We had known Bryson and his wife Mary for years. When they moved to Florida we sort of lost touch other than the occasional greeting card and even less frequent telephone call. So I was surprised when I got a call from Bryson at my office. Apparently he had accepted a new job and he and his family would be moving to the west coast.
As we talked I found out that they would be driving thru Phoenix on their way to the coast. I immediately invited he and his family to spend the night with us. It took a little persuading, but he finally accepted. It wasn’t till that night when I got home and was telling my wife about it that she gave me
the look
and asked if I was out of my mind.
“What do you mean? They’re our friends!” I protested.
“Yes they are,” Char (short for Charlyn) replied, “and they have SEVEN kids. Where do you plan on putting them?”
I just stood there and couldn’t think of too much to say. “Well, they’re small – we can put two or three in the bunk beds in the spare room…and, ah..”
“You don’t have a clue do you?” my wife broke in. “Their oldest daughter is 18, the twin boys are 17 - - the youngest is 7.”
The conversation kinda went down hill from there, but my wife finally threw up her hands and said if they didn’t mind sleeping on the floor they were welcome to stay.
The weeks passed and the day they were supposed to leave Florida finally came. Bryson called late that afternoon to tell me that one of their vans had broken down and they were going to have to spend an extra day or two in Atlanta getting it fixed. As it turned out they didn’t reach our place until about 10 PM on Friday.
The two vans had barely stopped in our driveway when the doors opened and kids; dogs and cats came rolling out. Bryson forgot to tell me that along with seven kids they had five dogs and four cats!
We got everyone inside and 20 minutes later the adults were sitting in the living room relaxing over drinks before I got a good look at Mary. She had lost about 30 pounds since I had seen her last. She had also cut her hair short and bleached it white – not blonde – white. Mary was wearing a pair of shorts and a small crop top. She had always had a nice pair of tits, but with the weight loss and the skimpy top she was really showing them off. I found myself staring at her chest more and more.
I excused myself and headed for the kitchen to try and pull myself together. This turned out to be a mistake. When I turned the corner into the kitchen I almost fell over Maggie, Bryson and Mary’s 18-year-old daughter. She was bent over at the waste looking for a snack in the frig. It was an amazing sight!!
The first thing the kids had done when they got in was to change into their swim suites and head for our pool. Maggie was ‘almost’ wearing a neon orange thong bikini that disappeared into one of the cutest butts I’d ever seen. My cock began to twitch as I stood there watching her sway from foot to foot as she decided what she wanted to snack on - - I knew what I wanted to snack on, but figured I’d be in big trouble if I tried.
Stepping around Maggie I cleared my throat and said hi.
Maggie straightened up and turned around. “Hi yourself!” she said as she broke into a big grin. “I love your pool! I’d do
a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g
to have a pool like that at our now house.”
I just stood there staring at her. Maggie had the same hairstyle and color as her mom. She also had a beautiful set of tits that were barely covered by two small patches of neon orange material. Her nipples were hard as rocks, probably from the effects of the cold refrigerator, pushing little peaks in the thin bikini material
After several seconds of drooling over this beautiful young thing I pulled my eyes up from her chest to her smiling face. “Ah, yeah, we really like the pool too.” I stammered and began to feel my face turn red. I knew she had caught me staring at her tits.
“It’s a great place to relax and catch some sun.” I mumbled, hoping to get past my embarrassment.
“Yeah I’ll bet” Maggie said. “It’s so secluded – I’ll bet you skinny dip all the time, don’t you?”
Again I just stared at her. Images of Maggie naked by the pool floated thru my mind. My cock immediately began to rise as the images became more graphic.
“Well - - -ah - - - - yeah I guess - - - I mean yeah you could - - I mean we’ve never tried it but I guess you could.” I felt like a teenager, tongue tied and unable to do anything but stare and stammer.
Maggie chuckled as she said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s not like I’m asking you to drop your shorts or . . . “ It was at this point that Maggie dropped her eyes to my crotch and say the sizable bulge my 8 inch cock had made in my shorts.
We were now both embarrassed. I turned away and began looking for something on a shelf. Maggie gave her head a shake and turned back to the open refrigerator to continue looking for something to eat for a couple minutes than walked out of the kitchen without saying anything else. I stayed in the kitchen for a good 10 minutes waiting for my cock to return to normal. By the time I had gotten control of myself everyone had moved out to the pool.
My wife and Mary spent the rest of the evening catching up on the last few years while Bryson and I sat by the pool drinking beer and doing the same. I couldn’t help but stare at Maggie as she splashed around the pool with her brothers and sisters. They were in and out of the pool, running around laughing, chasing each other – being normal kids. The big difference was that Maggie was sexy as hell to begin with and the first time she popped out of the pool I saw that her little bikini was almost transparent when it got wet. I could clearly see her nipples thru the skimpy top.
Bryson followed my gaze as I watched Maggie climb out of the pool about 5 feet from us, raise her arms above her head stretch. “She’s turning into quite a looker, isn’t she?” He asked.
“What?” I looked from my friends face to his daughter’s tits and back. “Oh yeah, Maggie’s really growing up fast isn’t she.”
“Faster than I care for” he sighed, “She’s 18 now and has a mind of her own. Mary and I are having a hell of a time trying to keep her focused on school. All she wants to do is party with the boys.”
I saw the sad expression on my friends face, but looking back at Maggie’s ass twitch as she walked away from us I couldn’t help but think that I’d like to party with her myself.
By midnight everyone except Bryson and I had gone inside. We continued to talk about his new job, the trip and the problems they had so far. Bryson looked very tired so I asked why not take a day off from driving and spend the weekend with us?
He thought about it for a minute and agreed that it would probably be best. He knew Mary was about burned out from the 10-hour days on the road. A little while later he excused himself and headed into the house. I said good night to him and sat on the lounge chair nursing my beer and thinking about all that had happened that evening.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I woke up as someone dove into the pool. I was disoriented for a few seconds, then looked at my watch to see that it was 3AM. I had been asleep for over an hour. The pool lights had turned off automatically and the only light came from the small standing lights along the sidewalk. Looking over, I could barely make out the shape of someone swimming underwater toward the far end of the pool and vaguely wondered who had decided on a late night swim.
Stretching, I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as my toes felt around trying to find my flip-flops. As I stood up a voice from the pool asked, “Oh Jack, give me a hand getting out please?”
When I pivoted toward the sound of the voice I saw just the top of a head covered with white hair. Assuming it was Bryson’s wife I said, “Sure Mary, glad to help.” And lowered my hand toward her.
A wet hand snaked up to meet mine and as I gave a tug I heard “Thanks for the help, but I’m Maggie not Mary.”
