Meeting up.

Michael didn't take long in the locker room. There was something unsettling about the room, with its bright white lights and its tacky porcelain tile floors. It wasn't as if there was much to waste any time on, anyway. It was a small room with a few showers and a couple of rows of lockers. As his older sister had promised, there were dozens of swimming trunks hanging from the walls opposite the lockers. All of them were identical, plain black shorts with white string to tie it tighter.

A quick glance around the room revealed that he was alone, so Michael stripped down to his skivvies and shoved his clothes inside one of the lockers. He grabbed a pair of trunks off the wall and jumped into them. The less time he had to spend naked in this strange room, the better, as far as he was concerned. Michael tightened the shorts until he was sure that they wouldn't fall off in the hot tub and then went back into the hallway to wait for Jean to return.

For whatever reason, the other Murphy child hadn't yet returned. Michael leaned awkwardly against the wall, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably. Without a phone screen to stare at, he could only look around the hallway, and there simply wasn't much to see there. Every minute that passed was agonizing, and Michael began to wonder if his sister had already abandoned him to go have fun with the friends that she was supposed to be introducing him to.

His fears, thankfully, were unfounded. After about five minutes, Michael heard the sounds of feet against tile, and he looked up to see his sister's shadow falling against the wall opposite him. He looked up to see that Jean had completely ditched her original outfit, just as he had, but with far different results.

The bathing suit that Jean had gotten from the locker room was a black, high-waisted bodysuit. She didn't have much bust to speak of, but the hemline of the suit was as low as low could be-- to the point that even Jean looked like she had some cleavage. The back of the suit was low, so that only a few inches of fabric were covering her rear end. Compared to the fairly modest suits that were in the men's locker rooms, Jean's was incredibly indulgent. Even Michael had to avert his eyes to avoid feeling like a pervert, and it was his own sister wearing the suit!

"All ready to go?" Jean asked with an excited little hop in place. Michael made certain to look her face-on, just to prevent any sort of wandering eye shenanigans, entirely by accident.