Chapter 33: Bikinis - Cole

My dick is straining in my damn pants, and if I were to get up right now, the whole team would see my raging boner.

What the fuck was Monet thinking posting herself wearing next to nothing? The whole damn student population has probably already seen this fucking post, it's already on almost fifty thousand likes.

She's sitting on the edge of what I'm assuming is Amy's pool with her back to the camera in the first picture, her dark brown hair is wet and hanging down her back with her face turned to the side so you can see her incredible profile.

The problem with the picture is, her hair stops at the small of her back, and the bikini bottoms cover nothing, the full swell of her ass exposed.

"Dude." Antoine leans over my seat from where he's sitting behind me. "You know, I attend all my classes, and Coach says if I play the way I'm playing now, the NFL will definitely come knocking."

"What the fuck are you on about now?" Luke turns in his seat next to me to look at him.

"Cole's sister, man!" Antoine explains. "He is doing us an injustice by making her off limits. I'm a good guy, I don't sleep around, I'm focused on my studies. I think I'm a good candidate."

I close Instagram, my boner deflating immediately. Antoine, like the rest of the team, has probably already seen those pictures of Monet and Amy. At this rate, they're becoming more popular than us.

"Monet and Amy are off-limits!" Luke shouts in the plane so everyone can hear him.

That counts for the two of us as well.

"It's not right, Cole." Antoine says. "She could be my future wife."

"If I heard you were asking her out, I will break your legs." My voice is calm. I will do it, too.

These guys are all fucking players with girls just waiting to drop their knickers for them. I'm not letting them near my sister. I was maybe going to give James a chance, he's a freshman too, and he seems like a good guy, but she decided that one for me.

The more she posts on social media, the more guys want her. And in a fucking bikini too.

"Those pics are fucking hot, though." Luke mumbles next to me. "I would kill to see Amy in person in that thing."

I know I'm sick in the head. I don't blame myself for that. I've been psychologically I'll ever since the day I saw my mother getting butchered to death.

I was going to stay away from Monet. I have a live feed camera in her room, and that was going to be enough for me. If I wanted to fuck, I would get some random girl and pretend it was her.

So why am I texting Monet and telling her I want to show her one of the lakes close to campus and that they should pack their swimwear?

I have to get a grip on myself, or I'm going to completely lose the plot, and I might lose everything in the process.

"We're heading out to the lake when we get back to campus." I inform Luke. "Don't say I don't do anything for you."

He laughs and claps me on the shoulder like we just won another game. We're both fucked, living in delusional worlds of look, but don't touch.

Fellow students are cheering at our bus when we drive through campus, celebrating another win.

Luke and I can't get off the bus quickly enough, though, rushing to our suite to put on swimtrunks and grabbing food from the cafeteria. We pick up junk food and sodas for the girls before driving over to Amy's house.

The girls are already waiting outside, Amy with a huge flamingo floaty that she throws on the bed of my truck.

"It's going to fly away." Luke tells her through the open window.

"We're gonna sit on the back with it." She says before lifting herself onto the bed, holding her hand out to Monet who looks a little skeptical, but gets on too.

I hate to admit it, but Luke and Amy are perfect for one another. Maybe they can be together after he graduates. Unlike me and Monet who would never get a chance.

Maybe these moments are all that I will get, her on the back of my truck with her hair flying all over the place as I drive in the last rays of summer before fall sets in.

Luke turns the music up, singing along to the lyrics. Again, like Thursday night, this is the perfect double date.

If only it was real.

I'm definitely living in castles and make-beliefs when I get out of the truck and help Monet off the back who has a huge smile on her face, her sinful body dressed in a floral romper with the strings of a white bikini tied around her neck.

That is the real reason we're here. I have to see it in real life. Before school started, I practically ran away from home, taking on a job so I could avoid her, and not be tempted by her body every day. Now I'm just going to soak up every chance I get before it's gone.

"Congratulations on the win! You were so awesome!" She throws her arms around my neck when I help her down. "I can't wait for next week."

"Next week might be a little harder, we're playing number three in the conference." I linger on the hug a little longer than what is acceptable for a brother and sister.

"I'll be your good luck charm then." She beams, not knowing how accurate her words are.

"You always are, Stinker." I tap her on her nose and she sticks her tongue out at me.

"I think this was a really bad idea." Luke groans when the girls run out to the little patch of beach, and getting undressed before running out to the water.

It was a really, really bad idea.

But all worth it.