It was about ten in the morning, I was stretched out on a lounge chair near the pool, taking in some rays and sipping on a tall glass of iced tea when Sherri made an appearance. And what an appearance it was. She was decked out in a snow-white string bikini that left little to nothing to the imagination. The tiny triangles that were supposed to cover her tits barely hid her areola from view, while the bottoms hardly covered her mound. When she turned around I saw that the back of her bottoms consisted of a string that disappeared between her round cheeks and tied at her hips.
“So, dress much sis?” I teased. Yes, under my sunglasses my eyes were drinking in the heavenly sight.
“Oh please, you like it, and you know it,” she shot back in her usual flippant style.
I was just about to say I’d love it, if it were on anyone but her, but didn’t get the chance. Because at that very moment mom decided to join us. My cock went from semi-hard to rocket ready for launch in a split second. Mom was wearing an exact duplicate of my sister’s outfit. Talk about double jeopardy! They must have conspired to see which one could give me a heart attack first. Both almost did after they dove into the water, swam around a bit then come out. The water must have been a might chilly, because each of their nipples were as hard as diamonds, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The water had turned their suits transparent. My cock grew painfully hard in my swim trunks as I eyed both of them like some lecherous old man at a nude beach. Sherri’s areola were still the pink I remembered, but mom’s seemed to have gotten a little darker with time. They were a pale brown color that contrasted starkly with the white of her top. Further examination revealed that mom still maintained a nicely trimmed bush, the red hairs clearly visible. Sherri however showed no such growth, so I assumed she still waxed her’s.
I guess I had been staring too long because Sherri tapped mom’s shoulder, pointed at me and squealed, “Look, he’s got a boner!”
Their raucous laughter followed me all the way to my room. Of course we all know what I did after I slammed the door shut. That’s right, I went into my en-suite and spanked my monkey half silly. Did I feel guilty, or remorseful for whacking my pud with thoughts of mom and Sherri swirling around in my head? Fuck no! I figured since I wasn’t actually poking them, then no harm, no foul. Let them feed my fantasy, it was going to be a long summer anyway, may as well enjoy it. I slept like a rock that night.
The next morning I came downstairs for breakfast dressed in just my boxers. Mom and Sherri were already there seated on stools around the kitchen island and grinning at me when I entered. Sitting open next to a vacant stool was what appeared to be my laptop.
With a chuckle mom pointed at the laptop and said, “You might want to check your Facebook page.”
I pulled the stool out and sat down then turned the laptop so I could see the screen. It was already loaded onto my home page, and right there in living color was a recent photo that had been added. It showed me lying in bed, obviously asleep, with my arm draped over a life-sized blow-up doll. The photo was captioned, ‘My Girlfriend’ in bold print. I could feel the anger welling up inside me. Turning I glared at them.
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