The sheets were partly splayed across my body as I awoke to the gentle burble of bodies trying to quietly enter the pool outside. My left leg was covered, and a couple of pillows were around my head. One was under my head, the other at an angle similar to the rest of the bedding.
Holy shit!
Did that really happen last night?
My mind turned over as I lay there under the white bedding with the cool air caressing the uncovered skin of my body.
Had I really fucked Mabel?
Was I right in thinking that her friend Jennifer had watched us?
Did Jennifer really want to watch?
I was fairly sure Jennifer had jumped on top of my cock when I had reached the point of no return with Mabel.
I think Jennifer took the biggest load of cum I had ever produced, then quietly got dressed and walked out without saying a word.
Holy shit!
As I rolled over to check the time, it all dawned upon me as I slowly woke up and life became more coherent.
It was true.
There was an eighteen-year-old shy, quiet, devoted Christian girl in the house carrying more of my sperm than I had ever created in a single ejaculation.
I had been inside her for no more than thirty seconds. In that time I had pumped more cum inside her than I thought possible.
Holy shit!
I had just fucked my best friend's little sister. My best mate from our earliest schooling memories and her nerdy churchie friend had jumped me and taken the load I had pent up watching the little sister's gorgeous body bounce on my cock, her lips wrap around my shaft, the way her pussy and ass had tasted, the way she had struggled to keep quiet when she'd climaxed on my tongue, then my dick all while her brother and parents slept in the very same house.
Holy shit, Mabel was hot--her body was out of this world, but her quiet confidence was also sexually charging. She carried herself with the maturity of a much older soul. No wonder Jennifer had founded such a strong friendship with her. Mabel brought her the confidence and self-assurance she needed.
Thinking about the events last night had already given me an erection, and I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. I feared there was going to be a family breakfast, and I would have to try and act naturally. The worst thing I could do to look natural was to try and act it. I was a devastatingly bad actor.
I had one arm under my head and the other hanging off the side of the bed as I enjoyed the mental video of the events of the evening prior.
I slid the hand that was off the bed under the covers and grasped my cock and gave it a few strokes. I could literally jerk off right now thinking about the actions of last night, but alas, I was, after all, a guest in a house, and I really shouldn't be found wanking in the guest bed as thirty something years old. Besides, I could smell bacon cooking.
I told myself to take it easy.
The splashing noises continued outside in the pool. It was a cool morning--I could tell because my exposed skin was being refreshed each time a draft danced over it.
I let my cock settle back into an acceptable state before rousing out of bed and putting a towel around my waist as I searched for something appropriate to wear.
I found my boxer shorts I had packed yesterday to wear to bed before we'd decided to have a few drinks, and I'd made a couple of more liberated decisions.
I slung them on, made up the bed as best I could, and headed out of the guest room, up the hallway to the main bathroom.
As I made my way, I glanced out over my right shoulder towards the pool, curious as to who was in there. I'd figured it would be Tom, eager to sort out what had to be a decent hangover after his efforts the night before with a dip in the water to ease his throbbing head.
Nope.
It was Mabel and Jennifer. They were both sitting in the shallow end, deep in conversation. As there was no one else watching, I took in a good view of them both. Mabel in a black bikini, looking vivacious as her bikini top curved perfectly around her bust, encasing her cleavage in a frame that would make any art gallery proud. Funny how the simple things in life are often the best. A plain black bikini on an incredibly well-shaped body, garnished with flowing red locks of wavy hair, sat in the shallow water on an angle that only accentuated her curves.
Her hair was wet; she had obviously been under the water, and she had her hair pulled back over her head.
Jennifer was also in her swimwear. However, hers was a much more conservative one piece, predominantly white, with thick blue stripes running one way and fine lavender color stripes in the opposite direction. Her hair was also wet, but it appeared she had been under the water most recently.
Jennifer's hair was long. When it was wet, it reached midway down her back. It was blonde, and it fell into a similar wave to Mabel's. Her lips were full--not in a manner that suggested fillers, more like an innocent, country homestead fashion. She had white, perfect teeth and a lovely smile on the rare occasions one was offered. Her body was lean. Not unhealthy, but lean. Her figure matched this with a minimal bust but a well-defined figure that would look fantastic in a figure-hugging evening dress or activewear. Her legs looked toned, along with her ass, which was proud and firm.
If you didn't know her, you could assume that she was arrogant or stuck up.
Mabel saw me gazing out towards the pool. She waved and shot me a full smile. A smile that included her eyes. The sort of smile that came from the heart--not a superficial 'tick the box' smile. Her confidence allowed her to be engaging and wholesome even in what could have been an awkward position.
I smiled back.
Jennifer looked up at me then looked straight back down at the bottom of the pool, or her feet--anything but me.
I felt sorry for her. She'd been curious last night and had followed through on her lusty inclinations to now be fraught with self-doubt and feelings of guilt. Her family would not be at all happy if they knew what happened. She was probably preparing for confession or something similar; the church they went to was one that did that sort of thing.
She wasn't arrogant or stuck up. She was reserved, shy, and seemed to be a little bit stuck inside herself. Her family had seemingly liked that she was conservative--after all, it seemed to fit their ideal for a young lady. The best thing for her, in my opinion, was to bounce off the confidence and maturity that Mabel brought her.
I continued up the hall and through the kitchen. Tom and Mabel's parents were cooking breakfast for us all. Bacon, eggs, hashbrown, and coffee are all combined to create an air of breakfast in a summer house next to a lake somewhere beautiful.
"Good morning!" I began. Hoping to sound confident. It worked.
"Good morning, how are you today?" their mother replied.
"Good morning, boy. How are the parents going?" Their father had asked a second question before I could answer the first.
"Thankyou. I'm going well. Yep, the parents are really happy. Their new place is so good for them now." I was hoping to answer both questions at once.
I'd nearly forgotten the real reason I was there at all. To help my parents move to their new, smaller place.
"That's fantastic. Make sure you say hello to them for us. We haven't seen much of each other since you boys finished school." Their mother took over the topic while the dad continued beavering away in the kitchen.
"Oh, I'll definitely do that; they feel exactly the same. Thanks again for letting me stay. It was a bit like old times." Almost all of that was true, I thought to myself after I'd finished saying it.
"We're going to have to get moving before we eat, unfortunately. Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes. We have to get over to the mechanic first thing this morning to drop off our car. We're supposed to be at golf in an hour.
No worries. Thanks for cooking for us. I'll go and check in on Tom.
