Mike hadn't much relished the chore of walking Maryon to the Matherly place for her 'pajama party' with Karen and Sylvia, but Burt was working overtime, again, and the family car was in the shop, and the streets of suburbia weren't so safe as they used to be, and Sylvia's parents weren't available to send a car, so okay, already, Mike would walk his sister to the estate and see she got there safely. He didn't have much else to do, anyway, the school's pool was being cleaned and there was no chance for him to practice his swimming, a sport he was expected to do well in at the Regionals, come spring.
He brightened up a bit as, walking up the long driveway, Maryon told him of the Matherly's pool, but didn't know whether he wanted to mess around with a bunch of kids. From his lordly seventeen years he told Maryon that his practice was a serious thing… he couldn't fool around with his length by length steady practicing in the middle of a mob of screaming yahoos… especially girl yahoos. In any case, he hadn't brought his trunks… why hadn't Maryon mentioned the pool before they left home?
His somewhat sour mood was not improved when he discovered Johnny and Derek were at the house – it was a little after seven in the evening – and seemed set on staying around for a while. It was Maryon herself, wishing to make up to him, who brought up the subject of his swimming, and Sylvia and Karen delightedly invited and urged him to go ahead and use the pool – no charge, they'd like to see him in action – maybe one day Sylvia could say an Olympic championed practiced in her pool! Flattered by their blandishments, Mike agreed at least to consider it, and they all wandered out of the large dining room, across the terrace, and down to the poolside. The sun was getting low and there was a slight chill in the air but the pool was heated, so another one of Mike's objections was overcome. And the clear blue water did look tempting. Swimming trunks? Well, said Sylvia, her dad's would be too big for him, but maybe – and she smiled slyly – a pair of her bottoms would do?
In the past year Sylvia had filled out pretty well, and even in her light skirt they could see she was almost as big about the hips as Mike, despite the three years difference in their ages. Okay, that might do, agreed Mike, a bit reluctantly, and they waited as she went off into the house to fetch the thing.
Perhaps because of the older boy's presence the others were more subdued than usual. Maryon had been up to the house a few times since that time in the barn, but never again had things been quite so interesting. Always Sylvia's parents or the servants were about the place. And for some reason the group didn't seem to get together too often otherwise, and more often than not Maryon was not invited along when they went elsewhere for their fun and games, so that quite often she suffered the pangs of being 'left out of it'. And though Lois often pushed her to invite the daughter of the socially prominent Matherlys home, Maryon knew that it would not do either herself or her mother any good…
"Here, Mike, I've left it on the couch in the dining room," called Sylvia from the terrace, and came bouncing down the steps toward them. "You can change there, okay?"
Mike was already trotting up and was out of sight by the time Sylvia came up and sat on the end of the diving board near the others. "I'd kind of like to go in myself," she said, "but I don't have anything to wear, now."
"Oh, Mike doesn't like having anyone in the pool when he's practicing," said Maryon, and the other girl shrugged.
"It's my pool," she said.
Karen and the two boys were horseplaying near the edge, the girl being threatened with a dunking for something she'd said. Johnny had her wrists and Derek her feet, swinging her out over the water, and her wrigglings in the air had slid her dress down over her thighs so that Maryon could see the brief green panties that cut into her crotch. The boys wore smart black jeans and white shirts, though Derek bulked a little larger. One of the black-haired girl's white shoes flew off into the pool. "Oh you bastard, Derek!" she said between laughing screams, and they might indeed have thrown her, clothes and all, into the depths had not Michael then appeared, running rapidly down the steps. In the brief glimpse she caught of him before he reached the poolside and dived, Maryon saw that Sylvia's 'bottom' was no more than a brief black bikini, giving her brother a half-inch band about his upper thighs. Then he was gone from view and the other two boys, setting Karen down, stood watching as his blond head presently broke the surface.
He was probably embarrassed about the scantiness of the girl's bikini on him, Maryon supposed, glad in the slight chill that she wore trim cream slacks and blouse though, like the rest of them, she was barefoot.
Studiously Mike began to swim, head down into the water, arms steadily threshing, legs smoothly kicking. His tawny body looked like a magnificent machine as it ploughed through the water, though the skimpy black band over his buttocks did look a bit ridiculous. Only once did he interrupt his rhythm, pausing to throw back onto the cement Karen's floating sandal at her call as she sat, dangling her legs.
After a while it grew boring to watch his strong, muscled frame glide endlessly along, and Sylvia drummed her heels against the diving board. Then a smile lit her face. "Get ready when I say the word," she whispered to Maryon, then ran along to speak in hushed tones to the other three. When Mike reached the shallow end of the pool she called out to him and, hearing her, he got to his feet, shaking his head free of water. The tight black bikini barely held him in, and Maryon could see the gaps at the tops of his thighs where his firm young flesh pushed against the thin material.
"What's up?" he asked, apparently not too pleased to be interrupted.
"We've got a bet going here, Mike, that you can't do a full length underwater, only using your feet," said Sylvia. "They say it can't be done."
Mike considered. "Well, with a bit of a push off at the start, I reckon I can do it," he said. "Just watch me."
And he bent his head, crouched low, struck back with his feet at the underwater wall, and kicked himself smoothly forward, hands held out and head down. Immediately he was out of hearing Sylvia cried: "Now!" and to Maryon's astonishment the four began expertly to strip, discarding their various clothes as they made their way to where she was sitting. "Skinny-dip time – we'll surprise him," shouted Karen, shrugging out of her dress.
"C'mon kid, off and in," said Derek, tugging down his pants, and before she quite knew what was going on around her, Maryon was alone on the diving board, fingers to her blouse, while the others were sliding smoothly and silently into the clear blue water, totally naked except for Karen, who for some reason had kept her narrow green nylon panties on.
As they lined themselves up with their backs to the wall, their feet kicking gently, arms outstretched along the gutter, Sylvia called up and back, impatiently: "Oh, hurry up, Maryon, come in and surprise your brother."
All kinds of thoughts were going through Maryon's head… what Mike would think… what fun it'd be… why not if the others did…? She wouldn't be in the water in time… what would happen afterward? But her body seemed to have made her mind up for her so that even as she saw Mike's head but a scant eight feet or so from the end of the pool, her blouse and bra were on the found at her feet and her fingers were fumbling with the buckle of her slacks. All of a sudden Mike seemed to convulse. Whether he'd just run out of air after his more than a minute's submersion, or whether it was the shocking sight of four pairs of legs dangling before him, he surfaced in a spluttering hurry, beating at the water with his hands, eyes closed and streams pouring from his blond hair. Maryon froze where she was, her pants unzipped and part pulled down her thighs, her young breasts hanging out and forward. There seemed to her questioning mind to be quite a difference between being naked in the water and caught like this, alone, out in the evening daylight. So it was that when Mike got his breath back and opened his eyes it was only to lose it again and close them again at sight of four heads grinning at him above the water line, four female breasts seemingly free-floating just below the surface and, above them all, his kid sister, half-nude like a nymph startled at her bath, the pink rays of the setting sun giving her nubile body a rosy hue and putting an ash-ember glow in the dull gold of her long hair.
"What are you guys doing?" he said when he'd recovered again, treading water, his eyes intent on Sylvia's flaunted breasts as she half-pulled herself from the pool. Maryon slowly slipped her pants down her legs, as though trying not to attract her brother's attention. But as she could see Sylvia deliberately kicking her legs out, one at a time, so that the brown tuft between them winked at the older boy, she knew she didn't have to worry about that.
"We thought we'd give you a surprise. And you've got my bikini. And I wasn't going to be the only bare-assed one," laughed the girl, kicking water at his face.
He seemed quickly to recover himself for, nodding his head toward Karen, but keeping his eyes on the bouys Sylvia floated in front of her, with their red markers, he said: "What's so special about her, that she gets not to be bare-assed?"
Somehow the other three in the water hadn't noticed Karen's green panties before, but now the two boys – with a whoop! – simultaneously reached down at her like a pale white fish Karen pushed off from the wall and away from them, so that Maryon, looking down from above, could see the lithe, free movements of her body in the pale blue water. In a flash she was around and past Mike and was headed for the far end of the pool but he, bucking up his near-bare butt and jack-knifing so that his sister could clearly see the shadowed crack in it, dived down and under the fleeing girl. Taking advantage of the distraction Maryon quickly completed her disrobing and slipped into the water. Sylvia and the boys had also gone in pursuit of the pair and stood up, waist deep, just as Mike managed to slip under Karen and rise up in front of her, the water to their knees. The white-skinned girl, untanned by the sun and slim as an ivory figurine, tried to escape him but his longer legs were more suited to water-running in his strength and he easily caught her, holding her just above the elbows as she, kicking, tried to keep the others off. While Maryon watched from her end of the pool, feeling the warm water wash between her thighs, Johnny and Derek each seized a fighting ankle and the three boys lifted Karen completely from the water, her long black hair streaming down from her in a dark mass that was in complete contrast to the whiteness of her struggling body as she arched and bent it, writhing, her pale oval breasts silhouetted against the pale blue of the evening sky.
Beneath her brother's brief black bikinis she could see him bulging as his eyes no doubt feasted on the sight of the young girl's twisting body held so close to him. And as the nude Sylvia, jumping up and down with excitement, her breasts bobbing, reached for the green nylon panties and tugged them down the flexing thighs, she was sure he was setting a hard-on. And now they could all see why Karen had so slyly kept herself covered, for, whereas in the past she had sported a great black mat of hair at her crotch, now she was shaved-clean, so that the cold wet pale lips of her cunt stared starkly upward, as bare of concealment as an oyster on the half-shell.
"Why, Karen!" exclaimed Sylvia, slipping the strip of nylon down to the suddenly quiescent ankles. "What happened… crabs?"
"No," Maryon barely heard the other girl say, "just that it was so… so ugly down there."
With a laugh Mike gathered her up in his arms, pulling her free so that Sylvia could pull the panties free, then, flexing his strong biceps so that they gleamed fitfully in the falling light, he lofted the naked Karen far into the air so that she fell, twisting, with a great splash beyond the others.
The others now were after Mike to take his bikini off, but he refused, on the grounds that he was older, bigger, stronger, and didn't want to. Meanwhile Karen swam up beside Maryon. "The bastards!" she said, pushing the long black wet hair back from her oval face. Maryon was fascinated by the sight of the girl's weirdly clean crotch… it made her seem so much more naked, somehow. Idly she scratched her own well tufted mound, and mentally compared her boobs to Karen's. In the past year, though the older girl had grown taller and had more flesh on her, and still seemed oddly boyish with slim waist, slender hips, a smooth ass, heir breasts had changed not a bit, save perhaps to become a bit firmer. They still gleamed like silken bass, and their cores, now hard from the exposure and the cooling night air, were still dark and small and pointed, but Maryon knew she was bigger there, with clearly defined little pears that hung loosely from her but could be held up from below to fill out most satisfyingly.
Though, she ruefully thought, only she was far satisfied, for nobody had seen them in months! Certainly not any males, and especially not Mike, whose companionship this evening was a rare exception to his usual coolness toward her now that he was in Senior High and presumably could have his fill of girls. Maryon was jealous, and suddenly decided to do something about it. She'd show him that just because Sylvia and Karen were older and bigger didn't mean they could please him most!
Without a word to Karen she kicked herself off from the side and, taking care that her plump bare rump was constantly above the surface, swam casually up the length of the pool, past the others, who were still squabbling, then began to circle them. From the comer of her eye she saw that her maneuver had not gone unnoticed by Mike, for his head followed her. In a moment she let her feet down and stood up and, feigning water in her eyes, stretched and posed wantonly in the shallow end, knowing, as she knuckled her eyes, that her breasts had been set to jiggling and that her out-thrust hip revealed between her slim young naked thighs a sight of rosy lips only lightly veiled by her soaking pubic hair. She felt her nipples harden and shivered as she pressed her elbows back and shook her head vigorously, curving her body back like a sensual cat.
When at last she opened her eyes she thought she noticed a look of curiosity on Sylvia's face as the older girl glanced from Michael's riveted gaze to her own body, the focus of his attention, but immediately it was gone and instead the big-busted girl grabbed Johnny's hand and pulled him to the side of the pool.
"Brrhhh! I'm getting cold," she said, clambering out with a wonderful display of her well-muscled ass and the lewd lips beneath it. "I'm going in to dry… who's coming?" With Johnny close behind, she ran to the deep end of the pool, said something softly and quickly to Karen, scooped up an armful of clothes indiscriminately, and raced up the steps to the terrace and so into the house. Close behind her the two naked boys and Karen, pausing to pick up the remainder of the clothes, displayed their bouncing bare butts like rabbits in the twilight.
"Well… come on, Sis," said Michael, turning toward her.
She pouted at him, wriggling her nude little body in a manner she knew to be enticing, looking under lowered lashes at the tight bulge coiled fleshily against the strained thin black band of his borrowed bikini bottom. "Little sister'd like to be carried," she said, affecting a childish tone. "Little sister sooooooooooo tired…" And, stretching one twisting hand above her back-bent head, she put the back of the other to her mouth, extravagantly yawning, but also fully aware that her thighs yawned for him, too.
"Little brat… I'll drown you," he said, coming through the water. But instead of upsetting her he obediently went along with her game, picking her up boldly in his arms and then, as an afterthought, swinging her up and around until she was seated joltingly but firmly on his shoulders, her slim thighs pressed against his cheeks, his hands holding hers.
As he climbed out of the pool by the steps, balancing her securely, Maryon thrilled at the contact of the short, already dry, bristly hairs at the back of his neck against her eager, unprotected cunt.
At the doorway into the room he hesitated but, ducking her head under the lintel and kicking with her heels, she urged him on and in. He stood for a second in the middle of the floor. "Where the fuck are my clothes? I left 'em on the couch over there," he said to the empty room, dripping spots of water onto the rich rug. Just then there was a pattering on the stairs and Sylvia stuck her head discreetly over the balustrade, turbaned in a towel.
"Come on up and grab a room… first at the top of the stairs, on the left," she said. "There's a bathroom there, and you can dry off. Your gear's on the bed. We'll see you later… much later!" The emphasis was unmistakable as she winked, turned and, bobbing her tail like a bunny, sped away back.
Shrugging, adjusting Maryon's weight on him and incidentally sending a flashing warm pulse through her, Mike trotted up the stairs, made for the open bedroom door and, once inside, dumped Maryon unceremoniously onto the made bed. Quickly he thumblocked the door behind him. "I don't need them to play any more of their little surprises on me!" he said, coming over to the bed and staring down at his naked sister who, growing excited by the possibilities, was lying on the counterpane on her stomach as though posing for her first baby-picture. Mike nodded to the open bathroom door and began idly picking at the clothes thrown in a pile at the foot of the bed. "You want to shower first?" he asked. She smiled at him impishly.
"We could take a bath together," she said. "That'd save some time, wouldn't it, Mike? I mean… you do want to get out of here and go home soon, don't you?"
"You're a little bitch-baby, aren't you?" he replied, coming to stand in front of her. "Okay, I'm set, if you're sure you are." Maryon was about set for anything. She'd started her periods some months ago, and was a couple of weeks past the most recent so, though Lois had made a faltering, unclear and generally unsatisfying explanation of what menstruation was all about, she reckoned that nothing could upset her plans to enjoy herself and her brother in the way she liked… and hoped he still did.
"Go start the water, Mike," she said and, when he was on his way, slid off the bed and quickly resmoothed it, clucking her tongue at the water spots she'd made on it. Then she pattered into the bathroom on tiptoe. Mike was leaning over the tub, sloshing the water about with his hand so, without further ado, she grabbed at the narrow black band of his bikini and pulled so that the hard, muscled globes of his buttocks sprang into view like surprised moons. "Hey…!" he began, but stopped as she next ran her small hands round his hips to his belly, under the thin material, easing it off him with her wrists, until she was able to take hold of his prick. Feeling that it was more soft than hard, Maryon let go, took hold of the black bikini again, and pulled them down to his ankles. With her head pressed against his side so that she could see better, her mouth and eyes formed astonished little 'Os at the size of his dick, even in repose.
He turned off the water, stepped out of the pants and stretched elaborately. "Jesus, it's great to be out of them," he said. "I felt like an idiot."
She touched his cock with a finger. "Why aren't you big for me?" she said. "When Sylvia and Karen took their clothes off, you were big… I could tell. Don't you think I'm as good as them?"
"Haven't really looked at you, Sis, it's been a long time," he laughed at her. Getting into the steaming water he sat down and stretched his long, strong legs. "Let's see what I've been missing," he said, so without another word, she climbed up on the side of the tub, put one leg over to the top at the far side, then moved up toward him, straddling the bath. Not looking at him but intimately aware of the brazen nakedness of her body as it was exposed to his gaze, she reached to her hair and carefully began to undo the braids, twisting her body innocently about as she tugged at her tresses, delighting inwardly at the effect her cavorting little cunt must be having on him. And when, pretending to nearly lose her balance, she bent and swayed and looked down beneath her, sure enough the tip of him was just beginning to break surface, though, even through the diffraction of the water, his prick was, she saw, still not completely hard.
Presently she shook her hair free, feeling the damp silken ends of it play over her taut cheeks. The strain of her straddling stance was beginning to give her a most delicious ache in her crotch, and she was dying for him to touch her there. But as if realizing her own impatience, and using it to heighten his own pleasure, Mike instead kept her there, ducking his head and scooting around in the bath so that he could now look up at her splitting crack and study the out-thrust of her young and tender buttocks. "You're filling out pretty well, Sis," he said, lightly caressing one steam-pinkened cheek, "but I didn't get too good a look at your boobs." Still sitting in the water behind her, he had Maryon bend over and touch her toes, so that her spritely little twelve-year-old breasts hung down from her in all their pear-pointed prettiness then, to her joy, he not only complimented her on their fine growth, but, his hair incidentally brushing against her parted lips, he leaned forward to fondle and stroke them, finally turning around once again so that, with his head back, he could kiss them and take them into his mouth like hanging bunches of sweet grapes. As his tongue rasped over her tiny, cherry-like nipples, her knees shook and she all but slipped and fell on him. "Hold up there, Sis," he said, his voice low and hoarse and, reaching up, he took her by her slim waist and lifted her down into the water.
Pushing her before him he placed her at the foot of the bath with her elbows hung over the rim, her knees bent, and her feet flat on the bottom, so that her thighs and stomach were thrown out toward him. Pushing her legs wide apart, he gently lowered his head to her until, at last, he planted a big wet kiss in her burning crotch. With her head thrown back, she drove her lithe young body up against him and clamped her thighs about his face, in ecstasy as his tongue found her ready slot and slid into it. But she couldn't retain this position for long and began to slide down into the water under him until his nose gurgled underwater and he had to come up off her.
"A kiss for a kiss!" he wetly murmured, and with his hands under her ass turned her about so that in a minute he was lying on his back, with his feet stretched out and up over the sides, the rim hooking him behind the knees and raising his lower body up out of the water, while she was half-kneeling in the water, her thighs resting on his shoulders, the whole great wonderment of his now fully erected prick available to her eyes, hands and mouth.
As he gently pulled her down until she was clamped over his open mouth she, in turn, needing no instructions as to what he wanted, though she'd never ventured to be quite so obvious in her compliance before, placed one hand under his balls and, squeezing them, let the other play gently up and down the fine upstanding length of him. Her long blonde hair hung straightly down to either side of her face so that she fancied herself in a kind of cavern, veiled not only from his sight but his inward sight as well, cut off from all reality except this strong, tanned, rubbery bar of flesh with its two round ridged and hairy partners… and the other end of the long, hollow tube which was her mouth, at which he munched and chewed and blew and sucked and licked like some perpetually unsatiated elephant.
All sense of time and place forgotten, fogged in by the hot steam that rose from the water beneath her, flushed by its fetid nearness, Maryon dreamily puckered her young rosebud red lips and lowered them down and over his already inflamed tip, breathing against the distended hole in its center and letting her slim fingers play up and down the blue-veined length below as though he were a flute and a sinuous serpent both, the one fantasy merging into the other and out and back again in her head. She let her long narrow tongue complete the circle of her lips, washing it about the clean silk dome until she felt it pulse, then parted her dainty white teeth and let them scratch lightly against his aroused rod as she lowered her head.
Between her legs there was now only a seething cauldron of hot, flickering sensation as his own broad tongue forced its way into her welcoming vagina and his teeth grated on her fragile-seeming pelvic girdle. Forcing her lips and teeth still further apart until her jaw began to ache, she strove to take him into her, swallowing at him, tasting the saliva that came to lubricate the monstrous morsel and at the same time noting a new honey-and-vinegar confection tantalizing her palate. With both hands now she tried to cram him into her mouth, shivering deliciously as his tip reached the back of her throat and, as she stretched her slender neck, ease down into it. Between the fullness of her mouth and the closeness of the steaming room, her air supply severely limited, Maryon plunged into a feverish state of lovely lassitude, fondly fondling her brother's taut and trembling testicles and as much of his proud-stanced prick as was left outside her for her fingers to gratefully grasp, and gulping and gobbling at the rest of it, swallowing at its sensuously strangling tip and licking it with as much license as its swollen, pulsating bulkiness would allow.
Sublimely eager to achieve the impossible task of drawing more of his beautiful manhood into her, the twisting twelve-year-old raised her body from his and thrust out her neck like an angry goose and, perhaps as her hard-centered roseate breasts swung sweepingly down along his belly, Mike discharged into her, himself flinging his jaws wide and chomping into her young and tender treasure-house, letting his straining tongue delve for trove there.
His sister shook like a leaf in the breeze as his liberated sperm hosed hotly down her throat, and his spasmodic, snaky length of cock swelled and throbbed in her mouth. His large hands came up to span her hips and press her down on him and then she felt herself burst inside like a suddenly and mightily squeezed orange; whose juice was hot and stinging as it sluiced into the empty, yearning, air-sucking cavity of her virgin, cock-cunctating cunt. She gnawed the air through distended nostrils as the center of her body drew drowning breaths from her, her flanks heaving in rhythm with the inward draughts of suction. While her hungry munching frustrated lower mouth bit down on warm ice cream, the melting Mars-bar thrust in her throat became, for her, a compensation, and for want of sexual sustenance between her legs she satisfied herself by sucking on the sublime substitute that filled her blood-rushed face until, at last she'd – thawaad! – its last sour-sweet marrow-drop and its wilting husk lay on her tiny, tireless tongue, inert and lifeless.
Her own juices drained from her jaw-torn, coughing loins and she dropped her head half into the cooling water, licking her little lips and tasting still the acrid cheesy ripeness of her big brother's powerful and pungent cream.
"Guess we'd better get on with our bath, Sis," said Mike, his husky voice dimly penetrating the red-slashed pink heaven of her thoughts. Consumed by memory, she slowly got off him, delivering a tender kiss to his shrunken, relaxed cock as it lay there, laved by the water…