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The Last Taboo

By: foolishlittleone



"So, Paul, what do you do on Saturday nights these days?" Kathy asked Paul. Yesterday she had arrived home from college for the summer and, with her parents having just left to visit relatives, was left alone with her brother for the weekend. 

"Nothing too exciting. Fred and Dan are coming over to hang out. We usually play cards," answered Paul. He and his friends were high school seniors who would be graduating in a couple of weeks.

"Geeze, no girls?"

"Nope. Not this weekend."

"Any weekend?"

Paul blushed and admitted he hadn't been on a date in a long time. Unlike his sister, he wasn't much of a social animal.

Kathy grinned. "Don't worry. College will be another story. You'll meet lots of new people."

"I'm looking forward to it." He paused thoughtfully before continuing. "But, Kathy, about tonight...."

"Yeah?"

"Well, the guys and I, we usually smoke some pot on the weekend. Is that, like, a problem for you?"

Kathy scowled at him and said, "I can't believe my little brother smokes weed. Gosh, I thought you were such a straight shooter."

"Hey, I am, er, well mostly. Anyway, my grades are near perfect and I was captain of the swim team this year. It's not like I'm a slacker." His voice increased in volume as he spoke.

Kathy laughed and touched his arm. "Whoa, boy. Slow down. I was just teasing you. The only problem I would have with you and your friends getting high tonight is if you aren't willing to share."

"You mean you ...?"

"Sure. Not that often -- I can't do a lick of school work when I'm stoned -- but I like to kick back from time to time too you know."

"Wow. Cool. It's a deal."

"Besides, it's great for sex."

"Kathy!" Paul was shocked. He never talked about sex with his sister, but then he hadn't seen much of her in the last few years. Kathy had spent the previous two summers in Peru helping to build and staff a health clinic, a project her college sponsored. Since she was a pre-med student, it gave her some early, practical experience.

"Don't panic. It's not like a 21-year old college girl having sex is something unusual."

"Yeah, but...."

"Oh, I know, Mom and Dad don't talk about it and you and I never did either. But that's hardly a good thing. You gotta loosen up, Paul. Go out with some more girls. Have some fun. There's a whole big world out there."

"Hey, I'm all for having fun, but it's different for me."

"Different how?"

"I'm a guy."

"So?"

"Christ, Kathy, isn't it obvious? You're gorgeous."

"Huh?"

"Please." He drew the word out making it clear he thought she was being disingenuous. 

"You think I'm...?"

"Gorgeous. Yes. Do you really need to have it repeated?" 

Kathy was taken aback. While she knew she looked okay -- except for a nose that was ever so slightly angled to the right, so slightly she wasn't sure anyone other than herself ever noticed -- but she didn't think "gorgeous" when she looked in the mirror. She said as much.

"Seriously?" Paul replied "You don't see it?"

"No. But thanks anyway. It's really sweet of you to tell me. But what's this have to you being different? You're a good looking guy, smart, even an athlete."

"Oh come on. I'm six foot three and, outside of a swimming pool, as awkward as all hell. And until this year I had acne something horrible. Besides, I've never figured out how to talk to girls." This was as open as Paul had ever been with Kathy or anyone else.

"I never knew you felt that way."

"Gorgeous people have no idea. I mean, well, heck, Kathy. I know you love me and all that, but you've always been part of the in-crowd. You don't know what it's like to be on the outside. I don't sit around feeling sorry for myself though. It's more like you said. I'm hoping college will be different." Then he relaxed and laughed before continuing, "I figure in another year my coordination will catch up with my body and if I put my mind to it I'll learn to talk to girls so I don't come off as some silly geek."

Kathy loved his deep laugh and this new side of him, the part that was willing to let her see right into what was really going on in his life. Obviously he trusted her not to abuse the knowledge. Putting an arm around him, she gave her big little brother a quick hug. "You'll do just fine, and if you ever want to talk about girls or anything else just say so. If I'm going to be a doctor I need a good bedside manner. And if I can't talk with you, who can I talk to?"

Paul returned her squeeze saying. "Thanks. I'm glad you're my sister."

Kathy went over to a mirror on the wall and looked at herself. She had long blond hair she nearly always kept in a ponytail, blue eyes, and a nice bust. Placing her hands on her breasts she adjusted them, trying to find the most comfortable position in her bra. Paul smiled, sure she wasn't aware of doing that while he watched. With a last look and a quick run of a hand through her hair, Kathy turned to him. "Gorgeous I don't see, but I'll accept pretty." They both laughed. "And if I'm going to be socializing tonight I'd better take a shower."

To get ready for his friends, Paul cleared off the dining room table, got out the cards, and looked around the kitchen for snack food, but his mind never strayed far from Kathy. Given their three year age difference they had never been really close, but he felt their earlier conversation was a good start on creating a deeper bond. And she got high! That was a big plus considering he had offered to host his friends that night knowing his parents would be away -- and forgetting that Kathy would be home. Eying the liquor cabinet, he wondered what Kathy would think if they dipped into that. Might be fun having her around after all and a chance to get know her as an adult rather than the little brother. 

The guys arrived, and while they sat at the table drinking cokes and talking about the upcoming graduation parties Paul tried to find the right way to break the news that his big sister would be joining him. He wasn't sure they'd be all that happy about it. Usually they -- like all young guys -- talked about girls and sex and having Kathy there would certainly put a damper on that. Fred, however, was going on about how he could get them invited to a particularly wild party the night of graduation.

"Really, all the hot girls will be there. It's the one we've got to get into."

"And just how are we going to get invited?" Dan asked.

"My cousin is one of the guys hosting it. All I have to do is ask. He can't turn me down."

"Oh, that'll be fun, being the three geeks who had to use family connections to get in."

"Come on. The point is you might get lucky."

"Right," Dan retorted disparagingly and they sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks and pondering what to do.

Fred opened his mouth to continue to make his case, but it just stayed open as Kathy walked into the room. In itself, that likely would not have stopped him, but that she wore only a towel wrapped around her body did the trick -- a towel that just barely covered her full breasts and rode very high on her beautiful, firm thighs. 

Kathy was busy drying her hair with another towel and not looking up asked Paul, "When are you expecting your friends?"

Paul laughed -- at Kathy for not noticing the two guys staring at her and at his friends for being speechless in the presence of this beautiful girl wearing nothing but a towel. "I think they'll make themselves known pretty quick."

"Er, hi," Fred managed to say.

Kathy's head snapped up surprised. Then she smiled. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize we had company already. I'm Kathy." She held out a wet hand. 

Fred stood to shake hands and introduced himself. Dan did the same. Both guys were clearly a bit shaken being so close to this nearly naked vision of damp loveliness. Paul was a bit surprised too. He and his sister grew up with the sort of personal modesty usually found only in very conservative, religious households, and their parents were just that, very conservative and religious. If they had been home, Kathy would never have walked around the house in a towel, even a robe wouldn't be enough unless it was worn over pajamas. Apparently Kathy felt freer when only him around.

"Nice to meet you guys," Kathy said. "J told me you'd be coming over but didn't say when. Please, sit, be comfortable. No need to stand on ceremony." To their surprise, rather than quickly running away in her state of undress, Kathy sat down and went back to rubbing her long hair with the towel. "So J tells me this is card night. Hope you don't mind if I sit in."

"Yeah, it's card night," said Fred taking his seat. 

"What game do you play?"

Watching her breasts bob and weave and the towel that barely covered them slip lower as she worked with her hair, Fred was having trouble concentrating on the conversation. Paul came to the rescue. "We usually play gin."

Dan quickly added, "But sometimes we play poker." They rarely played poker, but he thought it sounded more interesting.

"Cool, so do mind if I join you?" asked Kathy.

This presented a conundrum to Fred and Dan. Naturally they wanted to have the beautiful girl join them, but they also wanted to get stoned. Libido won out and they said "not at all" at the same time.

"Great. I guess I better get dressed," Kathy told them and walked slowly from the room still drying her hair.

Three pairs of eyes, paying particular attention to the curve of her ass under the towel that just barely covered it, watched her go.

"Please tell me that's not your sister," Fred said to Paul. "Tell me you called an escort service and that's who they sent over."

Paul laughed. "Cool down, Fred. Yes, that's my sister."

"Fuck, I don't believe it," Dan said. "You've been holding out on us, man. She's awesome."

"Jesus, that towel barely hid a thing. Did you see those ...."

Paul cut Fred off. "Hold it. Like I said, she's my sister so watch what you say."

"Yeah, sorry. No offense. It's just, like, wow man."

"Yep. Wow," Dan echoed.

Paul asked him. "What's this about playing poker? We always play gin."

"Gin seemed too, well, wimpy if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I thought that was a good save," Fred added in support.

"Christ, you two are something else. A college girl walks in and you go all ga-ga."

"I'm not even going to try to explain," Fred told him. "Since she's your sister you'd punch me in the nose."

"Seriously, dude," said Dan. "Just let me ask you. Do you know how hot that was? Forget the sister bit for just a second. What if you were over at a friend's house and a girl dressed, or undressed, like that walked in and without so much as a pardon me sat down and began chatting with you? What would you think?"

Paul pondered that. "Well, I get your point. If it was someone I'd never met and she was just wearing a towel and built pretty well...."

"Pretty well? You mean like a brick s.... Oops, well, built simply perfectly, man."

"I can't believe you didn't tell us," Fred said shaking his head.

Dan looked at him. "Hey, I understand. If I had a sister like that I sure wouldn't let my horny high school buddies know." To Paul, "But now the cat's out of the bag."

Fred said, "Yeah, there is a bit of a downside though. Now we can't smoke the weed we bought."

"Weed?" It was Kathy returning after getting dressed. "Whose got weed?"

Thinking they were busted Fred and Dan looked nervously at Paul hoping he could save the day, but he just said, "Fred has it, but we all chipped in."

"Well, let's get stoned. And those are cokes you're drinking, right? How about we added a little something to them?" After fishing around in the liquor cabinet, Kathy pulled out a bottle of whiskey. "You guys up for it?" They were. Paul got her a glass while she topped off everyone's drink with a healthy shot saying, "You know, I've been working my ass off in college for the last three years and spent two summers at a place in Peru where the big deal was getting to take a hot shower once a week. So I'm ready to party." She set the bottle down in the middle of the table and raised her glass. "Here's to new friends and a good time," she offered and took a gulp of her drink. The others joined her. "What's it going to be gin or poker?"

"Which do prefer?," Dan ask like a gentleman.

"Doesn't matter to me. I don't know how to play either one, but I can learn." She looked to her brother. "The only card games I know are the ones we played as kids. What were they? Go Fish and Crazy Eights?."

Paul smiled at the thought. "Yep. Those were the ones."

"Let's play poker then. It's a simple game," Fred suggested.

"Okay. Just deal the cards and tell me the rules."

Dan and Fred explained the rules for draw poker and they played a couple practice hands. With a three of a kind and then a full house Kathy won them both. She announced, "I like this game! Now tell me more about the betting. And for heaven's sake roll a joint."

"Watch out for beginner's luck," Paul told her. "By the way, why don't you handle the weed while I get the poker chips." Then to his friends, "And you guys figure out what the chips are worth since we haven't played poker in a while."

When he was gone, Dan said, "We've only gotten stoned once before and then we used a pipe. I hope you can roll a decent joint."

Smiling, Kathy told him she thought she could manage it. She had dressed conservatively in tan slacks, sandals, and a long sleeve, blouse. With Paul out of the room, Fred had to comment, "Kathy, you look really nice in that outfit, but I really liked your first one better."

Kathy laughed. "Thanks. This was all I could find in my closet. You should see the bag of laundry I brought home. It's huge!" She tugged at her bra. "This old thing really bugs me though." Then with almost no effort she rolled up a half dozen perfect joints before her brother came back with the chips. "Hot showers were few and far between in Peru but marijuana was everywhere," she explained. "Hope you guys have finished studying for your finals and all that. Wouldn't be good to be hanging out getting stoned and screwing up your grades."

"Don't worry," Fred assured her ruefully. "We're the geeks. Ace every test and play cards on Saturday night instead of chasing girls."

"Yeah," Dan chimed in with a frown. "Damned exciting."

"Well, hey, you've got one girl tonight. That's one more than usual, right? Even got to see her fresh from the shower. Maybe things are looking up."

Dan smiled. "And we're very happy to have you join us Kathy. It's way better than hanging out in an all male crowd." He failed miserably at soundly gallant and self-assured but Kathy appreciated the effort.

Paul put the chips on the table. "So, what did you guys decide. How much to buy a stake? What's the ante?"

Fred quickly put a value on the chips and declared it would take ten dollars to buy into the game. As the guys reached for their wallets Kathy ran off to get her purse. Coming back brandishing a ten dollar bill she said, "There. Now I'm broke. Gotta go to an ATM tomorrow and replenish the cash."

"If you need more, I can ...." Paul began only to be interrupted by Fred.

"No loans. That defeats the whole point of the game. The idea is to make the most of what you have."

"Geeze, okay," Paul replied. "A bit hard nosed tonight, aren't we?"

"Well, you've got to have rules if the game is to mean anything. Don't we pay up after every night of gin?"

"Like I said, okay. Let's cut the cards to see who deals first. Draw poker to start, right? Then if Kathy's up for it we can try Texas Hold'em later."

They began to play and Kathy quickly found out that the three of a kind and full house she had gotten in the practice rounds were not that common. But she was only putting ten bucks on the line and enjoyed hanging out with Paul and his friends. Plus, the pot was excellent, producing a strong, sharp, sexy high, and to take the edge off it she kept topping off their glasses with the whiskey. None of the guys had ever consumed much alcohol and this was only their second experiment with pot while Kathy, although hardly a party girl, had a few years of college under her belt and two summers with the gang in Peru who, though dedicated to their work, really knew how to party on the one weekend a month they got to go to the city for a well-deserved break. So, a half hour into the game, Kathy was down five dollars, about evenly spread out between the guys, but the others were definitely feeling the drink and drug far more than she was. She had also figured out the basics of five card draw poker.

After finally winning a big hand -- if a game with a three dollar pot limit could have a big hand -- she said, "Now I get it. On the one hand there's the odds of the different hands which you need to keep aware of, but on the other there's bluffing. You can win even if you don't have a good hand if you can bluff your way through it."

"Yep, that's all there is to it," agreed her brother.

"Well, what a revelation. You guys must think I'm a dumb blond. I was wondering why the winner didn't always show his hand. Look out, cause here I come."

And for a while she dominated the game, winning hand after hand until the guys figured out her tell, a hand in the hair. Every time she was bluffing she played with a strand of hair absentmindedly twirling it with her fingers. Things turned around after that and she was soon down to her last dollar.

"Damn," Kathy said, "and I was doing so well for a while there."

Dan looked at his buddies and asked, "Should we tell her?"

"Tell me what?"

The guys shrugged so Dan went on, "You gotta remember when you are bluffing to not give it away by acting differently. It's called a tell. You do something that tells the other players you're bluffing."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"What?"

"I'm not telling."

Everyone laughed including Kathy -- after all it was a friendly low-stake game.

"All right, then maybe I can distract you," Kathy told them as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.

"Come on, we're pros," Dan said bluffing in a different way. "That won't work."

Kathy opened one more button, just enough to show some cleavage. "How about this?"

Looking at the luscious curves of the tops of her breasts, Dan nodded and said, "Well, maybe that." If Paul hadn't been tipsy and stoned he might have said something, but instead he found himself ogling his sister along with his friends.

Seeing opportunity in the situation, Kathy said, "You know, I'm nearly out of funds and I can't get a loan, right?"

"Right," Fred agreed. "Wouldn't be fair. It's a $40 dollar game, we each put in ten. Can't change that."

"So how 'bout I sell something?"

"What'd'ya have in mind?"

"Well, this blouse has three more buttons. I'll sell one to each of you, a dollar each."

"Kathy, you can't do that!" Paul exclaimed.

"Why not?" Fred and Dan said simultaneously.

Kathy smiled and asked, "Yeah, why not? They're my buttons. It doesn't change the stakes -- just redistributes the wealth a bit."

"'Cause you'll be opening up your blouse!" Paul said emphatically.

"Where's the harm in that. I'm wearing a bra and, if I must say so, being an old one it covers up a lot more than my bikini does."

"But it's your underwear!"

"So? You guys are all 18, right? We're all adults. What's the harm, Paul?"

Paul looked at each of them in turn and, seeing the pleading in his friends eyes and the adamant look on his sister's face, sat back with a shrug saying, "Have it your way then." He pushed forward a dollar's worth of his chips. Dan and Fred did the same and looked expectantly at Kathy.

With a big smile, she said, "Thanks. I don't like loosing and I'm just figuring this game out." Then very slowly she began to unbutton her buttons. Button by button her bra and belly came into view. "Sorry, I'm not wearing something more alluring," she said noticing the fraying around the clasp in the front of the bra. "But, what the hell, you really don't care that much, do you?" she asked rhetorically as she opened the last button and let them see her navel. The blouse itself clung to her breasts and only opened a couple of inches in the middle, enough to be sexy without not revealing much. The guys, quite happy to have a beautiful girl opening her shirt for them, didn't mind at all. 


The Last Taboo



"Funny, you see lots more flesh on the beach," Fred commented, "but, like Paul said, it's underwear, and for some reason that makes all the more interesting."

Kathy turned her shoulders first one way and then the other, showing off her chest. "Glad you like it. I want my customers to get their money's worth. Still, now I feel obligated to model some of the things I have in the laundry, just to prove that I do own some sexy lingerie. So maybe later if I keep losing."

"Oh my," Dan muttered into his glass as he took a long drink.

After another 20 minutes of play Kathy found herself back in the same place, just one dollar left. Having had her bluff successfully called by Dan, she sat staring at the cards and twirling her hair when it came to her. "That's it!" she cried and made a point of twirling her hair. "It's this, isn't it? I play with my hair when I'm bluffing!" She was so excited with her discovery, the guys all laughed. "Damn, there is more to this stupid game than meets the eye. Okay, I need more money. Can I sell something else?"

Fred smiled. "Pants, shirt, bra. You have a lot of assets."

"Hey, Fred, that's my sister."

Fred turned to Paul, "Hey, she asked. I'm just saying."

"Chill, Paul," Kathy told her brother. "I can think for myself, thank you very much." Then she softened and put a hand on his arm. "But you're really cool for looking after me." Then arching her back and showing a pained expression she said, "Really, though, you guys have no idea what a pain wearing a bra is. I mean, fuck, women have tits and need bras for support, but they rarely -- and I mean hardly ever -- are comfortable for any length of time. So I'd love to take this off, for money or not, but since we're playing for money let's set a fair price."

"You're kidding," Paul said.

"Not at all. I've still got my blouse."

"She's not kidding," Fred said to Dan with feeling.

"No, she's not," Dan replied.

"What do you think, guys?" Kathy asked. "This is way beyond a few buttons, right? How about three bucks each, that would bring us all back -- well, more or less -- to what we started with." She sat up straight with her chest out making sure they all knew what they'd be buying.

"I'm in," said Fred.

"Me too," Dan added.

Paul thought a moment, just long enough for his swelling penis to do the thinking for him. "What the hell," he said mortified that his lust at seeing his sister take off her bra in front of him and his friends got the better of him. He pushed three dollars in chips toward Kathy.

"Great. You guys are good to do business with," Kathy said opening the clasp of the bra. "Ahh, you really can't appreciate what that feels like," she told them as the pressure on her body went away. Then, in that maneuver that men will never understand she took off her bra underneath her shirt giving them only a couple of flashes of breasts and placed it in the center of the table. Her blouse still covered her tits except for a few seductive inches in the middle of her chest, but now their nipples made little tents under the thin fabric. "God, that feels good. Really, you have no idea," Kathy told them.

Paul tried to look away, but Fred and Dan stared without pretense at the blond whose shirt teased them by covering just the portions of her breasts they were dying to see. 

"Let's not be childish," Kathy told them picking up the cards. "They're just mammary glands after all. Every woman has them. My deal, right?"

"Yours are kind of perfect, Kathy," Dan said honestly.

Kathy straightened up causing her blouse to part a little more. "Well, thanks, Dan. You realize I didn't do anything to make them this way. I can't take any credit."

"But that's besides the point," said Fred. "You've got great tits."

"Fred!" cried Paul appalled that his friend would say something so explicit about his sister.

But Fred wasn't cowed. "She does, Paul. Fuck. Your sister has a great rack. There. I said it. Now beat me to a pulp for telling the truth. But first can you look at her and tell me I'm wrong?"

Paul looked. There was no denying it. His sister did have perfect breasts. They were full, young, and high on her chest with hard nipples poking up behind the fabric of her blouse. He relaxed. "Okay, Kathy does have a great rack, as you so delicately put it. Now, let's play. Deal the cards, Sis."

They played some more, and Kathy found that even with her new awareness of the game, if the cards didn't come your way, you couldn't win. After a long run of bad luck, she was nearly broke again. "Damn, here we are again," she said looking at her tiny pile of chips. What she didn't know, and the guys didn't know, was that a concerted effort of a group of poker players acting together could not be defeated. It wasn't that the guys went off together and planned some subterfuge, but unconsciously they all aimed to defeat Kathy and in doing so didn't care how the others made out. The effect was they were acting in concert without meaning too. No matter how well Kathy played she had little chance to defeat them all. None of the guys was trying to maximize his own winnings, but rather they were all trying to maximize what Kathy lost.

"How much for my blouse?" Kathy asked after losing another hand. They haggled for a bit then she said, "Okay, five bucks each. Paul just rolled his eyes and pushed some chips forward. Kathy gathered those in along with contributions from Fred and Dan. Now she knew how the game was played and had a bigger stake than anyone else -- besides she was discovering how much of a turn on it was to be the center of the guys attention. "Thanks, guys. Hope you're not going to be disappointed." Slowly, she pushed the blouse from one shoulder and then the other, revealing for the first time her two magnificent breasts and their hard, pink nipples. Throwing the shirt onto the table she said, "Okay, now you get to look. Don't be bashful." Turning from side to side she showed off her bare breasts.

Dan was the first to find his voice. "Jesus, Kathy, they are awesome."

"Perfect," added Fred.

Kathy giggled. "Thanks, I kinda like 'em too." She shook her shoulders making her breasts jiggle. 

"Now you're just showing off," Paul told her, but just like his friends he was staring at his sister's lovely mounds and their hard, pink nipples.

Giggling again, Kathy said, "Yeah, I guess I am." She cupped her breasts. "But, heck, why be uptight about our bodies?"

"Damn straight," Fred agreed. 

"But I'm not being a very good host, let me refresh those drinks, and, J, how about changing that radio station -- or even better pick out a good CDan." As J went to the entertainment center in the adjoining living room, Fred and Dan watched Kathy get up and walk to kitchen, her breasts bouncing delightfully with each step. She came back with a liter of coke and set it on the table, then bent over to look in the liquor cabinet for another bottle of whiskey; the one they were drinking had only been partially full and was now empty. The two guys appreciated the view. Her ass was finely sculpted and the thin slacks stretched taut over it as she leaned forward, showed it off to its best advantage. As she searched through the bottles her tits swung back and forth tantalizingly. 

Being something of a math and physics prodigy, Dan considered all the possible topological transformations of Kathy's breasts given their size and firmness, the affects of gravity, and the various positions her torso could be in. He wondered if his image of how they would look when she was lying on her back was correct. But also being an 18-year old male, he felt his cock growing ever harder as he faced the reality of having a half-naked college girl display herself so unabashedly in front of him. At five foot seven, he was the short one of the three friends and tried to make up for a lack of height by lifting weights and wearing short sleeve shirts to show off his bulging biceps. It might have had the effect he desired if he could only find a way to talk to girls about something other than math and physics.

Fred, on the other hand, was only a couple of inches shorter than Paul, and like him was on the swim team. He didn't excel at swimming like his friend did, but enjoyed the work out and hoped the few girls that came to the meets lusted after his fit, slim body in the tight speedo her wore as much as the girls did in his fantasies. While quite comfortable with math, Fred's special skill was language. At the age of 10 he was reading Shakespeare and Dante, by 14 he read Rousseau in the original French and Goethe in German. But at 18 he still couldn't understand why girls weren't impressed when he recited Lewis Carrol's Jabberwocky from memory. Like Dan, he couldn't help but to respond to the sight of the topless Kathy with an erection. 

Kathy stood up holding two bottles close to her body pushing her breasts together. "Help me out," she said, "which one should we open? This one," she turned it so she could read the label and in doing so pushed it harder against her tit. "Or this?" Now both her breasts were pushed up and together by the liquor bottles. Noticing the effect it had on the guys, she giggled and began to play with her tits with the bottles. "Ooo, this cool, smooth, hard glass feels so good on my hot flesh," she cooed and giggled at her own audacity and the guys wide-eyed reaction. "Being all too used to having these things get in the way," she said meaning her tits, "I didn't realize how much fun this could be." Pressing one bottle under her left breast she asked, "What'll it be, Jack Daniels?" and squishing her right breast with the other, "or Makers Mark?"

Neither of the guys had heard of Makers Mark so they picked Jack Daniels. After failing to open it, Kathy went to Dan and asked for help. He was happy to do so, especially since Kathy had stepped behind him and was pressing her breasts into the back of his head while he fumbled with the cap. "Oh, thanks," she said when he finally managed to strip the plastic away and pull out the top. Then she leaned close, allowing a breast to rest on his shoulder as she poured a shot into his glass. After repeating the procedure with Fred, Kathy grabbed the coke bottle and topped them off, again pressing close.

"I hope you guys are okay with whiskey and coke. There's tequila, vodka, and well everything in the liquor cabinet, but I'd like to avoid replacing a whole bunch of them. Two brands of whiskey is enough."

They assured her their drinks were more than sufficient. 

"Cool. Now let's fire up another joint. Almost time to roll some more."

"Please, do the the honors," said Fred pushing the bag of weed toward her as she sat down..

Kathy went to work and quickly produced another four joints. Leaning in to do so, her breasts rested on the table like an offering. Glancing at them she smiled and said, "They do get in the way at times."

"I think I'm in heaven," Dan commented in a tone that conveyed his sincerity.

"Good. Then I won't worry about it."

In the middle of an advertisement the radio stopped to be replaced by some cool jazz. J returned saying, "There, I've got five CDs in the changer so we don't have to think about music for a while."

"Thanks," said Kathy getting up. "Let me fix you a drink." As her brother sat down she picked up the whiskey and, standing behind him, leaned over to pour. In doing so she let a breast brush his cheek.

"Jesus, Kathy!" Paul sputtered almost taking her nipple in his mouth. 

"Huh? You don't want another one?" his sister replied innocently.

"Well, you don't have to ...."

But she was ahead of him and with a slight turn of her body put her a breast in his mouth. "Christ!" he exclaimed turning away.

Kathy just smiled and poured the liquor telling him, "Don't get between a woman and her task."

"But you ...."

Taking the coke in hand, Kathy filled his glass. "I what? Just making sure you have a drink like the rest of us." Resuming her seat she continued, "I think it's Dan's deal and I hope all of you have gotten over seeing my tits." She cupped them. "Not so special, right? You've all gotten to second base at some point I'm sure."

"Of course," Dan said.

"Yeah," agreed Fred.

"Sure," said her brother.

Only Paul was lying. Once he had gotten a girl to pull up her blouse, but that was it. When he tried to touch her breasts she had pushed him away. He hadn't been on a date since. However, while Dan and Fred had actually fondled a breast, in both their cases it was a in the back seat of a parked car. Nothing like seeing Kathy in the clear light of the dining room.

"So let's play. And now I've got the most money, so watch out," Kathy told them. "I'm not easy pickin's any more."

And she wasn't. She had a sharp mind and could figure out the relative odds of poker hands. That, coupled with the more recent revelation of bluffing and tells, made her a good player. Still, it was in effect three against one, so even though she had more money at this point than her opponents it wasn't long before she was nearly broke again.

"Damn, I'd have thought you guys would be all dizzy over my bare tits, but I need to raise funds again." She looked at them. "Don't suppose I'd get a lot for my sandals?"

"Nope," Dan said with a smile. "But I think your slacks will go for a good amount."

"Right." Kathy thought about that. "Well, what the hell." She lit up another joint and took a long drag. "I'm thinking they're worth quite a bit, all things considered." Feeling her body respond to the pot and enjoying being topless in front of the high school guys, she said, "Okay, how about seven dollars each. If that doesn't give me the edge I need I don't know what will."

"Good lord, Kathy, I'll only have two bucks left," Dan complained.

"Yeah, but I'll be sitting here in just my panties. That's worth it, isn't it?"

"Well,...." He couldn't deny it was. He'd have happily given her everything he had to see her like that.

Kathy stood up, unbuttoned her waist band, and slowly pulled her zipper down. "What do you think? Who's in?"

Looking at the beautiful, topless girl opening her pants, Fred and Dan pushed a piles of chips forward. Paul took a moment to think about it but eventually shoved chips her way too. 

"Thanks, guys. Even though I know you'll regret this since I'm learning how to play this game," Kathy told them as she pushed her slacks over her hips, "I do like taking your money." She pushed the slacks down revealing a pair of pink cotton panties with the logo of her college over the mound of her pubis. "Like I said, I need to do the laundry -- had to go with what was clean." 

"Go tigers," said Dan reading the words coming out of the orange tiger on the front of her underwear.

Kathy chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a real fan." She turned around and pushed her ass out. The words "Tigers rule" stretched over her bottom. Putting a foot on her chair she posed with an elbow on her knee and ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and over her pussy. "Good thing I shaved this morning. Wouldn't want any hairs to be peaking out." 

Dan sighed. "Jesus, I never imagined our card game turning out like this."

Sitting down, Kathy said, "Well, me neither, but thanks for letting me play. I think it's your deal." 

"You can play with me any time," Dan replied then laughed with the rest of them when he considered the implication of his words.

"Well, I have noticed none of you have gotten up in a while," said Kathy. "Do you have something to hide?" At that, all three guys blushed. Each had a huge erection and was quite happy to be hiding behind the table. Kathy leaned one way then the other smiling at the tents in Fred and Dan's crotches. "Thank God. I'd be embarrassed if you didn't respond like that. Now deal the cards, Dan."

Over the next half hour Kathy watched her pile of chips dwindled yet again. Even her best hand, three kings, was bested by J's full house. "Are you guys fooling with me?" she asked dismayed at her luck. "Odds are I ought to get a winning hand 25 percent of the time." Fred assured her they weren't concluding. "Well, I need to sell of these panties. They're all I've got left."

That announcement was met by silence.

She looked at the guys and said, "Ten dollars each." When they balked at that, she added, "Hey, I'm going to be naked, guys. What more do you want?" 

"But you'll have all the money," Fred said.

"So?"

"She's got you there, Fred," said Dan. "Who cares about the money?"

"Good point."

Kathy smiled. "First, let's order a pizza. I'm starving. Is Pizza Magic still delivering?" It was, but the money issue came up again. "I'm broke until I get to an ATM. You'll cover it, Paul, won't you?"

"Don't cave in," said Fred. "Make her earn it."

"Huh?" Even Paul was surprised at this. 

Fred fished around to back up his claim. "Hell, man, it's the principle of the thing. You're a high school senior and working a part time job to get spending money, right?"

"Er, right," Paul replied tentatively. Neither he nor Kathy bothered to mention the generous allowance their parents gave them.

"So, Kathy should do something to earn her share of the pizza."

"Call it in then," Kathy told them. "I'll be happy to earn my share." Then she got up and walked over to her brother saying, "Wouldn't want to take advantage of you, Paul." She sat across his lap. "So I guess I'll have to give you a lap dance. I mean, I want to earn what I get." Kathy ran her hand around his face and pulled it to her bare breast. She could feel the hard cock beneath his jeans pressing into her ass. "This is worth something, isn't it?" she asked guiding his hand between her legs.  

Paul let his his fingers press into the gusset covering her pussy lips and said, "Kathy we really shouldn't...."

"Don't be silly, Paul," his sister interrupted. "Of course we shouldn't fool around. That's why it's so hot to be doing it. Fred and Dan won't say a word about it, will you guys?"

"Er, no." "Of course not."

"See? They're cool. We should be too," Kathy told him as she stroked his face, pressing a breast into his chin. Over her shoulder she said, "Better get two large. I'll eat most anything but anchovies." Then she put her hand on Paul's and pulled it to her pussy. "Now, what do I have to do to earn this dinner?" 

"Good heavens, Kathy," her brother exclaimed even as his hand cupped her crotch.

Kathy pulled her panties to the side and pushed his hand onto her bare labia. "Will this do it?"

Paul felt like his hand was burning at the touch of her hot pussy lips. "Kathy! We can't do this!"

"But we are doing it, little brother," she told him. "And it's hardly the end of the world. In fact," she adjusted his fingers so that one of them slipped between her lips, "there, see how much better that is." Paul didn't know what to do. His middle finger was now between her lips, and she was wet. "Yeah," she said, "I like that."

"Dude! What are you doing?" exclaimed Dan getting up to get a better view.

Kathy slipped off her brother's lap saying "Oh, nothing" as she adjusted her panties. She winked at Fred who had been in the just the right place to see what was going on. With a smile, Fred winked back.

"I missed it, didn't I," Dan complained.

"You sure did," Fred told him.

Picking up another joint, Kathy lit it, her breasts rising as she inhaled deeply. She rubbed her pubis through her panties. "Good lord but you guys got some good weed. I've never been so horny."

Watching her longingly, Dan sighed and said, "I know what you mean."

Kathy laughed and walked over to him. "You guys are fun to tease." She pushed down the top of her panties a bit. "I shaved this morning. Like the result?" As Dan stared, Kathy ran her fingers over the bare mound just inches from his face. "It feels so naughty, you know, especially when I move just right and my panties rub against the bare skin without any hair to get in the way." Taking his hand, she brushed his fingers over her naked pubis. "Isn't that cool?" she asked as she walked over to Fred. Standing in front of him, she put her hand down the front of her panties and cupped her pussy. "I think you and Dan should help Paul out with the pizza bill. It's only fair."




The Last Taboo



Watching her fingers move under her panties, Fred said, "Yeah, okay with me."

Kathy sat down with her hand still between her legs. "Good. Now somebody should call it in. I'm starving." Pulling her hand out, she brought a wet finger to her lips and slowly sucked it off. "I bet you guys are too," she said with a smile when she was done.

Dan groaned. "I can't believe you did that."

"Me either," she replied. "Must be the pot and the whiskey. Don't think I have any inhibitions left."

Fred raised his glass. "Here's to the elimination of inhibitions." They all drank to that and, at Kathy's insistence, went back to the card game. Getting a fair share of good hands, she held her own for the next half hour. Then, just as they were wondering out loud when the pizza would arrive, the doorbell rang. Kathy said she'd get it and slipped on her shirt, closing it with just one button.

"The pizza guy will have a good story to tell," she said walking to the door. Her shirt tail just covered her panties. Opening it, she saw a short guy with a baseball cap pulled down low. "Come on in, we're all starving."

The guy came in and handed her the pizzas. "That'll be 27 dollars and 35 cents." Looking at the cute, freckled face, Kathy had to laugh. The pizza guy wasn't a guy at all.

"Sorry, I thought you were a guy," she told the girl.

"I get that a lot. That'll be twenty-seven thirty-five," the girl said in a no nonsense tone. 

Now Kathy felt foolish being half dressed. She blushed and flustered said, "Right, er, let me put this down and I'll get the money. Sorry about not being dressed. Follow me."

"Don't worry. Do this job for a while and you see it all," the pizza girl said following Kathy to the dining room. Then she added, "How you been, Kathy?"

Kathy stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the girl. The baggy jeans and oversized tee shirt hid her form. All she had to go on was the freckled face and button nose. Then it came to her. "S? Is that you?"

The girl's smile lit up her face. "Yep. In the flesh."

"Good heavens! I haven't seen you in years!"

"Since graduation probably. How you doin'?"

"Just fine, thanks. How about you?"

"Hey, I'm delivering pizza. That about sums it up. But I'm okay. Taking classes at the community college during the day and doing this at night."

"I'll be damned. Nice to see you again. What happened to ...." The one thing that Kathy remembered about her former classmate was the beautiful long strawberry blond hair she had had.

S laughed and touched the back of her head. "Oh, the hair. Everybody remembers the hair. I cut it off the minute I moved out of the house. My Mom made me keep it long, I hated it. Way too much maintenance." She looked Kathy up and down and said, "You're looking good. Still in college?"

"Yeah, one more year to go. How about you?"

"Cool. Me? Well, at the rate I'm going it will be another two years before I get my associates degree. You know it took me a minute to recognize you. I think it's the outfit. As I remember, you were the smart girl who always dressed, er, really nice."

"You mean frumpy and old fashioned."

"Well, yeah."

Kathy looked down at her bare legs and the shirt that hardly covered her breasts. "Guess it's sort of like you and your mom. Now that I've been away, I've loosened up a bit."

"I'll say, but, hey, I like the new look." She sniffed the air. "And apparently you get high now too. I haven't gotten stoned in ages."

"Well, can you knock off work? We've got pot, lots to drink, and now pizza."

"Gosh, that sounds like fun, but by the way you're dressed I'm guessing I'd be a third wheel."

"Hardly, come meet the guys. I'm not on a date, just playing cards with my brother and his high school friends. They're all a little drunk now but really nice guys."

Kathy led the way to the dining room and introduced S to the others. "I've asked her to stay and party with us. I hope you don't mind." Actually Fred and Dan did mind figuring this new person would put a damper on the fun with were having with Kathy, but they were too polite to show their disappointment. Paul on the other hand thought that anything that slowed Kathy down at this point was a good thing and pulled up another chair to the table. As they dug into the pizza Kathy explained that she and S had been in the same high school graduating class.

"Really? You don't look old enough, S," Dan remarked.

Looking down at the two small mounds of her breasts barely visible beneath the big tee shirt S blushed. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

"Sorry. I really didn't mean it in a bad way."

"Oh, I should apologize." She glanced at Kathy's much larger breasts hardly hidden at all by her gaping blouse. "I'm feeling out gunned." Everyone laughed at her choice of words. After calling into work and saying she wasn't feeling well, she said. "Kathy, you must have been on the losing end of a game of strip poker."

Kathy grinned. "Well, we were playing poker, but not strip."

"You just normally hang out like this? Not that I mind. You really have a lovely body."

"Thanks. I was short of cash so I sold a few items."

"In fact you sold that shirt you are wearing," Fred said. "Putting it back on isn't fair."

"I had to wear something to the door," Kathy answered defensively. "And it wouldn't be very nice to subject S here to our silly game." She grinned. "At least not while we're eating."

S shook her head. "And you seemed so straight-laced in high school." When they were done eating, she picked up one of the joints lying on the table. "Mind if I fire this up?" 

"Be my guest. You have some catching up to do." As they past the weed around Kathy and Paul cleared the remains of the pizza from the table. When they were done S shuffled the cards and asked, "Can I buy into your game?"

"Sure, we each started with ten bucks. You can do the same," Fred told her.

"Well, I'm always pinching pennies these days. I was kinda hoping I could sell you something the way Kathy did." She took another a drag off the joint. "This sure is fine pot. I'm high already. How much for my pants?"

"Five dollars," Dan suggested then winced as Kathy slapped his shoulder. 

"You're taking advantage of her, you devil. Be fair. You're lucky she even wants to play."

"You pack quite a wallup, Kathy," Dan said rubbing his arm. "I guess ten would be more like it."

S said, "It's deal," and stood up. After stripping off her shoes, socks, and jeans she laughed. "Now you can see I'm not nearly as bold as you might have thought." Her oversized tee shirt covered her to nearly the knees. "I have dresses shorter than this." Paul gave her a pile of poker chips.

"Way to go, girl, that's showing them," Kathy told her.

"Hey, Kathy, aren't you forgetting something?" ask Fred raising an eyebrow. "Your shirt. We paid for that earlier."

"True, but you'll have to accept a substitute," she said and without getting up slipped off her panties and tossed them to Fred. "Hope you don't mind."

Feeling the warmth of Kathy's body still lingering in the material and a slight dampness in the crotch, Fred said, "Er, I guess that's a fair trade."

They had only played a few hands when S turned to Kathy and said, "You know, this is kind of silly."

"How's that?"

"Well, think about it. Here we are half naked and the guys are all dressed. It's, like, strip poker for stupid girls." There was a short silence before the truth of her words sunk in and everyone began to laugh.

When Kathy caught her breath, she said, "I must have turned into a dumb blond at some point. It's time to change the rules."

"I like the rules we have," her brother said and his grinning friends nodded their agreement.

"Really? Well, S and I could just cash out right now and the game would be over -- that's not much fun. Or," she looked at them pointedly, "we could be playing for more interesting stakes. What will it be?"

Dan asked the question on all the guys minds: "What do you mean by 'interesting'?" 

"Well, first, there's the possibility of hanging out with two totally naked girls. Bet you'd like to find out if S here is a true strawberry blond."

Following Kathy's lead, S added, "And think of the things we could do with some body lotion."

"What kind of things?" Fred asked.

"Wouldn't you like to watch Kathy rub it over those magnificent breasts?" She giggled. "Or maybe she and I could rub it on each other? Now there's a thought!"

"Ooo, you're a naughty girl," Kathy told her. 

S leaned toward her and said in a stage whisper, "Guys just go nuts at the thought of two girls playing with each other."

"Hell, you've won me over," Dan conceded. "Let's start playing."

"Not so fast," Fred said holding up a hand. "Your letting your dick do your thinking for you. What they're talking about is what we might -- and I emphasize 'might' -- get if we win a lot. We could loose too and I'm not about to be rubbing lotion on one of you guys."

The girls laughed as all three guys made faces at the thought of intimate contact with each another. Kathy told them not to worry, guys-on-guys had no appeal for her, and S agreed. Kathy added. "Let's go down to the rec room where we can sprawl out. We've been sitting around this table, like, forever."

The rec room was large, taking up half the basement. A pool table sat on one side while the other was covered by a large workout mat, two inches of dense foam cushion, to exercise on. Along one wall was an entertainment center with a large screen TV and sound system.

"Wow, this is way cool!" exclaim S feeling the thick mat give beneath her bare feet. Fred and Dan were equally impressed by the set up.

"Yeah, Mom likes to put on a workout video and do her fitness thing down here. I usually join her when I'm home. And Dad and his friends play pool once a week." She sat down cross legged on the mat, carefully putting the tail of her shirt between her legs. "Come on, sit down. Get comfortable, grab some of those pillows from the corner over there if you want. This is a great place to watch TV. Pass that remote, let's see what's on." As everyone settled in Kathy trolled the channels until she found a B-movie involving some girls who didn't wear much being chased around a resort by a group of young guys. "There, perfect. Something for you guys to watch." Muting the television, she pushed a few more buttons on the remote and the basement was filled with sexy, smooth jazz. "Hope you don't mind, but I just love this music. Now, who brought the cards?"

"Better yet, who brought the body lotion?" asked Dan with a grin.

To his surprise, Kathy got up, went to a cabinet, and came back with a plastic bottle which she tossed to him. "Here you go. Mom keeps this stuff everywhere. Now all you have to do is win enough hands to get a chance to use it."

"Cool. I can't wait."

"Don't get you hopes up, dude," Fred told him. "Do you really think that's going to happen?"

"Well, why not? Did you think our card night would turn out like this?"

Fred paused a moment and grinned. "You got me there."

Kathy stretched out her legs in front of her. "Just to show you I'm not a complete tease, let's each cut the deck, Dan. If you get the higher card, you can put some of that lotion on my legs."

"Really?" he asked eagerly.

"Really. But first you have to take off your jeans." As he slipped off his pants, Kathy cut to a four and frowned. "Looks like you are going to get lucky." 

Dan smiled and cut to a jack. "Yes!" Then he turned to Paul. "You okay with this? She's your sister after all."

Paul took a swig of his drink. "She's 21 and always been bullheaded. I doubt she'd listen to me now."

"Hey, it's just some lotion on my legs anyway," Kathy said. "Besides, I love a good massage. Start with my feet and work your way up." 

Dan knelt in front of her, squeezed some lotion along her shins, and started to massage it in. Kathy told him to use more pressure and moaned when his strong hands began to manipulate her calves and the arches of her feet. "Oh, that feels great," she told him. Encouraged, he worked up to her knees and lower thighs thoroughly enjoying the task. Kathy had beautiful long legs made firm from regular running. Slowly he worked his hands up to mid-thigh and stopped.

"What's the problem?" Kathy asked.

"Er, well, .... Where do they end?"

"My legs?"

"Yeah."

"Same place everybody legs do." Beside her, S giggled.

"Well, where exactly is that? I don't want to, you know, take advantage of the situation."

"Ah, a real gentleman." Kathy looked down at the shirt tail covering her pussy and adjusted it so it barely protected her lips. "Just don't get any lotion on my blouse."

Dan swallowed then drizzled lotion on her upper thighs and began to work it in while Kathy leaned back and watched his progress. Bit by bit, the big hands worked their way higher and, when Kathy lifted her knees a little, massaged the bottom of her thighs right up to the curve of her butt. Just when he was about to quit, she looked down and said, "Almost done." Dan looked between her legs at the only space he hadn't covered, a few inches of bare flesh on her inner thighs on either side of her pussy.

"Right," he said putting a little lotion on his fingers. Kathy spread wide for him as he carefully worked the lotion into her soft skin. Between her movement and the pressure of his fingers on her flesh, the shirt tail moved to reveal the tiniest hint of the curve of her outer labia and a few blond pubic hairs. She let him continue until his fingers brushed her pussy.

"Thanks, that was really great," she told him crossing her legs under again and pulling the shirt tail farther down. "And now I know I need to do a better job with the razor when I'm trimming down there."

Fred and S gave Dan a round of applause as he return to his place in the circle with a big grin on his face and a hard erection bulging in his jockeys. Even Paul managed a smile.

"My turn, my turn," S cried grabbing the cards. "This ones for you, Paul."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you, silly. I love tall guys. Maybe 'cause I'm short. And we both have red hair. Well, mine's just a little reddish but yours is really red. Anyway, I'm just running at the mouth now. I do that when I get excited." Only her own giggling stopped her. She took a drink to gather her thoughts. "So, here's the deal. You take off your shirt and pants. We cut the cards and if you win you do the lotion bit with me." Paul laughed and blushed but stripped down to his underwear and cut the deck to a king. S laughed when she too cut to a king. They went again and he won.

"I figure I should go Kathy one better, so instead of doing my legs," S said as she pulled her tee shirt off over her head, "do my front." She had cut A-cup breasts topped with deep pink nipples and wore small, powder blue boy shorts. "You can put the lotion anywhere you see freckles," she told him as she lay down on her back in the middle of the circle. To Paul's delight the freckles went pretty much everywhere.

"Allow me," Kathy said as she took the lotion and squirted a thin line across the little breasts and over the flat stomach. "There. Rub it in, little brother."

"If you insist," Paul said straddling S's narrow waist. He bent to the task, his large hands prodding and squeezing the small girl's breasts, sides, and stomach, sliding over her warm freckled skin as his cock grew hard as a rock. 

S closed her eyes and purred with pleasure. She stretched her arms behind her head saying, "Oh, God, this feels great at the end of a long day. Hope you like my little tits."

"Very much," Paul said in a husky voice. He was fascinated by the feeling of her turgid nipples poking into the sensitive palms of his hands as he played with the small mounds.

Kathy looked at her brothers erection threatening to escape through the fly of his boxers and reached over to give Dan's cock a squeeze through his jockey's. "I guess you guys like our new game. I think it's better than strip poker." Startled by her touch, Dan almost leaped out of his skin. "Didn't mean to scare you, Dan," Kathy told him keep a tight hold on his penis. 

"It's a cool game, but I'm feeling a bit left out," Fred said honestly. It was tough watching his friends get all the attention.

"Oh, well, I think it's your turn," Kathy said. "I've got some more places than need some lotion. Cut the cards. If you're high, do my front. Low, do my back." He cut low but didn't complain. Fred had been fantasizing about touching Kathy from the moment he saw the beautiful woman. She reached for the one button holding her shirt closed, but before opening it said, "First, you've got to get naked."

"Naked?"

"Yeah, like this." She slipped out of her shirt and lay on her belly. After pausing to stare at her puckered pussy lips pouting beneath the crack of her ass, Fred was out of his clothes in a flash. When he started to kneel beside her, she told him, "No, straddle me. That's the only way to get even pressure. Haven't you ever given a massage?"

Nervously he straddled her ass. There was only one place his dick and balls could rest, directly on her pussy and butt. He was instantly hard. Worse, after putting lotion on her back, when he leaned forward to rub it into to her shoulders his cock was pressed between her cheeks. "You're a friendly boy," Kathy teased as she wiggled her bottom against him.

"Er, sorry, but...."

"Yeah, I know. This is the way it's supposed to work however. Can't be shy and give a good massage. Just, well, you aren't going to come all over my back, are you?"

"God, I hope not!" Fred exclaimed feeling it was a real possibility.

"Well, it wouldn't be a disaster. Can't get twisted about natural bodily functions. I was just thinking we should have some tissues nearby just in case." Ever the gentleman, Dan spied a box of Kleenex on a shelf and brought it over. 

Fred worked on her back while stealing glances at his buddy fondling S. The sights and feeling were so powerful he had to stop moving and close his eyes to keep from coming. When the danger passed he decided he better relieve the pressure on his cock and moved down Kathy's legs so he could concentrate on her lower back. "Oh, yes, harder," Kathy pleaded as his hands massaged her tight muscles. "Now, lower." His hands drifted down to the curve of her ass. "Mmm, yeah. Do my cheeks." Fred backed up again and began to rub her buttocks, his dick now pinned between her legs. Again the visual and physical sensations threatened to overcome his resistance. As he squeezed and massaged Kathy's cheeks her anus and pussy were delightfully put on display, and each time she wiggled her legs rubbed his cock. Finally he gave up, the last thing he wanted was to look like a jerk by ejaculating all over her. With a playful slap on her ass, he got up.

"There, you're done."

Kathy rolled onto her back and looked up at him. "On the contrary, now you've really got my engine going."

"I know what you mean," S agreed as Paul stood up. "And I'm dying to get my hands on you." Then she made the guys' dreams come true by climbing on top of Kathy and kissing her, her little naked breasts crushed to Kathy's larger ones. Their tongues battled for a few moments before S came up for air saying, "You guys need to get naked now." Then she took off her panties and after drizzling lotion over Kathy's tits used her own body to rub it in.

"Holy shit!" Dan exclaimed as he stripped off his underwear. "Can you believe it?"

Fred found a joint and sat down beside the girls, "Not really, but I'm going to enjoy every moment." He took a deep drag and handed it to Paul. "Goes without saying nobody ever mentions this to anyone."

"You got that right," Paul agreed staring at the slippery female bodies squirming in front of him. Mostly he was able to forget one of them was his sister and when the thought did occur quickly brushed it away. He and Dan picked out ringside location to watch the action.