Chapter 57

Back on the patio, Julie was almost suitably clothed. The thought was there, but Emma's spare bikini was meant for a girl of thirteen, not seventeen. The small patches of cloth barely covered her nipples, and the bikini bottom cut wickedly into her thighs, molding itself to her athletic build. Lauren slumped down onto the lounger, leaning back as she sipped the ice cold wine. She watched Jamie plying back and forth, turning effortlessly, length after length. Julie watched him with great interest as she sat on the deck chair, an ankle resting on her knee, no doubt, thought Lauren, giving Jamie a wonderful view of the material as it must surely be trapped between the soft folds of her labia.

Lauren closed her eyes, aware that Peter wanted to talk, to join the group. He knew little of what they had been forced to do in Maria's wayward house, but Lauren had briefly mentioned that everyone was involved at the same time, including Emma. She had glossed over the facts about her relationship with Maria and focused on the little show that they had been persuaded to perform for Maria's so- called Uncle. Peter had been fascinated, asking no questions, lapping up every detail as they trudged along on the second day of the walk. His interest shifted from a need for the sexual details to a search for the reason that they were still alive. Lauren gradually realised that Maria may have felt that to have Lauren and Emma alive and willing was of more service to her than involve them in one of her more violent productions. They had not discussed the event since that time, the subject taboo.

She opened her eyes, just in time to see Emma standing by the poolside, wineglass in hand. Jamie was bobbing up and down in the water, encouraging her. She swigged back the half empty glass, set it down and flicked the clasp of her bikini top. It hit the floor at the same time she entered the water, diving gracefully beside her brother. The activity wasn't missed by Peter, who sat up casually, waiting for the little girl to re-emerge. She didn't disappoint, breaking the surface fast enough to allow her young breasts to burst forth into the sunlight in all their glory. Lauren became aware of Julie to her right, restless and clearly torn between staying with the older pair and joining those closer to her age. Youth won. She stood in her tight bikini and walked to the edge of the pool, acknowledging the whistles and laughter from the water.

Lauren and Peter looked at each other, smiling before turning back to watch the girl. Her physique was perfect, both elegant and athletic, the broad shoulders of a swimmer, maybe, combined with the no-nonsense tautness of her limbs. Her buttocks were tight together, trapping the thin strap of her bikini in a way that revealed her pussy lips between her legs to perfection. She turned to Lauren.

"Do you mind?" she asked, holding the front clasp of her bikini top. Her breasts bulged from almost every edge of the material.

"No, we're very casual here, don't you worry." she replied, dismissing her concern with a wave of her hand, spilling her wine. Julie flicked her fingers, revealing to Lauren once again her breasts, the nipples flat, asleep. She dropped the hopelessly inadequate clothing on top of Emma's and sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling her feet in the water. Jamie swam across to her and gripped her legs, pulling relentlessly until she tumbled on top of him into the water, laughing in delight at the cool water and the sensation of their bodies together.

Lauren shifted on the lounger, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs, glancing to her left at Peter and smiling. "Hot, eh?" she said, her words not slurred but with a pronounced drawl. Peter nodded. His hands were in his lap as he laid back against the raised seat, trying to look the picture of calm while his cock attempted to burst out from underneath the trunks. Her eyes gleamed in the sunlight as she toured his body, from his strong shoulders and arms, down over his ancient trunks and along his hairy legs. Ample room in the trunks for her hand, she thought. She decided two things within seconds of each other. Firstly, she just had to lose her top, because the sun was making her itch. Secondly, she wasn't going to be distasteful and do it herself. That was a job for Peter, and she would let him do it as a way of thanking him. He turned, following her eyes, clearly embarrassed by the length of time she had stared at him.

Lauren and Peter ventured into the water only briefly, enough to be able to say they joined in, to wash away the heat of the afternoon. But she didn't like the splashing and the constant diving of the others worried her, so rather than nervously clinging to the edge, she waded out, stood still and drip dried for a couple of minutes and then resumed her relaxed position on the lounger. Peter pulled himself out of the water less than five minutes later.

"Want some more wine, this white's almost gone?"

"Yeah, I'll show you where it is." said Lauren, springing to her feet. Blood pounded in her head, black blotches from the sudden jump up half obscuring her vision as she wandered towards the kitchen. He caught her arm, steadying her as she stepped onto the cool marble of the utility room floor. "Here!" she said, opening the fridge, "one more bottle of white, then there's tons of red in the spare room." She put the bottle on the kitchen table, and took his hand, pulling him to the spare room. Her knuckles brushed against his rigid cock, her brain noting the hardness and, to her delayed surprise, the utter desire that registered. Their fingers interlocked, cool and damp, exploring, squeezing as their feet flapped along the cold hallway.

She guided him into the room, flicking the door closed with her foot as he tugged along. They spun round, unspoken words exchanged, consent signaled as they edged closer. Her bikini was damp, the material clinging tightly to her body. Lauren pulled him towards her, his cock now raging against her stomach. To her amazement, the length of his erection and his physical height caused the top of his cock to nestle against the firm, graceful curve of her breast. She gripped his buttocks, pulling him close as she looked up dreamily into his eyes. Her lips parted as he leaned down, craning his neck to kiss her forehead. She could feel tiny drips from her bikini running down her leg, warm, caressing.

She exhaled, delighted at his touch, the coolness of his hands, the safety of his strength. Swaying slightly, she kissed him back, slipping her tongue along his lip, encouraging him as his hands gripped her back, squeezing her breasts against his hairy chest. Her bikini top reminded her of the desire building inside her and so when his hands rubbed lightly against the side of her breasts she sighed, kissing him hard in encouragement. But rather than ripping her clothes off, she felt his grip increase, squeezing her sides, lifting her slightly so that she stood on tiptoes. Her hands moved over his back, circling, rising until she held his shoulders, maintaining her embrace with a sigh and a thundering heart.

"Eyes closed?"

She laughed, recalling their flight. "Story time?"

"Mmm. Tell me what you feel."

She thought, hot and panting as she lay her head on his shoulder and gently swayed back and forth to imaginary music. "I feel our bodies, close, touching all the way down. I feel your feet against mine. I feel your legs. I know your heart is beating very quickly. Your mouth is warm and tastes of white wine. I can smell chlorine, lunch."

"What else?"

"I feel the cool air in the room, the warmth of my legs. I know there's suntan stuff under my arms and over my stomach. My muscles still ache. I'm a little drunk, not hungry. And you feel so clean. Your skin feels tight, cold, my fingers sort of squeak over it when I touch you."