over two hours.
The house belonged to my younger brother, Paul Preston, who had at the age of 26 just started his own software design company. He is 9 years younger than me and I was as much a mother to Paul as a sister. Our mother died in a horrible car accident when I was 17 and Paul was 8. My father never remarried and has never been the same after the accident. He blamed himself for his wife's death even though it was an accident. I moved out of our family home in Ohio to get married at the age of 24. I knew it would be hard on Paul but he was 15 and becoming very self reliant. My husband and I moved a year later to Florida and for the next six years I rarely got to see Paul or my father. But fate and good luck brought me and my baby brother back together. Paul took a job at Jabil Circuits in Saint Petersburg, Florida after he graduated from Ohio State. His job there was to integrate software solutions for Jabil's circuit boards. He was very good at that job and now has Jabil as one of his clients.
My name is Sara Miller; I kept my ex-husband's last name after our divorce. I'm 35 years old and currently unemployed. It's funny how things can change. Paul use to be dependent on me and now I'm dependent on him. I guess I should have acquired some business skills rather than concentrating my life on being a trophy wife. I still look good but I'm burned out on the idea of dolling myself up 24/7 to make some guy feel good about himself. I have found most men to be very selfish in their desires to be constantly gratified by the women in their lives.
I needed to change out of my dirty clothes and put on my swim suit. The water in the pool looked so good. My shorts and tee shirt were soaked in my perspiration and the dirt from the garden clung to the moist fabric. It was actually hard to slide my tight denim shorts down my legs as the material stuck to my skin. Then I lifted my equally filthy tee over my head. I stood in front of my dresser and the attached dressing mirror and viewed my body. I'm 5'7 and weigh 122 pounds. My light brown hair was shoulder length and my green eyes sparkled in anticipation of a relaxing swim. I'm small breasted, 34A, so as usual I was not wearing a bra while I was doing my gardening. My nipples hardened as the cool air in the air-conditioned house reacted with my moist skin. It sent a chill up and down my body. I picked out one of my sexiest suits, a blue string bikini which has a Rio bottom. I quickly took off my white cotton panties and put on the suit. I always liked the way I looked in it. The top pushes up my small boobs and makes them have some cleavage and the bottom makes my legs look long and sleek.
I poured myself a nice tall glass of iced tea and headed out to the patio. The water was glistening and inviting me in. After putting my glass down I dove in head first. What a wonderful feeling I got from that first contact with the water. The pool was just the perfect temperature, around 82 degrees. An inflatable raft floated at the far end of the pool and I knew total relaxation was just a short swim away from me. I'm actually a very good swimmer but right at that moment I just wanted to lie on that raft and enjoy the combination of the coolness of the water and the warmth of the sun on my skin. After I positioned myself face down on the raft I reached behind my back and untied the bikini top to avoid the possibility of any tan lines.
Chapter 2
I think I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head touched the built in pillow on the raft. I'm lucky I have already established a deep tan or I might have had a very bad sun burn because I was in that same position for over an hour and exposed to the direct sun. However it was not the feeling of the sun on my skin that woke me. It was the water. I was suddenly off the raft and in the water. I heard laughing as I struggled to grab the side of the pool.
Looking down at me was Paul and his girlfriend Cathy McGuire. They were both laughing hysterically but I didn't think it was funny. Then I realized that the top to my bikini had fallen off and gone to the bottom of the pool.
I thought to myself that maybe I could turn the tables and make my brother blush. So I grabbed the side of the pool and raised myself out of the water and stood directly in front of him. Water ran down my sleek body and dripped from my hair. My nipples instantly hardened as I saw my brother staring at my breasts. His face started to turn red as he could hardly believe that I was standing topless directly in front of him.
I giggled and looked at Cathy and said: "Would you mind handing me a towel Cathy. I think your boyfriend can't move." She and I laughed at my brother's obvious embarrassment as he suddenly realized that we were now watching him stare directly at my tits. Paul looked away but we had both seen him transfix his eyes on my body.
Cathy looked back at me and said: "Come on Sara, let's get you a towel. I can't believe that Paul tipped over the raft like that with you asleep on top of it."
As I walked past my brother I smiled and asked: "Did you enjoy the view little brother?"
Cathy laughed and said: "He has had to much viewing already so let's get you that towel."
As we walked toward the house I noticed that Cathy stole a couple of quick glances at my breasts. I wondered if she was comparing our equipment to see who had the better pair. Or maybe she was bi. In my six years of marriage with my ex, he had frequently encouraged me to bring home a girlfriend and have a threesome. When I finally did it he started screwing her on the side without me being there so I was reluctant to do it again. But I must admit that the actual sex with another girl was lots of fun.
Besides being Paul's girlfriend Cathy was also his administrative assistant at work. She seemed to be quite smart for being in her early twenties and she was a very cute girl. I would have guessed that Cathy was about 5'4 and probably weighed only about 100 pounds. She was blonde and had her hair cut like Meg Ryan. But what I really liked about Cathy was the fact that she had such a nice smile on her face every time I saw her. I'm glad my little brother managed to get such a nice friend. I hoped they would decide to get married in the future and have a family together. I often thought I should have had at least one child but since I'm single now and my biological clock is ticking away I don't think I will ever know that feeling.
Cathy followed me into my room where I grabbed my robe and covered myself. She looked at me and asked: "Sara, do you mind me asking you how old you are."
"I don't mind Cathy, I'm 35."
"You look so young; I couldn't believe it when Paul told me that you practically raised him after your mom died."
"Thanks Cathy. You're very sweet to say that I look young, but sometimes I don't feel that way anymore."
"When you came up out of the pool with out your top off you looked "hot" girl. I mean your boobs are even upturned. I wish mine looked that good."
"Cathy, you can't be serious that you think my boobs look "hot". I'm cursed with these tiny "A cup" boobies. I always wished they were bigger. And although I have never seen your boobs I'm sure they are bigger and nicer than mine."
"Well they might be a little bigger. That is if you call a "B cup" bigger. But I saw how yours have that upturn that is so sexy. Mine are conical shaped."
"I'm sure that Paul finds them incredibly sexy. Now go on down and be with him while I get changed."
"Thanks Sara, you're really nice and I appreciate you saying that to me."
Chapter 3