3 comments/ 45851 views/ 2 favorites Blueberry Summer By: SimonnGooblatz Chpt 1 Peter knew they were almost to Grammy's place. The last 20 miles of the ride was down a narrow county road lined with orchards and vineyards. Eventually they'd make a left at the township hall, take a bumpy 2 mile drive down a gravel road and they'd be there. As a boy Peter had lived for trips to Grammy's. . There was always something fun to do. Building forts in the woods in the fall. Sledding down the lane in the winter.. Spring brought a rush of new life with transplants in the cold frames and chicks in the brooder. And in the summer there was the swimming hole. The swimming hole was a wide spot in a river that flowed through the woods on the back of the farm. Grammy had had a deck, fire pit and benches built on the river bank A rope swing, diving board and slide added to the fun. "There's the yard with the funny gnomes. Almost there." At the sound, Peter looked over at his little sister. Mary Anne was peering out the window again, watching for the next landmark. "Um, ya, I know," nineteen year old Peter said. "I've been here before.. You don't have to keep calling out landmarks and saying, 'almost there.' Don't be a dork" "Peter, be nice to your sister," his mother scolded from the front seat. "I hope you two are not going to squabble the whole time we're gone. Don't be giving your Grammy a hard time." "We'll be fine mom," Peter said, "best behavior." He poked his little sister in the ribs. "Ya, mom, we won't do anything to bug each other, we promise," Mary Anne piped up, then stuck out her tongue at her brother. Broad grins spread across both their faces. Truth was, Peter and Mary Anne had always gotten along well while growing up and since he had returned home in May they had become even closer. Neither had a regular boyfriend or girlfriend so more and more they'd found themselves hanging out together that summer "There's the Miner Lake boat launch. Almost there," their dad called out as they passed the turn-off. Peter and Mary Anne burst out laughing. Even their mother's shoulders tensed for a moment or two as she stifled a giggle.. "I really do hope you kids have a good time these next two weeks. This could be your last time." "Mom, nobody is dying" Peter said, "There will be plenty more times." "No, not like this there won't. Mary Anne turns 18 tomorrow and next month she'll be leaving for university. Lily is already there. Kirk's vocational program is 18 months, straight through, no breaks. And who knows where you'll be next summer? Probably off to find the source of the Nile." "Already been done, Mom. It was in all the papers." "Ha, funny. You know what I mean. This could be the last chance for you and your cousins to be together as children. Adult responsibility is just around the corner. And you know, Grammy isn't getting any younger. I want you to make this time very special for her, please." "It will be fine mom. It's all good." But his mother was on a roll, not to be redirected. "Grammy is going to be on her own with four teenagers for two weeks. Go easy on her." "Aunt Carrie will be there." "Ya, OK, so that makes five. She may as well be a teenager. She's only 21. Oh, I hope you kids have fun. I wish I could be here for your birthday, dear. Mary Anne, don't forget to use sun screen. You've got my fair skin. You know you burn so easy "Yes mom I do know. It will be fine." "It will be fine, Claudia," Ken said to her from the front seat. "It's just another visit Not everyone sees things in terms of life milestones." An awareness of the passages of life had been much on Claudia Cortez's mind this last year as she approached and then passed her fortieth birthday. She couldn't believe it, where had the years gone? And the dreams? Her life with Ken had been good but with their chicks ready to fly the nest, she didn't want to just settle into a long slide into twilight either. She still wanted some adventure. She wasn't ready to get old. Last winter, commiserating with her younger sister Connie, who was not much more than a year behind her, they had hit on the idea of a African safari. A rafting safari. So that was the plan. The two sisters, and their husbands, Ken Cortez and Lars Bonn, were flying to Namibia and then spending a week rafting down the Okavango River, along the northern border with Angola. All told they would be out of country for two weeks. The one fly in the ointment was the kids. True, Mary Anne had graduated high school and would soon be on her own at university but Claudia, and especially Ken, were not quite ready to let their daughter stay home alone for two weeks. Even if big brother was around. Lars and Connie felt the same about their two, Lily and Kirk. So, before anyone else really knew what was happening, the two sisters had it settled. The four of them were going to Africa and the cousins were going to have one last summer vacation on the family property with Grammy and their Aunt Carrie. "Sure mom, I understand. I promise," Mary Anne said and looked over at Peter, prompting him with her blue eyes to speak up. But he wasn't so sure they were children anymore. For one thing, he'd noticed sister's body was finally showing some curve and it wasn't the knobby knees that drew looks to her long legs anymore. He snuck another sideways glance at her. He could just see the rise of her small breasts under the loose cloth of her shirt and wondered if she had dared bring a skimpy two piece bathing suit he knew she kept hidden far from their mother's prying eyes. "Mom, all goofing around aside, I am really looking forward to this. We'll be fine, really and I promise not to give Grammy any grief. Now go, have fun with Aunt Connie and Uncle Lars. You need to be worrying about not getting eaten by a crocodile or stomped by a hippo or something, not worrying about us. They have snakes in Africa don't they?" he jibed, knowing his mother hated snakes. "Uuuugh," his mother shuddered. "Ken, can I depend on you to protect me from any mean old snakes?" Then, with a quick peek over her shoulder to make sure her hand was out of the children's sight, ,she reached into her husbands lap and give his penis a quick squeeze. "You better be on the lookout for one eyed, spitting snakes," he retorted out of the side of his mouth, only loud enough for his wife to hear. "You know how much fun we have at Grammy's," Peter continued, unaware of his parents sexual teasing. Claudia sat back in her seat and smiled contentedly. She was off on a great adventure with a man she loved dearly. A good man who loved her back. And there was no one she would have more preferred to share their adventure with than her sister, Connie and brother, Lars. The four of them shared a friendship that went all the way back to the elementary school playground. Of course Ken had been infected with a bad case of kooties back then and Claudia was just another slimy girl if you'd asked him but over time they had grown on each other. They'd been high school sweethearts, prom dates and married two years after high school graduation. In balance it had been a good marriage, too. After the wedding, the newly-wed Cortez family had settled in a rural mid-Michigan county seat. Peter and then Mary Anne had come in quick succession. Ken was a terrific, involved father and a generous provider with a secure job managing a grain elevator. After the kids started school, Claudia had taken nursing courses. Together they had a six figure income. They went to church most Sundays, voted in most elections, got along with most of their neighbors and never missed the Booster Club's Annual Memorial Day Barbeque and Art Show in the village park. Life was good. Connie Klaus and Lars Bonn had been in the same class since kindergarten and they were both active in 4-H, too, facing off several times in the show ring. So they'd long known each other. But they hadn't started dating until the summer after graduation. When their love did ignite, it blazed hot and fast. Maybe just a bit too fast, too hot because late the next winter Connie became pregnant. It took Claudia a few days to forgive her sister. Not because she disapproved or sat in moral judgment. But Claudia had just announced that she was pregnant Even though she knew better she couldn't help suspecting her sister of some bizarre scheme to upstage her, to take away Claudia's own moment in the sun. This was her pregnant time and now her sister was trying to steal it. Of course that was silly and she soon got over it. A wedding was hastily organized. When Connie & Lars' daughter Lily was born the following January she wasn't exactly out of wed-lock; just not the full 10 months into wedlock that is considered traditional. But there was never a baby more loved, more wanted. A son, L.K., or Little Kirk, named for her father, soon followed. As a young family of four it had been hard but Ken and Connie had scrimped and saved and sacrificed to put themselves through college. Now they were both teachers in Hingham, a small town just north of the Indiana state line, giving them a comfortable living. By all appearances the Bonn family was as ordinary and grounded as the Cortez crew. A few minutes later they turned into the driveway. Ken pulled the car up, parking it next to a new convertible. The engine had barely gone silent before the back door flew open and Grammy came through the door. "Claudia! Ken! And Peter, you did come after all, I am so happy. Where's Mary Anne? Let me take a look at you. Oh you are so grown up. I like the blouse dear, did you make it?" Mary Anne's face lit up. At least someone noticed. She planned to study fashion design and merchandising this fall and did her own sewing. " Carrie is around here somewhere. In fact I sent her down to the garden to get some veggies for lunch. She'll be right up. Come on in the house. Oh, I am so happy to see you," Alison Krause rattled on. Ken came around back of the car and opened the trunk so that he and Peter could start unloading the luggage. Claudia and Mary Anne reached inside and began grabbing bags and parcels, too. "I haven't heard from Connie and Lars, do you know when they'll be getting here?" The words were barely spoken before Mary Anne pulled out her cell and her long thumbs began dancing across the keyboard. "Come in, come in," Alison commanded as she led the way back inside. "Claudia, I'm putting you and Ken in the guest room and Connie and Lars in my sewing room. I believe it's their turn." The futon in the sewing room was short, lumpy and had a distinct tilt towards the wall. "Peter, you and L.K. are in the hired men's quarters, Mary Anne, you're of course in the girl's dorm with Carrie." Peter shifted his duffel bag from one shoulder to the other, picked up his day pack with his free hand and started up the back stairs. The hired men's quarters was where he and his cousin always landed. It was a remnant of the day when the farm was fully planted with fruit and they hired seasonal labor to tend it. He dropped his bags on one of the iron beds—they were all more or less the same so he grabbed one by the window—and headed back down the stairs to retrieve his sister's suitcases. Peter was wrestling his sister's bag out of the trunk when he heard running footsteps behind him. Carrie had turned the corner, spied Peter and ran towards him. His aunt was upon him with a laugh and a hug. "Hi Pete. You're looking good." Truth be told, Peter thought Carrie was looking pretty good, too. Her long, chestnut brown hair seemed to glint with highlights in the sunlight and he couldn't help but notice the deep cleavage between her breasts, shown off by the spaghetti strapped top. He idly wondered how much she weighed, probably not more than 110 pounds. "Nice wheels in the drive-way. That's new since I saw you last isn't it?" "Golly Peter, you make a girl feel so special. I haven't seen you in ages, I'm wearing an outfit that I made myself, I just got highlights put in my hair and the first thing you ask about is my new car?" "Well of course I'm happy to see you. And of course you're looking good. You always do." "Forgiven." She gave him a full kiss on his lips. And it is a cool car. I'll show it to you, maybe let you take a test spin later. But for now, where is everyone else? In the house?" "Yep, the whole crazy crew. Lemme just drag Mary Anne's bag up to the dorm. They're all in the kitchen. Meet you there." Carrie might have been Peter's aunt but she could have just as easily been his older sister. She had been a late addition to the Klaus family, years younger than her older sisters, Claudia and Connie. When their mother announced she was pregnant in her late thirties, her two high school aged daughters had received the news with equal parts feigned scandal, knowing winks and genuine pleasure. Carrie had been their little angel, pampered and spoiled, practice for their own babies that would follow in less than two years. Given their relative ages, Carrie had grown up closer to her nieces and nephews than her own sisters. Now she was 21 years old, still living at home, having a vague sense of what came next but not quite sure how to get there. Carrie had thrived living on the farm, both mentally and physically. She had been a social butterfly of some note in high school and active in 4-H. Her grades were consistently in the top percentile and she had been a featured flutist in her high school's orchestra. The highlight of her life, "so far," as she liked to remind people, was being crowded two years ago as the County Fair Queen. She was in tip-top physical shape and her body showed it. Vivacious, smart, pretty, the sky seemed the limit for Carrie.. r Just as Peter walked back into the kitchen he heard his sister's cell vibrating on the counter where she'd left it. Scooping it up and scanning the text scrolling across the screen, Mary Anne informed them that the Bonn's were turning the corner at the township hall and would be there in a matter of minutes. "So Mary Anne," said Carrie, "how many boys have you got on the line these days?" "Hey, she's just out of high school, won't even be 18 until tomorrow," Ken spoke up. "A bit young for boys yet." A general round of eye rolling and head shaking followed. Ken was having a hard time seeing his daughter as a grown woman, no longer the little girl who's adoring eyes looked at her daddy and saw a knight in shining armor. "Umm Ken dear, she's older than you and I were when we started dating. In fact, get right down to it, she's two years older than we were the first, um...." the sentence hung uncompleted in the air. Knowing smiles spread across Carrie's and Grammy's faces, at the same time looks of mild horror emerged on Peter's and Mary Anne's. Sure, they knew where babies came from and obviously their parents had done the deed at least twice, maybe three times if you threw in a practice round. But it really wasn't something they wanted to hear about. Or picture in their minds. Fortunately the siblings were spared any further discomfort. A car horn honked outside. The Bonns had arrived and in moments the kitchen was empty. The ride had seemed unusually long to Lily. She was anxious to see her grandmother, Carrie and her cousins again. In another month she'd be headed back to the stresses of her second year of university. After working a crap job most of the summer, she was really looking forward to relaxing on the farm for the next two weeks. Grammy's place held so many warm childhood memories for her. Summers there with her cousins and her young aunt, who was only 18 months older than she was, had been heavenly. Lily had dated a few times the previous year but never seemed to click with anyone. Even though her freshman year had been pretty much a bust in the boy department, Lily had come away having learned a thing or two. Late night gab sessions with her suite mates and other girls on her floor filled in some blanks about things and activities she'd only imagined previously, as well as introducing her to a few other things that were completely new to her. Just as important, Lily had begun to develop the self confidence every girl must learn if she wants to keep boys in their place. With her new found poise, her success in the classroom, and the experience of a year on her own, Lily had become a striking young lady. Kirk had noticed the changes in his sister as soon as she arrived home last May. Before she'd just been his big sister; always there, nothing remarkable, just an integral part of his life. But the Lily that had left for university was not the Lily who came home again. This Lily was self confident, she was well spoken and well dressed. Faded t-shirts had been replaced in her day to day wardrobe with colorful tops with bits of frill here, flounce there. Shirts that drew eyes towards her full breasts, no longer curtained behind loose folds. And had her legs ever looked so trim? Lily was a fairly petite girl, barely 5'2". Her naturally olive toned skin didn't really darken, more like became deeper, more rich when exposed to the summer sun. By this time of year her skin glowed, matched by the shimmer of her jet black hair. Perhaps it was intentional, perhaps just happy luck, but the thick heeled sandals she'd favored this summer to give her a bit more height also favored her legs. Or maybe it was the cut of the tight shorts she'd begun to wear. Kirk had never really noticed how nice the view of her butt, her legs, her entire backside could be. But he was noticing it now. As a rule, Kirk was wary of girls. As a starter on his school's soccer team he got his fair share of attention. When the team went to District, and won, he had the distinct feeling that more than one of the girls who hung around the team wouldn't say "no" if he asked her for a date. And probably something more, too. All he had to do was ask. But he never did. There was something about those girls that turned him off, intimidated him just a little bit. They seemed so aggressive, so pushy. Once they got their claws in a boy, there was no telling just how far they would push that boy either. He'd seen it happen. Pussy whipped they called it. Boys who would do just about anything, whatever it took, to ensure uninterrupted access to that pussy. Not for him. A buzzing from his sister's side of the back seat brought Kirk back from his reverie. "Mary Anne wants to know when we're going to get there. Grammy is going nuts." "Tell her we're stopping for berries and then we'll be right there. We're almost there," Connie said. Lily started tapping away. "Hey Lily, you probably know this already, being a biology major and all, but scientists say the next step in human evolution will be gigantic thumbs." "Ha, very funny. I'd say you're already half way there. L.K., You're like a puppy, still growing into your paws." Kirk wasn't sure if he should be offended and say so or just get to the meat of the matter and give her a jab in the ribs with his puppy paws. "All the better to beat you down, my dear," Kirk hammed as he made as if to strangle her. "That is enough of that, and I do mean it. I do not want you threatening your sister, even in jest. That is just not funny." "Sorry mom. Lily is safe from me" Kirk sounded contrite. Only his sister could see the way he scrunched up one eye like a pirate and mouthed the words, "later me pretty, later". He was so cute. Lunch was a loud, calamitous affair. It always was. There were updates. They hadn't been together since Kirk's graduation open house 6 weeks previous and life happens so fast. There were reunions. Lily had already left for her summer job on Mackinaw Island by the time Peter had returned from Africa. There were announcements, two distant cousins were getting married and another cousin who was doing some genealogical research would be in touch. Blueberry Summer "I'm sorry to say it but I need to go. How about you, Carrie?" Grammy broke into the conversation, a half hour later. "Why, what's up mom?" Connie asked. "It's Fair week. I'm helping check in 4-H projects this afternoon." Alison had been volunteering as a clerk at the fair since Claudia was a Cloverbud. "Want to go hang out at the fair grounds this afternoon?" Carrie looked at the other four teens around the table? "Sure, I'm game," Kirk spoke up. "OK." "Sound's fun." "Let me go change." came from the others. "Well hurry up, girls," said Grammy looking up at the kitchen clock. We really needed to leave 15 minutes ago. "Claudia, Connie, would you mind cleaning up?" Ten minutes later the van was loaded, belts buckled and pulling out the drive. "What do you want to do this afternoon?" asked Connie when they reconvened on the back porch. "I don't know," said Ken. "Probably just hang out. Big day tomorrow. We need to get ready for Mary Anne's party, too. Maybe we should work on her cake." "It's hot. Too hot to bake or even be in the kitchen right now. Let's go swimming. Grab some beers and wine coolers, we can hang out at the swimming hole. By the time we get back the kitchen side of the house will be in the shade and a lot cooler." Claudia thought that a brilliant idea. She was really wrung out after a mad twenty four hours of packing, checking on last minute details, the drive down here and worrying that something was going to go wrong at the last minute and ruin their vacation.. Nothing sounded better to her at that moment than a few hours of lounging around the swimming hole. "Go change into your suits and we'll meet out back. Now, scoot." As Lars pulled his swimming trunks up his hairy thighs, he glanced over at his wife's naked back.. Even after all these years, he never missed on opportunity to sneak a peek. They'd been married 20 years last April, how many times had he seen her naked body in that time? Thousands? Tens of thousands? More? Whatever it was, it was never enough. Never a skinny girl Connie had put on another ten pounds over the years. Babies and natural aging have that effect. But really, all it had done was make her already pleasing curves even more pleasing. He was always aroused by the way her hips swelled, coming and going, the curve of her belly, the fullness of her breasts. She had long, blond hair that she kept up most of the time, letting it down only for him. Blue eyes, fair skinned, 5'3", just the right height to fit into his arms and into his lap. Lars considered her butt her finest feature, though. Round, smooth, especially when she stretched and pulled it taut. He liked it when she relaxed, too. Then her cheeks would sag just enough to create a distinct crease along the bottom where it met her thighs, perfect for digging in his fingers and cupping in his hands. Coming or going. When Connie turned and started digging through her bag for a bathing suit, Lars was treated to a pleasant surprise. He had a thing about pubic hair-- actually he had a lot of "things," pubic hair was just one. Although she preferred to go unshaven—she said it was itchy otherwise--sometimes when they were feeling playful Connie would let him trim her pubes into whimsical shapes. It appeared that this time she'd taken the initiative. Where her full blond bush had been there was now just a narrow strip pointing to her nether regions. A second look confirmed that the strip stopped an inch or so short and her fat lips were fully bare. "Come on slow-poke," Connie said as she pulled the bottom of her green two piece out of the bag and quickly slid it on. Once found, her bra went on just as fast. "Grab two towels. I'll get the sunscreen out of my cosmetics valise. Let's go." The swimming hole was located in the wooded river bottom that made up the back 10 acres of the farm, almost a half mile from the house. The ATV was loaded, the other threes waiting by the time Lars' erection went down enough for him to finish dressing and come downstairs. . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The 6 wheeled Gator emerged into the clearing on the bluff top and everyone began to pile off. Ken grabbed the cooler. He noticed that Connie still looked mighty fine in her bathing suit as she walked by. She always did a curvy bottom and the dark emerald color made her already light skin seem lighter. He noticed that some of the material had worked its way into her crack. Showing a distinct tan line a large area of her buttock was exposed. Ken's eyes followed his sister as she walked over to the deck. " "Ken!" his wife called to him sharply. "Do you see what I see?" For a moment he thought he'd been busted checking out Connie. But then he saw where his wife was looking and it wasn't her younger sister. A large hornets nest hung over the water. Ordinarily it wouldn't have been a big deal but it was hanging on the end of the same limb as the rope swing. Someone was going to wind up with some painful stings if they tried to use the swing and started the branch jumping up and down. "Hmm, that doesn't look good. Maybe we should do something before the kids get stung," Connie said. "I love this 'we' stuff all the time," Lars chimed in. "Just what role do you intend to play?" "The role of 'delegater.' And I delegate you and Ken to figure out something. So there." Claudia's brow furrowed. "Careful. I don't want you two getting hurt before our trip. That's just what we need." The two women moved over to the deck. Claudia's was wearing a modest navy blue, two piece suit. Form fitting, the modest cut at the legs, hip and back still left much to the imagination. But there was no need to guess at her dedication to keeping herself in shape. That was there to be seen by anyone who cared to take a look. The bodice of her suit molded and lifted her tits away from her body, showing only a hint of cleavage on the top. Claudia took great pride in the fact her waist was only two inches bigger round than it was on her wedding night. A daily regime of crunches had paid off, as had long, sensual sessions when Ken had rubbed fragrant oil into her skin. Claudia's stomach was trim, stretch marks from her two babies long gone. Her bathing suit bottom was not that much smaller than some of her summer shorts. But the stretchy material fit tighter than any cotton brief. Designed to show off and enhance the female figure, it had a built in tummy control panel and elastic to tighten the wearer's bottom. These features were lost on Claudia, her belly floor and ass would still have been tight even when she'd stood naked. A small storage shed on one side of the deck held basic out door entertaining necessities including folding chaise lounges. Reaching inside, Connie pulled out two, passed one to her sister and then walked over to a large patch of sunshine . "Let's lay here, I hear the African sun can be fierce and I want to lay down a base tan first." Claudia followed, unfolded her chair and then glanced over towards her husband and brother. She could see Lars standing down on the narrow beach, picking up the occasional stick and pondering it. Ken was standing with his back to them, at the base of the tree where the rope was suspended. Once she laid down, Lars dropped out of sight. "Mmmm, the sun feels good," Connie said. "Ya," Claudia replied as she allowed her muscles to begin relaxing. "I love it down here." "Ya, me too, We've had some fun times" was her drowsy reply. "Don't let me fall asleep, OK?" Amazingly, she honestly thought she might. She glanced over to see what Ken was doing. He was half-way out onto the limb. "Can you see Lars?" she asked her sister? Connie lifted her head and looked over the edge of the deck. "He's walking around down there. I think he's looking for a stick." "I hope those two idiots aren't planning on poking that hornet's nest with a stick. I think I would come unglued if one of them ended up in the hospital swollen up from hornet stings." "I don't think they're quite that dumb. Hey, speaking of fun, do you remember that summer when we had so much fun down here? A whole summer of fun actually?" "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Ya right. You know what's amazing when I think about it? We weren't any older than Lily and Mary Anne are now." Claudia raised one side of her sun glasses and looked over at her sister. "Umm, gee, thank you for that pleasant thought." "Oh get over it Claudia. Mary Anne is grown up now, she'll be 18 tomorrow. And you don't think Peter was tapping some of that native stuff while he was jaunting around the world for the last year? Probably had some cutie pie videography intern, hanging on his every word.?" "For a school-marm, you sure do talk bawdy," Claudia needled her sister. "OK, I remember. How could I forget? That was the first, really the only time, I ever saw a live penis other than Ken's. I don't think I've ever felt so naughty as when we laid out here in broad daylight, naked."" "I know. And I seem to recall both of them couldn't get enough of our tits." They both fell silent as they savored the memory. Claudia lifted her head again to look for Ken. He was far out on the limb now, well past where the rope hung from the limb, inching out towards the nest. The branch had begun to bow down towards the water. She wondered if it would support his weight long enough for him to do whatever it was he planned to do. She looked back at Connie. "So you wanna?" "huh?" "You want to? Take our tops off. Lay out topless. After we get back I'll only have a couple days to pick out a dress for Freida's wedding. Not worrying about tan lines will give me more options. What did you think I meant? Did you want to show them our tits?" Claudia nodded her head towards the men. "Same difference. They'll be able to see us." "No they won't. Lars is down by the river and Ken is stuck up in a tree. As long as we lay down they won't be able to see us and even if they started coming back, by the time they got over here, we could get our tops back on again. Come on, let's do it. What are you, big talk, no action? School-marm." "Oh fine, but I think we're both a little old for this." Connie reached behind and unclasped her bra. "Too old for what? To old to feel sexy, to be daring? I think that was the whole point of this trip wasn't it? To live a little? To push our boundaries? To go into virgin territory." Claudia had punctuated this speech with emphatic arm and hand movements that ended with her waving the top of her bathing suit over her head like a banner, shimmying her upper body and making her tits shake side to side. "OK, now I know we're too old for this. 'Virgin' territory? Do these look like virgin tits to you?" Connie squeezed her ample boobs together. Claudia cast an appraising eye at her sister's chest. "No, but they do look like the very respectable tits of a very respectable soon to be, but not quite yet, middle aged woman. My own are starting to sag." Claudia sat forward so that Connie could get a good look. "There is nothing wrong with your tits, they're just baby chewed." Claudia raised her glasses and gave her sister another look. "Well, OK, there is a bit of a droop there but good god woman, you do uphold the family tradition of big boobs. That and fat nipples. Claudia glanced over towards Ken. The branch was dipping and swaying as he worked his way out towards the nest. Hornets were buzzing around only a few feet from where he stood. "I think I better say something to Ken before he gets hurt." "Leave him alone. If you stop him now, they'll both come over here and we'll have to put our tops back on." "Oh, so now who's the one who wants to take her top off?" Claudia set back again. "So speaking of virgins, dish the dirt sister. Any sign of a serious boy friend for Lily?" "No, I think she's pretty wound up in her studies. We had a serious girl to girl talk a few months ago. She's definitely interested, boys are just not a priority right now. Still, it's just a matter of time. I ended putting her on the pill." "Do you think that was a good idea? Might give her ideas." "Give her ideas? She's a 19 year old woman away at college. If she isn't having ideas already then there really is something wrong." Claudia considered this tidbit. It did make sense and who knew better the consequences of unprotected sex than her sister? "You should think about doing it to Mary Anne, too. Put her on the pill." "I don't think she's quite ready for that yet. She's curious, I know she is, but she's still as innocent as a little girl. When the time comes it will be her decision, not mine. So I won't be "putting her on" anything. I know you're trying to protect Lily but you can't undo your own mistakes by making sure she doesn't make the same." A loud crack, followed by a plummeting scream and a splash pierced the air. Claudia's scream, "Ken!" came closely behind. The two women jumped off their chairs and ran towards the edge, looking down into the swimming hole. Lars was doubled over in laughter, close to peeing his pants, a broken stick laying at his feet. Ken's head popped out of the water. The hornet's nest still hung in the tree, appearing unmolested. "Did we fool them? Did the girls fall for it? Oh, look at those faces!" he yelled as he looked up at his wife and sister. The grin on his face froze however when his gaze shifted downward from their faces to their chests. "Holy shit, Lars." Lars went silent as he looked up and took in the scene. The two sisters were fumed. Their bare breasts were the last thing they were thinking about. What jerks, setting it up to appear Ken had gotten stung and then fallen, even going so far as having Lars break a branch over his knee. They both knew how much this trip meant to Claudia, and Ken especially knew how wound up she already was. "Claudia, Claudia, I'm sorry," Ken pleaded as he rushed to her chaise. "I was just fooling around on you." "Ya, well sometimes your fooling around goes too far." To her left Claudia could see Lars and Connie engaged in basically the same conversation." "I'm sorry. I really am. I promise to be on my best behavior, OK?" Claudia gave him a sidewise look. Ken was looking at her earnestly. She gave a big sigh. "OK. But I really mean it, Ken. Don't mess with me right now. I am on the edge. Hey, did you pack any chocolate in that bag?" she asked her sister. Connie started digging around in the bag. Lars gave Ken an inquiring look over his wife's shoulder. Ken discretely gave him a thumbs up. Lars nodded back. Better yet, neither woman seemed to be in a particular hurry to put her top back on. With a small shout of triumph, Connie pulled a chocolate bar out of the picnic basket. She passed it to Claudia. Lars reached into the cooler and grabbed two beers, passing one to Ken. After cracking his beer Ken settled back where he was seated on the deck floor, next to his wife's lounger. She had laid back again. Her tits flattened out on her chest with her nipples proudly pointing towards the sky. He hoped she didn't burn, maybe he ought to offer to rub in some lotion. His thoughts continued to drift. He glanced over at Connie. She was leaning half way back in her chair, quietly talking to Lars. Her boobs were almost as nice as her ass. They lay on her chest, rounded, slightly wider than her ribcage, jutting towards the sun overhead. Could it really have been 20 years since he had last seen her bare breasts? No, that wasn't right. Connie had nursed both her babies and L.K. was 18 now so that made it, what, 17 years since he had seen her tits? They had been different then of course, swollen hard with milk and laced with blue veins. He remembered her nipples being darker, too. Now her boobs looked softer, the curves more rounded. Now her nipples were light brown and they seemed fatter. too, almost more than a baby could get in its mouth. Connie's breasts were different the first time he'd seen them, too. Then she was still a teenager, his girlfriend's little sister and in the blush of new love for the first time. Just embarking on a journey that would take her from girl to woman to wife to mother. Connie's breasts had been much more pointed then, and her nipples pink nubbins perched on puffy aerole. Her fair, teen skin had seemed so translucent that he'd half expected he could see her heart beating in her chest if he looked close enough. His eyes slid down Connie's body, over her stomach pausing at her navel, then on down over her panty and on down her legs. He noticed the small scar on her shin and with a start connected it with a long ago mis-adventure they'd all shared. It had required a few stitches and some mighty fast talking to the girls' parents. He had shared more significant events, and not so significant, with Connie, than he had with any other woman besides Claudia. And more with Lars than any other man. Connie and Lars were a part of him, just as much as Claudia was. Ken looked back to his dozing wife. The family resemblance between the two was there. Round, dutch faces, blond hair, dancing eyes. But Claudia's lips were fuller, puffier and Connie was twenty pounds heavier and an inch or two taller than her older sister. But there was no doubt they were sisters. Ken noticed the areas below the tan-line high on her chest were starting to get a tinge of pink. He reached over and hooked Connie's bag, drawing it to him. The lotion was right on top. Ken squirted a dollop into the palm of his hand, letting it warm there. Only then did he carefully begin to daub the white cream around his wife's breasts. Starting underneath, where breasts meet rib cage, Ken began to massage the oily liquid into her skin. He brought his hands upward, leaving a wide smear of lotion on the skin behind. Her flesh moved in slow ripples to his touch, the tissue soft and pliant. He repeated the motion along the sides. After ensuring her boobs were well covered in lotion, Ken brought his hands up and began to rotate his palms over her nipples, barely making contact before gently using his fingers to rub the oil into her aurole. "Mmmm, feels good. But what are you doing?" "If you know it feels good, then you know what I'm doing." Taking her silence as tacit consent, Ken continued his explorations. He gently cupped her breasts. squeezing them together and making her nipples stick up higher. Using his thumbs, he gently played with her nipples. They stood up higher yet. "I know what you're doing, but I'm not sure you should be doing it. That we should be doing it." Ken glanced over at Connie and Lars. They were locked in an embrace, their faces joined in a kiss. Lars was caressing his wife's hip. "It looks like they're busy. I don't think they'll mind. Let's do it. Remember when we had fun here?" he whispered. His face descended onto her, nibbling at her neck and then up towards her ear. His right hand continued to gently massage her boobs, tickling her erect nipples with his thumb. She clutched his head to her and softly moaned. Claudia remembered alright. She hadn't fooled her sister for a second. She remembered the fun they'd all had together at the swimming hole that summer. Vividly. It had started out as the four of them skinny dipping one night and went from there. It was Connie's and Lars' first real date, awkward enough, made even more awkward by it being a double date with her big sister. They went to the beach in Pier Cove, had dinner at Suzanna's, then took a walk on the pier to see the sun set. Afterward they'd decided to go swimming--as if they hadn't been in and out of the water all day. But maybe that was the point. After seeing each other dressed only in scanty swimming suits most of the afternoon, each of them was secretly ready to see more. Blueberry Summer Ken had a six pack of beer his brother gave him. It took a beer apiece, and then some talking--but not a whole lot since they really wanted to be talked into it anyway--and there in the flickering light of a tiki-torch the girls shed their sun-dresses and then their bikinis. Claudia remembered. Looking at each other to bolster their nerve, the two girls faced the boys, took a deep breath and pulled at four strategic knots,. Then, as fast as a pink flash, they jumped onto the slide and into the dark. Later, after splashing around together naked for a half hour, they'd both gotten shy again and made the boys turn away while they walked back into the light and slipped into their sun-dresses, leaving their two piece suits in little piles on the deck. It hadn't gone any further that night but by the end of the summer it had gone much farther indeed. The question on Claudia's mind right now was how far she wanted it to go this afternoon. She looked over at her sister and brother. Lars had climbed onto the chaise to lay with his wife. Connie was slowly undulating her body against him. One of Lars' hands was tracing up and down her side, gently brushing her skin. As Claudia watched, his hand dipped down to her breast and then out of sight as he rolled into her. She couldn't really be sure but it looked like Connie's hand was massaging Lars' groin. A low groan seemed to confirm it. There were only the four times, although they loomed in Claudia's mind like one hundred. They were still teen age girls then, living under daddy's roof. Mom knew they were full of hormones so she kept them on a pretty short leash. It was hard enough for Claudia to get private time with Ken, and the two of them were practically engaged. Finding opportunities for all four of them to get together, undisturbed on the farm so that they could go skinny dipping with Connie's new boyfriend was almost impossible. But each time they did, it went a little farther. The first time it was a few blind gropes, copped in the dark. The second it was afternoon, under the full glare of the summer sun. Maybe because it was the first time she'd ever been naked outside and in front of a boy, any boy, but that time had felt the naughtiest of all to Claudia. The third time they ended up giving their boyfriends blow jobs, Lars and Connie on the slide, Ken and Claudia right here on the deck. She'd had no idea when Connie had asked her how to fellaciate a boy just the night before what her sister she had in mind. Claudia remembered. She remembered that Connie had played all innocent and disclosed that she'd never done "that" to a boy and the other three had egged her into giving her younger sister a lesson. The last time was in early Sept. Their dad was overseas somewhere, drilling for oil. Their mom had taken the day to drive to the other side of the state to visit a friend. She wouldn't be back until well after dinner that night. She'd left a list of chores, which the girls breezed through. She also left instructions that they leave her a note if they went anywhere and to clean up any messes they made but other than that, they were free to have anyone over they wanted. By now they were so used to skinny dipping together that they didn't even bother with suits under their clothes. As soon as they got to the clearing the clothes came off and the moons came out. Their energetic play in the water soon led to energetic play on shore. Claudia remembered. That time they didn't even bother to move apart as both couples made tender love, side by side, chaise loungers creaking to the teen ager's rhythms. .. Claudia felt Ken's hand gently brush between her thighs. He rested it on her lower thigh, quietly signaling his desire to enter the area between her legs. Now he was gently stroking at the junction of her legs. Pushing, gently probing through the material of her bikini bottom for her clitoris. His lips nuzzled her neck, his fingers slowly pinched her nipples. Over his shoulder she could see Connie astride her husband, her legs outside his hips, her head pulled back. Her undulations were concentrated now on the spot where the crotch of her suit rubbed against the fabric of his. Her nipples brushed slowly back and forth over his lips. Ken pushed between her legs again, more insistently this time. She really needed this, she knew she did. She could feel herself getting wet down below. She was sure he could feel it too. How far did she want this to go? Was she really ready to re-enact a scene from that wild summer then in pursuit of her adventurous self now. Was that wise? Was it even possible? She wasn't sure, but she did know one thing. "Ken, stop. Stop now. I don't want to do this." She gently but firmly pushed his hand away. Ken looked up at her. Mixed emotions washed across his face. She could read him like a book after all these years. "You don't want to do this?" Disappointment and chivalry did battle on his face. Disappointment was winning. "I don't want to do this. Here. I can't wait to get back to the house and do it with you there. I am so horny for you. Let's head up. We've time for one wicked nooner before the kids get back." Connie and Lars stopped what they were doing as the other couple gathered their things. Lars was pleased to see that Claudia stayed topless, tucking her bra into the basket with their towels. This trip might be a lot of fun, in more ways than one. "We're heading up. Got some business to attend to. We're kinda in a hurry so we're taking the Gator." "In a hurry, huh? OK, go ahead, we'll stay Even with the Gator, given our head start, I'm thinking we'll be getting down to business before you do." Connie reached down and started pulling Lars' shorts over his hips. He was laying on top of her now, pushing his erect penis against the crotch of her bikini. Her eyes closed as her mouth began to form an "O". He pushed again. "Oh, yes, Lars, like that," she cooed, "I'm almost there."