"Y-yeah..." You stammer, a blush spreading across your cheeks as Brock begins fondling your breasts through your bikini top. Part of you wants to protest, but another part is enjoying the attention... and for once, it doesn't feel like it's out of pity.

"Brock..." You whisper, feeling a strange mixture of desire and confusion coursing through you.

You moan softly as Brock continues to touch you, his rough hands sending tingles down your spine. He's not gentle, but it feels good in a twisted sort of way... like he's claiming you as his own. You feel yourself growing wet between your legs, and part of you wonders what else he might do to you.

Without warning, Brock pulls your bikini top off over your head, revealing your perky breasts to the world.