“Oh, I’m so sorry, Logan. I forgot about the time difference between the East Coast and the West Coast. Would you like for me to call you back lat...r?”"No…No, I can tell by your voice it is something significant. What is it I can do for my favorite Baby Sister?"“I’m your only Baby Sister.” She laughed.“I know, but you are still my favorite person in the whole wide world. What can I do for you on this early autumn morn?”“Oh…Logan, I feel so terrible waking you for this.” She whimpered.“Don’t. Startled, I sat up quickly and noticed both Bob and Chris on the floor of the boat laughing. “You two clowns,” I moaned, wiping a little wetness from the corner of my mouth. I glanced out over the side of the boat and noticed that we weren’t moving. “Show us, Natty. Show us your infamous steps from West Side Story. Please,” Bob begged. “Oh Bob, no. I’ve shown you those steps a hundred times.” “Please?” Bob asked again. Chris quickly stood. “I’ll do it.” He held one had bent across his chest. Your older sister knew about all of this, and your father and Iwere going to tell you, but we never seemed to get around to it."She turned to the bed and held up an item, "These are hispanties. They are just like what I wear." She picked up anotheritem, "Your father wore bras 24 hours a day, seven days a week,he also wore gartered hose and a girdle every day, during thehours he was awake. He kept his body hairless, and would submitto any female's wishes." I was totally confused by this point. My mind started to wander, wondering if anyone was watching me.The water seemed to caress my cock and balls beneath my shorts and I started to throw a boner. As my erection increased I started swimming breast stroke, the length of the pool and the resistance of the water against my now tented cock, combined with the thought that someone may be watching brought me a sense of increased excitement. I wanted to feel more so I lowered the front of my shorts below my balls and continued to swim.