The lounge beside him was empty and Alison, cool as a cucumber, lay down next to him and picked up a glossy holiday magazine that someone had left there. Opening it at random she peered over the top at her brother’s muscular physique.
He’s so gorgeous, she thought. Orville was all healthy muscle from his strong shoulders and arms to his tight buttocks so perfectly outlined in his royal blue Speedo’s.
Alison felt her cunt moisten and contract. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve the itch, but the friction just made it worse. Her old nylon swimsuit felt like it was edging up between her cunt lips…
What’s wrong with me? she wondered. I want my brother’s cock so bad… I’ve become such a slut!
Orville must have sensed there was someone there and rolled onto his back.
“Hi little sis,” he said, smiling at her through his dark sunglasses. “This is the life right?”
His smile made her weak. God, he’s so good-looking, she thought. He could be a male model… or a male porn star. His body… his amazing cock..!
She tried not to stare at his muscular chest, six-pack abs, and that big dick… the long fat shlong laying in his swimmers like a polish sausage…
“Sure… I guess… a bit hot though…” she said. She looked away, unable to look at his deep blue eyes and curly black hair.
“Go for a swim and cool off. It’s beautiful in…”
She decided to take his advice. It was hot and sweaty in the hidden passages. Getting to her feet she stood in the space between their pool lounges and, unbuttoning the old Shady Waters work-shirt, dropped it off her shoulders and tossed it onto her lounge. Then she turned and looked at him, waiting for a response, suddenly frightened by how much she wanted him to notice her…
The gorgeous redhead was unsure how her quickly maturing body looked in her old emerald green bikini. She’d had it since she was twelve and it had fitted fine up until a year ago. Now it had become ridiculously tight… maybe too tight…
Orville was staring.
Jeeezus, fuckkkk… keep your shit together Orvy boy, he thought. This is your little sister! Her costume was like a second skin. It only barely covered her so fuckable young body…
Alison watched her brother sit up and swing around on his seat, putting his feet down on the sun-warmed pavers and hunching over. With immense satisfaction she saw he was trying, and failing, to hide his erection.
I’ve caused that, she thought happily.
“What are you looking at?” she said, putting her hands on her waist… cocking her hips…
“N… nothing, nothing… it’s all good…”
“It’s my costume, right? Too old? Too tight?
“It’s fine Ali,” he said, gawping open-mouthed at her beautiful tits so perfectly squeezed into the tight green bikini top. Mom should get her a new bathing costume before someone rapes her…
“I know it’s old but I don’t have anything else… Does it look really bad Orvy?
“You look great. Fuck. Stop thinking about yourself so much…”
Alison’s long shapely legs seemed to go on forever… up to a sexy gap between her full athletic thighs. He noticed her hips were broader now… her body had become so curvaceous… busting out of her little kid swimmers…
Her boobs have grown much bigger, he thought. I’m sure they’re way bigger than a year ago… how have I not noticed?
“What?” she asked, laughing happily at the effect she was having on him.
“N… nothing,” he mumbled. “You look good Ali… really good…”
“Then what is it Orvy? she asked huskily.
“Fuck Ali… you look fine. Don’t make such a big deal. You… you’re growing up is all… I hadn’t noticed…”
His sister had finally let her short red hair grow. It had gone from a short springy prison cut into an enormous red afro that framed her elfin face like some sort of exotic model… or a wealthy heiress…
I remember when she used to hate her hair, he thought. Now he couldn’t tear his eyes away… her high regal forehead, cheekbones sprinkled with freckles. Her large, piercing green eyes stared back at him…
…the brother and sister looked at each other for just that few seconds too long… neither able to tear their eyes away from the other… Alison felt herself blushing. His gaze was making her wet and Orville was fumbling with himself, finally dragging his towel over his crotch to hide his hardon…
“Are… are you going in or not?” he gasped.
She took a step closer and put her hand on his shoulder. “Want to come in with me Orvy?”
“No right now,” he mumbled. “Give me a minute and I’ll be there.”
She knew straight away why he couldn’t stand up. With a giddy little smile on her face, she turned and walked to the edge of the pool, basking happily in her brother’s lusty stare. Standing on the stone copping, looking down at the clear aqua water, she could feel his eyes on her bum.
Orville moaned quietly to himself. His sister’s arse glowed in the sun like the two sections of a perfect peach… and then she was gone, a perfect swan dive that barely disturbed the water.
“Jeeeesusss fuck…” he muttered, squirming uncomfortably. She’s fucking perfect, he thought giddily. When the fuck did this happen?
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Alison swam for a while enjoying the water, cooling her randy young body. When she finally got out and headed back to Orville she found someone was with him.
Even from a distance, there was no mistaking Barbra Etherege. She was standing over her brother with a hand on her hip and wagging a finger at him and, as Alison approached, she caught the end of her hushed tirade.
“…not acceptable,” said the old lady. ” It is required right this minute or you know what will happen. I’m not playing about young man…
Orville saw Alison walking towards them and cut his blackmailer off.
“Hi Ali,” he said loudly. “You remember Mrs Etherege?”
The old lady started.
“Oh hello dear,” she croaked in her deep raspy smoker’s voice. “Of course, I know your sister Orville. How beautiful you’ve become dear.”
“Uhhh… thank you, ma’am,” she said.
The old lady’s eyes were hidden behind big round sunglasses so Alison couldn’t see her envious gaze taking in her slim athletic frame and firm young breasts.
The buxom old woman was wearing an orange muumuu dress covered with big blue and black flowers. Her gigantic cleavage advanced in front of her by twelve or more inches and her buttocks followed behind by a similar amount… like the caboose of a train. Dyed auburn hair fell long over her shoulders in a style that Alison thought was much too young for her.
Two more different women do not exist.
“I need to borrow your brother for a little while. Isn’t that right Orville?”
“Ummm… yes Ali,” he began. “Mrs Etherege needs… needs some… ummm…”
“…some help with getting some boxes down from up in my wardrobe. Isn’t that right Orville dear?”
“Yes… yes… that’s it,” he sighed. Alison could hear the lie in his voice as plain a day. “I’ll be back soon… won’t I Mrs Etherege?”
The old lady looked Alison up and down quite rudely.
“Could be an hour dear,” she said, her red lips pursed self-importantly. “Maybe two. I have a lot of ‘work’ to do.”
The fat old woman put a possessive hand on Orville’s shoulder. Hot jealousy rose up acid in Alison’s mouth and she could have screamed at the nasty old bitch… but the look on her handsome brother’s face stopped her.
“Yes ma’am,” she sighed.
Alison watched Orville and his beautiful big cock leave with the victorious Barbra Etherege, leading him by the hand past all the gawking spectators like he was her slave… which I suppose he is, she thought sadly.
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ALISON AND LUCINDA AND…
Laying down on Orville’s vacated pool lounge she tried to relax but her cunt was aching for attention. Stretching out luxuriously in the sun our gorgeous young heroine considered her masturbation options.
She could obviously go back to her bedroom… the handle of her hairbrush was a pretty good dildo… though Mr Carter’s cock had spoilt her anything slimmer than a baseball bat. Maybe I could get off on one of the pool jets? That’d be really hot…
She was quietly considering the logistics of how she could best have an orgasm in front of all these people when someone spoke to her.
Alison opened her eyes to see a goddess standing over her.
“Huh?” she asked stupidly. “Did you say something?”
Lucinda Krutze had seen that spellbound look on just about every person she’d ever met. It wasn’t surprising that this young girl was similarly dazed.
“I was asking, is this lounge taken?” she asked, favoring the teen with a sultry smirk.
“Huh?” she said again, gawping at the stunning creature who was spreading her towel next to her. “What… sorry… I don’t… ”
“Don’t you worry none beautiful,” said Lucinda sarcastically. “I’ll just lay down while you’all find your brain…”
Alison watched the stunningly beautiful woman as she threw a big tasseled beach towel over the sun lounge beside her and lay down on her back, arms by her side, one knee slightly raised, and large round dark sunglasses…
…just like the ones Mrs Etherege was wearing, thought Alison. How different they look…
Of course, Alison recognized the gorgeous blonde model from level three. It was the stunning creature that let Mr Carter fuck her every week instead of paying rent. Like Alison, the beautiful woman was wearing a bikini, a simple black brief and bra set that looked incredible on her perfect, 36-24-36, hourglass figure.
The horny teenager found herself studying the other woman’s prone figure. She was a classic blonde bombshell with high cheekbones, a firm chin, and pouty lips. Her long blonde hair was in thick pigtails, tied up with two white scrunchies and braided.