Allison had always thought there was something her older brother Trevor hid from her. And himself. For all her twenty years, he'd been so open with her -- to the point that she had to learn by experience how closed-off most guys were.
They'd been raised in a nude-friendly house. Not necessarily nudist, but no one worried about being naked, especially out in the hot tub. Allison and Trevor had seen each other nude for as long as they could remember, but they'd never engaged in any sexual activity -- though they were totally open with each other when it came to sex and their individual sex lives.
And that's why she felt he kept something buried within himself. For all she knew about is past girlfriends and girls he'd been interested in and everything he'd done with them or while thinking about them, there was still something hidden in those gray-blue eyes that she felt needed to reveal itself.
So she devised a plan. Her friend Dee helped her with it. It involved a layer of deceit, something unusual for two people who never lied to one another, but something she considered necessary for the larger purpose. It would be April Fools Day, so it'd be plausible to pass the deceit off as a prank if need be.
They both attended the same college not a half hour away from their parents' house. Though they didn't live at home, whenever their parents when on one of their frequent trips, Allison and Trevor would occupy the house -- and especially the hot tub. Normally, these occasions involved a dozen or so friends and a bunch of beer and weed. But, sometimes, Allison would arrange it so that only one friend accompanied her and Trevor to the house.
Allison not only had an eye for the type of girl her brother liked, but, more importantly, she had a sixth sense for the type of girl that would like him. Lean and dark-haired, quiet with those grey-blue eyes, average height, and sometimes a little awkward, Allison sought out girls for him, brought them to the house, got them naked in the hot tub, and then let happen what would happen.
Which was usually just a nice soak. But had, a couple times, resulted in Trevor hooking up and even once being treated to a wonderful blowjob, his sister in attendance and the evening soon dismissed as a crazy night of fun.
Thus, the premise for the deceit. She texted him: "Saturday afternoon. Mom & Dad gone. Hot tub? Got a friend who thinks you're cute..."
A minute later: "Yeah. Who?"
She decided the plan required she switch to voice. He called him. "My friend Dee," she said, "You'll be happy. I promise."
"I'll be happy?"
"Definitely. Dee's into you. And really pretty. Trust me."
"I always do."
"Dee has to work that night. So maybe three o'clock?"
"Sounds good."
She disconnected. And texted her friend, "He said yes!"
A few seconds later "Sweet! Looking forward to it."
She had called Trevor to tell him the name of their guest, because "Dee" was really just "D" which was short for Dylan.
Dylan had transferred in after two years at a community college studying graphic design. He was Allison's age and, of all the gay men she was friends with, he was the one she was closest to. To her, Dylan seemed feminine in how he moved and spoke, and most importantly, thought. She didn't draw a distinction between him and her female friends. He cared for himself like most her friends did, especially the ones who thought themselves pretty. He wore his hair long, it being straight and blonde to the point of being pale, highlighted with faint streaks of pastel blue and pink. He had the flattest chest imaginable, and skinny limbs, his arms seeming maybe a little long for his frame. But he carried himself well, seemingly outwardly shy and inwardly confident at once.
He'd seen Trevor from afar a few times and considered him handsome. "Really?" Allison asked. "Some people say his face is too narrow or there's something about his chin."
"Their loss," he said. "I think he's cute. Definitely not gay, but from what I've seen good looking."
"But bi, maybe," she said.
"I could see it," he said, "But I'd need a closer look. When are you having one of your hot tub parties I've heard about?"
"You read my mind," she said. She proposed the plan to him. He shrugged. "Sure," he said, "For you, of course. I'll do it. Let's see."
They arrived at the house ahead of time so Allison could heat up the tub and they could each have a drink down in the rec room. The day was overcast and threatened rain, the air chilled. When they could see the steam rising from the tub, Dylan stood up, put down his drink, and then pealed off his vest, his shirt, slipped off his shoes, then his slacks and socks, and finally the scant underpants he wore beneath them. He picked up his drink and turned to Allison. A purple necklace of beads hung around his neck. He held his arms out to his side bent at the elbow and cocked his neck in a gentle dramatic flare. His body pale and skinny and hairless, his penis pale and skinny and reticent.
Allison joined him in the nudity, and then they made their way to the tub, the water hot enough to give a sting at first, then perfect for a cloudy afternoon. They slipped into the water. Trevor was late and their drinks ran out. Allison was naked by the bar fixing another round when he finally arrived. "I made one for you," she said holding up two glasses and glancing at one on the counter. "Hurry up, we're in the tub already. Before it starts raining."
Trevor watched her naked backside bounce out to the tub. With little ceremony, he stripped down, threw his clothes on a chair, picked up his drink, and walked out to the hot tub.
"This is Dee," Allison said. The jets weren't running, the still water revealing all the nakedness beneath it. Trevor turned his head to Dylan. "So you're Dee?" he said.
"I am," Dylan said. "Nice to meet you."
Allison reminded herself that she knew her brother. Knew everything about him. She knew he'd say, "Nice to meet you, too," and step into the water. He immersed his head beneath the water, then resurfaced, leaned against the edge of the tub, his arms outstretched on its rim.
