If you have not read the āWeekend Sleepoverā series, please read them first. This is the conclusion of a fantastic story of voyeurism, exhibitionist, masturbation, loving wives, bi-fem, and incest. Enjoy!
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Marie was busy admiring herself in her new swimsuit when she heard the screams from the other room. She rushed to the door of the master bathroom and froze at the sight before her. Behind the glass of the shower door, she could make out the shapes of her two sisters, their bodies entwined together in an erotic embrace. Her first thought was of the incestual taboo; her second thought was of the wrongs of two women; her third thought, however, was of pure lust.
Marie felt her pussy twitch as she watched them pleasure each other. Her hand could not fight the temptation of touching herself and was soon on the edge of her own climax. However, the screams of passion stopped and cheated Marie out of her own pleasure. She quickly ran back to the other bathroom, shut the door and turned on the fan. She had nothing to be ashamed of, yet she felt like hiding. Marie looked in the mirror and saw a huge wet spot in the crotch of her suit. She could not change again and she could not be seen like this. Or could she? After what she had just seen her two sisters do, this was nothing. āWhat do I doā she asked the reflection in the mirror? āWhat?ā
When Scott arrived at the gym, he found a packed house. It usually is a bit crowded on a Saturday morning, but today it seemed as if every member of the club was present. Normally, he would warm up his body with a few miles on the treadmill, but each was occupied. Every stair climber was in use and the weight room was jammed with muscles. He had one last hope, the basketball court. As he walked near the court entrance, that hope vanished when he saw about 20 guys in shorts and hightops waiting for a chance to play. Disappointed, Scott reversed his steps, got back in his car, and headed home. Nothing what a few beers and a couple hits of his stash couldnāt fix, he thought to himself as he drove.
Jenn, Angie, and Marie all laid side by side in their lounge chairs looking at magazines, sharing what they have read, and listening to the music that filled the backyard. Marie had found a way out of the house by wrapping a towel around her and position herself away from the girls when she sat down. It had worked, but her mind still was a buzz with what she had seen and her sex still wet with excitement. Jenn and Angie acted very nonchalant. In fact there really was no difference, except for one thing. Angie wasnāt trying to start a fight and she readily agreed with everything Jenn said. Usually, they would disagree on something and may even upscale into a nasty argument, but today, nothing.
After thirty minutes or so, Angie decided to change the music. The speakers were outside speakers mounted along the outside of the house, but the stereo controls were in the den. The young teen entered the room through the sliding glass door and began her search for the perfect tunes.
Jennās body glowed with a combination of oil and perspiration under the hot sun. Inside her body, she also felt a heat. Images of the shower scene replayed in her mind and kept her pussy tingling. She was amazed of how she felt with not only another woman, but with her own teenage sister! She realized that maybe it was because it had been her sister, that was why she felt so comfortable. She loved her sister and ālove and sexā had always been the combination that worked. Jenn knew she could fuck anyone, she had to āmake loveā to them. She glanced over at her other sister, Marie. She was so conservative, so timid. She wondered if she had heard them. Nothing was ever said, it was business as usual. Her thoughts were interupted by a big drop of sweat that rolled down her forehead and into her eye. Time for a dip. āHey, ready to get in?ā
Marie agreed it was time. Jenn was the gradual type, but Marie was a jumper. Marieās splash sent a ripple down to Jenn who was working hard to get the water past her stomach. Marie popped out of the water a few feet away from her grimacing sister. She motioned to splash and was warned by her older sister of dunking and death. Ignoring her threats, Marie swung her arm wildly and sent a wave of cool water onto Jennās steaming body. The fight was on! For the next few minutes, the pool was filled splashing, screaming, name-calling, and idle threats. Marie was quick, but Jenn never gave up. It ended with Jenn pushing her sister underwater and holding her there. When she felt she had had enough Jenn made one last attack. With her skillful hand, she untied the bikiniās top and bottoms and jerked them free. Marieās head emerged from the water coughing and sputtering. āNot fairā she cried! āNot fair at all.ā
āOh, itās fair. It is my suit and now I want it back,ā Jenn replied. āBut, if you say you are sorry, I may let you borrow it again.ā