I waited and waited as the bubbles continued, starting to get worried about why her response would need to be so lengthy. Hopefully she wasn’t going to ruin this for me and give me a laundry list of chores she wanted done while I was home. Finally, the notification came through for a new message from Danielle.
“That’s awesome Adam! You deserve the time off. I hate to do this to you…” I knew it; here it comes!… “…but my sister Brit asked if she could come stay with us for a few days because she has a friend that’s getting married in town.”
Oh – that I wasn’t expecting. Danielle’s sister Brittany was by far her most attractive sister. She had quite a few sisters – each a little crazier than the next, but Brittany was gorgeous. She was a petite little thing with a huge rack – very disproportionate from the rest of her body. Had you not known her, you would swear that they had to be fake; but they weren’t. Brittany was about 6 years younger than Danielle and when we were newlyweds with just a couple small babies, Brit lived with us for a couple years after she graduated high school and was getting her feet underneath her. I was happy to have her stay with us – mainly because she often walked around our small home in a little t-shirt and booty shorts; both of which were very generous to her round, supple figure. There was still enough left to the imagination so it was always a treat to watch her go back and forth through the house, doing simple chores like laundry, without the realization that her tiny figure and voluptuis breasts were more than keeping me entertained. After the fleeting memory had completed, I responded to my wifes text.
“When is she coming to stay?”
“She wants to come down tomorrow and stay through Sunday. Is that okay? I am so sorry to spring this on you last minute! And especially since you have Thursday and Friday off. I can let her know it’s not going to work and see if she can find someone else to stay with.”
No! I thought. “Nah, that’s okay. I just plan on hanging around the house anyway, she won’t be a bother” I quickly responded. Too quickly? Well, it was too late now to take it back. I’d just have to hope I wasn’t being too transparent. It wasn’t exactly a secret to my wife that I found Britrany attractive. It’s not like anything was going to happen anyway – it’s just a nice thought to have her hanging around for me to look at while trying to enjoy some much earned time off. Danielle responded with “awesome – thanks! You’re the best!” and that was the end of it. Hmmm…these couple days off may turn out to be even better than I thought…
The next day came and Brittany arrived late in the evening. It had been months since we had seen her and when she arrived, we said all our hello’s and hung out and visited for a bit. It was already pretty late and I had to get up early for work so I headed off to bed while the girls continued to chat. They were just in the other room so even after I crawled into bed, I could hear light muttering and an occasional chuckle from them both. It was music to my ears, to be honest. Two of the cutest girls I knew, sitting right in the next room, chatting away. As I drifted off to the soft sounds of their murmurs, my thoughts headed back to the days when we were younger and more carefree.
My dream started out innocent enough. Danielle and I were sitting on the couch with Brittany and one of their other sisters Carla. Carla was another younger, very good-looking sister. We were chatting and laughing and pretty soon, Danielle left the room for some reason or another. I was left in the room, alone, with Brit and Carla and right away they both started flirting with me. It started with a casual, innocent hand on the thigh or a light touch on the shoulder.
It quickly morphed into Brit sitting in front of me on the floor and asking if I would rub her shoulders. I obliged and started caressing her tiny shoulders, slowly moving down her arms and even the front of her chest. She didn’t seem to mind at all – in fact, I could see a slight smile on her face and her eyes close as I worked my way down the front of her chest. Carla, sitting precariously close to me, started caressing my thigh and worked her hand closer and closer to my crotch and inside my thighs. Pretty soon my hands were no longer on Brit’s shoulders but were down the front of her shirt, under her bra, squeezing and massaging her huge, soft, warm breasts.
Carla had her hand firmly planted in my crotch and was aggressively rubbing my penis though my shorts, very obviously feeling my huge erection. I could feel it throb as she grabbed it and rubbed it and as I continued fondling Brit’s breasts, I felt myself getting close to climax. I squeezed and squeezed her breasts as my crotch was rubbed and rubbed and then woke up in a lurch. I ejaculated all over my boxers and felt my penis throb and pulse as it ejected the warm, sticky liquid. I was panting slightly and looked over to see if I had woken Danielle. She was still fast asleep, lightly snoring, oblivious to the events that had just transpired in my dream (and my pants).
The next morning I woke and went to work, anxious to get through the day and start my long “vacation”. Work went by uneventfully and soon I found myself back at home. Brit and Danielle were on the couch when I arrived home. Danielle got up and greeted me with a kiss and informed me that she would have to go into the office on Thursday so it would be just me and Brit to “hold down the fort”. I immediately started fantasizing about time alone with Brit and all the naughty things I could do to her while Danielle was away. Suddenly I felt embarrassed to be having those thoughts with Danielle just feet away from me. No matter – it all was going to stay in my head anyway. It’s not like I was brave enough to actually try anything like what was going on in my head.
Morning came and Danielle headed off to work. I stayed in bed for a bit, scrolling through my phone, until I finally got up around 11 and headed downstairs to find something to eat. Brit was in the kitchen making some scrambled eggs.
“Morning Adam. Want some?”, she asked, as I entered the room.
“Sure, that’d be great!” I replied.
“I was thinking about taking a dip in the pool, if that’s okay. It’s supposed to be super nice out and I thought maybe I’d try to get a little sun and tan before my friend’s wedding this weekend. It’ll help me look better in my dress,” she finished, with a wink in my direction. I melted at her slight grin and told her that the pool might be a little chilly but she was welcome to swim if she wanted. “You should join me! If you want, that is.” I shrugged my shoulders and started thinking about whether or not I wanted to traverse the idea of getting half-naked in the pool with this gorgeous woman with no one around to make sure we minded our manners. Again, I quickly pushed the thought aside and went on eating my breakfast.
After cleaning up the kitchen Brit had retreated upstairs to put on her bathing suit. She came back downstairs wearing a super tiny bikini that somehow made her gigantic breasts look even larger. I couldn’t help but stare as she walked past and she seemed oblivious, though I don’t know how. She had her towel draped over her shoulder and as she walked out the back door, she turned around.
“It would sure be nice to have some company.”
I gave her a slight nod, my mind swirling and not completely able to comprehend what I was seeing and hearing. “Sure, I’ll be right out.” After she closed the door, I bolted upstairs and threw off my clothes, searching desperately for my swim trunks. It was early in the swim season so I hadn’t used them yet and didn’t know where Danielle had put them after she washed them last. I found them at last and put them on but stopped short – there was no way I could go out back like this. I was already starting to get an erection and I wasn’t sure there was any way I could tamp it down or make it less obvious. I was pretty well endowed and when I was hard, just about anyone could tell, no matter what I was wearing or how hard I tried to hide it.
“Maybe I’ll go in the bathroom and rub one out real quick so things will calm down,” I thought. I went into the bathroom and pulled down my shorts and grabbed my penis. I started rubbing it as it started getting harder and harder. Just then, I realized that we had a camera overlooking the pool in the backyard. It was installed right after we had the pool build so we could keep an eye on the kids as they were swimming. I pulled up the camera app on my phone and started the video over the pool. As the video came up, I could see Brit had already been in the pool and was pulling herself out over the side. I could see the water dripping off of her hair and running down her chest – that beautiful, perky, voluptuous chest.
My dick got even harder as I continued to rub and grab it. She then laid herself on one of the lounge chairs, face down, and undid her bikini top. I almost couldn’t stand it. I imagined myself laying underneath her on the lounge chair. She was sitting on top of me, straddling my waist, taking off her bikini top. As she undid the tie, it fell loose and her breasts spilled out, almost smacking me in the face. I leaned into her and put my mouth around her nipple and started sucking. All this time I was watching her on the camera as she lay there taking in the sun. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and a text notification appeared – it was Danielle. Though I was precariously close to cumming, I was instantly taken out of the moment as I read the message from my wife.