The Esses – Part 3
The Esses – Part 3
by
Jason Crow
The Esses
Part three
I awoke earlier than usual that morning. As I was lying in bed, I found myself looking at the ceiling, replaying the events of yesterday in my mind. The realization I had come to in the evening still lingered. Why should the girls be constrained by my own prudishness? Okay, I’m not exactly a prude, but why couldn’t they act the way they wanted around me because I was held back by society’s rules? I acknowledged to myself that I took some moral liberties here, and I wasn’t entirely sure if my actions were driven by genuine concern or something else. However, one thing was sure: I regretted my behavior.
I didn’t hear any movement from the room next door, but a quick glance at my alarm clock revealed that it was late enough to start the day. So, I got up, showered, forced myself to wear only my black Versace boxer briefs, and headed downstairs.
All the models I took back to my place and who stayed for breakfast were amazed by the omelets I made, so I decided to do the same for Sarah and Sandra. As I finished making the first of my famous omelets, I heard the patter of young, bare feet on the kitchen tile. Before I could react, with my hands full, I felt a kiss on my cheek from behind, and Sarah cheerfully wished me a good morning. Glancing around, I noticed she was dressed in the same outfit as last night, although her shirt was now inside-out, her blonde hair not yet brushed.
“Have a seat and prepare to be amazed,” I said, grinning widely.
I placed the plate in front of her and observed as she took the first bite. As the flavors danced on her taste buds, her face lit up, and she said with a look of awe on her face, “This is wonderful! You really are an amazing cook!”
“Thanks!” I replied, turning around and hearing another pair of bare feet on the stairs.
Sarah’s amused voice piped up, “Are you sure you’re not gay?”
“Bite me!” I chuckled, turning to see Sandra’s sleepy expression.
“Morning…” she grumbled, clearly not quite awake yet.
After finishing Sandra’s omelet and watching her take her first bite, her eyes widened, and she instantly perked up, showering me with more compliments. “Mom can’t make anything like this,” Sandra divulged.
Once breakfast was over and we were chatting away, an idea popped into my head. In the past, I took my dates to a famous and fancy restaurant called Claudio’s. It was renowned as the best restaurant within a two-hundred-mile radius, situated in a bustling hotspot in town, and it was not uncommon to spot one or two famous people dining there.
When I suggested this to Sarah and Sandra, they became instantly excited, chatting animatedly about all the celebrities they might see. I let them indulge in their excitement for a moment, chuckling at their eagerness.
“But… I didn’t bring anything nice to wear!” Sandra groaned, interrupting the excitement with a hint of concern.
Sarah’s face morphed into one of realization, and she nodded worriedly. Two pairs of puppy eyes were looking at me, and I had to laugh at how the brains of these girls worked.
“Well… then we’ll just have to go shopping, won’t we?”
“YES!” they simultaneously shouted and started jumping around excitedly, each of them giving me a hug.
We agreed that they’d quickly take their morning shower as I cleaned up and made sure we were ready to go. The girls practically raced upstairs, and I cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher.
As I headed upstairs to get dressed, I could hear the shower running, and the girls were giggling. My room, with its own shower en suite, was further down the hall. The girls were using the guest bathroom here at the top of the stairs.
But the steam coming into the hallway indicated that they had left the door open. At least a crack. I stood for a moment, contemplating my options. If I passed by quickly, no one would notice. But then again, they didn’t seem to mind one bit, either. I was so confused at the moment that I thought I was going mad. But since I decided this morning that I was the one that needed to change, I gathered myself and took a look.
It was as if I was moving in slow motion. The bathroom door wasn’t just ajar. It was completely open, and the moment I could see inside, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Under the big, dual-headed shower, the girls were standing with their backs toward me. Their glistening young bodies on full display. They were talking to each other, seemingly oblivious to the open door. I watched as the soap ran down their backs, over their tight, hot asses, where it accumulated between their cheeks and disappeared between their legs.
Watching their wet bodies like this in the indirect bathroom lighting made me pop a boner almost instantly. I knew I didn’t want to get hard over them, but my body had a different opinion. I lingered as long as I could get away with and absorbed every inch of their young bodies, hoping to etch this image into my brain.
The moment Sarah turned sideways, and I saw her silhouette with her hard nipple sticking out from her small breast, I snapped out of it. I tore my eyes from her chest and looked at her face. The steam in the shower made me unsure of what I saw, but I thought I caught her looking with a hint of amusement in her eyes. Surely, she would’ve said something if she had caught me looking. Right? Not wanting to risk any longer, I hurried to my room.
Once inside, I hesitated a moment if I should open up my surveillance app. This could show me the camera footage from both the shower and their bedroom, but despite my throbbing cock needing urgent relief, I decided against it. It would be more than a little unethical to use the hidden cameras used for my AI, right? Not wanting to dwell any longer over this internal ethical battle, I whipped out my rock-hard dick and jerked myself to an intense orgasm within ten strokes, the images of my naked nieces filling my head.
I was barely clear enough to aim my spraying cock toward the damp towel that was still lying on the floor after my morning shower, but thankfully, I managed. After I regained my senses, looked at the mess on the towel, and the realization of what just had happened kicked in, I mumbled, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
I couldn’t shake the images of their naked bodies from my head. I only saw their backsides and one sideboob. But somehow, these young girls struck a chord with me. Their developing bodies, youthful innocence, and near-perfect figures, combined with the sexy insinuations they made, were just too much for me. I couldn’t help it.
The bad thing was that I didn’t feel any guilt or remorse now. I jerked myself to one of the quickest orgasms ever by just thinking about them, and it was hot as fuck. Even the thought of doing more with them wasn’t that scary anymore. I realized I was tumbling down a slippery moral slope, and I didn’t really care that I did. Where was this going to end?
Of course, I knew I shouldn’t and couldn’t do more than look and that it was on me to maintain a proper distance, but there was no harm in fantasizing, right? Despite some of the things they said and did, they sure as hell wouldn’t want to have anything to do with their old uncle like that. Not physically. They were just too green and innocent to realize the effect their actions had on me.
I chose an outfit that was both stylish and casual, got dressed, and just as I opened the door to head downstairs, the girls stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in towels. The fluffy towels covered them modestly, but their long, shapely legs and bare shoulders were still a delightful sight.
“I’ll be in the garage. Meet you guys there,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs.
“Just be a minute,” they chimed in unison and walked over toward their closet.
Later, it dawned on me that they didn’t close the bedroom door behind them. But since I didn’t have a plausible reason to be upstairs, I had to leave it at that.
“Nice rides, Ronald!” Sandra said as she checked out my collection of cars.
“Which car should we take, girls?”
They didn’t respond but rushed over to my convertible. It wasn’t a huge surprise they chose that one. It’s flashy and always attracts looks and praises from people who see me in that car. Seeing those two all hyped up brought a smile to my face.
“I guess it’s the Maserati…”
“Yeah! This one’s awesome!” Sarah cheered as she sat down in the passenger seat.
“Thanks!” I said, getting in and bringing the V6 to life. I revved the engine, causing both Sandra and Sarah to giggle and look at me in awe. “This is a Maserati GranCabrio Trofeo. It’s actually the closest thing to a regular car I own. But it’s got a twin-turbo V6 engine and almost six hundred brake horsepower, so it’s basically a supercar that can sit four.”
“Cool,” she replied.
The girls obviously weren’t that impressed by the numbers or interested in cars in general. They couldn’t care less what was under the hood but were too polite to say it to me. So, I figured I might as well stop talking about it and let the engine do the talking. After I exited the garage and drove all the way to my front gate, revving the engine every now and then, I turned onto the public road. Making sure no one was in front or behind me, I pressed down hard on the gas pedal, and we were pushed firmly into our seats. The girl’s impressed reactions were enough for me. Everyone likes a fast car! About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the salon where the girls would try new dresses. They were expecting us, and as the valet drove off in my car, we were greeted by Carmen, the owner of this exclusive shop.
“Ronald!!” Carmen said with her fake accent, walked over to me, and greeted me with open arms.
She gave me two fake pecks on my cheeks and made a show of checking me out. After an approving ‘hmm’ and nod from her, I knew I did well in front of my closet this morning.
“Carmen, I’m taking these two girls to Claudio’s tonight. I need you to make sure they look like they belong there and not in the chorus of Annie.”
“Of course, Ronnie.”
Carmen snapped her fingers and gestured to one of her employees that the girls should be taken to the dressing rooms. When they were out of earshot, I looked at Carmen and said, “Let them try on three apiece. Keep it classic: black, blue, red, white, nothing avant-garde. Tell me which one is their favorite so it can be my choice, as well.”
“Of course, darling! Nothing but the best for my cutest customer!” she said and winked seductively at me.
It wasn’t uncommon for us to flirt. Carmen was a good-looking woman in her early fifties. Not exactly in my hunting grounds, but a friendly woman who’d earned her place with the rich and famous by working hard and staying strong. I winked back at her, and after flashing a broad smile, she headed over to the dressing rooms.
As she walked off, she asked one of the other women who worked there to bring me a coffee. Carmen’s shop was known for brewing one of the finest cappuccinos one could find in the entire Bay Area. I sat down on a white chair near the dressing rooms, and when she gave me the cappuccino, I got a good, long look down her shirt. I didn’t see any nipples, but her small braless tits looked mighty fine on her. And when she walked away, I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying hips and tight ass.
Good! I still liked adult women. This was more than mildly comforting, and the fear of becoming a pervert ebbed away little by little. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long. After about an hour of patiently reading magazines and working through some emails on my phone, the door opened. Carmen walked out, gesturing for Sarah to come out of the dressing room. And when she did, I felt a stir in my pants.
Sarah was wearing a skintight black dress with glitters woven into the fabric. The bottom of the dress was halfway down her upper legs and was modest enough for a girl her age. But the top was strapless, and the heart-shaped fabric followed the curves of her breasts, making them look bigger. When she turned to show her back, I saw a vertical, oval-shaped gap, about an inch wide at the widest point, running from the top to just above her ass. It was small at the top and bottom and wide in the middle, almost onion-shaped. This dress looked amazing on her, and it gave it an expensive look and feel. By looking at the gap, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and when I saw the top of her panties, I knew we’d have to look into that.
“Oh wow! You look amazing!” I exclaimed.
“Really? Isn’t it… too much?”
“Absolutely not! This dress is made for you!”
“It is, isn’t it?” Carmen said with her thick, fake French accent as she walked up to us. “Here, darling. Try these on. I think they will fit perfectly.”
Carmen gave Sarah a pair of black shoes. They looked very fancy, and because she had no experience with high heels, they were strappy flats. But because of her long legs, you’d have to look twice to notice they didn’t have heels. Next, Carmen handed Sarah a little black purse with a golden chain, and she hung it over her shoulder. I looked her over and smiled at this gorgeous young woman standing there in front of me.
“You look like a million bucks!”
Carmen smiled and said, “Wait till you see the bill…”
I shook my head as I noticed the twinkling in her eyes. I knew this wasn’t going to be cheap, but it was all worth it.
“You sure I can have this!?” Sarah asked with disbelief all over her face.
“We need to be dressed for the occasion, don’t we?”
“Yeah… but…”
“No buts! It’s my chance to spoil you, so I don’t want to hear about it!”
Sarah smiled and gave me a tight hug. As she stood back straight, Carmen called Sandra out.
Sandra almost glided out, wearing a tight, red dress that ended halfway down her lower legs. But the split in it ended almost at her hip and looked sexy as fuck! The top had a small turtleneck, but the fabric went in a triangular form from the front of the turtleneck to halfway up her chest. This meant she showed a hint of sideboob, but it was still very classy and nowhere near trashy.
After she spun on her feet to show me her back, I saw it was completely bare. Her ass was covered nicely, and the problem Sarah had with her panties showing wasn’t going to be an issue for Sandra. The only thing was that the fabric was tight and silk-like, causing her panty line to show through the fabric. Nothing a thong couldn’t fix, and I assumed she had one with her because of how I remembered how the girls looked while wearing their yoga pants. But other than that, she looked equally fine as her cousin.
Carmen also handed shoes and a matching purse to Sandra, and as I stood there, admiring my nieces, I couldn’t believe how fast they were growing up. I asked them to pose and took a picture, which I sent to my sisters. They immediately responded with how great they both looked and how I shouldn’t spoil them this much. I didn’t care. I wanted to share my wealth with them.
The girls went back into the dressing rooms, and I walked over to the counter with Carmen, where I’d pay for everything. Carmen complimented me on how well-behaved and good-looking my nieces were. She knew exactly how to play me, and since I had taken most of my dates here to shop in the past, I couldn’t blame her. As she took my credit card, I asked, “Can you… advise them on makeup? Keep it simple, not clownish? I don’t want to have to tell…”
I was feeling uncomfortable and stupid, and Carmen cocked an eyebrow as she sized me up. Her lips curled into a smile, and she said, “Of course, Darling. I’ll go to them in a minute and give them a crash course on it.”
“And, uhm… while you’re there… Can you…” I felt my face go red. I cleared my throat, “can you help them with proper… underwear?”
She nodded. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as she said, “I’ve got just the right lingerie for them.”
My payment was done, and Carmen was heading over to the dressing room. It took me a moment to digest what she just said. I didn’t want them to be wearing fancy lingerie. They couldn’t even wear a bra! They just needed a pair of panties. Or thongs. Or… whatever! But I also knew Carmen a little bit. After I let it all sink in, I knew she’d give them the proper undies. And when I checked the bill, it only showed the line ‘underwear,’ so I was getting more at ease with this uncomfortable situation.
As we exited the store, the girl’s hands full with bags, Carmen waved us goodbye. I gave her a hug and thanked her for all the help. Her hands roamed all over my back as we hugged, something she always did and had turned into a routine.
“Of course, Darling! You’re welcome. See you next time!” she said and patted my butt.
When I turned around, I saw Sarah looking at us, and her smile appeared to be gone. As I approached them to open the trunk, she threw her arms around me, kissed me on my cheek, and pressed her body against mine. I smiled at her and helped them place the bags in the trunk.
During the ride home, they couldn’t stop talking about their expensive new clothes. We agreed that we’d chill for the rest of the day, so after we got home, I grabbed my laptop, took the elevator down to the beach, and worked through my emails. Sarah came down with me and read her book on the chair beside me. At the bottom of the elevator, I had a cabana containing a fridge, towels, a shower, and a small dressing room. I grabbed two Cokes from the big fridge, handed Sarah one, sat down in the shade, and opened my laptop.
We sat next to each other on the beach, overlooking the ocean, a warm breeze caressing our faces. We didn’t talk much and were comfortable just keeping each other company. Apparently, Sandra had decided to lounge by the pool and work on her tan, something Sarah didn’t feel like doing today. I was engrossed in a piece of code that expanded the artificial assistant I was building when Sarah asked out of the blue, “What does sex feel like?”
“Uh… what’s that?” I asked, afraid I heard it correctly.
“Sex. People always make such a big fuss about it, but is it really that big of a deal?”
“It’s uhm… it’s…” I stammered, thought about it for a second, watched the ocean waves come in once, twice, three times, and cleared my throat, “When you really like someone, sex is the best way to express those feelings.”
“Well… Yesterday evening, in bed, Sandra and I found some articles online. According to those, you’ve had sex with a different woman practically every night. Did you ‘really like’ them too?” she asked, a bit snarky and with the emphasis on ‘really like them.’
Shit! Those articles. I forgot about the downside of being a playboy. How did I talk myself out of this one? I thought about it for a second and realized this girl wasn’t stupid and couldn’t be fooled. So I decided to just spit it out.
“You’re right. The best way to express your feelings for someone is by having sex together. Or better yet, make love. But just the sex is also a lot of fun! Heck! If they invent something better than sex, I’d still keep having sex because it’s simply amazing!”
Sarah chuckled at that and said, “Then why is everyone so uptight about it? Why can’t I have sex?”
“Well… first off, you need to be careful. There are a lot of people out there who might hurt you, so you have to trust that person. And second… pregnancy.”
“I’m on the pill. Mom said it’s best to start early so it, in her words, wouldn’t hold me back,” she interrupted me, looking blankly at me.
I nodded, searching for the right words when Sarah continued, “Mom said I was… some word… preco… precoco…?” she said, looking thoughtfully as she searched for the correct word.
“Precocious?” I asked.
“Yeah! That’s the one.”
I nodded and said, “I would certainly agree with that.”
“She said I was precocious and should be prepared for ‘it’ before it’s too late. So that’s why she took me to the doctor for this. And then Sandra followed… of course.”
“Okay. That’s good. Then you just need to find a person who’s willing and who you trust.”
“I know someone…” Sarah purred.
“Good! Then I’d say it’s a matter of explaining to him what you want when you’re back home. There’s nothing wrong with girls taking the lead. Just make sure to talk together about what you both want and, more importantly, what you don’t want.”
“Cool.”
“Don’t get me wrong, though! I’m not giving you permission or anything. It’s not up to me to give you that. I’m not your parent, you see. All I’m saying is that if you want to do this, keep my advice in mind.”
“I know. And thanks.”
I looked at her, and she had a smile on her face that made me all mushy inside. “It’s one lucky boy, though, you know that?”
“Who is?”
“The boy you want to have sex with.”
“Thanks,” and a blush spread across her face.
Before it could get any more awkward, I pretended to be busy on my laptop again. I noticed in the corner of my eye that she hadn’t opened her book again. I guessed that she was thinking about what I just said and decided to let her chew on it for a while.
“Thanks for being so honest, Ronald. It’s just that… I read this chapter in my book that talked a lot about sex, and Sandra and I talked this morning about what it would be like having real sex. So, I was curious… you’re actually the first adult who’s being open about it.”
I was flattered by her honesty and said, “Well… you’re going to do it someday anyway, so you might as well know how things work, right?”
“I know. But not everyone thinks like that,” she said, and there was that smile again.
She picked up her book again, and we went back to doing our own thing. After the sun dropped a couple inches, we realized we needed to get freshened up, get dressed, and be ready to head into the city. We cleaned up at the beach, put our stuff back where it belonged, and we got into the elevator.
“This was nice,” Sarah said, placing her head on my shoulder.
“It sure was. We… oh…” I said as the elevator doors opened.
There, right in front of us, lay Sandra on her belly on a chaise lounge. I’ve seen that before, obviously, but now she was topless, and she’d pulled the bikini bottoms a little between her cheeks to mimic a thong.
“Hi!” Sarah chirped and walked past her to get inside, not giving her cousin a second look.
“Hi, Ronald. Had fun downstairs?” Sandra asked.
“Uhm. Yeah. I’ve actually got some work done,” I said, hearing my voice tremble as my eyes roamed over her body.
Sandra saw me looking and asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Nah. We talked about this. Just do whatever you feel comfortable doing.”
Thankfully, she kept lying on her belly. But despite my lack of body language reading skills, I got the impression she wasn’t as confident as she wanted me to believe. And I was somehow glad she wasn’t. This saved us from an awkward situation. But she had been calling my bluff a couple of times now, and maybe now that we were alone, it was time to turn the tables.
I set my laptop down on a table, which made it look like I was going to do a little more work. “It’s going to take you two a little longer to clean up and get ready for tonight, so I think it’s better if you get upstairs too,” I said, waiting to see what she’d do.
I could see the internal struggle on her face. I was right! She wasn’t as confident as she thought she was, and now it showed. This was going to be fun. She either backed off, and we wouldn’t be having those standoffs like we had at dinner anymore, or she’d get up and show me her boobs. Either way, I won.
It took her a couple of moments, but eventually, she sat up straight and looked timidly at me. I knew she didn’t want to appear shy, so I tried to act all casual and didn’t want to make her feel insecure in any way.
So I looked at her exposed chest, not feeling the need to be shy about it, and smiled. Her breasts seemed almost identical to Sarah’s. They were probably A or small B cup with hard nipples and boyishly small areolas. They looked so invitingly sexy on her that I had to restrain myself from putting my mouth over one of those stiff nipples. After a brief moment, Sandra tentatively got to her feet, grabbed her stuff, and just looked at me, the insecurity dripping from her face.
“You look nice,” I said softly.
“Thanks…. I’m not as big…” she whispered, looking at her chest.
“Don’t worry! You look great, and you should own it!” I interrupted her and tried to give her a confidence boost.
I managed to keep from ogling her boobs and looked her in the face as I said this. Her self-doubt washed away immediately, and her face was all smiles all of a sudden. Judging by her coy smile, this was precisely what she needed. But I didn’t want to make this any bigger than it should be, so I said, “Now… get inside and get changed, okay?”
As she walked past me toward the door, I let my eyes drink in this bikini-bottom-clad body as she almost floated toward the house. She really did look sexy as fuck!
* * *
I was tapping my foot impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. I had ordered a stretch limo, and it was about to arrive any moment now. I was wearing my tuxedo and looking forward to spending the evening with the girls.
As I checked my watch for the fourth time in five seconds, I heard footsteps above me and looked up. My eyes widened as the girls came down the stairs. They’d done their hair and makeup and simply looked gorgeous! It was obvious Carmen gave them good advice on the fresh look, and they’d done quite nicely helping each other with their hair.
“Oh, wow!” I said, amazed, lighting up their faces as they saw me looking.
“This is weird…” Sandra said insecurely as she walked up next to me.
I stepped back to admire them properly. Now that their hair and makeup were done, they looked like young adults.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
Both girls playfully spun around to show me their complete outfits. I immediately noticed that Sandra’s red dress now lacked the panty line it had earlier. I assumed the thong did its job. And apparently, Sandra had helped Sarah with her low-cut dress at the back because only skin was showing now! The fabric probably ended barely above her crack, but nothing was showing, and it was still a very classy dress.
As I nodded approvingly at them, my phone buzzed. After I checked the message, I smiled and put it back in my pocket. I grabbed my wallet and said, “Our ride is here,” opening the door to the hallway for them.
“Our ride?” Sarah asked as she walked past me.
“You ordered an Uber?” Sandra asked quizzically behind her.
Sarah was the first to get outside, and she excitedly shouted, “A LIMO!”
I had ordered a white, stretched Hummer for this evening. I knew someone who was the go-to guy for all the celebrities around here. He wasn’t cheap but almost always available, high-quality, and discrete. That last bit wasn’t that important to me, but before you knew it, word would spread that I was into young girls, and my social life would be demolished. So, a little discretion wouldn’t hurt.
“This is awesome!” Sandra said as we sat down.
“Freakin’ amazing!” Sarah added, “Why did you do this?”
“Well… I like to travel in style. And this way, I can drink some alcohol and, best of all, enjoy your company even better.”
“So cool…” Sandra said absentmindedly as she fiddled with the sound system.
Before I knew it, loud music was coming out of the speakers, and disco lights were flashing around us. I smiled as I grabbed the bottle of champagne. Good, it was a bottle of Mumm. A sweet-ish Champagne the girls would probably like, too. I checked that the driver couldn’t see us, grabbed three glasses and let the cork pop out of the bottle, collective cheers coming my way.
“Cheers!”
When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a short line of waiting people. But since I made reservations and knew the owner, I didn’t worry about that. I helped the girls get out of the limo, and we walked toward the entrance, where we were warmly greeted by the maître d. We heard some excited chatter from the people waiting when we were escorted into the restaurant.
Dinner was fantastic. I helped the girls with their orders, and the food was excellent, as usual. They couldn’t stop talking about the celebrities we spotted in the restaurant. It turns out there was a meeting in town this afternoon where a new series was pitched. Apparently, it attracted a few A-list actors and their managers, and it seemed like almost all of them ended up at Claudio’s for dinner.
I had a weak spot for good champagne, and Claudio’s served one of the best I knew. So, during dinner, I had my fair share of it, and the girls drank a couple of virgin cocktails. As we left the restaurant and were waiting for the limo to come back around, someone I knew but couldn’t quite place stood next to me and said hello. It turned out to be Andrea Arru, the lead actor of that show we watched last night. I was hardly ever impressed by anyone, and starstruck wasn’t in my vocabulary, but the girls acted all silly and giggly as he said hello to them, too.
We got comfortable in the limo, with the girls on the right bench and me sitting across. I opened another bottle of champagne and poured three glasses again. We touched glasses and toasted to a wonderful evening.
I wasn’t drunk by any means, but the alcohol started to have an effect on me. I noticed Sandra’s hard nipples trying to poke through the red, silky fabric, and Sarah’s long, shapely legs just didn’t seem to end. But the aversion I felt earlier and thinking of them in a certain way wasn’t anywhere to be found now. I was simply admiring their bodies.
Sarah saw me looking and asked, “What is it?”
“I’m just admiring two beautiful women,” I said, smiling warmly.
“You’re silly,” Sandra said, taking her shoes off and laying them down on the bench next to her.
Sarah followed suit, and now their shapely legs looked even longer. I wasn’t a foot guy. Not even by a long shot, but seeing their bare feet under these fancy dresses made them look even hotter and more mature.
I whipped out my phone and fired up the camera app. Pointing it at them, they flashed broad smiles and looped their arms around each other’s waists. I managed to capture two quick shots before a sudden jolt from a pothole sent my phone tumbling from my grasp.
“Ah, shit!” I muttered, scrambling to locate it.
Despite my efforts, I couldn’t spot it right away. It must have slipped under one of the seats or something. So, I dropped to my knees and began scouring the floor, but I still couldn’t see it.
“Here!” Sarah piped up, extending her phone toward me with the flashlight activated.
Grateful for her assistance, I accepted the phone and aimed the beam downward in search of mine. However, as the light swept downward, it inadvertently illuminated between her slightly spread legs. I knew I had to look. Every man glances between a girl’s legs when he gets the chance. It’s an involuntary reaction that has probably been genetically programmed since the dawn of man.
But when the light briefly illuminated the inside of her skirt, my eyes almost popped out, and I nearly choked. There, at the top of her shapely legs, I saw a small, dark pinkish, glistening little slit. Beside the slit, two small, bald globes of delicious-looking flesh completed the heaven between her legs.
My phone was almost forgotten, but I was still clear enough not to stare at a twelve-year-old girl between her legs. So I lingered for another second before I started looking for my phone again. It didn’t take long, and after I grabbed it, I chanced one more look at the young sex between her legs.
I glanced up, and Sarah gave me a knowing smile. Ever so slightly, her right leg began moving away from me. As I leaned back against the seat and stashed my phone away, Sandra piped up, “You look flushed. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just feeling a bit warm,” I replied casually.
This brought smiles to both girls’ faces, and Sarah eagerly interjected, “Can we go swimming in the ocean when we get back? I’ve never gone night swimming!”
“Yeah!” Sandra chimed in, adding, “Brenda from school said she did it once with her aunt, and she couldn’t stop talking about it.”
I hesitated, feeling a bit caught off guard. My mind was still filled with the image of young pussy, and I was more than a little excited about the prospect of going swimming in the ocean with the girls. There was something inherently magical and slightly forbidden about swimming in the sea at night. While technically, I could do as I pleased on my private beach, as a child, I had been taught to steer clear of the dangers of the ocean, especially after dark. However, I knew that my personal beach and the waters in front of it were perfectly safe for swimming, even at night. Mostly.
So, as I gazed into two pairs of pleading eyes with a hint of puppy-dog eagerness, I found myself unable to resist. With a smile, I replied, “Sure, it’ll be fun! Just keep away from the sharks.”
“YES!” they hissed in unison. Then, a second later, my words sunk in, and I loved the look on their faces as they wondered if I was serious about the sharks.
I poured myself another glass and topped off the girls’ glasses as we continued to chat about our evening and the wonderful experiences we’d had. I was looking for a way to bring up the lack of underwear but couldn’t find a way to do this without being creepy.
When we arrived back at my place, I assisted the girls in exiting the limo while engaging in a conversation with the driver about the luxurious features of the vehicle. As the girls walked away, their whispers carried in the air, piquing my curiosity. After expressing my gratitude to the driver, I made my way over to the deck where the girls were waiting.
We entered the elevator, and I noticed Sarah and Sandra giggling like schoolgirls, which immediately aroused my suspicion. They were holding their shoes in their hands, and it took me a moment to grasp this whole situation, likely due to the effects of the champagne. Mixed emotions flooded through me, causing my heart to race.
“Um… don’t we need to grab our swimsuits?” I interjected, attempting to decipher their behavior. Their response was another round of giggles and two flushed faces turning towards me. It became apparent that my suspicions were correct, although surprisingly, it didn’t unsettle me as much as I expected. I even looked forward to going skinny dipping with my nieces.
Sandra, displaying boldness and confidence, chimed in between her giggles, “We’re going night swimming. There’s only one way to do that… It’s a dark night, and we’re all alone.”
“But…” I began, although secretly feeling excited as hell to join them.
“We won’t tell,” Sarah added, “and besides…we’ve already seen your penis.”
I winced at that comment but couldn’t think of anything to say to that. I was going to go skinny dipping with two preteen girls, and there was nothing going to stop us from doing so.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, the girls burst into giggles once more and flung their shoes at the sand. They moved off to the left while I instinctively drifted a bit to the right, giving us all some space. With one eye on them, I took off my jacket and began to unbutton my shirt.
They worked on each other’s zippers, and almost simultaneously, they dropped their dresses. It turned out I was right that both girls were naked under their dresses, and I saw their bodies glow in the moonlight, in stark contrast against the dark background of the sea and sky, almost like watching two angels float in mid-air.
“Come on, Ronald!” Sandra shouted to me over her shoulder as they sprinted toward the surf.
It must’ve been the alcohol because I didn’t feel any hesitation to fully undress and join the two naked preteens in the ocean. So, moments later, I threw my boxers on the pile of clothes and sprinted toward them. My dick was flopping from left to right as I ran, and I noticed both girls had turned to watch me, their eyes glued on my flopping dick.
But my eyes were having a feast of their own. Sarah and Sandra had turned to watch me run and were knee-deep in the water. This gave me all the opportunities to check them out thoroughly, as much as the dim light would let me.
Their nubile bodies looked magnificent., and I immediately noticed both girl’s boobs were roughly the same. Small, cone-shaped breasts with small, boyish nipples. Their bellies were tight, and their hips were showing just a hint of development. But the real prize was between their legs. Both slits were still bald and clearly visible. Above both slits were a couple of strands of silky pubes that indicated the start of their puberty but did nothing to hide the magical place between their legs.
I noticed all this as I was running, and my dick thankfully remained soft as I watched these sexy teens unknowingly show off their perfect little bodies. As soon as I hit the water, I took three more steps and dove in head-first. The sudden serenity enveloping me, along with the cool ocean water, brought a sense of clarity. While I knew I wasn’t drunk, there was enough alcohol in my system to slightly affect my judgment. However, the joy of being with these wonderful kids, engaging in forbidden activities together, was simply irresistible.
After I resurfaced, I looked back at the girls. I saw their feet disappear into the water as they also dove into a wave, following my example. The waves were pushing me off balance every time they hit me, so I waded through the water until the water level was just below my crotch. A naughty voice inside urged me to show my junk to the girls. I knew that at least a part of that voice was the alcohol talking, but hey! They wanted to go skinny dipping and openly checked me out as I ran toward them. So why not play along?
After they resurfaced and looked my way, two sets of eyes were immediately glued to my crotch. I liked the attention, and I absolutely loved looking at their firm, young boobs. Since all their attention was focused on my dick, I had all the opportunity to check them out.
Out here in the sea, I couldn’t help but feel playful. Without much thought, I propelled myself toward the girls, who attempted to escape with surprised yet playful yelps. Being still fairly deep in the water, their movements were slowed enough for me to catch up. With my arms wrapped around their bellies, the three of us tumbled into the water together. As we tried to get to our feet, hands and arms flew everywhere, and I felt a hard nipple poke against my right hand, and I grabbed a firm piece of ass with my left. And they tried everything to grope me, and I felt one hand on top of my dickhead, and another on my balls. We could’ve got to our feet sooner, but the three of us were just too busy groping around.
Coughing and laughing, we surfaced for air, exchanging smiles. The ocean’s gentle current nudged us toward the shore, and amidst the laughter, Sarah playfully remarked, “Night swimming isn’t supposed to be all about roughhousing, you know?”
As we made our way out of the water, I quipped, “I know, but this was my only chance to get back at you!”
“That’s cheating!” Sandra chimed in, siding with her cousin.
“I don’t care. I won, didn’t I?”
They reluctantly conceded that I had indeed won this round. However, they also cautioned me to watch my back from now on. By now, the water was up to our knees, and I turned to face them. They either weren’t told it isn’t polite to stare at a man’s junk or didn’t seem to care they were openly checking me out. But unlike a couple of minutes before when I lunged at them, almost their entire bodies were on display, and I just had to check their young pussies out, too. I was close enough to see every detail now, and besides a small birthmark above Sandra’s slit, they looked exactly the same and equally sexy.
I was about to ask to go back when Sandra asked, “Isn’t your… penis supposed to be stiff?”
“Uhm… not necessarily, why?” I asked hesitantly.
“During biology, our teacher said that penises are usually stiff when they’re near girls. But yours is… not stiff.”
Sarah giggled as Sandra stated the obvious and nodded her head supportively, covering her mouth with her hand. Surprisingly, I only got a tiny stir but could easily steer clear from popping a boner in front of them.
“It only gets hard when I’m excited. You know… sexually excited,” I said, trying to focus on their eyes instead of the rest of their bodies. I didn’t mention the cold water or alcohol.
“Like when watching porn?” Sarah asked.
Sandra’s eyes lit up, and she added, “Yeah! Miss Henderson said men and boys liked porn.”
It seemed to me that their biology teacher was kind of a man-hater. Probably an old spinster who couldn’t find a man willing to fuck her properly. I felt the responsibility to educate these girls thoroughly and be straightforward about it.
I put my hands out and addressed the issue. “Sometimes I watch porn, yes. And then I get hard, yes. But I also get a boner when I’m just thinking about sexy stuff, like getting a blowjob or having real sex. And then there’s the erections I get during the night and morning. That way, my body is making sure I can have a boner when needed to have sex and make children. It’s all biologically programmed that way.”
“Oh wow… that’s not what she said,” Sarah said, a bit shocked.
After a moment of silence, Sandra asked, “A blowjob is where a girl takes a man’s… penis in her mouth, right? And that’s a good thing?”
“Oh yes!” I said, a bit too excited, chubbing up a little but still not even remotely close to an actual boner. “A woman’s mouth around my dick is an amazing feeling!”
“I’ve heard Brandy talk about it in school. She said she liked it,” Sandra said, looking at Sarah with a look I couldn’t quite place.
Sarah smiled mischievously and nodded, “She said she liked the taste of his c… sperm.”
This made me smile inwardly. These girls were obviously interested in everything that had something to do with sex. And I couldn’t blame them. They were going through puberty, and learning about sex was a natural part of that process. But I couldn’t shake the feeling they knew more than they let on.
“I heard that too,” Sandra said.
“You can call it cum,” I said smiling, “and dick and cock and every other word you’ve learned. As long as we keep it between us, I don’t see a problem.”
“Cool!”
“Let’s get dry, okay?” I said, turning around to get to the beach.
“Okay. I’m dripping wet now,” Sandra chuckled.
Oh boy! Did I cross a line here? I tried to ignore it, but I had to swallow down a lump in my throat, and my heart tried beating out of my chest. Was she referring to her pussy or to the ocean water? Why was I even questioning this? It felt ridiculous to doubt something as simple as being wet.
Sarah looked at me, rolled her eyes, and did a facepalm. I chuckled at that, but when both girls started giggling, and their giggles quickly turned into full-blown laughter, I had to laugh with them, and the awkwardness about the wetness was gone.
After I handed them each a towel and started drying my hair, Sarah asked, “It also needs to be stiff to fuck someone, right?”
I tried to be as casual as possible about it and simply nodded. I tried putting on a little show, so as I dried my back, I let my dick flop from left to right, causing them to giggle.
“It can’t go in when it’s soft, you know?”
“And your… cum?” Sarah continued.
“What about it?” I asked quizzically as I grabbed a two-glass bottle of champagne from the fridge and started opening it.
“Do you need to think about it when your balls are making sperm? Or do you have to do something to make it?”
With a pop, the cork flew off, and the champagne started coming out of the bottle. This caused all three of us to laugh at the symbolism of it, although I highly doubted if the girls had the same link as I did.
I’d hung my towel over my shoulders, not feeling any need to cover up. Being the center of attention of two curious preteens was quite an ego-boosting experience. The girls had wrapped the towels around their torsos, but they looked sexy as fuck with their damp hair, nevertheless.
I didn’t have any clean glasses down here, so I took a big swig from the bottle and handed it to the girls. As each of them drank from it, I said, “No. It’s just like… let’s say… producing saliva. It’s just there, and you don’t have to think about it.”
“Cool!” Sandra said.
Sarah smiled as she handed me the bottle. She said, “I feel a bit funny inside. All warm and tingly.”
I finished the bottle and realized I might have overdone it a bit. Feeling a tad guilty, I stashed the bottle away and decided to call it a night. We gathered our clothes, hopped into the elevator, and made our way up and inside. After tidying up, turning off the lights, and securing the doors, I armed the alarm, and we headed upstairs. At the top of the stairs, just before I headed to my room, each of the girls gave me a tight hug. It felt a bit awkward being hugged while being naked, but they didn’t seem to mind.
“Night, Ronald,” Sandra said. “Thanks for being so honest with us!”
“Yeah! Now you’re definitely our favorite uncle!” Sarah chimed in.
Their words made me blush, and I mumbled, “Thanks! Uh… thanks. Good night!”
“Night!” they chirped in unison before disappearing into their room.
Fucking hell! It was a miracle I didn’t bone up during our swim. But I had to do something about it, or I’d do something I might regret. But first, I needed a shower to wash off the seawater. I figured I’d jack off in bed later.
I threw my towel in the corner and turned on the shower. As I stepped in and let the warm water caress my body, I felt the tension wash away. Images of the two naked preteen girls filled my head as I started rinsing the seawater from my hair. I was picturing the two almost bald pussies and felt my dick stir when I thought I heard something.
I quickly cleared the soap from my eyes to check what it was, but before I could see anything, two bodies joined me in my oversized walk-in shower. I looked at two smiling but determined faces and wondered what they were up to.
“Wh… what are you doing? You’ve got your own shower,” I tried.
“Yeah… but we decided we wanted to see your dick hard. So…”
And with that, both girls squatted in front of me, eying my dick. I was too flabbergasted to say or do anything, and before I could even react, a hand wrapped around my shaft. The feeling of this small hand was terrific, but I knew I should stop these girls! I was supposed to be the responsible adult here. But just the idea of these young, curious, and sexy-as-hell girls was just too overwhelming.
“You… you can’t…” I halfheartedly stammered.
Then I heard Sarah whisper, “Do it.”
My eyes widened as I saw Sandra open her mouth. The moment her lips wrapped themselves around my dickhead, I let out an involuntary moan. Sarah was inches away with her face, and I felt her breath on my balls and shaft.
My dick was filling itself rapidly with my blood, and within a couple of heartbeats, I was stiff as a board. Sandra bobbed her head up and down over my shaft as I grew to full mast, and Sarah was watching intensely at the action in front of her.
With a pop, Sandra released my dick from her mouth, and both girls looked in awe at my exposed and throbbing member.
“Mom was right! It IS big!” Sandra said, impressed.
“Yeah…” Sarah added but pushed Sandra’s hand away and said, “My turn!”
Before I knew it, another young mouth engulfed my hard cock. I knew I should stop them. I knew this perfectly well! But since they were examining my cock like some sort of scientific object, that evil voice in my head told me that I was actually doing them a favor. And this idea stuck! In the back of my mind, I knew this was complete bullshit, but it did give me the much-needed peace of mind to approach it like this and let them do their thing.
“Oohhh…” I moaned as Sarah started using her tongue.
I looked down at the action between my legs, and two pairs of curious and exciting-looking eyes were looking up at me to see what was happening. Sandra immediately started smiling a knowing smile and moved her face closer to lick my balls. After a couple of moments like this, Sandra said, “I wanna do it again.”
Sarah nodded but didn’t pull off. Instead, she moved her mouth so it was sideways on my dick. Sandra immediately caught on and moved a bit, so she covered the other side. This was just too hot. Both girls were working my cock, their lips and tongues touching each other as they did. After feeling a small hand cup my balls, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I wanna see it shoot its cum,” I heard Sarah whisper, barely loud enough to get over the noise of the cascading water.
“I’m… Oohh…. gonna cum… aahhh… soon,” I panted, “look… hmmm… out!”
I kept my eyes locked on the two inquisitive faces that were looking at my cock as if it was a rocket ship that was about to launch. These two young girls were giving me a clumsy and inexperienced blowjob, but their enthusiasm, combined with the fact that they were my twelve-year-old nieces, made it hotter than hell. Because of that, the cum inside my balls was already boiling and about to come out.
Sarah clearly didn’t know what to expect because her face was closest to my dickhead, and I felt my balls pull up. But being blown and fondled by these two beautiful girls got me close to the edge so quickly that I couldn’t warn her anymore. I grunted loudly as my orgasm washed over me. Through my blurry vision, I saw the first spurt land on Sarah’s face, followed by a surprised yelp and an approving “Oh, yes!”
During the next couple of shots, both hands kept fondling my spurting cock, and I was experiencing one of my best orgasms ever. Not because they were so skilled or because of some orgasm-amplifying drug I took. It was purely the forbidden nature and the ego-boosting admiration they expressed for my dick.
As my orgasm died down and only a small dribble was left, I felt two pairs of lips and two tongues eagerly lapping and sucking away on my dick and dickhead. I’d expected them to be grossed out by my sperm, but the opposite seemed true. But the sensations were just too much for me, so I mumbled, “Take it easy, girls,” and tried pulling my hips back, only to realize my ass was pressed against the shower tiles.
Thankfully, they caught on and pulled back. As I tried to regain my breath, the girls got to their feet, and I heard Sandra giggle coyly. I looked at Sarah and had to suppress a giggle myself. Her face had several globs of my cum on it, slowly sliding down her face.
I assumed she would be appalled by this, but instead of a disgusted face, she smiled hornily at her cousin. I glanced at Sandra, and my eyes widened as she leaned in and started licking my cum from Sarah’s face. A moment later, they started Frenching pretty hardcore, and I saw their tongues wrestling as they moaned into each other’s mouths.
Their hands roamed over their bodies, and it suddenly dawned on me that this wasn’t the first time they had done this. After they stopped kissing, they looked at me, hands on each other’s hips, and Sarah said, “Thanks for showing us!”
“Yeah,” Sandra added, “Now we know we like the taste of your cum…”
“I… I uhm…” I stammered, “You… you know you can’t…”
“Don’t worry,” Sarah interrupted, “this is our little secret.”
“We’re not stupid,” Sandra snickered.
I sighed a sigh of relief, and for lack of anything else to say, I simply nodded. I was just so amazed by everything that happened in the last ten minutes that I wasn’t able to speak a single coherent sentence. They turned their backs to me, showing off their magnificent backsides. They grabbed towels, wrapped them around themselves, and casually walked out, leaving me completely stunned.
“What the fuck…” I mumbled as my dick finally started to go soft.
I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. But if I was honest with myself, it was the sexiest thing I ever experienced. Yeah… too young, and they were family, but maybe this was precisely what made it feel so fucking awesome.
After I finished my shower and dried myself, I hesitated a moment. Should I sneak over to the girl’s room to see what they were up to, or just go to bed and see what the morning would bring? I opted for my bed. Getting my dick sucked by them was beyond hot, and I wouldn’t mind seconds. But I also knew the alcohol was still messing with my head, so it was probably best to just walk away.
I tossed my towel next to the bed and climbed in. As the thin sheet settled over me and I rested my head on the pillow, curiosity got the better of me. Despite promising myself not to use the surveillance system, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed to know how the girls were doing and what they were talking about.
The system was fully autonomous and managed by one of my AI bots. It handled everything from checking for intruders to listening for distress signals. But I had built in some fail-safes and a manual override option.
Spying on them felt wrong, but my fingers moved on their own as I punched in the passwords and PIN numbers on my tablet. A few more clicks and the camera feeds from the girls’ room popped up.
“Fuck!” I mumbled, and my free hand gripped my rapidly growing dick.
On one of the beds, Sandra was lying naked on her back with her spread legs facing one of the cameras. On top of her lay an equally naked Sarah with her face licking all around her cousin’s cunt. Judging by their moaning and squirming, this steaming hot sixty-nine was reaching its peak.
I pinched my screen and zoomed in on Sandra’s pussy where Sarah’s tongue was lapping away. Her pussy lips were swollen, and everything was glistening with a mixture of cunt juices and saliva. Sarah’s tongue was obviously no stranger down there because she was expertly licking all the good places.
I realized I had started stroking my rock-hard boner as I watched this spectacle in front of me. And despite the blowjob the girls had given me minutes ago, my balls were already boiling again.
Their moans increased in both pitch and volume, and it didn’t take a genius to know what was about to happen next. But Sarah still managed to surprise me when she moved her hand closer and slid two fingers completely into her cousin’s pussy, without any hesitation, friction, or pauses. A couple of heartbeats later, Sandra’s legs straightened, and the deep groan, combined with her shaking body, were the clear indications she was coming.
But a second later, Sarah threw her head back. The look on her face was one of pure lust and ecstasy as she also came. She couldn’t possibly know it was there and it was hidden from view perfectly, but somehow, she managed to look straight into the camera as she came.
It was as if she was looking directly at me while she came, and it was enough for me to pop off again. Big globs of my cum landed all over my belly and tablet as my balls unloaded themselves with a force I never knew I was capable of. The first spurt even managed to hit me on my chin.
The girls lay still on top of each other while they regained their breaths. Every now and then, Sarah licked over Sandra’s pussy, and according to her giggling, this was also happening the other way around. But after a minute or so, Sarah lifted her body and lay down next to her cousin.
Both had satisfied looks on their faces and were getting comfortable under the thin sheet of their bed. Sandra looked at Sarah and asked, “Do you still think we can persuade Uncle Ronald to fuck us?”
Sarah smiled a broad smile and said, “Yeah… I do. Especially after what we did in the shower.”
“I was afraid he’d get mad and send us away, but you were right!”
“Mom always says that men think with their dick. Guess she’s right…” Sarah snickered.
Sandra giggled at that, and after a few moments, she said, “Maybe… but his dick looks amazing!”
“Yeah… It does. I didn’t expect it to be this big, though.”
“I don’t care. I want to know what it’s like to feel it inside me,” Sandra said, trying to sound all tough and determined.
“Then we’ll have to make sure to let him know what we want.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ll stop being careful, shy, and subtle,” Sarah planned. “We’ve seen each other naked now, and he let us suck his cock. So, he’s either interested and he’ll help us out, or we can threaten him to tell someone. But I’m guessing it’ll be the first.”
Sandra looked offended and said, “I don’t wanna tell anyone! He’ll get into a lot of trouble if we do. He’s too nice, you know?”
“I know. And we won’t tell a soul, but he doesn’t have to know that, does he?”
“You’re such a wicked bitch sometimes, you know that?”
Sarah nodded and said, “But a bitch who sure knows how to lick your pussy!”
As they both started giggling and settled in for the night, I took that as my signal to switch off the tablet and tidy up the mess I’d created. After dropping my towel and pulling up the sheet, my head was spinning. What exactly was happening here? I was being seduced by two preteen girls who wanted me to fuck them. I knew I should be repulsed by this, but deep down, I had to admit that I felt proud and excited about this. Proud because they chose me to take their cherries, and excited because of their young age and the forbidden nature of it all.
I attempted to wrap my head around the situation, but no matter how much I pondered it, I couldn’t determine what course of action to take or how to interact with them at this point. Eventually, the alcohol began to take its toll, and I closed my eyes, resigning myself to see what tomorrow would bring.
End of part three
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