Pancakes, bacon and eggs made for a hearty brunch. It was a picture of domestic bliss: Mason and his wife, Elizabeth, sharing a meal with Elizabeth's sister, Charlotte. No one appeared ill at ease; there was no sense of embarrassment or hint of jealousy. Could life be this uncomplicated after the events of this morning? After all, it isn't every day that Mason and his wife had sex in the pool and were being watched. And then, to have a sexually frustrated Charlotte joined them to beg her sister to let her have sex with Mason. A compassionate Elizabeth agreed and watched them do it from the kitchen window.
After he had eaten his fill, Mason announced he was going to take a nap. The women said they were each going to take a shower. One wanted to wash the chlorine off her body while the other one had some spunk to remove. The three of them scheduled a cook out to be followed by a friendly game of tennis for that evening.
Mason left and as the two sisters were cleaning up the dirty dishes, Elizabeth said, "Please don't take this the wrong way Charlotte, but you've got the biggest, thickest bush I have every seen. I have a little clipper that I use to trim myself. If you would like to borrow it while you take your shower..."
"Yes. Thanks. Like grass on an abandon lot, I've let the fur on my neglected pussy grow wildly."
Charlotte headed to the guest bathroom while Elizabeth went to get the clippers. When Elizabeth arrived at the door to the bathroom, she saw Charlotte sitting naked on the edge of the tub running a bath. Something caused Elizabeth to pause and to stare. She felt a twinge... a twinge of what? Elizabeth shook her head, as if trying to clear it, and said, "Here Charlotte," as she offered her the clippers.
Charlotte turned to accept it and said, "I've never used one of these before. Can I just start clipping away? Will I need to follow up with a razor?"
"It will cut the hair fairly short. You may find it good enough for some areas, but there are areas where I still use my razor."
"How do you turn it on?"
"Here," Elizabeth said, showing her the switch. Seeing a confused look on her sister's face and knowing that she never was very mechanically orientated she said, "I'll show you how it works." Charlotte smiled a "Thanks," and spread her legs. Elizabeth wondered why it was so hot in here?
Elizabeth said, "All right, do you want a regular bikini cut?"
"You know, I'm sick of the whole mess. Let's just cut it all off."
"You'll look just like you did when you were eight," Elizabeth exclaimed.
"Then my bottom will match my top. I've got the boobs of an eight-year-old," Charlotte replied laughing as she pushing out her small chest. The nipples on her "A" cup sized breasts were standing at attention, but even then they did not amount to much.
Elizabeth, thought back to this morning when she had touched Charlotte's breasts, she sighed quietly and said, "Don't be so hard on yourself. You're beautiful. My breasts sag so much that Mason teases me with that old Don Rickle's joke: not to take my bra off in front of the bathroom sink because it will hurt when I hit my head on the counter." They both laughed.
"Here we go," Elizabeth said, as she ran the clippers through her sister's pubic hair. After five or six swipes, the bushy triangle in front was gone. She had Charlotte lean back and spread her legs more so she could work on the rest of the hair. In another minute or so the outline of Charlotte's pussy was clearly visible. Elizabeth was feeling warm again. She wondered, was it be possible that at forty-two years of age she was experiencing a pre-menapause hot flash?
Charlotte said, " That was pretty quick, too quick in fact. Could you do a little more around my mound?"
That area was pretty well trimmed. A confused Elizabeth said, "Okay." Charlotte reached down and pressed the body of the device against her pubic bone. The clipping blades were up in the air. Elizabeth blushed as she realized that her sister was enjoying the vibrations of the little clippers. She also noticed Charlotte was moist.
"Do you two want to be alone?"
"It feels so good, sis. Can you give me another minute?" Charlotte asked as she let go of the clippers and sunk two fingers in her pussy.
"Charlotte! Do you have no shame?"
Before Charlotte could answer, she bucked her hips causing her sister to fumble the clippers. A startled Elizabeth managed to quickly switch off the unit and she doubled clutched the clippers to keep from dropping it. In doing so, Elizabeth dragged her knuckles across her sister's newly shaven lips. Charlotte shuttered and moaned at the contact, and orgasmed. Involuntarily, she rolled slightly onto her side and drew her feet up as she gasped for air.
Elizabeth swatted her sister's lean butt and said while laughing, "I really can't believe you! Have you turned into some kind of sex maniac that will get off anywhere? At any time?"
Charlotte drew in a deep breath and exhaled loudly and slowly. "Maybe so or maybe it was your pancakes. Sis, my body was suddenly swept up by an urgent need. I felt like I was going from neutral to one hundred miles per hour in an instant. It was as if the orgasm wasn't going to be denied."
"I'm sorry for making you an unwitting partner," Charlotte said.
"I guess it was worth it to learn what I look like to Mason when I cum. You're on your own for the rested of the haircut. You'll find razors in the cabinet." Elizabeth stood up, laughed some more and left the bathroom. As she walked away, she became of aware of the wetness of her cunt. Elizabeth then realized that she hadn't been having hot flashes, she had been sexually turned on by the experience.
Later on, after dinner and the day had cooled down, everyone met out at the tennis court. They rallied some and then decided to play a game or two. Mason challenged the sisters. He played to the double lines while they had to play to the single lines. And he would have one serve while the girls got both of theirs. The play was spirited, but no one was going to be mistaken for a professional tennis player. Mason was a better athlete and he won the first two games.
The trash talk began to flow. Everyone was having fun. The girls lost a third game at "love". Elizabeth and Charlotte were too competitive to allow this situation to continue. Desperate to win at least one game, they called a time out and huddled beside and then behind a tool shed to discuss a new strategy. When they emerged, they fiercely challenged Mason's manhood and dared him to play one more game: winner takes all.
Mason asked them, "What does winner-takes-all mean?"
"Oh, you know," said Elizabeth smiling seductively. "If you win you can name your prize. If we win you might find that you are our slave for the night."
"Okay. I'm in. First to three points wins? We'll take turns serving. Do you what to serve first?'
Charlotte coolly answered, "No tiger. You go first."
Mason grabbed a couple of balls and went back to the service line. His first serve would be to Charlotte. As he was tossing the ball in the air. A flash of white caught his eye. Elizabeth, who was standing on the mid-court line, had pulled up her dress. A distracted Mason lost the point on a serve out of bounds. Mason was left wondering was that underwear or flesh he had seen?
Charlotte prepared to serve for their side. Again at the toss there was unusual movement on their side of the court. Elizabeth had turned around, pulled up her skirt and mooned him. There was no doubt this time. She wasn't wearing any underwear. A startled Mason barely was able to put the ball in play. Charlotte took his weak return cross-court and the women were up two to nothing.
"That's a very good strategy you two have. Without the weight and no longer encumbered by underwear, your ability to cover the court is sure to improve."
Mason prepared to serve to Elizabeth. She and Charlotte were mooning him with skirts held high. He almost missed the ball. However, his poor effort did get into play and with his opponents out of position, he won the point.
Now Elizabeth served while Charlotte performed. She flashed Mason with a view of her front and a view of her backside. Mason was learning to ignore their erotic distractions and won the point. Tie game.
The girls huddled while Mason bounced a ball preparing to serve for the win. Their frantic exchange was accompanied by wild gesturing. "Charlotte your idea of going bottomless no longer seems to be working. Should we change our game plan?" Elizabeth asked.
