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  Angela quickly finished in there and went out the back to find her sister still sunbathing. She tossed her dress and dived into the pool, the water dousing the flames inside of her and cooling her skin. She felt herself and found that she was wet between the legs. Did they always talk about her like that – tell each other how they wanted to have sex with her?

  Her sister dived in and surfaced beside her. “Stan and Mark both kissed me, Angie.”

  “I know. I was watching from up there.” Angela indicated the window right above the pool. “And old Mr. Peters was watching too. He saw you putting your top back on. He would have seen your boobs.”

  “He did not!”

  “Yes, he did. He was right there looking over the fence.”

  “I didn’t see him!”

  Angela chuckled. “Well, he certainly saw you!”

  “The old pervert.” Tanya giggled. “Although I’ve seen him undressed too, so I guess….”

  “I know…. I checked out the videos. Oh, my gosh – I can’t believe Uncle did that.”

  “I think it’s hot,” Tanya said. “It’s awesome.”

  “Yeah, I guess…. I know I couldn’t stop watching.”

  Tanya lay back, resting her head beside Angela’s on the edge of the pool. “I think it’s cool that they do exciting stuff at their age. I thought they were too old for any sex let alone kinky stuff like that.”

  “Huh…. Even Mr. Peters isn’t too old – did you notice?” Angela scoffed.

  “I know. And he’s got a huge dick! It’s a frigging monster. I don’t know how Vera takes it all like that.”

  Angela turned serious. “Hmm – speaking of dicks – you know, you don’t HAVE to do it with any of these guys, Tan? I mean, just because they wanted to have a sex party this weekend doesn’t mean we have to give them one.”

  Tanya took a moment to respond. “I know…. It’s exciting, though, isn’t it? Having a bunch of hot guys trying to get with you…. Especially with just you and me here. I’m glad they didn’t call Mia and that.”

  “Yeah, but there’s four of them and only the two of us,” Angela pointed out. “A bit outnumbered, aren’t we?”

  “We?” Tanya grinned. “Which two do you want?”

  Angela blushed, and smiled. “Tart!”

  “Well, it’s not fair if I have to have three and you only have to do it with Jack.”

  “But you don’t HAVE to!” Angela cried. “What did I just say?”

  “I know. I’m just teasing, Ang. I know I don’t HAVE to. Of course I don’t, and they know that too. They’re all nice guys.”

  “I know they are,” Angela agreed. “I wouldn’t have them here if they weren’t.”

  Tanya spoke again after a short period of silence. “I want to at least let Stan, and maybe Mark.”

  Angela felt her face heating in spite of the cool water.

  “Do you mean both of them together?”

  “Um…. I don’t know about together.”

  “Hmm…. Well, it’s different for me, anyway,” Angela said, thinking as she spoke. “Aside from being engaged to be married, I went to school with these guys. We’ve been hanging around together for years on and off…. I don’t know how I would feel about letting them have sex with me.”

  “Hmm – I guess,” Tanya agreed. “Yeah, that would be different.”

  “Or letting one of them watch while another of them is screwing me! Like, having turns watching and doing it…. That would be like Uncle Kinky and his camera,” Angela giggled. “They’d probably want to film themselves having turns.”

  “Mmm – that would actually be hot,” Tanya moaned.

  “Tanya! You little tart!”

  “I know, but it’s different for me too, being here with you and your friends. I’ve been dreaming about these guys for years and never been old enough to get with any of them…. I wouldn’t care if they wanted to film me. I even want to try that myself and do a webcam strip.”

  “Huh! Don’t let Dad see it.”

  “I know. Shit. That’s what scares me about doing it…. Or if anyone from college saw.”

  There was a sound from behind the fence. The girls looked at each other, grinning.

  “Is that him?” Tanya whispered.

  Angela nodded excitedly. “I think so.”

  Suddenly Tanya grabbed Angela’s bikini top. She had the string pulled over her head, and she lunged away, pulling it from her completely. Angela squealed and covered her breasts with her arm, instinctively sinking low in the water while her sister climbed out of the pool twirling her top around teasingly. She threw it onto Angela’s dress, which was on a chair near the back door of the house. “I’m first in the shower,” Tanya called back cheekily and went inside.

  Mr. Peters was whistling. Then he stopped. Angela waited. She knew he was still there. It was a paling fence, and she could see him through the cracks. Her heart was thumping, her cheeks on fire. She waited several minutes, then she lifted slightly until her breasts were exposed above the level of the water. She was facing the fence but turned her head away, letting Mr. Peters look at her. She raked her hair back, gathering it and wringing it out, standing fully and remaining facing the fence. She suddenly felt calm, or at ease at least – her heart was still thumping, but she was more excited than nervous.

  Mr. Peters stepped up onto something and looked over the top of the fence. “Hello there, Angela,” he said, smiling broadly. “I noticed Rex has been trying to dig under the fence down the back…. It’s Missy – I think she might be on heat. He wants to talk to her about that, I suspect.”

  “Oh!” Angela blushed. She had covered her breasts with her arm again.

  Mr. Peters looked down at her chest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to….”

  Angela nodded. “Um…. What should I do – about Missy?” She felt a wave of excitement gush over her as she lowered her arm.

  The old man’s eyes flashed down and up quickly. He cleared his throat. “Err…. Nothing to do – I’ll just keep Rex on his chain for a few days?”

  Angela’s breasts were pure white, a distinct triangle of milky skin against her golden tan. Her dark nipples were of course tight from the cool water.

  “I’ll just – um….” She motioned to her clothing and waded from the pool to get her top. She had her back to the old neighbour at that point, but as she undid the knots in her bikini top she turned a little so he could see her breasts again. The knots had been pulled tight. The stitching was stretched and one string was almost broken. If she put the dress on it would stick to her wet skin. There was a towel on the clothes line, so she hurriedly got that and wrapped it around herself.

  “I’m so sorry to disturb,” Mr. Peters offered sincerely.

  “No, that’s fine,” Angela blushed as she approached the fence again. “We were being silly, and my sister pulled my top off. It’s our own fault, Mr. Peters.”

  He grinned. “Good…. I wasn’t exactly sorry, truth be told.”

  Angela kept the edge of the towel in place above her breasts while dabbing at her wet hair with the other edge. She knew Mr. Peters quite well, or at least thought she had done. He was always chatty – this time going on about car theft in the neighbourhood and the rising council taxes.

  “Okay – so, we’ll also keep Missy chained up today and tomorrow, and we’ll see after that?”

  “Thanks, love. Enjoy your party, and don’t worry about noise if you have loud music. I was young once too. You just have fun.”

  “Okay. Thanks, Mr. Peters.”

  Angela put Missy on her chain and filled her water bowl. She tidied up around the pool and checked her bikini top again. She could probably fix it with a needle and thread. She had another in her bag that would do for the weekend.

  Mr. Peters was sitting on his back deck. His chair was facing where Angela was standing. She could feel him looking at her. Her blush fired up at thought of what she was about to do. She couldn’t imagine why, but she undid her towel and dropped it on
the chair. Her dress was inside-out, so she had to fix it before putting it on. She lifted her head and met Mr. Peters’ eyes over the top of his sunglasses. She looked down at herself then back up at him. With her hands at her waist, she waited while he had a good long stare at her naked breasts. She glanced down at them then met his gaze again.

  “Nice,” he said. “I’d better keep a watch out over the weekend if you girls are going to be bathing topless.”

  “Okay,” Angela said, smiling through her blush. Then with a flash of cheek and courage she added, “But no filming us, Mr. Peters.”

  His eyes widened. “I see. You’ve been snooping, have you?”

  Angela pulled her dress on and ran inside, tossing a smile back over her shoulder as her only response.

  Jack caught her in the kitchen and kissed her. “Come upstairs?” she asked him suggestively.

  “Now?”

  “Yeah – right now, unless you don’t want me.”

  “Oh, I want you, baby. Come on!”

  She led her fiancé up to the main bedroom and closed the door. He pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her pants off. He only had on shorts and a t-shirt. His penis was hard as he stripped the shorts and pulled the shirt over his head.

  Jack had a nice body. He was kind of average in every way – height, weight, penis size. He never offered any foreplay, but Angela didn’t need it this time, anyway. He stretched her dress up over her breasts and sucked on one, then lay over her, and she reached between and guided him into her already wet opening.

  He fucked her slow for a while. She stared at the ceiling thinking about the videos with Mr. Peters mounting Vera doggy style. Jack’s thrusts became more forceful and urgent. Angela closed her eyes and allowed her orgasm to build and quickly reach its peak, thumping through her belly as Jack ground into her one last time and ejaculated.

  He rolled off puffing. “Fuck, that’s hot without a rubber,” he said. They had only just stopped using them that month. He gave Angela a kiss. “I have to catch the end of the game, okay?”

  He was actually asking, which was kind of cute. Angela shooed him away. “Go on, then!”

  He kissed her again and hurriedly pulled on his shorts. He took his shirt with him. Rushing out the door, and with it wide open, Stan strolled past also with his shirt in hand. He looked in at Angela still with her dress up above her waist. She had her legs closed and bent to the side, and she quickly tugged her dress down.

  Stan paused mid-stride, craning his neck and grinning. Then he strolled on.

  Angela went along the landing to the room her sister was using. Tanya was fixing her bikini top. She was sitting on the bed with nothing else on. Her pants were on the floor. There was a condom next to them but it was empty.

  “Is that from…?”

  “Yeah, don’t worry. He used it. He just took it off at the end and finished in my mouth,” Tanya explained. “Yuk – salty!”

  “And just him this time? What about Mark?”

  “No, it was just Stan.” She picked up her pants and untangled them. “I don’t know why I even bother with these. They keep taking them off me.”

  “Yes, well, they ARE in the way of what they want,” Angela said, flopping back on the bed.

  Tanya giggled, fixing the crotch of her little yellow bikini pants into place. “Wes and Stan have certainly wanted what’s under here so far…. They wanted to put their big stiffys in here.”

  Angela joined in giggling with her sister. Tanya flopped on the bed beside her.

  “I can’t believe you’ve done it with two different guys, Tan. You know they’re probably talking about you right now down there.”

  It took Tanya a moment to respond. She answered without the giggly edge her voice usually had when talking about boys. “I actually feel that,” she said. “I feel like I’ve been conquered by two of them so far – like I was hunted, captured, and um – screwed…. And then once they were satisfied, I got left lying here with no pants on.”

  Angela took that in. “Yeah – me too,” she agreed. “That’s pretty much how it happened with me and Jack just now, except it was my idea.”

  “Yeah – I’m not complaining,” Tanya added, rolling onto her side and fiddling with Angela’s gold leaf pendant. “I know they just want to use me, but I don’t mind that. At least they’re up front about it…. I feel like I should be down there getting them beers while they watch their stupid game.”

  “Yeah, we could wear little frilly aprons and go topless,” Angela added, giggling again. “They’d love that.”

  “Where IS your top?” her sister asked, eyebrows lifting. “I can see your boobs through your dress.”

  “You broke my top. Bitch! You tore the stitching when you pulled it off me and left me there for old Mr. Peters to ogle…. And he DID ogle me! He got an eye-full sitting there on his back deck. He said he’s going to be watching all weekend for us to go topless again.”

  “Awesome! He’s sexy for an old dude. I’ll show him mine,” Tanya declared.

  “Yeah – me too. That was fun. It’s why I had to drag Jack up here – because it made me so horny.”

  “See – you’re a tart too.” Tanya grinned. “I knew you were, big sister.”

  “No! Flashing is not the same as actually doing it with two different guys! You’re the only tart in the room, little sister.”

  Angela had Tanya rolling around on the bed squealing and laughing while she tickled her ribs. She felt a trickle down her thigh, though, and had to stop. She stood and cupped her sticky vulva. “Uh oh….”

  “What? Not that?” Tanya asked. “I’ve got tampons if you….”

  “No, it’s not that. It’s just from Paul. Too short and always messy,” she explained, shrugging. “It’s dripping.”

  “Well, where are YOUR pants? Picking on me for not having any and you’re buck naked under your boob dress.”

  “I know. I think they’re in the bed somewhere…. Come on, get your stuff, anyway. There’s not enough rooms, so you can stay with me.”

  Tanya pouted.

  “No! I’m not leaving you alone all night with these guys. No way!”

  Tanya collected her things and followed into the main bedroom. It had an en-suite bathroom where Angela got a washcloth and wiped her legs and dabbed her sticky vulva clean. Tanya was watching. “That’s what I want too…. I’ve never had a guy cum inside me. Never unprotected…. I don’t even know what it feels like.”

  “It feels very wet at first and then very sticky later…. It’s much more fun for the guys leaving us full of their goo than it is for us having to get around with wet pants or trickles down our legs,” Angela explained. “But if you want to try it, go on the pill…. I’m not taking you home to Mum and Dad pregnant. They’d kill me first and then send you to the nuns or something. You know what Dad’s like.”

  “Yeah – I guess,” Tanya sulked.

  “There, all fixed,” Angela said, tugging her dress back down. “It’s only that Jack’s thingy is so short and thick. I always end up dripping afterward. I hope the rest stays in there.” She checked herself in the mirror, turning side to side. Her nipples were quite visible through the tight-fitting stretch cotton fabric. “Oops – this is rather see-through, isn’t it?”

  “It looks good. You’ve got nice boobs, though. Mine are mosquito bites.”

  “Oh, they are not! They’re exactly the same as mine were when I was your age.”

  “Hmm – I guess.” Tanya was checking in the mirror too. “So, I’ll have ones like them in five years, do you think?”

  “I think so. We’re the same shape. You’ve always been the same as me five years younger. I’ve noticed that all the time we’ve been growing up. Look, we’re the same height now, and I stopped growing taller when I was seventeen.”

  “Yeah – me too. I didn’t get taller last year or this year. But my boobs stopped growing too.”

  Angela cuddled her sister from behind. “Don’t worry. They’ll soon start grow
ing again. And these guys don’t care, anyway. I’ve heard them talking. They love mosquito bite boobs!”

  Tanya smiled, blushing a little. “Wes and Stan both pulled my top up while they were screwing me. They both wanted to see them.”

  Angela blushed too. “Hmm…. I still can’t get my head around two different guys. You’re braver than me.”

  “What do you mean – braver?”

  Angela shrugged. “Just that it’s a sexy idea, but I wouldn’t be game to try it.”

  “Why not? It would be awesome if you did too.”

  Angela just blushed deeper. “Hmm…. I might let them look a little bit. Like, with no top under this. And maybe in the pool again later – topless! But only if you do it with me.”

  “Um….” Tanya looked down at her boobs again. “See, that’s where you’re braver than me. They tried to take my top off before, but I chickened out because I’ve got nothing to show.”

  “Yes you do! You’ve got some boob under there, and you’ve got pretty nipples. They’re the same as mine too.”

  “Yeah, I know. I like my nipples.”

  “See….” Angela gathered her sisters long blond hair. “You’ve got plenty to show, Tan…. Not that you need to show anything to these guys. But you shouldn’t be embarrassed to be less than fully developed yet. That’s perfectly normal and natural, and you’ve got a hot body!”

  Tanya smiled through her blush. “Do you want to check some more of Uncle’s film clips?”

  Angela giggled. “Okay! But not the ones with Uncle in them. No thanks!”

  “No – just the ones with Mr. donkey dick and Vera! It must be a trick. She can’t possibly fit that whole thing in her.”

  The girls snuck along the landing toward the study, which was past the top of the stairs. The four guys were all sprawled over the lounge and chairs with feet up and eyes glued to the TV screen.

  “They’re like big trolls,” Tanya whispered when they had snuck past. “If you try to cross their bridge, one of them will drag you away and screw you.”

  “Yes, it’s like that, isn’t it,” Angela agreed, peering from the edge of the wall with hot tingles rushing through her at the thought of being taken by one of the other three.