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Everything's Just Beachy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Four "Evelyn, good morning," said his mother, greeting Kara's mother. "Stacey, so nice to see you, but honestly this wasn't necessary," said Kara's mother as they hugged. "Oh please." Stacey Richards flicked her wrist. "Of course it was, and Hunter was looking forward to having a chance to really talk to Kara anyway. Right, honey?" "Yes," replied Hunter, taking a deep breath. "Kara, I just wanted you to know..." "Don't, Hunter," said Kara, stopping him. "You don't need to apologize when we both know you don't mean it." "Oh." Hunter was speechless, thinking and getting nervous. "But I do. Please don't say that." "Kara!" yelled Evelyn. "It was just two nails, and you break them all the time. Don't you dare be rude, young lady?" "Which is why I wasn't?" Kara laughed. "You don't need to apologize! Bring it in, sister!" "Oh?" Hunter was confused as she practically tackled him, hugging her. "I'm sorry, Hunter," smiled Kara, still giggling. "I tend to get a little over dramatic sometimes, so really it's me that should be apologizing. I know it wasn't on purpose, and I started it by hitting you first." "Oh thank gawwdddd." Hunter was so relieved. "Because it really was an accident." "No kidding, because even my shot was lucky. Right?" Kara told him. "Sure?" said Hunter. "I guess?" "Of course, and plus I know it was, but I also know girls that look like you do not blast shots like that," said Kara, shrugging her shoulders. "Could you imagine?" "We don't?" Hunter asked, confused then catching on. "I mean yeah of course not and...I... I could never." "Exactly! So let's both get real," giggled Kara, softly tapping him. "Obviously I must have zoned out for a minute looking at that to die for lifeguard while you made like your luckiest shot like ever, I bet?" "Yeah?" Hunter glanced at his mother for approval. "Sounds about right I guess?" "I mean come on," said Kara, twisting her hair. "Did you seriously see how ridiculously hot he was?" "Oh uuummm," said Hunter, looking at his mother for help. "I didn't." "Yeah? Ok?" laughed Kara. "As if?" "Well just so you know Hunter, focus is not Kara's strong suit, and of course it was an accident, honey," said Evelyn, touching Hunter's arm. "You just have to know she's a fanatic with those nails and throws a tantrum if she just chips one, so obviously you can only imagine the panic when she broke one." "Aahhh, two," said Kara, holding up her fingers. "And I know I get crazy! But Hunter got crazy too. Did you forget the diva act when her curls flopped in her face. I mean come on, we all have our vices you know." "Obviously," laughed his mother, and then tapping her watch as she walked them to the receptionist. "So you girls better get in there, because everything is set and Hunter is going to need some time." "Morning, girls," said the woman. "Hunter to the back right station and Kara, you can sit right across from her." "Some time," said Hunter nervously as they walked towards the nail station. "Eeewww! I see that," said Kara, looking down and lifting his hand. "What happened there? You a biter?" "Oh too many sports at home, and we just didn't get a chance to fix them before we left," said his mother with a wink. "She begged me to get them done for vacation, but with so much running around we just couldn't. It was all my fault, and we just got here yesterday so I promised her first thing today we'd get them done so the timing worked out for you two to be in there together." "Oh mmmyyy gaawwdddd!" said Kara, getting excited and stretching out her nails, sitting down next to him. "I'd love that. So what are you getting Hunter? These long almond shapes that are almost stilettos I got stuck for volleyball as you saw, but are so in right now. They'd look amazing on you." "Wow! You two must be made to be besties!" said Mrs. Richards, looking at the manicurist. "That's exactly what she's been begging me for. You got that? so I can go have my coffee." "Yes, Mrs. Richards," said the woman, pulling on a mask. "I have?" gulped Hunter. "Yeah, but then I was thinking maybe I'd just keep them short so I wouldn't miss out on all beach sports." "Really? because yesterday I thought they kind of begged you to play?" asked Kara, confused. "I kinda thought you were more the cheerleader type, just there to look pretty for the boys and then they roped you in." "Cheerleader type?" Hunter was pretty insulted. "Seriously? You're fucking with me aren't you?" said Kara, giving him a look. "I may not have gotten the best look at it, but I know you freaking jumped up and spiked that ball like a girl that's probably a flyer. Trust me, I can pinpoint you cheer girls we all hate every time, and you stood around like a princess with your perfect hair looking amazing until you finally had a chance to do a split and show off you tight ass. If we're going to be vaca besties, don't bullshit me, girlfriend?" "Oh you pinpointed her just perfectly, didn't she Hunter?" laughed his mother. "I just love this kid, don't you honey?" "You know I do, mom?" said Hunter sarcastically, as the manicurist took hold of his hand, beginning to work on his nails with her file. "Who wouldn't love a girl like her that notices my athletic abilities that I'd still like to use on vacation please?" "No one will be denying you that are my pretty daughter," smirked his mother. "I'm just finding it fascinating that a girl you just met sees the same things in you that I am right now. My lovely cheer princess with the tight ass and perfect hair." "Whatever? Call me what you like, but I'm still an athlete, so please don't forget that," moaned Hunter, getting mad as they buffed up his nails. "I still want to play some sports on 'MY' vacation too mom, and I play basketball in school back home Kara, in case you were interested in knowing that! That's why I can jump so high." "Yeah that I could care less about," laughed Kara, glancing over at his fingers. "But not with those nails you're getting you're not?" "Oh?" sighed Hunter, looking down, feeling sick, seeing the first really long nail had been attached. "Ok then girls, looks like things are taking shape nicely." His mother winked at him before she leaned down, kissing his head. "I'm going to go have some coffee with your mom, Kara and I'll check on you besties a little later." "Oh myyy gaawwddd, mom!" gulped Hunter as the tech glued on the next. "Wait! Please? Look at these!" "I know sweetie, and looking good," said his mother, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm just as excited to see how they turn out too, so keep yourself calm. See you in a bit, pretty girl." "I can't believe she just left me," groaned Hunter, wanting to scream. "Wow, you two are really close I see," said Kara, looking over at him. "You have no idea," moaned Hunter. "Closer than ever these days." "That's awesome," sighed Kara. "Is it?" Hunter was unable to watch anymore. "And maybe closer than I could have ever expected this trip." "That's so sweet," sighed Kara. "I'm close to my mom too, but really it's not like I can tell her shit like I could tell a girlfriend?" "Oh?" Hunter said. "I guess not." "But you know not shit like I could tell you?" Kara gave him a look. "Right?" "Oh? Sure I guess?" said Hunter. "Well why not?" "I'm talking about boys of course, silly," laughed Kara. "You discuss your boyfriends with your mother?" "Ahhhh!" said Hunter with his eyes bulging. "Definitely not!" "Of course you don't, but what about the ones you like or think like you?" Kara asked, squishing her cheeks. "We discuss that a little, but then she'll ask me like a million questions so I just can't go there with her! I just can't, or she'll be up my ass every second about it." "Yeah my mom is up my ass about more shit than you can imagine, so that is stuff we don't discuss," said Hunter, playing along. "Cool, but we can talk about it right?" said Kara, smiling at him. "Because we're besties and all! And I know you really like Greg, right?" "Greg!"? Hunter asked. "Yes, Greg!" grinned Kara. "Like Greg from last night?" Hunter was not amused. "Well you've been here one day?" joked Kara, batting her lashes. "So how many Greg's could you have flirted with so far?" "Ewwwww no," said Hunter, protesting. "Like none if that's what you're asking." "You know your mother's gone right?..... so stop bullshiting me, but in case you're blind you know he's hot for you right?" laughed Kara, looking around. "You know your all over his Instagram already, right?" "No way." Hunter was shocked. "You're fucking with me, right?" "Am I? You know he came to visit me last night in my room to make sure I was ok after you left, and you were all he was talking about," smirked Kara. "I heard you fell asleep in his arms on our couch." "No, I'm sure you were mistaken," said Hunter. "So you didn't?" asked Kara, making a face. "And I guess you weren't wearing his hoodie either then?" "Maybe he was there because he likes you!" moaned Greg. "Don't you like him, and he told me your families go away together?" "Well yeah," nodded Kara. "I love the boy." "Ok then, that's good," said Hunter, feeling relieved. "No need to worry about me then. I'd never infringe on your territory, Kara. He's all yours, and that's what besties do, right?" "Good to know in case we ever fight over the same boy but no..." said Kara, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "He's my cousin silly, so of course I love him and my lips stop at his cheeks while yours I've heard might have gotten a little closer?" "It wasn't like that exactly," Hunter explained. "I mean I'm not sure what he told you, but we were sipping some drinks and... and..." "And I know I may have made things awkward being a drama queen and cramped your style, but we're past that, bestie," said Kara. "Now he's a doll, and he's seriously into you so I just thought you should know so you can act on it." "Act on it!" replied Hunter, almost jumping out of his chair. "Kara I uuummm...." "Fine, play it cool and since we're besties, I'll do you a solid. I'll drop him a hint that you're chill but like so dying to hook up when the time is right," winked Kara. "Now zip it, here come our mothers." "Oh those came out perfect and looks like you're making out well, Hunter," said Kara's mother, inspecting him. "Am I?" said Hunter, half glancing down. "I've been afraid to even look." "Well don't be, and I'll see you down at the beach, ok bestie," said Kara, hugging him, making sure not to touch him with her repaired wet nails. "Thanks again, Mrs. Richards." "You're welcome, honey," Mrs. Richards hugged Kara before looking at Hunter. "See you in a bit and did we pick a color yet, cupcake?" "Me?" sighed Hunter. "Ok then, so we decided on that salmon pink for her fingers, and I'm still thinking we go orange on the toes," His mother said to the nail girl. "You mind giving us a minute and maybe bring a few colors like that we could choose from." "Of course, Mrs. Richards," said the woman, getting up. "Please mom! Before we do that!" whispered Hunter. "These are way too long!" "That's the style Hunter, and the best part is?" smiled his mother. "You and your new best friend picked it. You'll adjust." "Mom, I won't! My nails are even longer than yours," said Hunter, holding up his hands. "How am I going to do anything like this?" "Oh stop. You'll do everything that every other girl does, and just like they do," said his mother. "We all manage, and so will you. Mine are square tips and yours are just pointier. I'm jealous actually. I may have to try those too." "Take mine! You can have them now," moaned Hunter. "Believe me, I almost want to," laughed his mother, as the woman returned now. "Oh gawwdd. That one! That color is gorgeous." "Wonderful! It's atomic orange, and here's a few pinks you could choose from that I believe would look great on her," said the woman, showing her the bottles. "I love this one," said his mother. "That's her for sure!" "For sure?" groaned Hunter, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Wonderful choice, and that's what I would have picked for her too," said the nail tech. "Hunter, follow me please because we're going to need to do a few things at once since we squeezed her in today." "I know, and I can't thank you enough for that," nodded his mother as Hunter was now following them to a new area. "Sit honey and my staff will be double teaming you now while I go through a few things with your mother," said the woman. Suddenly Hunter was having his nails painted on his left hand by a woman while another worked on his toes. He was sick watching the long almond shaped nails turn pink as there was little he could do about it but stare down. He tried mostly not looking as his mind wandered to how he'd need to avoid Greg or explain to Kara that he had no interest in him. He'd certainly need to make sure if he couldn't avoid him that he gave him no impression he was interested in anything more than just being vacation friends. Eventually his mother returned with one of the salon workers, inspecting his hand before it headed under the dryer. Just her smile of satisfaction was enough to irritate him, and then she looked at him, touching his face gently. "So I had such a nice conversation with Kara's mom, and I'm really happy for you that you made such a nice friend," said his mother. "Also I learned a few things when I was with her honey that I thought you might be interested in." "Mom," said Hunter, thinking she knew about Greg. "I'm really not. Please, I'd rather just hang out with you." "We will. I promise, and I know it's just your nerves speaking with you stuck under the dryer." She rubbed his shoulders. "Now come on, I thought you two hit it off so well and she asked if we'd have dinner with them." "With who, mom?" asked Hunter, half squirming. "With Kara and her mom," said his mother. "You paying attention, Hunter?" "Oh, just the four of us?" nodded Hunter. "Yes," said his mother. "Her brother, father and some of the guys are heading out on a late afternoon fishing trip, so they thought it would be nice to go to a fancy restaurant together. Just the girls." "Oh, I guess that's ok then?" said Hunter. "Wait, is that your way again of getting me into a nice dress?" "Uuummm it's not," said his mother. "I'm thinking I'll probably be in one, and so will everyone else, but I'm not going to pressure you. You know what?.... I'm sure you can discuss your outfits with your new bestie. Girls do that you know." "Yeah I kind of know they do," grumbled Hunter. "Come on mom, she's going to pressure me to do shit I'm not looking to do. You already see how she is." "I do, and I'll let you in a little secret her mother told me," said his mother. "She was at one time a tomboy if you can believe that?" "Really?" said Hunter, surprised. "That I wouldn't have guessed." "Yup, and hated wearing makeup too, so her mother never forced her," said his mother. "Exactly!" moaned Hunter. "See, mom!" "Yup I do," explained his mother. "In fact did you notice those big lashes she had? Naturally gorgeous, right?" "Lashes?" asked Hunter confused. "I guess?" "Oh please, I'm sure you did since she batted them in your face since she's so proud of them," explained his mother. "They're freaking amazing, and that's without a stitch of mascara. They're stunning." "I guess maybe I did now that you mention it," Hunter replied. "You don't have to pretend you don't want to admit she's pretty," said his mother. "It's ok, I'll say it and we both know she is." "Whatever, mom," said Hunter, rolling his eyes. "It's kind of hard to think about things like that when I'm like this." "Yeah I know, which is why I'm still keeping my promise to not force you to wear any makeup, but while your nails are drying, I'm having them beef up your lashes," said his mother, patting his arm. "So figure then unless you change your mind we won't have to worry about you wearing any mascara then tonight?" "Yeah, I'm not," Hunter whined. "I'm not wearing makeup, mom." "Ok?" said his mother, folding her arms. "And I can do this all day, baby!" "Do what?" asked Hunter. "Fight me on simple things and mommy's got solutions, so relax, it's painless," said his mother, signaling a worker to give her a minute. "I wasn't fighting you on anything mom!" Yelped Hunter. "You weren't?" said his mother, folding her arms. "You didn't almost embarrass both of us whining about getting your nails done from the second I told you about it?" "Well what do you expect, mom," said Hunter. "I mean I just woke up and...and... forget I said anything because it's done anyway, right?" "Almost," smiled his mother, pulling out his left hand and then sticking it back in. "So you fighting me again, because you know that you can't, right? And this is all on you, not me?" "I know," nodded Hunter, getting teary-eyed. "And I'm not." "Well then good, and I love you," said his mother, wiping under his eyes. "And see, you would have ruined your mascara so now you won't have to worry about that anymore." "Not funny," said Hunter, sucking back his tears. "Don't worry, you can still wear it for a special occasion, if you want to go even bigger once you get past this makeup phobia." His mother was composing herself before waving over to the girl. "She's ready, and she's good with you doing her brows too." "I am," gulped Hunter as his eyes bulged. "Of course, dear," said his mother, patting his head. "Still not makeup, and we just agreed you wouldn't fight me." Hunter wanted to cry as over came a woman with a stencil, placing it atop his forehead. She seemed to use some little powders as part of her work and then suddenly these two strings between her fingers began making their way to his brow line. Over and over she corralled his little hairs, yanking from his face as she'd jump back and forth. He cringed, trying to be tough, yet was petrified inside, wanting to scream from both the pain and even worse the anguish. He could say little as his mother looked on seemingly coaching while they made fine adjustments and then without much hesitation, they were on to his lashes. He glanced over to his right now, seeing a white vinyl pad that was covered in tons of small hairs arranged in sections of similar lengths. It didn't take much to figure out though that some of those would be making their way to his face, but he wondered exactly how many. He sat not really understanding the lingo about lash tapering, angles or curl, yet quickly understood they'd be blending lengths from six millimeters up to 14 millimeters. He racked his brain trying to fathom what that meant in inches, but that really didn't matter much as the woman explained to his mother that she recommended using 8 mm extensions all across the pupils and then between the longer extensions at the outside to create a thick lash line. He listened as she talked about how failure to mix in short extensions results in empty gaps that make the long extensions look similar to spider legs, but when she was finished, Hunter would have a beautiful, fanned out natural look. He almost felt like he was about to piss his panties as he watched her open the glue and then any futile objection he wanted to muster fizzled before he could even utter a sound, as her curved tweezers locked down on his natural lash. Just that fast all he could do was control his little trembles as another tweezer approached holding the extension from its tapered end. It was crazy to see her kind of swipe it along his natural lash and then coat his natural one in adhesive, as quickly thereafter they'd become one. "You're doing great," said his mother, leaning down and kissing his forehead as the woman now jumped to the other eye. "Back in a bit honey." It was like Chinese water torture as the woman would do one lash on the left eye and then jump to the right, slowly but surely extending a lash at a time on each eye. He had no idea how long this was all taking, but he knew very well now why they'd gotten up so early, as the painstaking process seemed endless. When finally they were finished, he sat up unable to stop blinking as they held up a hand mirror, showing him the result. He could feel them touching above his eye's socket when he opened his eyes wide, extremely cognizant of the difference and stunned at their grandeur. With his brows now given more of a subtle arch yet still full on the inside and not overly tweezed, his lashes curled under them ever so perfectly, like he was born that way. "I'll ring you up now Mrs. Richards, and you take a minute, honey," said the woman, handing him the mirror. He really didn't even want to look anymore, but it was impossible as he raised the mirror in front of his face. No boy would have brows this thin or neat he thought, as they were certainly shaped to reflect his current gender, and look manicured. Fanning out from side to side like a dark brown peacock and turned back looking so full without a drop of makeup, they'd transformed his eyes, as his green pupils seemed to pop, appearing larger. At the inside, shorter lashes soon bloomed large, curling back into his eye socket on top and fanning out just as beautifully on the bottom above his cheekbone. When he put down the mirror, he just sat there speechless, staring at his long nails surrounding the mirror's handle, seeing his mother waiting at the front of the salon now almost impatiently. He could say nothing as she charged the tip and the services to the room, and then he mustered the strength to take his purse from the counter next to him and walk towards her. "You look beautiful, Hunter, and come again soon honey," said the woman, as he walked up to his mother, taking her hand. "Thank you, and I'm sure I will be," said Hunter, almost having a break down, squeezing her hand to leave and walking past her. "Please mom! Can we go please?" "You're mad at me I guess," said his mother, following him out the door. "No, I'm your daughter, mom!" said Hunter with some attitude. "Mommies little pumpkin! Your princess, right?" "Stop it at once, Hunter," said his mother, getting pissed. "We discussed all this." "Stop what? I'm not mad? Why would I be?" said Hunter, shaking his head as they left, not looking up at her. "I've got ridiculously long pink nails and orange toes! I know! They look beautiful! I look beautiful, right?" "Hunter, it's for your own good," said his mother as they walked toward the elevator. "And your nails are not exactly pink, they're watermelon, and they call that color on your toes Sunkist. And yes the colors are gorgeous on you and yes you look beautiful. That's the idea when girls get their nails done, for your information." "Whatever you say mom?" Hunter tossed up his hands. "I say what's got into you? because did you forget exactly who you were speaking to here?" yelled his mother, grabbing his arm as soon as they were alone in the elevator. "I say I didn't forget but come on mom. You want to know what I say?" said Hunter, pulling back. "I say I figured all this out!" "Figured what?" asked his mother nastily. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Nothing, mom. Forget it, and it's ok mom. Calm down, and I'm sorry I raised my voice," said Hunter, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry too, and I didn't mean it as well," said his mother, feeling bad. "Sometimes Hunter you just..." "I know mom." Hunter held up his hand. "I just got frustrated thinking about all this while I held a mirror with this ridiculous nails and stared at these insane lashes. But I get it. I do! I get it." "Get what exactly?" his mother asked, calmly touching his arm. "Figured out what, Hunter?" "Well, with all this on me the old Hunter can't sneak off and get in trouble," explained Hunter, looking her dead in the eye. "You can deny it mom, but we both know that's it, isn't it?" "Well I guess I can't really...?" His mother nodded as she stared back at him. "So I'm right?" Hunter looked at his nails. "I knew I was." "Well partially yes, and we both know we can't have another day like yesterday," nodded his mother, grabbing his shoulder and then looking into his eyes. "But the other half is the financial stuff, and out of lack of clothing options. I wish we were rich Hunter, but you know we're not." "Yeah I get that! And I guess I get the first part too," said Hunter, tossing up his hands. "But where do you think I inherited my control problems, mom?" "Not from me?" said his mother, pointing at herself. "Obviously it was your father. He was wild just like you?" "Yeah, and still is," said Hunter, shaking his head before folding his arms. "But who couldn't control herself? The braids ok? Even shaving my legs I understand I guess. But the nails weren't enough were they? You saw Kara and then I had to have the lashes, and then that wasn't enough so I needed the brows done? When does it stop mom?" "Shit" said his mother, covering her mouth. "I guess you're right." "Yeah, and this time I wish I wasn't," sighed Hunter. "This time it sucks being right." "Oh stop, and I'm sorry!" smirked his mother. "But we both know it was necessary because at least now we both no longer need to worry about you stealing boys stuff now do we?" "Oh we're past that alright?" nodded Hunter, slapping his forehead. "You certainly made sure that's not an option anymore." "Well can you blame me?" laughed his mother. "I mean seriously? Can you?" "When you mention it that way I guess not, and obviously you don't need to be worried anymore," said Hunter, having to giggle. "You stuck me as a girl pretty good now I guess, haven't you?" "I freaking hope so," joked his mother, giving him a nudge. "I'd like to have a little down time on this vacation too please without worrying every second." "Ok, ok! I'm going to do my best to stay calm, like it or not," said Hunter, reaching over and taking her hand. "Thank you, honey," said his mother, feeling touched. "You know I love you more than anything in the world, right?" "I guess, but I'm still a little mad," smiled Hunter. "At least allow me that?" "Fine," said his mother, giving his hand a squeeze. "And how could i not with those pretty lashes batting up at me like a puppy dog, pumpkin?" "That is not making me less mad, mom?" Hunter shook his head but understood. "Yeah I know," laughed his mother. "Forget I said anything." "I wish," nodded Hunter, self-conscious about it now and wiggling his fingers between hers. "But how about we just maybe go out and enjoy the place like you said. I guess like it or not I'm ready for some mother/daughter time, ok?" "I'd love that!" said his mother hugging him. "Oh gawwdddd I'd love that so so much, but we've got to try on swim suits first, so we can see what you can wear." "Oh jeez," gulped Hunter as their hug broke. "I was kind of thinking you'd be saying that eventually, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that." "Of course you are," said his mother, dipping her key in the lock. "And I've been studying ways that we could make some of them work, so come on. I already have everything ready." "Of course you do," said Hunter, grinning and slapping his forehead, following her in. She wasn't kidding as eight or nine swim suits were meticulously placed out on the bed as they entered and she helped him off with his outfit. "So how is this working exactly mom?" Hunter asked, standing there in his bra and panties. "Like I go in the bathroom and you tell me good or bad when I come out." "Well I'm thinking we strip you here with your back to me, and then I'll help you," said his mother, tapping her chin, thinking. "As it is you'll need to be cautious with your nails, so just use your fingertips, pull up the bottoms and I'll do the rest I guess." "Oh," replied Hunter, looking at his hands. "Yeah I guess that's a good idea." He already knew she must have known which ones might work better than others, yet he was soon naked with his back to her about to try on each and every one. "Ok you slide on the bottom and then we'll try the top," said his mother, handing the first one around his back, making sure not to look down at his dangling boy parts. Once he had it pulled up, she looped the top around him and then clipped it in the back. "Oh gawwwd no," his mother exclaimed. "I kind of knew that might not work. Let's try the next one." He tried on two more now that didn't work, but then finally the fourth one seemed to have some possibilities. This time she made him walk around the room in it and then on to the next one they moved. They were giggling and laughing through every change before finally he'd tried them all on. She narrowed down the selection to three choices, none of which seemed perfect according to her pointed criticisms, and then she helped him put her favorite back on. "Ok, I like this the best on you, but-" His mother stopped and pointed, flicking her finger. "We need to fix the bottom stuff though, ok?" "Maybe the one with the ruffle thing is better, mom," said Hunter, looking down at his little bulge. "Or maybe I just keep shorts on, or better yet just stay inside! I can't wear this stuff obviously?" "Trust me you can, and I do like the ruffle bottom on you, but the top is too big," said his mother, walking over, turning his shoulder and pulling it down for him from behind. "Mom I've got nothing on top, and too much on the bottom," said Hunter with his back to her, naked. "Obviously I was not made for these." "Yeah and obviously we knew both those things before we started," laughed his mother. "Now relax, I've got both those things covered. It's just how covered or not... that we're working on here and what I didn't anticipate that we both now know is that we just need to handle a little extra grooming." "Grooming?" gulped Hunter. "Ah yeah, so pull the little mister thingy between your legs and lay on the bed honey," his mother directed. "What?" asked Hunter, confused. "Just do it," said his mother, giving him a shove. "A snip here and there and you're good." "Are you nuts, mom!" yelled Hunter. "Not what I meant, and you know that," laughed his mother, rolling her eyes to the sky. "Just lie down! Don't you trust me?" "Before this trip!" said Hunter, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, but not lately." "You're just getting a haircut down there, silly," said his mother, raising a scissor and a pink razor. "Once we get you tucked, you'll be fine, but girls do not have their pubes showing do they?" "Oooohhhhh," said Hunter, lying on the bed holding his male parts from the back. She took a scissor gently to his pubes as she stretched and trimmed across the front. When she finished he could feel the cool shaving cream being dabbed around the area and then her shaving from his abs downward. He allowed her to lift his right leg shaving and then the left until finally she had him roll over and pull everything forward. He never felt so uncomfortable in his life around her, yet she never wavered in her task until finally she seemed satisfied, stepping back. "Ok, stand up, pull it all back and let me see," said his mother. "Mom, there's almost nothing there," moaned Hunter, looking down. "No that's about right, and trust me more than lots of girls have," said his mother, inspecting his little triangle top above his hidden manhood. "Nothing will be the next step, and a lot more uncomfortable for both of us if I have to shave it all off so let's pray this works." "Oh gawwwdd," gulped Hunter. "It better." "Here, put on this thong," said his mother, turning her head away and handing it to him. "Once you kind of get it up, pull back everything and then let's hope it does the trick." He stepped into the thong, pulling himself back and then stretched it up across his hips. "Ok?" said Hunter nervously, looking down at himself in the little undergarment. "Now what?" "Now you stand there and shut up," teased his mother, bending down, tapping his leg. On and off now went a bottom as she pulled it up tight before trying the next and then another, as each time she tugged and twisted each bottom. "So none of them work?" groaned Hunter. "Patience, and I didn't say that," said his mother, heading into the bathroom and then a minute later returning. "Just a few little adjustments, honey." "Oh?" mumbled Hunter. "Ok?" "Shoulders straight, look forward and just let me do my thing, ok?" said his mother, lifting his chin and then kneeling down, lifting a bottom up each leg. Over his hips it went now as she adjusted the fit and then unexpectedly he felt her reach inside it and tug the elastic back of the thong as tightly up as she could. He certainly understood the reason, but that didn't make it easier as she stood back up and put her hands around his neck. Across his chest now he realized she placed a much heavier top than he expected before reaching around his back, looping a clasp. She then undid what she'd just tied behind his neck, adjusting the cups with her finger and then holding out the ends of the ties. "Reach up and hold these just where I have them," said his mother, handing them to him. "Do not move until I take them back from you. You got me?" "Like I have a choice," Hunter sighed. "Yeah, you don't," laughed his mother, reaching inside his left cup and then applying some pressure. When she finished, she did the same on the right before taking back the ends of the top and pulling them behind his neck and knotting a bow not once but twice. "Well canary's your color, sweetie," said his mother, walking behind him, pulling his hair back between her fingers, brushing the non braided sections. "You ready for your debut as a beach babe?" "Beach babe?" Hunter was scared thinking about what she said as she began winding in a band as she put his hair in a high pony. "Well yeah," teased his mother, brushing his side bangs across his forehead and adding some hairspray. "One second and you can go see." "Holy shit, no!" Hunter felt the pony swing behind his head. "Please don't say it like that." "Yeah, well too late," laughed his mother, slapping his ass gently . "Here, put on your cover up and your sister's flip flops while I go change real quick and finally we can get out there." "Oh gawwddd," Hunter replied as he raced over to the mirror getting a good look at himself. He stood there petrified in the hotel mirror in a canary yellow bikini he knew he had no business being it. In front, it was a full cut ruched panty that had just enough shape to hide the thong beneath it as well as what was tucked between his legs. He reached down, feeling everything flat and now quickly understood why she needed to shape and trim his pubes as bottom's cut was quite low beneath his naval. He turned again feeling in the back yet couldn't even feel a bump between his legs from either side now, as his testicles had easily slipped inside his body cavity and his manhood had been truly flattened. He slid his hands across his ass, focused on how half his cheeks were exposed, as were most of his hips in the high cut brief. On top now for the first time, the matching canary top gave him the look of having some little boobs, as heavy silicon inserts had been placed inside the triangular cups. A single canary strap on his back held it across his spine, but it was really the single strap from each cup tied around his neck that held it up. He reached up, feeling his little boobs like any stupid guy would, mesmerized by his long watermelon colored nails, squeezing them and then his mother emerged in an even sexier bronze metallic bikini. "Hey, do not pull at those," Chirped his mother, coming out and loading the beach bag. "The trick there is I hid some double sided tape which will hold them in place, as just an extra protection, so you should be able to play in the surf without any worries, ok honey?" "Mom, you look-" Hunter looked her up and down. "Like this is sick?" "Thank you, baby!" smiled his mother, leaning to one side half posing. "The only one sick should be your father missing out on this." "No doubt," nodded Hunter, with his eye bulging out at her. "Oh and missing out on his girl looking the way you do!" smirked his mother, shaking her head. "I can only imagine the look on his face." "Yeah, I can't and don't want to mom," sighed Hunter. "Honestly me either sweetie, so forget I brought him up," said his mother. "OK now, let's go turn some heads." "Did you have to say that?" moaned Hunter, staring down at his feet. "Sorry," laughed his mother. "But yeah! It's the truth. Come on." Hunter swallowed hard, yet the way his mother looked she'd be more the object of any heads turning than some flat chested girl going through puberty. He though of course would still certainly garner some looks from the tweens and barely teens, about to step from the room safely tucked inside his sister's bathing suit. It was actually kind of comforting to pull the pale pink lacey beach cover up over his head to hide the swim suit for a minute, yet any comfort would be quickly wiped from his mind as he slipped his feet inside his sister's flip flops, watching the toe strap separate his orange toes. She handed him a beach bag with a towel, lotion and then over the bridge of his nose went his sister's big round brown sunglasses as out the door they went. Their mother daughter time had truly now gone to a new level as they walked together through the hotel past a few pools and down to the beach. It was brutally hot when they finally reached the sand as they searched for a place to settle into. Their search for two chairs and an umbrella would be short lived though, as suddenly he heard his mother's name called and then his, as they looked up seeing Evelyn waving them over. "Heeeellllo, ladies," said Evelyn, excited to see them. "Come on over before they bust my chops again about these. I saved you both chairs." "Oh, you didn't have to do that," said Stacey, air kissing each of Evelyn's cheeks and then Kara's. "Of course I did," said Evelyn, flicking her wrist. "I figured at least this way the girls could occupy each other and you'd get to relax for a change. Now sit and I'll call over the waiter for some drinks for us." "Hey bestie." Kara hugged him before pulling back and looking at his nails. "Oh my gawwddd. Did your nails come out smoking or what, Hunter?" "If smoking means like smoking bright?" joked Hunter, looking down and wiggling his toes. "Especially the toes." "Well great minds think alike, Kara," said Stacey, softly patting Kara and lifting her son's wrist, showing off his nails in the bright sunlight. "Because the shape you picked for her is perfect, so kudos to you girl on that, and these colors are just fabulous for the beach, right?" "I know, right! And stop hiding under those glasses and let me see, girl," squealed Kara, pulling off his sun glasses. "I am so dying to see the.... Huuuh! Oh you little diva! I freaking hate you." "Really?" said Hunter, squinting in the sun. "Again?" "Ahhh yeah," laughed Kara, before give him a nudge. "Girls, play nice," laughed Evelyn, taking Stacey by the hand. "Watch the stuff and we'll be back in a second." Of course, mom," said Kara with some attitude before turning to Hunter. "And stop playing with me already, girl! Like you don't know how sexy those came out?" "Oh?" said Hunter, playing along and tapping her. "Is it even that noticeable?" "Seriously? Your mother really should have named you Madonna like I teased." Kara rolled her eyes. "You're like a freaking pop princess with those things?" "So that's a good thing, right?" said Hunter, thinking he was complimented but not sure. "Shut up," giggled Kara, giving him a little shove before turning away and yelling. "Hey cuz, Hunter is here and she wanted to say hi." "You know I hate you too now," Hunter replied half under his breath. "Yeah? As if, bestie," laughed Kara, turning and smiling at him, flexing her brows. "Now stop with the bullshit and you can thank me later, girl." All Hunter could do was roll his eyes back at her as Greg raced over like a dog chasing a stick. "Hey, good morning sunshine," smiled Greg, giving him a hug, shirtless in his bathing suit. "Hey," half smiled Hunter, patting his wet back, nudging him to let go. "Uuumm ok now, morning. You're really sweaty." "Sorry," laughed Greg, seeing his expression of minor angst. "But about time you got down here, and I didn't even see you at breakfast." "Oh," said Hunter awkwardly, grossed out, reaching down and nonchalantly wiping Greg's sweat off his hands onto his cover up. "Yeah we kind of skipped that today." "Ok well you're here now, so glad you made it," said Greg, looking into his eyes. "What happened? you sleep late or something came up?" "Uuumm just some girl stuff," mumbled Hunter. "Cool," replied Greg, seeming nervous. "Well, I'll check in on you after our football game, ok? Maybe we can all hang out and hit the surf or something?" "Like she wants to hit the surf, dork?" smiled Kara, making a face and rolling her eyes. "She wasn't around earlier because we were getting our nails done, but I called you over to see if you noticed anything different about her? Do you?" "Oh that's what came up! Sorry got it, and your nails look great," said Greg, taking Hunter's hand and shrugging his shoulder. "Not too good for volleyball, but nice color. Sure?" "Just go," said Kara, pushing him away. "We're going to chill and sun a little." "Cool, see you later," said Greg, racing off. "Wow, rude!" laughed Hunter. "And see if you wouldn't have even mentioned the nails I don't think he would have noticed, let alone anything else?" "Oh stop! You heard him, and once he asked you to play volleyball, he would have," said Kara, pointing at her brain. "And trust me, maybe try to think like a guy for a second, because maybe not consciously but subconsciously he noticed something and he liked it." "And how could you possibly know that?" asked Hunter. "Because you think that you know how to think like a guy, or is it that he's your cousin so you think you know him that well?" "Well yeah, really mostly the second one," said Kara, raising her brows. "Oh, and he may not have known what came up until I told him, but trust me he thought whatever you did looked hot because I couldn't help but notice what else had come up when he stared at you." "Oh, you're so gross," cried Hunter, feeling some acid rush up his throat. "That's your cousin." "Exactly," nodded Kara, twirling her finger at Hunter and then smiling. "Which means I know him better than anyone and notice when things change that regularly would not." "Please, let's change the subject," groaned Hunter, grossed out and holding his chest. "Such a princess?" Kara shrugged her shoulders. "But fine, I get it! So let me see your suit, and do my back, ok?" "Ok," nodded Hunter, pulling off his cover up and revealing the yellow suit as Kara began doing the same. "I love that color!" squealed Kara, looking at him as she pulled off her cover up. "Jeezz." Hunter realized her boobs looked much bigger than he thought now. "What?" said Kara, squirting some lotion on her arms, rubbing it in. "Do you not like it?" "No, I didn't say that," said Hunter, staring at them. "Seriously?" said Kara, jumping back. "What? Are you saying I look fat in this!" "No, you look amazing," backpedaled Hunter, not knowing what to say. "But not as amazing as you?" Kara pointed her index finger at him before putting her hands on her hips. "Right?" "No, you're much hotter than me!" stuttered Hunter, panicking, still fixated on her chest. "I uuumm... I guess most girls can only wish they had your body?" "Oh? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snap at you!" Kara squeezed her boobs against him. "I'm so bloated and just self-conscious?" "Oh? It's fine, Kara," said Hunter, trying to stay calm himself, allowing the hug to go a few seconds before pushing back. "No big deal, and you're really hot!" "Oh gawwdd I love you so much, and I hope so," said Kara, squirting lotion on his shoulder as she began rubbing it in for him. "Your shoulders are getting red and you really think some guys think that?" "Trust me, guys definitely think that," said Hunter as she was rubbing it down his back now. "But really could you hurry up." "Relax, they're playing football so what's the rush," said Kara, rubbing it across the back of his legs. "Well no rush, but really I just can't stay like this too much longer," moaned Hunter, feeling himself trying to strain under the suit with her rubbing across his body. "Just please hurry up." "Fine, but do my back first," said Kara, handing him the lotion and turning around. "Sure," gulped Hunter, rubbing as fast as he could. "Is that good?" "Almost? But check the front and in between," said Kara, turning and pulling her boobs open, showing him the cleavage. "Do in here really good, as last year I burned in here so bad." "Oh jeez," sighed Hunter, squirting and rubbing between them. "These things are? Are...?" "Oh my gawwdd, Hunter. I'm so sorry if I made you feel self-conscious," said Kara, shaking her head and then taking his hand away, squeezing it and looking into his eyes. "But your boobs will come. Your mom's are real, right?" "I'd rather not think about that please," said Hunter, looking away from their stare. "And lord knows I hope so." "Well they look real to me, so I'd say you'll be fine, bestie," said Kara, reaching down and handing him a yellow spray bottle. "Now just spray the crap out of my hair top and bottom, and if you want I'll do yours next. Oh hey guys?" Hunter really did not want to look as she was waving at some guys running in the sand and instead just stared squirting her hair as instructed. "Soak it?" asked Hunter, dowsing her hair as he soaked it with the conditioner type liquid as she stared out at the guys. "Should I?" "Yeah, yeah," said Kara, barely paying attention. "Just do it." Quickly her head had been soaked and then he looked up, noticing Kara was absorbed, half posing towards a few guys as they tossed the football out in the distance. She'd shift her hips and leisurely slide her finger up adjusting her top until she turned, bending over and flipping her wet hair, as instantly Hunter realized the ball tossing had stopped as they were all looking over at them. "Kara?" moaned Hunter, not wanting to make any eye contact. "What are you doing?" "Just giving the boys something to think about beside football." Kara stood back up, turning and taking it the spray bottle. "Now come on, they were staring, so we get a turn here too you know, and there are so many hot guys here it's ridiculous." She stepped to the right a touch, making sure they could get a good look at Hunter as she saturated his hair with the bottle and then he realizing what she was doing. "Kara, why are you behind me like that?" Hunter felt her boobs on his back as she soaked his hair. "Not a good idea." "Oh stop, and look who's enjoying the view," joked Kara as she pulled out his pony, scrunching and totally saturating his hair now. "Oh gawddd." Hunter saw eyes looking right on him now. "Hey!" yelled Greg, giving the thumbs up and joking around, biting his hand. "Wheewwwwww!" "Guess you're not in a rush to lay out any more," Kara said as they watched the guys dive in the sand as she lifted and sprayed. "Uuummm no! I'm kind of over any little discomfort I had before," replied Hunter, grossed out. "But why do you say that?" "Oh sorry, all you had to say was you were cramping, sis," joked Kara, saturating him good. "Because when you were supposed to be spraying my hair, I'm thinking you were spacing out staring at the hard bodies, since you missed like half of it." "Did I?" said Hunter, taking the bottle back and turning her around. "How about I get it all and we go sit down." "Cool, and here come the real hotties anyway," joked Kara, seeing their moms walking back with some tropical drinks. "Wow," said Hunter, looking over. "They do look incredible for their age, right?" "No shit! Look at all the pervs staring at them, and it bodes well for us when we get older," said Kara, checking them out and then glancing up. "Oh shit, duck." "Heads up," yelled a guy as Kara quickly turned, covering her face. "Ahhhhhhhh!" yelled Kara, letting out a girly scream and then her jaw dropped as she took her hands off her head, looking up, shocked it didn't hit her. "No fucking way?" "Reflex," laughed Hunter, swiping the hair from his eyes, having caught the errant toss in one hand. "Seriously?" said Kara, stunned at seeing the ball. "A reflex?" "Yup," nodded Hunter, turning firing it back to the guys. "No biggie." "Oh myyy gawwddd! You really are some freak athlete?" said Kara, looking at him astonished. "Nah, but I'm ok," winked Hunter, looking at his hand. "But you really were right about nails like this. That freaking hurt bad." "Be careful, jerks," yelled Kara, shaking her head and pointing at them. "She just got those done!" "Yeah... you... you...." yelled Hunter, not knowing what to say. "Big jerks." "Let's just go for a walk," said Kara, taking his hand. "They're freaking animals sometimes, and I need a break from being around their stupid sports before I get hurt again." Down the beach they walked now like girlfriends, dipping their toes in the waves, laughing and enjoying the beach. They goofed around as he came to realize he loved every minute of being with her, slowly but surely growing infatuated with her. They'd splash and kick some water, half skipping and half prancing as he just followed along staring at her boobs bouncing in her swimsuit. He'd have to look away from time to time just not to risk anything trying to snap up in his bikini bottom, as the only thing that kept him soft was her pointing out hot guy after guy checking them out. She was obsessed with hard bodies, life guards and women's fashion as she criticized half the girls that walked past them. He could barely focus on half of what she said as she never stopped babbling, focusing on his own problems as it was tough enough not to stare. They had seemingly walked for a good half hour or so, mostly goofing around until finally Kara paused as he saw the braiding stand his mother took him to yesterday and dragged him over. "Come on, you are way to pretty to get smashed in the face again," said Kara, pulling his hand. "You did not even see that Frisbee whiz past you a minute ago. This one's on me." "Wait?" paused Hunter. "What Frisbee?" "Girl, you have got gorgeous hair, but it's not beach friendly like mine," said Kara, taking him by the hand. "Let's get the front done like mine, and we'll be even more like besties." "Not again?" gulped Hunter. Twenty minutes later, Hunter stood up with his hair braided now from temple to temple just like Kara's was. 5 white beads behind his left ear had now multiplied, becoming eighteen, as cornrows that now spanned away from his forehead before ending in beads at the middle of his crown. If everything his mother had done wasn't bad enough, his new best friend just seemed to pile on, as his manicured brows and long lashes stood without a strand of hair, no longer sliding into his eyes. He was stylish as any girl could be on the sand in the Caribbean, strolling with his gorgeous nails, cornrows and in yellow bikini. "Damn," gulped Greg as they walked back. "I almost didn't recognize you, Hunter." "Yeah me either with these braids," said Hunter, feeling his head with his palm. "It's that bad?" "No," said Greg, looking into his eyes. "I'm pretty sure there's not too much you could do wrong." "Except steal your football," teased Hunter, grabbing his football and running away. "Now go long." "Ok! So that's how it's gonna be," laughed Greg, running away and putting his hands up. "Yeah like a little further," motioned Hunter. "That might be long for your wimpy buddies, but don't get fooled by the nails boy." Hunter launched the throw over his head and then laughed as Greg laid out diving, but missed it. He came up hobbling, having twisted his ankle and contorting his leg before trying to be tough, shaking off the pain before having to hobble into the surf to get it. All Kara could do was watch and giggle as they goofed around playing catch once Greg felt better, as Greg tossed it lightly to Hunter. Some of the other guys now came back in from the water, taking part in the catch as they mostly let Hunter throw but not catch. "Seriously?" said Hunter, clapping his hands, realizing what they were doing after ten minutes. "Just throw it." "Maybe you have a good arm for a girl, by no chance am I dealing with any of those nails getting broken like I saw yesterday," joked Greg, flipping it underhand to him. "Yeah, good point," replied Hunter, stretching his fingers. "But I'm not Kara you know." "No, she's not," Kara teased. "She's much more of a tease." "Me?" Hunter mae a face before smiling. "A tease? Seriously?" "Girls!" laughed Greg. "Behave, or I'll..." "You'll what?" said Hunter, making a face. "Ok then, and I owe you one, Hunter," said Greg, racing over and grabbing Hunter under his arm and then swinging around, grabbing Kara under the other one. "You both asked for it!" "Hey," yelled Hunter. "Greg! What the hell!" "Eeeewwwww! Please, cuz!" Kara slapped his arm. "You are gross and sweaty! Put me down this instant." Their faces were bouncing up and down staring at the sand as Greg ran, carrying them like loafs of bread and then just that fast Hunter saw the water at Greg's ankles. "Ahhhhhhh shit," sighed Greg, knowing their fate. "Greg! You wouldn't?" shrieked Kara, punching him in the side as he was cracking up laughing. "Don't you fucking dare!" As the swear words barely left her lips, the water splashed into their face as Greg hurled them into the sea. He stood laughing hysterically as Hunter came up from under the water wiping the salt water from his eyes as he got to his feet. He grimaced, ready to punch Greg in the face and then as Kara came up from under water, quickly jumped in front of her, turning his back to Greg. "Ahhhh! I will fucking kill them," screamed Kara, frustrated and half crying, half pissed. "Yeah in one second, and after you...." said Hunter, motioning to her top as he grabbed the ends that had come loose. "Kind of fix yourself." "Oh my gawwdd." Kara looked down. "Please tie it for me tight, and make sure its on right before they see! Please tell they didn't see anything. Please, I'll flip the fuck out." "No, I kind of noticed it as you were coming up and really it didn't slip all the way down until I jumped in front of you," said Hunter, tying it around her neck. "Oh I love you so much bestie, and obviously I could care less if it was you that noticed, just as long as it wasn't any boys."Kara squeezed him tightly and then pulled back from the hug, sticking her fingers inside the cups, adjusting it. "Now just put your fingers inside on the bottom under my boobs so the suit doesn't move as I pull them up. I'm thinking I might need the next size soon, and do it quick before they notice." "My fingers? Inside?" said Hunter, not sure how to do it. "Oh please you freaking diva, it will not fuck up your nails," said Kara, pushing his fingers inside the bottom of the cups. "Just hold it a sec while they can't see, and trust me you'll need to learn to do this eventually when you start popping out of tops." "OK then." Hunter felt his head spin as he could feel a strain between his legs. "Thanks," said Kara, relieved and fixing herself. "That was way too close. Can you imagine if I flashed half the beach? I'd fucking kill him and then I'd die." "But you didn't, so drama averted," said Hunter, stepping away from her. "I'm going to go take a little swim." "I'm sorry, Hunter," Kara said as he hurried into the water, diving under a wave. "Did that strike a nerve?" "Please, just give me a minute," said Hunter, swimming out a little. "Ok, and I'm sorry! Gawd, she's sensitive," said Kara, walking out of the water and then looking back, yelling a little. "They will come, bestie. Look at how busty and curvy your mom is. You probably just got your period way later than me. That's all. Don't sweat it." Hunter swam out a bit, needing to calm down as he stared out at the waves, floating a little. He enjoying the sunshine, taking a mental break as he softly paddled and then suddenly from behind something grabbed around his waist. "Hey!" said Greg, popping up from under the water. "What the?" mumbled Hunter, spinning around until he came into view. "Greg?" "Sorry, and don't be mad at me," Greg let go, looking at Hunter. "I was just goofing around back there." "Jesus Greg! So are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Hunter needed a second. "Because if you are, you're doing a good job at it?" "Nope, just apologizing, and I thought you might swim off if you saw me coming your way," said Greg. "Sorry if I startled you, and I was stupid, you're not that pissed are you?" "You mean for just being an idiot," said Hunter, shaking his head. "Maybe?" laughed Greg. "You should be used to that. All guys are idiots?" "And what does that mean?" asked Hunter nervously for a moment, then backing up his angst, verbally pushing back. "Cause obviously I wouldn't know, would I?" "Uuumm? Nothing?" mumbled Greg. "I just meant guys must try to hang with you and be idiots all the time." "Really? So that's what you think?" said Hunter, annoyed. "That's what you swam out here to tell me?" "No, I just wanted to make sure we're cool," replied Greg nervously. "You know, make sure you weren't pissed at me." "And now you have, so are we finished?" replied Hunter with some attitude. "I've already been mad at my mother today, so if you want I'll add you to the list." "Please don't," said Greg, touching his back under the water softly. "The last thing I want is to cause you to be pissed at me over anything." "Fine," sighed Hunter, trying to figure out how to get away from him yet realizing his touch had a different affect. "Cool," said Greg, sliding his hand down Hunter's back near his ass under the water. "Actually I'm usually the one that usually pushes the other kids in, so really after all these years I was probably owed that dunking," Admitted Hunter, feeling better, reaching one of his hands underwater, knowing his arousal subsided. "In fact, I know this will sound weird, but actually your hand almost on my ass may have been helping me with a different problem out here, as I don't know how much longer I can wade water like this, but really I'm not mad at you." "Oh sorry, and I'm so happy," said Greg, growing nervous and lifting him into his arms. "Don't worry! I got you." "Heeyyyyyy! What are you doing," said Hunter, suddenly being held like a baby as he grasped Greg's neck as he stood touching the ground as the mild waves crashed in. "Don't worry," said Greg, walking him towards the beach. "I had no idea you couldn't swim well, and I got you." "Please put me down, and that's not what I meant," said Hunter as he placed him down in waist deep water. "I swim like a fish." Hunter dove back into the water and swam a few yards away from Greg before popping up his head, wiping his eyes. "Satisfied," Hunter said. "Told you I swim well, and do not pick me up again!" "Hunter, I'm so confused around you!" said Greg, holding up his hands out of the water. "No problem, and I'll just leave you to swim, because I think you needed a break from the sun anyway." "Holy shit!" Hunter raised his arm. "Am I sun burnt?" "Maybe a little?" said Greg, turning away and shaking his head. "But you look unbelievable with a little color if you give a shit about what I think, and I'm going to go back to play beach football. Pretty Girls just confuse the hell out of me." "Crap, I gotta go!" said Hunter, hurrying by him through the water and speed walking up the beach. "Mom," said Hunter, racing over disturbing her as she lounged. "I think we better go." "Oh ok, honey," said his mother, sitting up. "Everything ok?" "Well yeah except I think I'm getting burnt," said Hunter, pushing on his sister's sunglasses before throwing on the cover up and pulling the little hood over his head. "Please, come on." "Ok, we'll see you for dinner, Evelyn," said Mrs. Richards, tapping her new friend. "I'm thinking my princess got up a bit early, and now that's starting to hit her." "Trust me, if yours is heading back, then mine will be too," said Evelyn, sitting up. "She takes her sweet ass time primping as it is, so I'll be heading back soon too. See you later." "Hunter, wait up," yelled his mother as he was racing down the path in his flip flops into the hotel. "Please, mom," moaned Hunter as he hurried to the elevator. "I think I got too much sun." "But how?" said his mother as they got in the elevator and she pulled back the cover up's sleeve. "I told you no more than ten minutes at a clip, gave you the SPF100 and weren't you two under the big tent." "Well, not exactly," said Hunter, looking away. "Not exactly?" said his mother curiously, dropping down the hood. "Holy crap, Hunter! You braided the entire front! Well this should be interesting, shouldn't it young lady?" "Mom, that was Kara," Hunter explained. "You see we were watching the guys play football and my side bangs kind of got in my eyes when I caught a ball... but wait they didn't and then you treated her to nails and she treated me to this. Really it just happened?" "It just happened?" said his mother, putting her hands on her hips. "Like it just happened for like at least half hour while they did this?" "Kinda?" nodded Hunter. "Well yeah I guess?" "And you just happened to be watching boys play football on the beach?" asked his mother. "Well she's a girl, mom," moaned Hunter. "They do that." "And did one of those boys happen to be Greg?" his mother questioned him. "Maybe?" replied Hunter squeamishly. "I see, and did he maybe just get to enjoy how his little crush looks in her yellow bikini?" laughed his mother, putting the card key in the door as they went in. "Don't call me that!" sighed Hunter, following her. "Fine, then maybe did my beach babe daughter happen to enjoy modeling it for the cute boy?" teased his mother. "So did she?" "None of this is funny, mom," said Hunter, kicking off his flip flops and pulling the cover up over his head. "Now please? Is it bad?" "Your tan, no," replied his mother, staring at him as she put her stuff down. "You look stunning honestly with some color, but obviously you didn't use what I gave you did you?" "Uummm I'm not really sure," said Hunter, lifting his reddish arm and looking down at himself. "I intended to, but then Kara started rubbing stuff on me and then asked me to put stuff on her." "Oh? Girls do that," said his mother. "That's normal, so I guess we should have anticipated that?" "Yeah that I knew, so once she did and I did, well I kind of lost track and the rest is a blur," Admitted Hunter. "Believe me mom, just keeping myself calm down there with her touching me like I never expected took more will power than I even knew I had." "Oh jeez! I bet," sighed his mother, walking over and untying the top of the suit, looking at him. "And you've always tanned well, but you're not burnt, so at least I can't be blamed for this." "Please mom how bad is it?" Hunter bent his chin down, looking at the light triangles on his chest. "I swam, played football and we walked up and down the beach. I know maybe I shouldn't have, but I just forgot I had this on." "Well I guess that's a good thing then really," said his mother. "It means you're adjusting to everything, but just don't forget you're a girl. Especially around Kara." "Yeah, no kidding," groaned Hunter. "But you never answered me. You can fix this right?" "Honey, I get less and less worried about you running off and causing me grief by the second now," joked his mother, softly patting him. "So what's to fix?" "My tan lines, mom," yelled Hunter, throwing up his hands. "How can I go shirtless after this now?" "It's vacation, not some skank place your father would frequent! Girls don't go shirtless on family beaches or any beach I'll be taking you to," said his mother, rolling her eyes. "Now go take a shower, and I wouldn't worry about it since you won't have to worry about tan lines anymore." "But mom," grumbled Hunter. "It's just the first day on the beach, and I already have girl's tan lines." "Yup, you took care of that pretty good already and lucky for you, you've still got a few more bikini's you'll look adorable in," said his mother, ignoring his whining. "Now please get your pretty little bronzed ass in the shower so I can get in there too and it appears you won't be fighting me at all anymore about the other swimsuits we can put you in." Hunter raced into the bathroom and stared at himself with his top hanging down. "I could cry," Hunter said, getting emotional. "I could too. I love you so much and like I've told you, it's ok if you do," said his mother, walking in and kissing his cheek. "Now hurry up so you can get in a cat nap before we get dressed for dinner and I'll rub in some aloe when you come out." "Fine, but you still didn't answer me," said Hunter, tossing up his hands as he looked at her in the reflection behind him. "Well, we'll get you in the tanning salon when we get home, and they can eventually even these things out," said his mother, tapping his butt. "Now stop focusing on it, because at least it's one less thing to worry about until we get home, because guaranteed you'll be back in the sun in a bathing suit again tomorrow, right?"