It wasn't like he'd never seen her in a bikini before. Of course, all those times she'd been ten and no matter how well she filled out the top she was still just a kid.
She wasn't just a kid five years later, and she filled it out even better now.
Brock sighed as he watched May splash and frolic in the ocean with Ash and the girls. She's grown, but so have I. Fifteen and twenty isn't as big a difference as ten and fifteen, but it's still pretty big. It didn't help that she'd been glued to his side quite a bit lately, always wanting to help him in the kitchen or taking care of the pokemon.
She just thinks of me as a big brother, he reminded himself, prying his gaze away from her dripping wet, bikini-clad curves. And as long as she's fifteen she's just another sister to me.
"Brock!" She ran over to the blanket he lay on, drops of water clinging to her and shining like diamonds in the sun. Great, he thought. He forced himself to keep his eyes on her face and her face alone.
"Tired already?" he ventured.
"Hardly," she laughed. "Aren't you going to get in? The water's great!"
"Well...of course, I'd love to, but someone's gotta keep an eye on our stuff! You remember Team Rocket, right?" he stammered.
"Oh, right...well, it doesn't seem fair that you've gotta do it," she said. "Hey, you want me to stay with you? At least then you won't have to do it alone." His eyes fell to her curves once more, and he groaned. She's fifteen.
"Sure," he said. So much for resisting temptation, he thought. Just keep your eyes on her face, buddy, or there's gonna be trouble.
She sat down beside him, began to lean against his shoulder...then blushed brightly as her breast lightly grazed his arm.
"Sorry!" She jerked away, leaving a comfortable distance between them, and Brock blinked.
Could she...?
It didn't matter. Whether or not she had the hots for him like he did for her, she was still fifteen.