Nothing she can do but tread water…

When the full heat of summer becomes too much to bear, Dylan and his girlfriend Sharon decide to strip down and cool off at the pool. But they’re not going alone. Danielle, a brat who’s packing some heat of her own is coming with them. Sharon has always been jealous of how close Dani is with her boyfriend, but they’re about to get a whole lot closer.

Dani has a little game in mind that will force Dylan to reveal just how much he likes the brat and how willing he is to turn his back to her. Sharon is just going to have to sit there and watch helplessly as Dani pleases Dylan in ways that Sharon never could. Sharon’s going to be lucky if she even gets the leftovers after Dani is through with her boyfriend.

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Dylan wraps his fingers around the back of my neck. It’s all the encouragement I need to take more of him down my throat.

“You feel so good, baby,” I hear him say.

I put my hands on his thighs and look up at him. He loves it whenever I do that. He’s smiling down at me with a dreamy, blissed-out look on his face. He rubs my cheek and inadvertently strokes the side of his own cock from the outside.

We’ve been in his room all Saturday morning, welcoming the weekend with some playtime neither of us remember starting. The birds have been waking everyone in the world up and they’ve long since given up. Dylan and I would fit right in in the middle of a Roman bacchanal.

Our naked bodies are covered in sweat, but it’s not from our little romp. The city’s been in the middle of a heat wave that just won’t quit, the kind that pushes down your body and keeps you from doing anything but… well, sex.

My lips pop as I take my boyfriend out of my mouth and I lay my cheek against his thigh. I pant as I angle his cock away so I can look at his face.

He laughs, breaking the sexy, heat-of-the-moment thing we had going on that attractive 20-somethings always do in the movies. “What is it, a windshield wiper or something?”

He reaches down and mimics a windshield wiper with his stiff rod, and he makes the appropriate sounds with his mouth. He ends his impression by slapping his sizable cock onto my cheek. Now I’m laughing, and I almost forget what I wanted to tell him.

“You’re such a dork,” I say, punctuating my sentence with a quick lick. He groans in retort. “I was thinking, instead of melting up here in your bedroom, why don’t we use your pool? I brought my new one-piece with me. We can continue this in the water. Please?”

Dylan puts his hands behind his head and settles deeper into the mattress.

“I don’t know,” he says. I can practically see the debate going on in his head. “I think Dani’s home, too. Don’t you wanna just stay in here?”

Shit. I forgot all about Danielle.

Dylan’s dad had been single as long as we’ve been going out, up until our second year of college. That was the day, like the plot of a one dollar DVD rom-com, he met the woman of his dreams after rear-ending her SUV. It’s practically begging to be turned into a movie, I know. It turns out that the future Mrs. Atkins had a daughter who she had been raising as a single mother. Enter Danielle, the most spoiled, selfish, and entitled woman I had ever met in my life. How she and Dylan get along so well, I’ll never understand. He’s nothing like her.

I swing myself off the bed and look down into the backyard through Dylan’s blinds. Sure enough, under a white wide-brimmed sun hat is the princess herself. I catch her just as she’s taking a selfie.

“Sharon? You okay? You look like you just smelled a skunk.”

I shake my head. I’m not letting Danielle get in the way of my Saturday.

“I’m okay.” I start digging through my bag and fish out my bathing suit. “We spend most of our day inside lecture halls, babe. Let’s enjoy the outdoors while we can.”

“Alright, alright.” He gets up, and embraces me. I bury my head into his chest. He kisses my ear and says, “Just play nice out there.”

I scoff. “Just as long as she leaves me alone.”

 

“Well look who finally got out of bed.” I can hear the smirk on Danielle’s face as Dylan and I lay out our towels on the pool chairs. “Good morning, Dylan. Sharon.”

Dylan gives her a friendly greeting, but I just nod. She’s only a short distance away so I can’t even pretend not to have heard her. I can’t help but feel self-conscious around Dylan’s stepsister. She has on a bikini with floral lace trimmings which looks like it was ripped right out of the pages of a women’s magazine. Then again, so does she. She’s fashionable, skinny, and she has the brains to back it up. Rumor has it that the firm she’s interning at is already talking to her about taking her in full-time after she graduates.

“I wonder why you two are up so late,” she continues, sliding her sunglasses down her nose. She’s only addressing Dylan now, like I’m not there, and it infuriates me, as petty as that sounds. “You’ve been an early morning person since the day I met you. Spending a little quality time together?”

“That’s none of your business,” I say. I meant it to come out more playful than it did but I guess I’m just not as adept at hiding my true feelings.

“Meow,” Danielle replies, scratching in the air like a cat would.

Dylan gives me a reassuring touch on the shoulder, but the last thing I want to do is apologize in front of her so I keep my mouth shut.

“Very funny, Dani,” Dylan says. He takes his shirt off, and his masculine ruggedness is on full display in the sun. “Sleeping in every once in a while is good for you. Besides, the season’s over and I need a little break from the court. I love basketball, but it can handle me taking a few days off during a heat wave. I can barely sleep as it is.”

“You have to maintain a body like that,” Danielle says. I frown, making no effort to hide it. She sounds like a hungry lioness. Like an afterthought, she adds, “I’m glad Sharon’s giving you some exercise during the off-season, at least.”

I pretend to not hear her, and take a small orange bottle out of my bag.

“Hey babe,” I coo, kissing his bearded chin and putting on my best puppy-dog eyes, “do you mind putting some sunscreen on my back?”

Dylan blinks like he’s just waking up, and smiles at me.

“You bet.”

I lie on my stomach on top of the pool char and feel his strong hands untie the criss-crossing straps that keep my one-piece in place. The sunscreen is cool at first, but as he works it into my skin, I get lost in his electric touch. I cock my head towards Danielle but it’s hard to tell whether or not she’s watching with those damn sunglasses on.

Oh well. I close my eyes and enjoy Dylan’s attention. He’s the only man who can turn something unsexy like applying sunscreen and turn it into something sensual.

“Hey, Dylan?” Danielle’s voice is like a chainsaw through a glass tree. “When you’re done with her, do you mind doing me? It’s time for me to reapply and you’ll be able to reach all the places I can’t.”

A million objections fill my mind, but Dylan, in his ever-chipper emotional state beats me to the punch.

“Sure, one sec.”

Before I know it, the back of my one-piece is all tied up again, and my boyfriend is running his hands, those palms that were exploring my body, those fingers that were inside of me just ten minutes before, on Danielle’s back. Her lips are parted, and she’s making these disgusting sounds with her mouth like it’s turning her on.

But then what the hell is happening to me? As I watch, a familiar electricity sends jolts down, past my chest and my belly, and down between my legs. And I feel as if every petal on the flower just folded in rubbed against each other. I can’t believe how hot I’m getting over my boyfriend touching another woman. His stepsister, no less.

I want to close my eyes, to shut them out, but no, I’m going to do what I came out here to do.

I leave the chair and jump into the pool.

 

I’ve heard that astronauts who see the Earth from the International Space Station experience something called the ‘overview effect.’ It happens when you’re able to see the entire world from above it, far from all of our terrestrial problems and our inconsequential squabbles with each other. When you understand just how small this blue ball of dirt and water is in the void of space. Then perspective hits you like a mack truck driving at full speed.

I’ve never been in space, and I probably never will, but I like to think that being underwater has the same effect on me. There’s nothing but serene blue in every direction. Just my hair floating around my head like strands of music made visible. No sound, no smells, no tastes. No jealousy. No inexplicable feelings about your boyfriend’s stepsister.

I look up and kick my legs towards the light of the sun.

When I breach the water, I see Dylan still working on Danielle’s back. She has less of a behind than I do so I find it hard to believe that he’s not just lingering. They’re also laughing about something. It’s hard to think you’re not the one being laughed about when you feel like you’re the third wheel. I swim over to the edge of the pool and rest my elbows on the warm pavement.

“Hey, do you guys want to jump in?” I put on my best customer service smile, the one I reserve for the worst customers. “The water feels great.”

Danielle’s laughter dies down and she removes her sunglasses as she talks to me. “Oh, Sharon, you’ve got to help us resolve this argument we’ve gotten ourselves into.”

“It didn’t sound like you were arguing to me.” I brush a wet strand of hair out of my face. I raise my eyebrow at Dylan, who suddenly looks like someone who had their hand stuck in the cookie jar.

Another laugh from Danielle. “It’s all in good fun. Right, Dylan?”

“Yeah, Dani.” He gives me a look that tells me not to be serious, to play along, to lighten up. It doesn’t work. He sees that, and says, “It’s a stupid argument anyway, Sharon.”

Danielle waves him to shut up. She says, “We were talking about my bikini–”

“You asked me if I thought you looked good in it,” Dylan butts in.

“–whatever. And you got so weird about it.” She deepens her voice, in an inaccurate impression of her stepbrother. “‘Duh, we’re not supposed to talk about stuff like that, we’re step-siblings now.’ So then I say, ‘Well, if we weren’t, then you would still find me attractive, wouldn’t you?'”

“And I said I wouldn’t.” He says this looking right at me for emphasis. I notice that his hand still hasn’t left her back.

“And I,” she says, getting up on her elbows (making the faintest effort to cover her nipples as she does so), “think that’s crazy.”

“Why?” I demand. “Not every guy in the world has to be attracted to you.”

“And I’m one of them.” Dylan gives me a smile, but it’s not easy giving him one back. He gets up, wipes his hands on the front of his shorts in typical Dylan fashion and heads over to join me in the pool.

“Wait a minute.” We both look back at Danielle and she’s tying her top back into place. “How about a little wager? I bet you that Dylan is for sure attracted to me, and I’ll prove it by getting him hard.”

Dylan’s jaw drops. “What? Dani, that’s weird. Sharon–”

“Go on.” My jaw feels tight. “What happens when we win?”

“Confident. Quelle surprise, Sharon.” She takes off her sun hat, and her silky hair falls down her back. “If you win, then I’ll go out and you two can have your sweet couple time all alone.”

“What are the rules?”

“Sharon, getting into it. I like this side of you. Okay. I’ll only give myself a minute. And I won’t touch him or anything.”

“It’s a deal,” I say, this time looking at Dylan. I cross my fingers and hope that he’s telling me the truth. But if he wasn’t…

“You don’t even know what happens if we lose,” Dylan says. He chuckles, unsure of whether or not we women are serious. “Besides, don’t I get a say in this?”

“Not today, my little basketball player,” Danielle says. The confidence in her voice is going to make it all the more sweeter when she leaves the pool.

All the same, I now wish I finished sucking him off before we came out.

“If you lose,” Danielle continues, “then Dylan gets to be my boyfriend for the day.”

I keep the smile on my face but my gut drops as I feel myself falter. “Fine.”

“Now it’s a deal,” she replies. “Sit down, Dylan.”

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