My head instantly jerked up. “Then you’ll do it?” I prodded with excitement.
“Goddamn it, Sonny! You’re such an ass sometimes,” she hissed as she swiped at me with both hands and shoved me away.
I grasped her wrists and placed them tightly against my chest. At six-foot-two, I could still look down at her, and I gave her an irresistible grin of satisfaction.
“You’re never going to learn, are you?” I asked smugly.
She shoved me away, more insistently the second time, and made a low growl of discontent in her throat. She stalked towards the open French doors as I danced exuberant circles around her.
I waved my arms wildly and bounced about.
“This is going to be great, Sis! I promise, I won’t get in your way at all! You won’t even know I’m there,” I insisted with pure joy. I flung myself down on the sofa and propped my heels on the edge of the coffee table. I threw my hands behind my head and laced them together.
“Imagine! A whole week of having my own private model,” I heaved breathlessly.
“A week!” Summer hissed. “You didn’t say anything about a week,” she suddenly protested.
“Well, it’s not quite a full week,” I conceded with a shrug. “Just from now until Saturday, right?” I cautiously suggested.
“Sonny, I can’t spend the whole week posing for you!” she insisted in exasperation.
“You can’t?” I asked, my eyes wide with surprise. She shook her head emphatically.
“No, I certainly cannot!” she asserted with her hands on both hips.
I placed my palm to my forehead and groaned. “I think I’m gonna be sick…Saturday,” I said in a near whisper. “I feel it now. By Saturday night, I won’t even be able to get out of bed,” I moaned and closed my eyes.
I felt a breeze stir as she flounced past me and a soft throw-pillow smacked me squarely in the face.
“I’m going to bed!” she snapped as she disappeared down the hall. I chuckled and hugged the pillow to my chest.
*****
Despite being unemployed, I was still in the habit of rising early. Summer kept odd hours because she was working fulltime, and I, because I wasn’t working at all. When I wandered onto the deck with a mug of fresh, hot coffee, I wasn’t surprised to find Summer already up and about.
The morning sun was above the eastern horizon and it made a glorious backdrop for the lithe figure of my sister who was jogging along the water’s edge. I watched from a distance with a wide grin as her tits bounced with each small hopping-step she took. I made a large sweeping gesture with one arm through the air to gain her attention. I knew she saw me, but she ignored my waving and trotted on past as if she had no clue I was there.
Momentarily, I was rewarded with the rear view of her scantily clad backside as she made her way north along the shore. Summer looked fantastic in a white string-bikini. I could see why she was still in high demand for commercial print ads. I leisurely sipped my coffee and watched her disappear down the beach. I would have plenty of time to finish it before she returned.
Summer had a morning fitness routine she followed. She jogged for a mile or two every morning. She followed it with a strenuous swim which lasted a full half-hour before she sprawled out on a towel and sunned herself while she rested. This morning, I would be waiting with my sketchpad when she hit the sand.