I’m pulled out of my near coma like sleep by the incessant ring tone of my cell phone. Rubbing my eyes, I feel Mary stirring beside me as I stumble to the dresser.
“It’s my sister,” I say to Mary as I flip open my phone. “Hey.” I watch Mary’s delicious breasts rise as she arches her back and stretches her arms over her head.
“Hey, Mom and I are at the bagel shop around the corner. Do you want us to bring you something?” Susan’s voice booms from my phone. I cover it with my hand and turn to Mary.
“They’re right around the corner,” I whisper and then uncover the phone and answer my sister. “Yeah, sure. I haven’t had breakfast yet.” Mary is out of the bed in a flash, running naked down the hall before I can tell her she has a few minutes. I follow her to the sliding glass door and watch her race across the patio for her clothes.
“Okay we’ll see you in a few,” Susan says and I close my phone. Mary is bending over, picking up her skirt and I’m about to yell to her that they’ll be at least ten minutes when the back gate opens and Sam, our pool guy, takes two steps into the yard and freezes in his tracks.
Mary hears the gate open and turns abruptly, dropping her skirt in an attempt to cover herself. With one hand covering her pussy, she tries to hide her generous breasts behind her other hand and her thin arm. Sam just stares wide-eyed at her futile attempt to hide her nakedness.
Sam is thin and muscular, on the far side of sixty with leathery skin and a long gray ponytail. Dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans, he sets down his pool equipment without taking his eyes off of Mary’s body. Folding his arms across his bare chest his eyes appraise her voluptuous body.
“You could avert your eyes,” Mary says, glancing down at her skirt crumpled at her feet.
“Yes Ma’am, I suppose I could,” Sam says, smiling as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Well.” Mary says, exasperatedly.
“Well, what?” he asks, ceremoniously adjusting the front of his jeans.
“Are you going to avert your eyes so I can get dressed?” Mary asks.
“I don’t believe I will, ma’am,” he answers. “A beautiful woman like you has nothing to be ashamed of,” he adds.
“I’m not ashamed!” Mary retorts, “I’m just not an exhibitionist.”
“No ma’am, I never thought you were,” Sam smiles as Mary turns her back. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of from this side either,” Sam says, staring at Mary’s firm round ass cheeks.
Mary squats down, picks up her skirt and starts wrapping it around her. She doesn’t notice Sam moving closer to the pool as she uses both hands to fasten her skirt. He’s moved quietly around until he has a clear view of her front again.
“There’s nothing to see now, just my back,” Mary says triumphantly, looking over her shoulder to where Sam was standing. She whips her head around and finds him in front of her, staring at her chest.
“You are a perverted old man!” Mary screams turning around again and grabbing her bra from the lounge chair.
“I probably am,” Sam says, “and you’re just a woman skinny dipping in her neighbor’s pool… every pool man’s wet… um, fantasy, ma’am.” Mary almost laughs in spite of herself.
“You can say wet dream,” she says, “I’m a grown woman.” She fastens her bra and pulls her blouse over her head.
“That you are, ma’am,” Sam says appreciatively. Fully dressed, Mary walks over to where Sam’s standing.
“And you’re an asshole!” Mary cries as she slaps him hard across the face. Turning away, she walks back towards the house.
“You were worth every bit of that slap,” Sam says to her back and I watch her smile as she steps through the sliding glass doors.
“Could it get any worse?” she says to me. “First I sleep with my best friend’s son, then I put on a show for the perverted pool man. And you were a lot of help!” Mary turns to me accusingly.
“He thought you were skinny dipping in our pool. Did you want me to give him other ideas about why you were here?”
“No… no… you’re right.” Mary slips her flip-flops on and heads for the front door. “I better get out of here.”
“Mary?” I grab her arm and turn her towards me in a full embrace. “Last night was amazing.”
“You were amazing,” she kisses me lightly on the lips while wrapping her hands around my cock. “God, I’m getting wet again,” she sighs.
“Probably hot for the pool guy,” I tease, but she just smiles and uses both hands to stroke my hardening manhood.
“I really want to suck on this,” she says, squeezing my fully aroused cock. “Please come over later if you can, Nick.” She puts her mouth against mine and flicks her tongue over my lips.
“I will,” I answer, humping my cock into her hand and trying to push my tongue in her mouth.
“I better go,” Mary says as she pushes away from me and slips out the front door. I close it behind her, standing naked in the entryway with my cock sticking straight out in front of me. Turning towards the hallway, I head for the shower, anxious to wash off Mary’s scent before Mom and Susan get home.
I bask in the warmth of the hot water, reliving last night with Mary. It still seems unreal to have done all that without the transmitter. As I wash off the remaining evidence of our erotic encounter, my mind flashes to Tracy, the redheaded goddess, riding my cock after that insane blowjob she gave me. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.
Shampooing my hair with my head tilted back and my eyes closed, I hear the shower door slide open.
“Hey little brother,” Susan says quietly. “Mind if I join you?” My eyes are still closed as I attempt to rinse the soap from my hair.
“Not at all,” I answer, feeling her brush against me as she climbs into the shower. We’re in the main bathroom, which has a shower/tub combination, and I’m standing with my back to the spray head. With the soap rinsed out, I open my eyes and watch my naked sister squirt body wash into her hand. She smiles at me as she rubs her hands together and moves towards me. My cock springs to life instantly when my sister touches it with her soapy hands.
“Did you miss me?” she laughs. “Were you home all alone with no one to play with?” I decide not to answer that.
“How’s Danae?” I ask as my sister expertly massages my balls while lathering soap along my hard cock.
“She was really good,” Susan says, looking me in the eyes, “but she doesn’t have one of these.” She laughs as her hands continue to slide up and down the length of my cock.
“I knew that,” I laugh, “but I hear she really eats pussy well.” I pump my cock through my sister’s talented hands as I rub body wash across her tits.
“She has some wonderful techniques that I can’t wait to show Mom,” Susan says as I soap her perfect tits, teasing her nipples hard with my thumbs. “If I get a chance to… I mean… you know, if we’re going to continue… with Mom and Dad back together now.”