Jailbait


Life was coming awake around the entire lake. My neighbors, on the other side from me where up and about; a young man, his girlfriend and her younger sister. It was the sister, Mandi who came splashing out to where I was treading water.

She swam a couple of circle’s around me, giggling like some school girl’s do, before swimming back and wading ashore naked. She turned and smiled at me as she grabbed a towel from the ground and headed out of sight.

“Nope,” I told myself, “Fifteen will get you life. Time to go.”

“Hey, mister,” I heard the young man call. My heart stopped for an instant as my guilty mind kicked in crying, “But, I didn’t do anything!”

Then he said, “My sis says you haven’t had breakfast. Come on over. Coffee’s on, too.”

As I walked up the bank, I debated whether to say ‘no’ or not, but my desire for food and coffee won out and I pulled on my tee-shirt and headed to their encampment.

“I’m Trig,” he said as he held out his hand. My immediate thought was, “Who the hell names their kid ‘Trig?” Later I found out that he was half-Eastern Indian on his mom’s side and his full first name was Trigya.

Trig’s girlfriend’s name was Andi. I couldn’t help but turn red when I shook her hand, knowing what her little sister had done a few minutes before. And I had to fight off a chuckle when told the younger one’s name.

“Andi and Mandi,” I thought as I shook my head, “Parents.”

Before I knew it, I had a plate full of scrambled eggs, country-style potatoes and five pieces of bacon, with a cup of hot coffee. Turns out that Trig was a culinary student in Riverside and was a semester away from graduating.

As I ate my breakfast and listened to the couple talking, I couldn’t help but notice Mandi. She was a real cock-tease, sitting slightly behind Andi and Trig and flashing her breasts at me. I did my best not to look, but I seemed to notice her every time she lifted her half-tee.

Andi was completing her first year of nursing school. “I find the Latin to be harder than the actual hands-on training,” she complained as she sipped her coffee. I told her how I’d worked in the medical field at one time and that I understood the frustration of memorizing Latin names of body parts, words you’ll only use once or twice in one’s career.

Finally, Mandi removed her top, saying, “It’s too warm to be wearing clothing.”

“Put you’re shirt back on or go get your bikini top,” Andi demanded.

“And if I don’t?” Mandi asked in defiance.

“Then I’ll tell Trig not to let you drive on the way home,” her sister answered.

Mandi stood, stretched then spun, displaying a black swimming thong that left her butt-cheeks bare, before proudly announced, “I got my driver’s license last week!”

“Good for you,” I responded, feeling a bit more at ease as I checked out her body. She smile blew me a kiss without using her hand and disappeared into the small trailer.

“You’ve got yourself a little nudist there,” I said.

“Yeah,” Andi added, “A horny little nudist that’s gonna end up preggers before she’s outta high school.”

“That’s a pretty sad statement coming from her sister,” I replied.

Feeling uneasy about the current subject, Trig changed the subject, asking, “How long are you going to be here?”

“I don’t know,” I heard myself answer.

Earlier, I had made up my mind to put out before noon-time. “Why the hell did I say that?” I heard my inner voice question.

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