Chapter 16

Beverly and I woke up at six on Thursday morning. We swam and went to our bathroom to shower. We usually showered in the cabana, but we needed to shave our genitals.

“Are you going to shave my pussy this morning?” Beverly said while we rinsed.

“Sure. Will you shave me?”

“Of course. I get to play with your big cock and balls when I shave you.”

“Baby, you can play with my junk anytime you want to. We can’t fool around too much. Your cousins will be here soon,” I said.

“I know.”

Beverly and I shaved each other’s crotches before we got out of the stall and dried ourselves. I dressed and headed to the kitchen to make coffee while she finished preparing for the day. While the coffee brewed, I opened the gate to let Zack and Beth in.

I felt Beverly hug me from behind. When I turned around, I saw her dressed in shorts and a tank top.

“No dress today?” I asked.

“I thought I’d wear shorts. I’ll wear a dress if you want me to,” Beverly said.

“You look great, baby. I’m not used to seeing you in shorts.” I chuckled. “You usually wear a dress or skirt unless you’re naked or in your undies.”

Chuckling, Beverly gripped the hem of her top. “I can be naked if you want me to.”

I laughed, hugged her, and said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Bev. Are you going to wear a bikini on the boat?”

Beverly lifted her shirt to show me the top of her bikini. “I have one on.”

I heard my phone beep, signaling someone had passed the entrance to our property. Looking at the monitor, I saw a car approaching the house.

“Zack and Beth are here,” I said.

“Let’s go outside and meet them,” Beverly replied.

We went through the garage to wait for Beverly’s cousins. They parked near the open door and got out of the car. Beth and Zack looked around as they walked toward us.

“What the hell, Bev! I heard you had a nice house, but I didn’t imagine anything like this,” Beth said.

Nodding, Beverly said, “Welcome to our humble abode. Come in. We have fresh coffee.”

We led Zack and Beth to the kitchen and invited them to sit at the island counter. Beverly took four coffee mugs from the cupboard and placed them on the counter.

“How do you take your coffee?” Beverly said.

“I drink it black. Beth likes a little cream or milk,” Zack replied.

Once we had our coffee, Beverly and I sat with her cousins. Beth swiveled on her chair, looking at the kitchen.

“Okay, what gives? Is this really your house?” Beth said.

“It’s Jeff’s house. He inherited it from his grandfather,” Beverly said.

Zack shook his head. “I knew your last name was Henderson, but I didn’t realize you were related to Henderson Enterprises.”

“My grandfather owned Henderson. When he passed away, I inherited the house.”

“What happened to the companies?” Zack asked.

“I inherited them, too.”

“Would you like a tour?” Beverly said.

“Of course. Lead the way,” Beth said as she got off her chair.

Beverly and I took Zack and Beth through the house. Each time we entered a room, they commented on it. When we finished in the house, we went to the deck. Beverly showed them the pool, cabana, and our workout room and told them about the apartment above the cabana.

When I showed them the boat, Zack shook his head.

“Your boat is much larger than the one I’m used to fishing from. My friend’s boat is twenty feet,” Zack said.

“Follow me. You’re going to love the deck,” Beverly said.

We went up the stairs to the deck on the boathouse’s roof. Beverly showed them the bar and bathroom and then led them to the front. We stood looking at the lake.

“This is amazing. Do you ever feel like you’re living in paradise?” Beth said.

“Yes, but I’d be happy in a tent as long as I was with Jeff.”

“Let’s eat and go fishing,” I said.

We returned to the house. Beverly opened the refrigerator and removed eggs and sausage. Beth helped prepare breakfast. As the girls worked, I looked at Beth. She was a little shorter than Beverly and thinner. When she turned sideways, I noticed her breasts were smaller. Her blonde hair was shoulder-length. I could see the dark roots and realized she had colored her hair. Like Beverly, Beth wore shorts and a tank top.

“Your home is amazing, Jeff. I think the second-floor bedrooms are larger than the living room at our house,” Zack said.

Beth and Beverly placed platters of food on the counter and sat beside Zack and me.

“I think our apartment at school is smaller than your bedroom, Bev. How long does it take to clean this place?” Beth said.

“I have no idea. We have housekeepers take care of the cleaning and a landscaping company to handle the outside,” Beverly said. “You said your apartment. Don’t you stay in the dorms?”

“No. Dad got us a two-bedroom apartment. He said it was less expensive than two dorm rooms,” Zack said.

Beverly chuckled. “It must be hard when you have a friend over.”

“Zack and I manage, don’t we?” Beth said.

Zack nodded but didn’t reply.

When we finished eating, I helped Beverly clean the dishes. Beth offered, but we told her to relax.

“Are we ready to go fishing?” I said.

“I’ll be ready as soon as I get my rods and tackle from the car,” Zack said.

“Beth, do you have a bathing suit? If it’s nice, we can tan on the boat,” Beverly said.

“Yes. I have it in my bag. Do you wear yours under your clothes or change on the boat?” Beth said.

“I’m wearing mine. There is a cabin on the boat if you want to change there,” Beverly said.

“I’ll put mine on while Zack gets his stuff.”

Beverly took Beth to our bedroom. Zack and I gathered his things and took them to the boat. While we waited, I lowered the boat and got it ready.

“I have water, soda, and beer in the cooler. Is there anything else you’d like, Zack?” I said.

“No. I’m good with what you have. Beth will be, too,” Zack said.

Beverly and Beth entered the boathouse carrying a duffel bag. I took the bag and helped them aboard. Once we were set, I backed out of the boathouse into the lake.

“I see you girls changed into sweatpants and hoodies,” Zack said.

“Yeah. Beverly said it might be chilly, so we changed. We have other clothes in the duffel bag if we need them,” Beth said.

Zack sat beside me at the helm while the girls sat in the bow. The lake was smooth, and there wasn’t any wind. As we cruised across the water, I explained the electronics to Zack.

I headed to a location where I’d had success in the past. When we arrived, I shut down the outboards, moved to the bow, and lowered the electric trolling motor.

Zack and I helped Beth and Beverly get set up before we started fishing.

As I moved along the shoreline, we made casts. Zack hooked the first fish and landed it.

“These stripers fight harder than the bass I’m used to catching,” Zack said.

“That’s a nice fish, Zack. We’ll keep it for dinner,” I said.

Glancing at the stern, I noticed Beverly and Beth spent more time talking than making casts. It didn’t matter to me. I was glad they were enjoying themselves. After a few minutes, Beverly caught a fish.

It warmed up, so the girls removed their hoodies, revealing their bikini tops. I smiled, knowing Beverly wore one of her micro suits. Beth’s top was small but not as tiny as Beverly’s. When the girls made casts, their breasts wobbled.

“Where did you get the suit, Beth? I don’t remember seeing it,” Zack said.

Beth turned to face Zack and me. “Bev lent it to me. It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. You look good in it. I’ve never seen you wear anything that small,” Zack said.

Beth shrugged and laughed. “My suit isn’t as small as my big-boobed cousin’s. I might buy a micro someday. It would make my little tits look bigger.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your boobs, Beth,” Beverly said.

Zack and I laughed as we listened to the girls’ banter. During their banter, I learned Beth wore a thirty-two B bra. I thought about making a comment, but refrained.

At about eleven, Beverly said, “Are we going to have lunch at a restaurant or go to the house?”

“It doesn’t matter to me, Bev. What would you girls like to do?” I said.

“If it’s okay with everyone, I’d like to go to the house so we can swim,” Beth said.

“That sounds good. Maybe we can go fishing again before we return to school,” Zack said.

“You guys are welcome to fish with Bev and me anytime you like. Let’s pack it in for today and head home,” I said.

We stowed the rods, and I pulled the trolling motor. Beverly asked if anyone wanted something to drink and gave us water. I started the outboards and asked Zack if he wanted to drive. He nodded and took the helmsman’s seat. The girls moved to the bow for the ride back to the house.

When we were close to the boathouse, I took over and moved the boat into its sling. We offloaded our gear and went to the deck. Once we were settled, the girls removed their sweatpants.

“We should have something light for lunch so we’re not full for dinner. I’ll make a platter of cheese, lunchmeat, and crackers,” Beverly said.

“That works for me,” I said.

When everyone agreed, Beth and Beverly headed to the house. When Zack saw Beverly’s thong bikini bottoms, his eyes opened wide. I saw him watching the girls and chuckled.

“Not a bad view, is it?” I said.

Zack grinned and shook his head. “Hey, Beth, you need a suit like Bev’s.”

Beth looked over her shoulder and smiled. When she hooked her fingers into the bottom of her suit and pulled the material between her butt cheeks, Zack and I laughed.

“Bev is sure different from how I remember her, Jeff. She used to be so conservative,” Zack said.

I replied with a nod, thinking he didn’t know the half of it. While I didn’t remember much about Beverly before she moved to Texas, I knew what she was becoming.

When the girls returned with our food, I passed out beers and joined them at the table. We talked about the morning and fishing while eating.

“Your pool looks inviting. I’m going to swim,” Beth said when we finished eating.

We all jumped into the water, swam, and milled around. After a few minutes, we gathered in waist-deep water to rest.