Oh Shit was right. Between Kate's talk and the memory of Penny masturbating with the plastic vibrating bullet -
Broing!
Kate stood and Penny stepped into the pool enclosure. "Hi, Uncle Dan." Her voice was neutral. She was wearing her swimsuit.
Kate: "Penny, why don't you rub Uncle Dan's shoulders for him? He's laying like they ache."
"Okay." Neutral.
"Want anything from the house, Dan?"
A rescue would have been nice, I thought. "Uh, no thanks."
"Okay. I'm going for a walk up to the farmer's market. See you later."
"Uh-huh."
Penny came up on my blind side, sat on the edge of the chaise and began kneading my shoulders. She was actually pretty good.
"Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, muffin?"
"Uh, about this morning, when I walked in on you…"
"Our secret."
She bent and kissed the back of my neck.
"Is it yours or Dolores's?"
She hesitated in her massage, then resumed. "Hers."
"How long have you been using it?"
"About a year. It's her third one; she wore the other two out, I guess." A giggle.
"Do you use it much?"
"I don't get much chance." Her hands were moving lower on my back. "I watched her using it once and it looked like a lot of fun, so I tried it and liked it."
"Put it inside?"
"Um-hm." Her answer confirmed that she was unaware I'd seen her masturbating.
"It hurt the first time," I said, keeping my tone even.
"And how! I was afraid I'd ruptured something, but it stopped bleeding pretty fast and was only sore for a day or two. I went and got books and read up and realized what I'd done. I tried it again and it didn't hurt at all. Want me to do your legs?"
"Sure, please. You're doing a great job." Of making me crazy.
She began doing my calves, smoothly and expertly. "I really like it. I can't wait to try the real thing." She started working on my thighs. "I imagine I'm with my favorite man in the whole world – next to Dad, I mean – and he's kissing me and inside me and…oooo." I could feel her shiver. "That's what I was imagining this morning."
Her hands were awfully high on my thighs.
"And then, when I was going into the bathroom to clean off my toy, there he was – the man I fantasize about!" she whispered – and reached up the leg of my swim-trunks to grab my achingly hard cock.
"Penny!"
She was squeezing and jerking my dick.
"I want to make you ejaculate," she breathed. I couldn't move. I felt her lips on my back as my nuts tightened. She kept jerking. "I want to see it!" In about thirty seconds, she was going to get her wish – all over her little hand and wrist. I thought fast.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!"
She withdrew her hand as if she'd been scalded. I turned over and saw the horror on her face. "I'm sorry, Uncle Dan! Please! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
I sat up, the front of my trunks bulging menacingly. Penny was wearing her swimsuit. Her nipples were rigid and the crotch of the suit was dark and wet.
"I'm really sorry! Please tell me how to do it right!"
"Penny – " I took her shoulders in my hands. "Penny, I lied – you didn't hurt me. You were doing it exactly right. But I don't want you to do that with me."
"But – why? Don't you like me?"
"I love you, muffin, but if we start doing that stuff, well – we could never be the same together. Every time we saw each other, that's all we'd be thinking about. Not star-gazing, or hares, or bad jokes, or Scrabble – just sex. I can get sex from anyone; that other stuff is special for you and me and I don't want to trade it."
Which, I thought, sounded pretty good coming from a middle-aged guy with a ten-inch boner talking to a 11-year-old nymphet who was begging to get his rocks off.
She looked very somber – and very sexy and aroused, too. After a couple of seconds she nodded slowly. "I understand…I think. I love you, too, you know."
"I know."
She launched herself at me and gave me a big, friendly hug – which left me with an armful of lithe, aroused girl. After a moment, she pulled back and said, "Something has come between us."
"Huh?"
She rocked a little bit in my lap, rubbing her Tricot-covered cunny on the wooden soldier that had come between us. I felt my face warm.
"Up."
She climbed out of my lap carefully. "Gee, you're going to have blue balls now, aren't you? I'm sorry."
Not as sorry as I was. "Muffin, I had blue balls anyhow, what with your sister flirting and Irene running around half-dressed."
"Can I watch you masturbate now?"
"You can watch me swim." I stood.
"Does it help?"
"Not enough." I turned and hurled myself into the pool, making a splash that drenched her.
"Oh, you – you – you butt-head!" She yelled – and then shrieked and dove in after me. I let her almost catch me a couple of times, then looked up as Bonita and Irene approached.
"Come on in!" Penny yelled. "Help me catch him!"
Irene and Bonita smiled and shook their heads. They were still flushed from their morning run and panting for breath. Both were coated with a fine gleam of perspiration, which was now soaking their running shirts nicely against their heaving breasts. Both wore jogging bras, of course.
"Come on!" Penny yelled, half-wading, half-swimming from the shallow end toward me.
"Let us get our suits, shrimp," Bonita managed to gasp.
"You – poopheads!" Penny shouted and turned to splash them. Pretty good shot, too. She inspired me.
"Yeah, come on, you poopheads!" I taunted and added my splashing to hers. They were pretty well soaked now.
"What're you doing?" Irene demanded.
Bonita finished peeling off her shirt, then shrugged out of her shorts. "I don't want to be a poophead," she said. "Let's you and me avenge ourselves upon them."
Irene was already following suit, or un-suit.
The jogging bras were pretty formidable and the panties were plain white cotton – but the sweat-soaking and splashing had rendered the latter nearly transparent and former highly intriguing. So much so that they almost caught me by surprise when they hurled themselves into the pool and answered fire with splashing of their own. Bonnie went after Penny and Irene charged me, sporting a mischievous smile. Just as Irene reached me in the deep end, I sent myself plummeting feet-first toward the bottom of the pool and struck out toward the shallow end. I came up behind Bonita, scooping her with my arms under her knees and back. I turned and tossed her toward the deep end.
Irene caught up with me and jumped onto my back from behind, wrapping arms and legs around me so I had to feel every one of her ripe, abundant curves.
"Help me, Penny!" I cried in mock terror. My little Muffin came up behind Irene and yanked her panties down, exposing Irene's ass. Irene yelped in surprise and fell away from me. I turned to meet Bonita's charge. I picked her up and tossed her back where she'd come from.
Then another, smaller form was wrapped around me from behind and this one did not have the benefit of a bra.
"Dolores!" Penny shrieked.
"Get him, girls!" Irene yelled.
"CHaaaaarge!" From Bonita.
Dolores was spending more effort writhing – to imprint her curves on my flesh – than trying to dunk me. Penny tried the butt-baring trick on Dolores with a predictable lack of response from her oversexed sister. And Irene wasn't so much trying to bring me down as drive me crazy with accidental gropings.
When Bonnie wrapped her arms around my waist and heaved, Penny tried to pull her away, then tried unsnapping Bonita's bra – which Bonnie ignored. And I have no doubt that Irene's floating bra was the result of Irene's keeping her vow of "teasing unmercifully."
But in the end, I said loudly, "I give! I give!" and let myself be pulled forward into the water. Irene gave my cock one last, relentless tug through my trunks before swimming away and Dolores began humping her pussy mound against my back as Bonita swam away, topless, under the water. I finally shrugged Dolores off me and stood.
"Run for it, Muffin," I told Penny quietly. She nodded and eased her way to the side of the pool.
"Ladies," I announced, just as a topless and pantyless Dolores stood, grinning lewdly in front of me. "Ladies, I lied." I grabbed Dolores around the waist and hurled her shrieking into the deep end, then grabbed Bonita around the waist and did the same. Irene, just standing in the neck-deep area, registered my deception just as I reached her. Before she could react, I held her before me, kissed her deeply on the lips, then flicked her backwards to join the other two. Then I hurried out of the pool. Penny was waiting by the entrance to the pool enclosure. Her eyes sparkled.
"I saw that," she said, half-accusing, half-teasing.
"Wanna join them?"I nodded toward the pool.
"If I get a kiss, too."
"Grrrrr."
"Either you kiss me or… "
"Or what?"
"Piggyback to the house!"
I laughed and crouched. She climbed aboard and behaved herself almost all the way to the house. Whereupon she kissed the back of my neck, and added a little tongue-work for good measure.
I let her down carefully and turned. "You are incorrigible," I pronounced, shaking my finger at her menacingly.
She made as if to bite said finger and said, "And you, Uncle Dan, are fully aroused."
I went upstairs to shower and change, carefully locking the door. Nonetheless, ten minutes into my shower, I heard a voice whisper through the door, "Want me to do your back?" I thought it might be Bonita or Irene, but it could have been Dolores or even Penny.
"Scat, poltergeist!" I hissed and turned up the cold water.
When I came downstairs twenty minutes later, Penny was on the deck, a bag of Beach Stuff next to her. "Where's the rest of the brigade?"
"I think Irene and Bonnie are changing clothes."
"And Dolores?'
"Here I am!"
I turned. Dolores was again semi-wearing her swimsuit and had a big towel wrapped sarong-style around her tight hips. She was wearing sandals and carrying a beach bag. She had on sunglasses and a hugebrimmed straw hat. She was wearing a pale lip gloss that accentuated the fullness of her mouth. She looked like an ad for 20 years in Attica for statutory rape. "Ready, shrimp?"
"It's about time!" Penny said, bouncing up. "Let's head for the beach." She motioned. I bent, tense, and then relaxed as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, Unk."
Dolores, of course, demanded equal time and played her role to the hilt: a chaste peck on the cheek and "See you later, stud."
They were just leaving when the gardening crew arrived. I pay them to come out once a week and do the trim and clip routine. They also fertilize as necessary and mulch when it's time.
As they turned to watch Dolores, I could tell all three were thinking of fertilization.
"Good morning, Meester Dan."
"Good morning, Mister Hector." We grinned at each other. It was a family operation, all Mexican, and they insisted on calling me Mister Dan, so I insisted on calling them Mister Hector, Mister Miguel and Mister Ed (he didn't like Eduardo and laughed heartily when I explained about the old TV show). Ed was Miguel's father.
"Very pretty. They are your, uh, nieces?" I had a neighbor a half mile up the road, toward the beach, who frequently entertained a flock a "nieces"; some of them might even have been of legal age.
I laughed. "They call me 'uncle,' but they're really my second cousins. Their folks and a friend are staying with me this weekend."
"I think that maybe in a couple of years, one of them could stay here without mama."
"They grow up fast. She is only 15 now, but when she's 19…?"
He nodded. "I thought she had more years. Perhaps I should tell Miguel" – his nephew – "not to dream too much."
I smiled. "As you see fit, but she is smart for her years."
"Ah, such a beautiful day."
I went back into the house and he turned to his brother and nephew. In a few minutes, I heard the mower mowing, the trimmer trimming and the unique sound of electric shears pruning away. I set about running the dishwasher, then gathered loose laundry – mostly towels and some of my clothes – for a run in the basement washing machine. While the two mechanical slaves chugged away, I inventoried the larder, making up my shopping list.
Kate strolled in twenty minutes later, a sack of fresh herbs in one hand. It's about a two-mile walk to the farmer's market, a third of it on an unshaded road, so she was a little damp. I gave her a rundown on where her family and my fantasy girl were. When I told her Bonnie and Irene were "changing clothes," her eyebrows went up – it had been a long time for a change of clothes – but almost immediately, they emerged from the bedroom, looking conspiratorial. Bonita must have passed some sort of signal to her step-mother, because she and Kate abruptly were sitting on the banquet in the bay window, murmuring.
Irene was wearing a bathing suit bottom and a midriff-baring cutoff tee-shirt and, quite obviously, nothing else. She poured herself a cup of coffee from the carafe and seemed about to speak when Hector knocked on the screen door.
He nodded past my shoulder at Irene. "I think it's a good thing we're finished," he said.
I grinned. "And I have three more days of this to endure."
"Such suffering. It is possible that Miguel must return later to finish clearing out the brush in the back of the yard. I explained to him about your guests, but he is only 16 and you know how much a young man likes to do his job well."
"I quite understand. He would be most welcome. He is a good man. I will be taking my cousins to dinner tonight, but I would not be surprised if Dolores – the fifteen-year-old – preferred to stay home. You know how young women of that age are."
"Yes, young people can be so moody."
"But feel free to have Miguel come by to finish his work around six or so."
He smiled and nodded and they were gone.
Mark, Kate, Penny and Irene didn't know it yet, but we were going to dinner. Dolores was going to have to fend for herself. I hoped it would sate her lech. This might work out after all, I thought -erroneously.
Irene came up to me and asked for a tour of the grounds. Who was I to refuse? I let her out on the sundeck and began showing her all the little touches of the yards – the hidden bird feeder, the warren where the hares' kits were happily growing, the tomato patch with its useless scarecrow. I kept sneaking glances at her tits and, when she bent over one tomato plant, her ripe ass.
She turned to me there and excused herself. "Too much coffee," she said and scurried for the house. I shrugged and went out to check the pool and see if a cleaning was in order. Then I heard what her younger ears had picked up sooner: Kate's wails. Mark was up. Probably awake, too. Which meant that Bonnie and Irene -
Broing!
I spun and strode quickly toward the house, I started searching while the ululating cries from the upstairs bedroom grew and waned. I checked Bonnie and Irene's room: nothing. Penny and Dolores's: zip. Outdoors? Seemed unlikely, as Bonnie didn't know the grounds well enough to suggest a rendezvous and there was too much chance my tour would stumble upon her. Basement workshop? Maybe, but a long shot.
Of course.
I crept barefoot up the stairs. I could hear Kate's choking cries of pleasure and Mark's grunts of effort all the more clearly. I stepped into my bedroom, expecting to find my fantasy come true… but the big bed was empty. I was about to start searching the grounds when I heard a soft sound of pleasure from the walk-in closet.
I opened the doors wide.
Bonnie sat Indian-fashion, face turned up and tongue lapping happily at the drooling cunt of Irene, who stood with knees bent and spread, straddling her.
Irene turned heavy-lidded eyes on me. "Oh! We've – oh! – been discovered! Oh!"
"Alright you two – out of the closet and into the sheets!"