“I think I forgot to mention that the ‘thing’ Saturday night is for charity,” she casually stated as my gaze flitted from her tits to her crotch.
There wasn’t even the slightest hint of honey-gold to be found there. I was almost disappointed when it suddenly hit me that she must be completely shaved bare. I managed to suppress a groan as I shifted my own position and slightly turned my back to her. It served the purpose of concealing the bulge in my shorts from her view. I squirted more sunscreen on her thighs and began to gently knead her legs.
What difference did it make if the event was for charity? I pondered her last remark. Summer was always appearing at charity affairs for some good cause.
“What kind of charity event?” I felt obliged to inquire. It was best to show some interest I thought as I ran my hands over the calves of her legs. Fuck, she had such long, shapely legs.
“It was Mel’s idea. It’s an auction to benefit the homeless,” she explained with an air of nonchalance.
“Remind me to keep my hands in my pockets and leave my checkbook at home,” I grumbled under my breath.
“The last thing I need is to come dragging home with some ghastly piece of overpriced pottery that serves no useful purpose,” I added with a snort of mockery.
“It’s not that kind of auction,” she answered as she moderately spread her legs and I worked my way upwards on the insides of her thighs.
“It should be a lot of fun, different anyway,” she shrugged. She wasn’t exactly giving me an open view of what lay between them, but it made it difficult to maintain my composure.
“Hmm…what kind of auction is it?” I asked as I lapsed into a momentary trance at the idea of bypassing her bikini bottoms and sliding my fingers along her deliciously bare slit. My mouth went dry suddenly and I licked my lips to wet them again.
“It’s a bachelor auction and there should be some very wealthy and important people there,” she explained with the same casual air of indifference.
“You need a new suit,” she repeated. “I’m thinking maybe a smoke grey Brunello Cucinelli. Double-breasted is back in style,” she lethargically commented.
It took a full minute for her words to have an impact. I snapped the lid closed on the bottle of sunscreen lotion and replayed the conversation in my head.
A bachelor auction. I needed a new suit, not just any suit, but an expensive, designer suit. Wealthy and important people would be in attendance. My eyes opened wide and I sprang up from the chair nearly stumbling backwards over my own two feet.
“Oh, hell no!” I snarled loudly. She tilted her head and presumably looked up at me from behind her dark glasses. “You’re not parading me around like some prize-winning show dog!”
She laid one hand against her cheek and replied, “Interesting analogy, but putting that aside, I thought we had an agreement. You do want me to pose for you, don’t you?”
“Well…yeah!” I stammered. “Sure, I do.”
“Every day for nearly a week?” she asked calmly. My stammer quickly turned to a stutter.
“Well, then? In exchange, you agreed to attend Mel’s little shindig. It’s a bachelor auction and you, my dear little brother, are an eligible bachelor. If you want me to pose for you, you’ll go on the auction block. I guess you should have read the fine print of our agreement,” she said with a satisfied smirk. “You’ll never learn, will you?”