0 comments/ 70257 views/ 9 favorites The Pool Fools By: Cal Y. Pygia Mom and Dad had gone out of town for a week, as they have several times since my kid sister Pam turned eighteen last year. A year older, I'd already passed the magic age they'd set in their minds as the qualification for trustworthiness, if not exactly maturity. This time, they were off to Hollywood to see the stars. Pam and I had the house to ourselves, but I'd already decided to spend the weekend at Gail's place. Gail and I have been friends for three years and more than friends for two. I had no doubt but that she'd be as eager as ever to give me a blowjob or let her fuck her in the ass. Only her pussy was off-limits, she'd told me (several times); she was saving that choice bit of tender, juicy meat for her wedding night. "You'll get it, Jimmy," she'd promised me, "but not until then." I probably could have pushed it, but there was no need. If the truth were to be told, I preferred her ass to her cunt, anyway. Not only was her asshole tighter and her rectum deeper than her twat, but fucking her butt also wasn't going to get her pregnant. It remained to be seen as to whether we'd wed (we probably would), so why risk fathering a child by her until it was a sure thing, especially when Gail's ass was more than a merely an adequate substitute pussy. I was on my way out the door when Pam told me she was planning to have her girlfriends over for a weekend-long pool party. "I was going to ask you about it, before you told me you're staying over at Gail's apartment, but, now that you're not going to be home, I know you won't mind." "Of course not, Pam." I kissed her brow. "Have fun." She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Jimmy." "Who all is coming?" I asked, trying to sound casual. She'd turned to leave, but she stopped. Turning to face me, she smiled. "Julia, Charlene, Tammy, and Bette. You know, the usual." Oh, yes, I knew, all right. Growing up, I'd fantasized more than once about fucking each and every one of them. They'd come to our house many times, and I'd seen all of them, throughout their teens, and before, wearing a variety of bikinis. How I'd longed to catch one or more of them naked. I'd stayed up late at night, hoping and praying they'd sneak out, after my parents had gone to sleep, to risk a quick swim in the nude. They'd loved our family pool so much that Mom and Dad had called them The Mermaid Club. I'd referred to them simply as The Pool Fools. "Oh. Great. Well, have fun." "You, too, Jimmy." "Oh, I will," I said. "With a girl like Gail, I'll bet you will, brother dear," Pam teased. "What's that supposed to mean?" She smiled. "You know what it means: be careful; wear a condom." "Pam!" I'd pretended to be shocked and, in doing so, found that I really was shocked. It was weird hearing my little sister caution me about the need to wear protection. She giggled. "Bye, big brother." I watched her sashay down the hallway to her room. She was wearing a baby doll nightgown, and she looked cuter than hell. Of The Pool Fools, my sister was the hottest, no doubt about it. I drove halfway to Gail's place before parking my car in a secure, all-night garage. Pocketing my keys, I caught the bus home--I sure as hell had no intention of staying at Gail's apartment, not when The Pool Fools were spending the weekend at my house! I let myself back into the house through the servants' entrance, taking the back stairs up to my room, the balcony of which overlooked our swimming pool. It's a large, "L"-shaped pool with an artificial waterfall. Artificial boulders, large shrubs, and tiers of flowering plants and bougainvillea enclose it on three sides, offering complete privacy, since the fourth side opens onto a walled-in walkway that leads from the backdoor patio to the pool deck. The only view of the water is from my balcony and Pam's, both of which extend fifteen feet from the rear wall of the house. I eased open the sliding-glass door that admitted me to my balcony, and crept forward, softly, to ensure that I didn't disturb anyone who might be in the pool, not that there was likely to be anyone in the water--the house was quiet, and, as far as I knew, no one was home but Pam and me. It seemed unlikely that her girlfriends would have arrived this early, if my sister had called to invite them yet, which, knowing last-minute Pam, she hadn't. Because of the splashing of the waterfall, I couldn't hear anything else, such as paddling or swimming sounds, so, when I looked down, into the pool area, and saw my kid sister completely naked, my eyes bulged from their sockets, or certainly seemed to do so, and I felt weak in the knees. I knelt, at the rail, and peered down, through its slats at the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen, before or since--my sister Pam, her glorious figure marble smooth and milky under the full moon that moved among the early evening's stars, and, my heart pounding, my mouth dry, my pulse racing, and my cock and balls rising, studied the elegance of my sister's naked body from afar, a secret admirer who felt as blessed by the sight that chance had offered to my eyes, after all these years of dreaming about what my sister looked like without clothes, as Pygmalion must have felt at the sight of his dream girl, Galatea. Pam was standing with her back toward me, and my eye traveled down, from her golden mane of hair, cascading over the gentle slopes of her smooth shoulders, along the inward-bowing curve of her spine, past the dimples at the tops of her buttocks, to linger on the full, firm, round bottom that flared from her narrow hips, sleek and lovely, before merging with her firm, shapely thighs and her tapering calves. My God! but my sister was gorgeous! I wanted, desperately, to view her from the front, too, before she dove into the pool for her swim. She started toward the pool, but stopped, as if she'd forgotten something. She turned, starting for the back of the house, and I ducked, drawing back, lest she happen to glance up and see me hunkered at the side of my balcony, looking down at her. She never once looked in my direction, though, but hastened into the house. In the brief few moments she'd faced me, though, I'd had a glimpse of the perfection of her breasts, which were as full, high, round, and splendid as I'd imagined; her flat, slightly concave tummy; the tiny cleft of her girlish, shaved sex; her narrow waist and hips; and her long, well-shaped legs. My cock was rigid, and my balls were high inside my tightly drawn and risen scrotum. She was gone for several minutes, and I had begun to think that she'd changed her mind about her swim when, finally, she returned, offering me another view of her swiveling hips, her round, firm fanny, and her lean, well-toned legs as she walked to a white wrought-iron table and set her cell phone there, where it would be close to hand. She'd forgotten her all-important means of communication, which is why she'd gone back into the house. Maybe she'd misplaced it and had had to search for it for a few minutes, which would explain why she'd taken a while--an eternity, it seemed to me--to return. Now, having fetched her phone, she returned her attention to the swimming pool. Walking to its edge, she sprang from the lip of the deck, flinging herself horizontally, out, over the water, and I rejoiced at the flexing of her thighs and calves, the bending of her waist and the bowing of her ass, the straightening of her spine, and the spill of her boobs beneath her as she launched herself out, over the water. She seemed to hang forever in the air, and then, some ten feet or so into the pool, there was a loud splash, a white plume of water, and my sinfully beautiful little sister was lost, momentarily, to sight, beneath the rippling surface of the pool. When she came up again, spluttering, her glorious body bejeweled with beads and streamers of water, bright in the flickering flames of the electronic torches that illuminated the night--or at least that tiny bit of it that surrounded our pool--and wiping her wet blonde locks from her streaming face, her breasts shimmered with droplets of water, and her nipples, I could tell, even from my balcony, were stiff and swollen. Although the pool was heated, it was only May, and the water's temperature, although not at all unpleasant, was obviously cold enough to have worked this special magic on Pam's nipples. She'd dived into the three-foot-deep section of the pool and the water concealed her groin, her thighs, and her lower legs, but I could see her perfectly well above the waist, and, of course, my eyes stayed on her fabulous breasts, admiring my sister's perfect tits. If I stared at nothing else but these spectacular orbs of sleek, soft-firm flesh with their jutting nipples and swollen areolas for as long as they were offered to my view, such focused attention would not be enough, even if it were to last days or hours instead of the few precious minutes it seemed more likely to endure. My penis was longer and harder than it had ever been, even when Gail's fist had been clenched around its shaft, her mouth had circled its girth, or her asshole had surrounded its thickness as she masturbated or face-fucked or butt-fucked me to orgasm and ejaculation, and my poor balls felt as if they were ready to explode. If I so much as touched myself down there, even once, I'd come, spurting my thick, warm seed all over the balcony, the rail, and maybe the walk that led from the pool deck to the back of the house. If that happened, maybe Pam, on her way back inside, would slip on my cum and wonder what the hell the viscid fluid had been that had nearly sent her for a tumble. But I wasn't about to touch myself and spoil the moment. There would always be time for that later, when I was alone with my memories of my dear sister's gorgeous tits and beautiful ass or, for that matter, when I was with Gail, down her throat or up her ass, dreaming that my girlfriend was my sister. A chorus of shrill giggles and a commotion in the yard below stole my attention from my own half-pleasant, half-miserable state as I first heard, and then saw, the other Pool Fools, Julia, Charlene, Tammy, and Bette, enter the pool area, having paraded themselves through our house--Pam had obviously left the front door unlocked for them--and file onto the deck, each and every one of them as astonishingly naked as my sister! That was what had taken Pam so long to retrieve her phone; she'd used it to invite the other Pool Fools over before returning to the pool herself. Or maybe she had already invited them, but had called them back to advise them that she was the only one home, so they needn't bother with a swimsuit, even one as brief as a bikini! They'd certainly changed since their teenage years, just as Pam had changed; there was no doubt about that! Nevertheless, I recognized each of them. I marveled at how Julia Reynolds had transformed from a thin waif who'd lacked not only tits but even the possibility that, one day, she might develop them. She now had the biggest rack of any of the other Pool Fools and bigger than most women in general, a pair of 38- or 40-inch double-D's, I'd estimate. They weren't saggy, though; they were as firm and high and tight as any of the other girls' smaller boobs. They just had more bounce to the ounce, that was all. Julia's ass was firm and tight, too, and it made my raging hard-on rage all the harder, as did the sight of her trim, heart-shaped pubic bush. Charlene Hall had been a tall, willowy little filly with curly auburn locks; small, but respectable, boobs; narrow hips; a compact, rather boyish ass; and lean legs. Like the other girls, now that she'd turned eighteen, Charlene, or "Charlie," as her friends called her, was statuesque, with brownish-red hair, no longer curly but wavy, with still smallish, but respectable boobs, capped with small nipples, a fuller ass, and shapely legs. She'd grown up splendidly well, indeed! Tammy Waite had been a mousy little tart with mousy brown hair, big fawn's eyes, medium-size boobs, and a cute, round little ass. Now, she had rich, luxuriant hair, hanging in big spiral curls, like thick springs, alongside her heart-shaped face; Bambi eyes, dark and framed by thick, luxurious lashes; a tiny nose; boobs that were proportionate to her petite stature; and a leaner, shapelier bottom. Like the others, she had "aged" well. Time--the little of it that there had been between adolescence and young womanhood--had also been wonderfully generous to Bette Connors. Before puberty, she'd been a platinum blonde, and she was one now, too, having lost not one silver strand from her white head of hair, which shone as if it were really silver silk; her small bosom had swelled to generous proportions; and her breasts were now full and firm, high and round, sleek and soft. Her hips were a little wider than the other girls', as if nature had intended her more for reproductive use than for pleasure, but her waist was trim, her buttocks round and firm, and her legs shapely if a bit fuller than those of her slimmer friends. All of them but Juliet were shaved below, and they were all beautiful young women. I'd have been proud to fuck any one--or all--of them, but none was as gorgeous--or as desirable--as my own sweet sister, Pam. They never had been, and the never would be. The giggling goddesses, having assembled on the pool deck, set their cell phones alongside Pam's and joined my sister in the pool. I was disappointed to see so many beautiful buttocks and lovely twats disappear under water, but their breasts, at least, remained on display, and now, instead of just my sister's boobs, I had four other pair to ogle. The ladies formed a circle, still giggling, and a couple of the girls began to shriek as their playmates splashed them. Bette caught Charlene as the statuesque nymph sought to shove a volume of water off the surface of the pool and into the more muscular woman's laughing face. They grabbed one another's wrists, struggling for a few moments, teetering and tottering from one side to the other, until Charlene lost her grip and went under, Bette helping her down with a playful, but forceful, push of her hand upon Charlene's head. The others shrieked their mirth. A few moments later, Charlene resurfaced, spluttering water, and another chorus of shrieks sounded the others' delight. All the while, the women's boobs bounced and swayed, and it was the dance of the titties that held my gaze more than the Pool Fools' shenanigans. They spoke, but their words did not convey themselves to me as well as their cries and giggles did, so it was not until Tammy bent, allowing Julia to climb aboard her back and Pam climbed upon Bette in the same manner that I realized they'd been suggesting a fight between mounted riders. I certainly approved (not that I'd been asked my opinion), because, in addition to their bouncing boobs, I'd now also be able to watch Julia's and Pam's buttocks whenever their steeds turned so that I could see these parts of their respective riders' anatomies. Warily, the human horses approached one another, their riders eyeing one another with equal caution. Back and forth, in half and full circles, the cautious fighters stalked one another, Charlene watching the contest intently from a few feet away. Perhaps, I thought, they'd named her their judge or referee, either of which position I'd have been delighted to fill. Lurching forward, with Julia holding on tightly, Tammy tried a broadside attack against her opponents, but Bette was much too solid and immovable an object to be so easily overcome, and Pam, seizing her opportunity, clasped her arms around the other rider, tugging hard. Julia tried to rectify her miscalculation of her adversary's strength by withdrawing, but, despite Bette's greater size, the Amazonian woman was able to keep pace with her opponent, allowing Pam to maintain her embrace and to continue to pull upon Julia. The water rose and fell at their sides, great waves washing across the pool. Tammy continued to backpedal, but Bette pressed the attack, and Pam was able, at last, to wrench Julia from her bareback perch, dismounting her, and the fallen rider plunged into the water, a terrific splash arising at the point of her entry. Charlene stepped forward, raised Bette's and Pam's right arms in victory, proclaiming them the winners of the contest, and, then, as I watched, disbelieving my own eyes, Charlene planted an open-mouth kiss on Bette, who returned it! The women's mouth remained locked together for at least a minute, their tongues twirling and swirling about one another in a wild, double maelstrom of what was obvious passion of a sexual--and, indeed, a lesbian--sort. I was truly shocked. I'd known these women--as acquaintances, if not as friends, at least--since they were but six or eight years old--for a decade, if not longer--and never had I surmised, or even suspected, that they--or that two of them, at any rate--were capable of lesbian passions toward one another. Never had Charlene or Bette said or done anything to so much as to suggest that either of them entertained such feelings for one another, and, yet, clearly, they had such feelings for one another and were quite capable of expressing them sexually. Young women did not kiss as Charlene and Bette were kissing had they not had a great deal of practice in doing so--and with other women, not just men. Indeed, the way these two young beauties kissed one another, I wondered whether they'd ever been with a member of the opposite sex at all! Although I'd not touched my genitals, I saw that a drop of cum--not of pre-cum, or Cowper's fluid, but of semen--had formed, as if of its own accord, at the tip of my cock, which was not--and had not been, for some time now--its customary pink color but a dark, ripe purple, and my aching balls felt as if they must either ejaculate or dissolve. More than all the tits in Asia, I wanted--I needed--to take my poor prick in hand and deliver it from the cruel and merciless passion that gripped it, as it also gripped my balls, but I resisted, refraining, and made myself content, even when I was not, by any means, content, merely to watch and to enjoy the visions of loveliness--and, now, with the lesbian kisses--of decadence that presented themselves to my fortunate gaze in the play of Pam and her childhood friends. Shock upon shock! My penis actually spurted a streamer of semen, independent of any manual encouragement of mine, and very much against my will, and I felt another surge waiting to spend itself, at the least urging of my loins, as I saw--saw, but could not believe--my sister bow, to receive the same open-mouth kisses that the referee had earlier bestowed upon Pam's partner, and accepting them, I saw, with the same rapt and intense eagerness with which Charlene and Bette had pressed their kisses upon one another only a few moments before. My sister's face wore an expression of absolute bliss as her tongue licked Charlene's oral appendage and swirled about the interior of the statuesque woman's mouth! My cock convulsed at the sight, and another volley of sperm sought to find release, but, gripping my penis hard in my fist, I squeezed the pulsing organ with all my strength, and kept the pressure on, chocking back the issue, until the urge to ejaculate subsided and my member had, in fact, softened a bit, although it continued to stand upright, rigid and thick with passion and desire. To show that there were no hard feelings, perhaps, the lesbian lovers, my sister Pam among them!, kissed the losers as well, after Tammy and Julia had kissed each other, and all the kisses, between all the parties, were administered in the same way, which is to say, in the French fashion. There was more giggling, more talk, and more laughter, as the young women climbed out of the pool, dripping wet and beautiful in the light of the flickering lights of the faux torches. They placed their hands on one another's shoulders or around each other's waists, and some kissed again. Hands roamed over buttocks, tweaked breasts, and gave playful flicks of the fingertips to stiff or stiffening nipples, and then the ladies, gathering their phones, went back inside the house, and I was alone on my balcony, my cock as rigid as a column of stone and my balls about to explode inside the sac of my tight, risen scrotum.