Take That, Brady Jackson!

mandogslake.jpgTake that, Brady Jackson.
© Anne Douglas 2007

“You!” How dare that man be here. Would even my one solitary spot of peace and calm be spoiled?

“Yes, me.” The arrogant bastard lay back in his elbows, nonchalant in spite of his nakedness. “I know why I’m here, but why are you?”

“This is my spot. It always has been.” It sounds stupid now that I say it, but this little spot of the creek had always been my get away from my four older brothers. They’d known that when I came here they were to leave me alone, that they’d gone too far with one of their pranks on their little sister.

“Your spot, huh? Then why did Kieran tell me that this would be a great place to cool off?” I would love to know the answer to that question myself — Brady Jackson drove me insane and Kieran knew it. He’d know it since I was twelve and Brady had sneered at me, calling me a baby, and telling me not to tag along.

“I don’t know, but you’re not going to stop me from going for a swim.”

The infuriating man smiled at me. “Feel free, love. I’m not going to stop you.”

Knowing my brothers would never come near, I always swam nude. I hadn’t worn a suit today either, and be damned if I was going to let Brady Jackson deprive me of cooling off after such a hot summer afternoon. “Well, you won’t.

He deliberately watched me, his eyes roaming my body, so it was easy to decide to give him some of his own back. Turning my back to him I peeled off my top, then reached for my shorts. I began to wiggle my way out of the damp denim, then jiggled a little as I worked my way out of the little scrap of lace and satin that made up my panties. Every time he saw me the man went out of his way to be mean. My hair was too big, my clothes too tight, I showed too much cleavage — though it took a pretty damn good pushup bra to make that part of my anatomy worth looking at — so his choked gasp made being naked in front of him worth it. Fuck you, Brady Jackson, take a good, long look at what you’re missing out on.

Standing tall, I turned and walked to the bank of the creek, making sure that he got a good eyeful. By the way his cock thickened as I paused beside him, the view obviously had an effect.

Reaching for the sky, stretching my body like cat, I elegantly dove from the bank into the cool, clear water that ran down from high in the mountains. The cold water shocked the heat from my skin, but as I stood up in the waist deep water, the feel of Brady’s eyes on my body made me heat for another reason entirely.

His dogs looked up with a sniff as I dived under again, even though I knew escaping Brady’s stare was impossible. When I surfaced they went back to their play. I assumed because they figured I was harmless.

Usually I was, but not today.

Today, Brady Jackson was going to learn that I’d long ago grown up and gotten some sharp teeth.

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