6A: Rani
I woke up a few minutes after 5 to use the bathroom; and just on a hunch, I put on a short robe and walked across the house to the den.
And sure enough, Missy was still there: the Kiss the Cook shirt was on the floor next to the couch where we'd left her, on top of her own shirt and shorts, but she was asleep on a different couch. Had she wandered off to the bathroom in the middle of the night wearing just her panties? Hopefully not, especially with Steve and Susie and the twins in the house.
I gently shook her awake. After a moment's disorientation, she shook her head and said "I shouldn't have had that second beer. I don't think I did anything too awful, did I?"
"No. But you got a little loopy, and Mark was being a dick about it." Missy seemed fine now, but Mark had had a point: she didn't get drunk after a couple beers by any means, but she did lose some of her impulse control.
I picked up her shirt from the floor and helped her on with it. "We're all out of guest rooms tonight, so you can stay with us." When we got to the master bedroom, she pulled off the shirt and crawled into bed next to Rick, I took off the robe and got in on the other side of her, and we all fell back asleep.
6B: Scotty
Somebody walking around upstairs woke me up around sunrise. Sounded like more than one person, actually: were my aunt and uncle walking to the bathroom using the buddy system?
More importantly, Gail wasn't in my bed anymore. We'd both fallen asleep after fucking for a second time.
I had fucked my twin sister. I wasn't sure what I was feeling about that: on one hand, it was the greatest thing I'd ever experienced. On the other hand, you're not supposed to fuck your own sister. And we'd both been virgins, too.
And yes, I had come pretty close to fucking my cousin, but this was worse.
As I thought about exploring Gail's body, and wishing I were doing it again right now, what I'd been half-thinking suddenly came together:
It couldn't have been her the previous night, sucking my dick and shoving her pussy in my face, because the pussy I'd been licking was clean-shaven and my sister had hair there. Not a lot, it was soft and a little wispy, but it was there. So who...?
6C: Cathy
When the alarm went off at 7:30, I saw that Gail was in the bed next to mine, sprawled out over the blanket, wearing a long t-shirt that had moved up her body enough to expose most of her panties.
When I'd gotten home last night, she was mostly under the blanket, but she seemed to have been naked. And when some noise woke me up in the middle of the night, she was gone completely, probably visiting the bathroom, presumably after putting on her t-shirt and panties.
My mind wasn't on Gail right now, but rather on last night's pool party: it hadn't gotten completely crazy, of course, and I guess it didn't compare to skinny-dipping the night before and jerking off Scotty in the pool, but there were several girls running around topless -- including me, if you count how often my bikini top came loose. Up until last night, only about half a dozen guys had ever seen my breasts: now that number had tripled, and that included Barry, whom I'd pretty much grown up with.
At least he hadn't been one of the guys who'd touched me.
Another number that more than tripled: the number of guys who've touched my breasts.
Not that it was only me, of course: all the girls got touched, even Gail. And most of the guys got their dicks grabbed by more than one girl.
I'm surprised the whole thing didn't turn into a big orgy, but I guess we're not that wild a bunch.
I woke up Gail. I knew my mother wanted to make breakfast for everybody before everybody took off: my father had work, but my mother was taking the day off to take my aunt and uncle into the city for the day for some special museum exhibit.
With Barry gone for the day (he was probably gone by now, having left around 7 for a day trip to the country with his girlfriend and her family -- OMG, Barry saw my boobs and he probably still hasn't seen
his girlfriend's
!), Vicki tagging along on the museum trip, and the Conways working, it would be just me and my cousins today.
I figured I'd discuss plans with them at breakfast, but it wasn't to be: Gail asked if she could join the museum trip, and suggested that since Scotty had come home late from the party, we should let him sleep in.
It didn't escape me that this would leave Scotty and me alone here all day. I'd really taken the "teasing" thing about as far as I could, so now... did I want to actually fuck my cousin? Should I go down to the guest room as soon as everybody left, crawl into his bed and take his virginity -- if he wanted me, and I was sure he did.
Or maybe just give him his first blow job, not really go all the way yet?
The decision was taken out of my hands because moments after everybody left, almost as if he'd been waiting for everybody to leave, he came upstairs, headed straight to the kitchen, and began scrounging around for food.
There were still a few strips of bacon on the table, he found some cereal, and I poured him a glass of milk.
He didn't seem all that surprised when I told him Gail was gone, and then he asked me what I wanted to do today. I considered "throw me down on the kitchen floor and fuck my brains out" -- but since it was already over 80 degrees, I suggested we hang out at the Conways' pool for a while, before it got too hot like yesterday.
I gave some thought to what to wear to the pool: Last night's suit was the hottest thing I had, but it was still cold and wet. Then again, if I jumped into the water as soon as we got there, that would hardly matter.
And who knows, since it would just be the two of us, I might not even have the top on for very long.
I pulled it on, shivering a little as the cold fabric (what there was of it) clung to my breasts (what there were of them). As I adjusted it, I wondered why I was so surprised I kept exposing myself last night.
Scotty was ready well before I was, of course. Then I grabbed the sunscreen and some drinks, and we walked over to the Conway house.
We cut through the back yards as always, and when we got to the gate I punched in the code and we walked through.
We rounded the side of the house to the patio and there, lying on a deck chair, was Mrs. C.
Wearing only a brief bikini bottom.
We all noticed one another at the same time, and all three of us said some variation of "Oops, sorry!" at once, then I said "No, it's your house, you have a right to--"
"But you had no reason to think I'd be playing hooky from work --"
