Spanish Heat

It had been a long flight.

Two hours trapped on a cramped plane, cramped between two rows of screaming schoolkids, and sat next to your 16 year old brother, whining about how his iPod's just died, and your dad'svsnoring were especially draining. That isn't including the innuerable delays, lost luggage and an early wake-up this morning.

The resulting arrival time was far later than the airline predicted.

You arrived at Malaga airport just as the sun was going down, when you just wanted toliedown and close your eyes.

But no! You had to collect your car first, then drive for another hour to the sleepy Spanish town of Nerja.

You're told there's a few nice beaches here, but besides the constant crashing of the waves against sand, there is little evidence of a beach in the twilight.

You shrug dismissively and walk down the street to your apartment, your parents ahead and your brother in tow. You can't help but smile as you remember your little brother has a crush on you, even going so far as asking to feel your tits, and you begin to exaggerate the movement of your ass in your short shorts, shaking from side to side seductively. You look back at him and wink teasingly.

You get the impression that, if you teased him any more or he were a weaker-willed person, he would you to the ground and fuck you right there.

Luckily for you, he's showing a lot of restraint.

You look up at your apartment, which looks run-down from the outside, but almost guaranteed not to be on the inside, given your parent's notoriously fickle promices.

You're sharing one two-bedroomed apartment with your little brother - oh joy of joys - whilst Mum and Dad share another.

You open the door and, almost immediately, 'bagsy' the master bedroom, complete with a double bed. You chuckle as you imagine your brother in that little single bed in the next room.

You dump your rucksack and suitcase on the bed and recline beside them, tempted to sleep exactly as you are. You think better of it and slide the suitcase under the bed, dup your rucksack beside your bed. You change into your bedclothes - a large t-shirt that blurrs your seductive figure and a pair of panties - and slip under the covers, the calming sound of the waves helping you drift off into sleep.

You yawn and stretch as you wake up, the sun shining through the little window in your room. You slept well, given your stressful day yesterday.

You lie there a little longer, contemplating what to do first.