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WARNING! Written by a creative but imperfect dyslexic human with no more than spellcheck's help. -- NO AIs USED --. If you are looking for perfect spelling, grammar, English and punctuation. STOP now you won't find it here, not my "style". :) I'm just an old fart. A retired construction worker with the funny, dyslexic spelling accent, sitting around the camp fire. Maybe some of Y'all can't understand me and that's OK too... move along now, nothing to see if you don't look. :)
Now here is a little yarn I made up for your entertainment.
-- TRADITION --
The five sister's and their husbands end of the summer holiday pot luck-BBQ was a success. The tables of food and leftovers cleaned up and packed away as the last of the fading sun lit the clouds in the reds of a mountain sunset.
The men gathered around one of the picnic-tables in front of the fire place, Big Bill's pride and joy.
His newly finished Big L shaped stone BBQ in the corner of the large patio. It was more of a outdoor kitchen really.
It had a big fireplace with a spit big enough to roast a pig on the short side. Down the long side facing the house a covered gas BBQ-grill with a smoke generating box below, a 4 burner gas stove-top, a 6 foot butcher block counter top, a small wet bar sink and refrigerator with a big screen above with the game on, a chimney directed smoke up and out and its roof also covered the pick nick table and had a nice Bluetooth speaker system built into it... a nice "man Kitchen " space... beer was cold and shots being poured.
It cooled off quickly to low sixty's when the sun went down in the mountains. The fire in the fire place had burned down to coals. Big Bill was adding logs the rocks were warm and radiating heat and they blocked the breeze making it comfortable at the table. The women had gone in the house to finish putting dinner away and make drinks.
We were letting dinner settle B-S ing and burning one. When the women came out of the house.
My wife carrying a pitcher of margaritas, each of the sisters also had a full glass as they went strutting across the patio triggering the motion light.
The younger pair of twins showing off their bikinis putting on a little show for us as they walked. The older pair of twins and their oldest sister were in towels, knowing them it was probably all they had on. Wwuueee!!!
They headed to the hot tub in the big glazed in gazebo across the patio.
We gave a quite whistle or two along with knowing looks and a high five as they disappeared into the steamed up gazebo.
We had married some dam good looking sisters. Bills wife was the oldest by a year and a half. She had a twin brother who wasn't here.
The younger sisters were 2 sets identical twins only 11 months apart.
They were a grade apart and all had been cheerleaders in high school a couple years ago when 2 were juniors and 2 were seniors. The four of them making up half the schools cheer team that year. Their five foot six classic "California beach girl " Blond hair, Blue eyed good looks turning heads everywhere they went.
"dam I would like to tap her ass but she won't let me near it" Junior said as we watched them strut.
He married my wife's twin, the youngest by a couple minutes of the 19 year old sisters back in May.
"She keeps saying not yet but soon and something about a tradition," he said, looking around at us for clues.
Everyone kind of smiled and nodded wisely and shifted around a bit looking at each other as we were being busy, rolling one or slicing lemons and passing glasses for another round of tequila shots and a smoke.
We all toast to " the sisters" and another to "tradition " looking at Junior the newest brother in law.
He looked back at us kind of bewildered/irritated because we knew something he didn't.
As we filled glasses for another round. "Tradition yea it is the name of the tequila see" pointing at ( traditional ) in Spanish in part of its name on the label like it was something and laughing.
"Tradition?"
He pressed us more and said she told him "He could only enjoy her fully,", as in have her perfect ass after the family tradition was upheld " but how and wh-what the hell is it?" he ask.
Looking around at us.
"It isn't up to us Junior, the sisters have this tradition before you can have their ass. They'll tell you about it when they think it's time." Big Bill said.
Bill's wife, the oldest sister with perfect timing, got all our attention as she came out of the gazebo and walked over toward us.
She was naked, dripping wet, and steaming a little in the cool air as she walked across the patio her hard nipples leading the way. She walked up to Junior and took his hand.
He wasn't looking at us. His eyes were wide open getting a eye full of the big sisters fine full breasts, a full D+ to the younger sisters C, tightly crinkled nipples and tight tummy leading to a little landing strip and a sexy little 2 finger gap as she smiled and said " time to teach you about karma and a family tradition."
Winking conspiratorially at us as she turned pulling him up by a hand leading him toward the hot tub's steamed up Gazebo. He was going to get his wish.
Junior looked back as we all raised a glass and toasted "Virgins."
Junior's view...
Bill had cooked prime rib roast he had marinaded and rubbed it and what ever he did before cooking, smoking it on the spit on the new gas BBQ. His new BBQ was a outstanding example of the stone work his construction company did. He said he could write it off if he had customers over to see it as a demo.
The roast was fork cut tender with a smokey flavored from the smoke box, and his rub and simply as good as it gets. We had all the side dishes and fixings to go with it for our family holiday party.
Dinner was a 10 as were the girls, the younger 4 sisters could be clones. my wife was the youngest of them.
Big Bill had built a fire in the fire place just for the warmth when the sun went down. He put a couple more logs in the fire as we did a couple Tequila shots with our beers.
The girls came out of the house my wife leading the way with her twin sister, strutting a runway walk with drinks in hand in their little string bikinis showing everything as they went to the hot tub.
" Damm I wanted to tap that ass but she won't let me just says something about tradition," they all looked busy dodging my questions again.
Bills wife the oldest of the sister came out of the gazebo naked and dripping wet. She was giving us a eye full as she walked over to us, she took my hand pulled me up and was leading me towards the gazebo, as everyone smiled.
Something was going on the mystery of the "tradition" what ever that was.
I guess I was about to find out.
She lead me to the gazebo door paused and turned with her nipples poking my chest looked up at me and ask if I was going to uphold the family tradition?
I was kind of surprised she was asking me this while naked and wondered what it is?
I kept thinking her eyes are up there yea up there..." yea I will uphold it. Whatever it is I answered,"
Kind of cockily I guess but how bad could it be?
She opened the door to the gazebo, inviting me in with a flourish. It was around 80 so plenty warm with the steam fogging up the windows there was towels and swimsuits laying on the table with a empty pitcher.
So the women must be naked in the hot tub I thought, my cock swelled a bit at the thought, as my wife climbed out naked and dripping wet. She came up to me with a blindfold tying it on quickly cutting off my view.
I could hear the women splashing and giggling as they climbing out of the hot tub and gathering around me.
My wife said to "relax its a family tradition " as she pulled my t shirt up over my head. I felt more hands at my shorts pulling them down undressing me quickly. Hands were rubbing and groping me here, there and everywhere. A couple of slap's on the ass and nipple pinches someone stroking my now hard cock.
Then they took my hands leading me around the table toward the stairs to the hot tub. They were covered in well padded indoor-out-door carpet as was the floor.
They sat me on the second step and I could feel naked legs settling on both sides of me, skin still warm from the hot tub, and from behind soft/firm breasts, hard nipples against my back, arms wrapping around me in a hug.
The sisters moving and sitting on either side and in front of me... My wife spoke in my ear from behind me.
" You want to fuck my ass but we have a family tradition before you do. Do you agree to it? "
" I'm here aren't I " I said... she said "you must prove yourself worthy first"..
" And how do I do that" I ask?
She said turn around and show my sisters how quickly you can bring a woman to a climax.
Knowing what she liked I turned around between my wife's legs and got on my knees and slowly kissed my way up her legs to her pussy as she lay back on the small platform leading to the tub.
Sliding my hands up her legs to her ass as the other girls rubbed their hands lightly all over teasing and trying to stimulate me.