Traces of Desire
Copyright© 2025 by Big Ed Magusson
Chapter 7
This time my chin did drop as I stared at her small, bare breasts.
“Oops,” Liz she said unconvincingly. She rolled back onto her stomach and her breasts disappeared. That didn’t prevent my mind from filing away the memory in permanent storage while she re-affixed her top. Her nipples hadn’t been hard, but were round with puffy areolae that made them look so...
I needed to stop before I started to drool. I looked away and took a deep breath to center myself.
Liz chuckled, which caused me to blush.
“It’s okay.” She sat up. “Do you want me to do you?”
I stiffened.
She grinned. “Your back.”
I balked for a moment.
“C’mon,” she urged.
I realized I was being stupid. I stretched out on my stomach and turned my head away. My thoughts raced in a million different directions. Was Liz’s boob flash an accident? Deliberate? If it was, what did it mean? Was she interested in me?
Then I felt her hands on my shoulders. Her touch was light at first, but then a little heavier as she rubbed the suntan lotion in. It felt good, really good. She took her time, thoroughly massaging my shoulder blades. I sank into the pleasure of her touch and closed my eyes.
In what was one of my last free summer days before college, Michelle and I left the locker room at the community pool at about the same time. She wore her worn cotton robe over her suit. We wandered along the pool until we found a couple of empty lounge chairs on the grass near the diving boards.
Michelle looked at me nervously. Then she undid her robe.
My eyes shot up. That was not the suit she’d left the house in.
Instead of the conservative one-piece she’d worn earlier, Michelle now had on a tiny string bikini that I’d never seen before and it left little to the imagination. My eyes dropped to her full breasts, barely contained in the black fabric cups, and then past her flat stomach to the triangles of fabric covering her mound and tied at the hips with bowties.
I swallowed. My blood was heating but this was my sister!
“Don’t tell Mom,” she said.
“I won’t.”
She nodded. “I’m tired of the tan lines from my other suit.”
I nodded. I suspected it was more likely she was expecting Sean to show up than she wanted a tan, but I wasn’t going to call her on it. If she wanted to show off for her boyfriend without mom knowing, I was all for it.
Instead, I looked away. After I took off my t-shirt, I rummaged through my gym bag and then grumbled.
“What?” She asked.
“No sunscreen.”
“You really are a doofus,” she said, “forgetting your sunscreen.”
I rolled my eyes at her words, since her tone was more teasing than truly irritated.
“Yeah, well, can I use yours?”
“Sure. If you do my back.”
“Okay.” I waited and watched while she coated her arms and legs. Then she did her stomach and upper shoulders. My eyes darted to her cleavage again. Pulled together, her breasts created a deep valley—
I caught myself and forced myself to breathe.
She finished and held the bottle out. I took it dumbly.
After she stretched out on her stomach, I knelt at her side and started at her shoulders. I took another deep breath. I’d never seen my sister like this, and ... well...
I took a third deep breath. She needed me to lotion her up.
I started at her shoulders, first gingerly and then more confidently. Then I worked my way down to the thin string of her top. I went slowly, carefully. I didn’t want to miss anywhere.
She sighed. “Mmmm.”
“Huh?”
“Feels good.”
“Oh.” I paused, looking at the string of her top.
“Just a minute.” She reached back and untied it.
I continued to massage her bare back. Emotionally, I teetered. Part of me kept screaming that this was my sister!
And part of me wanted to slide my hands down her ribs and touch her breasts. But ... no!
With a deep breath, I forced myself to just quickly finish up.
“There,” I said. “Done.” I sat back on my lounge chair.
She turned her head and smiled at me. “Thank you.”
For a moment, her eyes flicked to my swimming trunks. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw my erection, but she didn’t say a thing.
Liz patted my shoulder and I opened my eyes. “There. All done.”
She moved to her own lounge chair. I turned onto my back and saw that Liz had done the same. I managed not to stare, but I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at her now-covered breasts. If she noticed, she didn’t let on.
I lay there, wondering about what had happened. If Liz was flirting with me, it wasn’t like any flirting I’d experienced before. That was all verbal.
Which meant I probably need to say something.
But while I was thinking of what to say, Sandy returned. When she joined us, Liz rolled away from me to talk to her. I glanced at Liz’s ass, but the angle wasn’t quite right for me to get a good look without making it really obvious what I was doing.
I took a deep breath. I could control myself better than this. I wasn’t a horny high school kid with his first Playboy. If I was going to survive college, I needed to handle being next to an attractive, scantily-clad woman.
I needed to be cool.
I took a deep breath and then another. I forced myself to relax.
And fell asleep.
I awoke to the sound of voices. Len had arrived, but he wore shorts instead of a swimsuit. He held up a folded newspaper that he must’ve picked up in the rec center lobby. I sat up and he smiled at me.
“Hey.” Len tapped the newspaper. “They’re showing She’s Gotta Have It in Denver tonight.”
I furrowed my brow, not recognizing the title.
“Spike Lee. New director. It’s supposed to be really good.” He nodded at Liz and Sandy.”Wanna go?”
“Love to!” Sandy said.
Sure,” Liz added. She sounded indifferent.
“Cool,” Len said. “Then it’s a plan.”
“Great!” Sandy said. “We can make it a double date.”
I blinked at that, but Liz just smirked. When I glanced at Len, I couldn’t read his expression.
“Cool,” he said. “We’ll leave after dinner.”
“Lunch first,” Liz said. “I’m hungry.”
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