The rest of the summer passed quickly, too quickly in the kids' opinions. All too soon, the new school year began. This year, Jeff was a freshman in high school, which meant he had his big sister to "take care of him." That consisted of her occasionally saying hi to him in the halls while he pretended not to know she existed. It wasn't that he didn't like her. He just felt that being her little brother somehow made him somehow inferior to her in social status, and the last thing he needed was to feel inferior to a girl.
Lissa began her new after-school job, which meant she didn't get home until dinner time on the weekends. That, unfortunately, left Jeff and Brit without a big sister to keep them in check, and although Allison stepped in when things got out of hand to keep them from murdering each other, she did so reluctantly, not wanting to be seen as the authority figure in their lives.
Then one afternoon in October Greg gathered his children into the living room to talk with them.
"Allison and I are going away for the weekend," he said. "We're going to spend a couple of days in Vegas. We'll leave Friday night and come back Sunday evening."
"But Friday I have the slumber party over at Debbie's," said Lissa. It was no wonder she brought that up; Lissa didn't socialize much. She was too busy trying to keep Jeff and Brit from murdering each other. The last time she had spent the night at a friend's house, she was only seven.
"Don't worry; we won't make you miss it," Greg told her.
"Can I take the car?" she asked with a grin.
"Absolutely not," her father responded. "Not while I'm out of town. If you were to have an accident--"
"All right," she said, disappointed. "So how am I supposed to get there?"
"I'll have the babysitter drive you over."
"Babysitter!" Jeff protested. "We don't need a babysitter!"
"Yes you do. I would trust Lissa to watch you as usual, but she's not going to be here for half the time."
"But I'm as old as she was when she started watching us."
"Lissa is very mature for her age."
"Yeah, and I'm just a big baby apparently," mumbled Jeff.
"That's enough, young man," Greg stated firmly. "This is not open for discussion. We've already called the babysitter. She'll be here when you get home from school on Friday."
"It's not Brenda, is it?" Brit whined.
"No, it's not Brenda," said Allison. "Someone new."
"Oh, great. She'll probably turn out to be some eighty-year-old woman who wants us to sit and look at pictures of her cats all day," Jeff complained.
"I'd like to speak to you alone for a minute, Jeff," Allison told him. "Come with me, please."
He reluctantly followed her up the stairs to his bedroom. She grabbed her purse on the way up. Once in his room, she opened it and pulled out a wallet. This she spread out to reveal a series of photos, which she rifled through until she found the right one.
"My sister Rachael," Allison explained, pointing to one of them. "You remember her, from the wedding."
Jeff most certainly did remember! The family resemblance to Allison was very clear. She had the same long, brown hair and penetrating blue eyes. In the photo, she sat on a bench in a park, wearing a light tee-shirt and shorts, with a baseball cap on her head. She was almost as pretty as Allison herself.
"She's nineteen, not eighty," Allison grinned. "She doesn't even own a cat, much less have pictures of one. She likes sports and physical activities of all kinds," she added with a sly wink, but the meaning was lost on Jeff, "and she likes to try new things. So you can decide what you want to do, and she'll be more than happy to oblige you. Just don't try any tricks, because if you start playing those games, she'll win every time."
"Well, I suppose she's all right," Jeff replied, trying to hide his excitement.
When Friday came around, he couldn't wait to get home from school. He daydreamed through most of his classes until the last bell rang, then he hurried out to the bus as if the sooner he got there the sooner it would leave.
The ride home seemed to take twice as long as usual, but that was mostly because of the anticipation. As soon as the bus dropped his sisters and him off, he almost ran to the front door of his house. He noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway, probably Rachael's.
As soon as he opened the door, he spotted Rachael sitting with Greg and Allison in the front room. She looked just like he remembered her from the wedding, with long brown hair and a face similar to Allison's, but five years younger. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and wore a green tee-shirt and jeans. She looked very pretty like that, though he still thought Allison was even prettier.
Her face lit up with a smile when she spied the three children. "Hi, Lissa, Jeff and Brit," she said. "Remember me?"
Boy, do I ever!</i> Jeff thought, but said instead, "Of course."
"We're going to have so much fun this weekend," she told them. "I've got some games we can play, but if you have things you want to do instead, I'm happy to go along."
"All right, Rachael," said Greg. "Allison and I are going to head out now. We just wanted to wait to make sure the kids got home safely. There's a hundred dollars on the dining room table for emergencies, and you're welcome to use some of it if you want to take the kids out to eat or to see a movie. I told them you would be happy to join them in whatever activities they want to do, but they're to remember that you're in charge here. Lissa needs to be at her friend's house by seven tonight, so you might want to go grab something to eat on your way over. Lissa will call you Saturday afternoon when she has to come home, so make sure you're here and available. I want the kids in bed by nine." Then he glanced over at Jeff. "Actually, I think Jeff's old enough that he can start making those decisions for himself. He's allowed to stay up as late as he chooses, but make sure he's up by eight in the morning. He needs to learn his own limitations, so don't push him too hard to get to bed early, unless he abuses it. You got that, Jeff?"
"I can stay up as long as I want. Got it," Jeff replied.
"Not as long as you want. Just as long as you can handle and still wake up at a decent time in the morning. I'm leaving it up to you to figure out how long that is, whether that's ten, midnight, or five a.m. Just remember that Rachael has to sleep too, so if she wants to go to bed before you do, you need to stay out of her way and be quiet, all right?"
"I think he's got it," Rachael said. "And if not, I brought my whip along to make sure he doesn't get out of line."
"What about your guillotine?" joked Allison.
"I was considering it, but I usually don't like to behead anyone until at least the second babysitting job."
Greg chuckled. "I'm sure they won't be any problem, but if they are, give me a full report when I get back, and I'll take appropriate measures."
"You got it."
"All right, we're going to head out now, so we'll see you on Sunday."
Allison gave Rachael another quick hug, then Greg and Allison disappeared through the door.
"Can I ask you something?" said Jeff.
"Sure," Rachael smiled.
"You don't live anywhere near here, but you drove all the way here to babysit us. I'm sure Dad and Allison could have found someone closer."
"And you want to know why they had me come over instead?"
"To get to know you three, of course."
"Yes, really. This is my first time being an aunt, so I wanted to spend some time with my new nieces and nephew. Although, I don't feel old enough to be an aunt, especially to a couple of teenagers. So why don't you just think of me as a friend instead?"
"Fine with me," Jeff grinned.
"As long as you're on my side," Brit said.
"What do you mean?"
"When Jeff and I get into fights, of course," she giggled.
"Hey!" Jeff exclaimed.
"Please, Auntie Rachael?" Brit asked, flashing her "I'm so cute that you can't refuse me anything" smile. She had it down to an art; it worked on Greg, it worked on Allison, and sometimes it even worked on Jeff.
"Allison was right," Rachael laughed. "You're really an adorable girl. I can see we're going to get along great."
"So you'll be on my side?"
"Tell you what. Why don't you and Jeff promise not to fight? Then there won't be any sides at all."
"Might as well have them promise to stop the sun from shining," Lissa commented. "It would probably be easier."
Actually, there was surprisingly little fighting between Jeff and Brit. Although it was too cold for outdoor activities, there were plenty of things they could do inside. Since there were four of them, they decided to go doubles at ping-pong. Lissa suggested that they keep Jeff and Brit off of the same side, so Rachael volunteered to be on Jeff's team, to his delight. He hoped that she wasn't very good at it, so that he would have to show her how to hold the paddle, and maybe even give her a little hands-on training on her posture and how to swing.
Unfortunately, she was even better than any of them. She explained that not only did her family have a ping-pong table, but also there was one in the rec room in her dorm at her college, and every Tuesday a lot of the girls would get together and hold a tournament. Since Rachael was very competitive, she frequently won.
After Rachael decisively beat the girls (with only a little help from Jeff), they decided there wasn't enough time for another game before dinner. Since Rachael had to drop Lissa off at her friend's house for the slumber party anyway, she offered to take them all out to to eat on the way over. The children of course agreed, and they decided on a buffet and salad bar that was one of Jeff's and Brit's favorites, one of the few things they actually agreed on.
Jeff didn't eat as much as he usually did here; he was trying to impress Rachael and didn't want to make a pig out of himself. He limited himself to only two and a half plates, plus dessert.
After dinner, they headed over to Debbie's house to drop off Lissa, then returned home. This time Rachael brought out a deck of cards and taught Jeff and Brit a couple of card games. They played until it was time for Brit to go to bed.
"I'll go tuck her in," Rachael said. "Come on, Brit." The two girls ascended the stairs, leaving Jeff alone in the front room.
He couldn't help smiling. In a few minutes he would have the chance to be alone with Rachael. Not that anything would happen, of course. For one thing, she was five years older than him, and older women intimidated him. Since he was naturally shy anyway, he wouldn't dare to try anything. Plus, she probably thought of him as a little kid. She was his babysitter, after all. Still, she was fun to be around, and he looked forward to spending some time alone with her.
When Rachael returned from Brit's room, she sat down on the couch next to Jeff. "Your sister's really a doll," she said.
"No, I'm pretty sure she's human," he replied with a grin.
Rachael laughed. "No, I mean, she's one of the cutest little girls I've ever met. Give her a few more years, and she's going to be breaking the hearts of all the boys at school."
"Sure she is," he snorted.
"Really, your whole family is good-looking. Take you for instance."
"Me? I'm just a nerd."
"No you're not. You're really quite handsome. If you just had a little self-confidence, all the girls at school would be falling all over themselves trying to get to you."
"Flattery alert!" Jeff exclaimed sarcastically.
"Well, if you don't want to believe me, I guess that's up to you. You almost make me wish I was five years younger."
"Why, so you wouldn't be old enough to babysit us, then you wouldn't have to be here right now?"
"Okay, why is it that any time I try to give you a compliment, you throw it in my face?"
That made Jeff feel a little guilty. "Sorry," he said. "I'm just not comfortable with compliments."
"Then I guess we'll just have to work on that."
Jeff shrugged, not knowing how to take that. It was true that he didn't like to be complimented, but at the same time, he might not mind if they came from Rachael.
"So do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
He snorted again. "A guy like me? Could you see me--"
"The first thing you have to stop is all that negative self-talk," she interrupted. "And for the record, I could definitely see a guy like you with a girlfriend. It might be just the thing you need. I take it you've never kissed a girl."
"Aren't we getting a little personal?" he asked, growing red.
"Oh, come on, Jeff. I promise I won't tell anyone. This is just between you and me."
"Oh, all right. I've never kissed a girl. Are you satisfied?" That wasn't exactly true, since he had kissed his big sister, and that last time during Christmas break had been a little more than just teasing, but he figured it still didn't count because she was family.
Rachael wasn't through with the embarrassing questions yet, though. "Ever had sex?" she asked.
"What!? That's none of your business!"
"There's no need to be embarrassed. There's a first time for everyone. At fourteen, there's no shame in being a virgin."
"I think I'll go now," he said, starting to get up.
Rachael put an arm around him and pulled him back down. "I'm sorry, Jeff. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll change the subject."
Grudgingly, he nodded.
"Ever had an orgasm?" she asked.
"That's not changing the subject!" he nearly shouted, but Rachael just laughed.
"Okay, I couldn't resist that. Your reaction is way too satisfying. Look, if it will make you feel better, you can ask me the same questions."
"I don't want to."
"Okay, then I'll answer them anyway. I don't currently have a boyfriend, I've kissed lots of them though, and a few girls as well, in case you're wondering. I've had sex plenty of times before, and I bring myself to orgasm at least two or three times a week. Sometimes more. There. Now wasn't that easy?"
Jeff was stunned, and his embarrassment instantly gave way to arousal. Did Rachael just say what he thought she did?
"You..." he stammered, staring at her. "You said you... kissed... girls?"
"Yes. You knew there were girls out there like that, didn't you?"
"I don't... I suppose so. I just never met one."
"You're making me feel like some kind of alien or something. Just because I occasionally like to get naughty with my girlfriends doesn't mean I'm a freak."
"Sorry. I just..." He continued to stare, not sure what to say. The image of her naked with another woman filled his mind, and he could feel a stirring inside of him, an excitement at the thought. He wondered why that idea intrigued him. He remembered Allison saying something about that the day they first looked at porn together. He hadn't given it much thought then. Now, though, he found it excited him. Perhaps he would have to look up some pictures later.
Rachael leaned back and rested her hands behind her head as she looked at him with an amused smile. The pose stretched her shirt across her chest, emphasizing her well-formed torso. Perhaps she was unconscious of the fact that it only served to heighten his excitement.
"Now tell me the truth," she said. "When I told you that, did it make you a little... well, horny?"
He grew beet-red and immediately turned away.
"No, it's okay," she hurriedly reassured him, leaning in and putting a friendly arm around him. "You're a fourteen-year old boy. That's pretty much expected. You probably think of sex all day long."
"I do not!"
"Well if you don't, then there's something wrong with you. Look. It doesn't bother me a bit to be talking about these things. Why should it bother you?"
"It just does."
She sighed. "You know, you're going to have to learn to get over your shyness," she said.
"Well, talking about sex sure isn't going to do it."
"All right. We'll change the subject."
"You already tried that."
"For real this time. So how long are you planning on staying up?"
He glanced over at her, and realized that she still had her arm around him, which put her face about a foot away from his own. He turned away again. It wasn't that she wasn't nice to look at, or that he had any problem being that close to her. In fact, it was quite pleasant. But he couldn't get that image of her out of his head.
"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe till midnight. I've never been up that late before."
"Midnight. Good. That gives us time to watch a movie."
Jeff sighed, relieved. That wouldn't give them time to do much talking. Not that he had anything against talking with her, but he wasn't ready to handle more of the same topic of conversation just at present. He had too many conflicting feelings. On the one hand, he liked being around her, just for the sake of being around her. On the other hand, she had pretty much bored straight to the root of his embarrassment, and it bothered him. A movie seemed like a good idea to get his mind off of it.
"You know, you're very tense," Rachael said.
"Yes. Your shoulders especially. My fault, probably. All that talk of things that embarrass you. Here. Sit down on the floor in front of me."
"Because I want to give you a back rub, silly," she smiled.
Jeff had never had a girl rub his back before, but it sounded nice, so he obediently slid down off the couch and sat, cross-legged, in front of her.
She leaned over and began to massage his shoulders. Immediately, he started to relax. It felt every bit as good as it had sounded when she suggested it. Her hands worked his shoulder like magic, drawing out all the tension. He closed his eyes and let the sensation fill him.
She moved down to his back and rubbed all over it, almost like she was washing him. She ran her fingers down his spine with firm pressure, causing him to laugh at the ticklish sensation. But as she repeated the move several more times, it turned from ticklish to relaxing. She continued on to his shoulder blades, then moved to his lower back. Finally, she finished by scratching him all over. When she finally removed her hands, he sighed in pleasure and a little regret that it had to end so soon.
"How was that?" she asked.
"Great," he smiled.
"Okay, now it's my turn."
"I want you to do the same for me."
"Oh. Okay," he agreed, realizing that she was literally asking him to put his hands on her. "Just don't expect me to be as good at it as you are."
"That's fine. Back rubs are like sex. Sometimes it's fun to try out an inexperienced partner."
"If you say so."
They switched places, and Jeff went to work on her shoulders. He tried to remember the motions she had used on him, and found that they came naturally. It really wasn't all that difficult. He spent a few minutes on her shoulders then moved to her back. As his hands went over her, he noticed a lack of a bra strap. Unless there was some mechanism he wasn't aware of, Rachael wasn't wearing a bra.
He figured it was rude to point it out, so he didn't. Instead, he continued to massage her, enjoying the feel of her on his hands. He had never really put his hands on a girl before, at least not like this.
Just like she had done, at the end he scratched her all over her back. She seemed to like this part best of all, because she gave a satisfied hum as he did so.
As soon as he finished, she climbed back up onto the couch and sat down next to him. They both leaned back and relaxed, just staring up at the ceiling and breathing slowly.
"You're really good at that," she commented. "I thought you never had a girlfriend. Where did you learn to give back rubs like that?"
"From you," he replied.
"Your first time? Well then you're a fast learner. Would you do it for me again some time?"
"Only if you do it for me too."
"It's a deal. Now, how about that movie?"
"Oh, right. Dad's got quite a video collection. Do you want to go pick one out?"
"Sure. And do you mind if we watch it downstairs in the rec room?"
"Allison told me you have a hot tub down there. I'm in the mood for that right now."
Right now, Jeff was in the mood to do just about anything at all with Rachael, especially sit in the hot tub! He could imagine her in a skimpy little bikini, her almost-nude body rubbing up against his... Unfortunately, she would probably wear a conservative one-piece that would leave far too much to the imagination. Still, a swimsuit was a swimsuit, and even just having her arms and legs bare would be great.
"That sounds nice," he said with as neutral a tone as he could muster, trying to hide his excitement.
"Great! I'll go pick out the movie while you change, and then you get everything set up to watch while I change." She hopped up and grabbed her bag, heading down to the basement. Jeff tiptoed up the stairs to his room to grab his swimming trunks, then headed back down.
Rachael was kneeling in front of the cabinet where they kept all of their movies, scanning the titles. She glanced back at him and smiled.
Jeff unlatched the divider between the rec room and the hot tub room, then drew the screen to the side. He flipped on the lights in the alcove and headed into the bathroom to change.
Once again his thoughts returned to Rachael, and he imagined her in a bikini. There was a small chance that fantasy might become reality in the next few minutes! He could hardly wait to change his clothes and sit in the hot tub awaiting her.
When he stepped out of the bathroom wearing his swimming trunks and carrying a couple of towels, Rachael had already made her selection, and was sitting in the bean bag chair reading the blurb on the back. When she saw him standing there, she took a second to look him over. Though it was only the shortest of glances, Jeff couldn't help but think there was a degree of approval in her eyes, and possibly even a touch of excitement. He wasn't sure what that meant, but the look passed as soon as it had appeared on her face.
"What about this one?" she asked, holding up the movie case.
It was a low-budget sword and sorcery flick that Allison had added to their collection when she moved in, but their dad never let him watch, probably because the images of scantily-clad women surrounding the musclebound hero on the front suggested there was quite a bit more of the same inside. Jeff was quite prepared to agree to it, but realized that he couldn't afford to have Rachael mention it to Greg, or he would be in trouble. Reluctantly, he decided that he would just have to tell the truth.
"I've never seen it," he said. "Dad won't let me."
"Well, I won't tell him if you won't," she winked.
That settled it then. "Good enough for me," he grinned, and she handed it to him. "All right, now I'll go change. I'll meet you in the hot tub." She grabbed her duffel bag from the floor and headed into the bathroom.
Jeff put the movie in, then opened the cupboard where they kept the waterproof universal remote. His dad had bought it specifically for this purpose when he converted the far side of the rec room into a hot tub room. He started the movie playing and got it set up at the beginning of the first scene, then climbed into the tub.
He had just settled in when Rachael appeared in the bathroom doorway. Jeff's heart nearly stopped right there. Her swimsuit wasn't exactly like in his fantasy, but it wasn't far off. It was a tiny little string bikini that served to emphasize her beautiful curves. The white top did nothing to hide the shape of her breasts; on the contrary, it simply covered the skin in a fabric so thin it could have been painted on. The shape of her nipples clearly showed through. The bottom was just as revealing, barely covering her thigh, and showing clearly the outline of her femininity. It was also white, which made the whole outfit resemble a bra and panties.
If she noticed him staring, she didn't mention it. Instead, she slowly moved toward the tub, making Jeff think of a model on the catwalk. Her every move was graceful and highlighted her feminine nature.
Time seemed to slow as she ascended the steps to the top of the tub, then slipped daintily into the seething water. She let herself drift over to the side where she sat and slid right up next to him, her arms, hips, and legs brushing against his. Naturally he had expected her to sit on this side in order to best see the movie, but he didn't think she would sit this close. He certainly wasn't about to complain, though!
As he reached for the waterproof universal remote which floated in the tub in front of them, she yawned and stretched, her arm coming down behind his shoulders so that when he leaned back her arm enclosed him. She smiled at him as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, then turned to watch the screen as the movie began.
He wasn't disappointed. It started off with a 2-girls on 1-man sex scene with plenty of nudity, which was broken up by a sword-wielding barbarian smashing his way into the room to attack the man. As the movie progressed, the rest was much the same: sword fights, musclebound heroes, and scantily (if at all) clad women.
They were only fifteen minutes into the movie when Rachael began to doze off. Her head began to droop, almost imperceptibly at first, then gradually falling lower and lower until she lost control and pitched forward into the water.
Jeff couldn't suppress his laugh when she immediately stood up, coughing. Then as she turned toward him, he cut off with an audible gasp. While her bikini had started out white, now it was so transparent as to be almost invisible! He could clearly see the darkening of the flesh around the nipples, and he suddenly felt his member enlarging in his trunks.
Rachael glanced down at where he was staring, but instead of gasping as he had, she just giggled. "Oh dear," she said. "I just bought this the other day, and this is the first chance I've had to wear it. I had no idea it would turn this transparent in the water. This must be the same material they use for wet tee-shirt contents." She shrugged. "Oh, well. Nothing to do about it now. It doesn't bother you, does it?"
"No," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Good, because if it did, I'd have to take it off."
"I mean, it [i]really bothers me!" he exclaimed, half as a joke and half hoping she would take it seriously.
Rachael laughed. "And put on a different one. You didn't let me finish. Nice try, though."
"Dang!" he said, trying to make it sound sarcastic, a difficult task considering how sincere his disappointment was.
Rachael sat down next to him again, every bit as close as before. This time she leaned back a little more so that if she started dozing off again, she wouldn't fall forward.
It didn't work. Ten minutes later, just as her heavy breathing indicated that she was sleeping, she slid down the side of the tub into the water again. Once again she stood, coughing.
"You know, this isn't going to work," she said, sitting down. "It's not that I'm bored, it's just that the water is so relaxing. And I was already relaxed from your back rub earlier." Jeff was hoping she wasn't going to suggest they get out of the tub, because that meant they would likely have to put their clothes on. Her next statement, however, was more than he could have hoped for.
"I know," she said. "Why don't you put your arm around my waist, and then if I fall asleep again, you can help to hold me up."
"Really?" he asked, astonished.
"Unless you have a better idea?"
Jeff was prepared to forget everything he knew in order not to come up with a better idea. With a move that he tried to make seem casual, he slipped his arm over her head, behind her back, and around her waist. She scooted in until she was even closer, if it were possible, to him. In the process, she laid her nearest hand, perhaps accidentally, perhaps even unconsciously, on his leg, with her fingers resting on the inside of his thigh. Though it was really just above the knee, the touch thrilled him.
As the movie progressed, she began to drift off to sleep again. He kept a firm, yet gentle grasp on her so that she couldn't topple forward or slide backward. What she did, though, was lay her head down on his shoulder.
Jeff was in heaven. This beautiful goddess was about as perfect a woman as he had ever dreamed of. In fact, the only reason he didn't consider her the most beautiful woman in the world was that her big sister had already claimed that title. Rachael had the same beautiful eyes and beautiful smile as Allison, making her a close runner-up, and here she was, half naked, lying in his arms. He didn't think he would ever forget this moment.
He only half-watched the rest of the movie; he was more focused on the beautiful girl at his side. He did tune in for the girl-on-girl scenes. Apparently the evil sorceress was a lesbian, and kept a bunch of slave girls around to pleasure her. Toward the end of the film, she even captured the princess and attempted to seduce her. She stripped the girl down to her panties and got a couple of licks in on her breasts before the hero broke in and rescued her.
Jeff found he enjoyed those scenes a lot. He had seen some lesbian pictures on the Internet, and when Rachael said she had done those things, he had really gotten aroused. Perhaps it was the thought of forbidden love between two women that turned him on so much about it.
As the movie ended and the credits began to roll, Jeff had to break the spell by gently shaking her awake. It was a shame; he wished he could go on forever like that. But he had his memory of the experience, and it would have to do.
She groggily blinked, then glanced up at him. As she realized where she had her head, she smiled. "Thank you for letting me use your shoulder, Jeff," she said. "You're such a gentleman."
He didn't tell her that it wasn't any kind of gentlemanly feeling that had prompted him to do so.
She yawned and stretched, which had the erotic effect of thrusting out her chest, and Jeff could feel his heart beating. Was it possible she wasn't aware of what she was doing to him? She had to be! She had pretty much told him earlier in the evening that she knew his mind was constantly on sex. How could she possibly sit there in that almost nonexistent swimsuit and not know that he was aware of every inch of her body so close to him?
"You're staring," she commented, and he realized it was true. Immediately he pulled his eyes away, turning red.
"Don't worry, I'm used to it," she grinned. "Allison always said I have a bit of an exhibitionist in me. I like it when men look at me. Boys too. So don't be bashful; you can look all you want."
"Really?" he asked.
"Really. Here. I'll show you." She stood up in the center of the pool and faced him, spreading her arms wide. "What do you think?"
"I... uh... I..." he stammered, flustered.
"I'll take that as a compliment," she grinned, then turned around to climb out of the tub. He watched her from behind, noticing that she had that same swaying movement of her hips that her big sister had. It was really exciting to watch. He followed her out of the tub.
Instead of reaching for a towel, she headed over to where her bag sat in the corner. She opened it and rummaged through it.
"What are you looking for?" asked Jeff.
"My blow dryer," she replied. "Ah, here it is." She took it out and headed for the bathroom.
"Your hair's already dry," he told her.
"It's not for my hair," she explained.
"What do you mean?"
"Come here and I'll show you," she smiled.
Jeff was curious, so he followed her into the bathroom, where she plugged in the dryer and turned it on. Instead of putting it up toward her hair, she aimed it toward her shoulders and let the head run over her.
"This is a much nicer way to dry off than using a towel," she said. "Of course, it's much more fun if you have someone else do it for you. Would you mind?" She held out the dryer to him.
"Er... not at all," he said, taking it from her. She leaned back, placed her arms on the counter to prop herself up, and threw her head back, closing her eyes.
"Just let it run all over my body, wherever you see a drop of water," she told him, and he could feel his heart pounding inside his chest in excitement.
He started with her shoulders and neck, using the heat to evaporate the smaller drops and the air pressure to push the larger ones off toward her back, where they fell to the counter. He watched in excitement as some of them ran down between her breasts, slipping underneath the strap of her top and continuing down toward her stomach. When her shoulders and upper chest were dry, he wondered whether he dared work on her tits.
As it turned out, Rachael solved that dilemma herself. "Make sure to spend plenty of time on my swimsuit," she said. "I don't want to be dripping on the carpet afterward."
Jeff took that as a green light, so he enthusiastically aimed the dryer at her tits. She began to breathe a little deeper as he did so, and he watched her chest rising and falling with each breath. It was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen, especially knowing that she had deliberately told him to do this to her. At first he could see her nipples clearly through the waterlogged fabric, but unfortunately it lost its transparency as it dried. Still, he enjoyed looking at her body even slightly covered up.
Too soon the bikini top finished drying, and although he wanted to continue on that particular part of her anatomy, he knew it would be too obvious, so reluctantly he lowered the dryer and focused on her upper abdomen and stomach. She brought her head forward to look at him.
"You'd better hurry," she said, "or you'll be dry before I get a chance to return the favor."
That was plenty of motivation for him to speed things up. He worked only a few minutes on her stomach, then, figuring her previous instructions applied to her bikini bottom as well, he aimed the dryer toward her crotch. She spread her legs slightly to allow him better access, to his delight. As he ran the dryer over her, she gave a satisfied sigh.
"I don't get much chance to have someone dry me off like this," she said. "Sometimes my roommates and I do it to each other after we've taken a shower, but since we're naked and don't need to dry out any swimsuits, it's over too quickly."
Jeff's heart beat in his chest as he imagined Rachael in the shower with her roommates, a couple of naked girls washing each other's backs or rubbing up against each other, or maybe even making out.
"Mm," he mumbled in acknowledgement.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I embarrass you again?" she asked, but this time it sounded more sincere than her earlier teasing.
"What? Oh, no," he replied.
"I just thought you might have been shocked that I take showers with my roommates."
He shrugged. "You shocked me earlier in the evening when you mentioned that you like girls, but I've gotten over that."
"Oh, then you won't mind if I tell you that there are six girls in the apartment but only three beds. And we sleep naked," she grinned. This time he could tell that she was teasing.
"Oh very funny," he smiled back.
Rachael laughed, then turned around and leaned forward over the counter. "You're just about done," she said, and Jeff got to work on the back of her swimsuit. He found this pose to be every bit as erotic as her previous one, and suddenly wondered if she was doing this on purpose. Did she realize just how excited he was? It was getting harder and harder to hide the bulge in his swimsuit. He almost wanted to jump back into the hot tub before she noticed it. But that would be too suspicious.
A few minutes later she turned back around. "That's good for now," she said. "Now it's your turn. I'll show you how good this feels. Come over here and lean back over the counter."
He handed her the dryer and followed her instructions, closing his eyes the way she had. Then he felt the hot air running over him, and realized that this felt much better than drying off with a towel, especially with someone like Rachael to hold the dryer.
He was already mostly dry except for his swimming trunks, so she spent only a minute on his shoulders, chest, and stomach. Then she knelt down in front of him. He opened his eyes and stared at her, realizing that her face was only a couple of feet from his crotch. He also realized in embarrassment that he was still hard! Worse still, the trunks were plastered against his body, so the outline of his cock was completely visible to her eyes.
She giggled as she stared at it, and he felt his face burning with shame. When she glanced up and saw his red face, her smile of glee turned to one of pity.
"Oh, don't be ashamed that you have an erection," she told him. "I suppose it's my fault, you know. I'm well aware of the effect I've been having on you."
"So... you're not embarrassed?" he asked.
"Embarrassed? I'd be offended if you didn't. You could tell me how beautiful and sexy you think I am all day, but an actual physical confirmation like this is the best compliment you could pay me."
Jeff didn't know how to take that, so he just remained silent. Rachael got to work drying him. Once he got over his initial shame, he had to admit that the heat and wind felt good down there. Since she had said that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, he decided not to worry about it, and just enjoy it.
Once they were both dry, Rachael unplugged the dryer and they left the bathroom. She replaced the dryer in her duffel bag, then headed over to sit down on the couch. Jeff wondered if he should follow her or if it was time for him to go to bed, but she patted the seat next to her as a signal to come sit down by her, and he willingly obliged.
She turned her head to stare at him, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable. What was she thinking? Why was she looking at him like that?
It all became clear a moment later, as she spoke the words that thrilled Jeff to the core, but that never in his wildest fantasies had he ever expected to hear from her.
"So what does a girl have to do to get fucked around here?" she asked.