The Indy Diaries
Copyright© 2025 by Milly Mills
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - During a family vacation, young girl, Indy, has a sexual awakening. The story follows her coming of age as a sexually active young woman. Exploring and experimenting, giving in to her curiosities.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Nudism
“You girls are burnt, don’t forget to use sunscreen when you’re out next time,” my mother pointed out as we gathered for dinner.
Both mine and Emma’s soft skin had a pinkish tinge, especially around the shoulders and neck. Luckily, our parents couldn’t see the sun damage under our shirts. In all the excitement, we had neglected to reapply sunscreen throughout the day. A no-no during summer in Australia, and being naturally fair-skinned to begin with, it was doubly bad for me and Emma.
“Sorry, we’ll remember next time,” Emma giggled, then she winked at me from across the table.
“So what did you girls get up to today?” Uncle Will asked while chewing his steak.
“Just rode along the coast road, went for a swim, walked the beaches. Nothing special,” I answered.
“Yeah, there weren’t many people about,” Emma added.
“Well, tomorrow we’re going to Point Herron. Fishing, beach barbecue, fun family day out,” My Dad announced.
Both Emma and I frowned. We had decided to go back to Dean’s place tomorrow and continue our sexual explorations. It’s all we could think about after arriving home.
“Can we skip it? Indy and I were gonna go for a hike tomorrow,” Emma pleaded.
“Yeah, Dad! You know I hate fishing, it’s cruel,” I expressed.
“Hmmmm, poor fishies,” Emma agreed.
My Dad and Uncle Will laughed at our pleas,” You can go hiking the next day. We all agreed to spend the day together as a family,” My mother interjected.
“It’s agreed, Auntie Laura reaffirmed.
We both sighed, dropping our heads in disappointment. There was no point arguing with our parents. My little brother made the mistake of chuckling at our grief. I gave him an elbow in the ribs for it, but his pain only brightened my mood just a little.
After dinner, we locked ourselves in Emma’s room, crashing onto her bed in a heap of teenage despair. I was so annoyed and frustrated at being treated like a kid.
“Stupid parents,” Emma huffed.
“Yeah! We’re not kids anymore. I’m 16. They still treat me like I’m 10,” I griped.
“They wouldn’t think you’re 10 if they saw what you were doing this afternoon,” Emma laughed.
I giggled and smiled,” Yeah! I should have taken a photo of you slurping down Dean’s big cock!”
“Good Idea! Next time, I’ll make sure to take a pic of your face dripping in his cum,” Emma retorted.
“You better not! You liked it way more than me, cum slut!” I said, grinning at her.
Emma stuck her tongue out toward me and cutely scrunched her face,” So was it my imagination, or did I not see you touching yourself after he blasted us in that icky man goo?” my cousin accused.
“Probably just your dirty mind playing tricks on you. I doubt you could see much under that splattering you got,” I replied, returning her cheeky tongue point.
To be totally honest, I had no clue if I did or not. But thinking about it now, it sounded like something I would do in the future. Sitting there with warm, male jizz on my face and all over my breasts, Dean admiring me like the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, was definitely hot in the moment. I wanted to touch myself then and there, even if Emma was in the same room.
“He came so much. I guess we really got him excited,” Emma proudly said.
“I know! Surprisingly for an old guy,” I chirped.
“True, or maybe he just really likes redheads!” Emma accused.
“You’re probably right, redheads are way cuter,” I teased her.
Emma playfully frowned and muffled my face with her pillow, then we proceeded to wrestle childishly until both of us were out of breath. She then got up and changed into her PJs while I scanned through my Instagram.
“Darn, being naked out in the sun was fun, but your Mum is right, we need to make sure to stay protected,” Emma pointed out while looking over her sun-damaged body in her full-length mirror.
I got up and took off my nightshirt to survey my own skin damage as well. Both of us are wearing only tiny cotton shorts as we twist and turn our bodies.
“Yeah, if we’re going to be nudists, we should be more careful,” I joked.
“I do feel more comfortable with fewer clothes on now. Should we lose the shorts as well?” Emma teased.
“No, LOL! Your door doesn’t even have a lock. And our parents have no sense of boundaries,” I laughed.
“Right! But I want to so bad!” Emma expressed with puppy dog eyes.
“Geez, relax! We’ll get the chance again soon,” I told her while giggling at how cute she looked.
“You’re right, Indy! We should put some lotion on these burns before bed, though,” Emma suggested.
“Yeah, good call,” I agreed
Emma walked over to her drawers and retrieved a bottle, returning over to me with a menacing expression. I didn’t know what she was up to until it was too late.
“What the hell, Emma!” I yelped as she squirts lotion all over my chest in a surprise attack.
“Just helping you get more accustomed to being creamed on, naughty girl,” she chuckled.
I took the opportunity while she was busy laughing her face off to yank the bottle from her hand and squeeze with all my might. The squirt of lotion shot so far up in the air that it landed on her chin, the rest falling down the middle of her chest.
“Look at that, you just can’t help getting cream on that cute face, huh?” I jeered, laughing my head off at her bewildered expression.
“You bitch!” Emma squealed before joining in on the laughter.
She tried wrestling the bottle away from me, but to no avail, and eventually, she gave up in a huff. Both of us were giggling on her floor while catching our breath again. We called a truce and helped each other apply the skin lotion without any shenanigans this time, then jumped into bed to enjoy a few more episodes of Love Island before calling it a night.
“Hey, are you awake?” Emma whispered out a half hour after we closed her laptop to try and get some sleep.
“Not yet,” I whispered back over my shoulder.
“Don’t tease me, but I’m like ... too horny to sleep,” she giggled.
“Same. I can’t stop thinking about what we did,” I replied, before flipping around to face her.
“Yeah, me too! What should we do about it?” she asked shyly.
“I usually just rub myself, but it’s kind of weird with you here,” I returned, equally as shy.
“Yeah, I know. It’s kind of funny that we still feel that way after doing what we did today,” she noted.
“You’re right. We are cousins, though. So it’s only natural to feel weird doing sexual stuff together,” I told her.
“True, it’s less weird with someone else between us,” Emma disseminated.
She was right, even though we shared Dean today, we hadn’t actually touched each other, or done anything that would be considered incestuous. But now it was just the two of us in her room, and masturbating with my cousin did feel ultra weird.
We stared at each other while lying on our sides, both minds brainstorming on how to solve the nagging issue. Given enough time, Emma and I probably would have fallen asleep, but we didn’t have that much patience. Then a thought crossed my mind, something I heard about plenty of times but never had the inkling to try until now.
“I got an idea. Have you ever tried one of those stranger cam sites?” I asked her.
“Oh! Nope, but it sounds fun,” Emma chirped.
“Let’s try it. People get off with each other all the time, I heard.”
“Okay! It’s worth a try,” Emma agreed.
We excitedly sat up against her headboard, placing the laptop between us before googling free cam sites. Emma clicked the first site that popped up, and we started our search for someone to chat with. I was giddy with anticipation, and so was Emma.
“Nope! Next! “ Emma shouted after the image of a fat, bold guy appeared on our screen.
We both laughed, a little too loudly since my parents were in the next room. Emma had to shush me, and I held my mouth with alarm.
The next guy was just as ugly, hairy, and had a weird face. He smiled at us like a serial killer smiles at seeing their next victim. Emma instantly clicked next.
“Try a different site, this one blows!” I told Emma after the next few matches were less than impressive. She agreed, and we tried another cam site
This one started out with a naked guy jerking his cock at his desk. More of what we wanted, except the guy looked almost 80 years old. Next, I whispered to Emma.
“Wow, okay!” I said as the next stranger cam popped up.
“Yeah! He’s got a hot body!” Emma squealed.
Luckily, our mic was muted, and the hot stranger couldn’t hear us judging him, he could only see the image of us waving at him and smiling. He sat in a chair without a shirt, his body lean and muscular. We could only partially see his face, but it seemed fine.
“Hey. You girls are really cute,” he typed out.
“Thanks, you too!” Emma wrote back.
“I’m from the UK. What about you?”
“We’re Australian,” Emma typed.
“Damn, so far! I’m 24. How old?”
I reminded Emma to say we were 18, and she quickly typed it into the chat box.
“Awesome, I’m Patty or Pat.”
“I’m Emma, and she’s Indy,” Emma typed.
“Why did you use our real names?” I hissed at her.
“Sorry! It’s fine!” Emma argued.
“Do you girls want to help me cum?” Pat wrote, wasting little time making known what he was there for.
“Sure! How can we help?” Emma asked.
“Show me your tits?” he wrote
Pat pulled down his sweatpants and unleashed his skinny erection shortly after. It wasn’t as nice as Dean’s cock, but it was still a cock, and it looked good.
“Your turn,” he typed before slowly starting to jerk his penis.
Wow, things move pretty fast on these cam sites. We barely chatted for 2 minutes before he was already stroking away. Emma didn’t seem to mind, and neither did I as we leaned in closer to see his display.
“Come on, I’m so fucking hard and horny. Don’t tease me, show your tits,” he typed again
Both of us nodded in agreement and peeled off our nightshirts. I didn’t have a bra on, and Emma didn’t either. Our teeny tits were on show for Pat, and he immediately started to jerk faster and faster.
We watched intently, licking our lips. My pussy needed attention so bad. I was just about to dig my hand into my shorts when Pat’s cock suddenly shot cum out onto his stomach. He kept jerking it all out, his abs flexing with each pulse of cum that flew out.
“That was fast!” Emma snickered.
“Too fast!” I sighed.
“Fuck! Thanks, babes. You girls got snap?” Pat typed after he successfully recovered.
“Skip!” I commanded Emma.
We put our shirts back on and continued the search. So many duds and weirdos until another guy we liked the look of matched with us. Like with Pat, this guy was from the UK, but he was a little older, 27.
“What do I have to do to not get you girls to skip me?” the stranger said into his mic with a smirk.
“Crap! Turn down the volume!” I blurted out.
Emma laughed. We probably should have had the smarts to use earbuds or at least mute the volume in case this happened. She reached over to grab the wireless buds we used earlier while watching Love Island.
“Sorry, we can’t really talk. Our parents are in the next room,” Emma typed.
“That’s cool! I can type as well,” he wrote.
“No, it’s okay. We got our earbuds on now,” Emma informed.
“Awesome. I hate typing, plus I can’t spell,” he joked in a cute British accent. “ Let me guess, you girls are American?”
We shook our heads and giggled softly,” Australian,” Emma wrote.
“Nice, I love Australia. All the girls there are hot as fuck! I’m Matt, by the way.”
“Hey Matt, I’m Emma, and the redhead is Indy.
“Nice to meet you, I’m a lucky guy. So hard to find girls to talk to here. It takes forever,” he sighed.
“Yeah. We’ve been having trouble as well. But you seem cool,” Emma typed.
“Thanks, I’ll do my best not to get skipped. It’s a shame I can’t hear you, I really like Australian accents,” he smoothly confessed.
“If you make us happy, we’ll say something,” Emma teased.
Matt laughed and gave a thumbs-up to his webcam,” What can I do to make you girls happy?” he asked.
“Take off your shirt!” Emma ordered. We both giggled after she typed the message.
“Sure, I don’t mind. Anything else?” he amusingly offered.
“The pants too,” I told Emma to write.
“Damn, it usually goes the other way round. But I don’t mind showing off first,” he chuckled before standing up and removing his clothes.
Matt wasn’t wearing any underwear, and when his pants rolled down his legs, we instantly got an eyeful of his nice, large cock. It looked bigger than Dean’s. Plus, he also had a gym body, but that wasn’t very important at the time.
“You girls happy? Do I get to hear that sexy accent now?” he asked with a smug tone.
Emma unmuted our mic, and we took turns saying “hello” to Matt, being careful to keep our voices down.
“I was right, you girls sound sexy. You got me bricking up already. What do I have to do to get those shirts off?” he questioned while sitting back down. His cock was growing higher in his lap with each passing second.
“How big is your cock? Get it really hard for us,” Emma typed as I smiled at him through the webcam.
“It’s just over 8 inches,” he groaned as his hand started to stroke his meat.
“Don’t stroke too fast! We want to watch you do it longer than a few minutes. I asked Emma to write, remembering what happened with Pat.
“I won’t cum until you ask me to, I promise,” Matt spoke with a grin.
“Very smooth. So you want to see our tits?” Emma asked.
“Yes, please.”
We both giggled and took off our shirts, pleased when we saw him smile ear to ear and tug on his cock very quickly a few times before stopping. He clearly liked what he saw, and we liked showing him.
“Hot tits, both of you. C cups?” he enquired.
“No, high B’s. We wear the same size.”
“They look really similar. I’d have a lot of fun sucking on them. I bet you have hot asses as well. Can I see?” Matt groaned.
He sounded really aroused, which got us both even more excited as well. Emma didn’t have to say a word to me, we both lifted our legs up and pulled off our shorts in unison. The laptop toppled over as we did so, but we giggled and quickly repositioned it to get both of us in frame before turning around to give Matt a view of our butts in cotton panties.
“Nice, cute panties. Want to take them off so we can start having some fun together?” he suggested eagerly.
“Sure!” Emma and I said. Hopefully, the mic still caught what we said, but either way, Matt soon found out as we removed the panties as well, then sat back with our knees together, facing the webcam.
“Don’t be shy now, spread them. I want to see those tight pussies,” he confidently ordered.
Just the way his tone suddenly changed had my pussy tingling. I was getting wetter by the second. I wanted him to tell me what to do next so badly I ached.
“Fuck! They look so tight, are you two virgins?” Matt assumed.
We both nodded our heads nervously, and he grunted in pleasure at the confession, which made me giggle.
“I love fucking virgins, so fucking tight. Would you two let me take your virginity if I were there?” he panted in lust.
“Yeah, we want your big cock to deflower us,” Emma leaned over to whisper into the mic.
“Fuck! You’d struggle with my big dick, but I’d make sure you get used to it real fast so I can really pound your pussies,” Matt huffed. His hand moved faster over his shaft. His breathing increased as well.
“Sounds hot, we really want you to fuck us as hard as you want,” Emma replied.
“Damn, good girls. Now play with your pussies for Daddy,” he ordered.
Emma and I didn’t have to be told twice, we immediately reached between our smooth legs and started to play with our kitties. Even though we were alone in her room, Matt’s presence made the awkwardness of masturbating together a distant memory.
“Moan for me, let me hear how wet you are thinking about my thick cock drilling you deep,” he grunted. “ Such hot little sluts,” Matt added as he jerked quicker and harder in his chair.
We let out stifled moans, still aware of being heard from the next room. I focused most of my rubbing on my clit, knowing it was the fastest way to achieve an orgasm. Emma seemed to have the same technique, it was the first time I’d seen her flick her little bean, oddly arousing even though she was my cousin.
“Get in doggy, point your asses at the camera, and finger those pussies hard and fast for me, girls,” Matt desperately groaned. “ Imagined I’m fucking you hard from behind,” he said.
We did as asked and continued to strum our clits in pure lust, unable to see Matt stroking his big cock now, but his grunts and continued dirty talk were enough to arouse us further.
With the limited space on her double bed, Emma and I constantly bumped our hips into each other, but that didn’t seem to deter us from thrashing our pussies urgently at Matt’s orders. I was resting on my forearm, head bowed, working my fingers over my clit, feeling my hand get wetter as more juices flowed out of my gash.
It was so hot, I loved hearing a man talk to me while I fingered my clit, telling me what to do. I even loved it when he used derogatory terms like slut. It only spurred me on to show him how much I wanted to be one.
“Are you girls going to cum for me? Cum on my big dick? Turn around and let me see your faces when you do,” Matt directed.
“Mhmmm ... Yes!” I moaned as Emma did the same.
We flipped over and got in position, presuming our jilling, racing toward orgasm very quickly.
“I’m close,” I hear Emma whisper.
“Me too,” I replied.
I doubled down my efforts when I heard Emma doing the same, both our breaths ragged with desire and need.
“Cum, girls! Cum! Then I’m going to give you two a huge load,” Matt huffed. His hand was moving as fast as it ever had, up and down his slick pipe. His bearded face concentrated directly on our quivering, young pussies.
“I’m cumming,” Emma announced, just before I felt the same euphoric high that took over my body suddenly and with force.
The bed started to shake with our combined fits of pleasure. I had to muffle my moans by biting on my free hand that had been busily fondling my tits. Emma chose to bite down hard on her pillow as she trembled and shook. Finally, we both felt the ache and pain of horniness drift away as our orgasms satisfied our lust for now.
“Fucking hot! Put your faces close to the Camera and open wide. I’m going to feed you this load,” Matt cried out.
Emma and I giggled and hopped into action. We knelt by the laptop and opened our mouths wide for Matt to imagine he was cumming right into our teenage mouths.
With a grunt and then a boyish whimper, Matt stood from his chair and proceeded to shoot his load onto his desk. It looked like it went everywhere, probably all over his keyboard as well. So nasty and hot. Emma and I clapped and smiled at the show he put on.
“Damn! That was intense!” he puffed out before flopping back in his chair.
“Very! Thank you for helping a couple of girls out,” I leaned over and said into the mic.
“Yeah! It’s just what we needed, stud,” Emma chimed in.
“No problem. I should thank you girls. Best time I’ve had here in ages,” Matt praised.
“Cool, we need to go. Thanks again.”
“Bye, Matt!” I added.
He gave us a thumbs up, his chest heaving in exertion after the hard cum before Emma closed the tab.
“Not bad, much more fun than porn,” Emma giggled at me.
“Yeah, it was hot,” I agreed.
“Had enough slut? Or do you want more?” Emma teased me.
“Shut up! Good night!” I snarled at her and threw back on my night shirt, leaving my panties and shorts where they were by the bed, and rolled over to sleep.
In the morning, I woke to the sounds of clanging and banging coming from the house and the backyard. The adults were busy loading up the 4WDs for our family outing to Point Herron. Gosh! The sun had barely risen, and they were already making so much noise. Emma started to whine loudly as well. We barely got 5 hours of sleep last night.
“Hey! Put on your shorts! I can see your tushy,” Emma pointed out as I reached for her bedroom door.
In my tired state, I had totally forgotten I only had a shirt on, and it barely reached my waist. “ Oh crap! Thanks!” I giggled to Emma before walking around to pick up my panties and shorts from the floor.
I went out to use the bathroom, running into Auntie Laura, who asked me if Emma was awake yet. I think she flopped back on her bed when I left, trying to get a little extra shut-eye. Now, if I were totally sweet and nice, I would have lied to Auntie Laura that Emma was up, but I snickered and told her Emma was still asleep. My Aunt then stormed into Emma’s room and shouted at her to wake up, followed by a loud yell in return from Emma, which had me in fits of laughter. I hurried into the bathroom and locked the door quickly, showering and still giggling.
“Bathrooms free, you think we should wear our string bikinis today?” I joked with Emma. She still looked tired and unhappy after the run-in with her mother.
“I wish! It could be fun walking up and down the jetty, all those old fishermen checking us out,” Emma laughed.
“Geez! Why couldn’t you just say hot guys? I jeered before chucking.
“Maybe there will be, not that we could flirt with them anyway, with our families so close,” She sighed.
“Don’t worry, babe. It’s just one day. Tomorrow, we can catch up with Dean or go back to the nude beach and find more older guys for you to practice flirting with. Or practice other things,” I told her before making an obscene cock sucking gesture with my hand and mouth.
Emma’s eyes brightened at the idea. She definitely wanted what I was saying. “You’re right, Indy! Let’s just make the best of this family day, then we can have some real fun, just the two of us. Naughty cousins day trip, tomorrow!” she cheered.
I giggled at the enthusiasm and gave her a big hug before Emma went out to shower. Of course, I couldn’t wear the tiny string bikini today, instead, I went with a more family-friendly green tankini and covered it up with a jean skirt and a T-shirt.
Point Herron is a pretty popular destination for families and tourists alike. The large car park was usually full of camper vans and trucks, people stopping for the day to enjoy fishing and barbecues in the sprawling park. Today was Thursday, and without the weekend crowds, the place was much more relaxing, even though there were still plenty of campers about. Mostly older travellers, who liked to stick to themselves.
“Ready to go fishing, kids?” My Dad joyfully announced.
“Yes!” My brother shouted happily, followed by an equally happy yell from my other cousin, James.
“Can we just sit on the beach, Mum?” I pleaded with her.
“Just go with your Dad and Uncle for an hour or so, then you girls can walk about or sit on the beach until lunch time,” Auntie Laura propositioned.
“Okay, fine,” Emma and I agreed. Following along behind the boys as they enthusiastically walked down to the jetty.
“Hey, look, I think you two would be cute together,” Emma whispered toward me as we walked down the fishing pier.
She giggled, referring to a bold, overweight man fishing with a friend who was equally as overweight. They gave our dads a polite hello and a smile at us girls.
“I’ll ask him out if you ask out his friend,” I countered Emma with.
“Ewwww! nooo!” We both giggled quietly and kept walking.
When our parents found a spot they liked, we set up a few chairs and sat watching as the males in the family cast their lines. I should have bought a book, it was so boring. My phone didn’t even have reception here, Ugh!
“You don’t enjoy fishing, young lady?” I heard from my right side.
The man who asked me had a friendly smile, he looked around 60, much older than Dean. Most of his hair was grey, and his face showed its age.
“Not really, my parents made me come out,” I answered politely.
The man laughed and nodded his understanding. “ My daughter hated fishing as well, but she still came out to spend time with her dad from time to time,” he remarked.
“Where is she now?” I asked
“Well, she has a family of her own now. I’m travelling around Australia with my mate, John. I’m Joe,” he informed.
“Where are your wives?” I then asked curiously.
“John lost his wife to cancer a few years back, so did I,” So it’s just us on this trip,” Joe divulged.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry too much,’ I offered.
“It’s fine, most girls your age wouldn’t even say two words to a man my age,” he told me.
I giggled and smiled, suddenly turning away as Emma came back to her seat.
“This is my cousin Emma,” I introduced to Joe.
“Hey!” she greeted him, before giving me a devious smirk.
“I’ll let you girls be. Need to catch my dinner or else I’m going hungry tonight,” Joe chuckled before baiting up and casting his rod.
I giggled and flashed him another friendly smile before Emma tugged on my shoulder.
“I guess 44 wasn’t old enough for you. You need to hit on grandpas now,” she teased.
“Shut up! He was just saying hello, and I was being polite,” I argued.
“That’s how it started with Dean, then by the end of it, you were covered in his cum,” Emma chuckled.
“Okay! Stop. The guy is like 60 years old. His wife died of cancer, I couldn’t not be polite,” I told Emma.
“Oh, wow! That’s really sad, poor man.”
“Yeah, they both lost their wives to cancer,” I added.
“Okay, no more depressing topics! It’s getting hot, want to go for a swim?’ Emma suggested.
“Sure!” I agreed.
We both got up from our chairs and stripped away to our swimsuits. I noticed Joe and John looking over toward us, probably because we were making too much noise like teenagers do.
“We’re going for a swim,” I told the adults, before Emma and I raced down the pier to the more shallow end, where there were no fishermen, and jumped off into the cool water. We splashed and frolicked about, diving down to see the schools of small fish swimming under the jetty. It was really a beautiful sight.
After enjoying the water and the underwater sights for a bit, we swam along the pier, finding a ladder to climb back up. Emma went first, then I followed, pleasantly surprised when John offered me a helping hand back onto the pier.
“Thank you,” I graciously said with a smile.
“You’re welcome, young lady,” he replied with his own smile.
“How’s the water? Joe asked.
“Great! You deciding whether or not to jump in?” Emma chirped.
“You girls do make it look tempting,” Joe grinned.
“Don’t break your hip jumping like the youngins,” John joked.
“You’re probably right, mate,” Joe laughed. We giggled along with him.
Emma and I then walked off to grab our towels. I couldn’t help looking back over my shoulder, seeing the older men checking out our asses, or so I thought. It was probably all innocent, but I just couldn’t help thinking it wasn’t. Luckily, we didn’t wear our skimpy string bikinis, or else they might have had a heart attack.
We sat on the edge of the pier to dry off more, watching as Dad reeled in quite a big fish to the cheers of my brother and a few other men around the area, including John and Joe, who came over to see the commotion. I didn’t get why it was such a big deal, but every male there acted like it was. I just rolled my eyes as they posed for pictures.
“We’re gonna head back to prep the barbecue. You girls want to come?” my mother asked.
“In a bit, we’re going to have another swim first,” I replied.
“Okay, have fun,” Auntie Laura said as the two strolled off.
It was close to midday, and most of the other fisherman had retired back to their camper vans or left for lunch. Our Dads and brothers were trying their luck on the other side of the jetty while Emma and I splashed about next to the wooden pillars.
“Hey! I think you girls are scaring away all the fish!” Joe shouted down at us with a playful laugh.
“Sorry!” I yelled back, giggling.
“Don’t listen to him, girls! He’s just upset he hasn’t caught anything. You two keep enjoying yourselves,” John said happily.
We laughed and gave him a grin, continuing to swim about under the pier.
“Hey, Indy! I dare you to flash them!” Emma challenged me with a cheeky glare.
“No way! People might see me. What if our dads or brothers catch me?
“So, you’re saying you would do it if there wasn’t a chance of being caught? I knew you were a slut! I can’t believe you want to flash your tits to grandpas,” Emma laughed.