by Ben Boswell
I peered into the rearview mirror to see Lena giving me an adorable pout.
“Don’t be mean to my baby sister,” Marie chided. Lena smiled.
Baby sister, my ass. Lena was all woman, which… as I stopped to think about it was a super creepy thought. But it was hard to avoid going there.
Right on cue, Lena noted. “I bought myself a new bikini.”
“Not sure this is a new bikini crowd,” Marie said. “We’re a pretty quiet group.”
“Nah uh, Sis, you promised me a sandy vag. I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I’ll bury you in the sand if you’d like,” my wife proposed.
“I was thinking more a girls’ night out. You and Claire are cute enough if we get you guys dolled up.”
“Cute enough?” Marie repeated, amused.
“Cute enough for what?” I asked.
“To have a little fun,” Lena replied. “Flash a little titty, some leg, get some guys to buy us drinks.”
“You can’t lead guys on like that.”
“Why not?” Lena asked.
“Who said anything about leading them on?” Marie chimed.
“Huh?”
“Well,” my wife continued, “I mean, both Claire and I are trying to get preggo. This might be the last chance we get to sow some wild oats.”
I laughed. “Oh, and I guess that means Brad and I are free to score, too?”
“What’s good for the goose,” Marie replied.
So, yeah, I did get a momentary rush as I imagined scoring with some nubile, Lena-bodied hottie. Then realism returned. Young, hot, beach babes looking for a beach hookup were not really in the market for thirty-somethings with a beer belly or skinny Sasquatch-looking dudes like Brad. On the other hand, Marie and Claire were both quite capable of landing some hot, twenty-something dude with a six pack.
“Now wait a minute….”
I stopped when Lena and Marie started to laugh.
“You two aren’t half as funny as you think you are,” I noted.
“Sure we are,” Marie replied as she turned around and gave her sister a wink.
“We’re still doing a girls’ night out,” Lena insisted.
“Of course, Lele, just don’t expect Claire and me to join you in the sandy vag club.”
“Oh Sis, I know for a fact that you’ve already been inducted.”
I looked over at Marie, who was blushing and silent and clearly thinking of some episode in her life that hadn’t involved me. Lena chuckled, and then took another selfie.
***
Traffic cooperated. We get to North Bethany in just about three hours. We’d been renting a place in one of the older developments for the past few years. It was ocean block, had a cute deck with a view of the water -- if you stood in exactly the right spot and peered between two mansions right on the beach. It was furnished in a loose mixture of beach kitsch and college dorm. A lot of the furniture was stained with… God knows what.
But that was okay. It meant we didn’t have to feel awkward when we dragged sand in or spilled a beer…. No wonder Jack and Bren opted out this year. Even if it wasn’t awkward for them to bring their kid, the house really wasn’t quite appropriate. Next year, assuming we were all trailing little ones, maybe we could resume the tradition, but perhaps in a slightly cleaner, more modern, and definitely more kid-proof setting.
It was Claire and Brad’s turn to pick a room first, and they’d chosen the large, master-bedroom on the main floor. Even though it was by the kitchen and a little louder, it also gave out onto the deck and had the only king bed in the house. It was the room we’d had last year, but now we were at the bottom of the queue. Still, we lucked out. With Jack and Bren out, we upgraded to second pick and took the bedroom on the second level. It had a “view” of Route 1 and shared a bathroom with the third bedroom, but it also had a new queen bed with a decent frame. Lena was stuck with the last bedroom, small, a little stale smelling, and a lumpy, squeaky, full bed. If she did end up hooking up with Chris, the whole house would know about it.
Chris, for his part, would sleep out on a daybed on the screened porch. It was actually pretty idyllic. The porch was surrounded by pines and quite private. I liked to nap out there sometimes. So even if he didn’t end up in Lena’s bed, he’d be okay when he showed up.
“So where’s Chris?” Marie asked when our friends arrived.
“Claire’s boyfriend had an event tonight. He’ll come out tomorrow.”
“Who’s Chris?” Lena asked.
The guy who’s going to help out with that sandy vag. “A friend of Claire’s,” I replied.
Lena rolled her eyes at me. “Well, I got that.”
Claire went over and gave Lena a hug. “A guy from work. He’s new to the area. We thought he’d like to join us.”
“And Claire’s got a monster crush on him,” Brad added.
His wife shot him daggers. “I think my husband is the one with the crush.”
Brad looked over at Lena and noted, “I hear he’s dreamy.”
Lena read between the lines and looked over at Marie accusingly. I don’t need your help, you know.
Marie laughed. “Smooth, guys, smooth,” she said to Brad and Claire. Then turning to Lena, “He’s way too old for you anyway.”
Nicely played, I thought. Turn the guy into the forbidden fruit. Though if he was half as hot as Claire and Brad made him out to be, he was probably a shoe-in with Lena.
If they did hook up, it would create an odd situation. I knew that hearing my hot sister-in-law getting slammed right next door would get me fired up. Unfortunately, I doubted my wife would have quite the same reaction to hearing Lele, her baby sister, getting pounded. It could turn out to be a major source of frustration… though with Brad and Claire surely counting on some vacation sex in a strange bed doing the trick in terms of getting her knocked up, I could probably appeal to my wife’s competitiveness to get in some nookie as well. Anyway, we’d be crossing that particular bridge no sooner than tomorrow since our sixth was absent until then.
Brad and I made a grocery run. When we got back, the girls were all out on the deck in their bikinis, which was really a sight for sore eyes.
I didn’t know if Lena was wearing her new bikini, but I wouldn’t have minded if she wore this one all week. It was pretty basic, actually, black with no frills, a skimpy cut on the bottom that had the bottom half of her luscious butt cheeks on display and a tube top that seemed to defy the laws of physics in managing to contain her big boobs. Claire was in a pale green suit that matched her eyes. Sexy, the various pieces were held together by narrow strings over hips and shoulders and across her back. She’d have been obscene if not for the fact that she was wrapped in a matching, sheer, sarong. Marie was the most conservative of the group, the only one who could plausibly go in the water with her red and white suit, booty shorts and racerback top, super-tight, looking almost painted on.
I cracked open a beer and handed one to Brad. He was taking in the same scenery as I was.
“Man, how’d we get so lucky?” I asked.
He grinned. “Speak for yourself, Son. I’m just getting my just desserts.”
“Oh?”
“I’m pretty sure I was, like, Mother Theresa, in my past life.”
“She was still alive when you were born.”
“Whatever. Pick some other karmic do-gooder then.”
Claire looked over. “What, we don’t get beers?”
“Get your own… while you put away the groceries,” Brad replied.
She rolled her eyes and walked towards us, my own eyes lost in her spectacular cleavage.
“You should be nicer to me,” she cooed to her husband. “I had a treat in mind for you tonight, but now I’m reconsidering.”
“So much for karma,” I said under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.
“What kind of treat?” Brad asked.
“Ummm, no,” she said, trailing a fingertip across his shoulder. “You’l
l just have to be patient.”
I chuckled at his obvious frustration.
“And yes, Dan, I have boobs,” she teased as I turned deep red.
Happily, she continued on into the kitchen, sparing me the need to apologize for staring.
“Don’t worry about it man. I’ve seen them naked a million times, and I still stare,” Brad said.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“Man, sisters. You think they’ve ever double-teamed a guy?” He was leering at Marie and Lena.
“Dude, that’s my wife.”
“And her sister,” he added.
“They’re seven years apart,” I noted. “So the timing makes it a little hard.”
“Would be a heck of a treat, though, right?”
I shook my head, but that was mostly for show. It would be a heck of a treat.
“You think this Lena and Chris thing is going to work out?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Like I said, I’m not sure Claire even much cares if they hook up. I think she mostly wants to see what he looks like in a swimsuit.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“I told you, she’s been on fire since he showed up at work.”
“How far would you take that?” I asked.
He grinned. “What if Lena and Marie agreed to double-team you. What would it be worth to get that?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Think about it—” he began.
“Brad, seriously, get your ass in here,” Claire bellowed from the kitchen.
He grimaced. “Uh oh. We fucked something up.” He clapped me on the shoulder and hurried after his wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It turned out we’d screwed up just about everything in small ways. Diced tomatoes rather than stewed. The wrong kind of olive oil. Thin spaghetti rather than regular. Grated parmesan rather than a block of the stuff.
Luckily we got the wine right, although that was mostly about purchasing the correct quantity. Namely, lots.
We ate pasta and salad out on the deck, and then retired inside when it got dark and the mosquitoes arrived.
Marie pulled out the pack of cards.
“Hearts?” she asked.
I could almost hear Lena roll her eyes.
“What about Go Fish?” she suggested instead.
“What’s wrong with Hearts?” asked my wife.
“It’s lame,” replied her little sister.
“Okay, so what do you want to play?”
She glanced around at us. Anything that doesn’t involve spending the whole evening with my sister’s lame friends. “Whatevs.”
Marie laughed. “Look, I promise you we’ll go out dancing, but...” she said as she glanced over at the table full of empty wine bottles, “I doubt we’ll make it far tonight.”
“Speak for yourself,” Lena taunted.
“Poker?” Claire suggested helpfully.
“Strip poker?” offered Brad hopefully.
Marie rolled her eyes. Claire laughed. “Sounds fun,” said Lena.
“Oh no, I am not playing strip poker with my little sister,” Marie exclaimed.
“Fine,” Lena replied. “It’ll be more fun without you anyway.”
I laughed. “Okay, so what other options are there?”
“Oh, come on, Danny, you’re really going to pass up a chance to finally see me naked?”
I blushed. “I don’t want to see you naked.”
Now Marie laughed. “Sure you do.”
I held up my palms. “I surrender.”
“Come on, Sis,” Lena pressed. “Don’t be a stick in the mud.”
“You’re drunk, Lele.”
“Exactly. So let’s have some fun.”
“I’m in,” Claire said, “but you’re the one who’s going to bed alone tonight.”
Lena smirked. “We’ll see.”
I exchanged a glance with Brad. He just raised an eyebrow.
Marie shook her head. “This is a bad, bad idea…. So what are the rules?”
Brad stepped forward. “Easy. We’ll play short-stacked. Every time you bust, you lose an item of clothing. When someone ends up completely naked, the game ends and whoever has the most chips wins.”
“You’ve given this some thought,” Claire noted to her husband.
“I was a Boy Scout. Always prepared.”
“Were you really a Boy Scout?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Let’s play.”
It occurred to me that this could be a quick game. Brad and I were just wearing shorts, a tee shirt, and I presumed underwear. At least I was. Claire was in a sundress and I wasn’t sure what else. Lena was in super tight shorts, a tee shirt, and judging from the way her nipples poked through, I doubted anything else. Marie was best positioned since I knew she had panties under her shorts, a bra, a tank top, and a light, sheer sweater. All of that was fine with me, since I was much more eager to see Claire and Lena naked than I was to have Brad see Marie the same way.
Well, Marie would have been in in good shape had she not played so badly. She went all-in on two of the first five hands, lost both, and before I knew it she was down to a bra, shorts and panties. Now, I know a bra is no different from a bikini top… except it is different for some reason, and I wasn’t really pleased about my wife’s poor play.
Brad, though, loved it. He was smirking up a storm, especially since I got the sense that he wouldn’t particularly mind showing off his own wife’s great rack. It was all win-win for him.
When the next hand was dealt, I looked at my cards. A seven and a ten, unsuited, no good options on the table. “I fold,” I said pointedly, hoping my wife would take the hint.
I groaned when Marie raised on her turn.
“What’s the matter?” asked Claire.
“Nothing,” I grumbled.
“I bet you didn’t realize you’d married a loose woman,” Claire teased.
“I’m feeling lucky,” Marie replied.
I wondered if she really did, or whether maybe she thought that by losing fast, she’d spare her sister from getting naked. Either way, Lena didn’t cooperate. She tossed her chips in as well. Claire folded, but Brad stayed in too.
We were playing with such short stacks that it was pretty easy to burn through most of your chips on one hand, which, obviously, was the point. At the turn, all three were all-in. I suspected Marie and Lena were chasing a hearts flush, but I was pretty sure that Brad had at least a pair. The final card was clubs, which would mean that my wife would be down to her underwear, but when they revealed, it turned out she had two pairs. Dumb luck really since she had a nine and jack unsuited in her hand, and just randomly pulled the second pair on the last card. Brad, as it turned out, had pocket queens, but he was out of luck. And Lena, who was chasing the flush, lost as well.
I was so relieved that I didn’t realize Lena had whipped off her top until I heard Brad chuckle. “Damn,” he said with a sigh.
I looked over and my mouth dropped open. Lena was grinning, obviously loving the attention, which I totally got. If I looked anything like her, I think I’d be looking for any excuse to get naked as well.
Her breasts… it is hard to find words to do them justice. Large, firm, plump, angled slightly away from her body, with big, red nipples pointing upward. They jiggled deliciously as she moved. It was impossible not to imagine how nice they’d look bouncing up and down as she rode me.
Marie reached across the table and slapped my shoulder.
“You’re drooling,” she scolded, though with a grin.
“You can’t blame him,” Claire said. “I’m not even into girls, and I’m tempted to bury my face between those.”
Lena laughed. “Enough talk. Let’s play cards.”
The game continued to go in my favor. Marie had a decent little pile of chips in front of her, meaning she wouldn’t need to strip off anything anytime soon. I lost my shirt on the next hand to Brad, and then after a couple of hands where the first raise bought
the pot, I found myself head to head with Claire. She’d been playing tight all night, but now she went all in. She had a pair of sixes, and matched one on the flop, but I pulled a straight, and won the hand.
I realized why she’d been playing so cautiously. When she lifted her sundress over her head, I saw she was topless under her dress. Her tits were as amazing as I’d imagined. Big, heavy teardrops, with a slight hang, and silver dollar sized areolas. If Lena’s tits were designed to bounce up and down, Claire’s begged to be mauled, mashed, and titty-fucked. I shot a quick glance at Brad to see how he was dealing with it. He was grinning like an idiot, obviously more than a little pleased for the rest of us to see his wife’s breasts. I wondered if he’d always had that predilection hidden away, or whether this was yet another part of his reaction to her crush on Chris.
We resumed the game. Claire was down to just her simple, cotton panties, and I got a little over-aggressive in raising and ended losing my shorts, leaving me in just my boxers. Brad then took a run at Lena, but she won with a weak pair when his straight fell through. Like me, he only had his underwear remaining.
On the next hand, I got an ace and king of diamonds in my hand, and then matched first the ace and then king on the flop and the turn. I didn’t push it, and as a result reeled in both my wife and her sister. They went all-in, and before the final card was dealt I was already excitedly imagining Lena stripping off those tight shorts and probably revealing that she was naked underneath. A perfect two-fer, a long-anticipated glimpse at my sister-in-law’s cooch and an end to the game in time to preserve some slight modesty for my wife and myself. It almost worked out that way.
I won the hand, and Marie stripped off her shorts first, leaving her in just bra and panties, which with Lena and Claire already topless didn’t seem like a big deal. Then Lena rose and slowly eased off her shorts, wiggling her hips as she did. She wasn’t naked underneath, but about as close to it as possible clad now in just tiny, g-string panties. The only fabric a tiny wedge that covered, but didn’t disguise, the outline of her slit. She was obviously fully shaved. I just drank her in, knowing I’d probably never see her like this again, and knowing also this was going to be exhibit A in my spank bank for the rest of my life. Even at 80, tugging on my limp noodle, I’d be thinking of Lena’s amazing, nearly naked body at this moment. And then Brad made it even better.
