Swimming with the Family (Forreal)

I help Kelly with her pool bag and take her arm as we cross the street. I feel her discretely squeeze my bicep with her hand, so I flex the muscle and grin. I might not have worked particularly hard for this body, but I am proud of it. I never imagined I would have muscles like this, nor that they would have such an immediate effect on the women around me. "You know, I have to go by the police station later," I say to Kelly.

"Why, what happened? Is it Dan?" she begins, her voice increasingly frantic. Her fingers tighten around my arm.

"No," I say, and raise my arms up beside me in a double bicep curl pose. I look from one arm to the other. "I have to get a license for these weapons." I can't help but check as I see the "really?" look on my sister's face.

"Dude..." she murmurs, shakes her head, and then wraps her arm back through mine again. "They are pretty nice, though. I didn't even know you'd been working out, Dom. Seems like you're keeping a lot of secrets these days."

"I just don't want to disappoint anyone anymore, I suppose," I answer back, ignoring her hidden questions. "Besides, how could I fight off teenage meatheads if I didn't have these bad boys?" I do a karate chop in the air as we walk up to Esmere's door. I ring the doorbell.

Kelly doesn't say anything. I see a pale flush on her cheeks, accompanied by a tight smile. Although my brain's processing power is rapidly declining, I still recognize the pride and appreciation masked by her expressions.

"Where are they, anyways," she murmurs, knocking on the door. We wait another minute but no one comes to answer. "Come on, they must already be out back."

Kelly and I walk through a fence gate and around our aunt's house to find Esmere and Colette already lying out by their pool. I pause as they see them, taken aback by the wave of desire that floods my senses.

My aunt is a fitness instructor and has a firm, toned body to prove it. She wears a large pair of black sunglasses, a simple black bikini that clings to her lithe curves, and a visor cap. Whereas Mom has the toned body of someone that does weightlifting, yoga, and a mixture of other exercise, Esmere has the slim, toned body of a lifelong aerobic yogi. Narrow hips that I can't image pushed out Colette at some point, small breasts, and biceps as thin as my wrist.

Colette lies next to her, her pale skin slathered in some chalky sunscreen, wearing a navy blue bikini top that pushes up her breasts until they seem like they'll spill over, and a conversely conservative pair of navy blue bottoms. I haven't seen Colette this exposed in a long time, and memories of her tiny breasts and cardboard ass are immediately replaced by the beautiful teen before me.

"Dom! Kelly!" Esmere waves, noticing us. As I go to respond, I feel it hit me... the nootropic finally, fully fading. My brain returns to "normal," and I sag against the side of the fence that surrounds her backyard.

"Are you alright, bro?" Kelly murmurs, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Let me take that."

She takes the bag from me and I sigh. "Sorry, just got lightheaded," I answer, recovering. I had hoped to still be under the influence while talking to Kelly, but I would make it work.

"Come on," Colette says, rising from her chair. Her breasts bounce in her top as she saunters over to us, and I struggle to maintain her gaze. There's no doubt in my mind that this top was designed purely to tease horny teenagers. "Hey, Dom... this morning... That was cool."

"Thanks. Hopefully, it sticks."

"I don't think it will, but still, worth a shot. Dan will come back around. He always does."

I nod in appreciation of the advice. "I'll be here, waiting." Kelly blushes again at my words, although my brain isn't able to process the emote as it could before.

Kelly and Colette launch into a tirade about Mary, the girl who happily swung her cleavage in my face this morning, and I follow them over to the lounge chairs. My eyes fight the desire to stare at Kelly's ass for the next four hours, but I am only intermittently successful. The thought sticks in my head for a moment, and I pause. Normally, these desires weaken when the pill fades... but, I feel it as heavy as ever. I look at Kelly and my lust roars to life, and I have to **** myself to look away. The sight of her ass cheeks rising and falling with each stem sends shivers down my spine. What the heck?

"Glad to see you joined us," Esmere says, walking up to me and giving me a quick hug. She is almost as tall as I am, and our eyes meet through her black sunglasses as she pulls away. Her small breasts are barely visible beneath her bikini, but I still find myself drawn to them. "Have you been working out? You look... fit. Ripped, even. And you never told me? I'm hurt."

"I started doing workouts in my room a while ago... Just trying to be a little healthier," I manage to answer back.

"Well, it appears to be working. Maybe you could work out with me sometime. I could use you in one of my classes as a co-instructor."

"Sure, I'd like that," I answer, grinning.

"Good. Let's discuss later. For now, let's swim!" Esmere turns away and heads towards the pool, and I follow behind. Staring at her toned ass, of course, although it doesn't have quite the same effect on me as Kelly's does.

Kelly and Colette are already in the water, talking as if I am not even there. Esmere dives in beside them, causing the girls to gasp in shock as water splashes into the air and coasts their faces. I quickly cannonball myself in beside them, yelling, "Cannonball!"

"Dom, you ass!" Kelly yells as I rise from the water beside her. "You got us wet?"

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I ask as I backstroke across the pool. Esmere laughs as she joins the girls in their discussion. I swim around the pool for a while, noticing how I have no fatigue despite not having swam in years, and sigh. ****-induced or not, these new muscles work.

"Let's play a game," Esmere says, drawing my attention.

"Ugh. What kind?" Colette says, obviously not interested in her Mom's shenanigans.

"Marco Polo!" Esmere beams.

I shrug, and Kelly agrees. A few minutes later, Colette has her eyes covered while the rest of us swim around the pool. "Marco!" she shouts.

"Polo" we murmur back, constantly moving. I swim around the pool in a large circle, and back strafe into the deep end. Colette seems to be focusing on Esmere, and a moment later my Aunt is out.

"Marco!" she continues, and we respond. Despite my new stamina, I can tell Colette is a seasoned player. I'm out.

"Marco!" Another minute and Kelly is out too.

"You're abnormally good at Marco Polo," I say, as she finally uncovers her eyes.

"Mom always wants to play Marco Polo. What can I say," she says, her face deadpan, as though playing it was part of her personal hell.

"Okay, Dom! You're up. Cover those eyes," Esmere says.

I follow her instructions and cover my eyes with one hand. The other is outstretched, ready to grab onto the closest person. "Marco!" I begin, waiting.

Three "Polos" are whispered back to me. Esmere is behind me, swimming towards the other end of the pool. Colette is in front of me doing the opposite. Kelly is somewhere between us, playing mid-field.

"Marco," I say again, honing in. Three voices come back, but they're completely rearranged. Fuck, I think. If my nootropic was still active, this would be nothing. "Marco," I say again, focusing. I hear a rustle of water next to me and lunge. My hand grasps onto a shoulder. "Go you!" I shout.

"Alright, alright," Colette says, "I'm out."

"Two to go, " I murmur. "Marco!"

Two polos come back to me... One close, one far. I focus on the closer one and try to hear the splashing of the water. A current of pressure presses into my leg and I realize whoever it is is swimming to my left. I lunge again, but I come up empty.

"Oh, that was nice, Dom! I could get used to this," Colette calls from the edge of the pool.

"Haha," I say back, sarcastically. I focus on the water again and feel a shift in the opposite direction. I lunge backward in an overhead sweep and hear a yelp. My hand drags down wet skin and brushes against fabric.

"Out!" Esmere calls. "Although, you didn't have to slam your hand against my chest, Dom. Gotta control those muscles of yours."

"Sorry, Aunt Esmere," I say, chastised. She is right, of course. I do need to be conscious of my new strengths and abilities. I don't want to hurt them. "Marco!" I call out again, my mind returning to my task.

"Polo," Kelly says back, from across the pool. I lurch towards her, the water sucking in around my body as I close the gap, but I realize she does the same. By the time my outstretched hand reaches wherever she was, only water remains.

"Marco!"

"Polo."

We dance a few more rounds across the pool, but I realize I need to change my tactic. "Marco," I say, and remain still.

"Polo."

Kelly is behind me. Instead of lurching towards her, I slowly push through the water in her direction. "Marco."

"Polo." She hasn't moved. I close the gap between us and hear a splash of water. My hand shoots to my right as she tries to shoot past me, and I quickly wrap my arm around her and pull her into me. I feel her freeze against me as her ass rests against my leg, but the sensation is momentarily lost on me.

"Hah! Got you!" I shout, finally uncovering my eyes and looking down at my sister with a look of familial domination. She turns her head to look back at me, our lips only inches apart, and I see where my hand is. Feel, finally, the thin strip of fabric beneath my palm and the hard nub beneath it.

"You certainly do," she says, her voice distant and low. Her eyes flicker over my shoulder to Esmere and Colette, who are talking on the other end of the pool.

My brain shuts down at the feeling of her breast in my palm. The flesh is soft and doughy, the perfect amount to fill my grasp, and despite my mental voice screaming to let go, my hand remains where it is, fingers digging into the intimate flesh of my sister's chest.

"Dom?" Kelly asks. I don't hear her. Her voice dissipates into nothing, blocked out by the sensation coursing through me. "Dom!" she says again, more urgently.

It dawns on me that despite the awkward situation, Kelly hasn't moved. She isn't even attempting to move. That realization shakes me from my mental fog and I jerk my hand from her breast.

"Kelly, I'm sorry... I swear I didn't--."

She stops me with a shush and rolls her eyes. "Don't make a big deal about it. You could let me go, though."

I nod, stammering and trying to fix something that seems to not need fixing, as Kelly leaves my embrace.

"Really, Dom. It's alright," she says again. That increasingly familiar pink hue is on her cheeks again. "It was just an accident."

I nod, and she smiles. A moment later, I'm watching her swim over to my aunt and cousin.

We play a few more, less physical games and then the girls climb out of the pool. I watch Esmere pull herself onto the edge of the pool first, then Colette. My eyes are laser-focused on their glistening bodies and seductive asses, until I am utterly enraptured by the sight of my sister. Her triceps and shoulders flex as she raises herself out of the water, revealing her wonderfully voluptuous ass to me again. The fabric of her bikini bottom clings to her and seems to show even more, somehow, and I can't help but embrace the sight it offers. Kelly swings around onto her butt and brushes her blond hair out of her face with one hand, then swings her legs out and rises. I catch her eye for a moment, and she smiles.

The girls sag into their lounge chairs to tan. I continue swimming for a bit, until I hear faint snores coming from Esmere and Colette's chairs. I pull myself out of the pool and clamber over to Kelly's lounge chair. My sister looks up to me with a smile and motions to the enter of the chair. "Are they both really asleep?" I ask as I sit down at her feet.

"Probably. The sun makes you sleepy, you know." She yawns, and again I am struck by the beauty of my blonde-headed sister, and the strength of my desire despite the **** not actively coursing through my system.

"I wanted to talk to you, Kelly. Think we could go inside for a moment? For some privacy."

She gives me a peculiar look but nods. "Aright, Dom. I'm mostly dry. Maybe you should lay in the sun for a moment, first?"

I nod and settle into the chair beside her. A few minutes of roasting in the sun later, I follow Kelly into Esmere's kitchen. I watch my sister's ass bounce with each step and sigh inwardly. She doesn't make it easy to look away, although she did pull on Colette's swimsuit cover for a modicum of dignity.

"So, what's up?" she asks, turning back towards me as she leans against the counter. Esmere's kitchen is similar to ours but with slightly different colors and materials. I run my hand across the granite countertop as I think about how to say this. Damn, I wish I had some nootropic right now.

"So, about this past weekend... You know, I am happy to be there for you. To protect you. But I also want to make sure you can protect yourself. I know it isn't your fault that Dan and his friends were like that, but, can you tell me what happened? I won't judge, I promise. But I want to make sure I know what's going on. I don't want him coming back with any surprises."

Kelly sighs and looks away. "I get it. Look, Dan isn't always like that. He can be sweet and charming. I just... I don't know. He was nice to me at first. Took me out and introduced me to his friends. I thought he was cool. And, he's captain of the football team. I'm supposed to be with him, right? But... I don't know. I started to realize it wasn't really. He just wants me for my body, nothing more. Saturday night, he wanted me to have sex with him... I... I'm a virgin." I was shocked to hear that, but I remained composed. "I had agreed to have sex with him, but I changed my mind. I knew it wasn't right. He wasn't right. I need someone more... I don't know. But it just wasn't him. When I told him, he freaked out. Said I was a liar, called me a whore. I mean, I've done other things, but not that. Never sex. I just locked up. That's when I called you. I didn't know who else to call. He didn't hurt me or anything, really, but I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there. Maybe he would have."

I nod along as she finishes. Even my sober mind can tell she is trying to fill a void. The obvious answer is she should break up with him, and she never should have been with him to start with, but I know that isn't what she needs to hear.

"Kelly, I'm sorry to hear that." She looks away from me and presses herself further into the counter as if trying to shy away from my gaze. "No one should be pressured into sex, ever. It's something that you should do when you feel ready, and only then. And fuck Dan for trying to pressure you for it."

"I know," she murmurs, still looking away. I wait a moment, and she continues. "I just... hate being alone. Ever since Dad died, I just feel empty. Not in a moody, I'm depressed kind of way. More like just something is missing. Maybe I was with Dan to try and fill that."

"Dad's **** was hard on all of us. It would be very understandable to feel upset about it."

"That's a nice way of saying I have daddy issues," Kelly muttered, before finally looking at me again and shooting me a smirk. "I appreciate you trying to talk to me about this, Dom. I don't know what the solution is, but I have felt better recently. Something about the past few weeks... I don't know, really. I feel less empty. Even before Saturday night. Something has changed about you, I think. I just feel more... me... whenever I'm with you now. Like everything is going to be okay."

"I guess you could say I complete you."

Kelly rolls her eyes and brushes a blond curl behind her ear. "Yeah, sure. Which is great. My fucked up daddy-issues brain latching onto my older brother, out of nowhere by the way, as the only real male role model in my life and striving to be validated by you is great. Fucking great." She rolls her eyes again, but I can tell she is joking.

"What can I say, I'm one to look up to!" I say, jovially. I spread my arms for comedic effect, but they slowly fall to my sides. "Or, I will be." I meet Kelly's eyes again and sigh. "It's natural, Kelly. Dad is gone. I've been a shit stain for a long time. But I'm getting it together, now. I'm sure your subconscious just recognizes that you're getting the brother you should have always had."

She doesn't respond for a moment... Then, pushing away from the counter with her arms outstretched, she says, "Hug me?"

"Always," I say, and wrap my arms around her. She sags into my chest and wraps her arms around my back. Her breasts press against me, drawing a reaction in my bathing suit.

"Dom?" she asks, her voice soft and quiet.

"Yes, Kelly?"

"This morning... when I kissed you. That was okay, right?" Kelly looks up at me, inches from my face, and I stare back at her. This beautiful girl, blond curls tumbling down her back, stares at me with her piercing eyes like an ocean I want to drown in, and asks if I think it was okay for her to kiss me?

My answer is the soft sensation of my lips pressing against hers. She freezes for a minuscule moment, then kisses me back. Like our earlier kiss, it isn't especially romantic. But it is full of love and still sends my nerves into a frenzy. After two seconds, I break our kiss and look into her eyes. Those blue oceanic orbs, formerly so clear, appear cloudy now.

"Dom?" she asks, her breath hot on my face.

"It is always okay," I answer, finally, and she hugs me again.

"Thank you, Dom. Thank you for everything."