She gathered her long hair and held it aside while I coated my hands with lotion and began to apply a liberal amount to her bare shoulders. I deliberately took my time, applying more deep massage techniques than actual sunscreen. She moaned quietly in appreciation as I worked my way down her back.
“Feel good?” I asked with a small amount of satisfaction. I was rewarded with a purr of pleasure in response. I couldn’t see her eyes behind the dark glasses, but something told me her expression of gratitude was genuine.
“Don’t make any plans for the rest of the day,” she suddenly blurted. “We’re going shopping.”
“We?” I asked as my hands suddenly paused mid-stroke. “Shopping for what?”
“You need a new suit,” she stated flatly. “In fact, you need a new wardrobe, but I’ll settle for a new suit and shoes. We’ll do lunch while we’re out.”
I frowned slightly at the suggestion. For one thing, I didn’t relish the idea of clothes shopping, and for another, I wasn’t in the position of being so independently wealthy as to be comfortable with splurging my meager assets on something as frivolous as a new suit. There was nothing wrong with my old ones to my way of thinking. I stated as much, plainly discarding the idea.
Summer shifted and lay back in her chair. I paused as I eyed the excess lotion on my palms and the curves of her exposed anterior body. With a flick of her wrists, she indicated she wanted me to continue applying the sunscreen to her front as well.
“You need a new suit for Saturday,” she insisted as I tentatively smeared the lotion over her stomach and ribcage.
“I’ll pay for it,” she added to head off my objections in advance.
My hands suddenly trembled with nervousness as my fingers lightly brushed against the underside of her breasts. I tried to avert my gaze as her nipples perked up beneath the two small triangles of white camouflage.
“What am I now, some charity case?” I snarled with irritation at my own faltering confidence. I could find my way around a woman’s body with no problem, but suddenly, I was unable to concentrate on anything except Summer’s breasts.
It was no slight stirring I felt in the front of my cutoffs. My penis went from mildly amused to rock-hard in less time than it took for me to draw a breath. For the first time in my life, I felt my sister was acutely aware of her effect on men, particularly me. I deliberately moved my hands lower on her belly and redirected my attention.
I used both hands to spread the lotion over the top of her hip joints. Where most women had love-handles, Summer had nothing more than a slightly soft curve.
Was it my imagination, or did her hips lift slightly when I slid my hands down her sides? My cock throbbed at the idea she might be enjoying my touch. I cleared my throat nervously and tried to look away again.
“Funny you should mention that, but no, it was my idea to go shopping, so like I said, I’m buying,” Summer repeated her offer.
The part about mentioning charity almost slipped by me as my gaze trained on her rising and falling breasts once more. I felt like a cobra as I followed the subtle swaying rhythm of her breathing, charmed, if not hypnotized, by the movement.