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Erica sits close to me, her perfume stirring my senses. I get a peak of her cleavage as she leans over to kiss me. I hear Scott snicker and give him a look with my eyes narrowed. He looks down at his menu. I look over at my parents, who seem engrossed in their conversation, totally oblivious to what is happening at our end of the table. I almost regret letting him in on the secret.
Our waitress comes by and takes our order, looking at me the whole time. I'm blushing and trying to look inconspicuous. I get noticed occasionally by those other than paparazzi who follow movie producers. It gets uncomfortable. I don't like the attention, not like I did in high school.
I'm distracted by Erica's order. As slim as she is, she eats big. She ordered waffles, bacon and eggs, and a fruit plate. I give her props for not being shamed into eating like a bird.
"Erica, tell us about how your songwriting is coming along." My dad interrupts my thoughts.
"Oh, you know, it's a hard business to crack into. I do jingles for commercials to supplement my income for now. I am writing new songs, and I think I will put a few on a record and send them out. It's a wait-and-see game." Erica changed the subject to my mother's hobbies, and they began a side conversation until our breakfast arrived.
After breakfast, we walked down the private beach to our section set up beforehand. Word was getting out that I was here. I put on my baseball hat and sunglasses, hoping to get noticed less.
Erica is like a kid on her first trip to the beach. She threw her towel on the chair and shimmied out of her dress, pulling the edges of her bikini bottoms down over her tight backside. "Aaron, will you put suntan oil on my back for me?" Erica purrs like a woman in love.
I grab the bottle from her and massage her back with the oil. She looks up at me, a loving smile on her face, as I get under her straps and over her shoulders. I'm thankfully standing behind her, which hides my physical reaction to touching her.
After I get her oiled up and she finishes the places she can reach, she grabs my hand, and we run over to the water's edge, letting the surf crash against our ankles.
"So, I, um, was wondering…"
At this point, Scott runs up, puts me in a headlock, and drags me into the water. I rise out of the surf and shake the water out of my hair, searching for my hat and sunglasses. I see them floating a few feet from me and swim to get them.
"Thanks, asshole," I say, frustrated. Why can't you ever act your age?
"Aw, come on, don't be like that. I'm just having some fun," Scott crooned.
I let go of my agitation and swam back to our little group. When I arrived, I got a face full of water and returned the favor, the three of us collapsing in the water with laughter.
We swam out a few yards, looking back to make sure our parents weren't in earshot of us. Scott decides that's the perfect time to razz me. Erica is floating on her back, her perfectly flat stomach glistening with droplets. My swim trunks make a tent underwater.
"So, little brother, what happened last night? And don't tell me 'nothing' because I can see it in your eyes. You never could hide your feelings very well, at least not from me." Scott dips his head in the water and slicks back his hair as water recedes off his body, receiving appreciative stares from the female population.
I told Scott about it last night.
"So, now I'm confused. This was supposed to be a fake engagement, but Erica ambushed me in the shower. This morning, she woke up and started acting normal without hinting at her feelings or thoughts. I can't read her." I blow out a breath of frustration.
"If that is how you feel, you should talk to her later and ask her what she's thinking." Scott is looking at the horizon.
"I was in the middle of doing just that when you thought it would be a good idea to drown me." I punched him hard in the arm. Scott smiled and shrugged.
"You will just have to try again tonight," Scott says as he swims off.
Erica swims up, jumps into my arms, and gently kisses my lips. I put my arms around her and think of all the places I want to kiss her right now. I know she can feel my erection against her belly, and, as if on cue, she grinds her hips against me. I look into her face, and she has a playful smile waiting there. Suddenly, I'm underwater again.
We play like kids, dunking and pulling each other into the water, splashing and laughing. We finally decide to get out of the water. We walk up to my parents, who are dozing under the shade of the umbrellas. We pull out our loungers and get comfortable doing the same.
I'm roused from my sleep-like state by cold water splashing on me from somewhere. I look up into the sun and realize it's Scott. I'm still trying to figure out where he has been, but he looks happy.
"Guess where I've been?" Scott asks.
I look at him and ask, "Where?"
He gives me a sly look. "I've been with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
I laugh and say, "Every woman you see is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen." My brother has a way with women and loves to brag to me about it.
"So, where was this sighting?" I ask Scott.
He points out to the middle of the ocean and says, "Out there."
