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 ï>¿Teasing Brandon by EmiTsuruta

   I sat on his lap.  Hiphugger teasing.  Got naked at the beach.

   When I lived with my host family in Oceanview, I got to know my host
mom, Loretta, and her two kids, Brandon and Jennifer, who were around 19 or
20 at the time.  Jennifer and I get along fine, but I guess there was some
sexual tension between Brandon and me.  In front of others, we'd kind of
maintained this front that the two of us were sister and brother, but I
think the truth was a bit more complicated than that.  It wasn't that he
was hitting on me or anything.  He had stumbled on me in embarrassing
situations a couple times.  I guess I had flashed him my bottom one time,
and got him to spank me on my birthday.  I was trying to be good, but my
view of him was maybe changing.  Anyway, I'll tell you the story, and
you'll see what I mean.

   At first, I didn't really think Brandon is handsome exactly.  Yuuki from
the shopping mall thinks he is.  He has dark hair, and steely blue eyes,
squints a bit.  His body is slender, wiry.  He reminds me a bit of my
cousin Hideki, who is a mischievous pest, and that colored my view of him.
I guess in reality, he is handsome, but it's just I know him better than
other people.  I know his flaws more.  Anyway, when all this started, I was
still trying to treat him like a brother, keep our relations chaste and
above board.  Easier said than done.

   For one thing, his mom, Loretta, was at first quite blind to the tension
between us.  For instance, one day, Loretta called me at school to say she
was in the neighborhood, and could give me a ride home if I wanted.  I said
sure, and soon she showed up in her car with her fit boyfriend Hank in the
passenger seat, and Brandon in the back.  (Hank and I have some history,
but that's a whole 'nother story).  I got in the back.  I wasn't dressed up
or anything, just wearing something summery: suede ankle boots, a cream
cropped sweater and a frilly checkered white and blue mini-skirt.  Brandon
gave me a nod, but then turned away to stare out the window.  He was in
jeans and a lumberjack shirt, not exactly dressy himself.

   Next, we picked up Jennifer, who got in the back pushing me to the
middle closer to Brandon.  He glanced over at my bare thighs, but didn't
say anything.  A bit further on, we spotted Dylan, a neighbor guy who is
Brandon's best friend.  Loretta slowed down, and offered him a ride.  There
wasn't really room for Dylan in the back seat, but Loretta said,

   "Emi, do you wanna hop up onto Brandon's lap?" as if it was no big deal.
I was a bit surprised, but not wanting to make a fuss, I stood up, and then
set my mini-skirt-clad behind down on Brandon's knees.  I was barely
touching him, sitting far forward, but I did feel a bit strange.  He had
gone completely quiet.  He'd backed up, arms splayed out against the seat,
trying not to touch me.  Eventually, I realized what his problem was.  He
was developing a hard-on.  It was kind of weird because he's always
pretending like he doesn't like me.  Even so, I could definitely feel his
penis poking me when we hit a bump.

   I didn't say anything, just quietly tried to pull the hem of my
mini-skirt down, so my panties wouldn't show.  When Loretta rounded a
corner though, I lost my grip, and slid back into him, trapping his penis
between the cheeks of my bottom.  I grabbed the seat in front of me, and
tried to pull myself out.  His cock came free, but when I fell back again,
I could feel it underneath now knocking at my gates of heaven. 
Scandalized, I twirled, and gave him an accusing look, but he was trying to
make out like it wasn't his fault.

   He eventually placed his hands on my hips, trying to lift me up off of
him.  Dylan was looking at us, wondering what on earth we were doing.  I
raised my hands in the air, proving that I wasn't touching Brandon at
least. Brandon really did look embarrassed.  It was pretty funny.

   We got onto a clear stretch of road, so eventually I was able to regain
my footing, and slide forward a bit.  Brandon had got his hands all tangled
up in the frills on the hem of my mini-skirt, and kept touching me on my
bare thighs, getting me all excited.  I reached down, and tried to help him
untangle, but touching him, I was probably just making things worse.  I
could feel his penis growing longer, rubbing up against my pussy through my
panties and his jeans.  I lifted the hem of my mini-skirt trying to see
what Brandon was caught on, but this just let them all see my creamy lace
panties.  Dylan kind of rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

   Determined to pull loose, I grabbed the seat back again, and half stood
up, getting off of Brandon, but all this flailing around was distracting
Loretta from her driving.  Just to simplify things, I sat back down,
pinning Brandon's penis against his stomach with my bottom.  He was
starting to look all hot and bothered, having trouble containing himself.
Embarrassed no end, I bowed an apology to him and Loretta, not really sure
what I should do.  I wasn't trying to get him horny.  I was honestly
surprised he was getting so worked up.  I guess he's not use to having a
girl sit on his lap.  He placed one hand on my bare midriff, while I tried
to keep a straight face myself.  Boys.

   Thankfully, we reached Dylan's house, and Loretta stopped the car to
drop him off.  I stood up again, but Brandon just stared at my panty-clad
tush now, peeking out from under my mini-skirt a few inches from his face.
Eventually, Jennifer squished over leaving room for me to sit.  Brandon was
trying so hard to hide his hard-on.  That was pretty funny.  I don't think
Loretta nor Hank knew what was going on.  Jennifer was staring off into the
distance, trying to ignore us.

   When we arrived at their house, we all bailed out of the car.  Brandon
ran off into the house.  I felt a bit bad for having got him so excited,
although I don't think it was really my fault.  Loretta was the one who
suggested I sit on his lap.  Hopefully, she realized her mistake.  I didn't
want to be the one to tell her.

   Anyway, after that, I went back to taking the bus home, and things
settled back into a routine.  I did notice that Brandon was taking better
care of himself, showering more and stuff, especially in the morning before
he went to class.  I assumed that he was getting all gussied up for some
girl at school.  I asked him who she was, but he kept denying that there
was any such girl.  He had to be putting in all this work for someone.  I
did think it was kind of cute.

   One morning, I couldn't resist the temptation anymore.  I peeked in on
him while he was in the shower, making some remark about how his ladylove
would be so pleased at how clean he was getting.  All I saw was his bare
behind, fairly hairless, but kind of muscular, masculine, attractive even.
He quickly chased me out, but when he came out, fully dressed, he was all
upset, outraged that I'd peeked in on him.  No matter how much I
apologized, he still seemed steamed.  It seemed a bit unfair.  He's seen me
naked, spanked me, dry-humped me, but won't even let me see his weenie?  Ah
well.  He's bound to calm down eventually.

   Time passed, and I'd almost forgotten about it, when one day, my best
friend Satomi and I came back from swimming at the beach.  I'd had a shower
at the surf center, but Satomi doesn't like to get naked in public.  ;-p
She ended up having a shower at our house.  I was just lying on my bed in
shorts and a t-shirt, relaxing when suddenly, I heard Satomi cry out from
the bathroom.

   "Waaa!"

   At first I didn't know what it was, but when I got up, I saw Brandon
dash out from the bathroom back to his room.  Darn!  I guess he must have
thought it was me in the shower, and was trying to get me back for peeking
in on him.  Poor innocent Satomi had ended up the victim of his peeping
tomfoolery.

   Brandon was clutching his crotch, so I knew he'd got a look at her.  I
went over, and tried to get Satomi to calm back down, but she was
completely scandalized that this boy I was living with had snuck in, and
peeked on in on her while she was naked.  Now Satomi doesn't seem to
realize this, but she is pretty hot.  Her eyes are cat-like and slinky. 
Her whole body was this light shade of pink, unkissed by the sun, making
her thick black pubic hair, streaming with water really stand out.  She
doesn't like her own behind, but it's actually quite sexy, very much what
guys like I think, round, curvy and a bit cushy.  I'd told her she should
put herself out there more, but I guess this wasn't exactly what I meant.

   Once she dried off, and got dressed, I took her over to Brandon's room,
and demanded he apologize.  He explained what I already knew; he hadn't
meant to spy on her.  She was still angry though.  The whole thing was kind
of awkward, because in a way, I guess it was my fault.  If I hadn't peeked
in on him the other day, he wouldn't have been looking to get me back.

   For the next little while, Satomi made a point of not coming over to my
house because "that pervert Brandon might be there." Maybe it had been
wrong of him to spy on her like that, but I didn't like the way she was
dissing him.  Satomi didn't know the whole story.  I couldn't really tell
her either without making things worse.

   At home, after these run-ins, I did make more of an effort to keep my
guard up.  For instance, on this one day, when I went over to shower, I
took a knee-length yukata (robe) with me, and wore it when I came back to
my room.  I'd made a point of pushing my door all the way shut, and then
even pulled on some panties and jeans before taking off my yukata.  I was
looking in my closet--bare-breasted mind you--trying to figure out what
blouse I should wear.  My breasts aren't huge, but they are all natural, a
nice round shape (handful size?) with cute pink nipples.  A lot of guys
like them.  Ryosuke calls them "bi'nyuu," Japanese for 'beautiful breasts.'

   Anyway, there I was standing in my own room topless, when, suddenly,
Brandon opens the door, and asks,

   "Hey, Emi.  Have you seen my baseball cap?" He didn't even bother to
knock.  I covered my breasts with my hands, and turned to glare at him,
annoyed that he would burst in on me.

   "Oh sorry.  I didn't realize...," he apologized.  I looked down at my
breasts to make sure I had them covered, but he just continued to stand
there, staring at me, this goofy look on his face.

   "What?" I demanded sternly.  He kind of looked at me sheepishly, but
then nodded towards my breasts, saying,

   "That's interesting how you can hide them like that."

   "Tebura," I explained in Japanese.

   "What's that?" he asked.

   "Tebura," I repeated.  He still didn't understand, so I translated back
into English, "A hand bra."

   He cocked his head, looking me over from this side and that.  I finally
got fed up, and chased him out, closing the door.  I don't get it.  He gets
all steamed when I peek in on him, but he feels quite at home eyeballing
me. That's not fair!  Later in the car, I caught him staring at my breasts
again, but at least by then, I was dressed in one of my more modest
blouses.

   That night I was getting ready for bed when I heard a tap tap tap at my
door.  I was fresh from the shower, but wearing bulky boy-style pajamas, so
I finally got up, and answered it.  It was Brandon.

   "What now?" I demanded, still a bit annoyed.

   "Hey, chill out.  Truce.  Truce," he pleaded, holding up his hand in
apology.  I went back to my chair, and continued drying my hair.  "You know
what you were saying this morning about 'hand bra' being a Japanese
word..."

   "Tebura," I repeated.

   "Is there a word for 'hand undies'?"

   I looked at him for a minute, and then answered,

   "Tepantsu."

   "What?"

   "Tepantsu.  'Te' is 'hand,' and 'pantsu' is 'underwear'."

   He got out a notebook, and wrote that down.

   "What does that look like?" he asked with this evil glint in his eye. 
It slowly dawned on me that he was asking me to pull down my p.j.  bottoms,
cover my bush with my hand, and show him.  Now it is certainly true that
I've teased Brandon now and then.  The first time I did it, I think he told
on me to his mom.  Loretta asked me not to tease him, but a few times I (or
my sister or Ryosuke) have gotten carried away.  It's weird, you know? 
Because I live with Brandon, I know him so well.  I'd kind of been relying
on him to keep these things our secret.  Still, it's hard to find the line,
you know?  How much is too much?

   "Here!  Go look it up for yourself," I finally replied, shooing him
away. He looked disappointed, but he did eventually leave.  I closed the
door again, nervous, wondering if I'd pushed this whole teasing thing too
far.  I get all excited when I'm doing it, but I probably should be more
careful.  Loretta is pretty understanding, but if all this gets out, or
heaven forbid, back to my parents, I'll really be in for it then.

   Anyway, a few weeks after that, Loretta invited me to join them for a
backyard barbecue.  That morning, I ended up going to the beach with
Satomi. I wanted to swim, but Satomi stayed with our stuff lying out on a
towel sunbathing.  Guys kept going over to hit on her, but she just kind of
lay there, not really responding, hiding behind her big dark sunglasses. 
When I came back, I told her about the barbecue, but she was still avoiding
'that perv Brandon,' so I told her we could meet up after, and headed home
on my own.

   When I got home, I peeked out the back window to see who all was there
for the barbecue.  It was just the regulars: Hank, Brandon, Dylan, Loretta
and Jennifer.  Hmm.  That's just as well I guess.  I don't need to dress
up.

   I rushed upstairs, had a quick shower, and pulled on a pair of soft pink
workout pants and an airy white cotton t-shirt.  I went outside, and said
hi to them all.  Loretta offered me a hot dog.  While I was adding some
veggies, I slowly began to sense that Brandon was staring at my back.  The
workout pants I was wearing have a fairly loose belt, so I think they were
hanging a bit low on my hips, leaving my butt crack exposed.  I wanted to
pull them back up, but my hands were full.  Brandon wasn't making a scene
or anything, but he was getting a kick out of seeing my precious white butt
cheeks.  A lot of guys seem to like my behind.  I'd worn a lot of sunblock
at the beach, but it's possible he could see the tan lines from where my
bikini was.  Some guys find that sexy I guess.

   I explained to them all that I had to go meet Satomi later, so I could
only stay for a bit.  In a carefree mood, I plopped my bottom down in the
chair next to Brandon, sitting up straight, my lips pursed together,
playing innocent.  Brandon seemed distracted, and was trying not to stare
at me, but when I turned away, I could sense his eyes dart down to my rump
again.  I don't know what it is with guys, why they get so excited by this.
I look relatively decent in this outfit I thought.  It was certainly
nothing outrageous.

   When I put the end of the hot dog in my mouth, Brandon started squinting
trying to keep from laughing.  I think instead of the hot dog, he was
imagining me putting something else in my mouth.  I played dumb, but
wrapped my lips around the wiener vaguely miming what he was thinking.  He
licked his lips, but didn't say anything.  I polished off the first hot
dog, and then went over to get another.  Brandon was still eyeing my
backside, but Hank and Loretta seemed unconcerned, not really paying
attention to us.

   When I came back, just for kicks, I slid my rear along the seat of my
chair, pulling my pants down exposing even more of my bottom.  I don't
think Brandon could see at first, but he was clearly tickled by my playful
mood.  Still playing innocent, I slowly hopped forward giving him a better
look at my bare behind.

   I'm not really sure why I was doing all this.  It was a nice day out,
and I'd enjoyed the beach.  I was just in a frisky mood I guess, glad for
the attention.  Brandon was being surprisingly shy, avoiding my gaze,
trying not to get caught ogling my tush.  When I slid back in my chair
again, I accidentally(?) pulled my waistband down even further.  I actually
overdid it this time, pulling my pants down so far you could almost see my
pussy.  I just stayed there like that, completely bare ass, contentedly
munching on my hot dog, giving Brandon a big smile whenever he looked this
way.  He looked pretty nervous actually.  I wanted to get some lettuce for
my hot dog, but I was worried that if I stood up like this, I would lose my
bottoms, so I finally had to pull them back up.  Brandon looked
disappointed.

   I was vaguely toying with the idea of pushing it further, flashing him
my pussy even, but this was getting too dangerous.  He came over to ask
where I was headed, and I told him just down to campus, Satomi's dorm.  I
think he wanted to come, but Satomi wouldn't like that, so I had to tell
him next time.  Anyway, when I finished, I thanked Loretta for the food,
and then headed off.  On campus, no one seems to care how I dress, so my
outfit wasn't as big of a deal.

   One weekend not long after that, Loretta told me she was taking her kids
to the beach, and I asked if I could tag along.  I really wanted to change.
I was just dressed plain not beachy: beige cargo shorts and a baggy white
button up short-sleeve blouse, but Loretta and them were all raring to go.
I paused a moment to put on my lucky necklace, stuffed my phone, a towel,
my bikini and a bottle of sunblock into my bag, and went downstairs.  At
the door, I pulled on a straw hat, sunglasses and beach sandals.  We piled
into Loretta's(?  or maybe Hank's) SUV, and headed out.

   Loretta drove us down to the south end of the beach in search of
parking. She finally settled on a spot in one of the town's parking lots
among the trees, not far from the shore.  The three of them got out their
stuff, but I hadn't changed yet, so I told them to go on ahead, and save me
a spot.  Loretta gave me her keys, so I could lock up, and then headed out
with Brandon and Jenn in tow.  Brandon turned to look back at me, but his
mom yelled at him to catch up.  He did seem awfully curious.

   It was a really gorgeous day out, sunny and warm with a nice cool breeze
blowing in off the ocean.  I could hear crickets chirping away.  It
reminded me of summers in Japan.  I went around to the back of the SUV, and
opened the rear hatch to get my stuff.

   I had a vague idea of where we were.  This was south of the main beach
where all the restaurants and attractions are.  I usually walk or bike to
the beach, so I don't usually come this far down.  It strikes me that it's
less crowded here, which is good, but I don't think there are any public
washrooms nearby for me to change in.  I guess I could just change here by
the car.  I'd seen a Chinese girl do this once, get naked near their SUV on
the beach.  No one tried to stop her or anything.  I have got in trouble
changing near the beach before, but maybe it would be OK this time.

   The parking lot was empty save a few parked cars.  I walked along the
tree line, peering through the branches trying to see if anyone was there.
Even in the woods, it was bright and sunny, the leaves rippling in the
breeze, but it seemed safe.  There were cars going by on the road back at
the entrance, but I don't think anyone driving by in a car would notice me
sandwiched between our van on one side and trees on the other.

   When I looked back though, something caught my eye, a shadow or person,
moving in the trees.  I hid behind a car, and peered out at it through the
windshield.  As it came closer, I realized it was Brandon!  Same mirror
sunglasses, wiry physique, long blue swim trunks.  The sneaky little devil!
He'd come back, looking for me, probably hoping to catch me changing.  I
knew it!  I knew he might try something like this!  He's usually a good
boy, but lately, he's been acting so strange.  Maybe he's still trying to
get me back for peeking in on him in the shower.

   As I thought about it some more, I kind of realized that maybe this
wasn't such a bad thing.  Instead of changing out here all alone, it might
be safer to have him stand guard, protect me.  He wasn't coming out of the
woods though.  He was just huddling there, hiding behind a tree.  What does
he think he is?  Some kind of ninja?  That's silly.  Also, no help.  What's
the point of coming back here if he's not going to talk with me?

   To give him that chance, I came out from behind the car, and walked over
to the open hatch of our SUV to where he could see me.  I waited, and
waited, but he didn't come out.  It was just so weird, knowing he was back
there somewhere watching me.  I guess I've had boys spy on me before,
Hitoshi at Reiko's house, or Craig at Asuna's, but I didn't really know
them.  I live with Brandon for heaven's sake.  I guess because of my
sunglasses he hadn't realized I could see him.

   I really should get changed though.  I wanted to go swimming, and
Loretta and Jenn are probably wondering where we are.  Fed up with waiting,
I undid my cargo shorts, and pulled them down, unveiling my panty-clad rear
end.  I knew that Brandon could probably see me, but the embarrassment was
just fueling my desire.  I could feel the wind blowing in off the sea,
giving me goosebumps.  I really wanted to strip down, get naked, just like
that girl.  I have my lucky necklace, and in a way, Brandon is guarding me.
He's just over there if I need him.

   Quickly before I lost my nerve, I took a quick look around, and slid my
panties down too.  The breeze on my pussy now got me even more excited. 
The fact that I knew he was watching made it even kinkier still.  I don't
think I'd ever done anything quite like this before, deliberately flashing
Brandon out in public.  I didn't even need to cover up this time, just act
as if I was changing.  All giddy with excitement, I unbuttoned my top and
bra, and threw them in the van with the rest of my clothes, standing here
buck naked now.  I still had my sandals on.  I jangled my good luck
necklace, just to make sure I had it, but honestly, I felt elated to be out
here naked like this.  I stretched my legs and my back, basking in the sun,
feeling like I was ten feet tall.  It felt amazing, let me tell you.

   I did feel embarrassed.  I leaned forward, hiding my face but sticking
my bare bottom high in the air, as I rooted through my bag looking for my
sunblock.  I felt so naughty bending over knowing Brandon was out there
watching.  I knew I was taking a terrible chance, but I was just so excited
I wasn't thinking.

   I found the bottle of sunblock, and pulled it out.  I was worried
though. Brandon seeing me is one thing, but there could be other people
around here too.  As I squirted sunblock into one hand, I peered around
checking.  Even with my sunglasses on, I could see Brandon not too far
away, peeking his head out from behind a tree.  I couldn't see anyone else
though.

   I tried to rub sunblock on my breasts, but I felt the first flickers of
an orgasm coming on, welling up inside me.  Embarrassed, I walked to the
side of the van, hiding from Brandon, trying to focus on rubbing the
sunblock in.  The further I got from my clothes though, the more excited I
got.  Damn it.  I shouldn't be doing this at all.  What am I doing out here
naked?

   I took a deep breath, and then started rubbing the sunblock between my
legs, tickling my pussy with my middle finger.  I spotted Brandon come down
to the corner, so trying to get away from him, I walked right out into the
middle of the parking lot.  This was a mistake.  River road is on that side
and some houses, and a truck drove by.  I think the driver saw me, rubbing
sunblock into my cooch.  Luckily, he didn't stop.

   I still had on my sunglasses and a hat, so maybe people won't recognize
me, but even so, I can't just wander around out here in the open naked.  I
have to have a plan.  I hid on the far side of the van from the street, as
I rubbed the sunblock into my butt cheeks.  I finally circled around to the
back of the van, the side where Brandon was.  At least with him, I more or
less knew what to expect.  I could vaguely make out his outline, still
hiding behind a tree.

   Trying to be brave, I set down the bottle, and turned to face his
direction.  He disappeared behind the tree while I once more rubbed the
sunblock into my breasts and my butt, getting myself all excited.  It was
kind of a shame that he was too timid to stick his head out, and watch.  I
probably look pretty sexy, all lathered up like this.

   Once I'd finished, I turned away, threw my hat into the van, and leaned
over to fish a rubber band out of my bag.  Keeping my back to him, so he
could watch, I carefully gathered my hair up into a ponytail intending to
tie it back with the band.  I was probably blushing something fierce by
then, but I arched my back trying to highlight the curves of my body.  I
don't know why this was getting me so excited, but it was.  I know he likes
me, likes my body anyway, so it was just kind of fun, tempting him, rubbing
it in how sexy I can be.  I'm not usually this brazen, even with Ryosuke I
swear.  There was just something about the whole situation...

   Unfortunately, I soon heard a beeping sound coming from Brandon's
direction.  Damn.  I twirled, and saw that he had his smartphone out, and
was trying to take my picture.  'Hey!  Hey!  That's no fair,' I wanted to
tell him.  I had to scare him into stopping somehow, but I wasn't sure how.
When I turned to face him, he ducked back behind the tree, but if I turn
away, he'll try to get a picture.  I know I look good naked.  I guess from
this distance, people might not be able to tell it's me, but I really
didn't want him showing my picture around, or uploading it to the internet,
or whatever.  Maybe I can get to his smartphone later, and delete any
photos or video.  He looks nervous in any case, so maybe he hasn't managed
to get a shot of me yet.

   Speaking of which, where's my own smartphone?  Without thinking, I
turned, leaned into the van, ass in the air again, and dug through my bag.
Oh here it is!  Maybe I should take some selfies before I get dressed.  I
drew the pass code, opened the camera app, and tried to get it into selfie
mode.  I turned back a bit, vaguely aware that Brandon might be snapping
shots while I did all this.  I was kind of proud of the way my breasts had
perked up from all the excitement.  'I hope he gets some good shots,' I
mused.  'No.  Wait.  Not him.' That would be silly.  Unfortunately, while I
fiddled with my own phone, I suddenly heard voices coming this way.  Oh oh.
I'd better seek cover.

   Still buck naked, I stuffed my phone back in my bag, brought it and
Loretta's keys, and closed the back hatch.  The voices were drawing quite
close now, so I scurried around to the driver's side, frantically sifting
through the keys looking for the right one to open the door.  I ducked my
head down hoping that whoever it was wouldn't see me.  It sounded like
boys, maybe surfers headed for the beach.  Then I saw them maybe ten yards
away!  I had to give up on the door, and ran around behind the van again. I
kind of wondered if Brandon might leap to my rescue, but he was still
hiding.  Of all the stupid times...

   Their voices trailed off as they went into the trees further over. 
Phew! That was close.  Good thing I heard them in time.  Gathering up my
nerve, I peeked around the side to make sure they were gone.  The parking
lot seemed empty.  My heart was pounding in my chest, but that was just
adding fire to the flame burning in my belly.

   Wanting to make sure they were gone, I walked all the way down the
length of the van, and came out into the middle of the parking lot again.
My hello kitty was tingling like crazy.  Those guys were pretty handsome,
tanned, bare-chested, long brown hair blowing in the wind.  It's a miracle
they didn't notice me.  I was standing right here, stark naked.

   Another voice ripped me out of my reverie.

   "Brandon!  Brandon!" Oh oh.  It was Loretta, coming this way looking for
us.

   I thought about running into the woods, but that might get messy.  I
stopped at the car door, hands shaking, and tried different keys.  It
seemed to take forever, but I finally found the right one.  I opened the
door, and scrambled inside.  Loretta came out into the parking lot, but I
don't think she could see my bare breasts over the dashboard.  I quickly
ducked down, and tried to find my bikini in my bag.  Oh god.  I hope she
doesn't come over here.  'Brandon is over the other way there,' I wanted to
tell her.

   I found my red and white bikini top, and quickly wrapped it around me,
struggling a bit to get it done up.  Luckily, Loretta paused for a moment
scanning the woods.  That gave me time to fish out my bottoms as well.  She
waved at me to roll down the window, just as I was getting my bikini bottom
tied on.

   "Have you seen Brandon?" she asked.

   "Uh, yeah.  He's just over there I think," I told her, pointing in the
direction I'd last seen him.  She paused for a moment, maybe wondering what
was going on.  Does she suspect?  I guess I should have told her I hadn't
seen him, but anyway, what's done is done.  I readjusted my breasts to get
the bikini to fit, got out, and shut the door.  I was shaking all over.  I
didn't wait for Loretta to come back, just headed straight for the beach. I
found Jennifer sitting on a towel in a one piece bathing suit, calm as
anything, taking it all in.

   "Where's Mom and Brandon?" she asked.

   "Um, your mom is still looking for him I think.  They are back that
way," I pointed.

   She seemed satisfied with that answer, pulled her sunglasses on, and lay
back.  I dumped my stuff on their towel, and went out for a swim to try to
cool down.  When Brandon finally showed up, he gazed over this way, but
wasn't really saying much.  I don't think he told his mom.  He had kind of
this sharp look in his eyes, still a bit antsy from our run-in, but trying
to hide it.

   I couldn't relax.  I guess I was still horny and shivering from the
excitement.  I tried to keep my distance from Brandon without being obvious
about it.

   Loretta said she wanted to take us to a restaurant, so I went, and found
an actual washroom, and changed back into my clothes there.  Brandon was
being distant and aloof, but he is like that sometimes.  In the restaurant,
he left his phone on the table when he went to washroom.  I casually said,

   "I wonder what he keeps on his phone."

   Jenn knew his pass code, so we did a bit of snooping.  There were tons
of photos on his phone, quite a few of me, but as far as I could tell, none
where I am naked.  We didn't have time to check everything, but anyway, my
guess was he hadn't got a shot of me naked after all.  That was a relief. I
really should be more careful.
   Emi Tsuruta