“Bullshit! You totally thought about it.”
“Need I remind you that our mother is in the car.”
“She said I could cuss.”
“That’s not what I was getting at.” I fidgeted. “I don’t think we should talk about this with her here.”
“Don’t use me to get out of the questions.” Mom seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.
Kelly beamed. “See? Mom wants to know!”
“Jeez, what’s with you two? Okay so, yes, maybe I have thought about it. Okay. It’s just not high on my to-do list. Happy?”
Kelly’s brow furrowed. “Why not? If some chick was willing to pay you to take photos of her in the buff, you’re telling me you’re not interested?”
I looked at her through the mirror. “You know what; I don’t feel too comfortable having this conversation right now. Let’s change the subject.”
She sank in the seat. “Fine, but don’t think that I’m going to forget about this.”
“I know you won’t,” I sighed returning my attention to the road. It was a good thing too, as a sharp turn was just ahead. I applied pressure to the brake, though not nearly enough. As we rounded the turn, it felt like gravity pulled at our sides.
“Easy there, Captain,” Mom said as she gripped the armrest tightly.
Suddenly, a loud CLANG burst from the back as my equipment banged together followed by the sound of metal rolling around. Something came loose.
“Shit!” I chastised myself. “Kelly can you check to see what that was?”
Kelly rolled her eyes and unclasped her seatbelt.
“Fine,” she said. “But try not to stare at my ass.”
“No promises,” I joked at first but then the rearview mirror earned its name.
There, in the back seat was the surprisingly perfect ass of my sister, framed by her black yoga pants. The bumps in the road spoke to the firmness as she reached for an unknown object. The fabric stretched tightly across her skin, hugging the curve of her buttocks which left me to wonder why there was no panty line.
As if sensing my eyes, she peered back over her shoulder and spotted me in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and then wiggled her ass. What a little tease.
“Jason,” I heard from my right. “If it’s not too much trouble, do you mind keeping your eyes on the road.”
“Sorry Mom,” I said. “But she’s-”
“And Kelly, stop teasing a brother.”
Kelly returned to her seat. “Okay Mom,” she mumbled. Looking back up to the mirror, she stuck out her tongue.
“Everything okay in the back?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “I think it was your tripod that fell over. A knob thing came off and was rolling around,” she said while holding up the part. “I’ll fix it when we get there.”
“How much longer is that?” Mom asked.
“Actually, here we are.” I said as we pulled off the highway onto a tiny road leading down to the beach.
The beach was spectacular. Large rocks carved into bulbous and jagged shapes defied the waves that beat against them. The surf was choppy, topped with a mist that a strong breeze blew off the tops of the waves before they crashed. Salt lay heavy in the air, fresh and clean and the temperature was just below what would be considered hot. It looked to be a perfect day.