I awoke the next day to an empty bed around midday. Emily and I had wanted nothing more than to pass out together on the couch, but we didn’t want Mel to catch us just yet. Neither of us was worried about actually being caught out–since Mel was cool with it–but instead, we wanted to protect our plan to fuck with our platinum-haired sister. So, we managed to drag ourselves to my flat in the middle of the night, not even bothering to put our clothes back on. I was so exhausted I must have slept through Emily waking up and her attempts to rouse me for breakfast.
I rarely missed breakfast, and right now, my stomach was practically banging its plate and fork in a riot at the outrage.
I dragged myself out of bed and showered with a cool spray. I had often opted for cold showers back home to conserve hot water and save money, even if it was winter. But here in Australia, the cool showers felt amazing. The nights were unusually warm for me–even though my sisters had explained that the worst of summer was already over–and the extra-curricular activities I shared with my lovers often left me wanting a refreshing rinse-off each morning. Or a dip in the pool. Today… I thought I’d do both.
I scrubbed myself clean, dried off, and pulled on a pair of shorts before stepping outside. The sun was high overhead, beating down on my bare skin like a hammer to an anvil, My skin was still slightly moist from the shower, and a cool breeze blew my way, causing goosebumps to race along my arms pleasantly.
Emily’s voice drifted up from the backyard as I made my way down to the pool, along with some old rock track I’d heard a thousand times on the radio back home. I knew the band and song and immediately started singing along softly as my lover came into view.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Emily grinned, turning to face me. “Did you sleep well?”
“Next to you, who wouldn’t,” I winked and took a moment to take in her choice of outfit.
Emily’s bikini top was a relatively modest black piece with white trim that covered her perky breasts and pushed them together, creating an enticing display of cleavage. She wore denim shorts that hugged her hips and rode low, hinting at the matching bikini bottom she wore beneath. Her long, wavy brown hair hung down to her lower back, and her skin seemed to almost glow with a soft sheen. I immediately started thinking about the night before and how amazing she felt in my arms.
I stood there for what must have been a full minute as I drank Emily in, and she knew it. She offered me a sweet smile, then bit her bottom lip before spinning away with a flick to her hips.
“Where’s Mel? I asked, my eyes never breaking away from her ass as she worked.
“Right where I need to be,” Mel said, striding through the back door with a stack of plates. “Need a hand with anything?”
I turned to Mel and was equally floored with her as I was with Emily. I would have thought I’d grown accustomed to sexy women wearing hardly anything around this house by now, but I wasn’t. Mel’s hair was loose today, flowing down her back to her tight ass like a snowy cloak of the finest silk. Mel was dressed in a scandalously tiny bikini of plain black. The straps of her bikini looked almost wider than the tiny rectangles that covered her small, pale nipples, and the minuscule patch of cloth between her legs would have been lucky to cover a single pubic hair–If she’d had any.
“Woah,” I said, staring blatantly at Mel’s near-naked body.
“I think we broke him,” Mel said to Emily.
“I’m sure there’s something we can do to fix him,” Emily giggled, turning away from the food she had been preparing.
“Food first. I’m starving,” Mel said, her eyes lingering on my bare chest as I ogled her body.
Emily had prepared a light lunch of burritos and tacos. The salads and meats were laid out neatly before us so we could make out own. I hadn’t ever had a homemade burrito before, and it took three tries before Mel showed me how to roll one without the insides falling out.
“You want to make sure it’s nice and tight,” Mel said as she rolled my burrito.
Her words–as always–held a second meaning as she stood between me and the table. Her tight ass pressed hard against my crotch while I held onto her hips as I watched her demonstration.
“I get it now,” I said softly into her ear as I pressed my cock harder against her. “Thanks for the hand.”
I grabbed my plate of food and kissed Mel on the cheek before slipping away from my platinum-haired sibling. It was one of the toughest things I’d ever done, but Mel’s barely audible groan of disappointment was worth it.
The twins and I sat around eating, talking, and laying out in the sun for most of the day. I’d spent a lot of time with Emily yesterday and planned to hang out with Mel more today, but the twins seemed content to lounge around the pool and swim. I had no objections what-so-ever, especially after Emily shimmied out of her shorts and dove into the pool.
It was like living in the Playboy mansion.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Emily said, climbing out of the pool.
“Need someone to scrub your back?” Mel asked, and I wasn’t sure if she asked for herself or me.
“Tempting,” Emily grinned. “But no, it’s okay. You two enjoy yourselves.”
I felt Emily’s departure was more than just her desire to shower, and I didn’t think Mel had anything to do with it. My wavy-haired lover was setting her sister up again.
And now it was my turn.
Mel had laid herself out on one of the pool chairs. The large, floppy hat and oversized black sunglasses gave her the look of a spoiled brat. The sun seemed to bounce off her porcelain skin that shimmered with the oils she meticulously applied to herself whenever Mel exposed herself to a lot of sun. It helped keep her skin as white as snow and softer than silk.
“I love it when you stare at my body,” Mel said suddenly, and I realised I was staring openly.
“I can’t help it,” I smirked. “You’re just too distracting.”
“Says the hunk of a man with his shirt off in my vicinity,” Mel pursed her lips.
“You could take yours off, too,” I said, eyeing her barely concealed breasts.
Mel sat up and stripped her minuscule top from her body without hesitation, flinging it in my direction.
“That’s better,” Mel grinned.