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.