Going Nova: A Wide-eyed Adventure/Chapter 4: Dad’s Swimming Trunks

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Synopsis: The girls meet some boys, then head to the swimming pool. But do Mom and Dad really have to come, too?'

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The two third-graders stopped by the hamburger stand in the mall food court and ordered burgers, fries, and vanilla shakes and brought their trays to a small table. They sat down on the hard stools and Elsie grimaced. “Ohmygod, this skirt is still wet!”

Brie grimaced and looked down at her food, knowing that she was the cause of the wetness. But Elsie merely shrugged, flipped the skirt up behind her and over the seat, and sat with her panties and bare legs directly on the chilly stool. They scarfed down their food, not saying much to each other while doing so.

“So,” Elsie ventured a topic, “what does your dad think of all this?”

Brie glowered, “I don’t really know. I think he’s trying not to think about it. I mean, I don’t blame him. I’m trying not to think about it, too. The trouble is, I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. I finish up one session and it’s all I can do not to go to sleep. Then, before I know it, it’s time for round two. And it’s only been a day since I developed this…”

“Super-power!”

Brie broke into a smile at her friend’s insistence that she was some kind of superhero. “How do you think I’m gonna save somebody’s life with this kind of super-power?”

“Just because you have a super-power doesn’t mean you’re a super-hero. Maybe you’ll turn out to be a super-villain instead. The nefarious O-Girl is at it again, instilling fear wherever she goes… or comes!”

Brie choked on her shake. “Anyway… my dad has barely acknowledged it, so I don’t think it’s really affecting him at all. My mom has been trying to be helpful, but… it’s kinda embarrassing when she steps in.”

Brie noticed that her friend was barely listening. Instead, her attention was focused somewhere behind her. She twisted her neck around and noticed two cute boys, older than them by some years, staring back at them. She smiled self-consciously and turned back to her friend. “You’re not even paying attention to me, are you?”

“I’m listening!” Elsie feigned offense. “I can listen and flirt at the same time. I’m a multi-tasker. It’s a hallmark of my generation.” She fluttered her eyes at the two boys sitting across from her and demurely sucked the straw of her milkshake. She swallowed and continued, “You were saying your mom is helpful.”

“Well, she tries to be helpful, but I’m really not sure what to make of it.”

“What does she do?”

“She just seems super… concerned, I guess,” Brie said, remaining light on specifics. She was hesitant to admit to her friend that her mother had helped her masturbate in the car on Friday.

“She probably is concerned,” Elsie said, oblivious. “Moms are like that, but she loves you. She’s probably just looking out for you.” Elsie flipped her hair between her fingers, still sending vibes to the two boys at the other table.

Brie sighed, “But it’s more than that. Yesterday she— she offered to… help me.”

Elsie tore her attention away from the boys at last. “Get out. She wanted to help you… touch yourself?”

“Keep it quiet! But yeah, I mean, I think so.”

“You think so? Did you let her?”

“I don’t think so!” Brie was too self-conscious to admit the truth and tried to walk the subject back, “I mean, I don’t really remember for sure. Everything is so blurry. That would be weird, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh man, I would never let my mom play with me! But she’d never ask, either, thank goodness.” Elsie paused and then shifted her eyes around to make sure nobody was listening in. She leaned in with a smirk and continued. “I have gotten off with my sister before, though,” she said referring to her fourteen-year-old sibling.

Brie’s eyes widened, “What? Mallory fingered you?”

Elsie leaned back. “No, dummy, don’t be gross. That’s not what I’m saying. I just said we’ve gotten off together. It started when she was like twelve and I must have been seven.”

“Really? What was that like?”

“Well, we share a bedroom, you know?” Brie nodded, “One night before I fell asleep, I heard her.”

“You heard her?”

“Yeah, like I heard these sticky sounds, I guess, coming from her bed. I think she was just horny and wanted to jill off and probably thought I was asleep. But I wasn’t.”

Brie swallowed hard. “What did you do?”

“I watched her for a while. I was really interested in it at the time. I’m five years younger than her, as you know, and I had just started playing with myself not long before that. Like, I was even waiting for her to go to sleep so I could do the exact same thing. And I was laying on my side, already facing her, you know. So yeah, I watched her play with herself for a while and, I don’t know, like I said, I guess I was kinda feeling it, too. I figured if we were both doing it, it wouldn’t be that weird. So, I rolled over onto my back to start but that made her stop, like instantly. I think the sound startled her and she was embarrassed that she almost got caught. She probably thought I might’ve woken up.”

Brie leaned in intently. She couldn't believe Elsie was being so open about such an intimate experience.

“I laid there for a long time, not really sure if I wanted to actually go for it. And anyway, if she had started back up again, I don’t think I could have heard her if I wanted to, because my heart was pounding in my head. Finally, I figured if she was fine with doing that while I was there—even if she thought I was asleep—if she was desperate to take the risk of being caught by her kid sister, she probably wouldn’t be that embarrassed if I did the same thing. So I kicked off the covers and kinda start going at it. I’m rubbing my little clitty and fingering myself and I get loud enough that I know she can hear me. You know, I’m moaning a little bit, and I think she can hear the sloshing going on at my fingers.”

Brie licked her lips, which still tingled from their earlier tryst.

“Finally, all this tension started melting away. Before I knew it, she started up again and I could see her masturbating in the moonlight. She was a lot more obvious than before, and she started moaning, too. After that, I came pretty quickly, and so did she. It was kind of wild having an audience, even if it was just dumb old Mallory.”

Brie was fascinated, and plumbed for advice. “What happened after that? Was it awkward?”

“A little bit right afterwards, like the next day. We didn’t talk about it, but we both know what each other had done. But we had crossed that line, and eventually, when neither of us made fun of the other about it, we started doing it again. And we’ve actually done it a lot since then.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s always after the lights go out, and except for that first time, I usually always stay under the covers, since Mal always has.” At this point Elsie remembered the boys she was making eyes with again. Even though she was still conversing with her friend, she almost seemed to be talking to them, instead, though they were too far to hear the filth she was saying. “Whenever she starts, I usually join in. Sometimes I’ve been the one to start, just because I feel so horny, and she always joins in. It’s fun, and it’s just better with someone else, and at this point I trust my sister not to be embarrassing about it, like tease me for it and stuff.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never told me this before. I can’t believe you still have secrets I don’t know about.”

Elsie leaned in close again and whispered (albeit loudly), “I kinda wanna see what she looks like naked. She’s fourteen and has boobs now!”

Brie teased, “And you think it’s weird that my mom wants to help me when you’re such a slut for your sister.”

“First off, I’m not a slut for my sister. I’ve never touched her. And second off, fuck you, don’t slut shame.”

Brie acted faux-offended at the swear and giggled.

Elsie continued, “Anyway, with that out of the way, I would never have my mom help me with anything sexual, but clearly I can’t judge your situation. But I mean, I think your mom is way cooler than mine, anyway, and I suspect you agree.”

Brie frowned and conceded, “Yeah, I guess so. She can be pretty fun. Your parents are pretty strict.” She used the end of Elsie’s story to change the subject, “I just wish mine would give me some money once in a while.”

“We gotta get these boys to take us out.” Elsie nodded in their direction.

Brie turned around again and one of them winked at her. They were older, high schoolers, she guessed, but she did find them quite attractive. She turned back around and smiled at her friend.

Elsie returned with an impish grin. “I’ve got an idea to get them to notice us.”

“Um, Elsie, I think they already have.”

“No, I mean to really get their attention.”

“What is it?”

“Shh, just act normal.”

At that point, Brie’s mind could only fixate on how nobody can ever act normal when they’re told to act normal. She fished for something to say: “Um, soo, how are things?”

Elsie checked her surroundings to see whose attention they might have. The mall food court was bustling all around them, but, beyond the two boys, nobody seemed particularly concerned with them. When she felt she had a certain amount of anonymity, she reached under her new skirt, lifted her butt off the seat ever so slightly, and slid her panties down over it. Then she plopped bare-assed back down onto the plastic stool. As she did, she almost slid off the edge, which startled her. “Oop! Guess I’m still a little slippery down there!”

Brie was shocked, “Elsie, what are you doing?”

“Woo, this seat is a little chilly,” she winked.

Brie looked under the small diner table they sat at. She could only see Elsie’s legs. Her skirt, while short, draped over them and down over the stool slightly. She watched as Elsie once again reached under her skirt and peeled her boyshorts down her thighs to her knees. Brie’s heartbeat spiked and she looked across the table again at her friend, who was smiling dreamily at the boys. “What are you up to?”

Parrying the question, she asked, “You think they can tell what I’m doing from over there?”

Brie turned, red-faced, and looked at them. “Um, I—I don’t think so. I think I’m blocking their view.”

“Oh well, it’ll be more of a surprise once they figure it out.”

Brie looked around the food court again to see if anyone else was catching on to what Elsie was venturing, but the crowd appeared to remain oblivious. Again her eyes returned under the table. Elsie pushed her little kiddy panties over her knees and they slid freely down her legs to the floor. She stepped one foot out of them, then lifted the other to cross it. The undergarment dangled off of her raised ankle and, as she moved it over her knee, she slipped it off altogether, then crumpled it into her fist. Then she moved both her hands above the table to sit more or less normally once again.

“Holy shit, Elsie!” was all Brie could think to say. She could see swatches of the teal and yellow panties peeking out of her friend’s little balled fist. At least now her friend’s boyshorts weren’t hanging off her ankle, on display for the mall to see, so her heartbeat slowed a bit.

“Like I said earlier, I like not wearing undies sometimes.” Elsie winked again at the boys, “Now we match.”

Brie breathed deeply. Her chest felt flushed and hot. “Girl, you’re no good for my nerves these days. You’re being so rebellious all of a sudden.” Elsie just laughed. Brie asked, “So what are you gonna do with those things now?”

“C’mon.” Elsie got up and dumped her trash, then she headed for the boys. Brie could only follow behind. One of them had dark, wavy hair styled up, a black Nirvana tee-shirt, and gray zip hoodie. The other had light brown hair that was flopped down over his eyebrows. He wore a white tee-shirt with red text that said “it’s lit”. Elsie stalked toward them with the confidence of a tigress, but as the girls approached their target, the boys stood and, when Brie realized just how tall they were, she lowered her head bashfully. The elementary schoolers barely reached chest height of the taller one.

“Hey boys,” Elsie said, “What’s going on?”

“Just admiring the view,” the dark-haired boy replied.

“I don’t recognize you. You must go to a different school than us.”

He chuckled at her obvious remark. They were clearly teenagers to the kids’ nine years. “Totally. We’re from out of state. We’re home from college, visiting our parents for the weekend.”

“Really? College boys.” Elsie shot a look at her friend. She knew they were older, but she didn’t think they were that old. “Brothers, then?”

“Yeah, I’m Oliver. I’m the older one,” he said proudly.

“And I’m Hunter,” the boy in the white tee spoke up, then asked somewhat awkwardly, “So what about you two? Are you sisters?”

Elsie winked at Brie, “We have a few things in common—under the hood—but we’re not related. We’re besties. We do, like, everything together.”

“Nice,” Hunter replied with a dopy, too-big smile, as if the innuendo he had heard wasn’t intentional.

“So, did you find what you were looking for at the mall?” Elsie asked.

Oliver chimed in, staring intently at the two preteen girls, “I think maybe we have.”

“Well, we’re not done shopping yet. Wanna come along? We were thinking about looking around Hush-Hush.”

Brie gasped quietly at her friend’s provocative suggestion of the popular underwear store; neither of them had been in before as the sexy bras and panties were designed for adult women. The pre-pubescent girls didn’t even have breasts to fill out a training bra. Both boys gaped, as well, at the forwardness of the clearly underage girls. Oliver recovered quickly and spoke up. He wasn’t sure that it would be smart to accompany two children into that store unless he wanted to raise public suspicions about his intentions, “Bummer, we’d really love to watch you try some things on, but our parents are on their way to pick us up. We’ve got a family photo to take. It’s dumb.” He rolled his eyes. Still, he was picking up on a distinctly sexual vibe from the third-graders and the opportunity to see where it could go was too tempting. He quickly brightened up and dug into his pocket, producing a Sharpie and a scrap of paper, “We’re both pretty much free after that. Maybe we can get together this weekend sometime. Maybe you could give us your numbers?”

Brie was fairly impressed with the efficiency of the whole seduction. She was surprised how the boys were only too ready to take them out, even though they were just kids.

“That sounds great,” said Elsie, grabbing the marker, “But I’ve already got something to write on.” With that, she opened her fist and the brightly-covered kid’s panty within unfolded over her palm. Again the boys’ jaws went slack as she uncapped the marker with her teeth and proceeded to scrawl her number onto the fabric. She had to go over some areas a few times where the ink didn’t take and remarked, “I guess it’s a little wet here.”

Brie couldn’t believe how graphic her friend was. Again, she glanced around to see if anybody was watching. She caught the eye of an older man—the same one with the wife that earlier saw Elsie wandering Justine’s Place in just her panties and tee-shirt. Brie quickly broke eye-contact and stared at the floor. She wondered if he recognized the underwear pattern from not long before that day.

Elsie signed the panties “Zoey” and handed them over to Oliver. “Text me.” Oliver smiled roguishly.

Hunter interjected awkwardly toward Brie, “Uh, uh, what about you?”

She looked up, “What? Me?”

“Uh, can I get your number?” he stammered.

Brie blushed and paused bashfully. She did think he was cute and but wasn’t sure she wanted to give up her number. “I’m… not wearing anything I could write it on.”

Elsie quickly jumped in, “She’s mine, boys, so you can reach her through me.”

“Oh, nice. Well. Can I at least get your name?”

Brie also wanted an alias, but struggled to come up with something convincing: “Briley”.

“Briley. Uh, okay, nice.” Hunter smiled wide.

“Alright, see you losers later,” Elsie said. And at that, she spun, twirling her skirt, grabbed Brie by the shoulder, and marched them out of the food court and back into the mall proper. “Briley?” she said with a chuckle.

“I know! Shut up, I was nervous. My heart was beating a million miles an hour. That guy even saw you again.”

“What guy? What do you mean?”

“Oh! When you were in Justine’s Place in just your undies, a guy walked by and saw you.”

“Omg.”

“And he just saw you give those same undies to that college boy, too!”

“OMG. You have to point him out next time we see him.”

“Why? So you can give him ‘a story to tell his wife?’” Brie prodded.

“Haha, noo. I just want to know who he is. Well, actually, maaaybe,” she finished slyly.

“You’re incredible. This is a whole new side of you, Els.”

“Maybe it’s a whole new side of us—Briley,” Elsie teased.

Brie punched her friend in the shoulder playfully. “Don’t make fun of my name, bitch, my mom gave it to me!”

Elsie punched back. “Hah, sounds like your mom is really gonna give it to you, for real!”

“Ugh, you’re such a mother-fucker sometimes. Or a sister-fucker,” Brie ribbed bashfully.

“You’re hilarious,” Elsie replied sarcastically, then, like a puppy dog, suddenly she was on to a new subject. “Oh look, a makeup counter!” She wandered up to the kiosk in the middle of the promenade and smelled the perfumes. “Mmm, these smell so good. Come check this one out, Brie.” The label on the bottle said “Libertine”.

A couple of salespeople approached the children as they poked around the selection. One was a slender, well-tanned man with bleached white teeth. The other was a woman with dark hair and a pale complexion. She spoke: “Hello children, can I help you?”

Elsie frowned, “We’re not kids, lady. And we don’t need your help.” She turned away from them and continued on to the lipstick section.

The woman continued “Don’t be foolish,” she said brusquely. “We’re having a sale. Fifty percent off of Libertine stock. You would be fools to pass this up, silly girls.”

The two girls exchanged annoyed glances at the woman’s hard-sell tactics. Brie spoke quietly, “Let’s get out of here, this lady is weirding me out.” They took off from the counter.

As they left, the woman’s male co-worker attempted to corral her attitude, “Heather, you have to be more agreeable.” He felt like he should say something to apologize, so he caught up with the preteens before they got far. “Excuse me? Sorry girls, she meant no offense. We’re both fairly new at this, and Heather is sometimes not as affable as a salesperson should be.”

“She’s a real character,” Elsie commented flatly.

“If I may, I’d like one more chance to show you what we have. Like I said, we’re new at this, and we really need to make some sales. I really think you’re going to like our products.”

“That’s great,” Brie replied matter-of-factly, “But I can’t afford your products. I’m literally broke. We were just smelling them, anyway.”

“That’s okay,” the man stated quickly, “I think I have an opportunity where we can work out a sweet deal between the three of us.”

“Oh?” Brie brightened up slightly at the prospect of free beauty products.

“Here’s what I think we can do. We need to sell Libertine products, but nobody has heard of our brand before. I think if we can show their transformative power, people will really get interested. What if we gave you a six-months supply? How does that sound?”

Elsie’s jaw dropped, “For free?”

“Yes, for free.”

“Sign me up!”

The man laughed, but Brie barged back in. “Hold up, Els, why do I get the feeling there’s a catch?”

“You’re a smart girl,” the man said, “What’s your name?”

“Br—Briley.”

Elsie snorted quietly.

“Well, Briley, there is only one catch and that is that we’d like to have the two of you model Libertine in a live makeover performance. You’d simply have to sit in a chair while we do the rest: haircut, rejuvenation, and makeup. The whole works. It’ll be like a day at the spa! And we’re starting a partnership with Scarlet, too. You know, the fashion house?”

“Of course,” said starry-eyed Elsie.

“You might be able to walk the runway a few times with some of their latest summer pieces.”

“Modeling? That’s it?” Brie asked.

“That’s it.”

“But why us?”

“The idea just popped into my head just now, honestly! I thought Heather was very rude to you, and I wanted to make it up to you. And youth sells. You’re both so naturally beautiful to begin with, you’d help us sell our products for sure.” Both Brie and Elsie blushed at the compliment. “You’re not professionals already, are you?” he winked.

Brie smirked, taking the compliment. “No, we’re not.”

“Well then, this will be your first gig! Do you accept?”

The two girls swapped looks of confirmation and nodded. “I’m still in,” Elsie said.

“Sure!” said Brie, “That sounds like fun.”

“Great, let’s meet up back here at 1:00 pm tomorrow and we’ll get you all set up. Like I said, all you really have to do is sit there, but if you feel like hamming it up in the spotlight, I’m sure the audience will love you either way.”

They all shook hands, which made the girls feel very grown up, and parted ways.

“Wow!” exclaimed Elsie, “A free makeover and free makeup? We’re so lucky!”

Brie was equally enthusiastic, “I know, I haven’t had any new makeup in over a year.”

“Well, with Libertine you’ll be ahead of the curve at school again. All the other kids will be so jealous. That shit ain’t cheap.”

“You think Scarlet will let us keep any of their clothes, too?”

Elsie got even more amped, “I hope so. That would be so amazing. Free designer clothes!” Both girls squealed and jumped together.

Their money spent and with plans made for the following day, the third-graders decided to trek back home in the hot, humid afternoon. The sticky air hit them as they shoved the exterior door open, and they groaned in unison. Brie shaded her eyes from the bright afternoon sun and Elsie flipped her sunglasses down. As they trekked across the pavement, they heard a wolf whistle in their direction. They snapped their heads to look at the scoundrel and discovered 12-year-old Mia giggling self-satisfactorily.

“Fuck you, Mia,” Elsie shot out.

“Hey”, Mia called after them, “if you hotties wanna get out of the hot, hot heat today, and into your teeny-weeny bikinis, Carter and I are going to the public pool in a bit.”

Elsie held up her middle finger and cooly continued on her way, which only made Mia cackle.

To Brie, Elsie spoke, “So sticky out here. I’m so glad I took off my tights.” Then she smirked, “My undies, too, for that matter, heh.” She flipped the front of her skirt up and down rapidly, fanning her glistening, bald pussy.

“You’re gonna flash someone if you keep that up, Els.”

“Heh, I bet Mia wishes she was standing in front of me right now.”

“I’m beginning to wonder if you’re wishing the same thing,” Brie said with a knowing grin. “Still, I think she was on to something. A dip in the pool would feel pretty nice right about now.”

“You’re right, we should go! Besides, like I said, Mia’s actually really cool. You should get in good with her.”

The midday sun scorched their shoulders as they finished their walk back to their neighborhood. Sweat trickled down Brie’s body, causing her to feel a tingly tickle in her belly. She shivered with goosebumps, despite the heat.

They stopped by Elsie’s house so that she could drop off her loot and pick up her bikini. While she rummaged in her room, her fourteen-year-old sister Mallory wandered out and struck up a conversation with Brie in the foyer.

“Hey Brie,” she started.

“Oh, hey Mallory!”

“How are you feeling today?”

Brie blushed deeply. “Um, fine. I guess you heard about what happened at school.”

Mallory moved in for a hug. “Elsie told me what was up.”

Brie groaned into Mallory’s shoulder, “I don’t know how such a small girl has such a big mouth.” Embarrassed, she still felt safe enveloped within Mallory’s embrace.

“Hey,” Mallory lifted Brie’s chin and looked her in the eyes, “Don’t worry, Brie. She confided in me, and I can keep a secret. Els and I have lots of secrets that we’ll never tell anyone else about. You can trust me; it won’t go past Els and me.”

Brie couldn’t help but stare at the teenage girl. She now knew at least one of the secrets about her that she wasn’t supposed to know. She thought about the normal and charming girl holding her close, lost in the ecstasy of an orgasm while Elsie, the girl’s own sister, lay nearby in a similar state of climactic bliss. Her loins stirred slightly at the mental image of the two siblings masturbating together.

In a way, she felt equal knowing Mallory’s secret when she held a secret of her own. She also knew that, whether Elsie and Mallory could keep a secret, rumors were surely going to spread around the school either way. After all, she had cum all over her chair in the middle of class. After what she knew was too long of a pause, she snapped out of it. “Um, well, we’re going to the pool now!”

“Oh, cool. Today’s the perfect day for it, huh?”

“Yeah, you can come along, if you want. We’re meeting Mia there.”

“You’re friends with Mia?”

“Yeah! Well, no, not really. But she invited us out today. So, maybe?” Brie shrugged awkwardly.

“She’s pretty cool. Her boyfriend is in my grade, but they hang in a slightly younger circle than me. Thanks for the offer, but I’m sticking around in the central air. You won’t catch me out in that heat, even if I was fully naked.” Brie knew it was a joke, but didn’t laugh. She just swallowed hard as her chest fluttered at the incidental mention of nudity.

Just then, Elsie marched out of her room with a duffel bag of her things. She looked at her sister and said matter-of-factly, “You can’t come.”

“Too late, Brie already invited me.”

“Traitor.”

“But I’m not going, anyway, brat. Y’all are masochists going out there in that sun.”

“Alright, see ya!” As she passed by, Elsie swatted her sister hard on the ass. Mallory squeaked and then groaned in annoyance.

As they left her and the door closed behind them, Brie chided under her breath, “Flirt.”

“Psh!” was all Elsie could think to retort with, but her blushing cheeks said much more.

They continued on to Brie’s house.

“Mom, dad, I’m home!” There was no answer, but they heard shuffling upstairs. She spoke to Elsie, “I’ll grab my suit and we can go.” Brie climbed the staircase and headed for her room at the end of the hall. She passed her parents room and saw her dad putting on pants. Her mom sat up, topless, in bed, reading a book. “Jeez, you’re still not dressed yet?” she called at them.

Warrick grimaced. Little did his child know they had spent the entirety of the day fulfilling each others’ desires while their daughter was away for the morning. After a moment, he simply said, “It’s been a—a lazy Saturday.”

“Well, we’re going to the pool.”

“The pool?” Hazel inquired, “That sounds like fun. I could use a thorough rinse. My face is covered in—” Warrick shot a glare at his wife. She continued, “—sweat. My poor pores are clogged.”

Warrick spoke, “Indeed, maybe we should all go to the pool, what say?”

“What?” Brie whined in horror, “No. You’re not coming to the pool with us.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Brie didn’t want her parents making a bad impression on her new friend, “You’re so uncool!”

“Un— honey, do you hear what our daughter is saying to us? We’re uncool?”

Hazel smirked, “Warrick, you’ve never been cool.” He gasped and Brie snorted. Hazel turned to her preteen daughter, “How do you expect to get there? Take a cab?”

Brie admitted to herself that she hadn’t planned that far ahead. She wasn’t old enough to drive, and considered how long it would take to walk. Given the heat, she conceded that she wasn’t up to it. “Fine, but you better not get your uncool cooties on me.”

Brie wandered to her room and opened the dresser drawer that contained her bikini. She pulled out the two pieces and held them in her hand. The pattern was navy blue with silver polka dots, and the flounce top was designed to drape modestly over her flat chest. The bottoms had accented pink ruffles on the sides. She considered, however, that she wasn’t supposed to wear things that were tight against her pussy anymore. Brie despaired. “Mom!” she called out.

Hazel came to her door, “What is it, kiddo?”

“What am I supposed to do for my bikini bottom? I can’t have one so close to my… vagina,” she finished timidly.

Hazel thought for a moment, “You could wear a pair of your shorts.”

“Mom, I’m gonna look so uncool!”

“Well, we can’t have that running in the family,” Hazel said sarcastically, “Hold on, let me think. I can’t let you use my bottoms, because they’d never fit your little kiddy coochie, but… hmm.” Hazel’s eyes lit up. “What about this? You can wear your father’s trunks.”

“Mom!”

“Hear me out. They’re going to be a little big, too, but at least they have a drawstring in them, which you can cinch tight. If anybody asks you about them, you can just tell them they’re boyfriend bottoms. Boyfriend jeans are in these days, right?”

Brie sighed, but felt her mom’s suggestion had some merit and finally she conceded.

Hazel went into her bedroom where she found Warrick getting changed. He had just tugged his trunks up to his waist when she kneeled in front of them and pulled them down. His cock sagged in front of her face. “What, again? Now?”

Hazel rolled her eyes and grinned. “No, not right now. Your daughter needs these more than you at the moment.” He sighed and stepped out of them. At that, she lifted his free shaft in her palm and gave the head a quick one-two kiss before she stood, whirled, and walked out of the room. Warrick couldn’t help but stand there thinking of Brie’s young vulva resting inside his own swimming shorts. If he wore them after her, it would almost be like their genitals touched. He caressed his cock absent-mindedly.

Suddenly Elsie appeared in the doorway, “What’s taking so long up—?” She stopped dead in her tracks as she stared at Warrick. He froze, wide-eyed and naked in front of the elementary schooler, cock in hand and semi-hard.

Summoning up all of his presence of mind, he at last wheeled away, pointing his bare ass in her direction instead. “Damn it, Elsie, could you please make a little more noise next time you come by?”

Elsie blushed. This was now the second of Brie’s parents she saw undressed today, although unlike Hazel, Warrick didn’t seem quite so calm about it. She tore her eyes away from the sight and retreated toward the stairs. “Sorry, sir, I never know when I’m supposed to be making more noise and when I’m supposed to not be making so much.”

Warrick sighed and admitted that she had a point. “Just want some consistency,” he fumed to nobody in particular.

Back in Brie’s room, the kid tried on her father’s shorts. They were pretty loose, even with the drawstring pulled tight, but the color almost matched her top, so she deemed it good enough.

Hazel reassured her. “That looks great. Now… before we go, is there anything you need to take care of first?”

Brie tossed back her head and groaned. She was getting tired of thinking about masturbating all the time and didn’t want to hold up Elsie and her from getting to the pool. She feared they wouldn’t arrive before Mia left. “Fiiine.”

“Don’t forget to take your medicine with it.”

Hazel watched her daughter grab the nearby syringe and load it up with the pearly syrup. She sucked on the end of it and pushed in the plunger, dispensing all of it into her mouth, and swallowed. Hazel cocked her head and asked. “How was it?”

“Kinda funky, but fine.” Brie still wasn’t totally sure how this medicine was supposed to help, but she hoped it would suppress the distracting buzzing sensation growing in her head.

“Well, looks like you’re about ready to go. Finish up, gather up your towel and things and I’m gonna go get changed.”

Hazel went back to her room. Warrick didn’t tell her what had happened with Elsie.

Downstairs, Elsie thought about what she had seen in the parents’ bedroom upstairs. Today had been so strange for her. Her best friend and her friend’s family were suddenly so peculiar. In a single day, she had seen all three of them naked. She even had Brie’s help getting off in the dressing room. She had never considered doing something like that before, but it felt so fun and natural to play around and show off with her best friend.

She tried to push what she saw of Warrick out of her mind, and it wandered to Mia. Elsie looked up to the older student and thought she was very cool. She had heard rumors that, even at twelve, Mia was having sex with Carter and that she was also bisexual. Elsie wondered if she, herself, was bisexual after her encounter with Brie at Justine’s Place. She was always attracted to boys, but as yet had never been with one sexually. On the other side, she had now had sexual encounters with both Brie and technically her sister Mallory. She also wondered if Mia would even find her attractive.

Her daydreams were interrupted by footsteps on the stairs. Elsie snickered at Brie’s swimming suit concoction. “Nice trunks!”

“They’re boyfriend bottoms.” Brie said sheepishly.

“What boyfriend?” Elsie guffawed.

Brie blushed and jerked her thumb back at her parents, “Shut up. I got us a ride.”

Warrick clomped down the stairs wearing socks with his sandals, cut-off jean shorts, and a Miami-themed tank top. Behind him came Hazel. She wore a yellow string bikini top that laced up across her cleavage and fashionably clashing, blue-striped, side-tie bottoms.

Elsie thought she looked amazing. “Whoa, Hazel, you look so cool!”

Hazel pranced out the door. “Hear that, Brie? I’m cool, after all.” Warrick chuckled proudly, following after, while Brie rolled her eyes and sighed.

They all exited the house and, as Warrick locked the door behind him, Elsie spoke up again, “I didn’t realize y’all were getting changed already. I should’ve put my suit on.”

Warrick responded, “Well hey, you can change here. Let me get the door unlocked.”

“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll just change when we get there. It’s not a big deal.”

Hazel piped up, “You can change in the car on the way, too, if you want.”

“That’s a good idea!” Elsie said. Warrick silently agreed.

They piled into the car, Warrick fired up the engine, and Hazel rolled down her window. Just as before, Brie’s nerves began to crackle as the wind whipped across her body. After her mom had left the room, she made the decision not to masturbate before heading to the pool. She hoped the syrup that she had taken would curb her urges, and mostly she just wanted to nap. She curled up in her seat and closed her eyes.

Elsie rummaged through her duffel bag and pulled out her two-piece. It was patterned with an Americana houndstooth and the waistband of the mini-boybrief bottoms was accented with a contrasting ruffle. The top had two ties, one that went around her neck and the other around her back.

Hazel swiveled fully around in the car’s seat, bringing her knees up onto the seat cushion and wrapping her arms around the chair back. She gazed at Elsie and struck up a conversation, “So, did you two have fun at the mall?” Elsie put down her suit and began to answer, but Hazel interrupted. “Oh, honey, you can change if you want. I don’t mind, and Warrick’s got his eyes on the road, so it’s almost like it’s just us girls in the back seat. I just wanted to hear how your day went.”

Warrick’s heart leapt. Was his wife really going to permit this 9-year-old girl to get undressed in the car? He dared not react, even to acknowledge the situation, lest he risk ruining the scene for himself. True, he was focused on the road, but he could also see into part of the back seat via the rear view mirror. He wondered if maybe he’d get a glimpse of the girl whom he had fantasized about the previous morning.

Elsie looked to Brie for a reaction, but her eyes were closed and she didn’t seem to be paying attention. Elsie also looked at Warrick, but he appeared to be concentrating on driving. She shrugged, double-checked that no traffic was around, and started to peel off her tee-shirt. As her shirt came up, Warrick was able to steal several glances of her undeveloped, naked chest via the car mirror. He couldn’t believe his luck. Her skin was smooth and pure. Her nipples were a lovely pink on her otherwise featureless chest, and her gymnastic proportions perfectly suited for her young age. He liked what he saw, but was a bit jealous that Hazel was getting a full-on, unrestricted show.

“We had some fun at the mall.” Elsie continued as she reached for her swimming top. She went to put it on when Hazel’s hand darted out and snatched it from her.

“Ooh, this is a beautiful top.” She fingered the material and studied the pattern on it. Warrick’s eyes flicked back and forth from the road to the mirror.

Elsie blushed, a little self-conscious at being topless with her friend’s parents around, especially with Hazel’s eyes on her. She thought about crawling back into her shirt, but decided to go with the flow. “Thank you. I just got it last month.” She shifted in her seat, unsure what to make of the situation. Is Hazel trying to keep me naked? She attempted to cover her exposed nipples, yet at the same time, she felt like she didn’t really mind being topless with Brie’s mother and even, to some extent, her friend’s father, in her presence. She wasn’t used to grown-ups openly sexualizing her and before long, she let down her guard and just accepted the situation for what it was.

Hazel glanced up from the garment and looked the girl in the eyes, “Elsie, you’re always so fashionable. Someday you’ll have to show me all your best outfits.”

“I’d love to do that, I’ve always wanted to be a model!”

“You’d be perfect for it!” Hazel replied enthusiastically.

“Speaking of model, Brie modeled off an amazing shirtdress this morning.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she really needs to freshen up her wardrobe.” Elsie plugged, “You should totally help her out with that, right Brie?”

The two looked over at Brie, who was in a distant reverie. “Mm-hm,” was all she could think to reply. She was surprised at how quickly the wind had whipped up her nerves again.

“Honey,” Hazel inquired sympathetically, “are you doing alright?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Do you need to cum again?” Hazel reached out and caressed Brie’s knee.

Elsie was a bit surprised to hear Hazel speak so bluntly, but she also liked it. She wondered if she’d see Brie masturbate again and recalled again their adventure in the dressing room this morning. Beneath her skirt, her child sex lubricated.

“Mm, I’m fine,” Brie pushed out.

“Okay, well, if you need cummies, you can do that here. Don’t fret about it.” As she said this, her eyes flicked to Elsie and the girl wondered just a little if Hazel meant that for the two of them.

Hazel brought her full attention back to the swimming top and spoke directly to Elsie. “Here, let me help you with this. She tied the top strings into a knot and hung it around the girl’s neck. Warrick knew that the show was probably over at this point, but was glad that he saw what he could of the elementary schooler’s half-naked body.

Hazel gripped Elsie lightly by the shoulders and spun her around in her seat. Her hands wandered slowly across her shoulders and pulled Elsie’s trapped hair from under the string around her neck. Elsie shivered slightly. “Somebody has goosebumps,” Hazel teased. She then tickled Elsie’s shoulders and neck, causing her to hunch over and guffaw.

“Stop, stop!” she giggled. She dove to the other side of the car to escape the attack. “Brie, save me from your mama!” Elsie climbed nearly on top of her friend, but Brie merely whined, half in annoyance, half out of stimulation of her nerve endings.

“Okay, okay,” Hazel conceded, “let me get the rest of this tied together.” She pulled the two side strings together around Elsie’s back and tied them into a bow. “There, that should do it. Let me know if you need help with the bottoms, too.”

Elsie turned back around in her seat and grabbed the second part of the suit. “Thanks, I think I can manage this one myself.” One side of the bottoms were already tied off, so Elsie slipped her leg into it and pulled it up under her skirt.

Warrick found himself disappointed. He had hoped she’d remove the skirt first, just as she had done with her top. After seeing her bare chest, he was desperately curious to glimpse her underage nether region.

With the suit firmly in place, Elsie hiked up the other end of her skirt to tie off the opposite side. “There. All ready to go.” She thought the car seemed oddly quiet.

Hazel just gazed at the girl’s exposed upper thigh and hipbone. She also noted that Elsie hadn’t taken off any panties before she put her bottoms on.

The young girl felt hot under the gaze of her best friend’s mom, as if the woman’s eyes were two spotlights highlighting her on a darkened stage. She was a little unsure what was happening, yet she felt the urge to perform, just as she had in Justine’s Place and in the food court with those boys.

She met Hazel’s gaze but felt intimidated by the older woman and couldn’t hold it. But as she looked away, shyly, she slowly slipped the ruffled miniskirt over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in just her skimpy swimming suit and chunky, black sneakers. Nevertheless, she felt as if she could have been naked in that moment with the way Hazel seemed to see right through her bikini. She clutched one arm and bit her lip, bashfully. And then Warrick pulled into the pool parking lot.

“Here we are,” he said.

Elsie cheered, somewhat thankful to be able to retreat from the seeming sexual tension of the situation. “I’m so excited. Thanks for the ride, Mister and Misses Nova!” She dove out of the car as soon as it came to a stop and skipped up to the front register. She hopped with youthful impatience as Hazel and Warrick tended to Brie.

“Brie, honey, we’re here,” said Hazel quietly. Brie sat, curled up with her eyes closed. Hazel turned to her husband. “We should get her into the water. That will shake her out of it, I bet.”

“Let’s hope so,” he replied. He opened up the back door and leaned over to scoop her up. He was thankful that, at around just 60 pounds, she was still so light, and easy to carry. The hand he slipped under her legs became instantly glossy with her fluids and sweat. He detected the same musky scent she gave off when his wife had helped her masturbate in the car the previous day. She brought her arms up around his neck and burrowed her face into its crook. “Well, aren’t you just a little kitten?” Warrick chuckled. Brie cooed and began to kiss his neck lightly, though she didn’t know why. She just felt a need to be close to him. He blushed and felt his cock stiffen. He glanced over at Hazel who was smirking at him. He cleared his throat and said, “Yes, let’s go get her in the water.”

They walked up to the cash register and Hazel paid their way in. The cashier shot confused looks at Warrick and Brie as the kid continued to kiss his neck playfully yet strangely sensually. He avoided eye contact with them.

As they headed for the dressing room, Warrick put Brie onto her feet so that he could go into the men’s side. She wobbled like a newborn doe, her legs threatening to fold underneath her. To Hazel he said, “She’s all yours now.” Hazel grabbed her hand and pulled her gently in the direction of the locker room. Warrick went his separate way, but looked back at his daughter one last time. She stumbled along, and yanked the sagging waistband of her “boyfriend bottoms” up over her pale butt. Warrick sighed, unsure what he was supposed to do. All he knew for sure was that he was in well over his head.

As he had no bathing suit, he passed straight through the men’s dressing room and out into the pool area. He wandered along, looking for a spot to stake a claim for his family. He took stock of the goings on around him. The pool was bustling, and just as busy as he expected it to be on such a hot day. Men and women, boys and girls of all ages played, splashed, and screamed in the water. Every so often the staccato tweet of a lifeguard’s whistle would ring out. His eyes wandered especially to the young girls who swam in their fashionable bikinis, though he made an effort not to stare. If they were in a couple, he wondered if their boyfriends knew just how much of a catch they were holding onto. But he also remembered how awkward it was when he was their age. His mind wandered back to his wife and their morning of sexual play. He felt incredibly lucky to be married to the such a wonderful, exciting woman. He counted his blessings that she was good, giving, and game. Always there to indulge his whims and fantasies, just as he was there for her in return.

Meanwhile, Hazel followed Elsie into the locker room, pulling Brie in behind her.

Elsie’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, Mia!”

The girls’ 6th-grade friend was sitting on one of the wooden benches in the dressing room, making kissy faces into her selfie-cam. She had yet to change into her swimming suit. She whirled around at the sound of Elsie’s call. “Jesus christ, Els,” she said bashfully, “You scared the living shit out of me.”

Elsie giggled, “You taking creepshots in the changing room?”

“Nah,” Mia said sheepishly, “Just sending Carter a little miss-you selfie.”

“Oh, I thought he was gonna be here today, too.”

“He is. He’s getting changed in the boy’s locker room right now.”

“Oh, he’s missing you already, huh?,” Elsie said astutely. Mia just winked in return. “Oh man, we should send him a group selfie! He won’t even know what he’s in for.”

Mia laughed and agreed, “He definitely won’t be expecting two babes for the price of one.”

“Make it four. I brought Brie and her mom along with me.”

Hazel chimed in, “You brought us, huh? I forgot you drove that car you don’t own.” Mia laughed at Hazel’s joke. Hazel smiled warmly and reached out her hand. “Hi Mia, I’m Hazel.”

“Hello.” Mia gave Hazel a firm shake, then said, “Well, you wanna join in?”

“A group selfie for your boyfriend? Why not.”

“What about you, Brie?” Mia asked.

Brie’s cheeks were reddening from that all-too-familiar overheating sensation and her wind-whipped hair stuck to her sweaty face. She was sleepy and distracted by her newly tingling nerve endings. What she really wanted to do was to just curl up in a warm ball and pleasure herself until she fell asleep again. But instead she nodded and said, “Sounds like fun.”

“Okay everybody,” Mia directed, “gather ’round.” They all squished together with Mia and Brie in the middle and Hazel and Elsie on the outside. Brie felt a feeling of comfort being pressed between the older girl Mia and her mother. Where their flesh touched, it felt both inviting and electric, yet somehow forbidden. Brie’s heart raced as everybody continued to squeeze in.

“Make a funny face!” Mia commanded. With the exception of Brie, the girls all screwed up their faces and Mia snapped the photo. When the preview popped up, Mia knitted her brow together. “It’s pretty good, but Brie’s looking sexier than I am. She’s got those sultry eyes going on.”

Elsie grabbed the phone and looked at it. Suddenly, she had an idea and blurted out, “That’s what we should do. Let’s send Carter a sexy photo!”

“What are you talking about?” Mia asked doubtfully. “You wanna send my boyfriend sexy photos?”

“C’mon, it’ll be hilarious. It’ll totally throw him off his game. Besides, it’s not like he’d ever trade you in for one of us. You actually have boobs.”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Hazel prodded.

“Well… you’re old?” Elsie tried to rationalize.

Hazel laughed at the child’s bluntness. “Rude!”

“Sorry,” Elsie said bashfully.

Mia thought for a moment, but slowly cracked a smile, “Yeah, you’re right. Four sexy girls coming at him at once? He won’t know how to handle himself. It’ll be so fuckin’ funny. Alright, squeeze in.”

Once again, the girls pressed their bodies against one another. Mia wrapped her arm across Brie’s shoulder. She felt the girl fidgeting and thought she heard a slight hum, almost a moan. She also noted a strong aromatic smell emanating from her new acquaintance. She couldn’t place it, but felt somehow drawn in to its muskiness all the same.

“Okay, everyone, say ‘yummm’.” She took the photo and then looked at the preview. All four girls were giving their best sultry looks. Elsie was doe-eyed and coy, Hazel’s piercing gaze and parted lips, mixed with a helping of cleavage, were sexy, and Mia herself was making a closed-eyes kissy face. But then there was Brie. Brie gave a slit-eyed otherworldly gaze, but at the bottom of the frame, her hands had crept up and pulled up the ruffly flounce top so far she had exposed one of her small nipples. Mia was impressed, “Jesus, Brie, you really know how to push this.”

Brie smirked at her and sighed, as a far-off thought careened out of her mouth: “Maybe we should keep going further.” At that, she pulled her bikini top fully up over her head and dropped it at her feet. Everybody went wide-eyed, gawking at the kid’s skinny, androgynous figure. Mia stared at topless Brie, astounded at her audacity, but she couldn’t look away from her undeveloped breasts. Elsie flashed back to earlier in the day when Brie bent over, showing off her pussy in the dressing room. She wondered if they were going to see another similar event here. Brie reached up to massage her flat chest absent-mindedly.

“Okay, honey,” Hazel jumped in amidst the silent stares, “We’ll do one more if you really want to.” This was not the response that Elsie nor Mia were expecting to hear from the girl’s mother. She looked over at them. “She has a medical condition,” she said matter-of-factly.

Elsie swallowed and confirmed. “It’s true. Just like we talked about at the mall.”

“O-Girl,” Mia spoke quietly as she observed Brie’s lewd behavior. “You weren’t kidding, huh?”

Elsie could see Mia was impressed, and found herself wanting to also impress her new friend, as well. She, too, felt the urge to comply with Hazel’s command of the situation. “What do you say, Mia? You think Carter would want one more?”

“I don’t know, wouldn’t this mean we’re making child pornography?” she answered.

Before anyone could answer, Hazel un-did her own top and set it aside in solidarity with her daughter. Her breasts hung free, her nipples standing prominently.

Mia stared back and forth between Brie and Hazel. She found both the girl and the woman incredibly beautiful. Despite Brie’s young age, and Hazel’s curvier figure, she could see the family resemblance between the two. Finally she swallowed hard and pushed out the words, “Y’all bitches are crazy… but fuck it, let’s make some child porn! This is gonna be worth it just to see what Carter does.”

Elsie laughed heartily, “He’s gonna blow his load!”

“Hopefully not too early,” Mia winked. She stripped off her clothing down to her panties, revealing her young, ebony breasts with dark nipples, while Elsie untied the bow Hazel had made just minutes before and pulled her top over her head, freeing the small nipples on her youthful figure once more.

Brie looked around at each of the girls surrounding her. She almost couldn’t believe what she had made them do. Part of her was embarrassed and wished she could take back her actions, but another part could see that the group was actually quite at ease around one other. Mia and Elsie gazed at each other and giggled. She wondered if there was some chemistry going on there. Elsie did say that Mia was bi. Meanwhile her mother was directing them where to sit and where to place their hands. Each of the girls complied willingly, and Brie was no exception; she felt like putty at that very moment.

In the photo, Mia sat on the bench, positioned relatively straightforward, and stared directly into the lens giving her best wide-eyed, precocious stare. On her right side Elsie laid against her perky tits, staring up at her lustily. She positioned one foot on the bench so that one knee was in the air. The other leg hung off the bench casually. On Mia’s left side, Brie sat with her back against Mia’s arm and leaned her head back lazily onto her shoulder. Finally, Hazel positioned herself on all fours, straddling over her daughter’s legs and kissed her gently on the nose. Her adult breasts hung downward, accentuating their size.

Once they were all in position, Mia snapped the photo. She opened the preview and subconsciously licked her lips. “Jesus, this is by far the most erotic photo shoot I’ve ever done. I can’t believe I’m sending kiddie porn to my boyfriend.”

“Aw, I bet we could top that,” Elsie said jokingly, attempting to lift the mood.

Mia and Hazel broke out into laughter and the teen wondered if she was serious, but at that moment a large group of pool-goers entered the locker room. Elsie and Mia scrambled to get their tops on, but Hazel was not so concerned about other women seeing her topless. Likewise, Brie was just lying on the stone bench oblivious to the commotion around her. Her fingers traced lightly over her breasts, tummy, and hip bones, and occasionally threatened to dip under her boyfriend bottoms.

“Anyway,” Mia said, “Carter’s gotta be wondering what’s taking me so long. I’m sending the pics now and then I’m gonna go out there and witness the reaction.”

“Can you send that to me, too?” Hazel asked, as she arranged her top. ”I’d love a copy.”

“Sure, give me your number. Just don’t go showing everybody.” She leaned in and conspired out of earshot of the others in the room. “I don’t want to get arrested.”

“I’ll keep it most private.”

Before they headed to the pool, they took quick showers to rinse off any outside contaminants. The plumbing was old in the facility, so there was no hot water. Elsie got under it, shrieked, and stalked out, shivering. “That’s good enough.” Mia was able to rinse her hair, but didn’t last much longer. The two of them wandered out of the locker room and into the pool area together.

Hazel dragged Brie into a stall with her and aimed the shower head at her daughter. The frigid water shocked her, and snapped her out of her cum-hungry daze. She cried out and tried to wriggle away, but Hazel held her there for as long as she could.

“Mommy, it’s freezing!”

Hazel released her, “How do you feel now, honey?”

“Cold,” Brie spat out through chattering teeth. Still, she acknowledged to herself that the frigid water did some good. She felt much more like herself for the moment.

“Alright, get your top on, kiddo, and let’s get out there. Carter’s not the only one waiting.”

It didn’t take long for the icy shower to fade from their collective memory. The day was still very hot and as Brie and Hazel exited the locker room into the open air of the pool, they groaned. Hazel shielded her eyes, looking around for her husband. After a moment, she spotted him laying on a long, wooden lounge chair, and they headed over to see him.

“Hey honey,” Hazel said.

“Huh?” said Warrick. He pretended to shake sleep out of his head. “What year is it?”

“Very funny. We ran into one of Elsie and Brie’s new friends in the locker room and had to get… acquainted.”

Just then shrieking cut through the air, accompanied by wild splashing that threatened to soak the towels on the concrete deck.

Warrick sat up in the lounge chair and squinted through his sunglasses. “That sounded like Elsie’s all-too familiar squawk.”

Hazel chuckled, “How’d you know?” She turned around and saw a frisky, dark-skinned boy chasing both Elsie and Mia through the water. He’d swim up behind them and goose them on the butt, or pick them up and toss them across the water.

“Don’t get the towels wet, girls and boys,” Warrick scolded.

Elsie swam up to the edge of the pool and kicked her legs in the water behind her. She shouted back, “Sorry. It’s not my fault!” Suddenly the teenage boy grabbed her by the foot and pulled her backwards into the water. Again, she whooped before going under the surface. As she popped up again, she gurgled, “See?! It’s not my fault!” The boy just giggled, paying no attention to any of the sunbathers concerned about keeping their patch of concrete dry.

Brie dunked a foot in and felt the cool relief from the heat just ahead of her. As she was about to dive in, Hazel stopped her.

“Kids, have you put on your sunblock?”

Mia taunted, “Yeah, kids.” Brie rolled her eyes when she emphasized “kids.”

“I’m talking to you, too, young lady. And your friend as well,” Hazel said with seriousness. “Nobody’s getting skin cancer on my watch.”

“Haha, what? I don’t need sunscreen,” the dark-skinned boy laughed.

Hazel turned to him. “You must be Carter,” she said, standing tall over him from the deck.

“I am,” he said. Then his smile faded to something closer to embarrassment. Brie watched as a realization dawned on him. He looked at her mother, then glanced over at her, and finally turned to Mia, who smirked and nodded: these were the girls he saw in the photo Mia had sent him.

Hazel bent over him. Her cleavage, laced up in her top, took advantage of gravity. She spoke firmly. “Well, Carter, if you’re going to hang with all of us, you’d better listen to me. Everybody. Out of the pool. You need sunscreen.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

“Great!”

Warrick grabbed the bottle of cream, squirted some into his hand, and asked, “Who wants their back done?”

Elsie popped out of the pool, and shouted, “Do me first! Do me first!”

“I can oblige,” he replied. Warrick was thrilled that he was going to rub all over Elsie’s bare skin. He was glad he ended up not wearing a flimsy swimming suit at that moment or it might be obvious he was getting too much enjoyment out rubbing his hands all over a little girl. He sat up in the lounger and straddled his legs around the sides. Elsie wandered up, her wet bikini bottoms almost sagging off her immature hips, and shook her head back and forth. Her hair fanned out, spraying water all over Warrick. “C’mon Els, what are you doing?”

“I’m a wet puppy!” she giggled.

Warrick rolled his eyes. “And you’re lucky you’re as cute as one, or I wouldn’t let you get away with that.”

Elsie plopped down in front of him on the wooden lounge chair and flipped her hair one last time at him. She splayed her legs across it, just as he had done, and, as Warrick began to work on her neck and shoulders, she watched Mia climb out of the pool.

Mia’s body glistened in the direct light of the sun, and her suit flattered her perky form. The tween sported a two-tone wine-and-emerald strapless bandeau top that was strappy across her modest cleavage. Her coordinated bikini bottoms had three matching straps across her hips which kept patches of her bare skin exposed along each side. Elsie felt an urge to be closer to her unfamiliar friend and piped up again. “I have another idea.”

Mia raised an eyebrow, “You girls and your ideas.”

“Let’s make a train!” She turned to Warrick, “You do me, and while you do that, I can do Mia.”

Warrick cleared his throat at her phrasing, but before he could say anything, Mia replied, “Alright, and I’ll do Carter.”

Hazel jumped in, “Oh no, I’m separating the two of you.”

Mia rolled her eyes. Back in the locker room, she thought Hazel might be cool, but now she was beginning to doubt the mother’s chill. “Alright, whatever.”

The two of them stacked up on the long seat in front of Warrick and Elsie. Carter remained in the water. Hazel called to him, like a siren, “Carter.” He wasn’t sure what to do. When he recognized who Mia had brought along with her, he couldn’t help but get a slight erection that tented the front of his trunks. “Carter,” she called again, “let’s get you lotioned up.” That didn’t help his cause.

Warrick found his wife’s behavior a little peculiar. Was she flirting with this new boy? She appeared to be somehow familiar with him already. Still, her calls seemed harmless enough on the surface. And once again he dared not speak up, lest he spoil his existing fortune of rubbing lotion into the beautiful, and nearly naked, young child sitting in front of him.

Carter at last took a deep breath and pulled himself out of the pool. The weight of the water pulled his suit tight across his frontside and Hazel cracked a smile at the obvious shape of his teenaged manhood. He tugged at the legs of his trunks and the fabric came away. A was tent still obvious in the front, just without the more gratuitous details of his cock’s geometry. He quickly turned around and squatted on the long lounge chair, adding himself to the front of the train. He put his hands in front of his crotch to obscure his visible reaction from passersby.

By now the long lounge chair was filling up with bodies young and old, and they had to scoot back a bit to fit the new boy on, too. Warrick was already sitting at the back of the lounger, so this only sandwiched all of them closer to one another. Elsie slid her butt back and bumped into the man’s crotch. He hoped she couldn’t feel his hardness in his pants.

What he didn’t know, however, was that he was already out of luck. Elsie became well aware of the stiff rod that pressed against her backside, but this was a new sensation to her. She knew what was happening, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. Was Warrick hard because of his wife’s sexy swimming suit? Was it because he was surrounded by bathing beauties? Was it because of her specifically? She admitted that she liked the idea of Warrick being turned on because of her body, even though she was still a child and din’t have the physical advantages that girls get after puberty. She also liked the attention she was currently getting from him as his strong hands slathered the oily lotion down her neck and across her shoulders. His ministrations were firm, but gentle. Her eyes closed slightly and she tried to concentrate on Mia in front of her, whom she felt she was also quickly developing a crush on. She enjoyed seeing her new friend topless in the changing room. Her developing breasts jiggling slightly as she moved. In fact, she enjoyed being so intimate and vulnerable with all of the girls there during that photo. She was recognizing a lot of pent-up energy and was eager for some kind of a release. She resolved that she was definitely going to try and masturbate with her sister Mallory again tonight, if she got the chance.

Before Elsie, Mia squirted a generous dollop of lotion into her hands and passed it on to Hazel. In front, Carter was feeling awkward trying to conceal his boner from potential onlookers, so he called out to Brie, who still sat by the edge of the pool. “Hey little girl, looks like you’re the last one in line. Come sit in front of me.”

Brie replied, “There’s no more room. I’m not gonna fit.”

Hazel spoke up, “We can make room. We’ll just have to squish.” Though there was very little room remaining, they all pressed back further. Warrick groaned, partly out of general discomfort, but partly because Elsie’s little bottom was now pressed tightly against his cock. There was nowhere for him to go. Likewise, on down the line, each participant in the train now sat directly in front of the other, hips against hips, asses against crotches. Carter felt a little awkward being so close to this woman whom he had seen topless mere minutes before, but Hazel grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in between her legs forcefully. He was at least glad it wasn’t Warrick behind him.

Now, with barely enough room leftover, Brie came up and sat herself at the very foot of the lounger. Carter took a sharp breath as her tiny, bikini-covered ass came down in front of his bulging crotch. The remaining seat was so tight, she was practically sitting on top of him. She shifted around to get comfortable and it took all of his concentration not to let out a moan. Hazel handed him the sunblock and he started working on Brie.

The cold shower had certainly snapped Brie out of her reverie, but now, back in the heat, and with the rub-down treatment fourteen-year-old Carter was giving her, her nerves were firing on all cylinders once again. She knew now that there was only so much she could do to mitigate her sensuous feelings. This wouldn’t end until she could cum. On top of that, she could feel his erection pressed tightly against her backside. This was the closest she had ever been to one. She found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Her chest felt like a hot-air balloon was slowly inflating inside of her. The real world around her began to look fuzzy.

Meanwhile, Warrick had finished with Elsie’s backside, but didn’t want to break contact with her young body, so he wrapped his hands around and began working the lotion into her tummy. As he moved to her front, Elsie leaned back willingly to give him access, and rested her head upon his chest to get herself a better angle on Mia’s back. She sighed deeply as Warrick’s hands caressed her body lightly and she shivered, ever so slightly ticklish. As his hands worked their way lower, she found herself sucking in her tummy just a bit, tempting him to slip his fingers underneath her bikini bottom bridge. Part of her knew this was inappropriate especially in such a public setting, but another part of her was convincing her that nobody was going to see, anyway. She was sandwiched near the back of the line, so there were plenty of bodies blocking the view to hers. She figured Warrick might even be able to get his whole hand inside her bottoms if she let him, feel his fingers against her mons. She glanced up at the nearest lifeguard. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to them, but he did frequently glance in their direction. She wondered if he suspected anything.

On the other end of the train, Carter daubed the lotion into Brie’s shoulders. He found her especially fidgety, dodging and swaying as if his hands were hot irons. She breathed heavily and moaned slightly. She sounded almost pornographic. He found it peculiar, but was also concerned, as it wasn’t helping his stiffness problems. As he continued to massage her, the preteen girl undulated under his touch. She leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees, while her hips and ass rolled slightly up and down, rubbing the crack of her bottom against his crotch. He felt precum leak from the tip of his cock and was glad that his swimming trunks were already sodden, or the moist spots of his arousal over a prepubescent little girl might have been obvious.

Brie hissed sharply, “Fuck.” She was only half in the real world. Her cheeks were burning red and her face, shoulders, and chest shone with a light film of sweat. Her breath was heavy, practically panting. To keep her hands from wandering inappropriately down her dad’s trunks, she had to clamp them tightly on her knees. Yet her body found other ways to get what it wanted. Her hips shifted involuntarily up and down, twerking against the boy behind her. She could feel his hard, teenage cock in her ass crack and, because she had never experienced such a thing before, was unsure why her body was so desperate to have it inside her pussy. Her cunny oozed girl-fluids soaking the otherwise dry legs of her dad’s swim trunks.

Behind Carter, Hazel was finishing up with the sunscreen on his lower back. Without knowing it, she, too, had the same idea as Warrick, and moved around to her young person’s front side. She leaned forward and cooed lightly into his ear as she ran her fingers over the firmness of his teenage, washboard abs. Carter didn’t exactly understand what was happening to him, why this woman seemed to flirt with him, but he wasn’t going to question it either. These two strange girls, a mother and her child daughter, had no more appeared in his life and were giving him the wildest first impression he had ever experienced. He wondered if Hazel even noticed what her daughter was doing to him just on the other side of his body. He wondered, too, if Mia noticed what Hazel was doing to him, but Mia was oblivious.

Hazel circled her hands up and down his chest and stomach. With each round, she dipped lower and lower until she hit the waistband of his trunks where she could feel the hardness of his erection poking up against the back of her hand. She paused, resting her hands there briefly, then ventured her thumb underneath the band. Carter barely reacted, trying to keep his cool, but he gave out a terse, “Mm.” That was all the affirmation Hazel needed. She slipped the rest of her fingers underneath his suit and went straight for his hardened dick. He gasped quietly as she made contact with his hot shaft. She felt the gooey precum at the tip and used it to gloss up his head and sensitive underside. She then took to jacking him slowly and subtly inside his shorts. She could also feel her daughter’s ass undulating in front of him so she made an effort to match her child’s instinctive rhythm. To make her efforts easier, she freed the head of his cock from his shorts, exposing it to the hot summer air, knowing Brie’s small body would hide the profane view from the watchful lifeguard and most of the pool-goers.

Carter was nervous that he would be caught, but that also made the experience even hotter for him and he found himself unable to pull back the reigns. It didn’t take long for the intensely erotic experience of the mother and daughter working in tandem to push him over the edge, and he felt his balls begin to boil over. His whole body stiffened and his cock swelled and jerked. The dam had broken. His breathing shuddered and rope after rope of thick cum erupted from within him and spat out into public. The first spurt arced high up into Brie’s hair. The next few streaked up her back. Hazel’s hand moved firmly, but subtly along his length for the duration, her pointer finger massaging the spongy sensitive button underneath, coaxing out as much of his semen as she could get.

As his orgasm slowly subsided, oozing cum continued to pulse lazily out of his cockslit and stream down his shaft and over the woman’s fingers. His head at last began to clear and he was able to take stock of his surroundings. Behind him, a beautiful mother he had never met before had just jacked him off nearly in full view of a public pool. In front of him sat her 9-year-old daughter who still continued to writhe erotically between his legs eking out the last pleasures of his orgasm. Beads of sweat streamed down her shoulders and mixed with the cum he had spat on her skinny back. Her trunks appeared to be soaked through with a shiny, sticky liquid. He worried he had somehow helped Hazel molest her child and was thankful the little girl didn’t seem to notice how her own mother had secretly defiled her with his cum. Or maybe the little girl did know and just didn’t care? He was also thankful that the lifeguard didn’t notice.

He decided to retreat to the pool to clean up and regroup. “Alright, I think I’ve got enough sunblock,” he said awkwardly. He quickly righted the front of his swimming suit and slid out from between Hazel and Brie. He jogged to the edge of the pool, and dove in.

As her lotion partner and unwitting plaything abruptly left, Brie, too, felt she was ready to swim. She also felt full of uncontrollable passion and wanted to do nothing but curl up into a warm ball and masturbate until time ended. Her hair stuck to her red-hot face and her borrowed shorts were saturated with her pussy juice. She fought through the haze, however, and somehow came to grips with the fact that it would be inappropriate to gratify herself in public. With slit eyes and a forced smile, she squeaked out, “Gonna go swim, too.”

She slid off the edge of the bench, dizzy, her knees threatening to buckle inwards. She managed to regain her balance and hobbled slowly over to the edge of the water. She sat at the ledge and hung her feet off, dipping them into the water. Even with just her legs submerged, already the cool water helped to clear her head and she felt a bit of relief.

With Carter off, Mia, too was ready to get back into the water. She glanced over her shoulder to Elsie behind her and Warrick quickly moved his hands to a more appropriate place. Mia said, “Thanks Els, I think I’m good, too, I’m getting back in the water. I never burn, anyway.” She climbed over the lounger and headed to the edge of the pool. She glanced down to where Brie was sitting, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. As she jumped into the pool a thought stuck in the back of her mind: Was that cum in Brie’s hair? Yet she concluded that surely there was no way it could be. She chided herself that she would think such a dirty thought about a preteen girl. And anyway, it would have had to have been her boyfriend’s cum, if it really was.

Back at the lounger, Hazel flipped around and noticed Elsie laying back on Warrick’s chest. He looked down at her and spoke up, “Aren’t you gonna go swim with your friends?”

Elsie sighed dreamily, “In a bit. But you still need to do my legs.” While working her front side, under the guise of not being able to see what he was doing, Warrick had “accidentally” tucked his wandering hands several times into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and it was making her heady. Each time, she felt his fingers go lower and lower, until the pressed against the plump mound just above where her cunny crack started. It was an exhilarating feeling having him so close to her sex, and she was under his spell.

Warrick’s eyes flicked up to his wife and he said nervously, “Uh, but… you can do your own legs.”

Hazel smiled a charming smile and said, “I can do your legs, honey, if Warrick doesn’t want to.” Warrick could only think to himself just how untrue that statement was, but he didn’t want to be seen inappropriately feeling up his daughter’s young friend in front of his wife, much less the pool-going audience surrounding him.

“Okay,” Elsie said and kicked her legs up into Hazel’s lap. She closed her eyes and the elder woman began massaging her legs. But before getting a fresh squirt of the sunblock, Hazel worked the remaining cum that Carter had spilled over her hand into the preteen’s smooth skin.

Warrick swallowed hard at the sight of his wife massaging the young thing between them. He looked at Hazel and she returned a lusty smile and a wink. He determined then that she was doing it on purpose just to tease him. But this was their daughter’s best friend, and a mere child, too. Was Hazel really okay with him getting worked up over her? He tentatively began to massage Elsie’s shoulders again, feeling her small body weighing on him and especially noting the pressure she was putting on his erect cock.

Elsie sighed, “Mmm, this is really nice.”

“It is,” Hazel replied with a smile.

At the pool, Brie finally dipped her little body into the water. It was much cooler than the air temperature around her, and a much needed relief. She felt safe under the surface, not quite so exposed to the world. She didn’t swim around, so much as aimlessly follow along the edge of the pool. She tried to get out of her fuzzy head by focusing on the goings on around her. Across the way, she saw Mia and Carter flirting and giggling together. He seemed much less energetic than he was earlier, having given up his penchant for pranks. Around her, families and friends splashed and screamed, whacking one another with foam noodles and floating on giant, inflatable rafts. She felt uncomfortable by their presence. Or was it simply her state of mind that was making her uncomfortable? The lifeguard was keeping an eye on the melee, but did seem oddly preoccupied with the lounge chair where her parents were. Her mom and dad appeared to have teamed up to finish applying Elsie’s sunblock. Sprawled between Brie’s parents, Elsie herself, with eyes closed, looked like she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

As Brie wandered alone along the concrete lip of the pool, she found herself attuned to a distant, subtle vibration in the water. Somewhere nearby was a current. Her nerves lit up and urged her to seek it out. She continued through the water, with one hand on the pool ledge. Despite the heat, goosebumps formed across her exposed neck and shoulders. The sensation quickly intensified until she was struck by a powerful underwater jet emanating from a spigot below the surface. It was part of the water filtration system. As the water was actively recycled, it would run through the system where it was cleaned and purified and finally shot back into the pool via the underwater jets.

Alarm bells rang in her head, disorienting her. She cried out from the sensations produced by the powerful jet against her nerves, but quickly bit her tongue. She didn’t want anyone paying attention to her, especially the lifeguard. She passed her hand in front of the port, and felt the force of the water filtration system in action as she struggled to keep her palm in place over it. She felt as though she had found the holy grail: with the pressure of this robust underwater blast, she could finally get the orgasmic relief she needed without anybody interfering or even noticing.

With both hands, she gripped the edge of the pool and, putting her feet against the wall, positioned her pussy in front of the blower. Feeling the stream blasting her vagina, the pressure was intense and magical, and it was all she could do not to moan aloud. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand, and in doing so nearly lost her grip on the ledge with the other. After doing some experimentation, she figured that she could float her body above the stream and slowly sink her hips into it. In this way, she could control the intensity of the experience, depending on how close to the blasting underwater current she let her pussy get.

She glanced one last time at the lifeguard to ensure he was not watching her and then set to work. She floated down into the rushing pressure. The blast battered her, over her dad’s board shorts, but against her cunny. Rapidly, the world around her tunneled toward darkness. All of her attention was now on her body and the burning, sensual nerve endings of her privates. The heat of the day mixing with the coolness of the water had her mind in a tangle. As she drifted down into the powerful stream, it caught the waistband of her boyfriend bottoms and rippled the fabric across her pussy petals. Her body trembled and she trilled to herself in pleasure. As she drifted further downward into the stream, its power pushed the waistband open and more directly blasted her slit. She couldn’t help but moan quietly. But she kicked her legs, rising her body above the stream once more, controlling just how much pleasure she dealt herself at one time. She wanted to cum, but she also wanted it to last. Again, though, she allowed herself to drift downward and again the underwater blower surged through her loose swimming trunks.

But soon it wasn’t enough. She wanted to experience the full force of it against her most sensitive spot. She took one hand off the ledge and reached down to untie the drawstring of her dad’s trunks. She loosened the band, and pulled open the front. Facing the ledge, nobody could see her little pussy uncovered by any clothing, but the jet stream could now have unabated access to her childish privates. While she floated, the continuous water pressure flowed over her smooth pussy and down her legs. It tugged at her bottoms, threatening to tear them off her slender, undeveloped hips, but her hold on the elastic band was firm. Her whimpering grew louder and she edged closer and closer to the orgasmic cliff. She tried to fight the tremble in her body, to act natural, but she was weakening, losing strength in her grip on the ledge of the pool, so she released the waistband of her trunks in order to latch onto the side of the pool with both hands. The powerful flow of water slipped her bottoms down her legs and off her feet, leaving the preteen girl bare-assed in the pool. If the lifeguard was looking, or anyone else, they’d be able to see the pale cheeks of her bottom glistening near the water’s surface. Maybe even her pussy. But at this point she didn’t care. She didn’t care if anyone saw her naked bottom or the puffy cleft of her kiddy cunny, and she didn’t care if anyone heard her gratuitous moaning. The only thing she cared about was cumming—cumming hard—and seizing the pleasure she felt was rightfully hers.

With her remaining strength, she pulled herself up to the wall, bracing her feet and placing her little child slit as close to the spigot as she could manage. She humped the wall, as if she was trying to fuck the blower hole with her swollen clit. She felt as if her body was absorbing the pressure of the water itself and building it up inside of her until she would explode.

And at last, she did explode indeed. A wave of overwhelming pleasure overtook her senses. The feeling was above and beyond what she had ever experienced to this point in her 9 years of life. She whined and wailed aloud as her insides churned. “Fuck! My cunny. Uhng, my little pussy is burning hot! I need it inside me. I need my cunny fucked!” She didn’t even know what she was saying, what she was screaming to the families and other children around her. Her naked hips humped uncontrollably into the wall. Ongoing throbs of ecstasy rolled one after the other from her crotch throughout the rest of her body. “I’m cumming. Daddy, I’m cumming. It feels so fucking good!” she cried out.

Above the surface her shoulders shuddered and her arms threatened to give out. She gasped and cried out as she tried desperately to maintain her orgasm and keep the sensation going for as long as possible. But even as it intensified further, she could no longer hold on to the wall and so she drifted off, floating up onto her back. Her eyes closed as the feelings within her soon began to ebb. She floated quietly for a moment, enjoying herself, feeling peace.

Warrick was the first of their party to notice his daughter’s actions. In the distance he could see her head breaking the surface of the water as she gripped the edge of the pool. Her face was twisted in ecstasy and she was speaking rapidly to herself. Though he was too far to hear words specifically, he had a feeling he knew vaguely what was coming out. He knew he should intervene, or someone might see her, but it was too late. Women were shooting sidelong glances at his daughter and herding their children away. Teens snickered at the sight of the orgasming child. Grown men attempted to watch surreptitiously as the preteen cummed loudly. Mia and Carter just stared. Warrick glanced up to check on the lifeguard, and the boy, too, merely sat gawking and wide-eyed at the delirious wretch. The crashing waves of her cum-high appeared to subside in her heaving body and Warrick looked to his wife. “I should probably go fetch our kiddo.”

Hazel turned, unaware of what was happening to this point, and she saw Brie slip away from the edge of the pool. From her vantage, she didn’t have a clear look at what was going on. Warrick got up, laying Elsie limply against the back of the lounger. He was glad he was wearing regular shorts, because after putting his hands over nearly every inch of the girl’s body, from her head to her hips, it helped conceal just how hard he was at that moment. Between massaging bikini-clad Elsie in tandem with his wife and watching his daughter orgasming in front of an increasingly aware public, he was having a hard time telling his second head to pipe down.

He trotted up to the edge of the water and it was here that he noticed that Brie had lost her bottoms, his shorts. She was floating on her back, eyes closed, sighing heavily, with her bald cooch exposed at the surface. He looked around to find where his swim trunks had gotten to, but couldn’t place them.

“Brie, Brie,” she heard her name being called in the distance. “Brie,” the voice called again. It was her father, but he sounded distant and hollow. She cracked her eyes slightly and allowed them to adjust to the bright sunlight. The sun felt hot on her face, but the cool water she was floating in was the perfect antidote. As she bobbed up and down slightly, she felt it lap at her bare cleft. “Brie, baby, where are your trunks?”

My trunks? she thought. She reached down to her waist and felt around. The realization dawned slowly, but then came quickly. She remembered that she was at the pool. Her eyes shot open and she glanced down, starkly aware that she had no bottoms on. She was naked from the waist down.

Splashing helplessly, she ceased her floating and looked around. People all around were staring at her. She looked up at the lifeguard who was also gawking, when he suddenly remembered he had a job to do. He popped his whistle in his mouth and tweeted at her, then shouted, “Get your swimming suit on!” This only caused more people to stop and stare.

Brie’s face turned beet red. She looked around desperately for her bottoms, but they were nowhere to be found. “I think someone took them,” she called back meekly.

“Son, I’ll take care of this,” Warrick said to the lifeguard. “It’s okay. She’s my daughter.” This satisfied the teen worker, who wasn’t entirely sure what to do in such a unique situation, anyway. Still, he and everyone around continued to stare. Even the grown men who had tenuously tried not to look like they were watching were drinking in the situation by the eyeful. Warrick said quietly to Brie, “Come on, climb out. I’ll go get a towel, so we can get you wrapped up.”

As he headed off, Brie pulled herself out of the water before remembering that everyone was looking and could see her bare butt. She started to head toward the lounger with her dad, but Mia and Carter called at her from below the ledge behind her. “That looked incredible,” Mia said. “Is that what Elsie was talking about earlier today? Hyper-sex?”

“Um, I guess so,” Brie blushed, turning toward them, hands covering her naked pussy, her eyes becoming watery.

“I told Carter about the whole O-Girl thing. I hope you don’t mind.”

Brie squeezed the tears away bashfully. “Well, the cat’s out of the bag now, I guess,” she sniffled, looking around at all the eyes on her.

Carter added, “That’s one of the wildest things I’ve ever seen. You’re very sexy, you know that?” He grinned and added, “But then, all of Mia’s friends are sexy.”

Mia whacked him with the back of her hand and said to Brie, “We should all hang out more often.” Brie tried to appreciate the approval of her new friends, despite her public humiliation.

Warrick reappeared with a beach towel. “Alright, let’s get you covered up.” Brie turned around, mooning the onlookers with her naked butt one last time before her dad covered her. After the show was over, most of them went back about their normal pool activities, only occasionally shooting glances toward the family’s encampment.

“You lost your bottoms, honey?” Hazel inquired when they returned.

“And those were my favorite pair,” Warrick complained.

Elsie snickered, “So that’s where you got your ‘boyfriend bottoms’, huh? Your dad is your boyfriend?”

“I hate to say this,” Warrick said. “I know we didn’t get much swimming time in, but it’s probably better if we called it quits at this point.”

“Yeah,” said Brie quietly.

Elsie sighed, “It’s okay, right now I think I’d rather just lay out in the sun like this, anyway, and we can do that at your place.”

With that, the two parents gathered up the supplies and herded them all off. As they left, Elsie waved goodbye to Mia and Carter. Carter was embracing his girlfriend from behind and, though the refraction of the water made it hard to say for sure, Elsie thought she could see his hands inside his girlfriend’s bikini bottoms. Mia returned the wave dreamily, and winked.

They piled into the car and Brie curled up, laying her head in Elsie’s lap, and dozed the whole way home. Elsie felt heady from the attention she got from Brie’s parents. Between Warrick’s caresses under her panty line and Hazel’s leg massage, she was feeling very turned on. Her wetness had saturated the crotch of her bottoms and slicked up her inner thighs. She hoped that her friend couldn’t smell her with her head in her lap, but Brie didn’t appear to mind. The return trip was very quiet.

Eventually Warrick pulled into the driveway, and Hazel asked, “You girls wanna lay out in the sun on the back patio?”

“Yeah!” Elsie cheered, startling the sleeping Brie, and dove out of the car.

“I’ll get some dinner going,” said Warrick.

On the back side of the house was a large, concrete patio. Elsie padded barefoot onto it. Its surface was hot from the sun. “This is gonna be perfect,” she said. It was strewn with deck furniture and a few tools for working in the yard, but after moving things around, she created a spot to lay down some towels. Brie appeared at the door, bleary-eyed, her towel still wrapped around her hips. Elsie saw her and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Brie smirked, “Pretty good, actually.”

“Good! You wanna lay out in the sun with me?”

“That sounds like the only thing I want in the world right now.” Brie sighed and contentedly laid herself face down next to Elsie. She hiked her towel up over her thighs so that it was just covering her round butt. They stayed quiet for some time. At last Brie inhaled deeply and spoke up. “Oh Els, I wish you could have felt what I felt back there.”

“Oh yeah?”

“The water pressure was blasting me right on my clitty. It was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever felt. Once I got going, I didn’t even care who saw me, or who knew about the humilating thing that I was doing. I was just lost in total ecstasy.” She sighed deeply in satisfaction.

Elsie snickered. “And you thought I was brave for mooning the store clerk this morning.”

“I don’t know what came over me. I feel like I should be more embarrassed by what I did.”

“Are you not?”

“I don’t know. I definitely was this morning. It’s so weird feeling so out of control of my own body. But, I think maybe I’m starting to get used to it now.”

“I think you made everybody in the pool jealous.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t get kicked out!”

“Are you kidding? I think that lifeguard was your biggest fan. He probably didn’t come down off his chair because you gave him a huge hardon!”

Both girls burst into giggles.

In the kitchen, Warrick felt like doing nothing but going into the bathroom and jacking his load into the toilet. After catching Elsie topless in the car, running his hands all over her fit, underage body, nearly touching her smooth mound, and finding his daughter displaying her girlish wares to the public during an epic child orgasm, his engine was revved up. But he knew that if he held onto it, his wife would be happy to take his load later. He attempted to muster up all his attention for cooking dinner, but the kitchen looked out onto the back patio and he could see Brie and Elsie through the windows laying there and carousing. His ongoing erection was beginning to ache.

Hazel sauntered in, still in her swimming suit. “Hey baby, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” was all Warrick could think to say as he busied himself making hamburger patties.

She banged around in the cabinets and pulled out a large glass pitcher. “Did you have fun at the pool?” she inquired in a low tone of voice.

He glanced over at her skeptically and she returned an evil grin. He didn’t want to admit to his wife that he had gotten turned on by touching his preteen daughter’s friend and especially didn’t want to think about his bottomless preteen daughter herself. At this point he had to assume that Hazel was teasing him about massaging Elsie with sunblock. “I had a lot of fun,” he replied simply with a smirk.

“Good.” She edged close to him and turned on the kitchen faucet to fill the pitcher with water from the tap. She leaned in close and in a sultry voice said, “I was hoping it wasn’t just us girls.”

“Yeah? You had fun, too?”

“I definitely had fun, and I have proof, too.”

“What do you mean?”

As the pitcher filled, Hazel held up her phone and displayed the photo Mia had sent her. Warrick's eyes bugged as he saw the girl’s amateur photography of the four of them. “It was meant for Mia’s boyfriend,” she informed him.

“So this is why it took you so long to get changed in the locker room.” Warrick couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The three underage topless young girls and his beautiful wife. Their bodies cuddled against one another. Hazel straddling and kissing his prurient daughter. If it wasn’t child pornography, it sure was close. He cleared his throat. “What else were you up to in there?”

Hazel chuckled, “You wish, pervert.” She dumped a packet of lemonade mix into the pitcher.

“So this must have been why Brie was in such a… mood this afternoon.”

Hazel feigned innocence, “I had nothing to do with it. She was already in the ‘mood’. In fact, this photo was your daughter’s idea. Hers and Elsie’s.” She patted her husband on the crotch, “Speaking of moods, you seem to be in one now.”

“It has been a couple hours since we last did it,” Warrick winked.

“Okay, let’s make it quick.”

That was all he needed to hear. He clutched his wife by her bare shoulders and spun her around so her back was to him. She chirped and bent over the sink, putting her hands on the ledge. He pulled at the strings of her top and loosed her breasts into the open air and simultaneously tore his stiff cock out of his pants. He stroked it a couple times but recognized that with everything happening up until now, he was already very close to cumming. Without removing Hazel’s bottoms, he moved the crotch off to one side, taking in the sight of her shining, ruddy labia. With one swift motion, he speared into her slick tunnel and pressed her over the sink. Her pussy felt warm and velvety as it engulfed his shaft.

As he rutted with his wife, he noticed that from his vantage, he could still see his daughter and her friend laying outside through the kitchen window. Hazel moaned aloud into the sink basin lasciviously, and he saw the girls’ ears prick up, so he quickly reached around and covered her mouth to hush her. Brie turned slightly toward them and paused, but then decided that they were just hearing things and returned to her conversation with Elsie. Warrick silently praised the girls’ unawareness and continued to gaze at them as he and his wife conjugated just out of sight in the kitchen.

Hazel pressed her nipples into the cool metal of the sink basin, and they quickly hardened, increasing the pleasure she felt throughout her entire body. Though her husband was trying to keep her quiet, she moaned and hissed through his fingers. His hand pressed tightly against her mouth only made it hotter for her. Her legs were quivering, but she tried to meet her husband’s thrusts with equal vigor. Sweat beaded on her skin and tickled her thighs as it made its way down to the floor.

Warrick humped away and stared at the two third-graders laying outside. Their heads were faced away and their bottoms pointed back at him. They kicked their scrawny legs into the air, their bare feet swinging naively. The ruffled rear of Elsie’s suit made her look particularly felicitous. Warrick had seen her topless twice now, and wanted nothing more than to coax her out of the other half of her swimming suit. He wished she was as much an exhibitionist as Brie was becoming.

As the sun beat down, his daughter stirred, reaching down to adjust her towel once again. She hiked it up further, exposing the bottom of her cheeks, and folded the top over to ensure her hips and waists would still get bronzed by the sun. From Warrick’s viewpoint, he could now easily see the smooth crack of her vagina between her slightly spread legs. His mouth watered at the sight of a child’s bare pussy, and his thrusts grew more urgent.

That was all he needed to put him over the edge. He grunted as his cock throbbed and jerked rapidly, pouring his pent-up semen into his wife’s lubricated pocket. Hazel felt his fertile offering filling her up and she, too, climaxed. Her muffled moans echoed against the sink basin, as she lowed from behind her husband’s firm grip. Her legs quivered weakly beneath her and her feet slipped on the sweat-slicked floor. Eventually, having spent his load, Warrick’s pace slowed and he slipped out of her cunt. As his dick exited her body, a dollop of their mixed cum followed and slid down his wife’s leg.

Warrick sighed, pulled up his pants, and caught his breath. “God, Hazel, I really needed that. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Hazel put her twisted bikini bottoms back in place and grabbed a fistful of ice cubes from the freezer. “I’m not the only one in this family who’s sexy.”

Warrick gazed out the window as she dropped the ice cubes into the lemonade, one-by-one. Outside, the two girls had flipped themselves onto their backs and were chatting idly. Trendy sunglasses covered their eyes. With the clarity of mind that only comes after an orgasm, he said “I don’t know that I’d call her sexy, exactly. She’s a child, after all.”

Hazel walked over to her husband and yanked at the waistband of his pants. His attention snapped to her and she looked him in the eyes and said, “I wasn’t talking about Brie, I was talking about you.” Feeling like he had been caught lusting after their little girl, Warrick’s eyes bulged and excuses began to race through his mind. But then a wicked grin crept across his wife’s face and suddenly she reached down his pants and dropped in the remaining ice cubes. Warrick howled and cursed at the unexpected prank.

Hazel cackled and then retreated out the back yard, pitcher in hand and thighs streaked with pearls of dripping semen. She approached the two young girls laying on their towels. “Hey you two pussycats. You getting enough time in the sun?”

Brie glanced up to acknowledge her mother and saw she was topless. “Oh my god, Mom!” she shot out. “What if someone sees you?” Elsie wrenched her head up at the question to see Hazel’s bare breasts once more.

Hazel replied frankly, “You’re one to talk, honey.” Brie blushed. Her mother was right. If anyone should have been concerned about people seeing something, it was her. Hazel continued, “I just don’t want any tan lines.”

Elsie couldn’t believe she was seeing Hazel in such a state for the third time today. Yet this time felt so different. She wasn’t so shocked, so taken aback compared to the morning. This time she felt comfortable, even envious that the woman had such confidence. She looked her up and down, really sizing her up for the first time. Hazel had the perfect womanly proportions and beautiful hair. Her smooth, already bronzed legs glistened in the sun. Her pale breasts stood out, capped by tempting, pink nipples. Elsie found her adrenaline pumping, still quite turned on from the pool, and ready to take advantage of this situation. She wanted to impress Hazel who, after all, had already seen her topless twice today. “That’s a good idea! No tan lines!” she giggled. She untied the back of her suit and pulled the top over her head. She was sure Warrick would be able to see her from inside, but she was feeling brave. She almost hoped he would.

Hazel smiled proudly at her, then asked, “Does anybody want any lemonade?” Both girls cheered. As she poured the glasses, Hazel’s eyes flashed only momentarily to the kitchen window. Beyond the windowpane, Warrick suddenly wished he hadn’t just cum, because with Elsie’s flat chest on display he felt the show had become ten times better. As he prepared the meal they were all to eat, he kept an eye on the three girls. They moved about the back patio, sometimes laying on their backs, Elsie’s bare little nipples exposed to the summer rays; sometimes laying on their fronts and pointing their tempting little toes out; sometimes sitting cross-legged, toying with and tickling one another; and sometimes they seemed to take special care in reapplying each others’ suntan lotion, sighing and groaning at the pleasurable attention.

As he was finishing up, Warrick turned his back on the window, only to hear a high-pitched shriek. He identified it as his daughter’s. Before he could turn around, the back door crashed open as Elsie trampled in, cackling maniacally. He looked up and saw her grinning out the door, gripping a towel in her hands. Brie stalked in, a look of consternation on her face, and a lack of anything covering her hips. Without having to ask, Warrick put together that Elsie had stolen the towel that his daughter was wearing in place of the trunks she lost. “You kids,” was all he could think to say, as he stared at his bottomless child and her topless friend.

Elsie shrieked again and blushed, suddenly aware that her bare chest was on display in front of him. She used Brie’s towel to cover herself from his gaze, but Brie snatched it away from her. Elsie hooted in embarrassment and crossed her arms to cover her nipples, ducking around the corner. “Sorry, Mr. Nova!” she yelled.

Brie strode purposefully after her, calling back to her dad, “Dad, we’re not kids!”

“No?” Warrick sighed aloud to himself, as he watched the two disappear down the hallway and climb the stairs, “Maybe from your perspective you’re not.”

“They’re not what?” Hazel asked, coming inside and startling Warrick.

“They’re not… going to give me a moment’s peace.”

“No,” Hazel agreed, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I don’t think they ever will.”

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Next: The girls have a sleepover. ’Nuff said.

This chapter was more plot and character development, but it hints at many things to come. I promise less exposition and more sex in the next chapter.

Chapter 5: The Girls’ Sleepover