This is part two of the story of how Martin came to fuck both of his wife's sisters. The stories can be read in any order. Hope you like this one.
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I'd been dating Sam for three months. It was our last year of university and we had planned a two-week holiday in Spain as a reward. We rented an isolated villa on the side of a rocky hill in the mountains of Sierra Nevada about 30 minutes along precipitous, narrow roads from the Mediterranean. It was beautiful yet harsh, arid country, baking hot in the summer and prone to wildfires.
Sam had invited her two sisters, Susie and Nina, to visit for the second week, but for the first week we had the place to ourselves. We mainly hung out at the beach or by the pool at our villa getting stoned and drinking cervezas. We had quite a lot of sex because, well, we had no internet and the TV was all in Spanish, which neither of us spoke. Hanging out all day long in hardly any clothes was definitely a contributing factor.
It was great to be finally done with the relentless slog that was the third year of uni with final exams forming a turd-shaped cherry on top. We didn't have much of a plan for what came next, just some vague ideas of places to live, so this interlude was a perfect little time bubble with no pressure whatsoever. The kind of holiday you don't get to have very often in your life.
Susie and Nina arrived in a flurry of chatter and hugs. I had met them once before at their mother's 50th party a few weeks after I started dating Sam. Looking at them together now I was struck by their similarities. They came from good genetic stock. Their mother, a doctor, was beautiful, whip-smart with a great sense of humour, and their father who helped run his wife's practice was kind and supportive, and pretty damn handsome himself. So no surprise that their three girls were beautiful, intelligent and a lot of fun to hang out with.
In no time at all the girls were changed into their bikinis, beers in hand. The snacks were out on the kitchen bench and we were hearing all about their plane journey, the creepy guy across the aisle, the mad taxi driver, that kind of thing.
I could see how each girl had inherited certain features from different parents. Sam was very much like her mum physically, a real classy shape, well proportioned. Nicely chiselled facial features with full lips. She had delicious breasts, not large but not small either and a nice neat butt, not that I had studied her mum's body in such detail.
Susie must have picked up her boob genes from her dad's side. She had a very decent set and they bounced pleasingly in her bikini as she moved. It was hard not to admire them so I had to make an extra special effort to keep my focus on her face. There was a lot of gorgeous flesh on show right now, which wasn't a bad problem to have, but it did bring its challenges.
Nina shared Sam's chiselled looks. She was smaller in the boob department, which didn't make her any less beautiful. But if I had to pick her standout physical feature it had to be her ass. It was shapely in a very eye catching way and firm at the same time.
Phew, did someone just turn up the sun? I decided to go inside and get a cool drink before I started showing my appreciation too much.
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The next day we spent down at the beach. More lounging, drinking beers and eating tapas. The girls were getting a major amount of attention from the local boys. Lots of dumb grinning, lots of "holas". Some lecherous looks from the older men.
Nina got talking to the same guy Sam and I had met the previous week who ended up selling us some weed. I didn't pay much attention assuming she was doing the same thing we were, and when she turned away from him to walk back over to us I could see her stuffing something into her beach bag. "Yep," I thought. At least we'd have plenty to smoke in the coming days.
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The next morning Susie and Sam decided to head into town to get supplies leaving me and Nina at the villa. There was also a handmade market on nearby that they were going to check out and they'd probably get lunch so they'd be back in the afternoon sometime.
I made some coffee for Nina and me to help us cut through the previous night's weed and beer. "So did you buy some weed from that guy on the beach yesterday?" I asked.
Nina walked over to the couch where her bag was, and pulled out a little plastic zip-lock bag, throwing it onto the kitchen bench beside the coffee cups that I was busy filling. Inside were four small white tablets. "Is that what I think it is?" I asked, putting down the coffee jug and picking up the bag for a closer look. Each tablet had a love heart moulded into it.
"Depends what you're thinking, Martin," she said. "But if it starts with E you might be on the right track."
"I don't think your mother would approve," I said, putting on my straight-laced voice.
She ignored my comment. "Wanna do some quality control?" she said. "We can have half each to make sure it's ok. I mean we have hours to kill and there's not much else to do around here." She turned and looked out the window at the expanse of rocky hills, dotted here and there with villas and swimming pools.
"You do have a point," I conceded. "And it looks like another perfect day in paradise."
Nina opened the bag and extracted a pill. "Is there a sharp knife around?" she asked. I found the sharpest one in the drawer and lined it up in the centre of the tablet before gradually applying pressure. Nina cupped her hands around the pill, anticipating what would happen when the knife suddenly hit the bench and the two halves pinged into her palms.
"Nice work," I said. "Clearly never done this before." I picked up one half and handed it to Nina, and raised the other half to my lips. "Here goes," I said. "Down the hatch." We each popped the half pill into our mouths and washed it down with a slug of coffee.
After that we hung out by the pool for a while chatting about funny things that had happened at uni, bands we'd been to see and the like. Neither of us could feel anything from the pill yet and suspected Nina had been sold some duds. We hadn't had breakfast yet so we went inside to get some food. Bread rolls from the day before, some fresh fruit, nuts, cheese. Perfect.
We sat around the kitchen bench grazing from the cutting board, but as we ate I could feel my appetite start to wane and I found myself picking at my bread roll. "You know I think I can feel something now," I said to Nina.
"Yeah me too," she said, dropping the piece of fruit she was holding onto the board. "Think I'd prefer a beer."
"Nice idea," I said walking to the fridge and fishing two bottles from the bottom shelf. I opened both and passed one to Nina. "It might also be pool time."
"Oh yeah," she agreed. We went to get our swimmers on and took our beers out to the pool, setting them on the edge. We stared at the twinkling water. "See the way the water is sparkling like there are a million stars in there?" she asked. Then she dived in. I followed a moment later, plunging into cool and feeling the freshness explode in my brain and body. It felt so good.
