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You'll See, Lucy

By: boysetsfire



This is but the first in what may (or may not) be a series of stories; I have left the ending open. If you like what you read, shoot me some feedback and tell me what you'd like to see! In the meantime, I hope you all will what I have written down here. It took me quite some time, perhaps too much, and the short story turned into an epic one. So get a drink, get comfortable, and have a good read. Enjoy! 

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"Are you sure this is such a good idea? I mean, we don't have any nasty snakes and spiders here like they do in Oz, but I think the closest she's ever been to the outdoors is Central Park. Don't you think a 5-day outing in the wilderness is going to be a bit too much of an introduction to New Zealand?" I said. We sat at our favorite local pub in Wellington. It was a Thursday, so the bar was only marginally full, seeing as how it wasn't a regular haunt for the students at Victoria. 

"Oh, come on Pete, give my sister at least a little credit. And she really wants to do this! It would mean a lot to her. Besides, you hardly know her," Becca said, stirring her fruity "chick-drink". I didn't know what was in it, only that it was a color usually reserved for things that sent you on psychedelic trips. I took a long drink from my pint glass and furtively watched the rugby match on the big-screen over her shoulder. She grinned and moved into my line of sight, then rested her chin on the heel of her hand and smiled at me, still stirring her drink. Becca was a beauty. Of all the wonderful things I'd seen in my 18 years in America, she was by far the loveliest. She had light brown hair, lightly wavy and shiny, which seemed to fall about her shoulders perfectly every time, even though she always acted like she didn't care. Her eyes, a mesmerizing yellow-hazel, matched her hair as if she'd bought them in a boutique, shining at me from behind her thin-rimmed, stylish glasses. She was only 5'2" and weighed 110 lbs, most of which was in her buns and boobs. A 34 D cup on a girl that size is definitely something that will hold the average man's attention for longer than a few seconds! She pursed her lips and made a little kissy-face at me, scrunching up her little nose in the cutest of ways. She was the best thing I'd found abroad, and after 2 years together I was determined to keep her.

"Are you saying you'd rather watch your precious All Blacks get beat instead of looking at me?" she asked innocently. I hesitated for a moment while I watched a scrum, and when I'd looked back she'd straightened up and presented her boobs, complete with low-cut, black top. They rested on the table, her sweating drink propped between them. I grinned at her and took another drink.

"They're coming back. You watch," I said.

"Bull," she said, giggling and sticking out her tongue at me.

"Not so loud," I half-joked, knowing my fellow Kiwis' love for the national team. Then, nodding at the screen, I said, "Winning try in the last 30 seconds."

"But about the trip, Pete. Why don't you want to take Lucy?" Becca protested. She finally sipped her drink just as I was about to make a joke about her playing with it. I sighed and leaned back, taking another swig. I'd worked in Montana for 3 summers in the Bitterroots, taking exactly Lucy's type on rafting trips, hiking and climbing expeditions, and all the like. I hated city slickers. Granted, I'd only met Lucy once. It was the dead of winter, and we met her in Boston. I'd never liked the East Coast, and being in the States' windiest city in January didn't do much for my impression of it either. Lucy was a really nice girl, glowing over her recent engagement and promotion. She'd taken us out to eat and to the aquarium. I remembered her as a nice, pretty girl who meant a whole lot to Becca. But I also remembered her as the one who wore heels in snow, a big expensive fur coat, lots of makeup, and nail polish on manicured hands; all the things that Becca neither was nor needed.

"I dunno, Becca. I just don't think she'd have much fun. I'm not even sure why she said she'd come in the first place. I can't even picture her out of that fur coat and heels," I said, jamming a hand in the pocket of my brown canvas trousers and stretching my feet out under the table, resting my heels on the floor by Becca's crossed legs. I looked at the game again.

"That's because that's all you've ever seen her in. She won't be wearing that now, it's 75 degrees outside, and-"

"24," I corrected.

"What?"

"24 degrees. Get used to it." She glared at me as I smiled back over my glass.

"Anyway, she'll be dressed appropriately if that's all you're worried about. And as for why she came, that would probably be for the hot springs," Becca said, taking another sip through her straw.

"Did you tell her about the meningitis? And, you know, the death that results?" I asked.

Becca looked sideways at the floor. "Not exactly. But we can tell her about that later."

I thought for a moment. "Look, it's a 2 day hike in there. Two full days. What if-"

"She's in great shape. Runs every day," Becca countered.

"Well, what about-"

"She can carry a pack, too, if I can." She had me again. I thought another moment and took another long drink. I glared at the television as the All Blacks lost the ball.

"I'm looking to relax and have fun on this trip. Is she gonna be alright with that?" I asked.

"She drinks, and she smoked weed in college. She's not going to report us to the fuzz," Becca said, rolling her eyes over her drink. Exasperated in a good-natured way, I leaned forward on the table. Becca did the same, a big smile of triumph on her face. I paused.

"Alright, where's would she be meeting us?"

"Christchurch. I'll arrange everything. You won't regret this, Pete, I promise you."

I nodded, distracted. Behind her, the All Blacks scored the winning try. There were 28 seconds left.

*****

I sat on the upper deck and watched Becca gaining her sea legs as she clung to the railing. She turned and looked at me, the breeze blowing her hair across her pretty face. She smiled.

"Is it always this bumpy?" she called to me over the gusty wind, referring to the pitch and roll of the giant boat with the substantial swell on the Cook Strait.

"Bumpy?" I said, shrugging and looking around, "If you think this is bumpy, just wait until the Kraken shows up." She rolled her eyes with a smile and looked back out to sea. We'd had just a few nights in Welly, and then it was on to Picton. I could see the South Island in the distance, getting closer by the minute. I couldn't wait to be home. I'd been away for far too long. My eyes strayed over to Becca. She leaned delicately on the railing, her hair streaming out behind her as she looked towards the bow and beyond to our destination in the Sound. She wore a white spaghetti-strap top that looked like it was about to walk off the job; not only did it have to cover her, but it was supporting her as well, a double-task that made the thin little straps look about ready to snap. The shirt ended just at her navel, showing the sweet little belly-button ring I'd bought for her when I'd gotten tired of her wearing cheap boardwalk jewelry there. A thin, short mini-skirt of playful ruffles, all of bright white, flipped about her hips in the breeze, belying her generous lower curves. Long, tanned legs seemed to go on forever, ending in little white thongs on the feet. I adjusted myself in my pants just as she looked back at me. She smiled at me over her shoulder, having noticed the movement and bulge. We were alone on the last upper deck, and she bit her lip in a show of mock-nervousness and slowly lifted her skirt a smidgen to show a bit of smooth, perfect ass. My mind raced along with my pulse, remembering every time I had held that delectable booty in my hands while she rode my cock. She laughed, looking around again and bending a bit further over the railing. She lifted her skirt again, higher this time, watching my reaction over her shoulder as I realized she had no panties on.

"Oh my," I groaned as I laid my eyes on her freshly-waxed pussy, puffy and aroused, with her thick lips making a tight bun between her legs. Giggling, she let go of the hem of her skirt and straightened up, turning her back to the railing and modestly smoothing down the front of the ruffles, still flipping in the wind. The sun rolled out from behind a cloud and silhouetted her perfectly, the skirt proving to be quite see-through.

"Did you see something you liked?" she said, walking over carefully with the pitch and roll of the ship to sit on the bench seats across from me.

"I always do," I answered, watching as she she slowly crossed her legs, running her hands over her smooth, silky thighs. This was a somewhat familiar game to us. Becca was a daredevil, and loved to have sex in public. I was somewhat less inclined, but she knew that it took very little teasing to get me to do anything she wanted to do. Usually all she had to do was flash me her pussy and I was sold. Becca had a perfect pussy; perpetually waxed and trimmed, thick, soft lips that split like water over my cock, and an inviting entrance that gave way to a strong, tight, textured interior. She loved to suck me as well, but her favorite was to get my cock balls deep in her pussy, over and over again! Just 2 days before in Welly, she had waved happily between moans to a passing group of college girls below our balcony. My mind drooled at the prospect of adding "ocean liner" to our list of places I'd fucked her.

Just then the door to the lower decks opened. A couple with two small children came out, with the kids immediately starting to run around in circles, laughing as they fell because of the swells. Becca smiled and rolled her eyes as she came over to sit next to me. I put my arm around her and she lay down with her head on my lap, looking up at me. We began to share a packet of candies as we talked.

"Later, babe," she teased, winking at me. I sighed deeply.

"So when was the last time you saw Lucy?" she asked, not really thinking.

"Boston," I answered, chewing.

"Was it that long ago?" Becca answered, considering.

"Yeah. I missed her at your folks house when I came for New Years last year."

"Right, right."

"Why, has she changed a bunch or something?" I asked, popping another candy.

"No, not really," Becca said, shaking her head, "She's married now of course. I guess it was one year just last month. She's real happy from what I hear, what with the job and all that. Kinda weird to have a stay-at-home brother."

"I'll bet," I said, zoning out and taking in the scenery. Becca always loved to talk.

"She's started doing this hardcore porn thing, too. I dunno if my mom's gonna go for it though," she said matter-of-factly.

"What?!" I started, looking down at her. She giggled and arched her eyebrows at me from behind her sunglasses.

"Just seeing if you were listening!" she laughed. I paused.

"So...she's not doing hardcore porn?" 

Becca smacked me, laughing. "No, but she probably could!"

I decided to let that one slide.

*****

In Picton, we checked our baggage and boarded the train to Christchurch. We were meeting Lucy at the airport there that evening. She was coming in from Auckland on a domestic flight, after having been at a conference there for the last four days. When Becca had suggested she come and visit with her little sister for a week or so, she'd been only too delighted. It'd been a year since they'd seen each other, and almost three since I'd seen her. I still could only picture her in a fur coat and heels. Weird. For some reason I found myself wondering for the first time if she'd been wearing anything under that coat the whole time.

The train ride was beautiful, just as I'd remembered it from my childhood. The rails went so close to the crashing sea that if a big wave broke right at the correct time, the train would get soaked in the spray. I could see seals basking on the rocks near the surf, surveying us intelligently as we passed by. We sat in an old-style car, facing each other in the seats. Becca kicked off her jandals again and put her feet up on my knees. She wiggled her toes at me, making me chuckle.

"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" she asked, popping her gum.

"Oh, nothing," I said, lying. She smiled at me.

"Awww, are you nervous?" she giggled, poking at me with her feet. I pushed her away playfully.

"Of course not," I lied again. She shrugged.

"Hey, where are we going on this trip?" she asked. I gave her a strange look.

"Um, Christchurch."

"Thanks, smartass, I meant the backpacking trip," she giggled, jabbing me again.

"Tramping trip. And I already told you, I, um, can't tell you," I said.

"Yeah, and I told you that was a bullshit answer, as I recall," she said, still trying to jab me, "Come on, what's the big secret?"

"The big secret is that it IS a big secret. It's way off in the boonies, off the trail and off the roads. I don't want the chance of word getting out and me showing up and finding some damn tourists there. This country is small enough as it is," I said.

"Then what are you going to do, blindfold me?" Becca laughed. I gave her a little sideways grin. "Jerk," she giggled, "You'd have to blindfold Lucy, too. And probably tie us up. Then how would we hike?"

She'd lost me. I was envisioning her and Lucy tied up and blindfolded. Even though I didn't really know what Lucy looked like.

"Can you at least tell me what it's like?" she asked.

"Sure," I compromised, "It's down in a big long valley near Mount Aspiring, but further north. It's really green this time of year, and really wet. There's no trail, so once we leave the car at my uncle's place we follow an old mine road until it peters out. After that, we follow the river. Should be pretty full right now, and I'm banking on catching a few fish for dinner. We camp one night on the riverbank, then get up early and hike all day the next day too. We'll probably get to the springs around dark. The springs are in a sort of meadow near a big, open, cave-like overhanging cliff. It's dry there, so that's where we'll set up camp. There are three springs, each a little different heat-wise. I'll have to test, since it changes when it rains real hard. I figure we'll spend a few days there and I'll show you girls some real New Zealand scenery in the gorges around the valley, then we'll head back."

Becca had closed her eyes. "It sounds like heaven," she said, "Let's hope my sister thinks so too."

*****

Christchurch. I'd always loved the city's funny England-type feel. We met my old buddy Frank at the train station, and after many vigorous handshakes and hugs he took us to the old ute that we were borrowing to head out into the mountains. It looked pretty rickety, but Frank gave me his word it would run to the ends of the Earth. "Worked on it m'self," he boasted. I promised to come have some beers with him upon my return, and he bade us farewell. After that, the first order of business was Lucy. And Lucy turned out to be pretty easy to find.

We were waiting for her in the baggage claim area of the airport; me sitting, Becca standing on her tip-toes to try and scan above the heads of the crowd. Suddenly, she jumped up and down, waving off over the throng. I stood up like a Jack-in-the-box as Lucy pushed her way through. It was like meeting a completely different person. I'd never met this Lucy before. The young woman who pushed her way through the crowd to embrace Becca was just a bit taller than her younger sister, perhaps 5'4" or 5". Her hair was darker, and I saw as she came to give me big one-armed hug (the other arm was full of the luggage that Becca was hurriedly trying to take from her) that her eyes were bright, sparkling green. She had a body not unlike her sister's, only even more curvaceous. Her hips and ass were wide, full, and firm, and the pair that she pressed unabashedly into my hard chest were huge and soft, creating even more monster cleavage in the crush between us. Easily 36 DD. She wore a form-fitting black babydoll t-shirt and a breezy, knee-length red skirt with thongs. She tossed her long dark hair as she stepped back to look at me.

"My goodness, Becca, where have you been hiding all this man?" she asked, laughing, as she pinched at my bulging shoulders and arms. I laughed, fighting off her pinches, and Becca wrapped her arms around me.

"In a safe place. All mine, sis, hands off!" she laughed. We small-talked on our way out to the ute, me carrying pretty much every bag while the two girls held hands and gabbed away. Lucy was absolutely loving New Zealand, even though the meetings in Auckland had been grueling.

"I'm absolutely dying to get out and away from the city," I heard her say. I could hardly believe it. I'd misjudged this young woman quite unfairly. She even liked the little broken-up Toyota Hilux that I tossed her bags into the back of. We all piled into the cab, Lucy in the middle. I could barely think straight as her warm body pressed tight against me, her tits bouncing with every jerk and bump of the ute. She even had to straddle the stick, a phrase that had me cooking up all kinds of images in my head. I glanced down at her legs more than a few times as we drove to the hotel where we would spend the night before heading off in the morning. They were lightly tanned and oh-so-smooth, and the skirt seemed to ride higher and higher as we drove, laughing and talking about this and that. My groin was aching by the time we arrived at the hotel, and her skirt was so high that I could see the crotch of her little red panties reflected in the plastic covering over the radio. Her legs slid perfectly together as she moved to sit sideways in the ute, her back to me. Thank goodness, I thought to myself, I was about to drive into a pole.

We arrived in the nick of time at the hotel. It was actually out on the Akaroa Peninsula, in the opposite direction we would travel the next morning, but Lucy had said that she wanted to see the countryside while she could. So, we didn't stay in a hotel. We stayed at an inn. Much, much better in my eyes; I was only too glad to grant her request. I parked the ute and left it in gear, and went into the pub to get the keys to our room, the two girls in tow. The old barkeep went and got the key, talking good-naturedly in that old accent I had missed so well. He glanced at the two girls behind me and smiled broadly, as had many of the men at and in the bar. The smiled and looked around, looking pretty.

"Those yours?" the barkeep joked.

"Girlfriend and her sister," I smiled.

"Ooo," The barkeep chuckled, clucking and winking at me as he went off to get another patron a beer. I glanced around at all the smiles and looks of "go get 'em". I winked at them all to keep their imaginations running, and put a hand on the small of each girls' back as we walked out the door together. I heard some laughing and hollering from the bar as we went back out to the ute.

"What was that all about?" Lucy asked.

"They don't get many pretty girls in this town, I think," Becca laughed.

"Well, Pete's not getting both of us!" Lucy laughed. She was making a few too many comments like that. For the 50th time my brain said to my libido, "This was a very, very bad idea, dummy."

I slung about 150 pounds of bags overs my shoulders and arms and gave the key to Becca. We walked up a short staircase on the outside of the inn and into the second floor, where there was a very short hallway and three doors.

"Only three rooms in the whole place?" Lucy said, looking around.

"It's a small town, Lucy," I said, pushing open our door, "And I think we're all alone tonight, actually."

I dumped the bags on the two twin beds. It was certainly a cozy room, a whole lot like a room I used to stay in at my grandmother's house when I was young; all perfectly made, low-ceilings, and little doilies on the beside tables.


You'll See, Lucy



"Alright, I'll take this one then," Lucy said, taking her bags from the pile and opening them up on the bed nearest to the door. I glanced over the contents of the big suitcase she opened and my loins stirred anew as I spied her sexy underwear and lacy bras. I quickly turned away.

"Do you have a backpack, Lucy?" I asked, opening some of my own things to start packing for the trip. I hated packing last minute.

"I've got one like this," Lucy said apologetically, holding up a sort of urban street-bag. She shrugged, and I chuckled.

"Probably won't do it, babe," Becca chimed in, coming out of the bathroom, "And by the way, that's the cutest bathroom I've ever seen."

"Do you have any extras or anything?" Lucy winced. I shrugged.

"We'll see what we can do. You'll need to carry your share, but I think we can spread it around fairly well if that's all you have to take things in. Just...pack as light as you possibly can, and I can carry most of your things," I offered.

"Alright, I'll make it real easy on you," Lucy laughed, starting to set out a few things, "But first I think I need a shower. Auckland was pretty warm when I left."

She walked into the tiny bathroom and closed the door. I heard her turn on the water, then looked over at Becca.

"Wanna wander down for a nightcap?" I asked. It was almost midnight by that time.

"No thanks, I'm gonna finish up here. It always takes me years to pack correctly for these trips," she said, rummaging through her suitcase and unfolding her big frame pack from the bottom of it. I left my packing until later and went down to the bar. It was quiet by that time, with the barkeep leaning on the bar watching the recap of the day's rally races on the sports channel. He roused himself as I walked up and had a seat, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder and rubbing his hands on it.

"What'll it be, mate?" he quipped, getting out a glass from under the bar.

"Your favorite," I said. He smiled as he topped off my glass with a Monteith's Original and set it in front of me. I raised my glass to him with a smile and turned to watch the television with the others. I talked with the old-timers about news and happenings for a while, and after two beers and an hour I bid goodnight to all the regulars and wandered back up to the room. I was surprised to find it empty. Becca's suitcase was all packed up again, and her big backpack (now full), leaned against the far wall next to the bed. Lucy's things were still spread out on the bed, though a little more haphazardly than they were when I left. I shrugged. They'd probably gone out to enjoy the stars. Suddenly needing to pee after the two beers, I opened the bathroom door.

"AAA!"

"AAAAAA!"

I slammed the door shut again. "Jesus! Sorry! Sorry, I thought you were out," I apologized. Laughter came from within.

"It's alright," Lucy managed to get out, "I guess I have been in here a while. I just wanted to shave and wax everything nicely before I went out without running water for a week."

"Ah, I see," I said. But in truth, all I could see in my mind's eye was Lucy, as naked as the day she was born, powdering her freshly-waxed pussy as she sat on the edge of the tub, her big tits hanging heavily. She had shrieked in surprise and covered her crotch and bosom as I'd entered, but not fast enough to prevent me getting an eyeful.

"Well, turn and face the wall or something, I forgot my towel on the bed," she said, opening the door as she talked. She covered herself as she had tried to before, and scampered quickly over to the bed, where she wrapped herself in a baby-blue towel. It was way too short, and she immediately had to sit down on the bed and cross her legs to keep from giving me another free show. She laughed, flushed with embarrassment. "On second thought, can you please step out for a moment? I think that might be easier," she laughed.

"I agree," I chuckled. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

"And Pete?" she called softly.

"Yeah?"

"Um, don't tell Becca about this," she giggled. I just laughed and closed the door. I moved from the hallway outside to the top of the stairway leading down to the small gravel parking lot where the ute was resting. I met Becca coming up the stairs. I'd been half-right about the stars.

"Where's Lucy?" she asked, looking back into the hallway.

"She's drying off. Wanted some privacy to dress," I said truthfully.

"Oh, OK," Becca said. A half-second later, Lucy came out of the room. She wore a pair of flannel boxers and a big, loose-fitting pink t-shirt, mismatched. Cute as can be, she padded over to the railing beside us, her bra-less breasts swinging and bouncing under her nightshirt, her nipples poking out in the cool air. She went between us and leaned on the railing.

"So when do we leave in the morning?" she asked both of us.

"Seven," I said.

"Nine," Becca answered. We looked at each other with a little glare.

"Eight, apparently," I said. Lucy laughed.

"Then I'm going to bed. Goodnight kiddies," she said, waving behind her as she walked back into our room and closed the door. 

"I'm only 3 years younger than you, ya know!" Becca called after her, laughing. We both turned back to the railing and looked up at the stars for a moment.

"I guess we should get to bed too, baby," she said softly, scratching lightly at my arm. I groaned inside. I was so pumped full of hormones after walking in on Lucy that I had been hoping that Becca would suggest a midnight tryst on the stairway. She was usually ready to go whenever, just about as often as I was. Perhaps the proximity of a family member had pushed her libido to the curb for a moment. Problem was, it was going to be hard to find time to sneak off and take care of things myself for the next week.

This is going to be a looooong week, I thought to myself. I followed Becca back to the bedroom and fell sound asleep in her arms. I dreamed of Lucy.

*****

"Come on, Lucy, we've got a long drive ahead of us!" Becca called up the stairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Jeez you two are impatient. Didn't you get the memo about mornings lasting until noon?" She rounded the top of the steps carrying her little backpack, stuffed to bursting with all the things she couldn't bear to leave behind on the trip. I had already carried her 80-pound suitcase down the steps for her. I'd hate to have started the trip with a 26-year-old girl paralyzed after falling down a flight of rickety wooden stairs.

"Got everything?" I asked her, taking the piece of toast she offered me. She was busy eating another, left over from our big breakfast at the inn. I crunched it down as I watched her toss her little backpack into the back of the ute. It looked like a balloon about to burst as I tied everything down with ropes and pulled the tarpaulin over the bed. Today she was dressed more sensibly, especially for the weather, which had turned rather gray and drizzly. I was dressed in shorts and my Limmers with a flannel shirt rolled up to the elbows. Becca and Lucy both wore tight t-shirts and jeans with sneakers. They piled into the cab before me, and as I got in I couldn't help but marvel for half a moment at the four big beautiful breasts lined up in a row across the seat. Their differences were noticeable, but fantastic. Becca's were big, round, and quite firm, hanging heavy but high on her chest. Lucy's by contrast, were huge melons that strained and stretched at her t-shirt. Not so high on her chest, but still round and soft as pillows. I found myself remembering vividly the picture of her naked body in my mind as I climbed into the ute. My cock began to harden in my pants, and I was glad to be sitting. Lucy was in the middle again. I cursed to myself.

"What was that?" Becca asked, having not heard.

"All set!" I said. I'd actually muttered "Aw shit". This was a sweet temptation I didn't need. Not from my love's big sister. I don't know if Lucy knew she was having an unintentional effect on me or what, but she crossed her legs and sat with her back pressed warmly against me, both legs on the left side of the stick (remember what side of the car we drive on down here). Her warm little body pressed against my hard, muscled arm was bad enough, but at least it wasn't her tits. I sighed with relief as I started up the ute and backed out of the lot, gravel crunching. I waved to the barkeep, who stood in the doorway to see us off, and climbed through the gears as I headed off down the winding road, back towards Christchurch. We passed the city in another couple hours, and then before us was nothing but white-capped mountains, verdant green farmlands dotted with sheep, and sparkling braided rivers. Holes through the clouds to the deep blue beyond were common as we drove across the Canterbury Plains, but as we drove south and nearer to the mountains, the gloom of a Southern Alps thunderstorm persisted. I leaned forward on the wheel and looked up at the sky.

"Is it always like this?" Lucy asked, leaning on the dash next to me and looking out at the threatening clouds. I chuckled.

"Welcome to New Zealand!" I said. I hoped inwardly that such weather wouldn't hold for the entire trip. I doubted Lucy had sufficient rain gear, if any, in that tiny little pack. I knew she hadn't given me any to carry for her.

It was a 7 hour drive through alternately bullet-straight and snake-winding roads into and around the mountains. We passed huge lakes of blue with white mountains beyond, the dark clouds looming over all. Finally, I turned onto a dirt road in a wide, green valley. We'd been passing huge side-valleys for an hour or so, each one looking more inviting than the last, with snow-capped mountains marching off into the distance on either side, reaching up above the clouds and into the sunlight. The gravel once again crunched under the ute's tires as we climbed the steep hill in low gear. At the top was a small, cozy house of pine logs. A clay chimney spouted a thin wisp of gray smoke into the still air. I parked next to a red four-wheeler and a gray ute not unlike the one we were driving ourselves. No sooner had I turned off the engine and hopped out than the door had banged open and out strode my old Aunt Barbara. She wore an apron, and she was overly warm from standing over the stove, preparing for our arrival. She gave me a huge hug, then bestowed the same on Becca and Lucy as I introduced them. My Uncle Walt was waiting at the door, pipe clamped in his teeth, to greet me with a firm handshake and hug. It had been 10 years since I'd seen my aunt and uncle.

We stayed one marvelous evening at their homey little cottage in the mountains. From the small square of front lawn we could see the winding and interlacing tendrils of the river down below, and green farmland with obligatory sheep. We played with their old retired sheepdog, Ryan, who happily chased Frisbees until it was too dark to see. We watched the last rays of sun go down through the mountains behind the house, then headed inside. Dinner, of course, was a veritable banquet of delicious local foods and we all ate ourselves to bursting. Afterwards we sat around in the small, cozy living room, close to the fire as the night cooled. As we talked of life in America, life in New Zealand, and all the years we'd missed, Becca nestled close on my right, and Lucy on my left, sound asleep.

"Well Pete, you'd betta get t'bid. Gotta long tramp ahead'a ya tomarra'." Walt said, rising slowly. Ryan followed him to the back door be let out. At his voice, Becca roused and blinked her eyes slowly. She stood up and started towards the little bedroom that had been made up for the three of us. I looked down at Lucy, curled up and asleep with her head on my shoulder, breathing deeply.

"She won't wake up, Peter. You'll have to give her a ride in here," Becca murmured from the doorway, rubbing her eyes. My mind wandered at her choice of words, but she was right; Lucy was a really deep sleeper. I was able to put an arm around her and gather her up with my other arm behind her knees without ever waking her. She just sort of clung with her arms around my neck and made no other indication that she was awake. I lay her in the queen-size bed, and she rolled over and buried her head in the pillow. That night, Becca slept between us. I loved the feel of her warm body next to mine, but once again I dreamed of Lucy that night, same as the night before. In my dream, she rode me deep and slow, her hands on my chest, her big tits bouncing and swaying...

*****

I was awakened early by the sound of Barbara preparing breakfast for us. I crept out of bed as quietly as possible to let the two beauties I'd just slept the night with sleep a little while longer. I unpacked the ute and lined our backpacks up along the wall outside, ready to go. The ute itself I parked out of the way, next to the old barn. The morning was foggy, and a slight drizzle fell. The sky promised colder weather, even if it was high summer. Walt joined me on the front porch in looking at the sky.

"Ya know Pete, you and the girls are welcome to stay until the weather clears on up. Shouldn't be but a couple days," he muttered, smoking his pipe.

"Thanks Walt, but if we leave now, we'll be at the springs when the weather gets clear," I said with a smile, "It's not far." Walt simply nodded. Back inside, the girls were awake and dressed, much to my surprise, and were already being nearly force-fed by the doting Aunt Barbara. A full Kiwi breakfast awaited me on the table, and I wolfed it down with such relish that Barbara served me a second helping before I had finished swallowing the first. After clean-up and a few goodbyes, we shouldered our packs and tightened down all the lashings.

"Oof!" Lucy said, heaving the dense little pack onto her back.

"Oh hush, girl. Pete's carrying 80 pounds!" Becca said.

"Yeah, well, Pete's also 6'3" and is about double my weight. So you hush," Lucy laughed. I showed Lucy how to lace her boots so she wouldn't get blisters in the damp weather. Walt offered to lend her a slicker to keep out some of the damp, and she took it gratefully, already cold and wet standing outside of the cabin.

"How far today?" Lucy asked, looking off into the rainforest that climbed the mountainside behind the cottage. A thin path began at the edge of the small back yard, and disappeared into the dark, moss-covered forest.

"Oh, about 20 kays," I said, looking off into the swirling mists above us. I looked over at Lucy. She had her eyes closed, doing the conversions.

"Little over 12 miles, Lucy," Becca laughed.

"Thanks," Lucy said sheepishly, adjusting her pack.

"Have fun, you kids," Walt said, waving from the back porch with Barbara. We gave a wave, and disappeared into the forest. All at once the intense green of the native New Zealand bush jumped up all around us, and we had traveled 250 million years back in time. The forest, by comparison to the broad leaf and pine forests of the American east and west, seemed decidedly prehistoric. I led the way into the brooding trees, and looking behind past my two companions I could see the back yard of my uncle's place as if through a doorway, bright by comparison to us, under the dense, low canopy. Birds, strange to me after so many years away, flitted about above us, and every once in a while ran across the path in front of us. The tui, that lovable New Zealand mimic, sang to us as we walked, and the fantails fluttered behind us, gulping up the tiny bugs we disturbed in our wake. The girls were silent and breathing heavy due to the steep climb. We had to watch our footing on the slippery rocks and moss, which hung from every rock and tree as thick as pillows. My lug soles crunched on the gravel.

"There's not much more of this," I said over my shoulder.

"Thank GOD," they chorused. I chuckled. We hadn't even started yet.

"Another mile or so of switchbacks up this incline, then we drop down over the toe of the range and meet up with the Paradise Mine road. From there we follow the road to where it stops near the old mine. We'll camp there for the night. It's quite a ways," I explained. We had stopped at the beginning of another switchback, and I was showing them some points on a map. We trudged on again, our boots sometimes nearly disappearing into the mud.

"Paradise Mine?" Lucy said.

"That's what they called it. Ever seen a mine before?" I answered.

"Only in movies and from the road, like those big pits in Arizona," Lucy said.

"Well, this is an underground mine. There's a couple shafts high up on the mountain that reach down into the ore, and there's one tunnel near the valley floor. We'll be camping near the tunnel," I said.

"How big is it?" Becca chimed in.

"Not that big, but a whole lot bigger than it looks from the outside. Problem was, the country was so rugged and the rock so bad that after a few cave-ins and fatal accidents, plus a crash in gold prices, the mine was abandoned before they really got going. They just piled up and piled up their ore, and it was never shipped. It's still there," I said, motioning with my hands the size of the ore dump. They murmured curiosity behind me. "If you girls are good, I'll find you some gold," I said with a smile, looking back at them.

The rest of the hike passed uneventfully, besides the absorption of the breathtaking beauty of the land. Many views were had along the way as we followed first the rugged pack trail, then the rugged, 100-year-old mine road. We stopped for lunch where the road crossed a tributary of the main river down below us, and arrived at the mine around supper time. Becca, who was good at using my Whisperlite stove, started our dinner of rice, meat, and vegetables while I set up our camp on a flat near where the mine road ended. After I finished, I wandered up towards the open tunnel, where cool air flowed out of the dark, narrow cavern in an ominous fashion. A set of thin rails led to a steep slope near the road. I turned over a few rocks and found what I was looking for. Returning to the camp where the girls were busy cooking, I hid the stones behind my back.

"Now close your eyes," I said, holding out my two closed hands.

"Oo good! I always get something good when I'm told to close my eyes," Lucy said, kneeling in front of my with Becca. I stopped to take in the scene of the two girls kneeling at my feet, sitting on their heels, eyes closed. My cock stirred again. God, I needed relief! "One for you...and one for you," I said, dropping the marble-sized stones into their open palms. They opened their eyes and squealed with delight as they marveled at the little treasures I'd given them: thin, tree-like leaves of native gold encased in glass-clear chunks of quartz, raw ore from this secret, abandoned mine.

"Peter, thank you! This has to be the neatest little thing anyone has ever given me," Lucy beamed, giving me a big hug. I blushed, and Becca rolled her eyes and grinned at me.

"Thank you Pete," she giggled, giving me a kiss. While the girls put the finishing touches on dinner, I set about collecting what dry wood I could find. This was not an easy task, being that we were hiking through a temperate rainforest, but I managed to collect a small pile of dry twigs and grass. I supplemented it from a pile of broken and rotting timbers that had been for use as supports in the mine long ago. As I stacked up the wood and lit the little blaze, Lucy and Becca doled food out into our respective little plastic bowls. Soon, we all sat around a crackling fire, fully satiated, with the little wisp of bluish smoke rising towards the night sky. A deep blue had overtaken the bright azure of day, and stars were beginning to show. Becca snuggled with me against a tree, and Lucy sat across from us on the other side of the fire. We were silent for a period, spellbound by the play of light on the trees and rocks, as well as on each other. As Becca appeared to doze and Lucy looked deeply into the fire as if mesmerized, I took the time to fully take in the splendor of her body. I could barely tear my eyes from her sultry curves and straining breasts. The tiny shorts she wore clung to her hips and ass like a wet tissue, and her face was utterly beautiful in the firelight as her brown hair fell about it. I couldn't help but think maybe I'd chased the wrong sister, and kicked myself for even saying it in my mind. Lucy looked up at me, and our eyes met for a moment too long. She smiled and looked away, then shivered slightly and looked over my shoulder. The small tunnel entrance was darker than dark, and the night air was twice as cold as it poured like a liquid from the portal. Lucy hugged her knees.




You'll See, Lucy



"How long ago did you say this was mined?" She asked quietly. Becca stirred as the conversation shifted to something she was interested in. I looked back over my shoulder at the tunnel, about 20 meters away and slightly uphill from us. 

"The Paradise? It closed down about 103 years ago, in 1904. Like I said, gold prices crashed, and, well, some men died," I said. I bit my lip as soon as I saw the expression on Lucy's face. Oops. I had mentioned an accident before, but they had been distracted.

"What happened?" she asked, eyes wide. Becca was now sitting up and looking up at the tunnel as well. As the darkness gathered, they were getting a bit freaked out. I was starting to think we definitely should have camped elsewhere. Personally, I had been inside the mine. I'd seen the tunnels and drifts, the shafts and chutes, and the stopes. And, unfortunately, the caves-ins. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Well," I began, trying to make it sound as harmless as possible, "They were stoping out this one section of the ore, meaning they were making a big room with pillars to keep the roof up, and, well, they didn't really know what they were doing. They didn't leave enough supports, and the rock wasn't very strong...and a big area caved in, way back in the back of the mine. It trapped....a few miners."

"How many?" Becca asked.

"Just a few," I said. They both looked at me. "Um, 15 or 16," I said quietly. 

"God that's so awful," Becca said sadly, still looking at the tunnel and obviously not thinking what she was saying. Lucy just stared and scooched closer to the fire. They were both silent for a moment, then Becca asked the question I'd been dreading.

"Did they ever get them out?" she said in a small voice.

"Well, not before they died. Those that weren't crushed were suffocated," I said.

"And after they died?" Lucy asked, looking at me with wider eyes.

"Yes," I said, too quickly. They both looked at me again. "Well, no, not exactly. No."

"Then....then they're still in there?" Lucy said in a sort of tiny voice.

"Oh, girls come on. It was 103 years ago. I'm sure there aren't even any bones left, what with all the water that flooded the mine," I said.

"They drowned too?" Becca said.

"No! The mine wasn't flooded until a couple years after it closed," I said, slightly annoyed.

"So their bodies would still have been there when the water came," Becca whispered.

"Becca, you're-" I began, then stopped suddenly as I noticed Lucy had practically crawled into my lap.

"I think I'd like to go into the tent now," she said, looking at me with big eyes.

"Me too," Becca said, "That mine is freaking me out. I feel like it's looking at me."

"Becca, it's a hole in a rock. It's not looking at you," I said, rolling my eyes and getting up to scoop some dirt onto the fire.

"I know but it feels like I'm being watched by it, like those old miners are sitting just inside there, and they're-"

"Becca, knock it off! You're scaring your sister," I said, cutting her off. Lucy was shivering and hugging herself, staring up at the tunnel as if she expected the legions of hell to come streaming from the portal to carry her off into the underworld. I finished dousing the fire and escorted the girls back to the tent. Becca pulled off her boots in the vestibule and jumped right in, but Lucy hesitated, still looking at the mine portal and shivering.

"Peter?" she said, in an embarrassed sort of way, "I, um, have to pee."

I switched on my headlamp and handed her my spare torch.

"Then go on. There's some nice trees that way," I said, motioning. I knew what was coming next.

"I'm scared," she whimpered. I looked at her in the glow of my lamp. She wasn't kidding. The poor girl was shaking, 26 years old or no. I poked my head into the tent.

"Becca..." I began.

"You take her. I'm not going out there again till I can see the Sun," she said, already in her sleeping bag.

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. I walked with Lucy over to a little stand of trees. She stood there shivering, not sure what to do. Something told me she hadn't peed in the woods in quite some time.

"OK, um, just turn around or something. Don't leave," Lucy said. I turned my back and played the light around on the trees for her comfort while she squatted in the grass and did her business. A few moments later and I heard her stand up. "OK, I'm done," she said. I turned around just in time to get a flash of an oh-so-perfect ass as she pulled up her little shorts. No panties. My cock lurched, despite the situation being far from intimate in my taste. She hurried ahead of me back to the tent and toed off the little flip-flops she had brought for padding around camp. I pulled off my big boots and crawled inside as well. It was a spacious for a 2-person tent, but used as a 3-person it was almost too cozy. I was glad that the night was cool, or else the proximity of all that hot flesh might have made me sweat to my death. Becca had laid out her sleeping bag and pad furthest from the tunnel entrance, on the other side of the tent. I moved to position myself closest to her, as I was used to doing, when Lucy planted her tush there.

"Can I sleep in the middle?" she asked, still clearly frightened. I nodded.

""Sure, sure you can. I don't mind," I said, feeling quite sorry for her. My fears of her being in over her head on this trip was starting to come back, even though she had held her own quite well on the trail that day. She got into her sleeping bag in a t-shirt and her shorts, and snuggled down on a pillow made up of my jacket stuffed into a sack. She turned over towards Becca and nestled in. I pulled off my own clothing down to my boxers and slithered into my sleeping bag with what space was left in the tent. Having no nighttime fears of my own concerning the tunnel and its sad ghosts, I drifted quickly off to sleep.

I'm not sure how long it was, but it couldn't have been more than an hour or so when I was awakened by a poke in my shoulder. The poke became a gentle shake as I stirred.

"Peter?" came a soft female voice. It was Lucy.

"Lucy? What is it? What's wrong?" I said, blinking my eyes in spite of the pitch blackness.

"I don't know, but I'm absolutely freezing," she whispered back. I could hear her teeth chattering.

"You need to get more skin in contact with the bag. It's down, so it will keep you warm if you let it. Just take your shorts and shirt off," I muttered sleepily, turning over on my side to face her. I could see her eyes shining in the slight silvery moonlight that filtered in through the walls of my tent. She said nothing.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm not wearing anything under them," she whispered, embarrassed.

"Why not?" I said, still a little sleepy.

"I left all my bras and panties behind to save weight. I didn't think I'd need them," she whispered. I paused, becoming fully awake.

"Well, you're still in your bag. Just take them off and put them in the bottom of your bag. Then they'll be nice and warm in the morning for you to put on," I whispered. She paused a moment.

"OK," she said. I saw her teeth flash in a little smile. She rustled slightly in the bag as she took of her shorts and shirt and pushed them to the bottom of her bag with her feet. "All done. Wow, that really is warmer," she said, rustling in her bag again.

"Glad to hear it," I whispered, "Goodnight." I turned onto my other side to face away from her.

"Thanks Peter. Goodnight," she whispered back. Then my heart leaped into my throat as she spooned close to me and gave me a little kiss on the ear. She suddenly paused as both of us tensed, and rolled to spoon on Becca. I relaxed a little, but the burn of that little kiss stayed with me until morning. So did the feel of her hot ass on my back, warming me through the down of the bag. I dreamed of her again that night, and was a little surprised to find no mess in my boxers when I awoke.

****************

When I did awake, it was just as the sun was peeking over the mountain range to the east. A few rays filtered down through the trees and stole into the tent. As I sat up and blinked, I could hear the trickle of water running in the nearby creek, and was suddenly unbearably thirsty. I licked my lips and looked around. The two angels beside me were still sleeping peacefully, their matching brown hair splayed out over their makeshift pillows. I carefully unzipped the tent door and stood up outside to pull on my pants. I wandered down through the woods to the creek in the chill morning air to take a deep drink of the cool water and wash my face. Upon my return I found Becca standing a little ways from the tent, looking at the tunnel entrance once more and blowing little puffs of steam.

"Doesn't look quite so threatening in the sunlight," she laughed, noticing me as I walked up. I just smiled and walked over to the tent to grab a shirt. I found Lucy still in her bag, the edge pulled up over her face.

"Rise and shine, Lucy. A new day is upon us, and a good distance to tramp as well! Just think of those hot springs at the end!" I said, shaking her soft shoulder through the bag. She groaned.

"I hate waking up. I was having the most wonderful dreams," she mumbled into her pillow.

"Oh yeah? What about?" I asked, pulling on a shirt.

"Oh...nothing. I can't really remember," she lied. She began to rustle in her bag, pulling her clothing up from the bottom with her feet. She wrestled with the garments until she managed to pull on her shirt, then sat up. I stepped out of the tent and found Becca already getting out the little stove to make breakfast.

"Hope you like oatmeal," I called back to Lucy, looking back towards the tent as I said so. The words nearly caught in my mouth. Through the mosquito netting of the tent door, I could see her pulling on her shorts. She had crawled out of her bag and rolled onto her back, flipping her legs up over her head to pull her shorts over her hips. My imagination filled in the fuzziness of the netting, and I got an eyeful of that sweet, smooth pussy. I swallowed hard.

"Love it!" she said, rolling up to a sitting position. She smiled at me through the tent as if she'd known I'd been watching. I blushed and turned away to help Becca with breakfast. We boiled water and ate our meal while she laughed about the night before. We packed up quickly, and before we left I led them up to the portal to have a look inside. Cool air still drifted out. About 10 meters inside, the tunnel was completely caved with large boulders. Air seeped through the cracks from the workings deeper inside.

"Don't think anything's getting through that, girls. It all caved in when I was a boy," I said with a laugh, turning to lead them back to the trail and on to our destination.

"Still, thanks for being our big protector," Lucy giggled, giving me a big hug.

"Yeah, and for guarding her from ghosts while she took a piss," Becca joked. We all laughed and Lucy blushed.

The second day was shorter than the first, though not by much. Eighteen kilometers passed under our boots before the mountains finally loomed straight up before us, their shoulders in snow and their heads in the clouds. We had come to the head of the valley, a large, flat expanse of green meadows and stands of tall trees at the headwaters of the river. Across the flat in the evening sun we could see tall, wispy waterfalls cascading from the snowy peaks and converging with others to form the sinuous braided stream that wound its way through the green and down the valley. I pointed to the base of some limestone cliffs ahead as we walked across the soft, dark earth of the meadows and forest stands.

"That's where we're headed for the night. That's our secret springs. The girls both looked at each other with big smiles, excited to finally be done with the journey.

At the base of the white cliffs a huge overhang loomed over a stand of trees and dry soil, making a cul-de-sac 30 meters deep and 20 wide, with a vaulted ceiling open to the sky 40 meters above. We dropped our packs against the rocks and I sat heavily down on one. The girls dropped their packs as well and collapsed prostrate on the soft green and burgundy grasses under the overhang. Lucy's voluptuous chest heaved, and Becca's brow was covered with sweat. The humidity had increased dramatically in the closed basin, as not a whole lot of wind moved through that particular part. My shirt clung to my chest.

"Hot springs?" I laughed, standing over the gasping girls. Becca scoffed, and Lucy groaned.

"I can't even think something hot right now. Where's the icebox in all this wilderness?" Becca breathed, looking up at the reddening sky.

"How far did we go today?" Lucy asked, rolling her head to look at me where I had sat down next to my pack. I unstrapped the tent and began to unroll it to let it air out. I thought for a second, doing my conversions.

"Eleven miles," I answered, giving her a big smile. She groaned.

"Can we charter a helicopter to fly us out of here?" Becca joked.

"I would, but I don't think my cell would have any bars," I said straight-faced. Becca rolled to a sitting position and stuck her tongue out at me. "Love you too, babe. You know, you two could make yourselves useful here," I said, gesturing to my cookware that I had pulled out of the pack.

"Are we going to get pretty little stones out of it this time?" Lucy asked, opening the nesting set of pots and setting out the stove.

"I'll think up something nice to give you both," I answered. My mind swam with all the things I would have liked to "give" to both of those girls at that moment. My heart screamed. Becca's touch on my shoulder jerked me back to reality.

"You alright, Peter?" she asked softly. I made a furtive glance at Lucy, then quickly hoped Becca hadn't noticed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked, trying to make it sound casual.

"You seem a little...distracted...lately," she said, baiting me. I just shrugged.

"Don't know what to say. I'm on the ball as far as I can tell," I said.

"Alright. Well, just let me know," she said, walking over to help Lucy. Let her know what? I thought to myself. By the time the tent was set up and the bags rolled out inside, the Sun was just dipping below the surrounding mountains. As I collected some dry wood for the night's fire, I looked about at the natural splendor that abounded around us. Mist was filling the valley, born of the several large waterfalls that poured in from the mountains, and in the low-angle sunlight it was even more astounding. The entire valley glowed as if the mist was made of gold dust.

"Hey girls, come look at this!" I called back to camp. A minute or so later, Lucy showed up at my side. I jumped, and she smiled at me. "Where's Becca?" I asked. Lucy pointed at the tent.

"Passed out. I was about a half-second away from joining her when you called," she said, turning back to the vista and folding her arms over her chest.

"Out? We haven't even eaten yet!" I laughed. Lucy seemed not to hear me.

"This really is beautiful," she said. Then, with a sigh, she hooked her arm into mine and lay her head on my shoulder. I tensed for a moment, then relaxed. "Thanks for bringing me along, Peter. I know it must be weird bringing the city-slicker girl out into your private paradise, but I want you to know I really appreciate it," she said. Lucy gave my arm a squeeze, with a lingering touch as she left and walked back towards the tent. My heart was clattering away like a diesel engine, and once again the spot she had touched burned like a pleasant fire. I turned with my armload of sticks and went back to camp. Becca slept on while Lucy and I prepared a spot of dinner, talking quietly all the while. She told me a bit about her job, her recent marriage, and life in general. She was a happy young woman, married in her prime when she was ready, and as far as I could tell was enjoying her life as a working wife to a stay-at-home husband. I had never met Mike, the lucky man, but I gathered that he was...well, he was lucky. I watched Lucy move about the camp, dressed in flip-flops, shorts, and a light t-shirt. And now, knowing that she didn't even have underwear with her, I watched her even more closely. When she bent over to pick something up, the fabric pressed tight against her perfect ass, and once or twice I could have sworn I saw her sweet, fat little pussy outlined in those shorts. Her chest moved almost too much, and I burned my finger on the stove as a consequence of paying too much attention to them. I constantly had to change the position of my legs to hide my massive erection. Was she teasing me? It felt like it. I had been teased and flirted with many many times before, and this felt alarmingly like I was being heavily flirted with. Not only that, but it was almost in the style of her sister Becca; a style I fell completely in love with. A lump formed in my throat as she bent over close in front of me, and practically waved her big tits in my face as if to say, "See? Look how much nicer mine are!". I was so relieved when Becca woke up at the smell of food that I gave her a huge hug for no reason. Lucy looked mildly disappointed. Was it still my imagination? Everything she had done could have been all in my head up to that point. But that was all about to change, sooner than I could ever have thought. Or hoped.

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Sun filtered in through the tent. Another day to be faced. To be enjoyed. I rolled over to my right, and there was Lucy. She had made another excuse and been rebuffed by Becca. But in the night, when Becca rolled over and Lucy had gone out to use the bushes, she had come back and taken her spot. Next to me. I had a bit of trouble falling asleep after that, but eventually I did, only to see her again in my dreams. Every night it was the same. Becca watching close by, and Lucy riding me, her hands on my chest, her big, firm tits bouncing as she stroked her tight little pussy up and down my shaft. I awoke once during the night just in time to save my sleeping bag a dry cleaning. I fell asleep thinking hard about mines and geology, and that seemed to work for the few hours left until sunrise. And as the Sun crept in, I looked on Lucy as she slept, her dark hair splayed out over the pillow, her perfectly cute and symmetrical features framed by some stray locks. She had a small, contented grin on her face. What was she dreaming about? Was she looking down on me between her bouncing breasts, feeling my cock thrusting deep into her...

Suddenly, she stirred and opened her eyes a crack. She smiled sleepily at me and nuzzled her face into the covers. I almost felt as if she had heard me thinking. She looked at me again.

"Did you have pleasant dreams?" she whispered. Behind her Becca slept on. I shrugged half-heartedly and nodded.

"They were alright," I lied.

"Was I in any?" she whispered again with a coy smile. She was flirting again. My stomach felt warm and slightly sick with a mix of fear and excitement. I didn't answer fast enough. She grinned again and giggled softly into her hand. "I hope I lived up to expectations," she said with a wink.

"Lucy-" I started.

"Shh," she said, putting a finger to my lips, "You'll wake Becca." I quieted, not sure what to make of this new turn. My sleep-stupor had not yet worn off, and I wasn't quite sure if I was still dreaming or not. She paused a second, her furtive eyes darting behind her. Becca's breathing was deep and even. Lucy gently and silently moved closer to me until she was nestled right against my chest, our noses nearly touching. Her eyes sparkled, and I could feel her heart beating just as fast as mine. Her eyes locked with mine. "Do you want me?" she whispered softly, silently unzipping her bag on my side. Flesh appeared, and she ran her hand over her curves.

"What?" I gasped.




You'll See, Lucy



"Peter, come on," she said again.

"What? I-"

"Pete!" said Becca. I sat bolt upright. The Sun was high, and Becca was shaking me. I was the last one awake in the tent. Becca laughed at me, her pretty face lighting up in the way I always loved. "Nightmares?" she laughed.

"You might say that," I said, rubbing my eyes. I looked past Becca. Lucy was tending the boiling water for breakfast. She looked at me and smiled as I stood up from the tent and pulled on my shorts.

"Thought you might sleep the day away, lazy-bones," she laughed. In a way, I wish I had. The day was not unlike my dream, whether I thought it good or bad. After breakfast, we unpacked what we didn't need for a day-hike, and I took them on the grand tour of the flowering meadows, gurgling streams, and pounding, roaring waterfalls. Mid-afternoon found us below one such waterfall in a steep-sided, heavily wooded canyon. Behind us about 100 meters was the waterfall, which cascaded over a number of large ledges before finally splashing noisily into a series of deep, clear pools. Lucy was off wandering around behind the waterfall, under the large overhang, where I had shown her a place you could find small, colorful pieces of banded agate. I had gotten rid of her purposely, having nervously avoided her all day. The morning's short dream still stuck in my mind, the image refusing to leave me. I lounged on the bank of one of the pools, tossing bits of granola onto the surface of the water, where small fish would gobble them up. Becca was nearby, eating the sandwich she had packed that morning.

"So what do you think?" Becca said, finishing her meal and dusting off her hands.

"About what?" I asked.

"Lucy," she laughed. I was immediately on alert.

"What do you mean?" 

"How do you think she's faring?" Becca clarified.

"Oh, just fine. Much better than I thought she would. She's in great shape for a city-dweller," I said.

"Yeah, she does the hamster-wheel thing like the rest of them," Becca said, "But still I envy that body."

"Why's that?" I said, tossing another piece of granola. I chuckled at the battle that ensued.

"Tits. Definitely the tits," Becca said, looking up towards the waterfall.

"I love your tits," I laughed.

"Yeah, but hers are the same only bigger. So jealous," Becca laughed, shaking her head, "Great ass too."

"Mm-hm," I said, nodding. Becca hit me playfully and laughed.

"Pervert," she giggled, jumping up and sitting in my lap. She was such a little girl that she fit very nicely. "Oo!" she cooed, jumping a bit, "Someone's a bit excited. All this talk about my sister's tits getting you hard, hmm?"

"I plead the fifth," I said, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck lightly, as she liked. She murmured a bit and reached down between her legs to rub my cock through my pants. God, it had been a long time.

"Is this an exclusive party, or can anyone attend?" Lucy laughed, climbing over the large boulders behind us. Becca jumped with a squeak, and I laughed. I wanted to answer her question honestly, but thought better of it.

"Jesus Lucy, you scared the hell out of me," Becca laughed, standing up.

"Good thing I did. What would I have walked in on in a few minutes?" Lucy laughed. She picked up her backpack and slung it over a shoulder. "I'm getting a little hungry. Care to head back to camp?" she said. It was coming up on 5 PM, and we were still 5 km from dinner. I looked Lucy over as I stood up and retrieved my own pack. She was wearing a light-blue tank top that was absolutely bursting at the seams to contain her bra-less wonders. She moved hypnotically whenever she walked, both in the chest and in the hips. I had walked behind her all day so I could watch her sway. Her breasts and cleavage glistened with sweat, as did her brow, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her smile was radiant. Not only is this girl a bombshell, I thought to myself, but I'm genuinely attracted to her. I sighed to myself, again having had the terrible thought of having picked the wrong sister.

"Did you find anything good up there?" I asked her, shouldering the bag. She held out a handful of small, wet stones.

"A little," she said. I poked through the wet stones in her outstretched palm with my fingertip.

"Actually you've found some pretty nice stuff. Those are some rare colors," I said, "Good eye!" She beamed and blushed a little, quickly putting them in her pocket.

"Well, let's head back. My feet are killing me. I can't wait for those hot springs tonight," Becca said. We had been a total of about 15 km that day, with 5 more to go. After three full days of hiking, my own feet were beginning to ache some.

"You know," I said, starting down the ravine at the front of the pack, "We could take a different way back to camp. It'll be just a tiny bit longer, and we'll go right by the hot springs." I had been keeping their location a secret for quite some time.

"I'm not hungry anymore," Lucy said quickly. I laughed.

"Hot springs it is."

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As we arrived at the springs, it was just getting on into sunset. We had hiked quickly, all of us having had a renewal of vigor, knowing that hot bubbly water was our destination. It was a strange area, one which my father had explained to me long ago. There was a fault that outcropped in the mouth of a ravine, close to some huge cliffs that towered up to the east. This fault, filled with fine silt and clay through the grinding and polishing of the great slabs of rock, made it such that water percolated up from great depths. Thin soils and impermeable bedrock in the surroundings made it so the hot water did not kill off the surrounding plant life as it does at many other hot springs, and large trees grew nearby. The ravine spilled freezing cold water into the first pool, where it mixed with the hot water from the fault. There were three pools besides that one, and they got hotter as you got away from the cold stream. The last was so hot that you could spend no more than a few minutes in at a time, and the first was a bit too chilly. The second was nice, and the third was my favorite. They were shallow, and reached to my mid-chest when I sat on the blonde-colored, sandy bottom. That evening, a layer of steam hung over the pools in the treetops. The soft bubbling of the springs and the swish of the cold stream mixed with the songs of birds in the bush for a magical feel.

"It's magical," Becca whispered.

"Funny, I was just thinking that," I said, dropping my pack against a tree. "Alright girls, before you get in, there are some ground rules. These waters are dangerous, but they're not if you just don't do two things. One, don't put your head under the water, and don't get water on your face. Two, just like in elementary school, no splashing. It could violate rule number one. So basically, you just sit and relax. No horseplay."

"Why the rules?" Lucy asked, dropping her pack beside Becca's.

"Ummm...there are some things in the water that will hurt you. Let's just leave it at that. Just follow the rules and you don't have to worry about a thing," I said.

"What, like heavy metals or something?" Lucy said, looking into one of the pools tentatively.

"No, nothing like that. My dad actually tested the waters; pretty pure. But there are some bacteria in there that can only hurt you if they get in your nose. No more questions," I said.

"Sounds easy enough," Lucy said. Then she paused and looked at Becca, who was removing her shirt and shorts. She wore a pair of sexy panties and a simple white sports bra. "Ummm..." she said.

"What?" Becca said, turning to her sister as she tied her hair back.

"I'm, ah, not wearing any underwear," Lucy said sheepishly. I nearly choked as I remembered this fact.

"Oh, brother," Becca laughed, "Well, I didn't bring any extra. Pete, you have a pair of boxers she could wear or something?"

"No, I was actually just looking," I lied, rummaging through my backpack, "All I have is some cooking supplies I for some reason forgot to take out of here. Oh, and if you're wearing silver take it off. It'll tarnish in the water."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?" Lucy laughed.

"Just wear your shirt in," Becca said, gesturing to what she was wearing.

"It's white," Lucy said.

"So's my sports bra," Becca replied.

"Both'll get ruined," I said, "Water'll kill 'em."

"This is all I have to wear!" Lucy protested.

"You only brought one shirt?" Becca said, surprised.

"I was trying to save weight," Lucy said, shrugging.

"And your pack mule thanks you," I said. They laughed. There was a silence.

"I guess we could just go in naked," Becca suggested tentatively. Thank God, I thought to myself, I didn't want to have to be the one to suggest it.

"Pete, do you mind?" Lucy asked. I shrugged, trying to sound cool about it.

"Yeah, whatever you wanna do's fine with me," I said.

"Then you have to go in the buff too, Pete!" Becca laughed, "This isn't a free show!"

"Alright, alright," I laughed, my heart pounding. They turned around, and I dropped my boxers and stepped into the pool. It was warm, almost too warm at first, and the soft sand on the bottom felt scalding on my toes. But I quickly got used to it, settling down in the water. "OK, I'm in," I called.

"Alright, close your eyes," Becca said.

"What do I have to close my eyes for you for?" I laughed.

"Because I'm getting in at the same time!" Lucy giggled. I heard delicate splashes on the other side of the small pool as the two nymphs dipped their feet into the water. "Jesus that's hot!" Lucy said.

"You'll get used it, just get in and settle down so I can open my eyes. Careful of the water," I admonished. I heard them slip down in the water, accompanied with ooo's and ahh's. 

"OK, we're in," Lucy said. I opened my eyes. The two sisters sat across from me, but our toes were close enough to touch. The water, up to the middle of the chest on me, reached a little further with the girls. Their large, buoyant tits created incredible glistening cleavage, side-by-side. Lucy, apparently a bit self-conscious, slid down so the water was up to her neck. Becca, far from bashful as you could probably tell from previous stories, stood up in the water and came over to sit next to me, nestling up close to me. I noticed for the first time on the trip that she had waxed her pussy not long ago, probably around the same time that Lucy had. The puffy, naked lips peeked from between her muscular legs. I slid a hand over her smooth thigh as she sat down next to me, seeking the extra warmth between her legs. She giggled and took my hand, placing it back on her thigh.

"Don't even think about it, mister," she whispered. I glanced over at Lucy, who had her eyes closed and her head tilted back on the deep green grass that grew around the banks of the pool. Her body was actually quite hidden under the water, due to the red-orange reflection from the setting sun. Rats, I thought to myself.

"Well ladies, I have a confession to make," I said, reaching behind me to grab my nearby pack and drag it a little closer. Lucy spoke, but didn't make a move.

"And what's that, Pete?" she said, smiling. Was she expecting something?

"I had a feeling we'd end up here before returning to camp, so I brought along a little happiness in the form of leaf and libation," I said, proudly producing a bottle of fine New Zealand red wine, a small bottle of absinthe and dulce de leche liquor. On top of that, I had with me a pack of matches and a fat, tightly-rolled joint, courtesy of my buddy Frank back in Christchurch. Lucy straightened up and opened her eyes to accept the small plastic cup I handed her. "Not exactly the Ritz, but these will have to do," I said, handing one to Becca as well.

"My goodness, Peter, you've brought along quite a spread!" Lucy laughed, reading the label on the dulce de leche.

"Spared no expense, my dears. That there came all the way from Argentina," I said proudly, working the cork out of the bottle with my knife, the way my father had taught me, "Wine?"

"Why, thank you, sir," Lucy beamed, accepting a cupful. I poured for Becca next, and myself last. "A toast!" she said, when we all had drinks in hand, "To Peter, for organizing this fine trip to paradise in the mountains, and to my dear sister Rebecca, for convincing him to invite me." I laughed at the second part.

"Drain 'em!" Becca said. We all tossed our heads back and downed the powerful wine.

"Woo!" Lucy said, licking her lips, "That's got to be the best stuff I've ever tasted."

"Personal selection," I boasted facetiously. Becca laughed.

"Pour some more, there are more toasts to be made," she said. I poured us all another round, the bottle of wine now half empty. "To Lucy! For completing the first year of a perfect marriage. Let there be many more to come."

"To Lucy!" I seconded, and we downed our drinks.

"Another!" Lucy laughed, holding out her cup.

"I'm getting there, hold your horses," I laughed.

"Wow, this stuff is hitting me already," Becca giggled, taking a luxurious whiff of her drink.

"To Mr. & Mrs. Castel, for producing two of the finest young ladies every to grace this Earth," I said, raising my cup.

"To us!" Lucy and Becca chorused, giggling. We all downed our drinks.

"Oh boy," Lucy said, her eyes wide, "That's some really good wine."

"Mmmm..." Becca purred, lolling against me.

"One more, to finish it off?" I said, holding up the nearly-empty bottle.

"Absolutely," Lucy said breathlessly, holding out her glass. I poured us all another round, dropping the last drop into Lucy's cup. "To Peter," said began.

"Him again? He already got a toast! What about me?" Becca laughed, acting offended.

"To Peter," Lucy said more forcefully, stifling a smile and looking at Becca, "For keeping my sexually-insatiable little sister in bed and out of trouble for the first time in her life. May your stamina never run out!"

"Hear, hear!" Becca said, as I looked mildly stunned. I quickly laughed, and jumped and as Becca's hand grabbed my semi-hard shaft and gave it a squeeze. I quickly hardened to titanic proportions as we downed our drinks and placed the cups on the banks.

"Ahhh...just what I needed," Lucy purred, laying her head back on the bank. Becca nuzzled me with clear intent, slowly stroking my shaft under the water, right in front of her sister. The drinks had gone right to all of our heads. "What do you have in that green bottle there, Peter?" Lucy said, "I don't think we've had enough yet."

"Neither do I! Break out the absinthe," Becca said, finally releasing my cock. Luckily, I didn't need to stand up to retrieve the bottle.

"No wormwood in this stuff, so don't worry about hallucinations. It's just got a helluva kick to it," I said, opening the bottle and taking the first shot. I passed it to Becca, who took a swig and pounded the bank, then passed it to Lucy. Lucy spluttered after her big swig.

"Whoa! That stuff is liquid fire!" She gasped, holding up the small bottle. There was only about enough for two shots apiece. Round it went again, the 160-proof spirits making our heads swim as the sun reddened and dipped behind the mountains.

"Uh-oh. Gonna get dark soon," Becca said, noticing the sudden loss of direct sunlight. It was still balmy, however, and pleasantly warm and humid next to the pools.

"That's why I also brought this," I said, producing a lantern from my bag, "Enough oil to last us all night." I put the lantern down on the bank nearby.

"Jesus Peter, you thought of everything, didn't you?" Lucy giggled, licking the last drops from the bottle of absinthe.

"Did you remember some matches for that joint?" Becca asked.

"Of course!" I said, acting affronted, "Shall we start passing that around too?"

"Oh God yes," Lucy laughed, "I'd die for a good toke right now." I lit up the joint and took the first long drag to get it cherried, and passed it to Becca. She and I would sometimes smoke before sex, and it always made it amazing. You could let go of the intellect, but still hold on to the sensory, unlike having too much alcohol. Becca took a long drag, then handed it to Lucy. "Oh my," she said, taking a deep breath, "I haven't smoked since college."

"Take it easy then," I said, "It'll hit you pretty hard." She just nodded and took a big drag.

"Hooooly shit," she moaned, closing her eyes and laying her head back, holding the joint out for me to take. We passed it around the pool three more times before it was burned down to the filter I'd put in, and by that time we were all pretty lit; relaxed, happy, philosophical, and talkative. I poured out the sweet, delicious dulce de leche, and we sipped our cups as the stars began to peek out in the navy-blue sky. I lit the lantern, the orange glow lighting the pool nicely and reflecting off the two wet beauties I shared it with. Becca was even more hands-on than ever after the joint, and was constantly holding, touching, and stroking my manhood beneath the surface. Lucy appeared not to notice the movements.

"My God, this is the life," Lucy mused, taking a sip of her drink.

"I couldn't agree more," I said, touching cups with her.

"I mean, out here in nature, ya know? Totally chill, just you and the stars and the trees and the birds, and the water...I don't know how I'll ever go back to the city. You know...you know, you and Peter have it great, sis. You know that?"

"I definitely know where you're coming from, Lucy. I mean, I wouldn't change this moment for anything. Not for the whole world. I love it out here, in places like this. Hey, Peter, remember that one time in Montana, in the Bitteroots, when we fucked on that moss-covered rock in the middle of the stream?" Becca laughed, giving my cock a squeeze.

"Ooo, tell me about that!" Lucy said, leaning forward. Becca launched into the story before I could stop her, though I didn't really want to.

"Oh, Lucy it was awesome. We were camping out in the middle of nowhere, I mean like 50 miles from the first electric light, right next to this big stream, right? And there was this full moon that was making us cast shadows like we were standing under a streetlamp or something, oh it was so fucking awesome. Anyway, so we went out onto this big rock in the middle of the stream, so we could see the stars without the trees, you know? But that was stupid, because there weren't any stars, I mean you couldn't see them because of the moon." She paused her post-joint ramblings to take a drink and giggle. "So we just started making out, right? And pretty soon were completely naked, our clothes are probably floating down to the Pacific but we didn't care...so I'm going down on him, and then I'm riding him and stuff, right there in the middle of the stream under the full moon. God, it was so hot. I felt like an Amazon goddess or something, so in control you know? I just kept telling him 'cum, baby, cum in my pussy!', and when he did...uuh! God that was so fucking hot."

She had crawled into my lap during the course of the story, and was stroking my cock almost absently, but no longer playing. Lucy had listened with rapt attention.

"Oh my God that story made me so horny," Lucy groaned, her hands unabashedly between her legs. I couldn't believe my eyes. Neither of the girls was too careful about hiding themselves now, and Lucy sat up straighter, her tits proudly above the water, begging me to stare, begging me to wrap my lips around each perfect nipple. "Tell me another one!" she said, surprising me.

"Nuh-uh, you tell me one first!" Becca laughed. "Tell me about sex as a married woman." Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Not much to tell, babe. I'm sure you have better stories than me," Lucy said, sticking her tongue out.

"Oh, come on. Are you saying he's not satisfying you? Because I can have Pete beat him up for you," Becca offering jokingly. I patted my elbow and nodded.




You'll See, Lucy



"No, no, it's not that. It's not that he's not attentive. It's just that...he won't do certain things that I really like to have done to me," Lucy said coyly.

"Like what?" I asked, endeavoring to be part of the conversation. Lucy giggled and blushed a bit.

"Oh come on, after all those drinks a few drags of the best weed I've ever had, you still can't say it?" Becca said, looking at her sister and cocking her head to the side.

"He won't...put it in my butt," Lucy said with a little smile, still embarrassed. Becca burst into fits of giggling, which quickly spread to Lucy, leaving me with my heart pounding in my chest. All I could see was Lucy's ass getting pounded. "Oh, shut up you little bitch!" Lucy laughed playfully, taking another drink, "I'm sure you don't have that problem!"

"What problem?" Becca asked, "You mean not getting fucked in the ass? I wouldn't call it a problem, persay." She looked at me and laughed a bit.

"Oh come on, tell me how he does your booty," Lucy said with a little naughty giggle, biting her lip. Becca gaped, then giggled uncontrollably with Lucy.

"He doesn't!" Becca laughed.

"He doesn't?" Lucy said, genuinely surprised.

"No! He hasn't yet, I mean I won't let him. He's asked," Becca said, looking at me and giggling.

"Multiple times," I corrected. She rolled her eyes.

"Why won't you let him?" Lucy said, poking her little sister in the arm.

"Ow! Because he's big! I'm afraid he'll hurt me," Becca said.

"Oh, come on. With that big butt of yours?" Lucy giggled, taking another drink.

"Not as big as yours. And I dunno...I guess I don't really know how, and stuff," Becca said with a shrug.

"How big is he?" Lucy asked, gesturing towards my lap, "I mean like, how wide, and how long?" Becca gestured with her hands in response.

"Oh come on, I'm not that big," I laughed.

"Well, that's what it feels like in my pussy!" Becca laughed, giving me a pointed squeeze.

"Come on, Becca, how big?" she asked again, putting her on the spot.

"Probably...I dunno, 8 inches long, and...two? Two wide? Maybe a little less?" she said, gesturing again. Lucy nodded.

"You could take him in your ass," Lucy said, "Totally."

"Eight inches?!" Becca said, then laughed.

"Yeah! If I can take 8 inches, so can you," Lucy replied.

"Oh, you've taken an 8-inch cock in your ass," Becca said disbelievingly.

"Well, OK, maybe not 8 inches. But I've taken a fair amount. It's all technique. You just have to know how," she said, taking another drink and finishing it off.

"OK then, how do you do it?" Becca said, shrugging and squeezing my cock. She was getting really excited. So was I, given the conversation topic. Having anal sex with Becca had been a fantasy of mine since our first date, and always she had refused me. It was the one thing she wouldn't do. We did role-playing (I loved her as a Catholic schoolgirl), she took facials with open eyes and open mouth, she'd do it in public, and in every position I could dream up. She would swallow load after load with a "yum!" and a smile on her face, but she wouldn't admit more than my thumb in her ass during doggy-style. Was all that about to change? Lucy rolled her eyes at Becca's question.

"It's kinda like riding a bike, honey. Reading about how to do it isn't going to make it so that you can do it right! I just have to...do it!" Lucy said. Becca giggled as she looked first at me, then at Lucy.

"Right now?" she laughed. We were all laughing now, the infectious giggled taking over as the drugs wound their way through our brains. "I'm not gonna do it right now!" Becca laughed.

"Why not?" Lucy laughed.

"Because! Because you're right here, and I don't know what I'm doing and he'll hurt me! That's why!" Becca laughed.

"Oh come on, I'll show you. If I show you first, then will you do it? You're 23 years old, it's time you became a woman, for Christ's sake," Lucy giggled. My heart was pounding. Being heavier and of greater tolerance, I wasn't quite as addled as the two nymphs. But Lucy was serious. Did she just offer what I think she did? My mind asked.

"How are you gonna show me?" Becca said, still holding my cock and stroking slowly. I think she knew exactly what her sister meant, and it was turning her on. A lot. I could feel her heat on my thigh as she squirmed with excitement in my lap.

"Weeeelllll, if you'd be a loving sister and lend me your boyfriend for a little while, I'll show you eeeeverything you need to know," Lucy said coyly, dropping her chin and batting her eyes.

"Only if you promise to give him back," Becca said. But she said it to me, a big grin on her face. I started to stammer.

"Oh come on," Lucy said, crawling across the shallow pool to nestle up by my side, opposite her sister, "You've been giving me bedroom eyes since you walked in on me in the bathroom. You know you want me." I blinked a few times and pinched my arm with a free hand. Lucy giggled, and I felt her hot hand wrap around my cock, just below her sister's. "Not dreaming," she laughed. She put a hand on my face and turned me towards her, wrapping an arm around the back of my neck as we kissed passionately, our tongues intertwining. Becca gasped with excitement and squeezed me tightly. God, I had no idea she would have gotten off on watching me kiss another girl, especially Lucy! My mind swam. The combo of the drugs, alcohol, and anticipation was almost too much to bear.

Lucy released me, and I turned to receive the same type of kiss from Becca. Lucy let out a soft moan as she began to stroke my cock slowly.

"God, that's a nice cock," she murmured.

My tip was peeking up from the waters by that time, and Lucy looked hungrily at it, though still apprehensive to put her face so close to the water. Blind with passion, but still cautious. I could respect that, but also realized that for things to go any further, we needed to beach. I reached behind myself and braced my hands on the sharp bank, hoisting my body out of the water. I sat on the bank, my legs still in the steaming pool, a girl sitting by each foot. They followed my movements, and ended up nestled close to one another between my knees, mouths poised over my cock. Becca gave incredible oral. She would go slow and deep, shallow and quick, with and without hands, and everything in between, always with her eyes locked on mine. I loved the way her eyelids fluttered with that first spurt of cum into her mouth, and the way she would show me my load pooled on her tongue before swallowing every last drop. I shuddered, the combined hot breath of the two beautiful, voluptuous sisters kneeling at my feet wafting over my shaft as I reclined on the grassy bank. Their skin, lightly tanned and almost perfectly matched, glistened in the lamplight, flashing over their wet bodies as they moved, nestling into the sand, their faces inches apart as they hovered over my throbbing manhood. Lucy looked at Becca, and Becca looked at Lucy. They giggled as they smiled at one another. Lucy's deft fingers ran lightly up and down the underside of my shaft, making my jump and strain. She gently pushed the tip of my shaft towards Becca's mouth, on my left.

"Go ahead, Rebecca," she giggled softly. Then, looking up at me, "I want to watch you suck his cock."

"Mmmmm, with pleasure," Becca sighed, looking up at me as well. Then, with Lucy holding my cock steady for her sister, Becca began as she loved to, running just the tip of her tongue up and down my shaft and around the tip. It drove me wild, the way she sometimes made me beg to feel her hot lips wrap around my thickness. She would giggle softly at my reactions to each place her tongue touched until I could stand it no longer. Lucy watched her sister's performance with the utmost excitement, licking her lips often and glancing from me to Becca, watching each of us. I gasped sharply as she ran her tongue around and around the little ridge on the underside of my tip, making my heavy balls pull up and boil with anticipation. Suddenly, Becca released me with a giggle and sat back on her heels. She gently pushed my cock towards Lucy. My heart pounded. It was about to happen. Becca looked up at me, watching my chest heave with excitement.

"Alright Lucy, your turn," she giggled.

"Mmm...are you sure?" Lucy asked, looking at me as she said it. Becca nodded, looking at me as well.

"Let's see how you can use that mouth," Becca encouraged.

"Well...OK," Lucy said softly, our eyes locked. She brushed a few stray locks behind her ear and lowered her mouth to my tip as her little sister held me steady for her. She kissed my tip with wet lips, and I swear I could have cum right then. The sisters had different styles, both equally tortuous. While Becca favored use of the tip of her tongue, Lucy loved to tease my tip with her lips.

"Jeeeesussss..." I groaned. Lucy and Becca let out a simultaneous soft moan, Lucy's slightly muffled. Her warm, moist, full lips were wrapped snugly around the head of my cock, ringing the sensitive ridge at the edge. She kept her tongue back, as much as it looked like she wanted to put it into play, and her lips slipped slowly up and down, over and under, and side to side over my tip. God, it was incredible! Her sparkling eyes followed me everywhere, and soft little moans emanated from her throat. I was absolutely awestruck, mesmerized as I watched her smooth, soft lips slide slowly up and down on just my tip. My balls ached for release. After having spent the last several days in a sexual stalemate, it was almost too much for my poor mind to handle. Lucy's lips slid off my dick with a soft *slurp* as she took my shaft in her hand and guided it back to Becca. My girl was instantly upon me, her sister's display having made her both that much more excited and just a little jealous, considering the way I had reacted to her new technique. Without a word of warning, Becca's mouth slipped sweetly over my cock, engulfing half my length with a moan. Her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft as she looked into my eyes, her tongue quickly slathering over the tip and shaft. I felt gently fingertips on my recently-shaved balls, and found Lucy lightly caressing them, almost absently, as she watched her little sister suck me with fervor. Her throat made a small sound as she took me deep, then slowly worked her way back up to the tip, her tongue going crazy all the way up. She stopped, swirling her tongue quickly around my glans, making me arch my back with pleasure. I heard Lucy giggle.

"Wow, honey, I think he likes that!" she cooed, "Let me try!"

"All yours, Lucy," Becca said, raising her head and passing my shaft towards Lucy's waiting lips. Lucy looked up into my eyes, glancing quickly down at my cock and licking her lips before giving me a little smile and taking me into her mouth. I groaned deep in my chest and gripped the grass under my palms as she took me deeper than Becca ever had before, sucking hard as she slowly withdrew her mouth as if she meant to milk the load from my balls right then and there.

"Jesus Lucy!" I gasped. Becca giggled and moaned a little, watching her sister's eyelids flutter as she drew her smooth lips up my shaft.

"How's she doing, Peter?" Becca said, caressing my balls as Lucy had and running a hand over my hard chest, "Do you like the way she sucks your cock?" I managed a gasped "yes" and a vigorous nod.

"You can definitely tell that the two of you are sisters!" I moaned, tossing my face to the sky as Lucy took my tip and swirled her tongue, just as Becca had before. Her lips slipped off my cock with another little slurp, and she and Becca giggled and whispered softly. I turned my eyes back to the girls just in time to see them begin their next little stage of fun! As Becca once again took my cock into her mouth, Lucy began to run her tongue over my balls and the base of my shaft, licking and sucking everything she could get to. As Becca's lips ran down the side of my shaft, Lucy's ran up the other until they had switched places. My brain was in serious danger of shorting out as one of my biggest fantasies was played out before my very eyes. I let them play, relishing the feel of their twin tongues on my cock, anticipating the sensation of their lips wrapped around my shaft, and wondering what was to come next.

It was torture. After what felt like hours of such unimaginable pleasure, they came to their "finale" of sorts, as both sisters ran their mouths up the sides of my cock to meet on my tip. Their lips nipped and suckled all over the head of my cock, their tongues working, reworking, and doubly-reworking every square millimeter of my super-sensitive flesh. Their lips and tongues often accidentally met on my penis, and they giggled and moved on. It was a show for me. These were angels, I had no doubt. I had died in the pool, and I was in Heaven! Finally, the show ended. Both girls turned towards me, broad, mischievous smiles on their beautiful faces. Lucy's hand wrapped warmly around my cock and stroked me slowly, then squeezed me lightly.

"Mmm...you think he's hard enough, Rebecca?" Lucy asked, looking to her. Becca's hand appeared at my base and gave me the same sort of test-squeeze.

"Mmm...definitely," she moaned. They both stood up and stepped dripping from the steaming pool, the light shining on their perfect, naked bodies. Their tits jiggled heavily as they moved, and Lucy's butt looked absolutely good enough to...well, good enough to fuck! Was it really going to happen? I had already had one life-long fantasy fulfilled that night: to have two sisters go down on me at the same time. My other life-long fantasy, of course, was to have anal sex with a woman, but I had never made it any more specific than that. Was it really going to happen? I asked myself again. Was I really going to fuck each sister in their butt while the other watched? I had to. I was positive this would be my only chance. If it was going to happen, it had to happen that night!

However, Becca and Lucy had other plans for the time being. The walked around behind the lamp, so that they were between the hottest pool and the hot pool we just been in. Steam billowed around them as a warm breeze blew down the canyon, the light playing through the mist and around the two beauties like something out of a dream. I still sat by the edge of the pool, dumbfounded. They looked back at me and giggled.

"Aren't you coming?" Becca giggled, beckoning. I literally jumped out of the pool and strode over to them, my mind in the same type of fog I walked through. As I neared, two sets of hands reached out to hold my cock, standing straight out at attention and wobbling obscenely as I moved. They stroked me lightly with fingertips and palms as I wrapped an arm around each girl and drew them close. I kissed Becca first, her head tilting back to meet my lips. Our mouths met, tongues intertwining, a real passion burning between us. Lucy ran her hand over my chest and watched us for a moment before it was her turn. A bolt of electricity ran through me, as it always did when I kissed a new girl for the first time. But with Lucy it was even more shocking than usual. Even more than with Becca, I thought to myself. The pang of guilt was quickly erased as Lucy kissed me back with a fervent passion, pressing her mouth into mine, soft moans emanating from the back of her throat. She squeezed my cock and ran her nails down over my broad shoulder, standing on her tip-toes to kiss me. Our embrace broke, and I was relieved to find Becca smiling with pleasure and excitement. If I was getting off on having her sister join us, she was getting off just as much, if not more! She took me hand as she knelt to the ground, and the three of us sank into the soft, deep-green grass between the pools. Once I was sitting, Lucy gave me a playful shove that had me at once flat on my back. Becca wasted no time in lowering her head to my crotch. I groaned once again as my girl pleasured me with her mouth, her lips slowly sliding up and down my shaft. Her mouth came off with a pop, and she looked up at me and grinned, licking her lips. Lucy knelt next to my chest, running her hands over my body. Becca looked at her and held out her fist. I was confused for only a moment before Lucy also held out her fist. They pumped them three times, and Becca won with scissors against paper. She literally squealed with happiness.

"Don't worry Lucy, you'll get your turn," Becca chided, as Lucy playfully pouted. She stood up and straddled my cock, a foot on either side of my hips. "Besides," she continued, "There's still something else you can ride in the meantime." I gasped audibly as I realized what she meant, making both girls giggle. I was about to have my face buried in Lucy's perfect, puffy little pussy. My mouth watered. I couldn't wait to taste her.

"You saddle up first, cowgirl. I wanna see the look on your face when you take that cock," Lucy said with a little moan. She still knelt by the side, but leaned forward on her hands and knees to take my cock by the root with her hand. Her wide, firm bubble-butt was thrust out almost too invitingly. I raised and hand and ran my palm over her delectable flesh, and she pressed her ass against my hand in response. My fingers teased between her thighs, and sampled her heat, but didn't touch her. She moaned with need. I can do some teasing too, I thought to myself with a smile. I looked up at Becca to see her smiling down at me, then looking down at my cock. It looked huge, shadowed by the lamplight and steam, standing tall up from my crotch. I looked down at myself as Becca began to bend he knees and Lucy held me steady, aiming my throbbing red tip for her sister's tight, juicy pussy. I relished the moment. I always loved the few seconds before I sank my shaft into my girl's vagina, but this was millions of times more exciting. Another secret fantasy fulfilled. Becca's pussy was perfectly waxed and as smooth as the skin of her breast, almost impossibly so. I had yet to touch or even see Lucy's pussy clearly, but I could only hope that it would be as perfect as my girl's. She bent down, doing a deep knee-bend over my cock, lowering her hips to meet my proud shaft. She cooed softly as the tip kissed her entrance, and I felt the tiny drop of heat that had leaked from her pussy. Lucy slowly stirred my cock around between her sister's thick, meaty lips, teasing her even then. Lucy moaned, and so did Becca. They looked at each other and smiled sweetly, the sister's never closer as they were at that point. Lucy held me steady, and my breathing quickened. It came almost too fast, and for a horrible second I thought I was about to cum, but it quickly passed. Becca moaned, loud and gasping, as her hips dropped and my cock pushed deep into her pussy. She worked me back and forth and wound her hips in tiny circles until her lips rested next to my balls.

"Ohhh my God Rebecca," Lucy moaned, "That was sooo fucking hot."

"He feels fucking hot!" Becca gasped, rolling her hips and thrusting against my pubic bone, my cock buried to the hilt in her furnace-like pussy. Her smooth lips stretched around my girth, taking me, admitting me. I moaned as she squeezed me hard with her strong muscles, the hot, textured flesh of her pussy rippling over my sensitive cock. Lucy was mesmerized, watching the base of my penis where I disappeared into her sister's pussy. She moaned absently and lifted her leg as she threw it over me, so that she was straddling my chest.

"Ooo, a treat for me," I murmured as she backed her ass up to my mouth. I had not been disappointed in the least. Along with her bigger ass, Lucy had a bigger pussy, at least outwardly. Thick perfectly-smooth lips hid luxurious folds of flesh, begging to be parted with my tongue and explored to the utmost. I was drooling so much that I actually had to pause a moment to swallow. Propped over my face on her knees, she straighted up, arching her back and holding her pussy just over my mouth by only a few millimeters. This was too good to be true. I felt a shudder run through her legs as I ran my tongue from her tiny little rosebud to the tip of her clitoris. For a moment I wondered why Becca was still, but then I realized she was watching. The two girls were having so much fun watching each other...God, it was incredible. I felt like, and probably was, the luckiest man on the planet as Becca placed her hands on my abs and began to slowly draw her pussy up my cock, her feet still flat on the ground.