Still smiling to herself, the curvaceous teenager eventually turned her back to the mirror and looked at herself over her shoulder.
"Do you think my ass looks big in this thing?" She asked in a criticizing voice while slowly running her hand over one of her well rounded buttocks.
"Uh... No, not at all..." Came her brother's rather late answer, and she could barely stiffle a laughter as she saw him struggle to get his eyes to meet hers instead of staring at her butt in the mirror.
"Too easy." She thought to herself, almost about to let him off the hook right away.
"Or maybe it does, actually..." He suddenly continued, giving her that quite annoying mischevous smile that only a brother could give his baby sister. "Just about anything would look big in something like that."
"Mmmm, really...?" She replied, pouting her lips thoughtfully while looking back at herself. This time it was another sort of giggle she had to hold back, as she couldn't allow herself to slip back to the little sister role. Maybe she had underrated him after all. "You don't like it then?"
"What do you mean? Your ass or the bikini?" Came the quick reply, followed up by another mischevous grin.
"Well, both?" She suggested, awarding him a rather frosty smile while turning back to the mirror again.
"Your ass looks great, Jenny." He told her, at least being wise enough to put up a more neutral tone, obviously to avoid risking a conflict. "And I'm jealous of your bikini."
"Jealous?!" She wondered, raising a questioning eyebrow as she looked back at him. "You'd like to wear it?!"
"I'd like to be it!" He returned, still trying to sound neutral but at the same time failing big time to hold back the wide grin forming in his face. "Seriously sis, you look incredible!"
"Thanks." She smiled back at him while cursing at herself for her own stupidity. All she achieved by going on like this was to give him all the excuses he needed to check her out. The more he got used to seeing her naked skin, the less likely would he be to fall for her traps. "So you don't mind if I go to the bar like this then?"
"To the bar?" He queried, making her smile to herself as a look of dislike flashed over his handsome face. Jealousy was always a safe card. There was simply nothing that could make a man want a woman more than seeing other men compete for her favour. Then the smile returned to his face and he shrugged (Shrugged?!). "Well, sure... You're not a kid anymore."
"You're damn right I ain't!" She grumbled as she gave herself a final look in the mirror and hastily rearranged her breasts in the minimal garment that barely helped covering them. Before storming off to her bedroom she threw her brother another glance, noticing the somewhat confused look on his face. Again she cursed herself, stopping in her tracks before she'd even started moving. Getting angry at him certainly wouldn't help one bit at all, but it took her some mental strength to relax and put up a friendly smile again. "You really think so?"
"Uh, what...?" He wondered cautiously, looking even more confused by the fact she didn't run off.
"That I'm not a kid anymore?" She rephrased the question, looking back into the mirror while taking a little more time correcting the strings of her bikini top. Once again she had his full attention, his eyes discretely following every move of her hands as they pushed and pulled at her voluptous chest. His only reply was an appreciating nod of his head, which she interpreted as a positive answer to her question. "So, you don't mind then? If I wear this at the bar?"
"No... Of course not..." He slowly replied, but once again she could clearly see that look on his face that contradicted his words. It didn't stay for long this time either, but it was more than enough to tell her she still had him. It was a well known fact that even a father's protective gaze upon his daughter was based on jealousy, and so was apparently the case with brothers. |