Late in the afternoon, once everyone had had a second round of food for dinner and my sister had declared her family exhausted and gone home, and my dad had gone inside to watch the news, I found myself sitting on one of the underwater seats at the deep end of the pool, Scott treading water between my knees. His hands caressed my inner thighs and occasionally brushed over the thin fabric of my bathing suit that covered the apex of my legs. We spoke to each other about nothing in particular while we enjoyed being physically close.
“Your nose and cheeks are pink, baby,” he said to me, brushing his thumb under my eye.
“Well, fuck,” I said, my fingers going to my face to feel the heat. “My nose is going to peel.
“I used sunblock,” I whined.
“I think it’s cute. Proves you spent time outside, not cooped up inside reading porn… or whatever it is you read on your phone,” he laughed, whether at his own joke or at my embarrassed frown, I couldn’t say.
I noticed his eyes twinkling in the twilight just before he leaned in and gave me a long, open-mouthed kiss, his hands on my hips pulling me against him. I returned the kiss with equal intensity, moaning along as my hand slid down from his shoulder, across his hard chest, over his abs and toward his erect cock, before veering off at the last moment to rest in the groove of his Apollo’s belt.
I heard him hiss in frustration and couldn’t contain my giggle.
“You are a terribly mean little girl,” he growled.
“It’s all that porn I read,” I replied, a smirk twitching along my lips.
He leaned in to kiss me again, grabbing my wrist and moving my hand toward his pelvis, when we both heard the sound of the sliding door opening. Scott had already moved a decent distance away from me when my dad hollered to me.
“Hey, kiddo? Do you want me to turn the pool lights on or are you going to come in?”
“Leave the lights off, daddy,” I called out. “The mosquitos are getting pretty bad. I’m worried about being eaten alive out here.” I heard Scott snort softly at that.
“Sounds good. I’ll leave the kitchen light on for you.”
“Thanks, daddy. I’ll be in in a bit.”
We waited for a few minutes and I groaned when I saw the light in my dad’s den to come on.
“What,” Scott asked.
“Look,” I said, gesturing to the square of light that streamed out of the window not even 30 feet from where we held each other in the water. “Dad’s in his den. He’ll be in there watching the History Channel until he decides to go to bed.”
“Yeah, so?” Scott asked, swimming back over to me. “I want to fuck you, Eileen,” he breathed against my ear.
“We can’t right now. He’ll hear us.”
I moaned when Scott pulled the crotch of my bathing suit aside so he could run his fingers over my slit.
“You are so wet and ready.
“Come over to my house,” he said, his fingers circling and stretching my opening. “I want to eat you, naked on my dining table.”
“Oh god,” I moaned as softly as I could manage. “I’d love to. But I can’t. Daddy will…”
“I don’t care about what ‘daddy’ will do,” Scott growled, his fingers stroking against my core.