Tony stood in the kitchen looking out into the back yard. He had just started the load of bedding he had stuffed into the washer in the pantry. Sipping coffee from a mug he eyes the next door neighbor, a portly middle aged man preparing to trim his fence line with a weed eater.
"Morning Clyde. I wonder how trustworthy you are." He squints in thought.
Hearing footsteps race down the staircase he turns leaning on the kitchen counter.
Wiggling into view came both Becca and Rose wearing twin black bikini's and holding large towels. Cleavage bulging and begging to be free they sprint into a hugging match against Tony. He had to lift his mug over them to avoid spilling his coffee.
"Those are some serious dental floss bikini's there. I think I'd be hiding those from Kendra."
Rose moves away first and smirks, "Daddy loved it when we wore these." Did he really?
"Bet he did." Tony raises an eye brow.
"Want to oil us up Tony?" Becca raises her bottle of lotion.
"Naaa! You two go out there and help each other."
Rose hears a small motor start up and tiptoes high enough to see the neighbor.
"Is that the neighbor Kendra warned us about?" She squints.
Tony nods, "That would be Clyde."
"Ewww!" Becca groans at the sight.
Tony reaches over and lifts her chin, "Be nice. Respect your elders. For that remark you get to introduce yourself first."
Rose giggles, "Maybe Clyde should oil her up."
Staring at Rose, Tony puckers.
"Oil yourselves up. Each other that is. Give him a show but be nice to him. Don't go too far just in case he tells your Momma."
The girls join at the hip while cringing.
"How far is too far?" Becca coughs up.
"Untie your tops when you lay on your belly's. Keep those Biggun's hidden. Otherwise just get your tan on. If I come get you and scold you in front of him it's just an act. That will help if he tells Kendra about it."
The girls nod as he uses his thumb to encourage them out the door. Scampering out Tony closes the door behind them and steps aside to observe.
Becca in the lead shuffles through the lush green grass that could have used mowing. She and Rose ignored Clyde Barlow at the moment while they located the ideal spot to lay down their large beach towels.
Clyde had noticed their arrival as he edged his chain link fencing that had bushes aligning his yard. He ogled them instantly but kept his trimmer in motion to avoid their discovery of the fact. He knew silencing the trimmer meant that they would notice him drooling over them.
Under his breath he huffs, "Good God Almighty. Who have we here?"
Clyde was a divorcee of ten years and seldom dated. Mostly due to his portly out of shape lifestyle and awkwardness in approaching the ladies. He settled for internet porn and plenty of girly movies in his DVD player. It wasn't often that he experienced young ladies of this caliber without going to a strip club. He decided it best not to freak them out and moved to the back of his property line for awhile. He would return once the girls had settled in to tan. They did look awfully young.
Rose waited until Clyde turned away to untie her top and expose her bulging 36C's and shake them directly at him had he been looking. She giggled as Becca did the same, before both girls dropped to their knees and cracked open the oil bottle. Laughing as Clyde wasn't there to witness it, the girls oiled each others chests and tugged at their nipples. A continued swath of oil over the rest of their bodies they finally stretched out on their stomachs. The sun felt wonderful.
Inside the house Tony shook his head at their boldness. Clyde would have stroked out had he seen them. Hearing the washing machine continue he set his coffee down and moved away from the laundry room.
Clyde Barlow had clipped as much as he could in the back and decided to prowl toward the girls side of his yard once again. Quickly noting the removal of their tops his eyes bulged. So did his khaki shorts. His free hand squeezed his junk for better comfort as it grew in size.
Gritting his teeth Clyde let up on the trimmers trigger button to quiet it down. The immediate change in noise attracted Becca and Rose to look up and take notice.
Clyde offered them a puzzled look as he hid his lower region behind a shrub then looking down at them. They were only a mere twelve feet minimum from him.
"Well hello there. I didn't know Kendra had guests. Who might you two be?" He expressed curiosity aloud.
Becca knowing Tony had informed her to be the first to introduce herself lifted up on her elbows allowing her crushed chest to dangle. With only her nipples hidden, she leered his direction smiling.
"Hi. We're Kendra's daughters. I'm Becca. This is Rose."
Rose joined her in the same pose and tilted slightly to wave up at him. In her particular angle Clyde caught a glimpse of her darkened areola.
"I surely had no idea Kendra had kids. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name's Clyde."
In unison they giggle and both call out, "Hi Clyde."
The perfectly timed verse tormented his erection to the point of severity. He had to growl at his discomfort.
"Becca and Rose. Lovely names. Now that I look at you I certainly see Kendra in your features."
"We're cuter." Becca giggled.
Rose then opted to blow Clyde a kiss to continue his torture.
"Why thank you young lady. That made my day. How old are you two?"
"Sixteen. Can you tell we're twins?" Rose winks lying about their age. Let the old pervert think otherwise.
"I can see that. I bet it's hard telling you two apart sometimes." He smirks laying his trimmer against the bushes.
"There's only one way to tell us apart. But, we can't tell you how." Becca bites her lower lip mischievously.
"Oh really." Clyde raised an eye brow, "You have to tell me now."
Becca chuckles and teeters back and forth on her elbows. Exposing her own areola toward him.
Rose turns her profile toward her sister and kicks her feet into the air playfully. The wrinkle of her bikini bottoms dipping snugly into her concealed butt crack made Clyde wince.
"Should we tell him?" Becca reaches over and palms Rose on the shoulder.
Rose brightens her eyes, "We could just show him."
"That might get us into trouble. Clyde seems nice, but Kendra and Tony would kill us." Becca grits her teeth looking at Clyde.
Rose returns her gaze to Clyde who had to overt his eyes from her ass quickly.
"My sister's right. I would love to show you but we don't know you. You might tell our Mom or her boyfriend. Mom's at work but Tony is inside the house."
Clyde nods with a frown, "I understand." The thought of them being underage making him uneasy. Maybe it was for the best, "Your Mom's a sweet lady. Getting you into trouble is not an option. You can tell me another day when you know me better."
Rose felt bad by his expression. Well, not necessarily bad but more that she wanted him to know and witness his reaction. She looks back at her sister for confirmation then both girls look toward the house to see if Tony was watching them. He was no where in sight.
Mischief took over.
Rose darts her gaze back toward Clyde, "I'll show you. If you tell on us we will never speak to you again."
"Our secret." Clyde zips his lip shivering. Still uncertain he should allow it.
Another look back for Tony to make certain he wasn't looking Rose literally sits up and crawls to her knees. In doing so Clyde was given a full frontal view of her bulging tits and firm belly.
Rose moves her fingers to her bikini bottoms and exposes her tiny patch of pubic hair trimmed into the shape of a rose and stem.
"There. I'm Rose. Can you see it?"
Clyde's eyes bulged at her bravery. The tiny strip of hair was beautiful. Squinting at it Rose lowered the clothe even more revealing her pussy ever so slightly.
"Oh, I see it now. Very nice." He began sweating over his guilt.
Becca jumps up jealous of her sister and offers her own vantage point, peeling her bottoms low to show her perfectly smooth pubic region.
"See? She has the rose. I'm silky soft." Becca bites her lower lip excitedly.
Stammering Clyde begins to tremble from fear of being caught.
"You girls better lay back down. I don't want you to get caught. I'll never tell your Mom. You can trust me."
Both girls fall back into place and smile at him. He had to wipe his brow with a hanky from his back pocket.
