Mr Karlsson owned a furniture store. Most of the stock was imported, high-quality. The global pandemic had upset business for a time. Until people started getting retrenched or working from home and suddenly many of his wealthy customers had time for renovations and home improvements. Business began to grow again.
Things went even better once his two daughters started helping. They worked a few hours each week, managing stock and orders while Mr Karlsson took care of his customers.
Some customers, mainly the men, seemed to enjoy dealing with his eldest daughter, Summer. She was twenty-two and gorgeous, five-nine with a sweet face surrounded by long blonde hair. It was her habit to wear clothes that showed off her killer legs, C-cup breasts and shapely, rounded bottom. Mr Karlsson assumed that such clothing was merely modern and fashionable. And Summer didn't mind the attention of the male customers in the least.
Her father was a deeply religious man. Since the death of his wife from illness he'd become even more engaged with his religion. And he had strong views about how a young lady should act. Boyfriends were not permitted. On the other hand, Mr Karlsson knew very little about modern courtship or the behavior of young people. He had a mind to protect his daughters but he knew little about the lust of young men and never suspected what they really thought about Summer. Nor did he appreciate that she was a terrible flirt.
Summer had learned that from watching her mother. At first it had seemed like harmless fun. Mr Karlsson seemingly had been oblivious to his late wife's behavior. More was the pity since she would have been grateful for more adventure in the bedroom.
Later, as Summer blossomed as a young woman, she'd also learned to enjoy the torment she could cause to her male admirers. The torment seemed only fair since Summer, too, felt the fire of lust. Just as she'd seen her mother do, it was a welcome distraction to make men blush and stumble over their words.
The younger daughter, April, never seemed to garner as much attention. Not from her father and not from other men. A year younger, she was a little shorter and her blonde hair framed a more plain-looking face. Her legs were not as shapely as her sister's. Her butt seemed a little too large. But April, too, appreciated the power that women have over men and was just as addicted to flirting. Her DD-sized breasts were usually worn under tight clothes that displayed her wonderful cleavage.
Yet, April was acutely aware that men gravitated to Summer ahead of her. For a long time that had not mattered. Their father would never allow her to have a boyfriend. But, having reached her majority, April was also gripped by incredible curiosity about boys and a powerful lust to find out.
Their worlds were upturned when Tim came to work for their father in the furniture store. He was the perfect age as far as each was concerned. They both thought him handsome. And suddenly they had an excuse to spend time in the close company of a red-blooded male.
********************* Tim was a good-looking young man. Aged twenty-five, he'd been stood down from his job not long after the pandemic really hit. Selling furniture was not his thing but he had a keen mind for business and a contact of a close friend had approached him about the job.
He knew from the start that Mr Karlsson was a conservative fellow -- the bible on his office desk was a dead giveaway. Like other men, Tim could not help but notice the two daughters when they came to the store. The younger one had huge tits that she seemed to always flaunt. The older daughter was a real looker and seemed especially welcoming on his first day.
Tim wasn't interested in chasing after the boss's daughter -- either of them -- since he intended this to be a short-term gig. Besides, it was a certainty that Mr Karlsson had brought them up in a strict household and would object instantly if he suspected anything.
He could not help noticing, however, how much attention Summer, the older one, gave him whenever she was in the store. Tim was a healthy, athletic young man with a lovely smile. It wasn't unusual for women to smile at him or want to swap chit chat. After a few days, however, he put it down to harmless flirting -- nothing more. It was strange that a young woman from such a religious family would behave that way. He'd assumed the sisters would be as straight-laced as their father.
Until his third week, Tim had tried not to pay much attention to the sisters. What he could never have guessed that Summer and April, despite trying so hard to be good girls for so long, were experiencing a deep lust for sex. Tim was the perfect opportunity.
The day arrived when Summer had somehow gotten to the store after study without a car. Would Tim mind giving her a lift home? Tim was happy, especially since it would keep him in the boss' good books.
What bothered him was that Summer kept wanting to touch his hand. She gave him that smile of hers and looked straight into his eyes. Tim knew enough to realise the danger. Surely it was a trap? Or a test? Mr Karlsson was a strict man and he'd never accept Tim even thinking of messing around with his eldest daughter. But Summer was so sweet and she was giving out all the signals. Tim even wondered whether she'd undone one of the buttons on her dress before getting into the car. He got home with a boner and a sore head from trying to work out what Summer was up to.
When the same thing happened the next week, Tim knew something was going on. This time Summer was touching him and brushing against him as they walked to his car. One hand wrapped around his arm as if she was testing his bicep. She had to know she was making him crazy. But Tim still was certain nothing could ever happen. he had no idea about how horny and sex-crazed a "nice" young woman could be.
Because Summer was not like her mother in one important respect. Although a dedicated flirt, her mother had never done anything more than make men lust after her. She took her vows seriously. Her head was often filled with dreams of passionate love-making with other men, something more adventurous and fulfilling than her humdrum husband. The mother never took things any further. Summer, on the other hand, knew that she did not want to go through life like that -- always wondering and never knowing. Despite promises of chastity (not least to her father) she had started to masturbate compulsively. And now handsome Tim had come into the store. She began to find excuses to help out whenever Tim was working.
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April Karlsson had an altogether different reaction to the flirting between her sister and Tim. She knew exactly what Summer was up to. It always happened like that -- the older, more beautiful sister got the attention and the rewards. But April, too, was feeling the power of lust. Already she'd embraced the sin of masturbation. She needed more. The younger sister began to sulk and to be rude to Tim when they were in the store together. And that was happening more often. It was feeling like a competition between the two sisters. Tim could not help but notice the difference in behavior.
After a week f that that, Tim had almost had enough. He still needed the job and the money it gave him. But he was starting to think that the crazy behavior exhibited by the sisters was not worth it. He told himself nothing good would come from this -- Summer was a prick tease and April was just a bitch.
It came to a head when April found a reason to be in the store late done day. She demanded a lift home and Tim felt he had no choice. All the way to the car she sulked and then she muttered something under her breath. He'd had enough.
"Jeez, April. Do you have to be a bitch all the time?"
"Me? I'm not the bitch. My sister is the bitch. Oh, but you like her and not me. Don't you?"
Tim tried to deny it. He didn't need the aggravation. But April wasn't about to let it go.
"She's always smiling at you and talking to you. And you let her and you smile back. Its always her the boys talk to and never me."
"Jeez, April. I like you as well. But you can be pretty grumpy."
"Summer is beautiful and I've never even had a boyfriend. Its not fair," she came back, seemingly on the edge of tears.
"I think plenty of boys like you. Just don't be so grumpy."
"Summer is not a virgin," she said with anger. "You know that? She had sex with a guy last year. But Father doesn't know."
"That's not really any of my business. Or yours."
But April was determined. She was incredibly horny and fed-up with not being able to do the one thin g that would really relieve that. Imagining her sister with Tim, having sex, had made her feel even more desperate. Now she was prepared to throw caution to the wind.
"I've got better breasts than she does. Look."
Tim didn't want to look. He wanted to get out of this craziness. But if Tim had understood the power of the lust coursing through April he'd not have hesitated. They were sitting in his car and the young woman next to him was undoing her shirt to expose her juicy, bra-clad tits to him.
