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Authors: Cassie Hamilton
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There’s a tradition in my family. It’s one of my favorite days every year. Once the summer gets hot enough, and we all get tired of sitting inside all day avoiding the heat, we spend one day at the water park. The same one every year. There are slides, a wave pool, concession stands, basically anything you’d expect. And it was on that day in the middle of summer, that I realized something. It felt very strange at first. I realized that I was attracted to my brother, John.
Now, we weren’t actually related. None of us were. It was just me, my dad, and my brother in the house. No mom. But me and my brother were both adopted. We grew up together, always ending up in the same foster homes, and eventually we got adopted by the same man. So I never thought of him as anything other than my brother. But technically speaking, there was no blood relation between any of us.
So it’s the summer when I’m nineteen. John had just turned twenty. Both me and him are just waiting for the day. And one day, me and John are melting on the couch, and Dad walks in. “Today,” he said. “Today is the day.”
We both knew exactly what he was talking about. “Finally,” said John.
“Go get packed,” said Dad.
We hopped off the couch and ran into our rooms. I grabbed a towel, and then opened the drawer where my bathing suits were. I had a few.
There was the one I’d wore for the last few years. Full body. I also used it when I went to the pool to swim lengths. There were a couple that I’d grown out of, but I was still keeping around because I’m nostalgic. And then there was the new one.
I’d bought it on a whim while walking through the mall just a few months ago. I saw how pretty the woman looked in the poster at the front of the store. And it occurred to me that I’d actually ended up kind of like her. I was a late bloomer. I didn’t get boobs until very recently. I didn’t have hips. I didn’t look sexy at all. Not when I’d started high school, at least.
But now I was done high school. I was still wearing all the same clothes, but standing there in the mall I realized that I didn’t need to be. Now I had a hot body that I could flaunt if I wanted to. I had the curves. The small waistline. The beautiful boobs and the supple ass. So I walked right into that store, tried one on, checked myself out in the mirror for five minutes, and then bought it. It felt good.
But now I had a dilema. Would I actually wear that bikini? In front of my family? At first I wanted to go with the usual. The plain. The boring. It was safe, at least. If I wore that, everything would be the same as last year.
There was an allure though, of wearing something new. Of making things change. Of looking sexy. I’ll admit that it never crossed my mind that it was the men in my own family I would be attracting. I just thought I might get a few hot surfer dudes checking me out. And that would make me feel good. I went with the bikini.
We all piled into the car and rolled the windows down. Sped down the highway to the park. Everyone was excited. Once we got there we split up and all got into our bathing suits. I looked damn fine in mine. Tight skin. Kind of pale, but I liked it that way. I walked out of that changing room expecting people to start looking at me.
And right away, a head spun towards me. Looked down at my feet and then slowly moved up my body, savouring every part. Until he saw my face. And realized that he was checking out his sister. It was kind of awkward.
But I tried to just play it off. I decided to try and make a joke. Looking back, it might have sent some of the wrong signals. I looked down at his feet and slowly looked him up and down. I meant it as a joke, but neither of us laughed. And that is when this weird thing happened.
I started to actually check him out. My brother. He was wearing board shorts. No shirt. And he was kinda… buff. Like, sexy buff, not gross
Now, we weren’t actually related. None of us were. It was just me, my dad, and my brother in the house. No mom. But me and my brother were both adopted. We grew up together, always ending up in the same foster homes, and eventually we got adopted by the same man. So I never thought of him as anything other than my brother. But technically speaking, there was no blood relation between any of us.
So it’s the summer when I’m nineteen. John had just turned twenty. Both me and him are just waiting for the day. And one day, me and John are melting on the couch, and Dad walks in. “Today,” he said. “Today is the day.”
We both knew exactly what he was talking about. “Finally,” said John.
“Go get packed,” said Dad.
We hopped off the couch and ran into our rooms. I grabbed a towel, and then opened the drawer where my bathing suits were. I had a few.
There was the one I’d wore for the last few years. Full body. I also used it when I went to the pool to swim lengths. There were a couple that I’d grown out of, but I was still keeping around because I’m nostalgic. And then there was the new one.
I’d bought it on a whim while walking through the mall just a few months ago. I saw how pretty the woman looked in the poster at the front of the store. And it occurred to me that I’d actually ended up kind of like her. I was a late bloomer. I didn’t get boobs until very recently. I didn’t have hips. I didn’t look sexy at all. Not when I’d started high school, at least.
But now I was done high school. I was still wearing all the same clothes, but standing there in the mall I realized that I didn’t need to be. Now I had a hot body that I could flaunt if I wanted to. I had the curves. The small waistline. The beautiful boobs and the supple ass. So I walked right into that store, tried one on, checked myself out in the mirror for five minutes, and then bought it. It felt good.
But now I had a dilema. Would I actually wear that bikini? In front of my family? At first I wanted to go with the usual. The plain. The boring. It was safe, at least. If I wore that, everything would be the same as last year.
There was an allure though, of wearing something new. Of making things change. Of looking sexy. I’ll admit that it never crossed my mind that it was the men in my own family I would be attracting. I just thought I might get a few hot surfer dudes checking me out. And that would make me feel good. I went with the bikini.
We all piled into the car and rolled the windows down. Sped down the highway to the park. Everyone was excited. Once we got there we split up and all got into our bathing suits. I looked damn fine in mine. Tight skin. Kind of pale, but I liked it that way. I walked out of that changing room expecting people to start looking at me.
And right away, a head spun towards me. Looked down at my feet and then slowly moved up my body, savouring every part. Until he saw my face. And realized that he was checking out his sister. It was kind of awkward.
But I tried to just play it off. I decided to try and make a joke. Looking back, it might have sent some of the wrong signals. I looked down at his feet and slowly looked him up and down. I meant it as a joke, but neither of us laughed. And that is when this weird thing happened.
I started to actually check him out. My brother. He was wearing board shorts. No shirt. And he was kinda… buff. Like, sexy buff, not gross
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