“No guarantees that nobody got preggers,” April said. “Did you see those two over by the tree?”
“That’s why I don’t let people inside the house,” Ella said.
“Didn’t stop them,” Marnie said. “Or me.”
There was a surprised giggle from the others.
“What?”
“Yeah, dunno her name, but she wanted to feel these beauties.”
My cock twitched. It was another girl?
“Oh wow,” April breathed. “Does that mean, you’re, what? A lesbian?”
“God no,” Marnie scoffed. “I am all about the D. But if a girl wants a nibble, who am I to say no?”
“They are very nice boobs,” April said. “Not like mine.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Marnie said. “These feel pretty good too.” There was a squeal from the others and they all laughed. Marnie must have gotten a handful of April’s smaller but beautifully shaped breasts.
“Fuck this,” I muttered, and turned off my light so that I could slide the curtains aside and see what was going on. My hand was wrapped around my shaft by now. It had been a slow year.
On the trampoline, Marnie hadn’t removed her hand from April’s chest. It wasn’t easy to see in the dim light from the spotlight shining into the yard, but April wasn’t complaining and had raised her own hand to undo a couple more buttons on Marnie’s dress.
“How about we have a look then?” she asked. “Get the others to vote?” Her fingers paused on the last button. My cock throbbed in my fist. Marnie squeezed April’s breast and then nodded.
“Sure, let’s do it.”
“What?” Ella asked, but Catherine was already nodding.
“OK,” said Marnie, sliding her hand under April’s crop top and lifting the material. “We’ll have to get all this clothing out of the way.”
“We’re in the back yard!’ Ella hissed.
“Everyone’s asleep,” Marnie said, motioning for April to lose the top. April gave a nervous look around and then shrugged and pulled the top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“You have nothing to complain about,” Catherine said to April. “You neither, Marnie,” she said, looking down at Marnie who was on her back on the trampoline, her breasts free and proud. I moaned with desire. Marnie’s breasts were twice the size of April’s, but both were round, with dark nipples sticking out in the night breeze. Marnie was gently tweezing April’s nipple between her fingers and cupping the breast.
“You need to feel these,” she said to Catherine and Ella. “It’s not a proper competition otherwise.”
“Yup,” April said. “Three tests: touch, sight and taste.”
“Are we forgoing the motorboat test?” Marnie asked.
“The motorboat test?” Ella asked, still looking around nervously. She needn’t have worried. Apart from her pervert brother, the rest of the family were up in Echuca for the weekend.
“The motorboat test,” Marnie repeated, and pulled a laughing April down on top of her, pressing her face between April’s breasts and going brm-brm-BRM-BRM-brm-mmm-mmm-mmm. April shrieked and tried half-heartedly to pull free. Marnie finally let her go after giving each nipple a solid lick.
“April’s winning for me,” she said. April was flushed with arousal and casually flicked her own nipples, rubbing Marnie’s saliva over her fingers.
“I feel like a winner,” she said. “But don’t we need to return the favour?” With that, she leaned over and took Marnie’s nipple in her mouth, sucking gently. Marnie moaned and arched her back, one hand running down over her thigh. She was lying in such a way to show me clearly that there was nothing under that dress.
I’ll admit, that was too much for me. I came hard, spraying against the wall of the caravan. But I knew I wasn’t even close to being done, and neither were they.
Marnie was looking over at Ella and Catherine. “Impartial observer’s time.” She cupped her breasts. “Ella?”
Ella took a hesitant step forward. She reached out her hand. I hesitated. But figured I was really looking at Marnie, and could look away if they started to get Ella’s breasts out. My sister’s hand brushed over Marnie’s curves and she gave a gentle squeeze. April hopped off the trampoline and moved in beside Ella.
“Mine too,” she said. “Test them together.”
And then I was watching my sister with a hand on two different women’s breasts, cupping them and squeezing them. She was deep in thought, sliding her thumbs over the nipples. Her test subjects wriggled, enjoying the touch. Grinning, Ella moved to the other breast of each girl.
“Got to be thorough.” She tweaked each of them. April had her hand on Ella’s hip and was gently stroking her side. Marnie was stroking her own thighs, giving me a great view between her legs.
“I’m feeling left out,” Catherine said. She hopped up so that she was sitting on the trampoline and took Marnie’s free boob in her hand. “Oh. Oh wow.” And just like that, I was hard again.
April pulled Ella’s mouth down to her breast.
“Taste test time.” Ella took her hand away from Marnie and concentrated on sucking on April’s nipples, her hands roaming over April’s bare back and down to that incredible ass.
Catherine took Ella’s place, falling back onto the trampoline and bouncing a couple of times before rolling over to cuddle Marnie and kiss her way from Marnie’s neck down to her breasts.
And I watched it all, stroking furiously, wondering at the sexy women exploring each other, maybe for the first time, out on my trampoline in the middle of the night.
The final result came in with April winning the taste test (“They taste like strawberries!”) and Marnie taking out the touch test (“I could play with them all day!”). But the visual element came out a draw, and they agreed that all breasts were good breasts.
“Now onto to the pussy taste test,” Marnie said, slowly spreading her legs. The other girls giggled, but none of them felt that adventurous, and Ella suggested that they should head inside and make up the beds.
They hopped up slowly, and headed in. Marnie was the last one left. I clearly heard her sigh with disappointment, and slid a finger between her lips, stroking gently up and down a couple of times. I was so entranced, I didn’t realise for a moment that the entire time she was doing this, she was looking straight at the caravan window and the dark patch that was me looking out at her.
I jerked, meeting her gaze and came again, leaving another spray on the caravan wall. Marnie either saw the movement or guessed, because her smile was wicked as she scooted forward off the tramp and walked to the house, barefoot, breasts free in the night, peeking back at the caravan and blowing me a kiss as she entered the house.
***
I slept well that night, exhausted from my voyeuristic ministrations. I slept late, and the girls did too, as I was the first one in the kitchen. I was wearing my boxers and a Hawaiian shirt open due to the already scorching heat of summer. Our house wasn’t airconditioned, but the cooler built into the wall still made inside more bearable than my caravan.
“Morning!” came a sleepy yawn from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Catherine as she came through the door. She was wearing a long t-shirt and as she moved, I couldn’t see any lines from bra or panties. So maybe just the shirt.