"Wakey wakey," Gail said loudly as she began pulling the blanket slowly down my body.
Obviously this is how I'm going to be woken up for the rest of the week, I thought.
"Stop it," I told her. "There's nothing under here but me."
Where
was
my underwear? I shook my head to clear it. I knew I'd been wearing my underwear when I went to bed. Oh my fucking god, that wasn't just a dream: somebody had given me my first blow job in the middle of the night, and I'd licked my first pussy.
I ran my tongue across my lips. I could still taste it.
Gail and Cathy were already dressed for the day, Gail in a t-shirt cut off just above her navel and a skirt, and Cathy in a snug tank top and shorts.
"Oh, here you all are," Vicki said, bursting into the room.
"Seriously?" I said. "Get out of here so I can get dressed, all of you."
(Not that Cathy or Vicki would be all that shocked at the sight of my dick, though I guess they'd only seen it underwater)
Turns out the day was a scorcher: too hot even to hang out at Vicki's pool (she had to go someplace with her family for the afternoon, but Cathy was permitted to treat it as her own), so we ended up in the air conditioned mall.
Gail and Cathy already had their swimsuits for the pool party that night, so there wouldn't be another sexy fashion show - not that there was much of Cathy I hadn't seen already, but guys are funny that way.
After we had lunch, Cathy suggested we see a movie. She insisted we see some crap about a Greek god who gets lost on Earth, rather than the superhero blockbuster playing on three other screens. We all knew it was all about giving Cathy and me a chance to mess around in the dark in a half-empty theatre, and I was fine with that.
And so was Gail, fortunately.
We sat in the very back row, with me in the middle. As soon as the previews ended and everybody's attention was focused on the feature film, Cathy took my hand and used it to stroke her breast through her tank top. I got the hint and began fondling her on my own.
She put a hand on my lap, just lightly brushing against my cock with her pinky through my denim shorts.
I began to regret my decision to wear these instead of something thin, like gym shorts: but remembering our last trip to the mall, I didn't want to wear something that would show off an erection to the world.
And right now, my mind was going back to when Cathy had jerked me off in the pool, I was getting hard.
And her nipples were getting hard, from both the theatre's air conditioning and what I was doing.
Gail was openly watching us, turned to the side with her feet propped up against the arm rest between us, her skirt hiked dangerously high.
I slipped my hand under Cathy's shirt, and worked it up to her breasts. She was perfectly fine with this, and even lifted up her tank top to just below her breasts to make it easier for me. I think if somebody had been watching from the row in front of us, they might have seen her naked breasts for a few moments at a time.
I couldn't help glancing back at Gail every once in a while, and eventually her skirt had risen high enough that her panties were exposed.
Peach-colored panties, which gave me a start at first because for a moment I thought I was looking at my sister's naked pussy.
And then I realized it was the first time I'd thought of Gail having a vulgarly-named "pussy."
I turned my attention back to Cathy. If I kept going the way I was, in a few minutes I was going to have her topless in a movie theatre - which was tempting, but probably not wise. So I removed my hand from her breast, and moved it down to her upper leg. I wasted no time slipping it up her inner thigh until I reached her panties.
She spread her legs to make it easier for me.
I suddenly wondered, once I reached her pussy, if I tasted my hand, would I be able to tell whether she was the girl whose pussy I was licking last night?
"I'll be right back," Gail suddenly said. She stood up, smoothed down her skirt, and walked away from us down the aisle, presumably to the bathroom. I could guess why, but it wasn't something I wanted to dwell on.
I couldn't have anyway because as soon as she was out of sight, Cathy grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled both them and my underwear to just below my balls, freeing my dick. Holy shit.
"Warn me before you cum," she whispered, and then started pumping my dick. I tried to last, and hoped she'd assume I was cumming quickly because I was afraid Gail would return (though at this point I was beyond caring about that), and after a little more than a minute I said "Now," and as if by magic she produced a handful of tissues and caught all my cum before I sprayed the people sitting in the front row (or so it felt at the time).
She wadded up the tissues, then used her finger to scoop up the last bit of cum from the base of my dick. She lifted up her tank top just high enough to expose one little breast, massaged the cum into her nipple, and then quickly covered herself up again.
I think at that moment I could have cum all over again.
#
That night, as I lay in bed, my mind was filled with many thoughts that made sleeping difficult: last night's visitor, what had happened at the movie theatre, and the pool party at Vicki's house I'd just got back from.
Flashback to six hours earlier: We got back to Cathy's house, and we separated to get ready for the pool party, I heard the beep-beep-boop of an incoming Skype call as I was stepping out of the shower. I had only a towel wrapped around my waist, but I saw that it was Cathy, so I didn't worry much about it.
Which was the right decision, because she also was wearing just a towel around her waist. And I could see a bit of my dried cum still on the right breast. "Your sister takes forever to shower," she said.
