I was startled from my restless slumber by a loud groan of frustration. Letting out a growl of my own in response, I flung a couch pillow in my little sister's direction. My poor aim earned me a triumphant cackle and the same pillow thrown back at me a moment later, hitting me square in the chest. "Kayla, you can either lie there quietly, or you can go somewhere else! It's too hot to do anything but sleep," I complained, glancing again toward the rude interrupter of my nap.
"But I'm sooooo bored..." she whined, fanning herself with the bottom of her loosely-fitting t-shirt. As her brother, seeing Kayla half-naked and covered in a sheen of sweat did nothing for me, but I still felt she was a little too open with her body. In addition to the casual fanning of her top that threatened to reveal her braless cleavage to me, Kayla had long ago discarded her denim shorts and lay sprawled out on the living room's hardwood floor in only a large gray t-shirt and white panties. For my part, I wore a pair of old boxers and a similarly loose t-shirt.
"Then go play outside," I retorted, averting my eyes before I accidentally saw more of her midsection than I cared to.
"Are you kidding me? It's like a hundred degrees out there!"
Our parents had the bright idea to fly us all out west for what they referred to as a "fun family vacation," but business had called them away after only a week into the trip. They promised to be back as soon as possible, but for the time being, that left Kayla and me alone and at the mercy of the summer heat. To make matters worse, the family friend whose property we were borrowing had neglected to tell us that his humble little summerhouse lacked air conditioning. Not only that, but he also hadn't bothered to clean or fill his in-ground pool, rendering it unusable. This meant that currently, our sole relief from the sweltering afternoons was a small white box fan that looked about twenty-years-old.
"Scoot over then," I said, moving from the couch to the floor in one clumsy movement and joining Kayla in front of the struggling appliance. Instead of making room for me, she spread out her arms and legs to cover the floor space in front of the fan. "Not in the mood," I growled, attempting to shove her out of the way. Though I was much stronger, Kayla grabbed the collar of my shirt and halted my progress by pulling me down on top of her.
"Eww, you're so sweaty!" she squealed, pushing at my shoulders to try and maintain her position by the fan.
"So are you." We wrestled for a little while longer, the heat soon leaving us both panting and out of breath.
"Hey, Josh?"
"Yeah?" I waited for Kayla to finish her thought, but she only giggled, shaking her head; her face was red with heat, exertion, and perhaps a touch of something else. "Spit it out," I prodded, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge myself from her lithe little body—it seemed that she was holding me in place with her legs around my waist.
"You wanna, um..." Another giggle, followed by a duck of my little sister's head and the unmistakable hint of a non-heat related blush on her cheeks.
I felt my cheeks burn too when I realized what she was getting at with both her words and her fit body refusing to let mine up. We spent so much time together that it was always easy to know what the other was thinking. "Kayla, come on, we can't do stuff like that."
"There's literally nothing else to do here. It's too hot to go outside, and we have no internet, no cell service, no nothing."
"That doesn't mean we should do that, Kayla." I felt a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth despite myself. "Besides, what makes you think you'd even be able to turn me on with that lanky body of yours?"