9 comments/ 113898 views/ 16 favorites Rapunzel Falls By: gossog My name's Darren. I sort of had a hunch this would be a great day. I had just arrived at the Rapunzel Falls trailhead with Cheryl, my wife's sister, and Kendra, her friend. This was on North Island, and we had flown here as part of a large vacation group of family and friends. Most of the people wanted to do a deep-sea fishing trip that would basically take all day. But eight hours on a boat with the kids and the inlaws and the crowd... I love them dearly, but sometimes that's the sort of thing I need a vacation *from*. So I said I was going to hike the Falls trail instead. There's great scenery and a waterfall at the end. As it turned out, Cheryl wanted to go too, and she convinced Kendra. So it was a threesome. We'd all meet back up for dinner, looking for any restaurant with a table for 14. Now I love my wife, but I still notice other good-looking women; and one of them happens to be her sister. (There's also a brother on her side, who was with his wife and kids on the boat.) I didn't think about it much, because she's basically my sister now, but Cheryl's got a really hot body... nice boobs, nice butt, pretty face. Her boyfriend couldn't make it to North Island that time so they talked on the phone every night. Her friend Kendra is cute, too: athletic, but still curvy, easy-going. There were plenty of worse things to do than go on a hike with two attractive women in their late 20s. The hike would take about six hours, and involve crossing some streams that could be chest-high, depending on your height and recent rainfall. I was the pack mule, carrying dry clothes, bottled water, food, cell phones and so on for all three of us. Kendra and Cheryl wore khaki shorts and knit shirts. I just went with my swim trunks and a T-shirt, packing only another T for myself. We set out from the trailhead at about 10 am. The way quickly became steep and wound over a hill before offering the first of many great views: a small valley, and in the distance, the ocean. We admired this for a while and moved on. After an hour, we descended into a ravine and reached the first stream. It was swollen with rainwater, but slow moving; still a hazard if we were not careful. There were a few other hikers in the area. I was ready to cross, but the girls needed to change clothes. Kendra stripped down to the swimsuit she had been wearing underneath. It was a floral-print one-piece which hugged her body nicely but didn't show very much. I would have preferred something more revealing, but I had to admit her choice was more practical. Cheryl hadn't planned ahead; her swimsuit was still in the pack. She'd have to find a private spot to change. I unzipped the pack and she fished it out: a tiny black thing that seemed all strings. That caught me by surprise. At all other times she had worn a black one-piece as conservative as the one Kendra had. Maybe this hike, away from the kids and parents, was her chance to try something different. I was looking forward to seeing it. Cheryl found an area with some privacy, behind some large rocks. We stood guard with backs turned, facing the occasional hikers crossing the stream. There were probably places up the hill where someone might get an unobstructed view, but that's a chance she would have to take. "Having fun so far?" I asked Kendra as we waited. The shallow scoop neck on her swimsuit offered just the slightest hint of cleavage, about an inch. She wasn't nearly as buxom as Cheryl. Kendra touched a finger to her lips and peeked back at Cheryl. "Don't look now," she said, loud enough for us both to hear. "She's got her shirt off, and is undoing her bra." "Don't even think of looking!" said Cheryl. I could tell she wasn't pissed off. Just the sort of teasing best friends sometimes do. If I actually did look back, that would be another story. Kendra looked back and said, "Bra's off." "Ken-dra!" Cheryl said, and Kendra didn't push any further. A few seconds later she said, "Hey, Kendra? Can you look in the backpack, see if my top's in there?" Kendra and I looked at each other. She only brought half her bikini? I opened the pack, took everything out, made sure I wasn't overlooking anything. "Not in here, sorry!" "Shoot, I must have forgot it," Cheryl said. "I don't think anyone will mind," I joked. "Not funny! What am I going to wear? I want to keep my other clothes dry!" "You can use my other T-shirt," I said. I could stay with the one I wore, let it drip dry on my back. "It's too big for you, but it'll do the trick." "Thanks!" she said. "Have Kendra toss it to me, okay?" In another minute Cheryl stepped out from behind the rocks. Her borrowed T-shirt was plain white and hung loose, but still suggested the curves of her well-formed, C-cup breasts. The hem reached just below the top of her black bikini bottom, which was actually a thong. I don't think she would have worn this around many guys she knew, but I was married, part of the family, so mainly harmless. She still had second thoughts about the thong. I noticed her turning or walking in such a way that I wouldn't get a good look at her butt. I was still a guy, after all. Certainly she wouldn't keep that up forever, though. "I'll cross first with the pack," I said. "See how the current is." I kept in mind that the girls were shorter than me, by about six or seven inches. I held the pack above my head and stepped in. The water was clear and cold. As I crossed, the water level reached my neck at one point, too deep for the others. I backtracked and found a way across where it was chest level or lower. When I reached the other side, I found a sturdy tree branch, hung the pack there, and waded back across. "It's about this high," I said, indicating a point just below my pecs. Kendra stood next to me. "That's neck high for me," she said. "How's the current? Will I get swept off my feet?" "That's for the special guy in your life," I said, and she laughed. "I'll walk each of you across. Who's first?" "She can go," said Cheryl. Kendra stepped in, and I walked beside her, downstream. "It's cold!" she said. "You get used to it," I said. "And as soon as you're out, it's 85 degrees again and you warm up." "I'm just barely tiptoeing," she said. "You'd better catch me." "I'm not about to lose my wife's sister's best friend. If you washed out to sea, I'd be the family pariah." "But you wouldn't miss me personally." She pretended to pout. "Nah, you're high maintenance," I said. "And you hit on married men." I was enjoying her company. A good sense of humor does a lot for making a woman more attractive, and Kendra already had a good start. She scowled. "I do not hi- Aaaah!" she yelped as she stumbled. She fell right toward me and I had an arm around her midsection before her head could go under. "Are you OK?" Cheryl called out. "I'm fine," Kendra said. "Just hit a deep spot." "Just hang on to me and I'll bring you in," I said. She wrapped both arms around me, hanging off my side. It felt pretty good to have her body pressing against me; granted, it was through two layers of clothing. I could have lingered there for a while longer. But after above five steps it was shallow enough for her to walk and I set her down. "Thank you for that daring rescue," she joked. I thrust out my chest like Superman, then went back for Cheryl. She was more apprehensive than Kendra. By the time we were knee-deep she had a two-handed grip on my left arm. "Relax," I said. "I'm not gonna let you go." "You'd better not!" "Cher, it's easy!" Kendra said. She was perched on a boulder extending out of the opposite bank. A few steps and we were waist-high, a little higher on Cheryl, and her T-shirt was soaked a few inches. We could feel the current trying to gently push us to the right. "I don't like this," Cheryl said. "I can't swim!" "I thought you took swimming lessons," I said. This was a few months ago, in preparation for the trip. "That was in a pool!" she said. "This water's moving!" "Just hang on to me. If you start to float away, I'll grab you." Now the water was midway up her torso, and I noticed a curious thing: instead of clinging to her body as it got wet (which I had been looking forward to), her T-shirt billowed out like a parachute. Apparently the cotton, even when soaked, was lighter than water and wanted to float. My own shirt was doing some of that as well, but the effect wasn't as pronounced. Then I did the first naughty thing of the afternoon. I think Kendra noticed, watching from atop her boulder, but didn't say anything. I took Cheryl along the path I first took across, where the water had been deeper. Soon she was up to her neck, getting more nervous, and gripping my arm tighter. The white cotton billowed out all around her like a lily pad. I thought about how little she was effectively wearing -- really almost nothing -- under the surface. "I'm on my tippy toes," she said. "Does it get any deeper?" "We're more than halfway across." "Wait. Hold on. Don't let me go," she said. "This T-shirt is driving me crazy." She released my arm and tried to push the shirt down and make it sink. "It keeps floating back up." She took a step forward, and stumbled. I was right behind her, and caught her before her face got wet. However, I had her torso from behind, and my right hand slipped up high enough to touch her breast. Well, not just a touch. For just a moment I had it cupped in my hand. Soft, smooth, and round; bigger than my wife's. A little slippery, of course, under the water. Her nipple was between my index and middle fingers. Cheryl shrieked, I yanked my hand away like from a hot stove, and I got a grip on her shoulder to bring her upright. "Sorry, sorry sorry," I said, trying to keep her from completely freaking out. "Didn't mean that at all." "Why did you do that?" "My hand slipped. You OK?" "No, of course not," she pouted. "Just get me across." What happened when she got on dry land made her no happier. No longer immersed in water, her nearly transparent T-shirt clung to every curve. She picked at it in places, trying to peel it away and get it to hang loose, but it stubbornly shrunk back. "This shirt of yours," Cheryl complained. "I hate it." "What happened out there?" Kendra said. Cheryl didn't respond, so I did. "Trying to keep her head above water, I, uh, accidentally touched her in a sensitive place." Kendra started to laugh, then stopped when Cheryl said, "It's not funny!" "Up above or down below?" she asked me. "Above." "I don't think it was an accident." Cheryl said. I had to defend myself. "Cheryl, we had a good system going across, until you let go and went forward. If you had stayed at my side, this wouldn't have happened." "No, you meant to do that." "Well, there's no creek for a while," Kendra said, and handed the pack to me. "And come on, Cheryl, you know Darren. He's not the kind of guy to go for a cheap feel." "Thanks," I said. "I'm the guy who would want to punch somebody who tried to do that to either of you." Cheryl sensed the tide turning and sighed. "Fine. I'll be all right. It just really caught me by surprise." "All friends again?" Kendra said. "In a while. Let's walk." We continued up the trail, me in the lead, Cheryl in the middle, and Kendra in back. I started pacing it so I would occasionally build a lead, and then turn and wait, sneaking a casual look at Cheryl as she caught up. She had stopped fretting over the T-shirt, which still clung like a second skin, and didn't bother trying to cover up. We passed a pair of male hikers going the other way, both about 20 or so, who gave Cheryl two double-takes: one for the wet T, and another for the rear view. After they were gone, Kendra said, "Those guys were totally scoping you out!" "It's going to be like that all day, isn't it?" "I'm surprised you brought out the thong today," Kendra said. "Not to mention missing the top. There is a top, isn't there?" She had a good way of needling her friend. "Of course there is!" "But why today? For a hike in the woods!" "You know my parents won't even let me wear a bikini? I bought the black swimsuit for this trip. Hoping I could get away for an afternoon. Today might be the only chance to wear it." "Getting a little frisky while Colin's 3000 miles away?" "No!" Cheryl scoffed. "Just if you're out here, on vacation, nobody knows you, why not have a little fun? I'm not going to hook up with a guy. Besides, you're here without Rick." "I didn't want you to be the only single woman out here," Kendra said. "We've got our own room, our own car... it's party central." "I'm just the chaperone," I joked. "Chaperones are not supposed to stare at the boobs of who they're chaperoning," Cheryl said. "Aw, busted," I said. But if Cheryl was joking about it, that meant I was out of trouble. The next stream crossing was successfully done with no grabbing of any sexual or mammary organs. Cheryl held on to me and evidently was feeling more at ease. Today was really the first time I had done any sort of flirting with her. That's sort of like her wearing a thong: not something you do with three generations of family around, either. I was having fun with it. We stopped for lunch on a rock outcropping overlooking the ocean. We had packed light: sandwiches, fruit juice, bananas. Cheryl didn't feel like sitting down on bare rock with only the thong, so I lent her the shirt I was wearing as a mat. Unfortunately, the one she wore was drying out and starting to hang loose. For a while, that show was over. An hour later we reached Rapunzel Falls. Like a single braid of hair, the narrow stream plunged over 40 feet into a natural pool, set in big alcove carved out of the solid rock over millions of years. It was surrounded by several boulders we had to climb over to reach the water. "The guidebook says it's deep, but you can swim out to it," Kendra said. "You first," Cheryl said. I took Kendra out, side by side, and we took turns under the falls. It was like a forceful shower, and not as hard as I expected. I guess falling through the air slowed down the water somewhat. "I love this!" Kendra said. Her long hair was drenched and plastered together. She knows how to tread water and float a little, so I backed away and let her experience it herself before I helped her back in. "It is so cool, Cheryl, you'll love it," she said. Since the pool was deeper than my feet could reach, we tried having Cheryl piggyback as I paddled out. Nice sensation, having a cute woman with great body hugging you from behind. Hey boyfriend Colin's a lucky man, I thought. "Maybe I should face you," Cheryl said as we approached the downpour. Seemed like a good idea, so she let go and I turned her around. Her T-shirt was billowing up again as I held her arms. "How should I hold on to you?" I asked. "Arm's length?" She was slowly sinking under. I pulled her up and a little closer to me. "No, I think you'll have to grab my legs," she said. "You hold my legs and I'll hold on to your shoulders." I had no objection to this at all. She wrapped her legs around me at waist level and I supported her thighs, a few inches below the butt. This seemed to work, though she was still tilting back. "I'm going to move you underneath the falls," I said, and let go of her legs long enough to paddle us into position. She was quickly drenched in the spray of water. "This is awesome!" she said. "Let's just stay here for a couple of hours, OK?" "Pretty cool, huh?" I said. She was still leaning backward a bit and pulled herself closer to me; now we were more upright, but my hands were solidly on her butt cheeks. "Sorry about the hands," I said, trying to shift them back. "Don't worry about it," she said. "You've done worse already." Her face was just inches from mine, and some spray was drenching me too. She had never been this close to me before. "As long as I don't drown, and you don't get to second base or something, it's OK." "Wouldn't think of it!" Wow. How great was this: flirting with this hot-looking woman, grabbing her bare butt cheeks, her legs were wrapped around me. Her T-shirt was a bloom at the surface, and the coolest thing was that as we bobbed in the water, her nipples sometimes brushed against my chest. And that didn't seem to bother her at all. "You okay?" Kendra called; we barely overheard her over the noise of the spray. "Great!" Cheryl said, waving back. "I guess we should go back in," Cheryl said, with some regret. "I just don't want to leave! It's like the world's best head massage!" Another naughty idea occurred to me. "I bet the water would feel really good on your back." A lightbulb went off over her head. "Yeah! Let's try having you move back and I'll lean forward!" We did that, but the results weren't too good. "The T-shirt's in the way," she complained. She was in the water basically up to her neck, and the shirt was dampening the effect of the falling water. She bit her lip, thinking. She looked around, obviously to see who else was in the area, and I did too; but only Kendra was there, looking between some rocks. She noticed us and waved. "I'm going to do something," Cheryl said. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." "My lips are sealed," I said. "Hang on to me," she said, and let go of my shoulders. She reached down and pulled the T-shirt over her head. Now the water was up to her neck, and all the spray prevented a clear view below the surface; but just knowing that the black thong was now the only thing she had on made me sport some serious wood. Thankfully I was holding her butt just high enough that she wasn't able to tell. She wrapped the soaked T-shirt around my neck. "Don't lose it!" I looked her straight in the eye, the "See, I'm not looking at your tits" gaze that all women probably recognize. "OK, now lift me up just a little bit," she said. "Slowly." We were still upright, and I lifted her inch by inch. "OK... OK... stop stop stop!" Satisfied, she closed her eyes, enjoying the spray around her head and shoulders, and I took the opportunity to see what I could. At the surface, her body reminded me a little bit of the volcanic coastline of the island itself. Her breasts were rounded bluffs, sloping down into the water. Between them, a narrow cove. Her pink nipples were right at the waterline, bobbing in and out. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I looked up again, and her eyes were open. Even if I had been caught peeking, it was still worth it. By this point, my image of Cheryl had changed. No longer just a cute, she was now for me an object of sexual fantasy. Sorry, Cheryl, that's just the way it was now. My dick, which was still quite hard, had made that choice for me. (Fortunately, she was up high enough that my boner wasn't poking her in the butt.) I thought again about Colin and envied how he could enjoy her hot body whenever he wanted. But in a way, I was enjoying her now. Not fully, but you know what I mean. She wanted the spray to strike lower on her back. "Can you try leaning back?" she said. Hey, I'd try whatever she wanted. I leaned back and she went forward, hugging me tight. So now her shoulders were completely out of the water, much of her back was, and her magnificent breasts were just squished against me. Her head was over my shoulder and she spoke in my left ear. "Awesome! I could just melt!" Her butt was close enough to the surface (and my hands still gripping it) that I could feel the force of the water close by. After a few minutes, she said. "We should go, Kendra's been waiting forever." We went back upright and she was again face to face with me. "You're a great chaperone," she said. "Thanks." She kissed me quickly on the lips, and for a moment it seemed like she would come back for another. Anything seemed possible. Her nipples brushed against me. I had a vision of pulling down her thong, she bending her legs to help until it was free and kicking it away; and then pushing down my trunks over my surging hardon and taking her right then and there. I knew that was the wrong thing to do. But it just seemed so close to possibly being right. Rapunzel Falls "Let's take you back," I said, and was about to paddle in before she remembered the shirt. "Good idea," I laughed. She put it back on. As Cheryl climbed out onto the boulders, I hung back. "I thought you lovebirds would never finish up," Kendra said. "Don't even say a word!" Cheryl protested. "I'm going to swim around a bit," I said. "Just a few minutes." Kendra smirked at this, like she knew exactly why; in a split second she had deduced the exact reason. I marveled at the scenery and in general thought about non-Cheryl stuff until the cold water did its work and my dick had shrunk to normal. On the way back was a sort of ranger station with rest room, Cheryl went in while Kendra and I waited outside. I called my wife's cell, but there was no service on her end. Apparently they were still far at sea. Kendra looked like a teenage girl who just caught her big sister making out with a guy. "Hubba hubba. What was that all about?" I had to play innocent. "She wanted to get the back massage, and I had to keep her afloat. It probably looked like more than it really was." "I hope so! She was practically humping your leg!" She counted on her fingers. "I guess six days is the longest she can go without some lovin'." "You know, I can hear everything you're saying!" Cheryl yelled from within the rest room. "I guess there's no harm in a little flirtation," I said in a lower voice, almost a whisper. "I mean, I didn't do anything." "I think she wants you to." Kendra was also whispering. "Let's see, that's not only cheating on my wife, but with her sister," I said. "Express ticket to big big trouble." She shook her head. "I can't see you resisting forever." "Oh, come on," I protested, and Cheryl stepped out. "What are you saying about me?" she said. Kendra said, "I need to take you dancing, or something. Meet some cute guys. Work some of that pent-up whatever in your system. Before you rip Darren's clothes off." Cheryl started toward Kendra, mimicking a cat ready to pounce. "Who says I need a man?" Kendra let out a mock scream and made the sign of the cross, fending her back. "That's hot," I said, chuckling. Cheryl was showing a good sense of humor too. On way back, crossing streams, Cheryl had no problem being close to me; but we basically kept our clothes on and our hands to ourselves. After the last stream (the first we crossed on the way out), Kendra asked if Cheryl wanted to change into her dry clothes. "No, this is fine," she said. "I don't trust you guys anyway." Kendra and I exchanged puzzled looks. We weren't the predators here, she was. Once on the road, I called my wife again. (If they were already back, it wouldn't do for Cheryl to walk in with a wet tee and thong.) Instead, I found out they wouldn't be back until the next day. There was trouble with the boat, and the rest of the family was spending the night on Kitogi Island, about 20 miles north. Apparently they couldn't fix it until the next day. "It's a beautiful hotel they have us in," my wife said. "Great big pool. The kids love it." "That's great," I said. "Glad to see the trip isn't ruined." "No, we're all doing well," she said. "Wish you were here." "Me too," I said, which was actually mostly true. Seeing my sister's whatzits was a lot of fun, but being with my wife is much nicer than spending the night alone. After we hung up, I told the girls what happened. "I guess you're hanging with us tonight," Kendra said. "If you want." "Sure!" I said. "You guys are a lot of fun." "So what do we do when we get back?" Cheryl raised her hand. "I actually vote for sleep. About a half-hour. I'm pooped." Kendra yawned. "Now that you mention it, I could go for that too." I checked my phone's clock. "It's a little before four now. How about we call each other at five?" They agreed, and we had a plan. Until we got back to the resort and I found I had no key to the room. "I think the family took all the keys." "Do you know the manager's number?" Kendra said. He lived offsite. "It's inside our room," I said. "Besides, I remember him saying he was off-island until Monday." "Guess you're hanging with us," Cheryl said. Overnight with these two cute women? Gosh, anything but that! For health reasons, we needed to wash our swimsuits and clothes, since we had been in outdoor streams all day. That was a problem for me since those were the only clothes I had. But Cheryl figured out a way to do this. "Darren, you shower and leave your stuff in the bathroom, walk out in a towel and then climb under the sheets in our bed. Then I'll shower and Kendra will shower, and we'll put everything in the wash. Kendra can sleep on the sofabed, and after I put everything in the dryer, I'll sleep next to her." "I'm confused already," Kendra said. "And then," Cheryl said, "when everything's done, I bring Darren's clothes in, leave the room, he changes, then he goes outside while we change." I said, "That sounds complicated enough to work." I was surprised she would suggest me sleeping naked in their bed (even though they wouldn't be there), but it worked since the shower was next to the bedroom and not the living room/kitchen. I did my part, and in five minutes I was clean and laying on my back, under the sheets. I chose the exact middle of the bed, between where either of them would sleep later that night. I guess to leave things fresher. Kendra showered and walked out in clean clothes; then Cheryl did the same. Both wore the shorts and sport shirt they had packed dry. It looked like the scenic part of the afternoon was over. Cheryl took the towel I had thrown over a chair and closed the blinds, darkening the room as much as she could. "Good night, Darren," she said, blowing me a kiss. "I guess I'm trapped until you bring my clothes back," I said. "I'm at your mercy." "Don't worry," she said, and left the room. I could hear them chat for a bit afterward and then all was quiet and I fell asleep. When I awoke, the room was darker; it looked like the sun was starting to set. Probably after five already. I looked side to side. The other girls were no longer in the living room. They were in the same bed I was. Kendra was on her side, facing me, wearing a T-shirt. The sheets, up to her armpits, hid everything else. "That sofabed is horrible," she whispered. "Couldn't get to sleep." "You know I'm not wearing anything," I said. "Neither is she, I think," she whispered. I looked over at Cheryl, who was also on her back, her head turned away from us, asleep. The sheet also covered her chest. Whatever she was wearing, her shoulders were bare. I looked back at Kendra. "Oh, no way!" "Wait till she wakes up," she said. "Then we'll get up and you can get up afterward." Basically the reverse of how we had climbed in. We stayed there for a while in silence. It was a king-size bed, a great expanse for two people; but for three, we were just a few inches apart. My hands were folded over my chest -- probably the safest place for them. "Where should we go eat?" I whispered. "Fresh fish place," Kendra said. "Down by the memorial. I've been wanting to try that since I saw it." "Sounds good to me," I said, and then Cheryl's cell phone rang. "Oh, I forgot, it's that time of day," Kendra said. "Don't make a sound." She picked up the phone. "Hi, Colin! Yeah... Just chilling. Had a big hike today. No, she's fine. I'll go get her." Cheryl woke up and turned to face us. She pointed to me and mouthed a question. Kendra shook her head and waved. I guess this meant she hadn't mentioned I was in bed with them. Good move. Kendra placed her thumb over the phone's mic. "I don't know how we're going to to this," she said. "If we disconnect the charger, you'll lose the call." This confused me until I found out later: Cheryl's cell had a battery problem and wasn't working unless it was plugged in. The outlet was on Kendra's side, and when plugged in the phone would only reach halfway across the bed. Where I was. "I'll just reach across," Cheryl whispered. "Excuse me," she said. And then things got really unusual. She half-sat up, propped her left forearm behind my head, and reached across me with the other hand for the phone. She lay one bare thigh directly across my crotch, and my dick sprung to life, pressing up against it. Nowhere I could go. And the tickle-scratch of pubic hair against my side confirmed that Cheryl wasn't wearing a damn thing. And the worst of it (OK, the best of it): those lovely breasts, that had floated in front of me at the waterfall, that had squeezed against me as she embraced me in the water; those luscious tits were hanging inches from my face. "Oh, hi, Colin," she said brightly, as if just laying back on the couch, enjoying a drink and the sea breeze by herself. "Oh, I loved it." I couldn't hear Colin's voice, but could still basically follow along. "Me, Kendra and Darren. No, Pam and the others went fishing." Another pause. "Yeah, I did OK. I swam some. Or swum, I think it's 'swum'. Anyway, Darren knows how to swim and he kept an eye on us." Darren's keeping a good eye on you right now, I thought. And as she shifted her position, her breasts dipped closer and closer to me. A nipple brushed my lips before she propped herself a little higher again. How was any man supposed to resist this? And for Colin's sake, how could Cheryl basically lie to a guy we thought she might eventually marry? My boner was pressing against her something fierce. She had to notice. Probably something we'd all laugh about later. Maybe. "Uh huh," Cheryl said, and adjusted her position again, briefly almost smothering me with her bosom. Her nipple was again touching my lips at times, just faintly, like a watercolor brush making the slightest hue. I was still laying face up, like Frankenstein's monster on the table. Without even moving my head, I looked over at Kendra, who was just staring openmouthed. She whispered something I didn't understand. When I opened my mouth to reply, Cheryl's nipple, which had become erect by now, dipped between my lips, muting whatever I had planned to say. I closed my lips and gingerly tasted her. Now this was a turning point. Hell, this was Caesar crossing the Rubicon. Anything that had happened up to now, had it come to light, could have been explained. My hand slipped; we were clowning around; with friends and family she felt comfortable enough to take off her top, and really nobody looked at it in that way. These excuses might not have worked, but at least they were worth trying. But where I was now, under the sheets with my sister, both of us naked, her left tit in my mouth... there was no explaining that away. No claiming that "this isn't what it looks like." This was exactly what it looked like. If I was to avoid this, I'd have to stop now. And get her to stop, too. I didn't look back. You wouldn't have either. I heard the change in Cheryl's voice immediately as I started licking her breast. I freed my right hand from under her torso and cupped her butt cheek; this bit of forwardness she responded by inching her pussy closer to me, pressing against me. At some point she must have said her goodbyes to Colin and hung up; I didn't exactly see when. I also didn't notice when Kendra must have gotten away while the getting was good. Cheryl got on all fours and crouched above me, freeing my dick which gratefully sprang straight up. Then she straddled me, lowering herself onto me, enveloping me in her heat. I don't know if I'll ever again see such an astounding sight, such a treat for the eyes. The room was dim, but my vision had adjusted. Her long hair dangled and whipped as she tossed her head. Her breasts hung within easy reach of my hands (which spent a lot of time there) or, if I did half a situp, my tongue. We had kicked the sheets off and the rest of her glorious nude body, waist and hips, played in dim light and shadow. And her eyes were open, the whole time. Some women like to keep them closed, out of greater passion, what they've seen in movies, or just to imagine themselves with someone else. But Cheryl was right here and now, and enjoying the hell out of it. So was I. I came first, unfortunately, and while the flesh was weak for the moment, the spirit was still willing. I caressed her breasts languidly, tracing lazy circles around her engorged nipples. "Will this work?" I asked. (First time with a woman, you don't know anything, so it usually doesn't hurt to ask questions.) "It can," she smiled. And it did. I slowly wound her up and up until she leaned forward and I licked her until she came, shuddering, and finally collapsed on top of me. We were both drained, even though I was hard again. She propped up and kissed me like I had just returned from Iraq. Lips, tongue, nibbling, everything, tasting my mouth and my chin. I was returning everything she gave when Kendra called in from the other room: "Kids! We should get going soon!" "She's right," I said, breaking off a kiss. "Not fair to have her become the third wheel tonight." Cheryl climbed off me and sat up. "Sorry, Kendra!" she said. "We'll get ready!" She took my hand. "Let's get cleaned up." We ended up together in the shower. In the steaming water, watching the soap suds slide down Cheryl's slippery body, running my hands through her hair, or over her breasts, or between her legs; and her hands around my hard dick, soaped up, making it cleaner than it had ever been; dimly, I thought, this is getting us no closer to the not-having-sex, ready-for-dinner state that Kendra was waiting for. "We should get ready," I said, though still massaging her wet nipples with my thumbs. "You're right, this can't last," she said. She took me in her arms. "Just a little fun. Tomorrow, this Cinderella carriage we're in turns back into a pumpkin." What a great turn of phrase that was. A quick kiss on the cheek, and she stepped away. "You rinse off," I said, "and I promise I won't touch you. Then me, and we get dressed." I didn't touch her, but I did watch, and she gave me a great show, turning around slowly, making sure every inch was rinsed and clean. Just like the shower scenes in those softcore movies, I thought. Only instead of with a guy watching, the playmate was usually by herself, or with another perfectly shaped model. She turned the shower head my way. "Your turn." She reached for a towel and stepped out. I was already rinsed, so I did one full turnaround and shut it off. Cheryl brought back the same swim trunks and shirt I had earlier, but now they were clean. Shortly, we were both sitting in the living room with Kendra, in separate chairs, looking as cleanly scrubbed as if heading for church. She leaned back, grinning at Cheryl and me like a teacher about to hand out detention. "Did you get done what you needed to? Got it worked out of your system?" I couldn't think of what to say, but Cheryl volunteered. "Just a freaky thing. I mean, I should have controlled myself better. But it's done." I said, "It would help if no one ever heard of this." "Yeah, yeah," said Cheryl. "You have to promise. Please. Just keep this between us." "Don't worry, I'm your friend," Kendra said. "I'm not going to snitch on you. I think it would cause more hurt to reveal it. It was basically a one-time thing, right?" "We should go eat," I said, standing up. "Actually, what I should have done, instead of You-know-what with You-know-who, is go to the store and get some real clothes." "Still time," Kendra said. "Don't men do their shopping in 3.2 seconds anyway?" "That's not all they do too fast," Cheryl said. I held up a finger. "Wait a sec. Without going into too much detail-" "Just kidding," Cheryl said. "You're back to being brother. I can tease you now." The store was in the resort's ground floor shopping area. Not the best prices, but convenient. I brought a batik print shirt, boxers and khaki shorts back to the suite. We walked over to the fish restaurant -- every place was casual in this tourist town -- and had a pretty good meal. I sat across from Cheryl, with Kendra between us. ("To keep you two apart," she joked.) But the sexual tension was at a very low ebb, and if anything, I flirted more with Kendra. Back to the innocent sort of teasing we were doing that morning. Afterward, we decided to hit the club. It had a name, but didn't need one, because it was really the only one in town. "Let's go back first and really dress up," Cheryl said, and Kendra agreed. I thought my clothes were OK, and for North Island they really were. But when the girls came out of the bedroom with their new outfits, I suddenly felt like a slob. Kendra was ready first, with a scoop-backed green cocktail dress and matching shoes, and just looked ravishing. Any guy's dream girl. She turned around slowly, giving me a little fashion show, and I figured she wasn't wearing a bra. Probably wouldn't have worked with that dress; the straps would have showed in back. There were subtle raised points in front where the fabric draped over her nipples. Yes, I still had sex on my mind. Almost always do. Cheryl, on the other hand, was going in a slightly different direction. She had packed a whole shitload of stuff -- three suitcases -- and I guess had been prepared for anything. She was dressed for a night on the prowl, with a black miniskirt and gray stretchy top, like a sweater but thinner. It clung to her as well as the wet T-shirt had earlier. "My god, Cheryl," Kendra said. "Are you wearing... anything... under that?" Cheryl giggled. "Nooo... just what you see." She pointed to the top and the skirt. "One, two." "This city isn't safe tonight," I said to Kendra. "Bar the windows and doors." She shook her head. Sometimes she would pretend to be exasperated when she was hugely entertained. That was true now. "Let's go." The club was pretty good-size and more lively than I expected; then again, it was the one choice in town. Since it was catering to a wide range of itinerant guests, it played a mix of rock, pop, and novelty stuff, sort of like a wedding reception. It looked like it had expanded from a smaller shop, since in addition to the dance floor there were several rooms for drinking and hanging out. We danced together for a while, making a triangle, pretty casual. The girls had good moves and just looked awesome. I scanned around, and there were some other cute ones, but I was fine grooving with my friends. Kendra and Cheryl were getting attention from wandering guys, and gently rebuffing them, until Cheryl saw something she liked and followed a guy to another spot on the floor. I leaned toward Kendra. "You looking for the right guy? I hope I'm not cramping your style." "I'm fine," she said. "Your sister's still got an edge, though." Cheryl now had about four guys dancing around her, sometimes blocking our view. "Probably good for her," I said. "Get some attention. If she doesn't get into trouble, it's better than what happened this afternoon." "I don't think you're out of the woods yet," she said, and a slow song came up. We moved closer, arms around shoulders; I didn't know any slow dances, and I didn't know if she did. "What do you mean by that?" I said. But she started going elliptical on me. "Are you going to tell your wife?" she said. I had been mulling this over for some time. "No. Having her know would hurt much more than not knowing." "Yeah... yeah, I think you're right." She still had this expression like she knew more about me than even I did. "My followup question," she said. "Are you going to make love to Cheryl again?" I laughed, and glanced over at Cheryl, who on the sidelines, center of attention of a group of guys. Each of them drinking in the sight of her in the miniskirt and clingy top; and probably vowing to stick around as long as it took for opportunity to knock. (I know; I've been there.) "That's presuming a lot. She can take her pick among the guys in this place." Rapunzel Falls "Oh, come on," Kendra said. "I've known her a lot longer than you have. She's leading them on. Her heart's not really in it, I can see that from here." "So she's flirting with some guys." "Look at her outfit. Darren, that's not for those guys. She doesn't care about them. That skirt and top, and she told you she has nothing on underneath: she's wearing that for you." Just like that, I knew she was right, and I was swept up again. I looked Cheryl's way, and happened to catch her eye. She excused herself from the other guys, who made moves to follow; but she turned and said something, and they stayed. "I'll go talk to her," I told Kendra. I scooted around some dancers and met her in the middle of the floor. Her nipples were poking the sweater top into gray bumps the size of gumdrops. "You have those guys wrapped around your little finger," I said. Cheryl shrugged. "Easy come, easy go. Wanna dance?" "Sure." The slow song was still going, so I took her close. She had already said she had no bra, and it was obvious from the front, but my hands still moved around her shoulder blades, confirming the lack of straps. "What do you want to do tonight?" I asked. "I thought things were OK at dinner, but now you're kinda sending out signals again." She leaned forward, whispering in my ear. "I want to go to the darkest, most private corner of this club." She took my right hand and placed it directly on her breast. "Then you do what you need to make me come." She kissed me, open-mouthed, very intimately, and then whispered again. "That's what I want. Those are my signals." Dammit, stop, I thought for a second. This wet dream of a girl, in these fuck-me clothes, with her hungry, eager attitude, was going to make me sklooge right there if I wasn't careful. One of the back rooms had kind of been taken over by couples making out, so Cheryl and I fit in pretty well there. It was fairly dark anyway. I had a good time just fondling her breasts through the clingy top, making her nipples stand out even more. I reached down between her legs, touching her moist slit, and she clamped them together for a moment before spreading them a little farther apart. She unbuttoned my shirt and had her hands inside, feeling me up, and I did the same with her. Soon I was irritated with how her tight top was restricting my hands, so I pulled it up to her shoulders, freeing her breasts. When I touched them again, she was a lot more worked up. She would look around sometimes, maybe worrying about being seen, but she made no move to stop what I was doing. "We're kind of getting back to what we wanted to stop doing," I said, which was kind of stupid, sometimes it's best not to say anything at all. But it wasn't a mistake I didn't pay for. "When we get home," she said, grabbing my crotch for emphasis, "I'm taking everything off. And I'm not getting dressed again, and I'm not getting out of bed with you, until the rest of the family is ten feet from the door." I wanted to see more of her bare skin, and pulled her top completely off. Pulling the long sleeves over her outstretched arms made the whole thing go inside-out, but I'd worry about that later. I glanced around; some of the other girls were getting felt up by their guys, but none of them had lost their tops. I didn't know if we'd get in trouble, but I've been kicked out of bars before. No big deal. With her boobs completely free, I could kneel down and nibble at them while my hands were busy under her skirt, over her bare butt cheeks, between her legs, and between her pussy lips. She was just as wet as she had been after talking to Colin while I was licking her nipple. I could feel her starting to tense up. A climax wasn't far away. "Oh, this is soooo good," she said, her nails clawing into my shoulders, Even through the shirt, they were sharp. I had another idea to make this even better. Rather than try to explain, I would just do it. I felt around the outside of her miniskirt, found the zipper in back, and unzipped it. "Oh, Darren, no..." she said, but I kept licking her breasts, keeping her hot, while dropping the skirt to the floor. "Not naked... here..." I looked around, and now two girls had their tops off. Maybe I was setting a trend. No one seemed to be objecting. Some guys were probably checking Cheryl out when they had more pressing matters to attend to. She was leaning against the wall. I coaxed her legs further apart, just enough for what I was doing next. After a kiss on each of her breasts, I placed my hands under her shoulder blades, then moved my hands and mouth down to below her waist. Grabbing her bottom for balance, I started licking her swollen pussy. A lot of women love that more than anything else, and Cheryl couldn't take too much of it before she came convulsively. I stood up and supported her before she could collapse to the ground. I kissed her, letting her have a taste of her own juices. "Now that was fun." She embraced me, kissing furiously. "Oh my god, Darren, stripping me naked... in front of all these people..." "Did I go too far?" "No, no... dammit... I've never come so hard in my life!" We continued making out for a while, and probably everyone in the room was staring at us, so I tried to block that out. Then she said "We'd better get dressed," and I found her skirt and top. After dressing, she excused herself to freshen up, and I decided I should wash my hands and face too. When I got out of the bathroom, Kendra spotted me. "Where were you guys? I lost track of you." "Just walking around. Checking the place out." She knew better, but didn't press the point. "You guys want to stick around? I wouldn't mind heading back." "I think we could go," I said. "Cheryl's freshening up." Cheryl was OK to go too, and we walked outside. It was about midnight, but still warm, and the quiet was nice. We could even hear the surf pounding, two blocks distant. Kendra said, "So, Cheryl, did you guys hit it off again?" "Oh, we just danced, and talked and stuff." "Did you know your top is inside out?" "Ah!" Cheryl said, and turned to me. "Why didn't you say anything?" I laughed. "You're not the world's best fibber, Cher." "Neither are you," Kendra said. "So... Go to another bar? Midnight drive? Romantic walk along the beach?" "I've probably gotten in enough trouble for the day," I said. "I vote for back to the suite." "So you sleep in the center of the bed..." Facetious, of course. That's what started the trouble. "I'll take the sofabed," I said. "I'll take the sofabed too!" said Cheryl. "Oh boy," said Kendra. Back in the room, Cheryl really did start stripping as soon as the door was closed. "Good night, you guys," Kendra said, and it looked like she was getting tired of this sort of scene. I was still drawn to Cheryl like a horny moth to a shapely flame. I set up the sofabed, we climbed in, and we fooled around for quite some time. The clock on the microwave said 2:55 when I said, "We really have to get some sleep now. If both you and I are dead tired tomorrow, it won't look that good at all." She realized I was right; we kissed and went to sleep. She was laying at my side, one arm and one leg across me, and her nude body felt better than anything else in the world. At about 8:00 we woke up totally refreshed. "Shhhhh," Cheryl said, and straddled me. A few kisses, and a few caresses of her breasts, and we were both very much in the mood. We proceeded to have sex as slowly and quietly as we could manage. Each time there was a moan she couldn't completely stifle, she followed with a guilty smile and a resolution to do better at our next thrust. When she came, she clamped me so hard it pushed me over the edge too. Afterward, we took turns in the half-bathroom in the entryway to get cleaned up. I threw on trunks and T-shirt, but Cheryl didn't put on anything. Instead, she tiptoed into the bedroom to wake up Kendra. "Cheryl, for god's sake, put on some clothes!" I heard Kendra yell. Breakfast was surreal. Kendra and I were dressed, seated at the small table, while Cheryl, still naked, cooked up eggs and bacon. She yelped once when some bacon grease spattered onto her skin, and Kendra teased her about this new invention she had seen called the apron. Cheryl brought out my plate, and I could not resist that bare bottom so close to me, so I pinched it. "No molesting the waitress," she said, waving a finger at me. Her butt was facing Kendra, who climbed yet another notch in my esteem when she goosed Cheryl as well. "Not you too!" Cheryl cried. She got away, returned with Kendra's plate, and we both felt her up again, both her ass and her bare breasts. Cheryl protested vociferously, but still lingered, enjoying the attention. I was happily surprised Kendra was getting into this, if only for the comedic value. Cheryl got her own food, took a few bites, and then had a wicked grin on her face. She walked around to our side, stood solicitously and asked how we were enjoying the food and service. Kendra motioned her over and Cheryl bent forward to listen, giving me a great rear view. "The food's great," Kendra said. "I could use a little, um, milk to wash it down." "I think I'm out," Cheryl said. "But you can try." I had to peek around Cheryl because I couldn't believe what I thought was happening: Kendra was fondling her friend's breasts. "Kendra, my god," she said, and spread her feet a little, and started swaying. She had probably been slightly aroused all morning, and now Kendra was getting her good and heated. I reached between her legs, found her moist pussy, and stuck my middle finger in. "You," Cheryl panted, "are the best customers ever. Do not stop!" I was thinking, this is great fun, but we should take it into the bedroom and do a real threesome. Then the stupid phone rang. I was closest, so I picked it up. The boat was getting fixed, and the rest of the family would be back by noon. It was up to us to pick a place for lunch. The mood was broken for our little waitress sex play; the girls had a serious case of the giggles and had been trying to keep quiet while I was on the phone. "We've got about three hours until lunch," I said. "What do you want to do?" Cheryl wanted to go to the resort pool wearing her thong bikini. "Bring your bikini, too, Kendra," she said. "I know you packed one." Kendra came out with a blue two-piece, really nice, and I had my trusty red trunks. We took along nothing but sunscreen and a room key, since towels were available at the pool. Only when we were ready to go out the door did Cheryl pick up her bikini and put it on. Down at poolside we snagged three lounge chairs and set up. Cheryl lay on her stomach, and immediately unhooked her top. A few minutes later, she asked me to remove her thong. "Here we go again," Kendra said. However, she couldn't have been completely disgusted, given what she had done up in the kitchen. Whatever Cheryl had planned after that, she didn't have a chance to do. About five minutes after I took off the thong, a staff person barred us from the pool area. Turns out that being naked, even on your stomach, was against the rules. Great, I thought. What if the kids want to come down to the pool this afternoon and the staff guy recognizes us from before? How do we explain that? I should have thought of that earlier. Cheryl wrapped herself in a towel and we trudged back upstairs. Once inside the room, she dropped the towel and tried to think about what we could do next. She decided we could lay out on our balcony. There was almost enough room for three if we were really cozy. We'd have to bring out couch cushions and towels. And if any of us were naked and people in the building across from us could see us... tough. It was private property. We were renting the suite. Cheryl didn't end up laying out. She leaned on the railing, checking out the side view to the ocean, or seeing what was going on in other rooms. If anyone was getting a good look at her, she didn't mind. That was probably her intent. Even better, she cajoled Kendra into stripping off her bikini too. What a bonus that was. I stared at her runner's legs, her toned ass, and flat stomach; her tits that I wanted in my mouth; and the landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy. She laid there on her back, not minding at all that I was looking, regarding me with a droll eye. "Well, you must be in heaven now," she said. "I'm like those guys in the Warner Brothers cartoons: eyes bugging out, heart thumping through the chest, steam coming out of my ears." She laughed. "So basically I look like Bugs Bunny in drag." I looked her over deliberately. "No way. I wouldn't change a thing." "We probably only have an hour left," she said. "I'm kind of making up for lost time." "You're serious?" She placed my hand on her breast. "Only for another hour." She wasn't up for fooling around in the open air, so we went back to the bedroom, and I probably acted out what was a long-standing unconscious fantasy by making love to Kendra. It was a contrast to Cheryl: Kendra took us through all sorts of different positions, things that had never occurred to me. And we talked, just about all the way through, until I came and then finished her off. All her typical wry observations, even about what we were doing. But instead of breaking the mood, she enhanced it. Her sense of humor is part of what makes Kendra really beautiful, and her personality was this aura that made her even more sexy and sensual. How many other times have you busted up laughing just seconds before coming? Not that often. We were just snuggling and talking when Cheryl came in, still in her birthday suit, and said we really needed to get dressed now. I suggested we stand up and do a group hug first. "I'll miss you," Cheryl said, kissing me. Kendra kissed me too. "We'll keep this secret, OK?" Then they kissed each other, making it ridiculously erotic, putting on a little show for me. "Jeez, that's hot," I said. "When everyone's asleep tonight," Kendra said, "we're going to continue." "Maybe you can sneak out and join us," Cheryl teased. "Nope, this is the end," I said. "But friends forever." It's been five years now, and I haven't cheated, and probably never will. I can't speak for the girls, but they're both married now, Cheryl with Colin, and they have a little boy. The temptation will always be there, though. Occasionally Cheryl and I might be in the same place, with no one we know within sight, and a look will pass between us; but it's just a memory of that special 24 hours we had. We're all smarter now.