He chose Swimwear

Merry moved back to the drawer containing his sister’s swimwear.

He lifted out a pair of bikini bottoms. They were soft and seductive to the touch. A caress across his fingertips, a sensation he had never experienced before. He sought out and found the faded label. The letters were visible, just. Neoprene, elastane and Lycra. Merry put them back, pulled out a one piece. He held it up by the shoulder straps and let the costume unfold under gravity.

He remembered this costume from their last holiday. The straps had crossed her back. There had been a lot of cleavage on show and the back had dipped low to the bottom of her spine. Enough to make their father display an unhappy expression every time he looked at her. Enough to make their mum frequently step in with either a light touch on his arm or a distracting question. He hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, not understanding their fathers disquiet.

His sister seemed to like the costume and the attention it was garnering from the boys on the beach. Merry had tried to build a sandcastle that no way in any fashion, resembled the plan he had in his head. Their mother read a romance novel as their father fidgeted, obviously bored whilst his sister swam out in the sea. Well, she mostly stood in the water, the waves breaking against her breasts as she talked to some boys who swam lazily around her like circling sharks, unaware that they were circling the actual predator in the water.

Teenage curiosity made him strip naked, piling his clothes upon her bed. If he hadn’t already seen the costume on someone, he would have been perplexed as to how the straps were worn. The memories of his sisters back were still vivid in his eyes. He stepped into the costume and pulled the tight but elastic fabric up his legs and over his hips. Dipping and wriggling his upper torso, he settled the straps over his shoulders. The pressure on his shoulders was novel and discomforting at the same time.

The swimming costume clung tightly to his body. A cool embrace that quickly warmed up with his body heat. The light, but still tighter than he was used to encasing of his groin, was confusingly arousing. He turned to the mirrors to look at his reflection.

Merry turned and twisted to try and see the reflection of his back. It was strange looking at his reflection. His body was that of a young active fourteen year old, yet the cut and shape of the costume somehow lent him a feminine aspect and he was all too aware of his nipples protruding through the material. Even his nipples looked feminine, somehow. He felt his arousal grow along with the bulge becoming more and more outlined under the costume.

Merry imagined himself in the water, the waves lapping over his breasts, sexually aroused boys swimming around him, wondering what his sister was thinking, wondering if she was revelling in the attention. Wondering if it had aroused her as much as it was currently arousing him. Wondering just how large her nipples had been under the wet material.

Just how would the costume feel when wet? He wondered if he had time to find out and dry the costume before anyone came home?

There was a sound of a creak behind him as his sister’s door opened and in came;

Tyson.
Their father.
Their mother.
His sister’s boyfriend.