Unspoken Pleasure

After breakfast we decided to go for a swim and take in some sun. I finished cleaning

up the kitchen and went upstairs. I changed, hit the john and went downstairs and out on the porch. Dania was already walking down to the lake so I followed her. She had remembered to bring a big blanket and the sun tan lotion. She stripped off her cover- up and stood there looking at the lake. What I saw made me speechless. She was wearing a very brief, semi transparent white bikini that amounted to three small, strategically located triangles of translucent fabric attached by strings and leaving nothing to the imagination.

She smiled at my gawking and said,

"It's called a "wicked weasel" and it certainly draws attention. I got it through the mail so mom wouldn't know. If she knew I had it, she would never have let me keep it, yet alone wear it in public,. Do you like?"

"What's not to like" I said " then again, what is there to like?"

"Funny -- real funny" she chided. "You should be honored," she continued "this is the first time I've felt safe enough with anyone to wear it."

"Why did you bother to wear anything" I blurted out -- not thinking.

She got this strange look on her face. "I'm still a little ... nervous around you" was all she said. What did that mean? How could she be nervous?noveldrama

We lay on the blanket for a while when she asked if I would put lotion on her back.

"An old ploy" I kidded.

"Can't hurt the willing," she teased as she turned over on her stomach showing me her perfect ass separated by a string. As I rubbed the lotion on her back she started to moan saying how wonderful it felt, the backrub, the sun and her favorite brother and all.

"I'm your only brother, dufus" I kidded. I continued putting the lotion on her legs and I was beginning to get aroused from it. Her skin was so soft to the touch and warm in the sun. And when she told me to put in on her ass as well otherwise it would burn I just couldn't control myself. I was now sprouting a full blown hard-on just from putting on some sunblock. I couldn't believe she was teasing me like this, pushing me with the body contact. It seemed to be more overt than our regular act. So I just said,

"Hey Dania, what's this all about? We have been the best of friends; we have shared everything-udwir、trour sex lives witheartortler wittoucson muertas-a-fir!: Werease each other with sexual innuendo all the time because we know it's safe. Yet since our dance last night I just feel that there has been a change and I'm not sure what it's about. You are being different somehow. I haven't figured it out but my body seems to know it."

I had stopped applying the lotion on her ass cheeks and she turned over. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in my swim trunks. She stared at the bulge then up at me for a long time with those green eyes as if she were trying to make up her mind.

Finally she broke the silence, took a deep breath and said,

"It felt nice to me dancing with you and being next to you last night and serving breakfast to you today -- that's all." I stared at her for a long time.

"What do you mean "nice"-- exactly" I said -- the words and phrase we used all the time as a code to clear the bullshit between us.

"I meant what I said. It felt nice in a lot of ways.

"And what does that mean - exactly?" She thought about it some more.

"OK -- you asked." She sat up and pulled her cover around her. "You have to believe how hard this going to be for me. I have agonized about this moment for a very long time. I also have even fantasized about it. I know I will stumble through it so please promise you'll let me get it all out before you interrupt me. And promise you won't judge me harshly by what I am going to say. Its how I feel and I'm not sure how it happened. Promise me - Please?"

"I promise" I responded" and you know I care about you way too much to be judgmental when it comes to you and me! There is nothing you could do or say that would make me change how I feel about you. I love you!"

"I know -- but maybe not like me." I could tell she was nervous -- or maybe even afraid. She was clenching her hands like she used to do when she was younger and her neck and cheeks were flushed. And what the hell was "like me"?

"OK. I am trusting you with this. I mean really trusting you! Here goes..... I am not a virgin -- no secret to you -- at least in the final act sense. But I am mentally -- what I mean is there has been absolutely no intense thrill for me from the sex. The reason is that I have always believed that love making must be with the right "one" to have that intense kind of emotional impact. Other than that it is just sex -- OK in its own right but not earth shaking no matter how physically good it felt. Ever since I was a kid, mom and I would talk about meeting the "one guy" that made the world spin -- that made your heart flutter just at the thought of him or the hearing of his name. I got the impression that mom shared that belief, and I concluded she thought your dad was that guy. But, there was an underlying hint of sadness as a result for her I couldn't identify. I still haven't figured that part out. Anyway, I bought into the idea big time. Last night while we were dancing I felt so perfect in your arms even though we had danced so many times before. For some reason it was different -- very different and just.... perfect. That feeling of perfection is the first and only time that has happened to me with anyone. But I know why for me. I have believed you were that "right one" from the moment you kissed my cheek at my 16th birthday party and I have loved you ever since. No other boy really ever meant anything to me after then. I believe you are my true soul mate. Every guy was measured against you -- and lost. I have been dreaming about you and having fantasies about you for years. It was the only secret I kept from you because I was afraid of what you might say. I was afraid, that if you didn't share this feeling and I crossed the line, it would ruin everything and I wasn't willing to sacrifice the closeness we have -- the need I have for you in my life. It wasn't until I connected something you said about why you decided to break up with Martha with how I felt dancing with you last night to your reaction to my telling you I had lost my virginity to Paul that I thought you might have the same feelings about me. Then that thing happened outside. What you did and how you did it made me realize I could only be totally me and feel totally safe with you. I love you Dan -- and not just as a brother! And I know, deep in my heart, if we make love it will be mind-blowing and perfect! "