In bikinis
written by:
JL

IN BIKINIS

The two girls next door were sunbathing in the back yard, and I'd been watching them all afternoon. Hannah was in a red bikini—the top barely contained her lovely young tits, and the bottom was just a thong that tied on both sides. She sat on a plastic folding chair, occasionally scratching an itch on her thighs. When she stretched, the bikini threatened to pop free. When she lay back I could see every exposed inch of her skin

Her sister Trish wore a black bikini. She was lying on her stomach on a blanket, and I could enjoy the curve of her ass as she rocked one leg back and forth, reading her magazine and sipping a soda. She'd untied her top for a while, and the sides of her boobs wobbled whenever she turned a page or reached for her drink.

I was watching them from my deck, trying not to look like the 46-year-old perv I felt like. But they knew I was there—Hannah had waved to me as she unrolled her towel on the grass, and glanced my way occasionally as she soaked up the rays. They were always friendly enough to me, and I felt mildly guilty about lusting after both of them since they'd turned sixteen.

Hannah was 21 now, and her sister was 19. Trish was quieter, more reserved. Hannah always seemed like the wild one, but they both led active lives in school and at home—sports, boys, parties. Their mother was divorced, raising them on her own, and she'd done a good job. They were nice girls.

And I got horny just looking at them. Especially now. I wanted to pull down Hannah's top and suck her nipples, and yank down Trish's bottom and lick her sweet pussy, and then switch. But I knew that was never going to happen.

I tried not to pay too much attention as Hannah got up, stretched, and then started walking toward the fence between our yards. She was probably picking up a stick, or looking for the hose, or something else, but she definitely wasn't coming over—

"Hey, Jake." Hannah stood on a chair and leaned over the fence. I tried not to stare at the way her tits were hanging down. "You got any beer for us?"

I was drinking a beer right then. It was a Thursday afternoon in June, I'd taken the day off, and I was alone—divorced, and the ex had moved to Oregon with her boyfriend, leaving me with the house.

"Sure," I said. Anything to keep her talking to me for a few minutes. "I'll get some and pass it over the fence--"

"That's okay, we can come over. Hey Trish!" She turned and waved an arm. Then she threw one leg over the fence and pulled herself over. She tumbled onto the grass, laughing. I'd gotten a nice view of her ass.

"You all right?" I asked.

"Good thing I've got a great big ass!" Hannah laughed as she got up and held out her arms for Trish. I lingered a moment to make sure the sister got over safely—really, to watch her legs as they twisted and turned before falling—and then went inside the house.

I walked through the living room to my kitchen to pull three beers from my fridge, but when I started back I found Hannah and Trish standing in my living room staring enviously at my big flatscreen TV.

"Wow," Trish said. "I want one."

Hannah looked around and found my remote. Switching the TV on, she fell back on the couch. "This is the life." She laid the remote in her lap, right on top of the flimsy slice of material that made up her bikini bottom.

"Well, make yourself at home," I said as the baseball game came on.

"Is it all right?" Trish asked.

I handed her a beer. "It's fine. Sit down. Watch TV. Drink beer." Anything to keep them here for a while. I sat down on the couch next to Hannah and handed her a bottle.

"Thanks, Jake." She scooted across the couch closer to me and tapped her bottle to mine for a toast. Her bare leg was almost touching me. Her bare leg.

"Cheers." Trish sat down on the other side, just as close. Her foot brushed against mine. We clinked bottles. She took a long swallow and exhaled loudly. "Ahh, that's good."

"Sure is." She picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels. I had a good view of the way her tits curved under the top of her bikini. I glanced over at Trisha. She'd crossed her legs, and I took a long cautious look at her thighs and her crotch. He my was getting hard, and I wondered if they'd notice.

"Oh, The Notebook!" Trish pointed at the TV. "Keep it there! I love this movie!"

Hannah sighed. "Chick flick." She tossed the remote to her sister, looked at me, and then drank some beer.

Now or never, I told myself. These two sisters in their bikinis couldn't be completely innocent, sitting here on either side of me, drinking my beer. Almost naked. Still, I had to be careful.

My hand rubbed against Hannah's leg. No reaction for a moment, and then she nudged her legs closer to mine. She kept her eyes on the TV. I waited, then put my hand on top of her bare leg. Lightly at first, so I could claim it was an accident, but when she didn't slap me, I tightened my hand a little, squeezing her suntanned skin gently.

She turned her head and looked at me with a "What took you so long" expression. Then she tilted her head toward Trish.

I looked at her sister, who was watching me with a shy smile on her face. So, keeping my hand firmly on Hannah's thigh, I leaned over and kissed Trish on the lips.

She closed her eyes, but opened her lips, and our tongues met. I could taste the beer in her mouth, and smelled the suntan lotion on her young body. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and pressed her tits against my arm.

I was wearing jeans. I felt Hannah's hand on my leg, and then a moment later I realized Trish was also rubbing my leg. Eventually we broke the kiss and looked at each other, and then I turned to see what her sister was doing.

Hannah had untied her bikini top, and her breasts were bare and free. I'm sure my eyes bulged as I looked at her tits, young and firm, and her taut brown nipples, but Hannah was busy unbuckling my belt. "Let's check this sucker out," she said.

Holy shit. I couldn't believe what was happening—and part of me wondered if they were playing some kind of weird joke on me, or if this was some sort of plan to blackmail me, like something from the movies. But right at that moment I didn't care. Hannah had my jeans open, my zipper down, and she was pulling my dick right out of my boxers. I was going to go along with this no matter what.

"Look at this, Trish," Hannah said. My cock was sticking straight up, trembling as Hannah ran the back of one finger up and down the shaft.

I looked over at her. She was tossing her bikini top at the TV, and though her tits weren't quite as big as Hannah's, they looked just as firm and enticing, especially with her nipples pointing at me, pink and stiff.

"Wow," I said.

She smiled shyly. Then she reached out for my cock.

"What do you think, Trish?" Hannah's fingers went down to my balls as Trish wrapped her hand lightly around my rigid shaft.

"It's a dick," Trish said appreciatively. "What do you want to do with it?"

"I don't know. What do you think, Jake?"

"Just . . . what you're doing," I managed to croak, my throat dry.

"He did give us beer," Trish said. She started rubbing her hand up and down my cock.

"Yeah." Hannah leaned down to watch my cock as it started leaking precum, still playing with my balls.

I shifted on the couch, got an arm around Hannah's shoulder, and cupped her tit, squeezing the warm flesh. She moaned quietly. I leaned back and looked at Trish. Like her sister, she was staring at the tip of my prick intently. I put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her toward me, and then I slipped my hand around and caught one of her tits. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her nipple poked at my palm. Trish giggled, and started stroking my dick faster.

I pulled at Hannah's nipple. She moaned again, looked up at me, and winked. She slid her hand around so both of them were stroking my cock. I smiled at them and tightened my hold on their tits. Trish's body shook, but her hand stayed steady. My balls were throbbing.

"Is that what you wanted, Jake?" Hannah asked. "Is this the way you like it?"

"Y-yeah," I grunted. "Yeah . . . yeah . . . oh yeah . . ." I closed my eyes.

"Make him cum, Trish. I want to see it."

"I'm doing my best here." Trish giggled again. "Am I doing a good job, Jake?"

"Yes," I said, my teeth gritted. "Yes—oh—oh—oh!"

I came then. I felt as if the cum was blasting out of my cock. I heard Hannah laugh as I spurted all over their hands. Trish didn't stop, and neither did my cock. I held onto their tits, gasping with pleasure, and eventually Hannah grabbed her sister's wrist and made her slow down. "Let's not waste all of it, baby."

"Yeah." Trish sighed. I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

She grinned back, then pulled my hand off her breast and leaned forward to finish her beer. "I need another beer," she announced, and stood up. I watched her bikini bottom clenching her ass as she walked to the kitchen.

My cum was all over my jeans and my couch. Not that I cared. I turned to look at Hannah.

"I hope you don't think this is all over, Jake," she said.

"I hope not." I kissed her.

Hannah pressed her tits against my chest and snaked her tongue into my mouth. I rubbed her bare, tanned shoulders, and then I moved my mouth down to her breasts. I sucked on one nipple, and she groaned. I went to the other and she moaned louder. I pressed them together and flicked my tongue across both her nipples. "Oh!" she grunted.

I was rubbing her tits against my face when I heard Trish say, "You know, we're both all naked and you've just got your pants pulled down. It looks kind of skanky."

I gave Hannah's nipple one long, slow kiss, and then I stood up and started struggling out of my T-shirt. My jeans and boxers were covered with cum, not that I cared. Trish sipped her beer and watched as I stepped out of my pants and pulled off my socks. "You been working out, Jake?"

She had to be joking. I exercise and try to eat right, but I'm no Adonis. Still, I'm not fat. But I felt even better when Hannah said, "Yeah, not bad."

My cock, just drained, started to twitch as Trish pulled down her bikini bottom, exposing a clean, smooth pussy with just the hint of fuzz over her clit. She put her hands on her hips and nodded. "Well, you just got off. I think it's our turn now."

"Uh-huh," I agreed.

Trish plopped down on the couch next to her sister and spread her legs wide. Hannah still wore her bottoms. She smiled as I got down on the floor, and her grin grew wider as I pulled her bottoms down her legs and ran my hands up her thighs. I scooted forward on my knees and reached over to stroke Trish's legs, just brushing the edge of her pussy.

"Mmm, yeah," Trish murmured. I could feel the wetness seeping from her slit.

Then I bent my head forward between Hannah's legs. She squealed as my tongue hit her pussy, but her yelp turned into a low moan as I nuzzled her slit with my mouth.

With my other hand I slowly slid a finger toward Trish's hot hole. She guided my fingers to her clit, and I heard her start to moan. "Ohh . . . ohh . . ." I twirled one fingertip in a circle, and felt moisture seeping up from her pussy. Her legs trembled.

I pushed the tip of my tongue into Hannah's snatch. She responded with a gasp and then a groan. "Yeahhhh . . . Oh, yeah . . ." She wriggled her ass on my sofa, then hiked one leg up over my shoulder. I felt her hand on the back of my neck—she rocked my head from side to side as I tongued her, and the salty taste of her juices got stronger as I probed as deep as I could.

In the meantime Trish had locked her hand around my wrist as I fingered her clit. After a few more moments I pulled my hand down and eased a finger into her pussy. She squirmed, squeezing my wrist, and I slipped a second finger inside. She was sticky and hot, and tight. I took it slowly, pushing my fingers in and out, and after about three strokes she tightened her thighs around my arms and let out a loud sigh of pleasure.

Hannah had me trapped with one leg around me and her hand clutching my neck. Not that I minded. Her clit seemed to pulse as I licked her slit, and her breath was coming in short, explosive gasps: "Uh . . . uh . . . uh . . ."

"Hannah . . ." Trish murmured. "Oh, fuck me, this is good, is it good, is it—oh, oh, oh . . ."

"Yeah," her sister agreed. "Real good. Real—good!"

Coordinating between the two of them wasn't actually easy. I had to concentrate to keep from ignoring Hannah as I played with Trish's hot slit, and if I eased up on Hannah she squeezed my neck harder. But they were both enjoying it, and my dick was getting nice and stiff again. I figured in a few minutes one of the other of them would be ready—

"Oh—oh—OH! OH! YES!" Trish screamed and leaned back into the couch, her legs thrashing wildly. I managed to look up and see her face, eyes closed, mouth wide, face red as she came. She looked lost in her ecstasy, light years away from us, and then she lips started to curl in a smile as the sensations washed through her. She looked down and saw me, and gave me a wink.

It was time. I pulled Hannah's my from my neck, wondering if she'd left claw marks in my skin, and stood up. She blinked, angry and confused because I'd stopped, and looked at Trish as if she'd done something to steal me away. Then she glanced down and saw my hard cock, fully recovered from the sisters' handjob, and gave a wide grin.

"Give it to me, Jake," she whispered.

"Oh, yeah," I answered.

"You slut," Trish said.

Hannah spread her legs wide. I reached down to grab her hips and pull her forward until her ass was on the edge of the couch. She looked up at me, waiting, her nipples pointing up toward my chest, licking her lips. "Well?"

I leaned down and pushed my cock inside her. Hannah grunted, and lifted her legs to wrap them around my hips. "That's good," she whispered.

"Sure is," I agreed.

She leaned her head back as I began pumping my cock in and out of her pussy. I glanced over at Trish. She was staring at my cock, fascinated as it plunged deep inside her sister and then pulled back, coated with Hannah's juices.

"Hey, look at me," Hannah ordered. "Look at me when you're fucking me. Oh!"

I looked at her. She grinned, and blew me a kiss with her lips. Then she closed her eyes and pushed her body up at me as I slammed my cock in and out. Her tits began to wiggle as I upped my pace, and her eyes were hazy. She was panting hard. We were both dripping with sweat, and it glistened on her tanned skin.

She bit her lip as I rammed her. I was panting, too, and my heart was hammering. Next to us Trish was sipping her beer, her eyes still locked on my crotch as my balls swung back and forth with each thrust.

"Unnggg," groaned Hannah. She lifted one hand to my chest, and clutched her breast with the other. "Urrr . . . ahhh . . . hard and—hard and—hard . . . Oh, yeah!"

"Shit," Trish said enviously. "I want some dick too."

"Shut up, bitch," Hannah moaned. "He's mine. You get him—if you can get him up—you get him after me . . . me . . . me!"

Her legs dropped and her body spasmed, and she shut her eyes and cried out as she came. "OHHH . . . fuckkkk . . . ahhh!"

I leaned down to suck one nipple. Hannah collapsed, moaning softly, and I gritted my teeth long enough to control myself as I eased my cock out of her pussy. I looked at Trish, panting heavily as my cock twitched with lust.

"All right!" Trish hopped off the couch, turned around, and leaned forward, legs wide for me to mount her from behind. "My turn! My turn!"

"You better fucking believe it," I said, my voice hoarse. I squeezed Hannah's thigh one last time, then shifted over behind Trish and grabbed her ass. "Let's do this."

"Yeah, let's—Ahh!" She yelped as I launched my cock into her pussy. Her legs almost buckled, but then she caught her balance and leaned back to take me deeper. "Oh yeah, Jake, do it, do it . . ."

I slapped her ass. She squealed, and I slapped her again. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes thick with lust. I dug my fingers into her butt and concentrated on a good rhythm, back and forth, my balls swinging with each thrust. Trish leaned her head down and gasped.

Hannah reached forward for her beer on the table. Even with my cock all the way up inside her sister, I enjoyed the sight of her tits swinging as she leaned forward and then sat back, legs spread, with a little of my cum dripping from her slit. She took a long swallow of her beer and licked her lips. Then she looked at us, and laughed. "Now who's a slut?"

"Just following your . . . your example. Ahhh . . ."

Hannah stood up. Her legs wobbled, but she started swaying back and forth, giving me a sexy little dance as I pounded her sister. "Mmm," she murmured. "Nothing like a cold beer . . . and a hard cock, huh?" She squeezed her tits and leaned toward us, then stepped back and stroked her inner thighs. She spun around and bent over, grabbing her ankles, showing me her firm young ass. Then Hannah swung around again and snatched up her beer. It was almost empty, and she finished it in one swallow.

"Be right back," she said, and staggered toward the kitchen.

"I love my sister," Trish breathed. "Oh yeah, right there, give it to me hard . . . "

"Yeah," I groaned. I was gripping her waist, slamming her as hard as I could, and she was taking it thrust for thrust, her ass jiggling every time I rammed her.

"Am I—as good—as her? Oh, oh, oh . . ."

"You're both—great," I grunted. "Great, great, good, good--"

"You guys still at it?" Hannah asked, returning with a fresh beer in her hand. She walked around behind the couch, in front of her sister and me, and took a big gulp. She grinned at Trish's loud, urgent panting, and then she started playing with her tits, pulling on her nipples with one hand. "You've got stamina, Jake, I'll say that for you."

I reached forward, one hand on Trish's shoulder, and then leaned down to grab at her breasts as they wobbled back and forth. Trish gasped. She stumbled forward and then lifted one knee up on my couch. I stayed planted inside her, and now she had more leverage to push back at me.

Hannah grinned and gave me a thumbs' up. Then she leaned over and kissed the top of her sister's head. She stepped back, watching Trish's face, and started swaying to music only she could hear again, holding her beer with one hand and letting her other hand roam over her bare body.

"Oh, Jake," Trish moaned. "Oh Jake, oh Jake, oh, oh, oh, oh . . ."

I looked down at her bare back. Her shoulders were tense, and the muscles in her neck were taut. She was straining to match her body's movements with mine, to meet every thrust with a push of her own, and she was breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. Her pussy squished every time I drove forward, and I could feel my cock sliding through it. I was breathing heavy too. And my heart was pounding almost as fast as my dick.

"Give it to her good, Jake," Hannah said, still shaking her body slowly as she watched us. "Give her your hot load!" She laughed.

Trish pushed her head down and her ass up, driving me deeper. "Yeah, give it—give it to me," she murmured. "Give it to me—give it—to me—yes—yes—oh—YES!"

Her body was shaking. She was close to losing it—close to a big one—and I was getting ready too. I clutched at her hips, pulling her back, my cock throbbing inside her tight little pussy. "Take it," I grunted. "Take it—take me—take it—uh, uh, uh . . ." We were grunting in rhythm, and the room was spinning around us. Hannah was laughing, rocking back and forth on her heels as she slurped some beer and spilled it over her tits and onto my carpet. She rubbed her nipple and winked at me.

"Yes!" Trish screamed again, and that set me off. I thrust forward one last time and then I felt my cock explode in esctasy, spurting my cum into her spasming hole as she cried out in pleasure. "Oh—oh—oh!" She let her face sink to the back of the couch as her entire body shook, and I held onto her ass as I kept pumping into her, one hard squirt of cum after another. My knees felt weak.

Hannah clapped her hands. "Way to go, Jake! Trish! Go, go, go!"

I staggered back, cum dripping on my carpet, stars in my eyes. I looked at Hannah, still nude, and smiled. Trish collapsed on the couch and then rolled over and looked up at me.

"All we wanted was a beer," she said with a smile.

"Any time," I huffed, still catching my breath, my cock still twitching.

Hannah slapped her sister on the shoulder. "Come on, Trish. Mom'll be home soon."

"Oh, shit." She sat up and looked for her bikini.

Hannah finished her beer and made a loud burp as she staggered around the couch and bent over for her bikini bottom. I grinned as I watched her ass wiggle while she pulled it up. She turned and stuck out her tongue at me.

I reached out to grab her tits for one more squeezer. Hannah closed her eyes and sighed. "Ohhh . . . No, no, we've got to go. Damn."

I felt Trish slap my butt. I turned. She was slipping her bikini top over her shoulder. "You slapped me," she said.

"And I'd do it again."

She blew a kiss at me. "Maybe you will."

"Okay, sister, let's move. Thanks for the beer, Jake!"

I watched them leave out my back door, still breathing hard. Still aroused by the sight of their young bodies in their bikinis. Then the door slammed, and I caught a glimpse of them through my window, hopping back over the fence.

I stood in the middle of my living room, naked, my cock dripping, beer and cum on my carpet and couch. I shook my head.

"How the fuck did that just happen?" I asked.