Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."
Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.
Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.
Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"
She had a point.
Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.
Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.
By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.
Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.
Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.
Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.
Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.
He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.
"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.
"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.
This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.
"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."
"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."
They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.
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Lizzie... and her fiancée.
Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.
"I'm getting married."
"Wah - huh?"
His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."
"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"
"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."
"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."
"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."
"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."
"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."
It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"
"I haven't told her yet."
"You called me before Mom?"
"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."
Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.
Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.
"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"
He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it was kinda nice.
Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."
But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.
Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.
They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.
Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.
"I'm getting married."
"Wah - huh?"
His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."
"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"
"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."
"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."
"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."
"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."
"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."
It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"
"I haven't told her yet."
"You called me before Mom?"
"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."
Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.
Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.
"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"
He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it was kinda nice.
Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."
But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.
Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.
They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.
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He stiffened when she wrapped her long legs around his waist too and the warmth of her groin pressed into his belly. He felt an instant stirring in his suit.
"Lazy," he smirked. She could tread water like a champ. He'd seen her do it.
"Okay, maybe that too," she smiled, then brightened even more, "Hey, feel like launching me?"
It was an old request. He used to help her catch waves by pushing her forward for a head start when they were younger.
"Fine, but I get to pick the waves."
"Yeah, gimme the big ones. I like big ones!" She giggled as she moved into position, stretched out on her stomach with her arms reaching forward.
He hesitated when he moved to put his hands where they went years ago. His left hand supported her belly. Jesus, it was so smooth and so tight as his palm pressed into it slightly. He felt the firm muscles of her abdomen shift. His right hand gripped the front of her left leg just above her knee and he felt the smooth long muscles of her quadriceps too.
Dammit, this was easier back before his sister went and turned into a hottie.
"'Kay, ready for launch," she chirped.
They waited a few minutes for a good wave. Richard kept his sister afloat with small adjustments, shifting his hands on her nearly naked body. She giggled when he moved his hand at her stomach too quickly.
"Sorry sis," he apologized, "I'm not actually trying to tickle you."
"S'ok, it felt kind of good actually. You've got nice hands there, stud."
Before he could ponder that statement, an enormous wave came and she giggled and shrieked for him to launch her. He did, and he watched her surf away.
She came back, still giggling, and rubbing a small scrape under her chin.
"Dude, I got run through the washing machine on that one."
"You all right?"
"Hell, yeah! Let's do it again!"
They did. For another hour Richard heaved his gorgeous kid sister with the surf until the sun was high and hot enough to drive them inside. They slipped back into the house for lunch.
"Lazy," he smirked. She could tread water like a champ. He'd seen her do it.
"Okay, maybe that too," she smiled, then brightened even more, "Hey, feel like launching me?"
It was an old request. He used to help her catch waves by pushing her forward for a head start when they were younger.
"Fine, but I get to pick the waves."
"Yeah, gimme the big ones. I like big ones!" She giggled as she moved into position, stretched out on her stomach with her arms reaching forward.
He hesitated when he moved to put his hands where they went years ago. His left hand supported her belly. Jesus, it was so smooth and so tight as his palm pressed into it slightly. He felt the firm muscles of her abdomen shift. His right hand gripped the front of her left leg just above her knee and he felt the smooth long muscles of her quadriceps too.
Dammit, this was easier back before his sister went and turned into a hottie.
"'Kay, ready for launch," she chirped.
They waited a few minutes for a good wave. Richard kept his sister afloat with small adjustments, shifting his hands on her nearly naked body. She giggled when he moved his hand at her stomach too quickly.
"Sorry sis," he apologized, "I'm not actually trying to tickle you."
"S'ok, it felt kind of good actually. You've got nice hands there, stud."
Before he could ponder that statement, an enormous wave came and she giggled and shrieked for him to launch her. He did, and he watched her surf away.
She came back, still giggling, and rubbing a small scrape under her chin.
"Dude, I got run through the washing machine on that one."
"You all right?"
"Hell, yeah! Let's do it again!"
They did. For another hour Richard heaved his gorgeous kid sister with the surf until the sun was high and hot enough to drive them inside. They slipped back into the house for lunch.