Chapter I
The warmth of the sunlight on her face woke Debbie Alderson earlier than she had planned. It was early July 2019 and while a cool breeze was wafting through the windows, she could feel the heat beginning to build.
Debbie looked at the window over her desk, the curtains stirring in the breeze. The desk was an old table that her Mother had bought at an estate sale years ago. She'd had it cleaned and refinished and had put it in Debbie's room her first year of college, replacing the old one she'd grown up with. Her laptop was there, in the middle, with plenty of room on either side for papers and the stack of textbooks she'd kept when the Spring Semester was over. She was 19 now, attending the University of Maryland College Park, majoring in finance. She and her Father had long planned on taking over the hedge fund he had started when she was a kid.
Her eyes made a circuit around her room, taking in the tall bookcase where she kept her favorite books -- the entire Harry Potter series and all The Game of Thrones books among others -- her comfy chair where she liked to read, the tall lamp behind it. The lamp's twin was next to her desk. A dresser with a mirror was opposite her bed. It, like the walk-in closet opposite her bed, were full of dresses, shirts, pants and jeans that she almost never wore this time of year. Summer months she'd wear shorts and t-shirts and a favorite pair of athletic shoes -- tennis shoes her Father would always call then, even though she'd never played tennis. She never wore flipflops -- she was just never really comfortable in them. If there was a party or if her parents had dinner guests, she'd wear a light Summer dress and overpriced sandals.
There was a window in the wall beside the closet that looked out on the yard and pool behind the house. Debbie's 18-year-old sister Jessica had talked their Father into having it installed a few years ago.
There was a nightstand within easy reach of the bed. Like the rest of the furniture, it was a dark warm cherry color. Her Mother used to joke with her about picking furnishings that matched her hair -- dark brown, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her hair was the same color as her Father's; Jessica had inherited their Mother's strawberry blonde hair, along with her blue eyes. Debbie's eyes were brown.
Hair and eye colors aside, the two girls were similar. Both were not quite 5'8'', athletic in build, with 34D breasts. Jessica was a bit more outgoing than her older sister, but neither was shy. Both had active social lives -- their Mother would jokingly gripe about having to host birthday parties or setting out enough snacks for when they had friends over for slumber parties, but the truth was she had enjoyed such events as much as her daughters did.
Growing up, Debbie had always thought the house had been built for parties. It was a large Victorian style house, with a large dining room, a front parlor and library on one side of the first floor, with the kitchen and what had once been servant's quarters but had since been converted into a smaller dining room jut for family on the other side; between the two sides was a large staircase to the second floor, where Debbie's, Jessica's and their parent's bedrooms and a guest bedroom. A bathroom with a shower was between Debbie's and Jessica's bedrooms. A second bathroom with a tub and shower was next to their parent's bedroom.
The third floor served as their Father's office, where he ran his hedge fund, Oaktree Farms Investments LLC. Oaktree Farms had been the name of the of the farm their family had owned on Maryland's Eastern Shore since the 1700's. Her Father had sold most of the land after he'd inherited it from their Grandfather to developers who had built MacMansions on it, keeping only the two acres that the house sat on. Their nearest neighbors were far enough away that they could enjoy privacy but not too far away if an emergency developed and they needed help.
There was a movement in the bed next to her. Her girlfriend Vanessa shifted from laying on her back to her side, still partially asleep then drifting back into sleep. Like Debbie, Vanessa was also 19, also 34D, but unlike Debbie and Jessica, her breasts had been enhanced just after her 18th birthday. Vanessa was also blonde and slightly shorter and plumper than either Debbie or Jessica.
Debbie and Vanessa had been friends since first grade. Both had been girl scouts and cheerleaders and had been in classes together. Now they shared an off-campus apartment in College Park, shared some clothing, boyfriends and girlfriends; both were bisexual and had been each other's first female lover.
Some nights they shared Vanessa's brother David.
The blankets slide down as Vanessa had turned, exposing her breasts, with their dark rose pink areolae and nipples, the ones that Debbie's tongue had played with the night before, sucking them gently into her mouth, slowly, softly kissing and tonguing them, before slowly moving down Vanessa's body, to between her legs, her tongue teasing Vanessa's clit, then sliding her tongue in and out of her shaved pussy, using it like a hard cock, fucking her, hearing Vanessa's moans, licking her wetness as it leaked from her pussy towards the rosebud of her asshole, rimming Vanessa's asshole, her fingers, one, then two, then three, fucking Vanessa's wet pussy, deeper, harder, until Vanessa came, silently screaming in the pure joy of orgasm. Debbie had thought about finger fucking Vanessa's asshole, but remembered that Vanessa was saving her anal virginity for David.
Later than night it had been Vanessa bringing Debbie to orgasm, using their favorite strap-on, the seven-inch black one they'd nicknamed "Big Ben" since it reminded them of the guy on the basketball team who had been part of their first threesome, to fuck Debbie 's ass, her loud moans only partially quieted by burying her face in the pillows.
Vanessa rolled over onto her back, exposing both of her breasts. Debbie began to move her head, wanting to take one of the nipples back into her mouth when a splashing sound distracted her. Her head lifted and turned towards the window next to the closet.
Glancing back at Vanessa, she gently slid out of the bed feeling the cool hardwood floor with her bare feet. She glanced at the clock on her desk. 10AM.
She almost tiptoed over to the window, not wanting to wake Vanessa just yet.
"Did that old dog jump in the pool again?", she thought. Eddie, the German Shepard they'd had for years, would sometimes jump in the pool and swim for a while, but could never pull himself back out again and always needed help; he would always get a slightly embarrassed look on his face before shaking the water off and getting whomever had helped him wetter than they were already.
Looking out she saw the source of the splashing sound.
Her sister Jessica had dived into the deep end of the pool and was swimming from one end to the other then back again, her long strawberry blonde hair trailing behind her. Just as with Debbie, Jessica's hair came to the middle of her back. After a half dozen laps, she got out of the pool.
It hadn't been clear while she was under the water, but Jessica was not wearing her usual robin's egg blue bikini; she was nude. For a moment Debbie was in shock; she'd seen Jessica nude before, as kids or catching her coming out of the shower a little early, but she as if she was seeing her now for the first time really as an adult.
She watched as Jessica toweled herself dry, her firm breasts bouncing only slightly as she walked over to a chaise lounge, her nipples still hard from the coolness of the pool water. Spreading the towel, she lay down on her back to absorb the sun's rays before it became too hot.
Debbie's eyes wandered down her sister's body, sweeping from her breasts and rose-pink areola, over her taught abdomen, down to her hairless pussy.
"When did she start mowing the lawn?" Debbie wondered, then her eyes swept back up Jessica's body to her breasts; Jessica's nipples were still hard from the cool water in the pool.
"She's a hottie."
Vanessa was behind Debbie. She put her hands on Debbie's shoulders, lightly kissing her neck. She put her head on Debbie's shoulder and looked out at Jessica.
"MMM, I'd love to be sucking those sweet tits, feeling those nipples getting hard in my mouth."
She slid her hands down to Debbie's breasts, her fingertips slowly circling Debbie's nipples.
"Maybe I'd finger her clit, tease her tight little pussy." Vanessa's right hand moved down between Debbie's legs, slowly finding her pussy lips, seeking and finding her clit, rubbing it, teasing it.
Debbie closed her eyes, breathing deeply, a low moan escaping her throat. She began to feel herself getting wet.
"She was watching us last night", Vanessa whispered. "She was in the doorway, watching while you were going down on me."
Debbie opened her eyes and looked down at her sister. She'd turned on her stomach now, her back and ass to the sun.
Vanessa now started to slide one, then two, fingers into Debbie's pussy, slowly fucking her. Debbie closed her eyes again, her breathing beginning to become short and quick. Vanessa removed her fingers and brought them up to and into her mouth, tasting Debbie, licking her juices.
"So sweet". She looked down at Jessica. "Wonder if she tastes like you."
Debbie wondered the same thing, then tried to push idea away, into the back corners of her mind.
"I almost asked her to join us."
Debbie turned to look at Vanessa.
"You wanted my sister in bed with us?"
Vanessa grinned. "You should have seen her watching us. You could see her nipples getting hard under that little top she was wearing. She had her hand down her panties, rubbing her clitty, getting her cunt nice and wet . . . like yours is getting."
Vanessa jammed her fingers back into Debbie's pussy, finger fucking her hard.
