I turned my chair away from her, opening my paper back up. My cock was still throbbing and watching her oil herself up out of the corner of my eye wasn’t helping. She was slathering lotion all over, rubbing it into the creases, even between her toes. I could smell the stuff, like coconuts, as if a tropical smell was supposed to make you turn darker.

“You find anything in there yet?” She dropped the lotion next to her chair and leaned back. Her breasts jiggled in the white bikini top when she did, and I couldn’t help watching. Seeing real flesh move was different from looking at a picture in a magazine. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to touch her there, just the top of her breast, all shiny from the oil. I flushed.

“No.” I turned my eyes back to the paper. “There’s nothing out there.”

“Well, mum and dad won’t let you scrounge off them forever, you know.” She threw an arm up over her head.

“Sod off!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the one who’s still living with my parents at twenty-five.”

I stood up, deciding to go into the house. Maybe take another shower. I felt hot and sweaty, although it wasn’t really that warm out here, yet.

“Hey.” Dawn lifted her sunglasses again. Her eyes were soft, and so was her smile. “You wanna do something for me?”

“If it involves lotion and your back, forget it.” I reached for the back door. “I’m your brother, remember?”

She stuck her tongue out. “If you’re going in the house… maybe you could bring out one of dad’s bottles of wine?”

I raised my eyebrows at her. “The good stuff?”

“Yeah.” She grinned. “Why not? Let’s celebrate my holiday. You’re eighteen now.”

I opened the door, heading into the house. The kitchen was to the right, and I threw the paper on the table, squatting down in front of the wine rack. I found a bottle of dad’s favourite wine. It was almost full, but had been uncorked. I grabbed it, turning back to the door. Dawn was adjusting her straps when I looked out, lifting her breasts as she did. I sighed, going out.