Pam's New Bikini
by jallen944 ©

Part 1

Ethan sighed. He turned a corner and walked past another rack of clothes, women's sweaters on the left, dress jackets on the right. He sighed again and rolled his eyes, wishing he could be anywhere else but the women's department, like in sporting goods or in hardware. He needed new tools to work on his car. Couldn't he at least look for them?

He turned another corner and stopped. The racks changed. On the right were small kitchen appliances like toasters and bread making machines. On the left was ... lingerie.

He walked past the racks, trying to pretend he wasn't looking at the tiny pieces of fabric on the hangers. Most were just panties or bras, frilly, lacy things he could see right through. He imagined Mrs. Thorn wearing those things, or Maria Lopez. Some of the other things, though, he couldn't figure out.

"Can I help you?" a woman said.

Ethan turned abruptly. She smiled at him. He tried to smile back. His face got warm.

"Uh, no. Just looking," he said and walked away quickly.

He wandered back to the swimwear department. Mom and Pam were not in sight. Where the hell did they go? And why did it take so long for girls to pick out clothes? He found a new swimsuit in five minutes and was done. He shook his head. Girls were so weird.

He went by the changing rooms. He still couldn't find Mom or Pam. Over by the register, two girls were talking with each other. They looked at him, smiled, and said something to each other.

Ethan noticed someone in the changing rooms. In a full length mirror, he saw the reflection of a girl's back. She had long, shiny light hair down to the middle of her back and was wearing a thin tank top undershirt. He rose on the balls of his feet to see her panties, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. He hoped there were no cameras on him.

He turned back to the girl in the changing room. She had removed the undershirt. His eyes widened. He could see the backsides of her round boobs and the gentle curve of her back.

The girl put on a red bikini top, tied the straps in the back, brushed her long hair in place, adjusted the front over her boobs, and turned to face the mirror. Ethan's mouth fell open. It was Pam. She saw him in the mirror and smiled.

She came out from behind the curtain.

"Come in here, Ethan. I want your opinion."

She glanced to the girls by the register, grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him into the changing rooms.

"Sit here," she said and pushed him into a chair.

"Where's Mom?"

"She went to look at silverware." She stood by the curtain, facing him, her feet together. "What do you think?"

Ethan tried to speak. How did he tell his sister she looked hot?

"It's ... nice," he said.

"Nice?"

He opened his mouth to speak. The word caught in his throat. "Hot."

"Hot," Pam repeated, and smiled. "Wait, let me show you the next one."

She ducked behind the curtain and pulled it closed, except for a narrow gap in the center. Ethan leaned forward on the chair and tilted his head to see through the gap. He could see only a narrow strip of her naked body. His dick stirred in his shorts and suddenly he couldn't sit still.

Pam pulled back the curtain again. Ethan's mouth fell open. Pam smiled.

"Wow," he said, barely muttering.

"You like it?"

He nodded. His throat was tight.

"You think the guys at college will like to see me in it next year?"

"Definitely."

"Let me try the next one," Pam said, and went behind the curtain again.

Ethan let out a deep breath. Through a gap in the curtains, he saw Pam removing the white bikini. He caught a glimpse of her bare breasts. His erection strained against his jeans. He looked around and shifted on the chair so it stuck down against his leg. He peeked through the gap. Pam was putting on a blue bikini. She bent over to step into the bottoms and he saw a hint of the slit between her legs. He rolled his eyes and groaned quietly.

"Ethan, could you help me with this?" Pam said from behind the curtain.

"What?"

"I need your help."

He got up and looked around again. They were alone in the changing rooms. He pushed one of the curtains aside. Pam stood with her back to him, watching his reflection in the mirror. Her hands were over her breasts, holding the bikini top in place.

"Tie this for me, please?" she said.

Ethan took the thin strings off her shoulders. She used both hands to collect her hair and lift it away from the back of her neck. The patches of fabric over her breasts swung away, exposing her nipples. Ethan stared, then noticed Pam smiling at him in her reflection. His fingers fumbled with the strings.

"There," Ethan said.

"This part, too."

Pam passed the lower strings back and Ethan tied them together. She adjusted the patches of fabric over her breasts.

"Do you like it?" she said.

He nodded. He especially liked the way it barely covered her boobs, and the way her nipples stuck out through the fabric. Pam put her hands on her ass.

"What do you think of this side?" she said. She wiggled the straps down a bit.

"Great."

Pam turned to him. Her face looked up to his. Her lips parted slightly and the corners of her mouth curled.

"Do you like the color?" she said in a soft voice. Her hand brushed his leg. She pulled the strap away from her hip. "Do you think it will make my tan look good?"

Ethan stared at her hip and nodded. He couldn't make any words come out. Pam turned back to the mirror. His face looked over her shoulder in the reflection.

"Could you move those straps a bit lower, please?" Pam said and held her arms out at her sides.

Ethan touched her hips lightly. Her skin burned the tips of his fingers. He pushed the straps down until they practically fell off, and left his hands on her hips, his thumbs brushing the cheeks of her ass.

"That's better," Pam said. Her voice was barely loud enough to hear. She leaned back. Her ass pressed against his erection. Her fingers brushed over her breasts, tugging at the fabric. "Do you think it fits good here?"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

He moved his hips and his erection lodged between the cheeks of her ass. Pam flinched and gasped softly. His hands squeezed her hips and pulled her back.

"Ethan, don't," she said in a whisper, staring at his eyes in the reflection. Her fingers brushed over her nipples.

"I know," Ethan said, and nearly choked on the words.

He moved her hips back and forth with his. Pam's mouth opened wider. She was breathing hard. She shook her head slowly.

"We shouldn't do this. It isn't right," she said.

"I don't care. You're eighteen now, right?"

Her eyelids drooped. "We could get in trouble."

"I know."

"Ethan, stop," she said.

She moved her hands down over his. Her back arched. He rubbed his hard cock along the groove between the cheeks of her ass. Pam's fingers pried his fingers from her hips, but she was moaning. He watched her face in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip between her teeth.

He heard the laughing and the voices, but they seemed far off, like the sound from a television in another room. His eyes were focused on his sister's chest. It wasn't until her nails dug into his hand that he noticed she was talking to him.

"Ethan, for God's sake, someone's coming. Get out of here," Pam said in a low hiss.

Ethan jerked his hands away from her hips. Pam shoved him out of the changing room and snapped the curtain shut. The two girls who had been standing by the register appeared at the same time. They both looked at him. Their faces became serious. His own face grew warm. His hard penis pushed out the front of his jeans. He prayed they didn't look down.

The girls glanced at each other, walked past and giggled. Ethan walked out of the changing area while they collected the clothing and hangers. He let out a deep breath. He was sweating. He walked quickly to the nearest counter and leaned against it before anyone saw the bulge in his jeans.

"Ethan, where's your sister?" Mom said.

Ethan looked over his shoulder, but didn't turn around. She was carrying two boxes and a bag.

"She's, uh, in the changing room."

"Hold these for me, please," Mom said, and dumped the boxes into his arms.

Ethan grunted. The boxes were heavy. He held his breath, hoping she didn't notice the front of his jeans.

"Did she find a swimsuit she liked?"

"I think so," Ethan said and looked away. The thought of Pam in that bikini made his penis twitch.

"There she is," Mom said.

Pam came out of the changing area in her clothes, carrying the tiny bikini on a hanger. Her face was flushed. She looked at him and smiled quickly.

"Is this what you want?" Mom said. She held up the hanger and her eyes became skeptical.

"I like it, Mom."

"It's a bit small, isn't it?"

"No, it's not too small. It fits." Pam glanced at Ethan.

Mom shrugged. "Ok, if that's what you want."

They bought the swimsuit and drove home. Ethan could not look at his sister without feeling a stirring in his shorts. She never looked at him. As soon as they got home, she ran straight up to her room. Ethan spilled his new clothes on the sofa and tore the tags off, but couldn't stop thinking about what Pam was doing upstairs. Finally, he gathered all his clothes in his arms, took them up to his room, dropped his jeans to his ankles and rubbed himself with the image of Pam in the tiny blue bikini in his mind.

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