This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over
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The younger of the Bragg brothers, Roger was also the most industrious and had the multi-million dollar waterside property to prove it. It had three things in particular Caddy's own humble residence lacked -location, location, location. Situated on the north shore, with a view of the Opera House out one window and the ionic Harbour Bridge out another, Tanya's 'shack', as she liked to call it, was more palace than mere mansion.
Tanya spent the afternoon preparing the guests' last supper. The fare was modest, healthy and delicious, a fitting finale after the monotony of serial gourmet take-outs. She was still fussing in the kitchen when a voice called, 'Helloooo' and the scholarly Maya strolled in, clad in a light summer dress and black high heels. Freshly showered and beautifully preened, she dumped her black and white checkerboard shoulder bag on the black granite counter and tossed her car keys on top. "Are they back?" she asked brightly, raising her arms to sweep back her hair.
"Hello Aunty Tan," Tanya muttered, not looking up, "my you look well."
Maya rounded the counter and kissed Tanya wetly in the ear. "Hello Aunty Tan, my you look fuckable."
"That's better. Where's Godzilla-with-a-handbag?"
"Mum? There's a soiree at the gallery. She'll be round later."
"Brrr..." Tanya shuddered, "poor Caddy. Death by a thousand platitudes. Better her than me."
"Maya!" Beck cried, running into the kitchen. They fell into a giggling clinch and staggered across tiled kitchen floor.
"Oh, Rebekah, with a 'k' and an 'a' and an 'h'." Maya waxed, "It's been so long. How I've paced the rugged shore, year after year, rain hail or shine, searching for your sails on the horizon."
"Well you're an idiot, aren't you? We flew."
"Did you miss me?"
"Of course I missed you. Did you miss me?"
"Uh huh." Maya nodded. Yes, she had, but not as much as she'd missed Beck's old man. "Where's Damon?"
Beck stiffened imperceptibly. Picking up the blip, Maya hugged her. "Just one more night, Becks? Can I?"
Beck was briefly tempted to tell her about Vicky, just out of spite, but in the end simply shrugged. "It's fifty bucks an hour, or part thereof."
"Fifty?" Tanya demanded. "Aren't you selling him a bit short?"
"Did I say fifty? I meant a hundred."
Maya drew a breath. "Bargain!"
"Five hundred bucks and that's my last offer."
Tanya gave Maya a wink then looked at Beck. "For that old crumbly? Now you're pushing it."
"How about my undying gratitude?" Maya suggested. "Seriously."
"As long as it comes with a big double dildo."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"What's this, Moosh?" Watson demanded, strolling in, "You sending me bankrupt again?"
Maya bounded into his embrace and threw her arms around his neck. "I just bought you." she announced, grinding her pubic bone against Watson's half a bar.
"Really. How much?"
"Fifty bucks and a spin on a double dildo."
"Fifty bucks?" Watson cried. "There's one born every minute."
"I brought you a present." Maya said, pulling free. Reaching for her shoulder bag she rummaged around inside, then pulled out a small black bundle. "Here," she said, "a little souvenir."
Watson bunched the tiny black briefs under his nose. They were still slightly damp, redolent of girly musk and perfume. "Aww, you remembered."
"They suit you, Dommy." Beck said.
"They're Paula Dodd's." Maya explained. "I swapped them for the ones we made yesterday."
Watson turned the briefs over, then opened them up and peered inside. "That's Paula's." Maya nodded at the flaky white residue in the crotch. "I made her cum in them. Well, I didn't make her cum, not this time anyway, but I told her she had to squirt in her panties before we could swap."
A presence loomed at Watson's elbow as Beck leant in for a look. "Sure she didn't just blow her nose in 'em?"
"Nuh uh," Maya shook her head. "I watched her do it to make sure she didn't cheat. Then we swapped knickers. She wore mine but I saved hers for you."
And sat around school for the rest of the day without any undies. Beck reached down and squeezed Watson's straining cock. "Well that did the trick."
Bending, Maya reached under her dress to skim off her lacy pink knickers. "I know I said I'd give you a pair, but can I keep these after we finish? I'll give you a pair the next time, I promise."
"Well I can see where this is heading," Tanya tutted, "and it's not the dinner table."
"Why not?" Maya smiled sweetly, "That's where we did it the last time."
"I thought we might eat out by the pool." Tanya said. "I was actually thinking dinner but it looks like the menu's just changed."
Tanya's pool was indoors, twenty-five meters by ten, salt water under a polarizing glasshouse that also served as a conservatory. The glazing was opaque to the neighbours but provided a spectacular view of the harbour from inside. The pool shimmered under the late evening sun, barely stirred by labouring robots. Beside it, surrounded by greenery, was a showroom array of expensive patio furniture, including fabric-cushioned sun lounges in various degrees of recline. Music wafted out of the fernery, the radio of all things, ad-free with a nightly mix of alternative music.
It was Beck's first glimpse of the pool- Tanya had been saving the best till last- and she was already undressing at the mere sight of it. Kneeling at Watson's feet, Maya tugged his shorts down. The old man's erection sprang free, almost batting her in the eye and, seizing the shaft, she commenced rubbing the knob all over her face.
"Really," Tanya tutted, "I don't know where you get it from."
"Bullshit!" Maya replied. "You taught me everything I know."
Watson looked at his meat, clutched in Maya's little hand. It reminded him of a fire hose, swelling and stiffening as the pressure came on. "Not too tender after yesterday?" he asked.
"No way." Maya shook her head.
"What about Beck?" Tanya asked. "Did she say it was okay?"
Maya looked at Beck, stark naked, poised at the edge of the pool. "We're heading home tomorrow." Beck shrugged, "Might as well."
"Make sure you remember this, Maya Elizabeth." Tanya admonished. "Generosity like this has got to be a two-way street."
There was a tiny splash as Beck cut the water as clean as a knife. "How could I ever forget?" Maya said, peeling her dress off overhead. Reaching behind her back, she unhitched her bra, pushing her chest out as she did. Watson groaned as her tits bounced free, nipples erect, ready for sucking.
"God they're gorgeous!" he said with a shake of the head, gazing in wonder at the two perfect cupcakes.
"Do you really think so?" Maya cooed, giving her little girls a loving fondle.
Tanya walked up behind Maya and slapped her butt. "Look what you've gone and done now." she chided, nodding in the direction of Watson's dribbling penis.
Hands on his arms, Maya backed the old man up to a sun lounge. "I think I know a way we can fix that."
Ripping off his T-shirt, Maya pushed Watson onto the coarse cotton cushion, then leant over and engulfed his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Eyes closed, Watson put his hand on the back of her head to follow it bobbing up and down in his lap.
Beck hauled out after an obligatory three or four underwater laps, hands clasped, elbows in, leaving a trail of sodden footprints behind. "That was fast." she observed, gesturing with her chin at the pair on the pool chair.
Tanya looked at her, weighing her options. Streaming water, Beck's slim, tanned, almost serpentine body with its pointy little tits and gently heaving belly was a sight to behold. There was other stuff pending- a trophy wife's work was never done- but Tanya had never been one to let mundane responsibility stand in the way of juicy self-gratification. Life just wasn't long enough. "How about it Becks?" she held out her hand, "You and me? For old times sake?"
Beck guided Tanya's hand down to her soft, hairless mound. Between Tanya and her niece she was developing a quite a taste for the fairer sex and, swallowing the bitter little pill of resentment, she nodded. "Mad if we don't"
Picking up a pool towel Tanya began patting Beck down, lavishing attention on her breasts and long, slender legs. "What's happening, Aunty Tan?" the old man asked, elevating the backrest to forty five degrees, "Getting a little Beck into you?"
"You just mind your own business, Damon Watson. We're busy."
Standing, Maya hurdled Watson's legs and settled on his lap. "Just ignore them, Damon. We can make our own fun."
"Last one to cum's a rotten egg." Tanya crowed as Beck stepped behind her to unbutton her black lace camisole. Pausing to mash her cold skin against Tanya's warm back, the blonde looked around for a comfortable venue.
Tanya gestured in the direction of the pool. "Let's grab a couple of air mattresses, Honey. Rodge and I fuck on them all time."
"Sometime's even with each other." Maya tittered.
"Oh shoosh you. Don't go giving away our family secrets."
