He woke to "Imu." "Oatmeal."

They ate. They went out in the surf again. He endured her body hanging on him and rubbing against him mercilessly underwater, even the feeling of her stomach and ass in his hands as they played in the waves. She was wearing a white bikini cut even more daringly. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom left nearly half of her ass was exposed. If this kept up he'd go insane.

By midday they were back on the patio, he made mint juleps and the bourbon hit Lizzie hard. She'd barely finished her second one when, without a word, she tugged her white bikini bottom down all the way to her knees.

She looked over at her brother and arched her eyebrow. She didn't need to move his hand for him. He reached over on his own, his hand circling her bare little ass gently.

It was only a few minutes later that she was shifting in her chair.

"Okay Scooter, I'm horny."

"That's good."

"Now go play in the ocean for a few minutes, will you?"

"No way, it's too early. Still way too hot out there. Why?" He kept stroking her ass in slow circles.

"You know why, jerk."

"So go ahead and do what you want, Lizzie. I'm not leaving and I'm certainly not stopping you."

"Seriously?" she asked timidly.

"Seriously," he said as casually as he could.

"Don't mess with me. I'm drunk enough and horny enough to actually do it," she warned.

"Nobody's messing with you. I'll just read my book over here and you do whatever you need to do."

"Fine."