Mountain Menage Part 1: Prologue by Kinley Grey Page A

older.
    “What the hell was that for?” she demanded,
hands on her hips.  She waited for a response, but realized they were both
staring at her chest, open-mouthed.  When she looked down she realized she was
topless.
    She’d been slow to develop compared
to her friends, and this was the first year she’d had any breasts to speak of. 
Heather had been looking forward to showing off her new curves to James, who
she’d had a crush on every summer for years, but not like this!
    With a shriek she grabbed for her
bikini top and tried to cover herself with a hand, losing her balance in the
process and tipping precariously in the tiny boat.  She grabbed for a handhold,
uncovering herself again, her pale breasts the subject of everyone’s full
attention.  Heather glanced up at James and saw him lick his lips.  This was so
humiliating.
    The boat was still teetering and she
gave up on a graceful recovery.  Instead she jumped over the side, putting the
boat between her and the two pairs of eyes.  She clung to the side of the canoe
and heard someone swimming around.
    Please don’t let it be James, she thought to herself.
    It was Charlie.  Her mom had married
Charlie’s dad when the kids were in middle school.  They had a pretty typical
sibling relationship:  Charlie teased her relentlessly, and she embarrassed him
in front of his friends as often as she could.  They had good times too.  He’d helped
her talk their parents into pushing back her curfew for prom, and she’d covered
for him a few times when he’d skipped football practice to hang out with his
girlfriend.
    Thank goodness it was Charlie that
swam around the boat to her.  His face was flushed and he was carefully keeping
his eyes on her face.  “Are you mad?” he said.  “We just wondered if you wanted
to go swimming with us.”
    “You could still come,” said another
voice behind her.  She twirled in the water and saw James had circled around
the other side of the boat.  He was very near; she could feel the warmth of him
through the cool water.  Heather had never been this close to a guy while
wearing so little and she felt her insides turn to butter.  At least she didn’t
have to wonder what he thought of the whole situation.  He was still openly
ogling her, trying to make something out through the murky lake water.
    At her back, Charlie pulled himself
up the side of the boat and fished out her bikini top.  He handed it to her and
said, “We won’t watch while you put it on.  Right, James?”  There was no
response, so he tried again more pointedly.  “I said we won’t watch.  Right,
James ?”
    “You said it, not me,” said James,
turning his back anyway.
    Heather quickly tied the neck and
slipped the scanty piece of fabric over her head, but ran into trouble after
that.  She couldn’t reach around behind her back to tie the other strings while
holding onto the boat or treading water.  She turned to her step-brother and
touched his warm, sunlit shoulder.
    He jumped at her cool touch and
turned to face her.  “Can you tie this for me?”
    “Um, sure.” he said, uncertainly.
    As she pivoted in the water to face
away from him her hip brushed his groin.  There was no mistaking his erection. 
He felt hard and hot against her, despite the chilly water.
    “Eww,” she said, mind spinning.
    She’d never thought of her
step-brother like that before.  Charlie was definitely built like a hunk.  He’d
spent the past couple of summers working as a lifeguard, so his chest and abs
were ripped and tan.  His dark hair was slightly overgrown, and his brown eyes
below the shaggy bangs were piercing and direct.
    She’d always known her big brother
was hot, but he’d never stirred any feelings in her.  He’d always just been
Charlie.  Now she was hyper-sensitive to the feel of his cool hands on her skin
as he fumbled to find the strings of her bikini.
    She shivered as his hands touched
her sides and then reached around in front