Amelia had known one all her life; the other she recently met.
Ethan was a friend of her brother; tall, dark and handsome as they come. His nearly black eyes peered out from under hair almost as black as his eyes. He had a slight sneer, when combined with the spark in his eyes, made him impish and nearly irresistible.
Physically fit, Ethan had a preference for Armani suits, razor cut to his tall frame. He worked in movies, directing or producing or something. Amelia wasn’t quite sure. He was a friend of her older brother - they met in school where her brother studied photography and Ethan studied film.
Ethan liked the slinky, expediter look of Amelia. She was also an arts student, dabbling in dance, painting, drawing and music. She had thick reddish hair and alabaster skin that made her blue eyes pop from her face. Her lips were plump and pink, while her body was lithe and her breasts small.
They always flirted but Amelia never took Ethan as seriously as he wanted. She was his friend’s kid sister. It didn’t stop him from imagining wrapping that long red hair around his hand and sticking his tongue in her mouth.
For a change, Amelia was out in L.A. She’d met an actor - Luke - who was quite famous and was carrying on a torrid affair, much to Ethan’s annoyance. He briefly, but often, considered alerting the paparazzi but always at the last minute decided not to expose Amelia’s privacy like that. As much as he wanted to fuck her, she was still his friend’s little sister and felt protective.
Luke wasn’t a bad guy, either. He was typical Californian, though - sun-bleached blonde hair, tanned with a pearly white smile that won hearts across the globe. Ethan understood why women found him attractive.
Amelia loved so many things about Luke. His laugh, his humour and his caring nature. He hadn’t a care in the world and that love of life rubbed off on the people he was near. And yet. She couldn’t shake the dark, brooding friend of her older brother.
Ethan got an invitation to spend the evening with Amelia and her brother, and he expected Luke to be there as well. He didn’t relish the thought of seeing the two of them together, but their house in the hills, overlooking the city was a nice place to spend a hot night in California. The pool was cool and clear, the breeze refreshing. The beer tasted good.
Luke and Amelia were already in the pool, floating on water chairs, their fingers entwined. Amelia still lit up when she saw Ethan walk onto the pool deck. “Ethan,” she squealed, splashing into the water to climb out and give him a hug. He’d ditched the suit for the night and showed up in green cargo pants and a wash-worn red T-shirt, the logo long ago faded from recognition. Amelia threw her arms around him, squeezing him to her thin body and wetting the parts of him that touched her string bikini. “Jump in with us,” she said, taking his hand.
Ethan looked over at Luke, who had a smile on his face behind his aviator sunglasses. “View from here is great, man,” he said, motioning with his beer to the lightshow in the valley below. Ethan seemed to be the only one who felt remotely awkward.
“Grab a beer and join us,” Amelia said, giving his hand another squeeze and diving back into the pool. Her hair turned a darker shade of red when it was soaking wet.
Inside Ethan changed into board shorts and uncapped a beer, taking a long swig of the cold liquid. He sighed, hoping Amelia’s brother would appear soon.
Ethan sat on the edge of the pool, his feet in the clear water. Amelia was hanging off the side of Luke’s raft, but swam over to Ethan, pulling herself up to sit next to him, water running off her in rivulets. Her nipples were hard under the thin, wet fabric. He met Amelia’s blue eyes, her hands wringing out her long hair, and knew he’d been caught. He looked away and took another long gulp from his drink. Amelia’s heart-shaped face broke into a wide smile. She looked at Luke and winked.
“Kyle is stuck in town right now,” she said, referring to her older brother. “He called to say downtown was gridlocked so he was going to hang out at the restaurant for a bit longer before trying to drive home.”
“Oh,” Ethan said. “So … it’s just us, then?”
“Yup,” Amelia said as she jumped back in the water with a splash. She surfaced in front of Ethan, between his legs, placing her hands on his thighs and pushing herself up until they were face to face. She smiled and dropped back into the water, grabbed his hand and pulled him in.
He could hear Amelia’s laughter under the water. When he came up for air, she was treading water, her blue eyes looking beyond him to the house.
“Hey buddy, you made it!”
Ethan recognized Kyle’s voice, and hopped out of the pool to give his old friend a hug. About half a dozen people followed Kyle onto the pool deck, turning their threesome into a small party. A sudden blast of music indicated more were inside. He looked back at Amelia, her expression irritated. When she noticed Ethan watching her, the smile quickly returned. Ethan felt as though he missed something, some signal perhaps, that he should’ve picked up on. He took a swig of his beer, and nonchalantly pushed his friend in the pool. When Kyle surfaced, Amelia pounced on him, shoving him underwater as she giggled.
Ethan missed the wistful smile Amelia turned in his direction.
The beer on ice was starting to run out, so Ethan headed to the garage to find another case or two. With a full beer of his own in one hand, the search was going slowly and poorly.
“I’m surprised that with this Porsche just sitting here, all black and shiny, that you’re still so focused on that beer,” Amelia said. “You don’t have a problem, do you?”
Ethan whirled around, as fast as he could without staggering, to see Amelia standing behind him, all legs and breasts in her turquoise bikini. She was still wet, and the fabric clung to her body. Ethan was too drunk not to stare. Amelia didn’t mind - her hands tangled in her hair, shaking it to release the curls, pushing her chest forward.
“I was just looking for more beer,” Ethan said, his eyes fixed to the buds of her nipples straining against the wet fabric. “What are you looking for?”
Amelia grinned. “I came looking for you,” she said. She crossed the distance between them, her bare feet making no noise on the cool concrete floor. Ethan stood dumbfounded, his arms at his sides, as those green eyes peered at him under heavy lashes. She stood on tip-toe, and placed a kiss on his lips.
The beer bottle hit the ground, smashing into thousands of pieces as foam splashed against their ankles. Ethan’s arms were around Amelia, his hands tangling in her hair as he forced his mouth onto hers, crushing her body next to his. They were both left gasping.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that …”
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that …”
They kissed again, Ethan picking her up as Amelia swung her legs to wrap around his waist. He carried her to the Porsche, placing her round, firm ass on its hood. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. “Wait.”
“We can’t do this,” Ethan said.
Amelia laughed. “You can’t be serious?”
Ethan sighed. It was something out of a fantasy, Amelia mostly naked, he between her legs on the hood of a brand-new Porsche. He could practically taste her. “I am serious,” he said. “You’re my best friend’s sister - I can’t fuck you on the hood of his car.”
She smiled and pulled his shirt and his face toward her for another passionate kiss. “It’s not his car - it’s Luke’s.”
He pushed her shoulders down again. “Wait, wait …,” he said, as she kissed him again. “You’re still my buddy’s sister …”
Amelia sat up so she was centimetres from his face. “Do you want to be a good friend or do you want to fuck me?”
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