The next morning Lizzie woke him again with her finger gently tracing her message across his back.
"Imu." "Waffles."
He rolled over to look up at her.
She was smiling and already dressed for the beach in a red bikini identical to the black one she'd been wearing yesterday. Her blonde hair was twisted into a long braid that fell down her back. Lizzie was taking precautions today. The surf yesterday had nearly stripped her ponytail off. With her hair pulled back like this, it emphasized her pretty face. And at that moment, her pretty face held a most amused little expression.
Crap, he realized too late why she was looking so cheeky.
She'd been sitting on his butt when she wrote across his back. When he turned over, she ended up sitting sidesaddle in his lap. His morning erection was gigantic and digging into her tush. To her, it probably felt like sitting across a pipe.
"And a happy good morning to you my rather big brother."
"Very funny, go get started on the waffles. I'll be down in a sec."
Lizzie didn't tease him. She just nodded and levered herself of him, but not before getting in what he swore was an extra little wriggle. Still, she didn't say a single word until she got to the door of his bedroom. And then she did say something, something small, right about the time he was deciding whether to masturbate there in bed or wait until he got in the shower.
It was like she'd read his mind,"Scooter? Don't."