Change into them
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| - | Craig | + | Craig steps out of the room with a smirk, closing the door behind him to give you privacy. You peel off your clothes, the air cool against your skin as you pick up the cobalt blue Speedo from the bed . The fabric stretches taut as you pull it up your thighs, the material clinging to every contour of your body like a second skin. It frames your ass perfectly, the cut emphasizing your curves while the front leaves little to the imagination, the outline of your bulge unmistakable. |
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| + | Your fingers linger at the waistband, hesitating. The mirror reflects your discomfort—Stacy’s brothers always looked like they were born in swimwear, their confidence effortless as they lounged by the pool. But you don’t have that luxury. Sucking in a breath, you square your shoulders and step outside. | ||
| - | + | The backyard sprawls before you, sunlight glinting off the turquoise water. You feel exposed, hyperaware of the way the Speedo hugs your hips, but before the self-consciousness can take root, you break into a jog and cannonball into the pool. The water crashes around you, a relief from the heat—and the scrutiny. | |
| - | + | Stacy laughs, shaking her head before following with a graceful dive. The morning dissolves into splashing wars and breathless races, her brothers— Steve with his muscular shoulders, and Criag, all lean muscle—taunting you into increasingly ridiculous challenges. At one point, Steve hoists you onto his shoulders for a chicken fight, your thighs gripping his neck as Craig and Stacy tackles you both into the water. | |
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| + | For hours, you traded playful shoves with her brothers—racing laps, dunking each other, the chlorine stinging your eyes as laughter echoed off the patio stones. | ||
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| + | But when Steve gets out the pool to check his phone, his expression shiftes . "Jenna's blowing up my texts,I better get going over to her place " he muttered, shaking water from his hair. | ||
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| + | Stacy was already climbing out, dripping onto the concrete. "I can drop him at Jenna's? " she says , reaching for a towel. Her eyes lingered on you. "Jake—you good staying with Craig? Won't take long." | ||
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| + | The question hung in the humid air. Water lapped at your shoulders as you hesitated, acutely aware of Craig watching from the lounge chair, his sunglasses hiding whatever thoughts simmered beneath. | ||
[[ yeah it’s cool I should be going home now anyway ]] | [[ yeah it’s cool I should be going home now anyway ]] | ||
Current revision as of 02:42, 2 February 2026
Craig steps out of the room with a smirk, closing the door behind him to give you privacy. You peel off your clothes, the air cool against your skin as you pick up the cobalt blue Speedo from the bed . The fabric stretches taut as you pull it up your thighs, the material clinging to every contour of your body like a second skin. It frames your ass perfectly, the cut emphasizing your curves while the front leaves little to the imagination, the outline of your bulge unmistakable.
Your fingers linger at the waistband, hesitating. The mirror reflects your discomfort—Stacy’s brothers always looked like they were born in swimwear, their confidence effortless as they lounged by the pool. But you don’t have that luxury. Sucking in a breath, you square your shoulders and step outside.
The backyard sprawls before you, sunlight glinting off the turquoise water. You feel exposed, hyperaware of the way the Speedo hugs your hips, but before the self-consciousness can take root, you break into a jog and cannonball into the pool. The water crashes around you, a relief from the heat—and the scrutiny.
Stacy laughs, shaking her head before following with a graceful dive. The morning dissolves into splashing wars and breathless races, her brothers— Steve with his muscular shoulders, and Criag, all lean muscle—taunting you into increasingly ridiculous challenges. At one point, Steve hoists you onto his shoulders for a chicken fight, your thighs gripping his neck as Craig and Stacy tackles you both into the water.
For hours, you traded playful shoves with her brothers—racing laps, dunking each other, the chlorine stinging your eyes as laughter echoed off the patio stones.
But when Steve gets out the pool to check his phone, his expression shiftes . "Jenna's blowing up my texts,I better get going over to her place " he muttered, shaking water from his hair.
Stacy was already climbing out, dripping onto the concrete. "I can drop him at Jenna's? " she says , reaching for a towel. Her eyes lingered on you. "Jake—you good staying with Craig? Won't take long."
The question hung in the humid air. Water lapped at your shoulders as you hesitated, acutely aware of Craig watching from the lounge chair, his sunglasses hiding whatever thoughts simmered beneath.
yeah it’s cool I should be going home now anyway
yeah cool I will stay here and hangout with Craig till your back
